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shydaydreamer28 · 1 day
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The leading men of the MCU with there most cherished loved one.
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And then there's Strange...
Drinking alone at his ex's wedding.
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After spending the night alone, naked in bed watching videos of said ex.
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God this is sad. Lmao
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tessalation · 1 year
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The best trope is enemies to found family. This either works as “we all used to try and kill each other but now we fight for each other” or as “you were sent to assassinate my found family but we simply adopted you, and now you’re on a redemption arc like no one’s ever seen,” and they both mean so much to me
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wolfstardaughter-jj · 11 months
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Sirius: we rock paper scissors on what movie to watch.
James: alright then
James and Sirius: rock paper scissors
Sirius: ✂️
James: 🪨
James: alright, guardians of the galaxy three it is.
Sirius: what? No, I won.
James: what? How's that possible. Rock beats scissors.
Sirius: no scissors beats rock.
James: how?
Sirius: the rock sharpens the scissors.
James: that- that's not how it works.
Sirius: then tell me.
James: scissors beats paper, paper beat rock and rock beats scissors.
Sirius: what? No, the paper is weaker than both, it would dissolve in water-
James: water? Since when was water in this?
Sirius, not listening: and the rock, well if you hit it hard enough it would break in half and it would sink in the water.
James: you're telling me the scissors are indestructible? How about the rust it would get if it was in water?
Sirius: ...
James: where the fuck did you learn rock paper scissors ?
Sirius: Bellatrix....
James: of course you did
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thebadbatchfan · 2 months
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spot the difference
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fooled-around-and-fell · 11 months
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Hugs, Massages
Summary: It's been a terrible day. But you know who can comfort you best? Your boyfriend, Will.
Genre: fluff
pairing: Will Poulter x female reader
Warning: language (cursing), suggestive
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It was a rough day.
Work was a bitch -- when is it ever not -- but today took a toll on you. It was much harder than other days, and you just want to crawl in a hole and cry.
Will knew it was a bad day just from the way you closed the door. Quiet, slow, unannounced. Usually you'd go in the bedroom to find him, but this time you immediately went to shower.
Closing his book, Will picked up the bag and coat you left on the kitchen counter and put it where it belonged before joining you in the shower.
He was careful, not wanting to interrupt, he just wanted to comfort you.
He took his shorts off before getting behind you, kissing your shoulder. "Hi," he said softly. "want some alone time?"
You shook your head, wrapping his arms around you.
He kissed your neck before lathering his hands with your favorite soap, massaging your shoulders, your back, your arms..
"Nothing I ever do is good enough for them."
Will knew you meant your bosses.
"I work my ass off for this project.. put down ideas, developed them, worked with other people... only for them to shut it down, put their ideas and want me to do those instead." You chuckled bitterly. "So much for a free, creative space."
Will helped you rinse your hair, listening to all your complaints while he's at it. After showering, he then went to make some tea while you dried your hair.
He knew during nights like this, you didn't want to talk much. You just wanted him there with you, holding you, and that'll let you know everything will be alright.
The mugs were on your bedside table, next to it was Will's book and your favorite eucalyptus candle. He really knew how to help you relax.
A smile slowly crept up to your lips and you felt a pair of arms embrace you from behind.
"There's that beautiful smile."
"Hi," you whispered.
"Hi," he whispered back, kissing you gently. "Want me to read to you?"
You both settled on the bed. You rested your head on shoulder, holding your hot tea, while Will took his book. He was reading Albert Camus's L'Étranger, a philosophical fiction about life, existence, one of the classics, you'd say.
A few sentences in, Will stopped reading the book. "Probably not the best book for this."
He put the book down and turned to cuddle. You left your tea on your bedside table and succumbed to his warm hug.
"You're such a perfect boyfriend." You complimented.
His hand rubbed circles on your back. "I literally just burnt dinner last night."
You chuckled, "That was a little funny."
Will kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer.
"Your bosses are stupid for not recognizing your dedication and talent." He continued, "I'm sorry they're not treating you the way you deserve to be, but I'm here for you. Every step of the way."
"Thank you." You kissed him. "I love you."
"I love you too," He smiled, "Now lay back, and let me give you a massage."
"Ooh," you smirked, "what kind of massage?"
Will smiled slyly, kissing your knees and thighs before sending a wink your way. "Any kind you want."
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imomnba-x07 · 1 year
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GOTG 3 SPOILERS
Do you think Rocket purposefully speaks the way he does now as a form of rebellion because the High Evolutionary would always correct his improper English? Do you think he uses language as a form of control now? Language was the only good tool the High Evolutionary gave him to use and by using “improper grammar” Rocket feels he has control and freedom over how he chooses to speak? DO YOU THINK-
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rayalltheway · 11 months
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They’re gonna fly away together
For Batch 89
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morgcn · 11 months
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Dating Will - Headcanons
i’m sure there’s so many more but here’s these ones. i’d love to know how you guys think will is in a relationship
requests and asks open :)
You often go out to eat, the big idiot loves eating
Walking on the outside of the sidewalk
Will is very much a cat person
Going on fancy dates
Big on PDA, doesn’t care who’s watching or where you are
PDA paparazzi pictures getting released all the time
The two of you crying over movies together
Facetiming when either of you are away
Him calling you love, darling, etc.
Surprises you with starbucks in the morning
Definitely the boyfriend that’s always asking if you’ve eaten
Will likes to talk about the future a lot. about your kids and your wedding and the house you’ll live in
Will isn’t the jealous type, he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t entertain a guy that was very obviously flirting with you
Going on walks especially when it’s raining, which happens quite a lot since you stay with him in london
He holds the umbrella for the two of you
You hold onto his arm when you walk with him a lot
He’s busy a lot but will always make time for you no matter what
He’s basically your biggest fan
Most respectful gentleman alive
Always walks ahead and opens the door for you
Never let’s you carry your own bags at hotels or airports. ever.
Always is the one to put the groceries in the car
Definitely a flower boyfriend. every 4 or so days he gets you a fresh bouquet of flowers to put on the counter. you adore the gesture.
Even when he’s away he arranges for flowers to still be sent to you
Will is very good at making you feel special, like you’re the only person in the world
Will cooking you breakfast a lot
Will obviously loves sweets. cake, candy, junk food, all of it. And so do you
Hates seeing you upset to the point that it basically ruins his day
Won’t drink that much if you’re drinking so he can get you home safe
Not one of those weird boyfriends that polices what you wear
Will actually encourage you to wear the more revealing outfit of the ones you ask him to choose from
Whispering in your ear when you’re out
“You look good”
Will’s love language is touch
He’s extremely touchy
He can’t help himself
Very open with talking to you about his mental health and how he’s feeling. being in touch with his emotions is likely a factor that keeps your relationship healthy
Very emotionally intelligent
Loves seeing you in his clothes. loves it. One of his favorite things
Comforting Will when his anxiety is especially bad
You barely argue but when you do it makes him very upset
He’ll sit in silence after a while of arguing
He doesn’t want to keep going with it, making it worse
Can’t stand when the two of you aren’t on good terms
Gym buddies
Keeping a watchful eye out for you when you’re at the gym
Creeps sending his blood pressure through the roof
Him watching as men try to help you and you turning them away
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itzjulianajj · 1 year
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He finally got the arm y’all! 😆🥳
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Nebula really went to earth to steal a semi-stable 106 year old’s prosthetic arm.
A few days before:
Nebula, chasing Bucky around the boat: GIVE ME YOUR ARM BARNES
Bucky, frantically running around the boat: NO WHY DO YOU EVEN NEED IT
Nebula: FOR THE RACCOONS CHRISTMAS PRESENT!
Sam, eating popcorn: Punch his shoulder a few times, it’ll fall right off.
Bucky, being punched repeatedly by Nebula: SAM!
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Steve Rogers: "I can do this all day."
Tony Stark: "Yeah, well, I can't. I have a dinner reservation at 7."
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afro-hispwriter · 1 year
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what was the name of Adams little pet? I don’t remember hearing it if it had one or is he just free to name?
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probablyspooky · 1 year
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Message Received (Predator x Fem! Reader Guardians of the Galaxy)
I’m crazy {part 2}
With shaky hands you typed away at the small communicator you had managed to steal from your master, a message to anyone, anyone willing to help you. Sweat beading down your forehead as you typed your distress call across the galaxy, hoping a hero would save you and him...
Hitting send anxiety rose throughout your body, causing you to throw the small box across the ground, shattering it. Realizing what you’ve done, you rush over and quickly grab the pieces and try to hide your little accident. Trying to find a place to hide it the door to the room opened, and he walked in.
The Grandmaster strode in, cane in hand and a trail of servants and guards behind him as if they were his own shadow. You quickly fell to your knees and bowed your head to the ground, dropping the communicator  pieces to the floor without thinking. Tears began to well up in your eyes as the thought of punishment or worse began to fill your head.
“Well well well...what do we have here....”, the Grandmaster started, taking his cane and pressing it into your hand that was supporting you, shooting a sharp pain throughout your hand. You yelped in pain, but didn’t dare move, you knew better.
“Did you get a message out little bird?” he asked, his voice smooth, but vile, to a bystander you’d think he was the kindest man in the world, but those who were close to him, closer to under his boot knew to not be even near him, or be near the ones who were already under his boot, someone like you. 
“N-no sir...I wasn’t trying to-” you started, but were abruptly stopped by the swinging of his cane across your face. You fell to your side and began to cry quietly.
“You know better little bird,” he spoke, walking over to you with his gloved hand, and raising your face to look into his, “No one is gonna save you, or him, you know better than to try”
He dropped your face, and snapped his fingers, causing his shadows to grip you by the arms and lead you back to the servants cell, which was a worse than horrible fighting cell. 
The Grandmaster didn’t care if he mixed those who fought with those who served him, to him they’re all expendable. You often found yourself being beaten by the other fighters, you didn’t blame them, they were trapped here just like you.
You struggled a bit against them, trying to at least put up a struggle against them, yet knowing it was all for nothing. You were brought to those same metal bars enforced with an electronic field, you were thrown into the same crowd of females, and the door shut behind you like it did every day. Usually, the others would give you a hard time, but you seemed as if you had already been through it enough for today, so the others kept to themselves. 
You crawled to the corner of the large cell, you curled up and began to cry into the wall.
Now you see, the Grandmaster is rich, he could afford to keep his cells up the par, walls made of the strongest metals known to man, yet he really didn’t care if they chipped or broke from the constant fighting that happened within the cells, he couldn’t care less if the males broke into the females cells, or vise versa. Sometimes even the females are stronger than the males in some species. 
But that didn’t happen as the separate genders tend to not try to break into one another's cells. They kept to themselves, except for two. Two lovers who were taken and forced into servitude, one a fighter for entertainment, one chosen for her face and body, entertainment as well, but for a much darker reason.
As you continued to cry into the wall cracks, a hole at the bottom of the wall caught your eye, as the walls were strong, they just weren’t very thick. A finger poked through it, and you placed your index on it just the same. It curled, hooking the two fingers together, this was the only contact you’d had with him in awhile, feeling his rough skin and his claw against your finger made you feel a bit better.
He couldn’t see you, but boy did he miss you, unbeknownst to him of the damages the Grandmaster had inflicted upon your face, the face that he found so beautiful. If he did of course he’d be enraged, but all that rage has no where to go to besides the others who cowered from him in his own cell.
You didn’t dare let a drop of your blood fall onto his finger, he’d be distracted from the fight that was he was to be in tomorrow, you’d never forgive yourself if you were the reason his life was ended far too soon.
But soon your prayers would be answered, as just a leap away in the same galaxy, a message was received upon the Milano, the ship managed by Star lord and his crew. The large red lettering began to shine across the screen as the message sound blared and a very tired human walked over and yawned. Placing himself into the chair, he played the recording of your voice throughout the ship for his crew to hear.
“H-he-hello? My name is (y/n), I-I am a servant on the planet Sakaar, under the rule of,” you whimper, “Under the rule of En Dwi Gast, the Grandmaster, my ma-...my husband and I were kidnapped and forced to serve...please...if you have a heart...please help us...”
Message end
Of course the silence of the ship was the group collective that they agreed to not sit by, they were heroes of course, though one of them was a bit more reluctant to help you without payment, Star lord agreed that they were going.
They were going to help you.
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sweetdees-gf · 1 year
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im sorry but guardians of the galaxy ending is 9/11 for people with adhd and attachment issues.
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"Rocket, Teefs, and Floor go now"
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Guardians of the Galaxy 3 destroyed me.
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