My Fellow Jasperella, Bellsper, Jella, Jasper/Bella, Bella/Jasper Or Whatever-else-you-might-call-them

My fellow Jasperella, Bellsper, Jella, Jasper/Bella, Bella/Jasper or whatever-else-you-might-call-them shippers, we need to step up our game. I demand someone write me a fic! I need angst, fluff, smut and a happy ending! And for the love of fuck, do not make Jasper appreciate or fondly remember his Conferderate background, it’s gross 🤢!!!! I demand GROWTH!!!!

I’m currently working on a fic like this but I don’t know how to do anything but write. Wtf is a beta read?

Chadwick Boseman was a phenomenal man, actor, husband to his wife, and friend and mentor to all that met him. He lives on in the hearts of his loved ones and the billions of people he inspired in his too short lifetime. My heart and best wishes go to his family who are grieving in this tragic time. He was a legend and a king, both on-screen and off.

Wakanda Forever!

I thought this was an actual quote for a second

Teen Wolf Incorrect Quotes + Sciles

If the Cullens adopted a Human!Gen Z Girl

Carlisle *patting her on the head*: Good job on your test, sweetie!

Gen Z *freaking out*: What? What was that? Why did you pet me?

Carlisle, confused: I’m proud of you, that was affection...

Gen Z, even more confused: That was what?! You’re what?!!!

Esme, from upstairs: *strangled sobs*

Weasley Twins Supremacy!

(Yeah that’s the post)

Okay, okay, okay. So, Civil War. Yes, the dreaded divorce between Steve and Iron Man. I once theorized (yea, through Tik Tok again) that Bucky was used by Zemo as just a means to an end. Bucky was the catalyst to the destruction of the Avengers, not the cause. Why? Well, look at the most basic terms. Civil War. Every war has its battles, this one had only two. The first and initial battle happened in Germany. Then, it was just two groups with opposing perspectives pulling any allies they could in assistance. Sure, Steve fought only because they threatened Bucky, but they didn’t. No one except T’Challa did. If anything, they were trying to prevent T’Challa from killing Bucky. Tony was there because of the Accords. He didn’t care about Steve’s new pal, yeah, he was accused of killing King T’Chaka, but it was just an apprehension to Tony. He was following orders. He wanted to help Steve, to straighten everything out. The back up and potential arrests were only in a worst case scenario. And even then, once the arrests were made and he realized just how far, too far, the Accords went, Tony tried to make up for it. He realized he was wrong. And that could’ve been the end of it. Steve would’ve gone off radar, so would each of his allies, and Tony and the remaining Avengers would’ve gone on with their lives, half-heartedly chasing after Steve whenever he showed his face. That’s obviously not what happened, but it was so close to being a possibility.

Zemo is a lot like Ultron. They both hate the Avengers and want to destroy them under the guise of vengeance or protecting the people. The biggest mistakes Ultron made, which led to his defeat and death, were posing as a threat to humanity. He could’ve killed off the world’s mightiest heroes and then done away with humanity. They were already partially divided via Wanda’s mental attacks. He had almost won, but rushing it caused his plans to collapse on themselves. He went with the two-birds-one-stone solution and paired with the fact that he aligned himself with two kids with consciences and who were in way over their heads, he was bound to fail at some point. Ultron impatience caused his plan to collapse on itself. He made himself the common goal that united the Avengers and cemented their familial bonds to one another. He both failed and turned his only team members against him. Was killed by one of them. Zemo got lucky. He took advantage of an already precarious situation. The Avengers were facing the repercussions of what had happened in Sokovia. He had a plan. Ultron was technically a baby throwing a tantrum. Yes, a well informed baby that’s tantrum almost wiped out mankind, but a baby nonetheless. Zemo lost his family. He lost everything he cared about to the people sworn to protect and defend them. He was obsessed. He spent weeks, months, researching his enemies and planning for the best course of actions. Made more plans, just in case.

He found his champion, the unwilling and unwitting Bucky Barnes, who wanted nothing more than to just leave his past behind him and rediscover himself. Zemo knew that he might’ve had to wait years to reach his goals, he was vengeful not stupid. But he was just impatient enough to use Bucky whenever the opportunity presented itself, regardless of other factors or their consequences. Funnily enough, Wanda’s unfortunate slip that resulted in innocent Wakandan lives taken was the perfect opening for the start of his plan. Kill the king of a third world country and start a global outrage. If Steve Rogers was even a tenth of as loyal to Bucky as Zemo thought he was, he’d fight to the death to protect him. And once Zemo confirmed that Bucky killed the Starks under Hydra’s command and brainwashing, Tony would go into a rage that would cause a permanent rift between the Avengers. Zemo knew that his actions would end in either his arrest or death. He prepared for that, too. He deserved it. No matter how he planned it, people would die, some of them would be innocent. He’d kill himself and really cement his place in Hell. But those monsters who took his family would go down with him.

To be completely honest, Zemo felt bad for Bucky. He felt guilty having to use this struggling man, this innocent man, to achieve his goals. But in his eyes it was the only way. Because the Avengers were terrorists, and Bucky was going to help Zemo save millions of families from those dangerous and out of control people who hold little value for human life. Once again, Bucky was portrayed as a hero for a madman’s devices. It was laughable, how often this man manipulated. He’d been manipulated the majority of his much too long life. But, since he had already handled it once already, for seventy years, he would deal with it one more time for a few days until his death.

Bucky was still alive. He should’ve been killed. He wasn’t. Maybe there was a God. A God who decided that James Buchanan Barnes had had enough. Because Bucky Barnes had been to Hell, and he kept going. He was used as a pawn, twice. He’d had been trapped in his own mind, twice. He’d been turned against his best friend, twice. He’d been granted clemency and forgiveness once and it was plenty for him. He might not have thought he deserved it, but the fact that he had it at all proved that maybe he could. Maybe he could forgive himself. Maybe he could be a hero.