MAKE ME CHOOSE:
@rhodeslabs asked: samsteve or rhodeytony
rules: list your ten favourite female characters from ten fandoms, and tag 10 friends! tagged by @diazalex
Henrietta Wilson (9-1-1)
Tommy Vega (9-1-1 Lone Star)
Inej Ghafa (Grishaverse)
April Ludgate (Parks and Recreation)
Kono Kalakaua (Hawaii 5 o)
Kat Edison (The Bold Type)
Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)
Cece Parikh (New Girl)
Felicity Smoak (Arrowverse)
Rachel Green (Friends)
tagging: @maddieandchimney, @warmachinesocks, @rhodeslabs, @ambivalentmarvel and anyone else who wants to do this!!
tagged by @diazalex
love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each others sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs
@malikjavaddzayn, @redsridinghood, @riotfalling, @rhodeslabs, @just-fandomthings, @pasdecoeur and anyone else who wants to do this!!
tagged by @diazalex
relationship status: single
favorite colour: black
three favorite foods: chilli paneer, mozzarella and pesto panini,
song i listened to: Main Rang Sharbaton Ka
last thing i searched on google: Main Rang Sharbaton Ka (i dont speak hindi and i wanted to make sure I got the spelling right)
dream trip: florence babey (okay i know this is Isha’s answer but it’s also mine but ive been to Florence so I’m gonna also say Greece)
anything i really want: a graduate job 😩
to name: 10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags.
Tony Stark (Marvel)
Danny Williams (Hawaii 5 o)
Jonathan Kent (Superman and Lois)
Oliver Queen (Arrowverse)
Henrietta Wilson (9-1-1)
Inej Ghafa (Grishaverse)
Kira Yukimura (Teen Wolf)
Kat Edison (The Bold Type)
Cristina Yang (Grey’s Anatomy)
Cece Parikh (New Girl)
tagging: @maddieandchimney, @stephmcx, @rhodeslabs, @riotfalling, @spiderrpcrker and anyone else who wants to do this!!
thanks for the tag your grace ♥️ @justsomeoneunordinary
indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweater // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or painting // circuses or theaters // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction
tagging @spacepuddle-s @rhodeslabs @riotfalling @omg-just-peachy & anyone else
30 questions ask game
tagged by the lovely @sambambucky <3 thank you!
Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you want to know better!
1. Name/Nickname: France
2. Gender: Female, she/her
3. Star Sign: Libra ✨
4. Height: idk man im smol
6. Birthday: Oct 5
7. Favorite Band: none ?
8. Favorite Solo Artist: Taylor Swift, Hozier, it changes time to time
9. Song Stuck Stuck In My Head: space girl by frances forever
10. Last Movie: Thoroughbreds
11. Last Show: House of Cards, but i wont keep on watching it
12. When I Created This Blog: Dec 2019
13. What I Post: marvel content with a side of misc. mostly fics, art, and edits about my fave ships and characters!
14. Last Thing I Googled: list of phobias
15. Other Blogs: starryfrance, poetbucky, sambuckylibrary, fuckyeahsambucky, kabilangbuhay, etc
16. Do I get asks? yup! occasionally. i have five sitting in rn :)
18: Following: always >100, i dont like my dash clunky oops but i consider my followers moots
17. Why I Chose My URL: its like my stage name if that makes sense? its what i use all over platforms and what people know me as
21. Lucky Number: 5
19. Followers: 335+
20. Average Hours Of Sleep: 7-8 hrs
22. Instruments: none, i sucK
23. What Am I Wearing: wont tell u
24. Dream Job: freelancer/entrepreneur or interior designer/architect
25. Favorite Food: lasagna or pasta in general
27. Nationality: Filipino!
28. Favorite Song: Sweet Talk by Saint Motel atm
29. Last Book I Read: Gone Girl but only the opening line because I couldn’t stop laughing at the wording
30. Top 3 Fictional Universes I Would Like To Live In: i lowkey wanna see sherlock bbc ngl
tagging @enchanted-lightning-aes @pianistwriter80 @siancore @justficsandstuff @glittercake @anjali750 @rhodeslabs @buckwilson @gotnofucks and the rest of my mutuals, i wanna know :)
last line tag
tagged by @rhodeslabs 💕 thank you so much, luv! the last thing i wrote was this fic, but i decided to lurk deeper into my wips and found what i last wrote before that :) its an e to f to l fic :)
The Boeing B-29 went down with a loud and deep moan and grunt, plummeting into chunks of debris onto and off the platform. Sam took this chance to walk a little bit faster, an arm around his stomach and a smile he couldn't rid off.
tagging: @siancore @pianistwriter80 @enchanted-lightning-aes @glittercake @buckyrhodey anyone else who wants to!
for @rhodeslabs‘ prompt: "OK I HAD AN IDEA A FEW DAYS AGO FOR SAMTONY THAT I THOUGHT YOU'D LOVE. Ok so teacher!Sam with single parent!Tony AU where Sam is the best teacher for Tony kid of your choice :)". major shout-out to @omg-just-peachy for the beta and @warmachinesocks for sensitivity reading!!
i’m super proud of this fic, i put a lot into it, so please consider reblogging, and leaving a comment if you liked it!!
There isn’t a specific rule against having opinions on your kid’s parents, but Sam knows that it’s not the done thing.
As a teacher, he may know a lot about his kids, but he learns next to nothing about the people raising them. He doesn’t know their work schedules, or what goes on in their private lives, hell - sometimes he doesn’t even know their names until he meets them at a PTA meeting. It’s bad form to judge people you don’t know, and it’s even worse to judge them through the very biased lens of their kids.
There’s exceptions of course, like the kinds of folks who leave bruises on their kids - but for the most part, passing judgement on parents isn’t standard procedure.
That doesn’t stop Sam from fiercely hating Lila Rhodes’ old man with every fiber of his being.
Sam never imagined himself as an elementary school teacher.
His father was Air Force right up until the day he died, just like his father before him, and there was never any question about whether Sam would follow in the family tradition. He enlisted right before college, because if he was going to give away the rest of his life to the military, the least they could do is pay for the next four years of his life. He picks an English degree, because it’s easy enough that he’ll actually be able to enjoy college and not find himself holed up in a library - but not too obscure that he can’t do anything with it after.
Not that Sam ever plans on using his degree, but his Ma mentioned that it was good to have a back-up plan. Just in case.
He graduates Summa Cum Laude on a Friday morning, and catches the evening train to Texas for Basic Military Training. There’s no break, no pause, no hesitation about who he’s going to be or what he’s going to do. He has his orders by the end of the year, and only has time to make a quick phone call to his sister to let her know where he’s gonna go and make her promise that she’ll tell the family before he’s on the first flight out.
In truth, Sam enlisted because it was the thing to do. There was never a time in his life when he considered another path, when he was allowed to consider another path. But now that he’s here, he finds that he loves it. All that bullshit they say about the military giving you a sense of purpose? It’s true.
Still, there’s an itch under his skin, something that keeps tugging at him that’s telling him he can do more, be more - so when it trickles down the pipeline that the Brass is looking for two flyboys to test out the experimental EXO flight-suits, Sam jumps at the chance.
It takes about six months for him to retrain as a paramedic, which is more than enough time for him to get to know his new partner, Riley Evans - but when Sam puts on the EXO-1 FALCON and kicks off the ground; everything in him settles.
It’s a stupid way to describe the feeling - but it feels like everything in his life has been leading up to this very moment, Sam in the sky with honest to god wings, Riley on his left, and nothing but the open sky around them.
There’s others in their unit - in total, there’s about 8 members of the 58th Squadron, but Sam knows that he and Riley are the best. The others are good, there’s no doubt about it, but they don’t come close to the kind of stats that Sam and Riley have.
It’s exhilarating work, saving people instead of killing them, and it makes the blood in Sam’s veins thrum. He can’t write home about it, because the 58th is shrouded under all sorts of covert operations and need-to-know missions, but he tries his best to let his family know that he’s happy.
That he's more than happy, that he’s found his purpose, he’s found himself a brother, that he finally gets what his father meant when he said there’s nothing like a life in the service, son.
It’s the best three years of his life, and then everything goes to shit.
It’s a routine training session, not even an operation, and Riley’s doing loop-de-loops around Sam and generally being a dumbass. The wings have been upgraded recently, more manoeuvrability and decreased weight, and Riley’s making sure he gets his promised full range of motion.
He shoots up, yelling something that gets lost in the wind, and Sam watches as he goes up, and up and up - and then just as abruptly, he goes down.
It takes a couple of seconds for Sam to realise that Riley isn’t slowing down, that he isn’t flying down - he’s falling down; and those precious seconds cost Riley his life.
Later, he’ll hear people say that it wasn’t his fault. That there was some sort of malfunction in the wings, that Riley went too high too fast and the shift in altitude caused something to break.
Sam knows the truth though.
He catches Riley’s arm just as Riley hits the ground, his head lolled back and body limp, and rushes him to the med-camp, screaming so loud his voice goes hoarse. They rush him inside, a large burly man stopping Sam from following, and Sam stands there for five hours, in the blazing sun, catching glimpses of the doctors working as the wind moves the tent.
He stands there, un-moving, until someone steps out of the tent, caked in blood, and solemnly tells Sam that they’re very sorry, and they did everything they could.
Sam files his discharge papers the very next day.
Sarah picks him up at the airport.
She’s waiting for him outside, leaning against her car and furiously texting someone, so Sam sees her before she sees him. He’s split between being grateful that he doesn’t have to hail a cab, because those are next to impossible to catch from Louis Armstrong Intl Airport to Delacroix and he does not feel like renting a car - and being annoyed because he thought he had a couple of hours before someone was going to start asking him questions.
“You didn’t have to do this y’know,” Sam says when he’s close enough, and Sarah looks up with wide eyes, expression softening into a smile when she sees him, “I could’ve caught myself a cab.”
“That’s what I told Mama, but you think she listened?” Sam steps into his sister’s arms to accept the proffered hug, “Her baby boy coming home on his own? Like the fully grown man he is? Perish the thought.”
“You know I’m her favourite,” Sam wiggles his eyebrows, throwing his bags into the trunk of the car and making his way over to the passenger side, “I don’t get why you gotta be so mad about it.”
“Trust me, everybody and their mother in Delacroix knows you’re our mother’s favourite. There’s a little shrine for you next to the cash register. Any day now she’s gonna start leaving out candles next to your photo like you’re the second Jesus.”
Sam rubs at his chin, “You know - there’s been a couple of girls, and guys who’ve made that mistake before.”
The only reason Sarah doesn’t reach out and slap him upside on his head is because she’s driving, and Sam’s never been more thankful for his sister’s hyper-focus on road safety. She packs a mean punch.
They fall into a companionable silence, the kind cultivated by knowing each other for their whole lives, but Sam knows she’s biting back her questions.
“It’s okay,” he says finally, because you have to rip the band-aid off fast to lessen the pain and all that jazz, “You can ask.”
“I don’t got nothing to ask,” Sarah says immediately, like it’s a rehearsed answer, “but Mama thinks you’ve been hiding some major injury from us. Like a missing leg or something.”
Sam huffs at the non-question, “I got all my limbs Sarah. All ten fingers and toes I promise.”
There’s a beat and then - “My partner died on my watch. Fell out of the sky during a training exercise. I couldn’t stay there after that.”
Sarah hums, “You know what you’re going to do now you’re back home?”
Sam shakes his head, even though Sarah isn’t looking at him, “I have no idea.”
read the rest on ao3!!
stole this from twitter (and ive decided to make it a thing™ here too) send me an ask about which fanfic writer you think i am!!
tagging: @starkrogerrs , @iam93percentstardust , @rhodeslabs , @frostysunflowers and any other writers who follow me who wanna do this!!!
“Please don’t mention this to Steve, he doesn’t need to know about this right now.”
“No fucking shit, I won’t be telling Steve. Do you know how embarrassing this is? Having had sex with his best friend who was an assassin under the control of HYDRA and pretending I didn’t know you this whole time?”
( Sam and Bucky met in passing in Miami in 2012, had an amazing one night stand and parted ways. four years later Sam finds himself in an old beatle car going on the run for him and Steve.)
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