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Happy 40th Birthday Chris! 🎉🎂🎁

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Tom Hiddleston as Loki

Loki as Tom Hiddleston

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me reacting to all the Marvel trailers and announcements

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I FUCKING SCREAMING!!!!!

HAWKEYE IS FILMING

HAILEE STEINFIELD AS KATE BISHOP

LUCKY THE PIZZA DOG

CLINT HAS HEARING AIDS AND HE’S GOT THE MATT FRACTION CLINT CUTS AND BANDAGES

IT’S MATT FRACTION’S COMIC BOOK SERIES COMING TO LIFE AND I AM FUCKING SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His is my favorite comic run ever and I can’t believe I’m going to see it come to life. I could cry. I can’t tell you how excited I am about all this.

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Reblog if you've found friendship because of your fandoms.

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Holding hands

Fandom: Lupin 3rd

Warning: none

The full-length mirror in the hotel room, which they had taken as a refuge for that heist, gave the man the image of a waiter with an unusually uncultivated beard and a dark Borsalino hat dropped over his eyes.

He adjusted his bow tie over his white shirt and closed the cuffs of his black jacket with simple silver cufflinks. The shoes at his feet had been carefully polished and the only imperfection of his disguise was a little bump at chest height, where Jigen had placed the pack of cigarettes and the lighter in an inside pocket.

The habit of hiding the .357 Combact Magnum in the trousers under the jacket was so strong and consolidated that no one, not even an experienced fighter, would have been able to locate it.

Daisuke Jigen, who made elegance his trademark, was used to dressing well, but that dovetail tuxedo and bow tie made him feel like a penguin.

He took one last look in the mirror and decided that for the role of waiter of an important and sumptuous social event that clothing was more than enough.

-Lupin are you ready? - called the gunslinger lighting a cigarette and starting it with a long breath.

-I'm almost done- the partner answered from the other room -Give me another moment.

-What is it? - Jigen scoffed, letting himself fall on the armchair -Do you not remember how to tie a bow tie?

-What tie? - Lupin asked, popping out the door of the room and Jigen, a heavy smoker, coughed the smoke.

A woman in a fine dark dress studded with diamonds had entered the room, on whose shoulders they had attached Lupin's monkey face. 

-What the hell ...? - exclaimed the gunslinger, gesturing animatedly in the impossibility of finding the words to describe what at his eyes was a strange chimera.

-Don’t kick up a fuss! - snorted the gentleman thief positioning himself in front of the mirror and adjusting the prostheses that simulated the breasts of his character -Like you had never seen me in the clothes of a lady! 

Lupine chuckled at his double meaning and turned around to check the back of his disguise: -It seems to me that it works ... - he muttered to himself. 

-You want to explain to me? - Jigen urged him, sucking hard on his cigarette until he consumed it almost completely. 

-Didn't I tell you? - Lupin replied and Jigen closed a vein at the height of his temple: that was the typical tone that the thief used when he voluntarily omitted some details of the blow to induce him to do things he otherwise would not have done. 

-The only way to access Cupid's ruby- Lupin began to explain while choosing a wig from the closet -It’s taking part in the DeGorgette family gala which is held once every five years and which is dedicated to couples promised in marriage . 

-You already told me this- Jigen interrupted him impatiently -But why did you dress like a woman? 

-Because we received an invitation, silly- the gentleman thief replied with falsetto voice, making him wave a burgundy paper envelope under his nose. 

-Invitation?- Jigen exclaimed in surprise, grabbing the envelope and examining the contents while Lupine continued to speak. 

-But of course, mon amie! You surely remember that the DeGorgettes indicate these gala in order to give the Cupid's ruby ​​blessing to couples ready for the altar and also to earn a fair amount of money given the cost of getting that piece of paper in your hands. 

-I know it very well- Jigen barked, instinctively slipping the invitation into his jacket pocket -And that's the reason I dressed as a penguin: playing one of the waiters serving the DeGorgette. 

-Oh no! - Lupin shook his head, swinging the new brown ringlets that fell on his shoulders -The DeGorgette choose their staff with extreme care, they would never have let you in, also because they have a security scanner that goes beyond the masks, so the waiters option is completely to be discarded. 

-And so we enter as guests? 

-Exactly!- the gentleman thief underlined that expression by snapping his fingers -You’re standind in front of Marie Luprette Troix, your fiancée. 

Jigen watched him in disbelief for a few moments, looking in his face and body language for a signal that revealed that his friend was making fun of him or that he was mad. 

-I pass- he finally decreed -Go with someone else, because I don't intend to play the role of someone engaged with an ugly monkey face like yours! 

-How rude you are! - Lupin scolded him making a grimace -And anyway there is no more time: the gala is only in an hour and I have no one else to accompany me ... Or you want me to ask Fujiko? 

At the prospect of Fujiko's involvement, Jigen's mind subsided and his behavior, though still quite irritated, suddenly became more malleable. 

So he listened to the variation of the plan that Lupin had to illustrate to him, interrupting it from time to time to get a few more details explained, then when he was finished, the gunman agreed to participate, albeit with barely concealed distrust. 

Finally they got into the car and Jigen had the time to cross, spent driving, to negotiate internally with the role he would have to play and mentally review the phases of the plan. 

The DeGorgette’s mansion was a huge neoclassical building in the frame of the rustic Provençal countryside and a row of couples in sparkling evening dresses extended from the entrance showing their invitation and getting announced. 

On their turn, the page informed the room of the arrival of monsieur Magnum and mademoiselle Troix. 

The landlady, a robust middle-aged woman with a blinding sapphire necklace around her neck, came to welcome them, indicating where the dinner would have taken place, where they would have sit and, more interesting detail for their purposes, where and when Cupid's ruby ​​blessing would have bene held. 

A few minutes later, when an aperitif was served, they were made to sit in the dining room, where waiters with starched uniforms and red flowers pinned to their chests served exquisite dishes to be bathed with fine wines. 

-Do you see that it's not so bad to play the role of my boyfriend?- Lupin whispered taking advantage of the fact that his partner had his mouth busy chewing -I always treat them well my dates! 

-Choke with the chicken and shut up- the gunslinger replied dryly, swallowing the bite with a sip of wine -Anyway, do we have to wait all evening to be able to take the ruby? Wouldn't it be more convenient to do it now that they're distracted? 

-Don't be in a hurry, my dear, the right time will come! In the meantime, let's enjoy this delicious dinner. Would you pass me the sauce? 

At the end of the dinner, the guests were moved to the ballroom, where a wooden staircase with a golden balustrade had been set up under crystal chandeliers on top of which the enormous and notorious Cupid's ruby ​​shone with the reflections of the candles. 

Monsieur DeGorgette took the floor: -My dear friends, I hope that the dinner was to your liking and that your palates have been satisfied. As you know, now the long-awaited moment of the evening is coming: the blessing of your love by Cupid's ruby! 

This beautiful ruby, unique in its world in purity and size, is said to have formed from the drops of blood that flowed from Cupid's finger when he punched himself with one of his own arrows, which give falling in love. 

It contains the very essence of romantic love and couples who ask for their blessing before marriage will have a happy married life full of offspring! 

-How many children do you want, my dear? - Lupin whispered in the gunslinger's ear, giggling. 

-Cut it! - Jigen warned him with a snarl. 

-Now the couples will be called one by one- continued DeGorgette -And they will have to walk the stairs hand in hand, reach the ruby ​​and invoke his benevolence, then they will be able to go back down and will be accompanied to the next room where the party continues. 

The guests began to be called and Jigen watched the various excited couples climbing the stairs almost running and pouring their love on a cold and deaf stone, good only to fill their collection of precious. 

Every now and then a passionate kiss broke out between the couples and Jigen was certain that he would not have been able to refrain from drawing the gun if Lupin had even tried to get closer to him than necessary.

Mr. Magnum and his lovely lady were called and Jigen walked towards the staircase but something grabbed him by the elbow: -Don't you forget anything, mon chére?- Lupine called him back. 

-What? - Jigen asked, but the partner's outstretched and ringed hand was enough to understand 

-Don't be such a child!- Lupin scolded him, perceiving his reluctance -You don't want these nice people to be suspicious? 

Jigen took a quick look around and it was enough to point out that all the eyes of the guests (and security!) were focused on them. 

Eventually he had to give in and, commenting -Things I do for work!-, he took Lupin's hand in his, dragging him almost weightily down the steps. 

When they were at the top, the wonderful ruby ​​stood on a pedestal adorned with a white silk cushion and Jigen could see the spark of longing that shone behind Lupin's pupils. 

She watched him stretch his hand over the ruby, as if trying to evoke its blessing, while the other pulled a small remote control from the neckline: -Are you ready for action, Jigen? 

-I wasn't expecting anything else. 

Darkness suddenly descended into the room, illuminated for short moments by the fire of the mouths of the guns, whose roars made the imposing chandeliers swing. 

Finally Jigen had started having fun.

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I am not a straight people.

Reblog if you are also not a straight people.

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villain: We have your aunt

peter: Which one

villain: … what

peter: You heard me

villain: Um.. cool hair cut, lesbian, has a cat?

peter: Oh you mean aunt carol! Yeah, no, you don’t have her… she has you

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Fandom: Lupin 3rd

Characters: Goemon Ishikawa XIII, Fujiko Mine

Warnings: None

Title: Wearing other's clothes

The pouring rain dripped from his headdress like a stream and his clothes were soaked, but the samurai, accustomed to much more hostile climates, hardly noticed.  He hadn't even noticed the heating inside the museum, where he had gone to do an inspection dressed as a tourist.

He didn't like to dress up and even less to wear the western clothes that Lupin chose for him, but if it was for work he would have accepted it.

But now that the western clothes were stored in a backpack and that Zantetsuke had returned to swing meekly at his side to the rhythm of his steps, Goemon Ishikawa XIII felt much more comfortable.

Working with Lupin had led him to learn skills that his samurai training could not teach, such as tracing the map of a building's CCTV surveillance system just by looking and memorizing the cameras inside, or identifying the type of alarm system  inside the display windows.

As a living embodiment of the concept of tradition, Goemon couldn't even have imagined that one day he would have been able to do all of this and that was one of the aspects he preferred in working with the gentleman thief.

The rain had not stopped falling for a moment all the way from the museum to their hiding place and when Goemon had opened the door of the apartment at his feet a pool of water formed.

He listened for a moment to the noises of the house: during his training, he had been taught to perceive the presence of potential opponents before his eyes could see them.

Not that he expected anyone to find their hiding place, last of all Zenigata, who was their most stubborn pursuer, but it was a habit that always resulted to be useful in the past.

He didn't perceive the smell of Lupin's colony nor that of Jigen's cigarettes, which were usually enough to announce the presence of his associates, and no sound, except for the ticking of the rain on the glass, reached his ears.

His shoulders relaxed, while his mind reassured him that he was the only one present in the apartment.

So he decided to take a hot shower to get rid of the humidity from the outside waiting for his colleagues to finish their duties and join him in the apartment.

As he ran the water from the modern shower, Goemon sighed at the thought of the thermal waters of the springs in the mountains where he had immersed himself only a few weeks before.

Modernity certainly could not offer anything comparable to the feeling of being surrounded by sulphurous water and regenerating vapors among the landscapes of the Japanese mountains.

It was a quick shower, just long enough to wash his skin and hair, and the samurai came out, wrapping his waist with a towel.  Only then he noticed that one of the towels that had been hung at the bathroom entrance was missing and his nerves stiffened: someone had entered the apartment.

He grabbed the faithful Zantetsuke, who had just sat outside the shower and tiptoed out of the bathroom to inspect the house.

He noticed almost immediately that the kitchen door was ajar and cursed against himself for not checking it earlier.

He bared the blade, which shone as cold as lightning that heralds a summer storm, and prepared to attack.

He took a long breath and kicked the kitchen door open, ready to engage in the fight, but what he saw left him with salt.

Fujiko sat at the kitchen table, reading a magazine and sipping hot tea.

The two stared at each other in surprise for that unexpected meeting, but then Goemon realized that he was only wearing a towel in front of a woman and the free hand ran to support that one piece of clothing.

Fujiko noticed his embarrassment and chuckled: -You mustn't be ashamed!- she told him, going back to drinking her tea -I certainly am enjoying the view.

At those words the samurai felt his face and ears heating up and ran out of the kitchen in search of his clothes, while the woman continued to read as if nothing had happened.

A few moments later Goemon returned to the kitchen, making himself presentable with a change of kimono and hakama, to face Fujiko.

He found her where he left her: -What are you doing here? - he asked.

-I have been surprised by the rain- the woman explained, turning a page of her magazine with her long fingers with perfectly manicured nails -And since your hiding place was on the way I thought I'd have given myself a refresh.

Goemon looked at her from head to foot for a moment, noticing the turban made with the missing towel that wrapped her hair and the white dressing gown that covered her body.

At a second glance, however, that dressing gown seemed very familiar to him: -Is that my kimono? - asked the samurai, pointing to the piece of clothing in question.

-You say this? - said Fujiko widening the edges of the dressing gown and thus showing a few centimeters more than the generous neckline.

Goemon felt a blaze again but he forced himself to keep his gaze and not give her the satisfaction of seeing him give in: -Yes- he nodded at last.

-It's just a little thing that I borrowed- replied the thief, better accommodating the long legs on the chair so that the kimono just covered the bare minimum and left them in view -You have always had such good taste in dressing! I certainly couldn't take one of Jigen's shirts, don't you think?

-What happened to your clothes? - Goemon urged her, feeling flattered by the comment on his good taste: all the clothes he wore were made to measure by a seamstress who had made clothes for her father and was proud of that.

Obviously he didn't say any of this to Fujiko.

-Don't get upset- the thief smiled, deliberately causing the opposite effect -They are drying in the living room in front of the dehumidifier.  In a few minutes they will be ready.

The samurai nodded slightly, but his assertiveness was only apparent: years of work and experience had made him wary in front of Fujiko's presence and if that woman was in their apartment it couldn't have been only because of the onset of rain.

-What are you aiming at? - he asked calmly.

-It's like to hear Jigen and, my dear Goemon, I assure you that it is not a compliment- Fujiko tried to digress, but before the determination of the samurai, apparently impassive in front of her charm, she had to empty the bag -You really thought you were going to embark on the project of the theft of Maria Luigia's jewelry collection without involving me? - a large mischievous smile opened on her face -Lupin will have to give me explanations for having ousted me from the plan and, of course, I want a slice of the loot.

The samurai smiled: -In short, the usual courtesy visit.

That comment left Fujiko speechless: - Was that a joke?- she asked, but the samurai was already gone from the kitchen.

His voice came to her ears from the other room: - Make sure Lupin finds you with your clothes on or he will get the wrong idea and neither of us will see a piece of Maria Luigia's jewels.

Hi! This is a little work to improve my English writing skills (so please be free to make corrections and comments about the structure and the grammar) and to give my contribution to the Fandom. This should be the first of a bunch of oneshots involving different characters from the lupin III fandom.

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About four years ago, I wrote a fanfiction about Steve Rogers and Selene Lowell.

Well... with the new tv series of Chris Evans, "Defending Jacob", I finally found the gifs what's represents the scene.

Enjoy!

*****

Steve was at on the top of the starting block of the lane, ready to begin a race against himself.

Selene was about to call him, but Steve was faster and dived into the clear water.

The young researcher was amazed to see that magnificent spectacle. Steven slit the water with long regular strokes; he turned his head to the side to breathe exactly like the Olympic athletes, without any apparent effort.

Just a few hours earlier Selene had witnessed Steven's show of strength at the Salmon Ladder, but now she could see the muscles of his back - whose name she didn't even know - stretch and relax without being covered by the cotton fabric of his t-shirt.

When in Florence she visited the "Uffizi's Gallery" and admired Michelangelo's David, considered by experts to be the perfect ideal of male beauty, she would have never thought that there could be anyone in the world who looked alike him at least vaguely, yet now seeing Steven's physique knew she was wrong; and a lot!

Steve swam a few more minutes before he noticed the woman's presence, but as soon as Selene's figure entered his field of vision, he stopped immediately.

He came out of the swimming pool propping his hands along the edge of the pool and headed towards her, leaving a line of drops and puddles of water behind him: -Are you okay? - he asked.

Although hypnotized by the streams of water that ran through that statuesque body, covered with red bathing shorts, Selene managed to answer him:

-Yes, yes ... Flynn has rewritten the algorithm, when you are ready we can start...-

*****

Oh...

This is the reaction of Selene... More or less 😂😂😂😂

Thanks @ladyrealgar for the help with the translation. 😘

*Disclaimer: I found the gifs on internet, if you’re the author tell me and I tag you*

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In a weird place between wanting quarantine to end because my mental health is absolutely spiraling, and hoping quarantine continues because I can’t imagine going back into functioning society again.

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I’ve lived a lot of lives, but I’m done running from my past.

Black Widow (2020)

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SIGNAL BOOST PLEASE

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whenever im having a bad day i remember that i never have to take a math class again and i feel a lot better

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Peter: I wanna be a reverse tooth fairy where I rob people and then scatter human teeth on their bed.

Clint: A dentist.

Y/N: I don’t know what your dentist is doing to you but I think you need to go to the police.