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nelliebachesneg · 6 months

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Whaddya know I’m back in the Marvel fandom. Who could have predicted this. Wow I’m so shocked.

Anyway.

I wanna talk about the Infinity Stones and color theory, because Loki season 2 just wrapped up and I have Thoughts.

Spoilers below if you care.

Isn’t it interesting how the Time Stone is green and Loki was decked out in all things green in the final shot?

And isn't it interesting how the Reality Stone is Scarlet, just like a certain Witch with reality-bending powers?

And isn’t it interesting how Captain Marvel got her powers from the Space Stone and is now the protector of all of Space?

And isn’t it interesting how in two of these three cases, the Mind Stone was involved?

Here's the thing: if there's anything close a true God in the MCU, I’m willing to put my money on the Infinity Stones as a collective. That’s why it’s so dangerous to wield them all at once; you’re literally holding the power of God in your hand.

The Mind Stone would then be the mind of that god, the thing that organizes and causes all things to happen the way that they should. On its own it's just a stone with a bunch of manipulable radiation attached to it. It can’t really do anything on its own. None of of stones can, in fact; their true power comes from how they interacts with their wielders and the other stones.

Amd that’s why Vision and the way he was created is such a big deal that’s really not talked about enough in the MCU fandom. When Ultron started to manipulate the Mind Stone, it got the idea of having to sacrifice things in the name of making them better - which isn’t entirely wrong, mind you. When Tony and Bruce got a hold of it, that idea was tempered with the need to protect, and to use caution and logic alongside ambition. With Jarvis in the mix, suddenly it also got the idea of needing to serve others because that was what Jarvis was built to do. And through it all is the idea that humanity is something beautiful, that it is worth protecting - that it is worth loving, dont worry we’ll get to that in a minute - because that is something all of the Avengers believed including Tony and Bruce. Then when it met someone touched by itself, who also carried those essential ideals… Well of course it/he was attracted to her in multiple senses of the word.

Which brings me to Wanda. Multiverse of Madness did her so dirty, don’t get me started, but before that her relationship (pun intended) with the Mind Stone is fascinating. Wanda had witch powers from the beginning, but then when she started being exposed to the Mind Stone, she became more in that she essentially received the same powers as the Reality Stone - and not only that, but I think the Reality Stone is a concentrated form of her power as much as she is a conduit for its powers. It’s an Orouborus. They are both physical incarnations of the very concept of Reality, in the same way that both Loki and the Time Stone are now physical incarnations of the very concept of Time. The fact that both of these characters were influenced by the mind stone yet never touched the Reality Stone or the Time Stone respectively is proof, at least to me, that the Mind Stone is the connecting factor - even if it’s not always physically present.

Which brings me to Captain Marvel. She never touched the Mind Stone, but she did get her powers directly from the Space Stone, and now she is the protector of Space itself in the most literal sense. It honestly makes sense to me that if there was going to be a stone that worked directly with its sentient counterpart, it would be the Space Stone. Physical presence is part of what space is on a fundamental level. And if the Mind Stone can give the powers of other stones to people without those stones being present, why can’t it intentionally work through other stones despite not being physically present itself?

So that’s four out of six stones accounted for. What about the other two, Soul and Power?

Ok imma be real with you, the idea of “power” being a fundamental quality of the universe is vague to the point of being bullshit, because all the Infinity Stones are “power” stones because they’re all damn powerful. Therefore it is my headcanon that a more accurate name for the “power” stone is the Death Stone, or the Stone of Destruction if you don’t wanna be so dramatic. Its incarnation, if anything, would then be a grim reaper type, the literal embodiment of death - which I’m sure does exist in the Marvel comics somewhere, but I haven’t read all of them, so whoever it is I don’t know who they are. Sorry. Right now my best guess in the MCU is Kang or maybe Agatha if only because they’re both purple, and that’s not the worst connection to make as we’ve seen.

Moving on.

The Soul Stone, then, would be the opposite: the Stone of Creation, or the Life Stone. It and the Power Stone are mirrors of each other. You can’t destroy life without there being life to begin with, and you can’t create life without sacrificing a part of your own. But, as Red Skull says: “Soul holds a special place among the Infinity Stones. You might say, it is a certain wisdom.” And: “In order to take the [Soul] stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul." (Side note, the idea that the stones are connected to each other is also validated by Red Skull’s presence at Vormir thanks to the Space Stone and I would argue the Mind Stone.) The mind can do a lot of things, but love is in the soul. And uh, hey, what color is the Soul Stone again? Orange? Oh, and the Mind Stone is yellow while the Reality Stone is red? And Vision had the Mind Stone while Wanda had Reality Stone powers? And what color do red and yellow make again? Orange, you say?

HM. I WONDER WHAT THIS COULD MEAN.

It means that the Soul Stone is the stone of love as well as life and its sentient counterpart, if it can be called that, is the relationship between Wanda and Vision and this explains why the stones are so attracted to humanity and suddenly the phrase “What is grief if not love persevering” has new meaning thanks I’m gonna go cry now.

So yeah. Infinity Stones and color theory. Fun stuff.

#mcu #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel loki #wanda vision #wandavision #captain marvel #avengers endgame #infinity stones #time stone #loki

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metalphoenix · 2 years

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Reacting to TLAT Reviews pt2

I saw Thor: Love and Thunder last night and my friend @marvelvibess just sent me these hilarious reviews of the movie. They are too good not to react to honestly.

{Image description: light grey text on a black background reading: WORSE marvel movie ever!!! Kirby Lee Ditko Steranko and the gang from marvel NEVER not one time created ANY character openly gay or announcing they were gay ..so marvel , Disney stop pushing this please. Create a character that is and so be it.

Korg is not GAY!!No Eternal was gay and in the printed issues I collect never will be. Btw fat man can’t tie his shoes much less be a superhero. This is ridiculous already. Make up your own stories and contaminate those characters. Don’t destroy something that will never be gay! You can’t change a written story for moneys liking. I worked with a gay captain for 11 yrs has nothing to do with pro or anti anything!!! end image discription}

I love this one just because of how wrong it is. A list of canon queer characters from marvel comics: Valkyrie, Korg, Maria Hill, Ayo, Aaron Fisher (Captain America of the railways), William Kaplan (Wiccan), Theodor Altman (Hulkling), Arnie Roth (Steve Roger’s best friend from the 40s and one of the the inspirations for Movie!Bucky), Tony Stark (never officially says but it is heavily implied, here is a good post on it) Yelena Belova, and those are just the 10 I can think of off the top of my head. In fact marvel has a comic called “Marvel Voices: Pride” that is all short comics about many of its queer and trans super heroes!

Also, the thing about Disney making stuff queer for the money really bugs me because its literally the exact opposite. Marvel is straight washing their characters for the movies because they’re afraid it won’t sell otherwise. Money and capitalism is why it is taking so long for us to get the good queer rep we want/need.

{Image description: at the top left there are 4 stars in a line one is yellow while the other 4 are white. The text is light grey on a black background and it reads: Definitely would not recommend for anyone who has free time to watch because it was a waste of my time and money. The overall story was all over the place because of the constant narrative cut scenes, and with propaganda littered throughout the whole movie of LBGTQ+ness it is another reminder of how superheros can’t just be super.

The different representations of the other gods was pretty sad of 2022, and with the whole conflict of the movie being about the “god butcher’ he should have left more of a lasting impression on the characters in the movie. Instead to me all i got was “boggie man” and that was a bit of a downer compared to other more well developed characters. If the original Norse mythology is on your radar there were a couple of fun quips referencing them. However, your beloved characters from Thor Ragnarok end up being drivers for the problems in this world and supporting it, and that is not my cup of tea. end image description}

Ok say it with me DIVERSITY ISN’T PROPAGANDA PEOPLE JUST EXIST. DIVERSITY ISN’T PROPAGANDA PEOPLE JUST EXIST. DIVERSITY ISN’T PROPAGANDA PEOPLE JUST EXIST.

#thor #thor love and thunder #marvel #mcu #reviews #valkryie #korg #canon queer characters #gay #pride #taika waititi

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astromechs · 3 years

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cbr only ever had (1) good idea in its life and that is a phase 5 mcu movie teaming up rich and carol

#the mlm/wlw solidarity we all deserve #glowing and bein gay as they fly through space #i would never need to watch another comic book movie ever again #i can't believe i watched a wholeass clickbait video just for this one beautiful nugget of an idea #caitlin.txt #(me who owns more nova and captain marvel than anything else in my comic collection is probably biased af)#(but also can i write this because @ marvel studios i don't trust any of you xoxo)#(ok thanks bye)

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Henry Cavill One Shot

Hey! I had a request for henry cavill if that’s possible for you. I thought about something where reader is famous too and they are doing the game spill your guts together. They don’t really know each other but they kinda have a crush on each other. Can the reader be also younger than him like in her 20’s or something?

You were in the guest dressing room, getting ready for your appearance on James Corden.

Despite your better judgement, you had agreed to play his infamous game of 'Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts', regretting the decision almost immediately when you hear that Henry Cavill will be playing with you.

For the last couple of years, you and Henry had crossed paths a few times, never really getting the chance to actually spend any sort of time together with your busy schedules.

If you had to be honest though, you always had somewhat of a crush on him and were a little bummed that you have never actually got the chance to meet him.

As the show began, more nerves crept up and before you knew it, you were being warned that it was almost time to join Henry and James on stage for the game.

"Welcome back everyone. Now Henry we are going to play a game but I think we need to bring a special guest out to make it a little more fun so ladies and gentlemen please welcome Y/F/N Y/L/N!"

James introduces you and you walk out, joining the two men at the table that has an interesting odor coming from it.

You give James a quick hug before turning to Henry who is smiling brightly at you.

He goes in for a hug as well and you take in his cologne for a second before you remember you are on national TV and back away a bit.

"So Henry you will ask me questions, Y/N will ask Henry and I will ask Y/N. Lets see what foods we will have to eat if we choose not to answer."

James explains the rules as you stare down at the extremely unsatisfying looking 'food' in front of you.

"We have bird saliva, cow tongue, bull penis, grasshoppers, salmon smoothie, 1000 year old egg, calf's brain and cod sperm."

You, Henry and the audience let out a collective, disgusted groan with each new food he says.

"Alright, Y/N, I am going to ask you the first question. So I am going to give you the bull penis."

James says, turning the table so the dish was in front of you.

"I mean you could have given me worse I guess."

You say looking down at the bowl in front of you.

"Y/N, out of all of the movies you've done, which one was the worst?"

Laughs come from James as he asks the question while the audience lets out a chorus of 'oohhs'

You think about the question for a moment, trying to decide if it is worth risking your career to answer it so you don't have to chew on bull penis.

"I have an answer but I don't want to ruin any chances of working with certain people again so..."

You pick up a piece of the bull penis and take a deep breath before taking a bite.

"Oh my god."

You say, quickly grabbing the spit bucket.

"Its so chewy."

After taking a sip of water, you compose yourself and look at the table trying to decide what to give to Henry.

"So, Y/N, what will you be giving to Superman?"

James asks with a smirk.

"Be nice, please."

Henry chuckles.

"Well, I've seen your Instagram and you seem to like to eat healthy so you know what? I'm going to give you the Salmon smoothie."

The audience laughs as you turn the table so the pink sludge is in front of Henry who looks like he might want to kill you for it.

You pick up the card and giggle a little bit.

"Henry, rate your last three girlfriends from best to worst."

The audience laughs as Henry looks at you with a slight but joking glare.

"Hey, this is James' show! I didn't write the questions!"

You say looking to James.

Henry takes the glass and closes his eyes before taking a big drink then almost immediately spits it into the bucket.

After taking a few seconds to recover, Henry looks at James before choosing the worst possible choice on the table for him, finally deciding on the bird saliva.

"James, what celebrity have you turned down for carpool karaoke and why?"

Without even a thought, James picks up the martini glass and takes a swig of the cloudy liquid as you and Henry both gag for him.

James regains his composure once he spits into the bucket and takes multiple drinks of water and picks your next food.

"Cod sperm, I think."

The grin on his face was almost devilish.

"I mean you already gave me bull penis so why not keep the theme alive."

You shrug trying to play off how grossed out you were.

"Ooohhh, Y/N, would you rather score a date with Captain America or Superman?"

He asks and you look at him shocked.

"You're really going to out me on the spot like that, James? I feel like since I am a part of Marvel, I have to pick Cap but I mean Henry is right here so that would be rude not to pick him."

You say, trying to figure out what to say.

"It's ok love, you can pick Captain America. No hard feelings."

Henry says sweetly trying to help you make the choice as the audience swoons.

"Well alright then. Cap is my man."

You laugh then begin looking at what was left on the table.

"Ok Henry, I'm going to be nice and give you the crickets. I hear they are a delicacy in some parts of the world."

You give him a cute wink as you spin the table then pick up the next card.

"Would you like to go on a da-"

You stop as you read the last part of the question to yourself then look up to James and shake your head.

"What? What does it say? Read the question."

James asks with a knowing smirk.

"No, I can't read this!"

You refuse.

"It's ok, you can read it. I don't mind."

Henry says, urging you on and you shake your head again.

James finally reaches over and takes the card from you.

"I'll read it. Henry, would you like to go out on a date with Y/N?"

The audience gasps as you look down at your hands.

Henry blushes a bit and smiles.

"I would love to."

You look up at him quickly, almost in shock at his answer.

"Well, that was our first ever love connection on Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts! Stick around and we will be right back with Y/F/N Y/L/N after the break!"

The show goes to commercial and the stage hands begin to clear the set.

"Why did you say yes?"

You ask Henry, thinking he was just trying to be a good sport for the game and play along with James' crazy antics.

"Because, I've been wanting to ask you out for the longest time and never had the chance before."

He admits and you feel your heart begin to pound.

"Really?"

Was all you could manage to get out and Henry chuckles.

"Really. So, after the show? Maybe we can grab a late dinner?"

Henry takes your hand in his with a hopeful smile.

"That sounds great."

You reply just as you are told the commercial break was about to end and are led up on stage to join James for your segment while Henry heads backstage to figure out where to take you on your first date.

#Henry Cavill One Shot #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry Cavill #Cocos stories

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poetrusicperry · 3 years

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the poets and their fav marvel characters/movies !!!

ok honestly i have no idea if any of this makes sense lol but i hope it’s comprehendible. also i have not had the time or resources to watch any of the new mcu era, which is why i didn’t include any of it. and if you have any other ideas of which characters and movies the poets would like comment them bc i want to see what you guys think hehe !! <3 sending love and hugs to anyone who needs it (and anyone who doesn’t, too)

neil: neil adores comic books. he used to sneak them when he was younger, taking breaks from his summer school homework to read them (he has a stash in his room that his father still hasn’t found). there is no doubt in my mind that neil wouldn’t be head over heels for spiderman, are you kidding ?? most definitely tried to climb walls or hang upside down when he was little. desperately wishes he could come up with his own chemical equation for web fluid. he’d completely immerse himself in the fact that there are three different eras to depict and analyze, too, having a very heated debate with charlie and meeks about who the best spiderman is. also really wants to reenact the upside down kiss with todd

neil’s fav movies (he can’t pick a fav) would be: the og spiderman, the amazing spiderman, and spiderman: homecoming (likes spiderman: 3 purely for shits and gigs)

todd: i feel like todd really likes comics (would spend his summers collecting them and reading in his room while his parents took jeff to sports camps/summer camps). he’d love scarlet witch because todd really loves to see her character growth through the films (coming to understand her powers and utilizing them accordingly), and also just admires how badass she is (”she’s so powerful and she doesn’t even know it until she faces hardship. oh, i love her so much”). upon hearing this explanation, neil couldn’t contain a smile because todd doesn’t even realize that he’s the exact same way (’: todd also likes bucky because he’s “so cool” and his metal arm is “sick” hehe (and he really loves the bond that bucky and steve have)

todd’s fav movie would probably be captain america: tfa because he likes seeing young steve rogers of course, but also because todd admires his strength (sees himself in pre-serum steve and hopes that one day he will become his own version of post-serum steve (: ). also like avengers: aou bc that’s when he’s really first introduced to scarlet witch (watches the post-credit scene from captain america: tws just to see wanda and pietro)

charlie: charlie never really read comic books, but he loves the mcu !! first of all, charlie can’t decide anything ever, so why would picking his fav superhero be any different; peter quill, iron man, or black widow. he’d like peter quill because “he’s unapologetically himself and completely hilarious,” and would absolutely dress as starlord for halloween at least once (probably more than once). as for iron man, charlie just likes how cool tony stark is and how he invented a suit that could fly (”there are so many likable qualities about him !!” he’d say, to which cameron would reply, “like what, the fact that he’s a womanizer, a pompous ass, or that he’s seemingly too smart for his own good ?” and charlie would just smirk, “all of the above”). for black widow, it’d be pretty simple (“she’s so badass. i can’t tell if i want to do her or be her”). claims his honorary mentions would be korg, rocket, and groot

charlie’s fav movies are guardians of the galaxy vol. 1 and vol. 2 because they’re “fun.” likes thor: ragnarok because it also has fun vibes.

meeks: meeks LOVES comic books to begin with, and collects them avidly, but dr. strange and the entire idea surrounding his powers/strengths ?? the ability to bend time ?? if that doesn't sound right up meeks’ alley, idk what does. there are clearly a lot of things that meeks will geek out over unapologetically, but dr. strange is one of those things that he just will not shut up about, ever (”it’s just so AWESOME”). desperately wishes that sling rings were real. also gushes with todd about bucky’s metal arm, going off on a tangent about the science behind the “rigidity flexibility ratio.” can also go on for hours about the quantum realm (:

therefore, meeks’ favorite mcu film is dr. strange and he would be completely eager and buzzing for dr. strange in the multiverse of madness. also likes antman (:

pitts: also a comic book geek hehe. and i'm sensing that pitts really likes thor. thor is pretty much just a dorky, goofy tall dude (like pitts, just with... a lot bigger biceps LOL). finds a lot of the same things funny in the movies that thor laughs at. getting into thor gets him into norse mythology, where he’d spend hours searching for/reading books on it at the welton library (meeks would have to come find him because he’d been gone for that long). wishes he could grow facial hair that nicely, and even attempted to once, but charlie shut that down real quick HAHA (”i'm not going to stop making fun of how ridiculous you look until you shave”). becomes a huge einstein rosen bridge geek, learning all there is to learn about that (and norse everything).

pitts’ favorite movie is thor: ragnarok (”it’s the best out of the three”), and he really doesn’t enjoy thor: the dark world (almost has a vendetta against it, “why did they feel the need to dye his beard and his eyebrows ??”)

cameron: surprisingly knows a lot about comics and the mcu ? his fav character is captain america due to steve rogers’ unflinching morals and standards (cameron began to to veer a teeny tiny bit away from cap, though, when he began to rebel in captain america: civil war, but he still loves him). really likes the historical aspect behind captain america (wwii and the 1940s). he and pitts absolutely had a meltdown when steve lifted mjolnir and almost got kicked out of the movie theater for their reaction (”NO FUCKING WAY, NO FUCKING WAY !! I KNEW IT. PITTSIE, I KNEW IT !!” which is super uncharacteristic for cameron, but he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to cap). got in an actual argument with charlie after captain america: civil war arguing that tony was in the wrong (”steve was doing the right thing because he was following his moral code !! even if he was breaking rules, it still made sense,” and charlie would just laugh, “you say that, but i was just following my moral code when i made the phone call to god and you didn’t find that funny,” “you’re an idiot, charlie”). also really likes nebula bc he relates to her in the fact that she never felt like she belonged/fit in.

his father served in wwii, so captain america: tfa has a really special place in his heart (he’s seen it so many times he can cite the movie as it goes along)

knox: knox knows the least about superheroes/comics, but still likes to tag along to the movies when the poets go to a premiere. he really likes black widow (”she’s just really pretty, okay?”) and hulk (”he just smashes stuff, HAHA ! how awesome is that ??”). even though he’s not very knowledgable about the mcu or marvel itself, he loves to listen to meeks about everything. almost always asks questions throughout the entirety of the movie (”knox, shut up, we’ll explain after it’s over !!”). thanos really freaked him out tbh; the idea of something like the snap happening dialed his whole “carpe diem” thing to eleven lol.

knox’s fav movie is the first avengers because the amount of conflict isn’t as bad as the other avengers movies (”i like seeing them work together, it makes me sad when they argue and disagree).

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marvelsimp · 3 years

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THE NEW KID: Leaving

Ch. 1

The New Kid Masterlist

-This is going to be a series so I’m going to do my best so that you may read it in any order. Also, I’m going to apologize in advance for my writing, any tips are appreciated.

Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh)

Genre: ANGST, fluff

Warnings: Homophobia (being kicked out), mentions of death, vague mention of suicide, general angst, swearing (I swear fuck is like the only one I know smh)

Description: Reader gets kicked out by her homophobic parents, Peter invites her to stay with him, and reader reflects on her and Peter’s relationship.

-Takes place after far from home and Gamora, Vision, Loki, Heimdall, Nat, and Tony are still alive, Steve didn’t leave, and Mysterio didn’t reveal Peter as Spiderman. (aka my dream MCU)

Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath.

Word Count: 2,350

“You can stay the night but, in the morning, you have to leave” You could feel it all, the disgust, the anger, the sadness. Every bit of what they were feeling was being thrown at you. You didn’t even get to tell them about your powers. You thought that maybe they would understand that maybe they would love you enough… but they didn’t. You were in shock; your parents were throwing you out because you like girls. You made your way back to your room to pack the essentials and figure out where you would go. Peter. He had told you before that if this happed or if you ever needed to you could stay with him.

(Y/n): Does the offer still stand

Peter: you told them?

(Y/n): yeah… theyre kicking me out

Peter: Im so sorry

You and Peter first met through Instagram almost a year ago. He posted some picture of him and Ned posing with a LEGO model of the Death Star. You decided you had nothing to lose so you messaged him. That was that easiest friend you had ever made, and he was the only friend you had now.

You got to know each other over the months, you would text and facetime, sometimes you would play Minecraft or Animal Crossing or whatever game you both had your hands on. You would talk for hours about Star Wars, video games, and even The Avengers. It was amazing. Then you told him.

“I’m gay”

He looked shocked at first, which scared you a little, then his shocked expression morphed into a grin.

“Now, I have someone else I can talk about girls to.”

You laughed tears forming in your eyes. You felt a huge weight come off your chest. He told you about MJ and how he planned to ask her out during the trip to Europe. You told him about your huge crush on Captain Marvel and it was perfect. You had someone who loved you for you and didn’t want anything more or less, someone you could tell everything to.

* * * * *

“Oh my god,” you thought to yourself as you put it altogether. You felt like you were going to faint or throw up or both.

Night monkey on tv had the same powers as spiderman, spiderman was from New York, and Peter was from New York… The late nights, the weird bruises, and cuts, injures; him suddenly having to leave out of nowhere. Every bit of it made sense. Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Your best friend is fucking Spider-Man.

At first you were shocked, then you were excited, then you were scared. You rushed to your phone to call him. You dialed his number and nothing... no answer. That’s when the panic started.

(Y/n): Are you okay?

There was no answer for minutes then hours. You were really panicking now, he usually texted back within ten minutes, but it was now six hours later.

(Y/n): I saw what happened are you ok

(Y/n): Pete youre scaring me please text me

You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything, all you could think about was him. Is he alive? Is he injured? Did he lose his phone? These thoughts swirled in your head; you couldn’t breathe. Finally, fifteen hours later you heard a ding.

Peter: Im ok my phone died

(Y/n): Can you call me

Peter: Sorry Im getting on the plane to head home can I call you then?

(Y/n): yeah

Your panic calmed and you felt like you could breathe again but the fear and the anger were still there. You were furious not that he didn’t tell you, you couldn’t care less about that there were still plenty of things that you hadn’t told him yet. But you were furious at the universe, that your friend could die, that your friend could be taken away again. That you could lose that person that helped keep you stable, help keep you grounded. You couldn’t lose someone like that again, the last one almost killed you and losing Peter would destroy you.

Ten hours later he FaceTimed you.

“Hey, sorry about not answering. My phone died and all this stuff happened and- “

“Are you Spider-Man?”

“Wh-what?” He was shocked, another one of his friends figured it out. He couldn’t believe it.

“Are. You. Spider-Man.” You replied bluntly with your brows furrowed. You could barely keep the tears from flowing out.

He let out a sigh shaking his head, seeing no reason to lie so he nodded, “Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” you breathed out.

He looked up back at the screen confused, “Y-yeah I’m okay. I have a few scratches but nothing bad.”

“You could’ve died,” you grunted as your breath began to pick up.

“I’m okay Y/n. It’s ok,” he looked at you confused but mostly concerned because you were usually level. You tried your best to hide your negative emotions from others, so he only ever saw you smiling.

“NO! No, it’s not okay! You could’ve died. I could’ve lost you; I could’ve lost my best friend AGAIN. Two best friends in two years. I barely survived when she… I-I don’t even know what would happen if I lost you, too!” You were crying, you didn’t even notice, you didn’t even care.

He froze, not knowing what to say not knowing what to do. He just looked at you. He didn’t know that you never talked about your friends, he assumed you had them. He just thought you would open up when you were ready, but he never predicted this.

“Y/n, I-I’m okay. I’m alive and I am safe. I promise you that- that I’m going to be okay.” He just stared at the screen again. “Do you… want to talk about her.”

“You would’ve liked her,” you smiled while the tears were still streaming down your face. “Ava was the most stubborn person on the planet. She was kind… and talented… she was so smart… she wanted to go and help animals that are going extinct. She was my everything... and then she… she was gone.” You sobbed uncontrollably, not even stopping to breathe.

You’d never cried for her before, when you had found out it destroyed you. You were numb to everything, but you hid it with a smile always saying you were fine. Then you met Peter, he saved you and he didn’t even know it. He helped you feel ok again. He helped you feel alive again instead of a walking corpse.

“Y/n, you need to breathe.” You heard through the phone that was now lying on the bed as you continued to sob. “Please, just breathe.”

All that he wanted to do was hold you and comfort you, he knew what it felt like to lose someone. He knew that pain and wanted to help you but all he could do was talk and listen so that’s what he did.

You collected yourself, it took a while, but you did it. “I’m breathing,” you said letting out a slight chuckle.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked with worried eyes.

“Will you- could you just stay with me, till I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

You called him the next day asking about Spider-Man. You asked how his powers worked, how long he had them, how his web shooters worked and how he made them, you even asked if the Start Internship was really just¬¬¬ him being Spider-Man. He answered every question you had and then some.

“Um, I have something to confess,” you said nervously, “I have…powers, too.”

‘WHAT,” he screamed from excitement while jumping out of his chair. “You have powers, too,” he said with wide eyes and a huge grin.

You went on to explain your powers of telepathy, healing, and empathy. You told him as much as you knew about them and how you didn’t know their limits yet. He just listened and grinned at every word you said.

“Can I tell Mr. Stark about you powers?”

“What?!?!”

“I already talk about you enough to him. Can I tell him about you powers? He might be able to make you something to help you.”

“You talk about me to Tony fucking Stark?!?!?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend. Of course, I talk about you. So, can I tell him.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can tell IRON MAN about my powers.”

Life went on from there, you continued to talk to him like normal. Nothing had come up from him telling Stark about your powers or at least nothing yet. You had grown closer and you would talk about when you had a bad day, and he would tell you about his friendly neighborhood adventures. Then Christmas came and a few days later you deiced to come out to your parents…

* * * * * *

Next thing you knew you were on a plane headed to New York then you were in a taxi headed to Peter’s apartment. You couldn’t stop thinking about how they felt: disgust, anger, and greatest of all sadness. You felt this relief of finally being able to be your self but also the terrible pain of your parents abandoning you. You somehow made it through the plane and the taxi without crying.

Then there he was standing outside of your taxi, smiling with sad eyes. He quickly got your suitcase out of the trunk while you got out of taxi and put on your backpack. When the taxi drove away you both just stood there for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say or do. There was a rush of emotions from both of you: happiness, excitement, and most of all sadness. Peter was mourning with you.

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body in a tight, welcomed embrace. It was then when tears streamed down your face. You sobbed into his shoulder and neck for what seemed like days. Then he pulled away, “Let’s go inside.”

When he opened the door there was Aunt May, the only interactions you had with her where quick hellos or stupid jokes you told her about Peter. So, it was nice to actually meet her. She gave you a soft hug as soon as you came in the door.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here,” you said pulling out of the hug. “I promise I will pull my weight and get a job as soon as I can.”

“Of course, sweetheart, all of Peter’s friends are welcome here and don’t worry about that right now we can talk about it in a few weeks. For now, you guys do what you want, and I got some work I gotta do so I will see guys in a few hours.” She gave your hand a squeeze, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

You put your backpack on the couch, what was going to be your bed for a little while and sat down putting your face in your hands. Peter put your suitcase up against the wall, then he sat down next to you putting his hand on your back.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You started to sob again. Peter just wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest. You cried and cried and cried. Eventually you fell asleep.

The next few days were rough for you. The first two were full of tears and crying but also full of laughing and smiling. The third day you were there was New Years Eve, Peter asked you if you wanted to go to see the ball drop, you declined. You told him the large crowd would probably overwhelm your powers and that some alone time would be nice. Peter understood so he went with MJ and Ned while Aunt May went to a party.

It was nice to be alone. You cried again but for most of the night you just laid there thinking of everything and thinking of nothing. You were worn out and fell asleep before the clock struck twelve.

You woke up early the next day, which was a little weird, but it was nice. When peter woke up, he deiced to show you around. He didn’t show you the big touristy places, but he showed you where he would watch for thieves, where he got sandwiches, or donuts, or ice cream. You just enjoyed the day doing nothing important at all.

The day after that he invited MJ and Ned over. You had never talked to them much less met them. You were nervous and excited so Peter eased your fears and told you that, “They will love you.” And they did, it went amazingly. They were both huge nerds just like you and Peter. Ned was loud and very vocal; his laugh could shake the world. MJ on the other hand was quiet, only speaking up when she felt it was needed. She was a lot like you, but she didn’t hide behind smiles like you did, she showed everything she felt even if it wasn’t very loudly. You got why Peter liked her, they fit like a glove.

Most of the night was filled with laughter and smiling. You played video games, board games, harassed Peter, and overall had a nice time. A few times you could’ve sworn you felt a pinch of jealousy from MJ, which brought you some comfort and reassurance towards Peter. It meant that he hadn’t outed you to MJ which you appreciated. You felt comfortable and safe for once, you didn’t feel afraid to talk about whatever for once. They left right before midnight, both with smiles on their faces as they did.

“We gotta go to bed,” Peter grinned. “I got some big plans for your birthday tomorrow.”

You had forgotten, tomorrow’s your birthday, you’re turning seventeen. You nodded and smiled at him. You were tempted to read his mind and find out what the surprise was but decided it might be better to just go along with it. So, you changed into your PJ’s and fell asleep on Peter’s couch.

Next Chapter

Arriving

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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What I Thought About "What If...T'Challa Became a Star-Lord?" from Marvel Studios' What If...

Salutations, random people on the internet who already scrolled past this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

You know, a lot of people lost so much when Chadwick Boseman died. His family has lost a husband and a father, his fans lost an inspiration, and to fans of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, we lost both a hero and a king. His performance as T'Challa/Black Panther is by far the best the character has ever had, nailing the essence of the character while delivering so much more. So with the second episode of Marvel Studios' What If... one has to ask: Was Chadwick Boseman's final performance his best, or did the series failed to honor his legacy? Only spoilers can answer that question, so be wary as we analyze the second entry into Marvel's most ambitious series.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

T’Challa himself: I enjoy that because his story has changed, so did T'Challa's personality. There's this sly cockiness that we've never seen from the character before, showing how much influence Yondu and his Ravagers had on him. And it's actually pretty fun seeing a character who was so calm and collected now act so...not that. With that said, just T'Challa is now Star-Lord, that doesn't mean he's a copy of Peter Quill.

The major differences lie in the impact that T'Challa left on the galaxy. Instead of stealing for himself, he chose to steal for planets in need as his own version of Robin Hood. And that, in turn, is a way more intriguing and compelling character to me than Peter Quill ever could be. There's just something about the nobleness of choosing to be a heroic outlaw instead of being strictly an outlaw. It proves that despite having his history altered drastically, there is no erasing that perfect and intelligent King that we all know and dearly miss. It sucks that we'll probably never see him again, but at least the last time we did it was to leave one epic impression for the fans.

Korath is T’Challa’s #1 Fan: Not what I would have expected, primarily since the character never acted so goofy, but I appreciate this change nonetheless. Because it's oddly wholesome seeing how much Korath admires T'Challa, to the point where he honestly believes that they're best friends. Also, it's funny. Like, really funny. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this version of Korath is the funniest character in this episode. He's just too good.

It’s All Funny: Hey, we're on the Guardians of the Galaxy side of the universe. I'd personally be offended if it didn't have a sense of humor.

Yondu: Yondu seems to be the only one who hasn't changed that much through T'Challa's presence. Sure, he went straight because of it, but personality-wise, he's still the same. He still gives off the energy as this king of the idiots when dealing with his Ravagers, and you how he's this thief with a heart of gold. It's just that only T'Challa brought it out more than Peter did. Other than that, I personally don't mind that not much has changed. Yondu was already a fun character, to begin with, so I'm more than alright seeing him unaltered if it means we get to witness more of him.

The Galaxy is Better Because of T’Challa’s Influence: No, really, it is. Drax still has his family, Thanos renounced his genocidal ways, and Nebula not only remained in one piece but even has hair...somehow. It's impressive to see just how better everything turned out, and, in a way, it's also kind of funny when you think about it. Like, I wouldn't go so far as to say that the universe was in shambles because of Peter's existence...but it wasn't really better either, and I can't help my chuckles when witnessing how better off things were because he stayed on Earth.

Thanos: Not much to say here. It's fun seeing how chilled out Thanos is when he's not hellbent on wiping out half the universe. And I definitely chuckled a couple times when people called him out on his genocidal bulls**t. It's pretty enjoyable and made me glad we got to see his very surprising return.

Nebula: But this shocked me more. Korath becoming a T'Challa stan? Sure. Thanos acting as a respectful ally? Whatever. But Nebula becoming T'Challa's sexy thieve-in-arms girlfriend?! I don't think anybody in their right mind would have predicted that!

But putting aside the shock, this version of Nebula was surprisingly entertaining. It's nice seeing what she would've acted like without the tragedy as she acts like she's free as a bird but still a little devious. Although, despite having a much better life, that doesn't mean there isn't animosity between her and Thanos. He may not have torn Nebula apart as much as he did in the universe we know, but take notice of how she still has cybernetics in her left eye. That shows that T'Challa didn't get to fix everything, and I appreciate that the writers hadn't glossed over how much of a bad father the Mad Titan is, just because he's all sunshine and rainbows now. It allows a chance for Thanos to prove he really did change and gives Nebula an arc to forgive him. And while the pacing for that could have been better, it's still somewhat believable for me to get behind it. Thus surprising me even more with how not only did Nebula make a phenomenal appearance, but one that left quite the impact on the story.

The Collector: It's not just better heroes that T'Challa created. The Collector, for example, somehow became a genuine threat in this timeline instead of that pathetic dweeb in Guardians of the Galaxy and Avengers: Infinity War. This again amazes me with how T'Challa miraculously created a buff-supervillain in his universe, where Peter did jack all. Maybe the galaxy really would have been better off without him...

Howard the Duck: This is the best way to utilize Howard the Duck if you ask me. He's a character that doesn't really scream "leading character" to me (unless given the correct type of writers), so it's better to let him stick to brief cameos and occasional supporting roles. It allows a goofy type of character to shine without causing audiences to roll their eyes over the idea of a talking duck saving the day.

Wakanda Theme Playing when T’Challa Found the Ship: It's just a cool callback. That's all.

Yondu Lying About Wakanda’s Destruction: A pretty solid reveal that shows how even though Yondu loves the kids he steals, he doesn't have the best intentions. What more can I add?

The Collector’s Wall of Weapons: The callbacks are nice, but I like implications from seeing Captain America's shield and Thor's hammer on that wall. It could mean that while the universe is a better place from T'Challa's influence, not everybody made it out alright.

Yondu’s Speech to T’Challa: I'm sure these beautiful and sentimental words have some implications toward Chadwick Boseman as an actor, but I was too busy being emotional to notice them. Well done.

What Happened to Peter Quill: Ok...I think we can just stop beating Peter down for dooming half the universe. Because how much lower can you get when finding out that this other guy practically saved everything with very little effort, only for you to end up as a worker at Dairy Queen? I'd honestly feel bad if I kept doing it at this point. The poor bastard…

(Sidenote: Love the implications that the world is still in danger because Ego still gets to Peter. It shows that despite the more interesting changes, not everything turns out all hunky-dory.)

The Tribute to Chadwick Boseman: A well-appreciated sentiment to cap off a perfect episode...or what would've been a perfect episode. 'Cause ya boy's got some nitpicks!

WHAT I DISLIKED

T’Challa Being Called Star-Lord: A small thing, but the reason why Peter called himself Star-Lord was because it was a nickname his mom called him. What's even the reasoning here? Because it makes no sense when you sit down and think.

The Black Order are still Boring: Out of all the improvements we've seen, it is still disappointing that these four remain as nothing more than cannon fodder for our heroes to go through before fighting the main boss. And pathetic. Immensely pathetic. I mean, for f**ks sake, THE MAW GOT KILLED BY THE PINK GIRL FROM GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY! Psychic powers and he still goes out like a b**ch!

Thanos Got Nerfed: The guy nearly killed the Avengers, with and without Infinity Stones, yet he can barely hold his own against these people who worked for him. C'MON NOW!

IN CONCLUSION

But those were just nitpicks. Despite them, I'd still consider this episode a solid A with 9.5/10. It was fun getting to see the changes T'Challa made to the galaxy, added with some pretty entertaining moments with other iconic characters. You couldn't have asked for a better final performance from Chadwick Boseman, and here's hoping that wherever he is, he knows that he shined brighter than any star in the galaxy.

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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Hello I would like to request a matchup for HP, if its not too much to ask

I'm a 6' tall guy, I am straight, I consider myself very stubborn, especially when I know what I'm saying is true, it would take someone that really knows me to sway my decisions, having said that I don't tend to open a lot, I've been hurt before and since then I prefer to keep my feelings and emotions to myself. Now leaving the gloomy side

My love language is fisical touch.

I tend to dodge personal questions with jokes.

I love teasing my friends and loved ones

I am a Gryffindor.

Debating is one of my favorite things, but since I'm stubborn people tend to give up

I'm a pretty big guy, sometimes I can be very intimidating but there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect people that need me

Honestly the big and scary is kind of the exterior im actually, as my sister likes to say, a huge teddy bear.

And kne very important fact, I have ADHD

😂😂 anyway. Thanks in advance, if this is not too much trouble and if you are too busy Its ok.

Hii ! No it's not too much !

Since you sent me a message saying you wanted Marvel too , here you go !

From Marvel

I ship you with -

Natasha Romanoff a.k.a Black Widow :)

She's not the one to be intimated , so I guess she makes a difference causing you to be a bit intrigued by her !

She's really bold and brave , just like you !

Usually , she really doesn't have many close friends and she doesn't open up too . She'll understand when you dodge the personal questions .

Not to doubt , she's really a very mysterious character and your closed off nature will attract her !

It's just that she understands you pretty much well that you open up to her !

She's the one with a very small ego and is usually very calm and collected , so you debating and staying stubborn won't be minded by her . BUT to sway you from your decision is matter of seconds for her because she knows what to speak and when . So get ready to be left speechless by this girl . But she'll only do it when she needs to !

You both would be really protective of each other . If and ever someone dared to speak rubbish to Natasha , you're gonna rip their tongue with your debating qualities and in the end , the person would regret talkin' or trying to prove Natasha wrong ..

She'll take care of you so nicely , your ADHD too !

I m pretty sure that the troupe would be bestfriend to lovers . Really , were you both even bestfriends ? You always had that tingling feeling in the stomach when Natasha smiled or even met your eyes !

Your relationship will be full of teasing back and forth , without hurting each other !

Overall , a very deep and strong relationship !

Your bestfriend would be -

Steve Rogers a.k.a Captain America

It just felt like calling ! Really a good friendship !

Again, he's really calm , composed , closed off person so you both would tune in well !

He'll understand your closed off nature and you'll understand his pain (maybe you both have different reasons though)

Overall , a very stable friendship !

From Harry Potter

I ship you with -

Ginny Weasely :)

So, first of all , Ginny is a Weasely , no doubt she's really warm , welcoming and friendly !

She's trustworthy , kind and brave . She'll put herself in danger to protect you and vice versa !

She'll get you open up real quick actually , because she really has that . You'll trust her soon , like after you both are pretty close as friends !

She'll always be there for you , be it you letting out your emotions (it is tough to open up , isn't it?) Or the fear of opening up .

I m pretty sure that you're going to be shocked and afraid to open up but you can't stop yourself . It's kinda sticky situation but Ginny comes to your rescue by confessing her feelings !

You'll always have a hand around her shoulders or waist as a sign of being protective and physical touch as your love language !

Teasing her would be fun because she would start laughing soon ! Also to add , Molly and Arthur would literally love you more than Ginny at times !

Ginny will really not debate with you (to win , but she'll definitely debate because you like it) , not until she feels she needs to interfere .

She'll really make you understand the thing to make you change from your decision .

Also to add , you'll have to face an interrogation from Ronald and he'll be super cold with you .(while Harry would get along with you well and quite quickly)

Your bestfriend would be -

Ronald Weasley / Luna Lovegood

Ronald would be your fun partner , he and you would have many playful debates and inside jokes ! Teasing Hermione would be a hobby ! He'll also tell you how much he likes Hermione !

Whereas Luna would give you a wise advice when you're going too stubborn without realising you're wrong or maybe when you're not changing a decision that should be !

Overall , both of your bestfriend play different but quite important role in your life !

Gif and pics not mine

I hope you liked it !

Thank you for the ask 😊

#marvel ships #natasha romanoff #ship requests #ship request #steve rogers #ron x hermione #harry ron hermione #hermione granger #ronald weasley #ginny weasely #harry potter ships #hary potter #darell🌀#daredevil 1910

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 3 years

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Commie, can you do a fic of the BN thieves + any other thieves from Super Sentai/Kamen Rider?

Absolutely I can! And since you haven’t given me a specific prompt, let’s say that

U is for unknown

Balance isn’t, like, a suspicious guy. In fact, he’d generally describe himself as friendly. He likes people! They like him, too! Good feelings all around. But when he spots a flicker of a red tailcoat that definitely shouldn’t be in one of the back corridors of this weird little vault satellite, he maybe gets a little worried.

So he says, “Hey, love cobra.”

“Please don’t call me that in public, Balance.”

“Who’s in public? Just you, me, and twenty dead security cameras, baby. Anyway, you love it.”

Naaga stares fixedly into space for a moment, which is pretty nice, since that blue blush of his is so cute. “Notwithstanding my enjoyment of your pet names, they are not appropriate in public.”

Balance sighs theatrically. “Whatever you say, baby. Did you also see a LupinRanger just now or do I need to re-calibrate?”

“I have not seen the LupinRangers recently.”

“Well, that’s worrying, not gonna lie.”

“But my eyesight is not as acute as yours.” Naaga’s tongue flickers out for a moment. “I can smell them, though.”

“Oh. Good, no re-calibrating on the menu for the evening. Still worried, though! You think this thing Lucky needs is one of their whatsits?”

“I strongly doubt it, given that they are not from this universe.” Naaga scents the air again. “They are this way.”

They catch up with the Lupins after two corridors, and the first thing that happens is that Umika sees them, makes a happy noise, and bounds over to kiss Naaga on the cheek. Then she does the same to Balance, interrupting him in the middle of, “Hey, hey, don’t go kissing on a guy’s--oh. Hey, fancy meeting you guys here! Wait, isn’t he a cop?”

Umika frowns. “Isn’t who a--wait, you mean Noël? No. I mean. Kind of? He’s with us, it’s fine.”

“You’d better not be here after a Lupin Collection piece, though.” Kairi’s hanging back, although he doesn’t look unhappy to see them. “We’ve got dibs.”

Naaga’s nictitating membranes flicker shut for a moment over his eyes. “I am certain that we’re looking for different things, the Lupin Collection is not native to this universe.” He flashes them a brief, awkward smile. “Also, hello.”

Tooma nods. Noël Not-A-Cop waves, smiling, and says, “Bonjour, mes amis, I was sort of hoping we’d get to see you again. How have you been? How’s your handsome friend?” He’s also the one who starts walking again, and since it’s also in the direction that Balance and Naaga are going in, it seems reasonable to walk along with him.

Naaga nods in his direction. “We’ve been well. You will have to be more specific.”

“Yeah, all of our friends are pretty cute.” Balance skips out in front of the group and walks backwards facing them, relying on his sensors to keep him from tripping. “You gotta say which one you mean.”

Noël looks amused. “Fair enough. The very tall one, with the red coat and the dramatic attitude.”

“Tsurugi! He’s doing ok, I’ll tell him you asked about him.”

“Please do.” Noël looks past Balance’s shoulder. “Ah, good, I think this is the storeroom we were looking for, we’ll bid you adieu here.”

Balance glances at the door, but Naaga beats him to saying, “This is also the storeroom we’re looking for.”

“Ah,” Tooma mutters. “That’s reassuring.”

“Isn’t it?” Balance flashes him a thumbs-up, which will either make him feel extra reassured or weirded out, and either option works under the circumstances. “Let’s go in together! Like a team! Good times.”

They open the door and crowd through it all together.

The storeroom is entirely bare of anything interesting to steal, let alone Lucky’s whatsit or the Lupin things. Not that it’s a boring room, though, because there are already people in it, and it only takes a second for Balance to take in two of them and say, “Hey, baby, isn’t that Stinger’s pirate buddy and his girlfriend? The scary girlfriend, not the princess one.”

Naaga nods, as on Balance’s other said Kairi visibly brightens up and says, “Hey, Marvelous, what are you doing he--you again.”

Because Stinger’s pirate buddy and his scary girlfriend are having sort of a staring contest with a third human, who’s got bleached hair and a white jacket and a big blue gun. He glances at Kairi and says, “Oh good, it’s the brat. I hope you brought--there you are, Nicky, nice to see you.”

And Noël says, pleasantly, “Bonjour, Dion, fancy meeting you here.”

“This has gotten overly complicated,” Naaga and Tooma say simultaneously, to Balance’s delighted cry of, “Jinx! So who’s this guy?”

“Daiki! Hi!” Umika bumps Naaga with her shoulder. “Naaga, Balance, this is Kaitou Daiki, he’s also a thief, he’s sort of Noël’s ex? And he’s a, a something, a Kamen Rider! That’s it!”

“No shit?” Balance flickers his eyes, just for dramatic effect. “We met a couple of those once. Nice guys. One of them had a suit with hair on it, fun look.”

Daiki nods to them, still watching Captain Marvelous out of the corner of his eye. “There are a few of us around. Anyway, evening, Nicky, Nicky’s friends, I’m assuming these two are also Sentai?”

Naaga nods shortly. “We are Kyuurangers.”

“Yeah, I thought so, you guys have that look.” Daiki glances around. “So, anyone happen to know why we’re all here? I’m supposed to be able to find an interesting treasure here, a Dark Mirror, I was going to give it to Tsukasa as a present, but I’m really not seeing anything. Starting to think I might have been misled.”

Tooma huffs. “We may have all been misled, I don’t see a Lupin Collection piece here.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Balance scans the room. “Definitely nothing in here like the whatsit Lucky wanted us to get, the, uh, baby, help me out here.”

Naaga pats him on the shoulder. “The Heracles Cape.”

“That’s the one, yeah.”

“So we’ve all been tricked.” Daiki eyes Marvelous and Luka. “Marvelous, I hope you know that if you’re the reason I’m here, I’m going to punch you.”

Captain Marvelous shrugs. “I’m not exactly happy to see you either, Kaitou. No, I’m not why you’re here, I’m just along for the ride with Luka so she doesn’t get kidnapped by evil armor again.”

Luka huffs. “Shut up, Marvelous, that was one time. I was promised a ruby the size of my fist.”

Balance bounces on the ends of his feet, just to make his earrings swing a little and get everyone’s attention. “So who got us all here, then? That’s the big fun question of the moment.”

And a quiet voice says, “I’d be happy to answer that for you.”

Everyone jumps and turns towards the back corner of the room, where there’s yet another person waiting. She’s wearing a black dress and boots with lots of pink details and pink gloves, and her hair is bright pink too. Balance is pretty sure it’s a wig, but he’s not positive, he’s not great on hominid hair.

Luka squints at her and then turns to Marvelous. “The Go-Busters didn’t have a Pink.”

“I didn’t think they did--” Marvelous pulls out his cell phone changer thing, taps a button, and says, “Gai, did the Go-Busters have a Pink?”

There’s a faint crackle from the phone, and then a voice Balance vaguely recognizes says, “Not really? There was someone who called herself Pink Buster, but she was a civilian criminal. Basically a cosplayer." A pause. "Why? Who's dressing as Pink Buster?”

“We’ll get back to you on that. Thanks, Gai.” Marvelous hangs up the call, but doesn’t put the phone away. “Who the hell are you, and why are you dressing up as a fake Sentai?”

Naaga says, slowly, “We don’t appreciate being tricked.”

Kairi and Daiki say, much more succinctly, “What the fuck?” and then glare at each other.

Not-Actually-Pink-Buster nods. “That’s understandable. I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you all here. I require your assistance in a matter of some...” a dramatic pause, which Balance appreciates, before, “delicacy.”

And--it clicks. Balance nearly shoots off the ground in delight, and then throws up his hands in a wide enough gesture that it gets everyone looking at him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You called a bunch of thieves together--”

“I’m not a thief,” Marvelous says, sounding irritated. “Luka’s a thief. I’m a pirate.”

Tooma looks unimpressed. “The difference being?”

“Thieves sneak and snatch. Pirates smash and grab. Totally different approach.”

Daiki rolls his eyes.

Balance senses that he’s rapidly losing control of the moment, so as soon as he can he barrels on ahead. “You called a bunch of thieves and pirates together under mysterious circumstances in a weird place and you’re showing up wearing a disguise. And saying things like, ‘I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you all here.’“

“She said exactly that.”

“I know, baby, I’m being dramatic.”

“Ah. Carry on, please, I enjoy your dramatics.”

“Thanks, love you too, anyway! Did you pull us all here for a job? Is it a heist? Are you trying to get us to team up to do a heist?”

Pink Lady opens her mouth--

--but Balance is now fizzing with so much energy that his earrings are jangling. “Because I am here for it, pink lady, I’ve always wanted to do a heist! Are we robbing a bank? Wait, no, not sexy enough, please tell me it’s a casino.”

Everyone’s staring at him. It feels fantastic. Pink Lady gapes at him and then says, slowly, “It’s. Ah. A museum, actually.”

He punches the air. “Hot damn! Lady, I could kiss you. I mean, I’m not gonna, I don’t have lips and I’m pretty big on monogamy, but if it wasn’t for that then I could. A heist!"

Naaga nods and says, "I am also enthusiastic to participate."

He even sounds enthusiastic. Balance isn't sure he's ever felt so loved. "The BN Thieves are gonna do a heist!”

He and Naaga do the pose. Umika, Noël, and Daiki all clap politely. It’s amazing. It’s the best day of his life.

Kairi also looks pretty thrilled, but then he gestures to Daiki and says, “A heist sounds great, but I’m not working with that guy.”

Daiki sighs. “I’m not thrilled about the idea of working with you either, brat. Flattered to be asked, though,” to Pink Lady.`

“Oh, come on, guys, a heist! A museum heist! It doesn’t get any cooler than this!”

Tooma’s raising his eyebrows high enough that they’re actually visible over his mask. “You’re very excited about this.”

“Balance has wanted to participate in a heist since he was fifty years old.” Naaga looks pleased.

He’s so cute. Balance is going to die of joy. “I’m gonna marry that reptile,” he says to Umika, who pats him on the shoulder as Naaga turns bright blue. “Anyway, come on, you guys can put aside your weird human differences for the crime of the millennium, can’t you?”

#naaga rei #kyuuranger balance #yano kairi #hayami umika #yoimachi tooma #takao noel #kaitou daiki #captain marvelous #luka millfy #fanfiction #anonamouse

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simsadventures · 4 years

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Joke’s on You

Summary: You’re still a little pissed at Steve for never pestering Bucky and Sam for their pranks and always joining them. You plot your sweet revenge.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, pranks, fluff

Pairing: Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader, Alpha Steve x Omega Reader (platonic, friendship)

Word Count: 1798

A/N: This is a sequel to Little Children, and it has been requested by my sweet @voltage-my2dlove. Hope you all will enjoy this little piece.

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It’s been almost two weeks ever since the boys pulled their last prank on you. They’ve been terrorising the rest of the team ever since, but never you again. And while you were extremely thankful for that, because you didn’t know what you’d do if they try and get you once again, so soon after they almost cause you a heart attack. No, scratch that. You knew exactly what you’d do, and it involved their dicks and your knife. And no, you didn’t mean some sexy knife play.

What you didn’t understand was how they could switch from being the Avengers, the mighty heroes of the Earth, it’s defenders who wouldn’t be caught smiling on a mission, to these bunch of shits they were in the compound. You loved seeing them happy, that wasn’t the problem, but sometimes they seemed to forget that not every prank is funny for both sides. Like last time, for example. For some reason (and you still couldn’t figure out why) Steve dared Peter to start an open fire by the pool, on the roof of the compound. What Steve didn’t predict, was that there weren’t any fire extinguishers, and if it wasn’t for Natasha and her quick reflexes, the damaged might have been much more extensive than one fake plant and Clint’s brand new towel.

You pestered Steve for this little “prank” so much, he actually had to go around the compound and personally apologise to everyone involved. It was a punishment of sorts, for you big bad Alpha. Admitting his mistakes and owning up to them wasn’t one of his most considerable talents.

After what happened to your necklace, Steve would try and win you over again. It was not that you were pissed, or that you didn’t want to talk to him, it was more of a punishment for him as well. Because if there was one thing that Steve hated, it was to not be liked by everyone around him.

It was at that very moment that you had a marvellous idea. You knew exactly how to get Steve back for all the times he either encouraged the boys to do something or he did some pranks himself. It was a little cruel, even you had to admit it, but their jokes were all getting a little too much, and you just wanted them to stop.

But you knew you couldn’t pull it off all by yourself. You needed the whole compound to be on in your prank and give to Steve good. You prepared a game plan in your head, getting yourself ready, and when you thought it was all, you asked the AI to let everyone except Steve know that you wanted to speak with them, urgently and very privately.

You knew people would be more than confused why you called them in the middle of free Saturday to your room, but they would find out soon enough.

The first one to come in was Bucky and Sam. They have been training outside, trying to stay in shape, so they were both sweaty and exhausted. Your eyes roamed Bucky’s body, seeing all the places where his clothes were stuck to his body thanks to the sweat, and you let yourself admire your Alpha’s posture for a bit. He really was a sight for a sore eye.

“You called us here for a reason, Y/N, or just to see your precious Bucky? ‘Cause if so, I could really use the spare time to have a hot, hot shower,” Sam said with a smirk. You scoffed, and if he stood closer, you would’ve slapped his shoulder. Idiot.

Bucky has his eyebrows raised, waiting for you to tell them what you wanted because he was damn sure that if it was just to satisfy your needs, you wouldn’t have called Sam as well. And if you did… Well, you needed to have a conversation it seemed. But before he could overthink, even more, Clint and Natasha came in, with the rest of the team close behind.

“What’s up, Y/N? Why are we all here? Missed us already, or what?” Tony hollered as he sat on your vanity.

“Sure, missed you very much, Tony, but that’s beside the point. As you can see, not everyone’s here.”

It was only then that people realised that Captain America himself was missing.

“Right, so, we all know that Steve is mister prankster here, for some goddamn reason. And it’s getting old and tiring. So, I thought we could pull a prank on him, and maybe he’ll realise that not everyone thinks pranks are funny and that maybe, just maybe, not all of us want to be involved in his shenanigans. What do you think?”

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Sam and Bucky smirking at each other, obviously excited that they could do something to Steve. Peter was also all in front, he excited nodding. The rest of the team took a little longer, but after a few minutes, everyone was in.

“And do you have something specific on your mind, Y/N?” Clint asked, still not 100% sure he wanted to participate only for Steve to get him back again. He still missed his perfect purple towel.

“I do, actually. You know how Steve wants to be the most likeable person? Like, how he hates if someone’s pissed at him? Well, I think the best way to prank him is if we all stop talking to him for the rest of the weekend. He’s gonna go completely nuts!”

You could see the devilish smirks appearing on faces that were previously little undecided. They all thought it would take some trying, something they would actually have to do, but it was more about what they didn’t have to do. It would hurt Steve’s ego a bit, but nothing else. Neither you nor anyone else on the team wanted to hurt Steve, it was just a little something that would (at least you hoped) make him realise a few things.

“Ok, and the end of this pranks is when? Tomorrow night, then?” Peter asked, still smiling.

“I would say we all gather around 8 PM in the common room, bring Steve in and explain things to him.”

Everyone nodded, and after a few more friendly exchanges, everyone was on their ways. And as for you, you couldn’t wait to meet Steve.

And you met him not even an hour later. You were walking down the corridor to the kitchen, afternoon snacks calling for you when you saw him walking towards you. He gave you a smile, but you stared right ahead, completely ignoring his presence. He called your name, but still, you didn’t turn, didn’t even acknowledge you knew he was there.

Steve shook his head and began walking again, thinking that you were still pissed at him for both the necklace and the little stunt he made Peter do a few days ago. He didn’t think much of it.

It was only after he met Natasha, Bucky, Peter, and then Tony, respectively, and none of them even smiled at him, didn’t answer his questions, nothing. They all acted as if he didn’t exist. As if he became invisible during the lunch-break or something.

Steve went to sleep that night, thinking about he’s done wrong in the past few hours that people would be so pissed about that they didn’t speak with him. But he couldn’t think of anything.

The next day, the exact thing happened. Steve bumped into you and Bucky when you were walking outside the compound, going on a supply run, because the stack of sweets and chips were running thin.

“Hey, guys, want me to tag along to help you?”

Nothing

Damn, Steve thought. Not even Bucky was answering his damn questions, and that spoke volumes. Even after Steve pissed, his best friend’s Omega was Bucky ignoring him. Sure, he yelled and cursed at him, but that was about it.

Steve was slowly losing his mind. All he wanted was someone to talk to, or at least someone to smile at him. But help was obviously not coming and Steve was in despair.

It was only around 8 PM when FRIDAY told him the team was waiting on him in the common room, that a glimpse of hope simmered in his eyes. He sprinted towards the room, and sure enough, when he got there, the rest of his friends were there.

You were in the forefront, your hands casually in your pockets.

“What’s going on? Have you decided to have mercy on me and finally speak with me?” Steve asked desperately.

“It was really uncomfortable, wasn’t it, Stevie? When people were doing something, you didn’t want them to. Seems familiar?”

Steve thought for a second, and when he looked at everyone in the room, they had their eyebrows cocked and smirks playing on their lips.

“You pranked me, Y/N? You made everyone not talk to me, on purpose? I thought I did something, you little-“

Steve made a step towards you, and while you were calm and collected, knowing that Steve, despite being an Alpha would never hurt you, Bucky and his protective nature obviously weren’t convinced. Bucky stepped next to you, his arm finding its way around your waist to keep you close to him.

Steve stopped in his tracks, realising that if he made one more step, Bucky would be in front of you, protecting what was his.

“It’s not a nice feeling, is it, Stevie? Imagine the rest of us, being dragged into something we don’t want to have any part in, almost all the time. You’re like a dad of this group, and I always thought you were the responsible one. You wanna pull pranks? Cool, but do it with the three idiots that actually want to act like 5-year-olds. Or at least give us all a little break. You’ve been doing this for how long, 2 years now? And we’re all kinda tired,” you smiled at him and patted his shoulder.

Steve looked around and smiled, as well.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you all were feeling this way about it all. I just felt like we were growing apart, and I wanted to push us together.”

You kissed Bucky’s cheek, letting your still alert Alpha know that you were alright and that he could let you go before you walked to Steve and hugged him.

“We’re family, Steve. No-one’s going anywhere, but we all need some space and time for ourselves. When you find your Omega, you’ll understand what most of us are about,” you smirked at him, and he gave you a snorted laugh.

“So, we’re all good? I’m not in probation anymore?”

“We’re all good, Steve, but no more jokes, please.”

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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Avast, me hearty crazy bitch!

Ok, so what are your most fucked up thoughts on these for Captain Blowhole?

How much of an exhibitionist is he? Does he want his buddies to see you raise the main mast?

How much of a badass is he? Like, how does he defend his ladies (dubious) honor lol? Tell me about a pirate brawl!

And after, I’m sure he’ll make you doctor him up before he swabs then deck with you.

I hate myself so much right now.

Captain Jack has a good pick up line for you 🤣

@safarigirlsp CUMMIN’ BACK WITH HER BULLSHIT THAT I FUCKIN’ LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL!

Is Captain SS Blowhole an exhibitionist?

Well, he has to assert his dominance somehow, and these lowly deck rats need to know your his prize and his only. Of course, he would show off his lil’ treasure to the whole crew, making sure you’re dressed like an absolute queen (also a whore) parading you around like he’s found Davey Jones’ Locker itself.

And when one of the crewmen gets a lil’ fishy with you, grabbing your ass when it’s not welcome, he’ll punish them in the most fitting way he possibly can. Making you whimper on his cock feeds his soul. He loves it when you cry out his name like a pirate song, making your voice raise higher and higher as he gets into your nooks and crannies, exploring your shores like he hasn’t a million times before. Only this time, he has an audience to impress. Your bent over the top deck, the wheel at your side, skirt raised up over your ass. He marvels at your submissive behavior, “little whore,” slapping the skin as hard as he possibly can with the crew watching in wait, taking in your facial expressions.

“You’re soaking wet,” running his finger along your slit, gathering the sweet nectar and sucking the spend off his digit, “you like being my little pet, huh?”

Slapping your other cheek, leaving perfect handprints on the skin, “you like putting on a lil’ show for my whole crew don’t you skank?” smirking as he glanced over at the wide-eyed men, gazing as you moaned from his words.

“Fuckin’ answer me!” slapping your pussy as hard as he possibly could, making your cry out his name, “that’s fuckin’ right, Y/N! Tell them who you belong to!”

He lines his cock with your entrance, pushing in as you wail his name into the wind once again. He grips your hips in earnest and bottoms out his main mast until it knocks on your cervix, “you’re so fuckin’ tight for me, slut. No matter how much I fuck this rancid pussy, it’s always chokin’ my kraken to death!”

Pummeling your shores the best he possibly can, as the whole crew raise their collective masts at your whining and moaning on their captain’s cock.

“You gonna be a good lil’ skank and cum on your captain’s cock?” he pants, shoving a finger into your engorged clit, “fuckin’ answer me, whore!” spitting on the back of your head as he rubs tight circles around the sensitive bud.

“G-god yes! Flip yes!” you arch into his gyrations, your orgasm spilling out of you like the ghost of Blackbeard had escaped your body.

“G-good girl!” he grunted, pumping into your soaking cunt a few more times before releasing his swimmers into your City of Atlantis.

From then on, the crew didn’t budge when advancing on you, although they did pleasure themselves to the scene from time to time in the comfort of their bunks at night.

How much of a badass is Captain Blowhole you say?

I’ll set the fuckin’ scene...

We’re on the hunt for the heart of Davey Jones, because, control of the high seas like who doesn’t want that shit?

Anyways, the ship gets sideswiped by the British Royal Navy, taking us captive so they can get Flip to talk about what he knows about the treasure.

“Where’s Y/N?” he snarls, forced to sit in a chair in the commander’s office, plotting his escape plan as the wigged asshole questions his motives.

“She’s safe,” he sneers, “now tell us what you know about the heart.”

Flip sits up, looking out the window into the abyss, “I ain’t tellin’ you shit,” he spits in the direction of the commander's feet, to which the bastard slaps him over his chiseled face.

“You ought to have better manners than that, Captain,” he taunts, rubbing his knuckles adorned with brass, “I don’t want to have to kill you.”

“Try me, asshole,” Flip spits again, this time mixed with blood.

The splatter lands on the crisp white uniform, and his cheek, to which he wipes the remainder off on Flip’s coat, “oh what a pity,” he stares down, preparing to lunge back on Flip again, “I really thought we could get along Mr. Zimmerman,” landing a blood-curdling punch on his right cheek, no doubt dislocating his jaw in the process, more blood oozing out as his head hung lazily from the blow.

“Are you going to cooperate now, Captain?” he lifts his head to meet his gaze.

Just then, the restrained Flip breaks from the ropes, dagger in hand, pushing the commander's tiny figure onto the edge of his desk, “I don't know, commander,” he whispered menacingly, “am I going to cooperate?” plunging the dagger into his chest, watching his eyes dilate from the shock of the metal piercing his rapidly beating heart.

Flip stood there, watching as the leader crumbled in death, only pulling the knife when he knew he’d passed to make his way out of the quarters. His mission... find you and take you back to his ship.

As he exited, he was met by a group of British soldiers, pointing their weapons at him.

“Ya wanna dance, ladies?” he smirked holding his blood-soaked dagger with one hand and removing his gun from his back with the other.

“Let’s fuckin’ dance!” he advanced on the group, a clash of swords and gun powder clouding the brawl. Flip slashing through them all as if they were butter, leaving no man untainted by his rage. The sounds of skull-cracking and blood gushing from the hallways as he trudged his way through the wall of enemies.

He emerged from the wreckage once the last man had fallen at his feet, soaked in blood, pocketing his gun and gripping his knife in case of other intruders.

He made his way down to the dungeon, hearing your cries for him in the cell they’d locked you in.

“Flip!” you screamed as he came into focus, “Oh my god! You’re alive!” crying as you grasped his face as he put his hand through tp bars to meet yours as well.

“Oh, my sweet siren!” he cried, petting your cheeks, “let’s go back to the Roger,” looking around for something to break the lock.

As he turned to look for a device, another soldier came bounding from the shadows, sword in hand as he sliced into Flip’s shoulder.

“Motherfuck!” he cried out, hauling his dagger into the man’s side, making him bleed out on the prison floor.

“Holy shit, sailor!” you cried reaching for your captain, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sugar,” he smiled, reaching for the key and unlocking the door to grip you in his strong arms, “let’s get the fuck out of here!”

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(later on the Jolly Roger)

“Fuck, Y/N!” he winced as you tended to his many scratches and wounds on his shoulders and face.

“You need to sit still, sailor,” you gave him the stink eye as he shied away from you for the millionth time since you’d begun, “them getting infected won’t do you much good.”

“I know, I know,’ he conceded, trying to take all the aftercare he could with the best attitude.

“Besides,” you smirked, placing a wrapping around the biggest wound on his deltoid, “how’s my captain gonna bed me well if he’s all cut up and bleeding?”

He smirked, bringing his hand to meet your cheek as it glowed in the candlelight, “oh my lil’ siren, this captain is never tired or bloodied enough for you,” bringing your face into a searing kiss in the closeness of your shared quarters.

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WHAT THE FUCK JUST EVEN HAPPENED.... I NEED A CIGARETTE NOW. 🚬🚬🚬

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

#fuckin what is happening #all of the puns tonight #i can’t even #pirate flip has my heart #i love him so much #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x female reader #flip zimmerman one shot #flip zimmerman thoughts #flip zimmerman blurb #pirate!flip #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you

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starryknight09 · 3 years

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Concrete Wall 1, Peter Parker 0 - Part 2

Febuwhump Day 12: "please come back”

Read on AO3.

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He floated in the ether of nothingness. Noises slipped through, but they went in one ear and out the other, their meaning dissolving away like candy floss.

“Why isn’t he waking up? It’s been three days.”

“It’s a miracle he’s even alive. Anyone without his enhancement would be dead.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means we’re in uncharted territory.”

“But he’s going to be ok?”

“I don’t know.”

“When will you know?”

“Only time will tell.”

“I think his finger moved.”

“Probably just a reflex.”

“Or maybe he’s waking up.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

“How much longer do you want to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

“He might never be coming back Tones. Cho didn’t see any activity on the tests yesterday.”

“Shut up.”

“I know you don’t want to hear it but—"

“Get out.”

“It’s been three weeks. We need to start talking about our options.”

“No. He’s going to wake up.”

“Or he might not. Tony, we need to be realistic. It’s not looking promising at this point.”

“You said we needed to give him time.”

“Yes, but if he was going to get better, we should’ve started seeing some progress by now.”

“Or not. You said yourself this is uncharted territory.”

“I did. But we might have to face the fact that this injury is too much for even Peter to come back from.”

“No. He’ll come back. Trust me. He just needs a little more time. Can’t we just give him a little more time?”

“…Ok.”

“I’m not giving up on you Underoos. I know you’re in there. But now it’s time to come back. Pepper and Morgan miss you. I miss you.”

“Come back to me kid.”

“Please come back.”

“Please.”

He had no sense of time. He just existed. There was nothing.

And then there was something.

“’Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real.'” A voice said. Voice… What was a voice? People had voices. A voice meant someone was speaking.

“’Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit. 'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'” The voice continued on. It soothed him, but he didn’t know why. He tried to focus on it, but as soon he tried, he became aware of pain…somewhere. His…head. He remembered he had a head. Everyone did. And his hurt.

“I like this part Daddy.” A different voice said and he felt something in his chest warm. Why?

“Me too pumpkin.” The voice from before answered before going back to talking in a different tone. “’Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'”

The voice was doing something. He should know this. Trying to remember hurt his head, but he didn’t stop. He needed to figure it out. It came to him in the next second. Reading. The voice was reading. Reading meant books. And he loved books.

“'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.’”

And the lines of this book were familiar. What was it? It was… It was… Oh right. The Velveteen Rabbit. One of his favorite books as a child. He’d read it to Morgan the week after he’d returned from the snap. And he’d cried because May used to read it to him and it’d made him miss her. And now it was one of Morgan’s favorite books. Morgan. The image of her flashed in his mind. Chestnut hair and warm brown eyes coupled with a mischievous smile. She was his sister. Because Tony had adopted him after the snap when he’d found out May was gone. Tony. The voice was Tony’s.

“’Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.’” Tony read.

As the memories came back, so did an increased awareness. He felt like a newborn trying to make sense of the world around him. To keep from getting overwhelmed, he tried to focus on one thing at a time. He could sense the fluorescent lighting behind his closed eyelids and the air had a characteristic antiseptic smell. The medbay. That made sense. Something had definitely happened to him, but he couldn’t remember what.

“’But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.’”

He cataloged his body from head to toe. His limbs felt heavy and weighted down but they were all there. He wiggled his toes. Next, his fingers. He could feel the stiff cotton sheets underneath them.

“Daddy!”

“I know, that’s a good line.” Tony said, clearly amused.

“No Daddy, he moved! Peter moved. His fingers moved.”

“Sometimes that happens sweetheart. It’s from a reflex. Sort of like when you hit your knee and your leg jerks.”

Peter could sense Morgan’s skepticism even with his eyes closed. He licked his lips.

“Look! His tongue moved. That’s not a reflex, is it Daddy?”

“What?” Tony sounded shaken.

Peter frowned.

The next second he heard a thud.

“Daddy you dropped me.”

“Peter?!” Peter could feel Tony’s hand grip his shoulder and squeeze. “Buddy, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?”

His eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, but he managed to pry them open with a herculean effort to meet Tony’s shocked expression.

“Oh my god.” Tony whispered. “Peter. Are you… Can you talk?”

“Daddy I want to see Peter.” Morgan whined from behind him.

“Just a second honey. Daddy needs to talk to him first. Pete?”

Peter swallowed but his mouth felt like a desert.

“Wha—” He tried but the words got caught in his throat and he coughed weakly.

“Here. Take it slow.” Tony guided a straw into his mouth and he took a few gulps of water to moisten his throat.

Tony took the glass away once he’d finished and Peter tried to remember how to move his mouth the right way to form words. He cleared his throat before trying again, “What happened?” The words came out barely above a whisper.

Tony let out a laugh of delighted disbelief, a wide grin breaking out across his face as he bent forward to kiss his forehead before gathering him in a gentle hug. “You’re ok.” Tony said in elation, breathing deeply into his hair. It unnerved Peter to see him so rattled.

When Tony finally let go and settled on the edge of the bed, Peter could see unshed tears in his eyes.

“I’m ok.” He whispered, not liking to see Tony so upset. “But…what happened?”

“Jesus kiddo. I don’t even know where to start…” Tony rubbed his eyes, acting like it was because he was exasperated and not because he was trying to hide the moisture collecting there.

“I do.” Morgan chimed in, finally pushing past Tony. “You hit your head really really hard.”

“Careful honey.” Tony warned as Morgan climbed up on his bed.

“It’s all right.” He said. The jostling made his head pound, but it was tolerable and worth it when Morgan flopped forward to hug him. He hugged her right back, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Hey little miss, I’m ok.”

“I missed you.” She sighed into his neck.

He frowned. “How long was I out for?”

“A long time.” Morgan answered, which wasn’t a very specific answer. He glanced up at Tony, unsure how to read the expression on his face.

When Tony didn’t answer, Peter asked again with an insistent edge to his voice, “How long?”

“It’s been almost two months.” Tony said quickly, glancing away like the answer hurt.

“What?” The word erupted from his mouth in shock. Two months? How was that possible?

Tony ran a hand through his hair before settling it on Peter’s shoulder. “Do you remember the mission we were on?”

He closed his eyes and tried to, but nothing came to him but a worsening headache. “No.”

“We were off world helping Captain Marvel and you got on the wrong side of one of the Kree.”

None of that rang any bells. At all. In fact… “What’s a Kree?”

Tony shook his head. “That’s not important right now. Anyway, we were on a mission and you got a bad knock on the noggin so we had to rush you back here. You were—” Tony glanced at Morgan and cut himself off, likely realizing he needed to censor the gory details. “Uh, there was some bleeding in your head so Cho had to do surgery, but even afterward there was so much swelling that… Well, we didn’t know if you’d ever wake up.”

“But I did.” He stated and didn’t know why it came out with a hint of uncertainty.

“Obviously.” Tony tried to smirk, but it fell flat. “And you’re feeling ok, right?”

“Yeah. Um, my head kind of hurts but…” Peter reached up to feel his head and let out a little gasp when he felt the short buzz cut of his hair. “My hair.”

“It’ll grow back.” Tony said, finally managing a genuine smile as he reached out and rubbed the short stubble over his scalp.

“Yeah Petey, don’t worry it’ll grow back, and it doesn’t look so bad.” Morgan tried to reassure him as she held him a little tighter. “I’m just glad you’re awake.”

“Me too.” He mumbled into her hair. He still wanted to know all the details of what had happened, but he could ask Tony later. He knew the man wouldn’t want to go into the nitty gritty of it in front of Morgan anyway, so for now he just tried to relax, and enjoy the fact that he’d apparently cheated death again as he soaked up all the love being offered by Tony and Morgan.

#febuwhump2021 #febuwhump #irondad

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “The Wrath of Conn.”

Lol, I couldn’t resist. Anyway this is for the multitude of you Conn groupies who wanted a little something form his perspective. Well cue a couple pages of him sort of being an asshole. But also it is totally plot relevant so there is that.

Hope you all enjoy. This was actually kind of difficult to write, and I had to re-write it at least once :)

The ship was a strange place now, months had gone by without his presence, and without his connection to their thoughts, and in that time, things had changed. Conn wasn’t entirely sure he appreciated it, but only because that meant he had to re-gather all the information he had originally collected on his human crew members to begin with.

It had been a difficult few months, the most difficult the ship had ever experienced. Conn wasn’t exactly displeased at that fact considering that it was the collective fear and horror from the Cannibal incident that had finally broken him out of his Coma, but he was also displeased to find that things had changed somewhat. Conn didn’t lie change, especially the change that he saw within the Commander. The only person aboard the ship that he could actually communicate with mind to mind.

Well actually scratch that, there were a few others he could speak with, but currently the weighed about fifteen pounds and had language ability so rudimentary it was like trying to talk with the dog.

Regardless, the last few months had absolutely ruined what tentative trust the two of them had garnered.

After returning to the ship, and after putting the Commander into a sort of psychological coma to deal with shock, a HAZMAT team from earth had been called to deal with the issue. Ensuing autopsies had proven that the crew had, in fact, been eating each other despite their being plenty of food left in storage. The remaining survivor, who the commander had been forced to kill in self defense was one Captain Everett Malaney Ex UNSC officer and current freelance ship contractor for both tourist and colonist divisions. By all right he had been an upstanding decision.

His autopsy had shown that advanced scurvy including kidney failure was the main reason for his monstrous appearance, bruised skin, thinning hair, infected gums and so on. As for the behavior of the crew, it could only be put down to some sort of exaggerated mass hysteria when people realized they would likely die alone in space billions of miles from home in the blackness of space.

Commander Vir had been….. Ok at that point, but the subsequent venture into a border-world prison had shattered his already cracked composure.

Conn was the only one who had been able to experience the fall from the man’s own perspective. Watching inside his head as he careened into a psychological spiral that had eventually brought them to the earth for treatment.

Generally conn would have said that he totally didn’t care about anyone’s mental status, and he still would say the same upon being prompted, but this was something that needed to be taken care of and it needed to be done quickly. It wasn’t his fault he was the only one who would truly be able to handle it.

So there he floated in the darkness of early morning, down the hall and towards the mess hall, a ghost town in the early morning devoid of both the sleeping crew-members and the skeleton crew who were off working at their perspective jobs.

He could sense five minds on approach to the room. Three rudimentary and childish minds, and one completely alien guided primarily by smell and hearing. She was the one to sense his first, with that powerful nose of hers. She didn’t like his smell, it was a burning and caustic thing that made her uneasy, and generally caused her to sneeze.

The next to notice were the spiderlings underdeveloped noses that were already almost as good as the dogs. They were strange creatures to be sure and Conn wasn’t sure how he thought about them.

Tendrils billowing at his back he floated into the room.

With a whine of agitation, the dog lifted her head from where she had been grooming one of the spiderlings cradled between her two forward paws. Her tongue was still out from where she had been dragging it down the monstrosity’s back. Finally recognizing that he wasn’t going to leave she went back to her grooming. The soft scritch scritch scritch sound of her tongue on fur echoing around the room. She hadn’t originally known how to feel about the spiderlings, but they did smell oddly like Adam, and they looked enough like puppies that she could almost ignore the fact that they had extra legs.

He floated a bit closer to where the commander was sitting alone at one of the tables pen in hand making soft scratching noises as it moved across the paper.

Clinging to his back, like some sort of grotesque backpack, was another one of those little monstrosities. This one’s name was Glados, and Conn was almost sure that she was entirely a creation of anger and hatred aggressively protective of the commander even more so now that they considered his current psychological state.

Conn was only halfway across the room when the scratching of the pen slowed.

Adam paused, and Conn listened as a chill went up the man's spine. He could feel something watching him. And Conn marveled at that fact not entirely sure how the human could know that he was here when he had made no noise. Glados turned her head and hissed at him, but Conn flicked at her with his mind making her shrink back with a whimper.

Setting down his pencil, Adam turned slowly in his seat.

His expression registered absolutely no shock upon seeing Conn floating towards him. On the surface, he looked older as if he had aged ten years in the past month. He was slightly disheveled too hair mussed over his head, skin pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Everything about him seemed washed out.

“Conn.” The man said, his voice echoing about the room. It was soft, flat, and uncharacteristic of him.

Conn paused glancing through the man’s mind to get a good look at the paper. His vision wasn’t so good in the dark confines of the ship. Generally his species spent much of its time in the direct light of stars, so much of his world was seen through other people’s heads. He saw the sketchy line drawing of a zombie head with hesitant crosshatched marks of shading.

:”Still haven't bothered to tell your therapist about that?” Conn projected into his mind.

He felt a sudden flash of anger in the man before it faded away dimmed as soon as it had come. That fact made Conn displeased.

He didn’t like the man without some sort of passion, and if he couldn't get happiness he would have settled for anger.

Not that he cared of course.

“No…. I haven’t.”

“Why not?”

“You should already know the answer to that.” The commander said turning back to his drawing, “Go on, I know you’ve already looked.”

Of course Conn had taken a look.

“Why do you insist on getting over this yourself when someone payers her a truckload of cash to help. It seems stupid and prideful.”

“Keep going.” The man prompted.

“Well consider now that I am here you no longer have privacy, so there is no reason to try and hide it anymore.”

There was a deep sigh, and the man tilted back his head. Inside Conn could hear his inner monologue urging his anger down. Conn couldn’t understand what kind of privacy invasion this was, in fact he should have seen this coming, but he still didn't want to explain himself to the strange creature and it’s freaky black eyes.

“Why do you want me to explain myself when you can just read my mind anyway. Why do you need to hear it from me.”

“I don’t need to hear anything, you need to hear it.”

The man paused setting down his pencil and turning again to look at Conn, one of his eyebrows was raised and the expression he had taken on was almost one of a disapproving father, which was a strange expression on a man that spends most of his time in the mental headspace of a 12 year old.

“Why do you care.”

Con kicked his feet a little causing himself to float upwards towards the ceiling, “ I don’t care accept for your constant inner pity party is putting me off my relaxation time. I did just wake up from a coma after all, and the last thing I want is to have to deal with your dysfunctional thoughts invading my snooping. You see it is very difficult to dig up juicy secrets on the rest of the crew when your ‘oh woe is me’ attitude keeps breaking into my concentration.”

Another little spark of anger, this time a little stronger.

yes , that was good, better to have to moving out and being destructive that way than moving in. However, the human locked down his troughs with an angry twist of his lips, “Will it get you out of my head.”

“Alright.”

“What do I need to do.”

“Nothing really. I am going to say something to you and you are going to respond, that’s it.”

The human hesitated his chin lowered a bit, but eventually he sat back arms crossed, “Ok seems easy enough.”

“Bitch”

The human frowned, “Hold on.”

“Bitch.”

“Hey,” Another flash of anger, “What the hell kind of statement is that.”

“Whiny pathetic bitch.”

The human stood, “Hold on, I said I would play your game, and then you just come at me with insults.” That little spark was growing inside his chest heating up nice and warm. Conn could almost feel it as if it was his own. He liked the sensation. Human emotions were so fun to feel, so fun to play with. They gave him physical sensations he was physically incapable of having.

“Whiny- pathetic - bitch.” he repeated

“You know what Conn screw you and the horse you rode in on because I have no idea where you are getting this.”

“Really. Someone once told me that actions speak louder than words and here you are moaning to your therapist about how hard your life is, and how hard it is to sleep and how hard everything is wa wa…. Wa.”

The human thrust a finger at him, “You shut your trash mouth. I am not going to be shamed for getting myself help. What I had to go through was rough, and I wasn’t ready for it. I could sit in the corner and cry about it, but here I am getting help holding myself together, so you can just shut up.”

“Doesn’t seem to be working.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean.”

Conn held out his hands to either side, “Look around Commander. Here you are sitting alone in the dark at three in the morning drawing pictures of cannibal zombies. I mean honestly you have gone and lost it. If you really wanted to get better you would probably tell her that you keep seeing him when you look in the mirror.”

“Fuck you Conn. I needed time, I STILL need time, and I will TAKE all of the TIME I NEED.”

If he could have cracked his knuckles he would have. This was fun, “No you can’t. You have a job to do, and by acting like this you are letting the entire crew down.

“Id let the crew down more if I took over not being ready.”

“Then why aren’t you ready?”

The human stepped forward right up in his face. The spark had lit into a flame fanned. The anger was billowing outwards, “I think I deserve to feel like shit for a little while. I watched a man die.”

“You mean the man you killed.” Conn went on smuggly

The human was even closer to him now, chest to chest, “I DID-NOT-KILL-HIM. I survived. That man may have deserved what he got and maybe he didn’t, but no one died and made me GOD so it's not my place to decide.”

“You didn’t help him though, did you.”

“No, I didn’t, but why was it MY job to help him. Me against an entire prison. The guards weren't going to stop them, they hated that guy just as much as the rest of us, and while we are on the subject. YES I wanted him dead, any normal person would. I’m not a saint, I’m not perfect and yes I have those sort of thoughts. In fact, I got what was coming to me; my punishment was the beating I got. Anyone who blames me for any of that can go right to hell.” The flame was roaring nice and warm now. It was anger, and it was making both of them feel light. Blood ran through their hands and into their heads.

It felt sort of nice to be mad.

“Oh please, if you really believed that, you wouldn't feel so guilty.”

The human snarled. The dogs and the spiderlings on the floor had retreated under a table, but Glados hissed along with him. “You think I feel guilty because of HIM, no. I feel guilty because I didn’t live up to my own standards. If I really am who I thought I was, I would have helped him no matter what, but I didn't and that's why I am frustrated. I am not the man I thought I was, and that PISSES ME OFF.”

Conn floated a little closer two dark eyes looking into one green one, “You know who you remind me of?”

“Oh please tell me more, I am DYING to know.”

Conn paused allowing the tension to build, “Mr. Everett.”

The room had gone very silent. Glados stopped growling, and her little ears went back, “Take…. That…. Back.” The human hissed in a horse whisper.

“Make… me.” Conn whispered back

He watched from the Commander’s peripheral vision as Glados crawled across the floor and under the table. He was getting into dangerous territory, but that was no matter. He would manage just fine, “Come on, just look at his career, mirrors your own now wouldn't it. I can just imagine it, the ship goes dark and poor little Adam Vir loses his mind and starts eating the crew.”

A vein was pulsing just above the man’s good eye, “I would not.”

“I wonder what the Drev taste like. I mean Sunny is small enough, you could probably catch her and chop her up into bite sized pieces if you really wanted to.”

‘I said SHUT UP.” “Why should I!”

The man lifted his hands as if he was going to choke Conn, but held back balling them into fists, “I would never do that, and I don’t give a damn what you say. I would keep my cool, and we would find a way out because that is what we always do.”

Conn shrugged intentionally and quite completely blowing him off as if it was nothing.

“You know it’s just sad. You trying to justify yourself.”

“What do you want from me Conn. Why are you her. Does messing with people get you off or something. Is this some kind of sadistic pleasure for you?”

There was silence in the room for a long moment.

Waffles whined below the table, and the spiderlings chirped nervously along with her.

“No Commander.” His voice lost it’s edge, he let it slip take on a more distant quality inside the man’s head.

“These thoughts aren’t mine…..” The human looked on in confusion, the flame in his chest pausing.

“They’re yours.” The flame was snuffed blown into smoke which rose into confusion on his face. He took a step back.

“What are you talking about?”

“None of those words were mine. I stole them all from your own head. All of the insults all of the illogical assumptions.” He grinned, “they made you mad, didn’t they because they didn’t make sense.”

The man just stood there mouth agape jaw working furiously though no sound came out

“You argued pretty heavily with me didn’t you. Thought I was being some sort of asshole….” Laughter, not that he could make the sound, but inside the man’s head he could sound like anything, “I’m not the asshole, Commander...you are. Calling yourself names, doubting yourself. Personally my opinion is that if you are allowed to do it, than I am. I mean if it’s inside your own head than you must believe it.”

“But I don’t.” the man whispered

“Than what do you believe commander?” He waited there, knowing the answer but watching as the human struggled to find it inside his own cluttered head. Parts of his subconscious doing its best to hide the truth, but then he snagged it. Just a tendril, but it was enough.

He sighed deflating, “I want to feel normal again, I want to get back to work. I wanted someone to be angry at me, someone to yell at me like I won't shatter. I want them to tell me that I am NOT doing as well as I could. I want people to expect MORE from me not less because less means that they believe in me less. Even if I can’t reach it, I want people to honestly believe that I can because maybe if someone believe it, it’s true.”

“You feel like people have been making excuses for you.”

He threw his hands in the air, “Exactly. They’ve been going so easy, they've been so nice, but that's not what I want… It’s not what I need. I know it sounds stupid, but I want someone to come in here and tell me to my face that I need to do better because they'd be right. All the doctors and all my friends they think they are being supportive, and they are, but that’s not what I need. I need expectations.”

Conn crossed his arms, “Fine, do better. Get off your ass and get back to work.”

He sighed, “it’s different coming from you.”

“Why?”

“Because You know exactly what I want, but you're probably don’t mean it. I don’t need platitudes Conn.”

More laughter. He liked the sound it was fun, and it was a great way to mock people, “Platitudes. Do you honestly think I care about your feelings enough to give you platitudes. I am being honest. I think you’re being a selfish asshole sitting here all alone in the dark coloring when you have a job to do. Do better.” The man was glaring at him again. That little spark in his chest had come back easier than it had before, Conn reveled in the feeling of his anger.

“What do you want Commander, right now what do you feel right now.”

“Probably the desire to strangle you.” Conn didn’t even bother flinching.

“You don’t really want that.”

He sighed in annoyance, “Fine, I don’t want that…. I….” Conn waved a hand trying to prompt him on. Conn could feel it, a sort of buildup of emotion inside the man. Physically it felt like a cap on a shaken up bottle filling his entire body up till just under his head, like he was trying to keep his face out of the water in order to avoid drowning.

“You now what, honestly I’M PISSED OFF. IT’S NOT FAIR DAMN IT. If I could just…..”

“Come on….” Conn coaxed.

“If I could just, clear it all out then maybe I’d feel better, but I have to act all civilized because of my rank. I have to be in control.

Conn waved a hand dismissively and motioned around the room, “Well go on, no one is stopping you.”

“Not on the ship.” The man hissed in return.

“It’s your ship isn’t it. Look around, Commander what is the worst you could do, break a couple of chairs bust the coffee machine , nothing you couldn’t pay for.”

“What if the crew sees.

“Screw them.” Conn said, “everyone will be better off if you get a little destructive now versus not doing it and being a lot more destructive later.”

THe man held his eyes for a very long moment, “It won’t be pretty.”

“I’m inside your head, I have seen plenty of things that aren't pretty.”

There was silence for a few seconds before.

“You should probably step back.”

This time Conn did as directed floating back and high watching as the man turned on the spot. His head was bowed, his hands curled into claws at his side. He watched from the sky as one dog and three spiderlings slunk across the room and hid under the salad bar.

He allowed himself to feel the buildup as the man’s hands began to shake uncontrollably, his breathing grew heavy, blood rushed into his face and neck, and then, the cap burst from the bottle….

WIth a scream of anger, almost inhuman the man lashed out with his prosthetic leg kicking the table. The power was enough to snap some of the bolts holding it in place and it hit the floor on it’s side with a crash. Chairs went flying along with creative curses Conn would have to save for later. Silverware crashed onto the ground. Lights hung from exposed wires. Metal screeched as it was dented. Paper was rent and scattered about the floor like confetti.

Minutes passed by followed a reign of destruction so impressive Conn admitted he actually underestimated what was going to happen.

The commander stood at the center of the room surrounded by carnage. His hands were bleeding. He tilted his head back towards the ceiling screamed again and fell to his knees breathing hard. There he went quiet and Conn could feel as the last bit drained from him, dripping onto the floor and dissipating away.

The red faded from his neck and face, and with an exhausted sigh he flopped onto his back one bloody hand resting on his stomach, the other resting on the floor as he stared at the ceiling. Conn floated over, adjusting the gravity field so he sunk to the floor, and lay down as well. Their heads were side by side, though their feet were going in opposite directions.

They lay like that for a minute.

After a few moments, There was a soft shuffling on the floor as waffles slunk from under the salad bar crouched close to the ground, her tail sweeping fast and slow to the ground her ears back.

She scooted closer to the commander, whimpering and yawning with agitation.

The commander patted her ears as he stared up at the ceiling, and she lay against him in the crook of his arm.

Noise down in the hallway, along with the sound of rushing feet and a group of humans charged onto the deck carrying an assorted array of weaponry. They paused in the doorway to the mess hall from two doorways looking both worried and confused spotting the commander lying amidst the carnage.

“Commander wha-”

The man held up a finger, “SHHH…. Shhhhh.”

The humans went quiet looking between each other with confused expressions. Dr. katie poked her head around the door frame and glanced around the room, then with tentative steps she walked quietly into the room and towards where the commander lay. She didn’t say anything but paused, then shrugged and slowly lowered herself to the ground, adjusting herself till she was flat on her back staring up at the ceiling. The other humans looked between each other in surprised confusion, but one of the marines shrugged walked forward and lay down on one of Conn’s other sides resting his hands atop his stomach in silent contemplation.

Following their baser social instincts, the other humans followed until, one by one, he was surrounded by an array of human bodies all staring up at the sky in deep contemplation. Conn reached out to them feeling their solidarity to their commander, and then connected the two together allowing the Commander to hear them for one brief moment.

There was silence and then, inside his head.

“Thank you, Conn.”

“don’t mention it.”

...

“Conn.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t EVER try that on anyone else.... ever again.”

“You have my word, Commander.”

Whatever..... its not like he cared.

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AVENGERS INFINITY WAR MEGATHREAD

-really doubt i'm gonna be able to finish this movie so we'll just see where i get to

- we already know how i feel about loki and thor, we don't need to revisit this

- ok but if i were going to revisit this, i mean come on, who wants to talk about "hela draws her power from asgard, same as you" cos i wanna talk about that

like what if that's the reason thor, god of thunder, king to a civilisation of warriors, was unable to fend off like, 4 dudes and a big purple dinosaur? the royal family of asgard draws its power from asgard, and without it, they are weak, they are mortal. maybe that's why heimdall is unable to just, you know, bifrost everybody off the fucking ship the minute it comes under attack. maybe that's why loki can't fucking conjure up a swarm of fucking microscopic knives to fillet the invaders from the inside out. MAYBE THAT'S WHY LOKI TRIES TO KILL THANOS WITH A FUCKING DAGGER. BECAUSE TAKE AWAY HIS POWER, TAKE AWAY HIS GODHOOD, WHAT DOES HE HAVE LEFT OTHER THAN HIS WILE, HIS TRICKS AND HIS BROTHER

WHAT IF IN SAVING THE UNIVERSE AND DESTROYING ASGARD, THEY'VE LOST EVERYTHING INCLUDING WHAT MAKES THEM GODS

somebody talk about this

- etc etc what if the reason loki is unable to attack the purple dinosaur with magic is because when he tackled thor earlier, he used whatever magic he had left to spare in order to heal him

checks out cos thor goes from flat on his face to swinging his fists in the space of like 30 seconds and the only thing to happen to him in between is said bit about loki tackling him

- why does heimdall save hulk? i mean, i could understand it if he were trying to aim the bifrost at thor and somebody somehow knocked off his aim and he accidentally saves hulk, but like, we've established that heimdall's loyalty is to the royal seat of asgard upon whom sits thor's mighty ass. thor who, in this scene, has just been incapacitated by a metal eggshell(?) and is at the mercy of their assailants. given heimdall's priorities, it is baffling to the point of inconceivability that he would preferentially save fucking HULK over his own king.

- if this next scene isn't the guardians of the galaxy coming across thor clutching loki's dead fucking body floating through space then i don't know why any of us are even here

- "he sent loki! the attack on new york was thanos!" makes no sense? like, if loki's scepter had the mind stone in it, which we established it did in the last movie when we broke it open to retrieve vision, then.....why didn't thanos just....take the mind stone in the first place? cos rock collecting is and has always been his goal?

what, do you think that just because you assert a thing makes us forget all the shit that happened before?

- i.....am actually with tony stark. why don't they just destroy the stones they have so that thanos can't get to them? oh, you made a promise? well promises change and circumstances change! you tell him tony! you tell that stupid fucker --

oh my god i'm gonna be ill

- i think the only person whose ego can match tony stark's is probably a neurosurgeon so 👍 i guess

-i love how we immediately went back to the "so dark can't see shit" aesthetic after ragnorak because ensuring that one's audience can SEE what is HAPPENING IN YOUR MOVIE is apparently for radical directors like taika waititi

- cannot believe that tony stark staring at captain america's phone number is being played with the same emotional intensity as thor losing his soulmate entire people

- honestly how many times is the mcu gonna invoke 9/11 imagery til someone calls them out for being terrorists

- lmao i know i said this before but peter's spidey senses tingling AFTER the giant alien anus has already started sucking up new york and it is right outside his window is fucking hilarious. that's just called using your eyeballs peter

- "friday notify first responders about the giant alien anus sucking up new york" lol like the first thing somebody did when the alien anus showed up wasn't to fucking call 911 GREAT IDEA TONY

- still can't believe that they let failed neurosurgeon dr strange do more magic than god of tricks and sorcery loki lol

- i know i rag on dr strange a lot about the fact that he's a neurosurgeon it's just that he sucks.

as a neurosurgeon eyy.

- i hate that peter parker has to be here!!!!! leave him alone!!!!!

- tony stark should not be allowed within 100 feet of children or minorities

- it is very weird to me that steve "brooklyn" rogers has an area code from georgia

- since when was hela a half-sister? ODIN'S DAUGHTER AND THOR'S BLOODED SIBLINGS OR BUST YOU FUCKING COWARDS

- i am very disappointed that thor is going to go get another weapon after we spent the whole last movie talking about how he is not the god of hammers

- i just need thor to have much more PTSD than he has right now. fucking hulk has ptsd. maybe they're saving the ptsd for later. one can only hope.

- i am glad that they are letting him be cleverer though

- THEY ARE LETTING VISION DATE A TEENAGER WHY

GOD. FUCKING GROSS.

- wait when did vision turn into a white man again? did i miss that movie?

- i am disappointed that vision the computer techno robot apparently has a penis. like what a stupid limitation to give your computer techno robot, gender. 🙄

- i think that the mass destruction of infrastructure and architecture in the MCU is because of the pg13 no blood limitation that disney has set? like there's no way to show destruction to the body, so one may only show the exponential destruction to one's surroundings. like imagine how much more dramatic intensity you could wring out of a regular fight scene would be if people were allowed to bleed?

- cannot believe that a computer techno robot and a witch are having a punch up with the bad guys. of all people to fight with something not their fists, it's these two

- wanda has no enhanced strength or durability? she's a regular teenager who's a bit witchy. the first time she got thrown through a glass door should have shattered her vertebrae. again i don't understand why we insist that everybody must have the same powers and capabilities when it's clear they don't. think about how much more interesting it would be if some avengers were more fragile than others and had to be given accommodations as such

- IT IS INCONCEIVABLE TO ME THAT FUCKING BLACK WIDOW (regular human), CAPTAIN AMERICA (enhanced human), AND FALCON (regular human with wings) CAN DEFEAT THE CHILDREN OF THANOS WHEN THOR COULDN'T UNLESS THOR (god of fucking thunder carved of steel and stone) WAS NERFED

- still don't understand how we'll lend aliens afro features but not afro hair, like, seriously? you're gonna dream up green aliens with gills who look like black people but imagining them with black hair is a step too far?

- the gap of commentary in this liveblog is simply because i do not care at all for the galaxy defenders

- "earth just lost her best defender" who? who does captain america consider earth's best defender? it's not thor; he doesn't know thor's presumed dead. it's not tony; he doesn't know tony's on an alien anus. who else has died so far?

- love how exhausted bucky looks. have always loved how exhausted bucky looks. love bucky.

- i forgot that tony was with peter parker. god i hate that.

- "i'm peter btw"

"dr strange"

"oh you're using the made up names then. i'm spider man"

ok that was cute, but peter's cute, we knew that already

- i want to fling both strange and stark into space and i'm having a hard time deciding which one to push first

- "you went to bed hungry, scraping for scraps" oohhhh thanos is just anti-poor people, he would literally rather poor people be dead than struggle, i get it nowww

this is on brand for mcu

- oh my god thanos gets 2/6 stones by torturing siblings in front of other siblings, seriously? you couldn't come up with 6 different ways to find his stupid rocks you had to reuse one twice?

- which one of thor's friends was stabbed through the heart....? fandral??

- "if i don't get my vengeance what more could i lose" more like what else is there eh? what else is there for a king of no people but their vengeance?

- CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GAVE HIM BACK AN EYEBALL JESUS CHRIST IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THOR RAGNORAK JUST SAY SO YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO FUCKING

VEHICLE FOR AUTHORITARIANISM, NOTHING IS ALLOWED TO CHANGE, FUCK YOUR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I GOT MINE

FUCK

- i do enjoy that thor is now science fiction rather than fantasy, i don't think anybody knew what to do with fantasy cos fantasy is again, ultimately about conservatism and the status quo. so i do like that we're embracing the new and boundless for whatever that's worth.

- marvel is a cesspool of toxic masculinity. at no point are characters allowed to actually feel anything because weakness is uncool i guess and therefore unmanful. like thor lost ALL OF HIS PEOPLE. fucking ALL of them. he watched his brother die in order to save him. he is not allowed a single fucking response of mourning. i don't care if he's pushing it back because revenge or whatever, this is the sort of grief that rules you, which will bring all your load bearing structures down to heel, and they let him do nothing; he does not even rage. perfect control. smooth witticisms. why. why aren't we allowed to see his sadness?

- yo i can't believe red skull is a scifi villain now lol space nazis for real

- OH MY GOD THEY WASHED BUCKY'S WIG AND IT LOOKS SO BAD

- michael b jordan was right btw wakanda is complicit in africa's exploitation

- i do LIKE black panther i guess in the way you technically like that cousin you met once when you were like 9 and never saw again?

i like how we have here in wakanda the sears tower (chicago), the batman building (nashville), and the gherkin (london)

- ok but like, presumably not a death cult super technologically advanced wakandans who are deffo made of human flesh and human blood still arm their people with spears

i mean unless wakanda is also a death cult

why is this chicks entire fucking face cgi'd she looks like a fucking cut scene video game character

- oh ok they have LASER spears, ok

so then why did they give bucky a fucking gun

- what is bucky supposed to be able to contribute here exactly, like fucking, again, he's spycraft isn't he? he's a one man, dead of night, operation go loud and then immediately silent kinda operation. why do they have him on the front lines of a fucking lock-step formation battle??

- "it will be the noblest ending in history" WHAT, FIRST COUNTRY TO EVER BE OVERUN BY ALIEN JACKALS??

- stormbreaker is just leviathan axe, somebody's said this already right

- omfg i'm so glad they're finally acknowledging that thor is OP as fuck and does not belong amongst the fucking squabbles of earth

-"titan was like most planets, too many mouths to feed not enough to go around, so i proposed a plan, dispassionate to rich and poor alike" JUST SAY YOU HATE POOR PEOPLE MCU. YOU CANNOT HAVE RICH AND POOR, YOU CANNOT HAVE DISPARITY, YOU CANNOT HAVE SOME WITH TOO MUCH AND OTHERS WITH NOT ENOUGH AND CALL IT EXTINCTION. THAT IS NOT A QUESTION OF OVERTAXED RESOURCES THAT IS A QUESTION OF RESOURCE FUCKING MANAGEMENT. IT IS AN ARTIFICIAL CRISIS IF THERE EXISTS ENOUGH TO GO AROUND BUT SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST HOARDING IT THAT'S WHEN YOU KILL THOSE PEOPLE AND TAKE THEIR SHARE. KILLING HALF THE PEOPLE IS THE KIND OF FUCKING SOLUTION TO INEQUALITY THAT RICH PEOPLE COME UP WITH

GOD. ITS LIKE NONE OF YOU EVER READ

-you've got the big fucking boss in an ambush AND YOU ATTACK HIM WITH A MAGIC SWORD STEVEN STRANGE?????

THIS FRANCHISE HAS NO IDEA HOW TO UTILISE MAGIC USERS FUCKING HELL

- when will somebody please utilise ironman like the one man artillery he fucking is WHY IS HE FIGHTING WITH HIS STUPID FISTS HE IS LITERALLY ONE CONTINUOUS CARPET BOMB JUST USE HIM THAT WAY

cut of his arm CUT OFF HIS ARM YOU BLOODLESS SPINELESS USELESS FUCKING CUNTS . this is a manufactured crisis, KIND OF LIKE THE ONES THANOS LIKES I GUESS LOL

- dr strange could have very easily prevented or stopped quill from punching thanos but he didn't cos i guess even the movie forgets steven strange exists sometimes

- i like that the shield around wakanda has the same weakness as a poorly constructed chicken coop -- you always build into the ground a couple feet to stop the diggers man, come on, what is this, your first energy shield?

- oh disgusting, a girl boss moment. whatever you're all fascists.

- nobody adores martial might like fascists do fucking change my mind

- " avengers: not one person in this fucking cast is able to stomach ANY AMOUNT of personal sacrifice" more like

- "why did you give away the time stone?" "we are in the endgame" THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER THAT'S A FUCKING MOVIE TEASER FUCK YOU

- why didn't strange just trap thanos in a timeloop again? we've already established that is a perfectly acceptable way to deal with planetary annihilation. IS IT POSSIBLY BECAUSE NOBODY ON THIS WRITING STAFF KNOWS HOW TO DEAL WITH MAGIC

- THOR OP BLIZZARD PLS NERF

-CAPTAIN MARVEL SERIOUSLY THAT'S WHO YOU'RE GONNA SEND YOUR LAST PAGE TO JESUS FUCKING DISGUSTING

#the asshole liveblogs #avengers infinity war #internal thor tag

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Angry Drinks (Part 1)

Small series

Pairing: Carol Danvers x reader

Summary: You and carol have an argument, Carol tells you to get out of her house. You do and head to Pancho’s and get drunk. Thanks to the bartender, carol is able to find you and collect you

A/N: I had this prompt in my likes for a while, thanks @Otpornotp for the prompt

Warning: Drinking, getting drunk, mentions of vomiting

“Please just talk to me.” Carol said, reaching across the table to where you were currently sitting in your shared apartment. You pulled your hand away and glared at her, tears starting to prick at your eyes.

“What do you want me to talk about?” You said, a small quiver in your voice. You exasperatedly took your hands off the table and put them at your sides as Carol stared at you intently. She had just come back from a mission that had taken her just over a month. She had showered and changed, knowing you’d be angry.

“You go for weeks without contacting me, I don’t know if you’re ok since you don’t have enough TIME FOR ME ANYMORE!!” You shouted, you saw Carols eyes widen at your sudden outburst. You had a feeling in your gut to stop talking, but you ignored it and we’re about to continue when she interrupted you.

“Y/N, you knew our relationship would be like this when you agreed to that first date with me.” Carol said flatly.

She wasn’t showing any emotion, which led you to think she didn’t care, when in reality it was the actual opposite. She cared about you so much it almost tore her apart to see you this way. But Kree drilled it into her wiring to not show emotions.

“I didn’t think that you’d leave me alone for weeks on end.” You sneered, putting your elbows on the edge of the table and crossing your arms.

“You’re making it seem as if I wanted to leave you.” Carol replied, crossing her arms and leaning back slightly in the chair.

“Well, the fact that you got so many of the avengers to distract me while you were gone might have given me the wrong impression.” You replied angrily.

“Look, this is the last thing I needed after coming home, I’m sorry.” Carol said softly, trying to apologize.

“Well I’m sorry if you expected kisses and cuddles the second you got home because unlike you I don’t hide my damn emotions.” You yelled, you didn’t know where all this anger was coming from exactly. Usually at this point you’d calmed down and everything was fine.

“Get. Out.” She said, seething angrily. You flinched back slightly at her words. “Like I said, this is the last damn thing I needed right now.” She finished, looking you dead in the eye. She expected you to protest, to yell back, to try to apologize.

She didn’t expect you to get your wallet and walk out the door with tears streaming down your face, but you’d had enough of this. You’d had enough of not seeing your girlfriend for weeks on end then her coming home and expecting you to be alright with it and cuddle with her.

You didn’t know exactly where you were going, but you had your wallet, your phone, no jacket but hey beggars can’t be choosers. All you wanted was to be away from Carol.

On your walk, you passed a bar which you and Carol had been to a thousand times before when she was actually here. On an impulse, you turned into the bar, the bartender recognized you immediately and looked behind you to see if Carol was with you, frowning slightly at the empty space as you sat down in front of him.

He saw the tear streaks almost immediately, despite your efforts to wipe them away. He seemed to understand almost immediately and made you your usual drink and put it in front of you. He leaned his elbows on the counter.

“Everything good between you and carol?” He asked, not trying to intrude but worried about you.

“None of your business.” You muttered. Then seeing him flinch you added quickly. “Thanks for asking though.” He smiled slightly and went to cater to someone else’s order.

You downed your favorite/alcoholic/drink quicker than ever and asked for another one, then another until you finally settled for shots.

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Meanwhile, carol sat almost in shock at you leaving. She didn’t move from her spot at the table for a couple of minutes incase you came back.

Suddenly, she slumped forward in her seat, putting her head in her hands, letting out a frustrated groan. She replayed the conversation in her head over and over again. It was her fault, y/n just wanted to be with their girlfriend.

“Damnit,” she muttered and got up to make herself something.

One cup of tea and half an hour later you still hadn’t come back and it was starting to get dark. Carol didn’t know what to do, she just made herself another cup of tea and watched the sunset. Until she realized that you could be in danger.

She quickly grabbed her phone and opened your text conversation to see that she had left you on read about a week ago and you’d texted and called her 20 times in that week.

She fired off an apology text as quickly as she could and asked you to come home to talk and she was truly sorry.

After another half hour, it was completely dark and carol couldn’t stop pacing and thinking of the worst scenarios in her head. She finally decided to go out and look for you. She had just grabbed her brown leather jacket when she heard her phone ring.

She almost tripped in her frenzy to reply to the text. She saw it was from you but, apparently the bartender at your favorite bar was using her phone. He told her that you were there, completely passed out and drunk with vomit on yourself and she should come pick you up.

“shit,” she muttered, quickly replying a thanks and heading out to your car after grabbing the keys.

She drove over to the bar in record time, deciding it would be easier to bring you back in the car rather than carry you 7 blocks. She walked in the bar rushed, almost slamming the door.

She saw the bartender almost relieved to see her, and you were slumped on a stool, your head resting on the counter with 6 shot glasses and 3 fav/drink glasses. Her eyes widened at the sight. She walked over to the bar and pulled her wallet out of her jacket to pay for the drinks.

“No it’s fine, it’s on the house, did you bring your car?” He asked as he put the glasses away. Carol nodded, still a bit in shock that you’d gone out and done this.

“Alright I’ll help you get her in the car, Natalia mind the bar for me.” He said to the girl behind the counter as he walked over to you and Carol.

“It’s fine I don’t need, I don’t need help.” She said, her voice breaking slightly.

“It’s the least I can do, you’re both my most regular customers.” He said kindly.

“Fine.” Carol replied in a monotone voice.

After a bit of struggle, he had helped carol put you in the passenger seat of the car. As carol put the seatbelt over you he started to leave.

“Wait!” She called out, he turned around to see carol offering him money for his help.

“No it’s fine, really,” he said. “Just know that even though things may be hard right now you should look out for each other, the problem would be easier if both of you work together.” He finished and smiled kindly before returning inside.

Carol stood there, stunned for a minute. She knew he was right. She pinched the bridge of her nose before heading back to the car.She climbed into the drivers seat and put on the seatbelt then turned to look at you.

You were slumped against the window, unconsciousness by drinking so much. Your phone and wallet was still in your pants but your phone seemed to have a crack in it and your wallet was open. Your shirt was covered in vomit. The bartender seemed to have cleaned your face up as none of it was in your face or arms

She gingerly picked the phone and wallet out of your pocket, trying to keep them clean. A couple of photos slipped out of your wallet. She quickly picked them up.

One of them was a half ripped selfie you had taken from your Polaroid on the third date. The second was a picture you had of Carol you’d taken from your Polaroid when she had 6 boxes in her hands from when she moved in.

Carol covered her mouth with a hand, trying to prevent a sob from breaking out. You’d missed her so much it was breaking your heart. Then all carol did was come home and yell at you.

She put the photos back in your wallet and switched on your phone to see the time. It was 8:39, but the thing that finally made carol show her emotions was your wallpaper.

It was a giant collage of all your selfies. Everything from the silly selfies in the movie halls to the Instagram pictures. Everything out in one giant collage with a picture of both of you holding hands while watching the sunset in the middle.

Carol Danvers, the famous Captain Marvel, the strongest Avenger broke. She cried because of the person she loved most. She wasn’t there for you. She was busy helping everybody else when the person that needed her the most waited. You waited for her for weeks without knowing if she’ll be back and she treated you HORRIBLY.

Carol wiped the tears from her eyes and started the car after glancing over at you, heading back home, where she should’ve been this entire time.

Part 2

A/N: there is gonna be a part two. And what’s up with no one asking me things? Like I write??

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