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The Last of Us Part II: A Challenging and Devastating Masterpiece Fans Did Not Want

Naughty Dog’s The Last of Us Part II is generating diverse and adamant responses from fans of the original with some lauding the title as a storytelling revelation. Others heavily criticize the narrative direction and the use of violence within. Numerous negative opinions stem from out of context leaked plot points and a staggering amount of deeply harmful misinformation. Tweets and forum posts boast multiple outlandish claims like the director performing motion capture for a sex scene, which he did not, or false accusations that the studio paid for positive reviews. However, many people have played the game honestly and still feel disappointed and upset at the experience. Their reaction is understandable. I myself finished the game shortly after its release following two grueling 15-hour long marathon play sessions and struggled at first, unsure of the story and its effects on me. But the more I reflect on my experience and the narrative, the more I come to appreciate the game for what it is: a brutal, risky, and devastating masterpiece that none of us wanted.

The Last of Us Part II is perhaps the first game I have seen inspire such a polarizing response and be subject to so much negative press solely for narrative choices. Most of the time, such backlash and “review bombing” indicates greedy and manipulative monetization schemes, or else rushed and underdeveloped projects. However, most people agree The Last of Us Part II has refined gameplay and fantastic animations. Sure it is not flawless, as the cycles of stealth and action gameplay start to become monotonous, especially during long play sessions, which seems at odds with the enthralling story encouraging players to stay engrossed in the world. However, the incredible acting and presentation alone could have earned the game universal acclaim. Yet, many people are angry, upset, or even downright disgusted with the narrative choices of writers Neil Druckmann and Halley Gross. While I disagree with these individuals, I do not deny their opinions on this challenging and divisive experience.

The following contains full spoilers for The Last of Us Part II. Images may disturbing and are not be suitable for all readers.

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Look what was waiting for me when I got home from work…Captain America: Civil War art book!!! It is beautiful, and concept artists are the 8th wonder of the world. I am in love 😍

Hi there! My period is hitting me like a truck, could I please request fluffy Bucky? Maybe like reader and him go grocery shopping for ice cream or something? I'm in dire need of some fluff. Thank you very much dearie 😊💕

You were in that painful and awful day of the month, lying on your stomach and hugging one of the pillows, a failed attempt to make yourself feel better but, in fact, while you were like that nothing would get better. You stayed like that until the moon came to the sky, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to make the pain go away. You heard your door open and quietly footsteps getting closer to you, the mattress lowered slightly with the weight and then you felt your boyfriend scent. He stroked your hair, taking it out of your face and kissed your head.

“Baby, do you wanna go to the grocery with me? There’s a new ice cream flavour.” he murmured quiet, tenderly smiling when you moved a little so you could look at him.

“Can you bring to me? I’m not feeling well.” you tried not to whine about your period but Bucky was always trying to spoil you. So there you were pouting and making him nod carefully.

“Sure thing, doll. I’ll come back in one minute.” Bucky kissed your forehead and then left you alone again.

You didn’t know exactly how long you waited, but when you were finally drifting off to sleep you heard Bucky come in. You grumbled sleepily as the light turned on, but soon you rested your hands on the mattress to lift and turn your body, so you could sit and lean back against the headboard. Bucky smiled sweetly, taking the ice cream pots, chocolate and Doritos from the bag and them walking in your direction. He sat in your empty side, placing the food in front of him so he could open one of the ice cream and give to you. Silently, you accepted and took one scoop of the sweet, closing your eyes when you felt the coffee and nut touch your tongue. Bucky placed his arm around your waist, pulling you to lean against him and thus let you more comfortable. You hummed happily after almost all day feeling grumpy, and you knew that you were lucky to have a man to spoil you like that.

“Did you liked the new flavour?” he whispered quietly and you just nodded, too concentred in finishing your ice cream and Bucky chuckled “There’s another one here, but do you wanna eat Doritos first? And watch some movie?”

“I love you so much… You know that, right?” you sighed, hiding for a moment your face in the curve of his neck, your cold breath causing him chills and making him giggled.

“I love you too, baby.”

(Masterlist)

Cold Feet (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

fluff. fluff. fluff

loosely based off an episode of how i met your mother bc i’ve binge watched it and its aMAZING 

this has female pronouns bc that’s how it worked out but pls bear in mind that most my work is gender neutral  

-Jazz

Prompt /song; none

Request; my own idea for once lol

Other characters featured; none 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 847

felix is also a totally fictional guy that I just came up with 

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(this gif actually kills me.)

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. Your white dress seemed to be the most eye catching thing on you right now. Your hair was done beautifully, your eye makeup made you feel like a model and the huge diamond on your ring finger was almost show stopping.

You wanted to get married. You wanted to find someone to spend your life with and have that special connection that seems almost extinct. 

But like all weddings, there was one minor detail the bride didn’t like. Usually it was the colour of the details on the cake, or the font of the name cards on the tables. 

It was only the groom that you didn’t like. Nothing horribly major, right? 

‘Shit.’ You murmured. ‘Shitty, shittity shit!’

‘Y/N?’ Your best friend called from outside the bathroom. ‘Are you getting cold feet?’ 

‘Nope! I’m good. It’s perfect!’ You over-enthusiastically replied.

You would have been over the moon to have a wedding like this.

If you were marrying Bucky..

You’d broken up with him nine months previous. But, due to your work and who you hung out with, you saw him most days and had become really good friends, despite the fact you’d dated for a year and a half.

You’d still been crazily in love with him when Felix asked you out. And when he asked you to be his girlfriend. And finally, when he proposed. And when he asked you to move to London with him. But you were as stubborn as they came, and didn’t think of leaving London and leaving Felix for Bucky until - Well, until he’d confessed his love for you.

At six this morning, after he’d flown from Brooklyn, may I add.

Let’s rewind.

You’d gone for a walk to clear your head - You knew wedding jitters were normal, but these weren’t jitters. These were urges to pack your bags and fly the fuck back to New York. Back home, to where your best friends were.

Instead, you were in Chelsea, London. A place where the subway was called the ‘tubes’, a place where it rained far too much and a place where Bucky wasn’t. 

You clenched your fists and marched down the street, under the dim brightness of the fading out street lights, as the rain slashed again your hair, sending chills down your shaking body.

‘Y/N!’ A familiar voice yelled.

You were imagining it. It wasn’t him.

‘Y/N!’ 

You hadn’t slept very well. It was your imagination, you told yourself.

However, when a cold, metal hand grabbed yours and pulled you back, you gasped.

‘Bucky?’ You spluttered, staring at the guy in front of you. His brown hair was disheveled from running, he looked exhausted. He’d come all the way from Brooklyn. ‘What are you doing-’

‘I love you, Y/N. I can’t let you marry him. You just have to come home-’

You stared at him in disbelief. He’d got on a plane, at 1am in New York time, to fly to London, and tell you he loved you. But the wedding was planned, Felix would be waiting and everyone was expecting you to be at the aisle in three hours.

‘Buck.’ You murmured. ‘I can’t. This has been planned. I can’t leave. I’m sorry. I love Felix.’

You didn’t want him to look so heart broken. You had to resist the urge to kiss him, and tell him you would get on the next flight home. To arrive in Brooklyn and hug your friends, and to just spend time with Bucky. Because you loved him. So why didn’t you say so?

‘I get it.’ Bucky murmured. ‘It was a long shot. But, at least I have an answer, right? It’s better than not coming and living the rest of my life not knowing what you would have said-’

‘Please don’t speak like that.’ You muttered, your voice breaking. ‘I have to get back to get my hair done. The wedding is at nine am, and I’m kind of shitting myself.’ You tried to laugh.

‘Good luck, Y/N. Felix is a lucky guy.’

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As it turns out, you will get some strange looks whilst walking through London Gatwick Airport in a huge wedding dress. And by some, I mean literally every person.

You didn’t remember much from the past hour. You had a brief memory of running, getting in a cab. The cab driver gave you a strange look, but you got to the airport with Felix’s stolen credit card. But you clearly remembered leaving your ring and a note behind.

‘Felix,

I can’t marry you. It wouldn’t be fair on you, or me. I can’t apologize, because I can’t be sorry for falling in love with someone  else when it’s not within my control. 

Good luck, 

Y/N.’

And now, you were dragging yourself through the airport, towards the flight desk. The the elderly hostess gave you an odd look, but then a sympathetic smile. ‘Can I help you, dear?’

‘Hi, yes. I’d like a standard ticket for the next flight that leaves for Brooklyn, please.’

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part two?

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LOKI - WANDA

“Illusions” | request by @mischiefinthedungeons

Some fairly good-looking stranger. ( buckyxreader )

So hi guys, this is my first fic, story, imagine, call it the way you want to.

I apologize if there’s something wrong with the grammar, I’m not a native English speaker so, sorry, really.

And this is the end, lmao. Hope you like it!

(I’m too sleepy to send you the link so here you go @marveliskindacool)

Warnings: language maybe? Idk, description of stitching wounds, and that’s it, really.

Czytaj dalej

To hold you over while I work on the next prompt, here’s a fic I just posted on my ao3!

Language: English 

Words: 2,524 

Summary: It’s Christmas. Brooklyn is blanketed in snow, and as the brunette agent peers out the window, tea in hand, she ponders the day to come, the surprises in store, and most of all, the soldier asleep in her bed.

You didn’t expect it, it just sort of happened. Your period was late for a whole month before you knew. Two pregnancy tests just confirmed it. You weren’t ready and you weren’t experienced but you sure were excited. A whole new world just opened up in front of you. You just needed to tell Bucky about it. You sat there in your room, alone…how were you going to tell him? You suddenly felt morning sickness kicked in and you felt like you will vomit. You took a deep breath trying to control yourself but it wasn’t working. You went to the bathroom trying to calm yourself down and luckily you didn’t vomit all over your clothes. You washed your face and looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe it this was happening. It’s too early. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks. You haven’t realized Bucky had already come to the room.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay there doll?”

“Not really.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He opened the door and found you crying on the bathroom floor, head down between your knees, in your pajamas.

“What’s wrong?” He sat next to you.

“If I tell you will you stay?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because it’s too early.”

“Too early for what, doll?”

“For a kid.” You said. Bucky’s jaw dropped. “I’m pregnant James.”

“Wha-wha….what?”

“Yeah I know.” He immediately wrapped his hands around your small frame pulling you closer to him. You were a little shocked by his reaction.

“I will stay.” He whispered into your ear.

“What?”

“I will stay no matter what happens, okay? It’s early for us and it will be stressful but we can do it.”

“You really think so? I thought you will freak out and leave me.”

“I love you way too much to leave you (Y/N). Even if I wanted to everyone in the team would probably kick my ass for being a coward. Plus I have always wanted to be a dad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. After Hydra I thought it was over for me…”

“Never say never…clearly.” You smiled.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too.”

“Does anyone else know?” He asked.

“Just you.”

“Do you want to tell everyone at dinner?”

“Sure. I think only Wanda knows though.”

“How so?”

“She tends to sense when something is off.”You said resting your head on his metal arm. It was surprisingly comfortable and you were happy.

‘’You’re not afraid of me’’

A/N: I was in the mood to do a little Bucky one shot. Hope you like it! I’m feeling inspired to continue on with this story? not sure what’ll do. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes (pointers and tips about my grammar are appreciated since I want to get better). Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky doesn’t get afraid without having a reason to be.. To him, you don’t seem to be a reason enough

Warnings: None, I think .. 

Word count: 938

Your eyes flickered open, sunlight hurting your eyes. Your head ached and you looked around, trying to adjust to your surroundings. This place wasn’t familiar but it felt welcoming. You raised yourself up, flinching at the pain shooting down your body. Slowly you started remembering. 

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Compromises || Peter Parker x Reader

A\N:  Sorry for the wait! But here you go! Parkeeeer! I hope you guys like it :)

Prompt No.18: “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world.”

Prompt No.24: “Can you just stay here with me for a little while?”

Request: “can you do 18 & 24 with peter parker please?”

You were sitting cross legged on your bed fidgeting with your phone, unlocking and locking it after every few seconds in hopes of receiving a text or call from Peter. You hadn’t seen him in weeks due to his missions with the Avengers as Spider-Man.  You had tried to visit his apartment but you had only met Aunt May who would tell you that Peter was on an educational trip with Tony Stark. At least Aunt May was spared of the worry for Peter. Above that you hadn’t received any texts or calls from him in this time period.

“This is Peter. Leave a message after the beep.”

“God dammit Peter,” you said in frustration as the call went straight to voicemail.

You threw your phone on the other side of the bed and rested your head in your palms. This was getting ridiculous. You couldn’t keep this up anymore. For all you know, Peter could be dead or seriously injured and you really deserved to know.

Sharp taps on your window pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked bewildered in the direction of your window. You slowly got out of your bed and walked cautiously towards the window. Your lips parted in surprise as you saw Peter standing on the other side looking very tired. You quickly unlatched the window and took a few steps back. Peter let himself in and landed softly on his feet.

You had thought that if Peter were to appear before you, you would rush into his arms. You would bury your face in his chest and breath him in. You would go on and on about asking him if he was alright? Had something happened?  How was he doing? You had thought that you would lock your arms around him and never let go.

But here he was, standing infront of you and you wanted to do none of that. You didn’t feel happy to see him. Relieved, of course but not happy. There was anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach and you just had to let it out.

“Where the hell have you been Peter!?” you hissed surprising yourself and him, with the newly found rage. “You leave for weeks!  I don’t get a text or a call from you!? I get it your busy being Spider-Man but it sure as hell wouldn’t hurt to check up on your worrying girlfriend and tell her that you are alright! That you’re not dead! I mean is that too much to ask from you!?”

Peter bent his head and looked fixatedly at your feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry [Y\N].”

Hearing him say your name sent a chill down your spine and all of your anger was replaced by sadness. “Well sorry won’t cover it. And I can’t live like this Peter I just can’t.”

Peter looked up at you as your voice broke and he immediately rushed forward wrapping you in his arms. This warmth felt very familiar and brought back memories of you and him together. First date in the park. Cuddling up to him during the Harry Potter marathon. Being securely wrapped in his arms as he swung in the city as Spider-Man.

“I didn’t mean to bring you this pain [Y\N]. I never meant to be gone so long.”

You pushed yourself away from him and took a few steps back from him. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders and tried to blink away the tears. “Look Peter, I get it. Spider-Man means so much to you and I would never ever ask you to give up the mask for me. But you have to give me some time otherwise this-” you gestured to yourself and Peter “-can’t work. Do you really want to trade me for violence and bruises every single day?”

Peter widened his eyes in surprise and he closed the distance between the two of you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and said in a very firm voice, “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world. The day I do that will be a very sad sad day. I love you and I can’t just throw you out of my life like that.”

You gave him a week smile and put your head on his chest. “I love you too. But this can’t keep going on okay? We need to work on this. Us. Otherwise we’re both just….wasting our time.”

He sighed and put his chin on your head. “We’re not wasting our time. And we will make it work. You’re not getting of that easy.”

You stifled a laugh, “Dammit Parker. You never fail to make me laugh.”

He grinned at you, “That’s my specialty babe.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, “Can you just stay here with me for a while?”

He took your face in his hands and gave you a long kiss. “Anything for you.”

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