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Sam doesn’t associate himself with the other Avengers. He calls them his “work friends” and when he leaves a mission or meeting the other Avengers don’t exist.

The Avengers having some sort of mess of a group trip to the store when they spot Sam in line: “Sam?! Hey!! Is that you??? Heyyyyy!!! How are you???!! SAM!!!!!

Sam knowing damn well that everyone is calling his name:

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every raven reyes scene → 7/?

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Captain America: Civil War (2016) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo

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“New York again! Brilliant!” The Doctor shouted as she stepped from her trusty blue TARDIS, not knowing that her new companions weren’t following behind her until there was a pause at the end of her rambling. “Love New York. I mean, it’s a bit sad, considering I lost close friends here, but man are the pretzels good! Oh, we could go see Hamilton!” She said with excitement but meeting the TARDIS’ closed blue doors instead of the astonished ones of her friends. 

“Guys? Are you really gonna stay in there?” She laughed, stepping back inside the blue box, only to find it completely empty. 

“Not. Good.” She uttered, flying out of the box and running down the alley to find where they could possibly be. She took out her screwdriver, but had no readings of any other time travelers in the area. “Work with me here.” She smacked the side of her sonic screwdriver, hoping that it was just an issue of it being homemade. She began walking, still looking down at the readings, which made her bump into someone. 

“So sorry! Million miles away. Well, not literally. Though, I was like ten minutes ago. Gee, I hope my friends aren’t that far away. That’d be space. Or the Equator, I suppose.” She rambled, no longer talking to the person in front of her, but thinking aloud. “Uh, anyway, I’m The Doctor. Have you seen Hamilton yet?”

     A TARDIS. A big blue box. It was real. She didn’t think it was actually real, she didn’t think any of it was real, no, not at all, but it was. Maybe, all along she’d believed in the back of her mind, in the parts of her brain she kept hidden from even herself, that it was real. That she wasn’t just crazy or a little girl with a big imagination, but she’d long since pushed it down. Put it in her books, put her crazy ideas, her feelings, everything into her illustrations & writing but there was a TARDIS in New York, Amy had been having what she could only imagine as memories and? If the TARDIS was here it meant the Doctor was here, the only thing she could do now? Run. Amy ran around the block, then again, looking for who she remembered as her Doctor -- a man with a bowtie, no eyebrows, weird looking face until she smacked right into someone else entirely. 

     She rambled -- it was familiar -- she had a sonic -- that was even more familiar. When she introduced herself as the Doctor? Amy went wide eyed, because even after all this years, all the pain, the loneliness she’d endured through believing in a madman ( now madwoman ) in a teleporting box -- she couldn’t believe that it was actually real. Memories started to flood back when before they were more of a trickle, but she focused on the woman in front of her. On the Doctor. 

     “Saw Hamilton with Lin Manuel Miranda in it, actually. I got to see the original cast and everythin’,” Amy said softly, a smile starting to bloom on her face, she could feel tears well in her eyes but she hated crying -- especially in front of the Doctor. “Oh God, you don’t look like him, but I know -- you’re really him aren’t you? Er, I guess, her now, which, you look better this way. Very foxy. Still not Scottish or ginger though, that’s my department.” 

     Amy forced herself to breathe, closing her eyes and opening them, praying that when she did the Doctor would still be there. That this wasn’t the final straw in her mental health going down the drain, that this was all real. That they were all wrong, that they’d been wrong, that the people who doubted her had ALWAYS been in the wrong. When she opened her eyes and the Doctor was still there, it was confirmation that Amelia Pond had never been crazy, not really, that the Doctor was real. She let herself really really smile then. 

     “You’re real. But wait -- do you know who I am? I know you and River had that sort of backwards time thing, where the timelines didn’t match up and all that, but, do you? Do you remember me?” Please, please remember me. 

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#sam asking the real question

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#mood #relatable 

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it was late into halloween night , and while the girl celebrated samhain first and foremost , she had already done her rituals which left the rest of the night. what was wrong with indulging ? she had always loved halloween , not to mention she always celebrated her birthday on the thirty first even though in all actuality it was the day before. she was quick to stumble upon a random bonfire being thrown deep in the woods by strangers , but after acquiring something alcoholic only to intoxicate herself further she had wandered off from the throng of other ghouls celebrating late into the night.

the witch laid back on the damp forest floor , taking a swig from her drink all the while wishing there was blood to flavor it , and gazed up at the moon hanging overhead. the sound of someone approaching did not go unnoticed despite her state of inebriation , but if they were a threat she was none the wiser. rose took yet another swallow from the unlabeled liquor bottle and sighed , “ i hope yer wearin’ a mask. wouldn’t want ol’ uncle sammy to find ya creepin’ around out here without one , now would ya ? “

     “I’m sorry but whatever you’re speaking, it’s not English,” Spencer huffed, realizing how much she sounded like the snob she was raised to be, but sighing instead of apologizing. Too much was going on, in her mind, in her life, in her possibly past life or alternative or parallel universe life ( who the hell even knew at this point ) for her to be good socially, any social graces thrown out the window at this bonfire. Spencer was drinking, smoking, indulging like it was the end of the world, not having gone this hard since her teen years -- and a few nights in undergrad. She was a big bad law student now, she had to be responsible, no more partying til she was on the floor of a forest, hoping to fall into it. No more wishing she could escape, doing so by intoxicating herself. Yet, there Spencer was, doing exactly what she knew she shouldn’t. Turning to the girl, she sighed again, dramatically. “Is my face REALLY that ugly that you think I need to be wearing a mask? I’ve been told I’m scary before but not that my face was that scary it could be compared to a Halloween mask.”

Spencer pouted, “I’m not THAT scary looking am I?”

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Thor was an electrician who was breaking into the modeling industry. That’s all he knew of himself. If anyone told him that he was actually the God of Thunder, he would call an ambulance to have said person hospitalized. He loved his life as a regular average Joe, although he did sometimes feel like he had more to offer the world. Maybe with modeling he could use his platform to bring change. 

There were many injustices to fix, and Thor was just one man, despite his name being that of a God. It was a running joke with people he knew and he grew out his hair to even look the part, which worked in his favor when he began booking jobs from just simple selfies on Instagram. 

There was also the loneliness. With all these people around, Thor never quite fit in. He seemed awkward and out of place, always being the last to get the joke. Still, he had a nice apartment and a good career. He wasn’t going to complain.

He stopped at his favorite book store and thumbed through a comic book, smiling at the image of his namesake defeating another bad guy. He bought the comic and left the store with it in a bag, almost knocking into someone as he came out.

“Forgive me.” He stammered. “I should watch where I’m going.” He laughed.

     “Yeah, you sure should big guy. What are you, like, a body builder? A sumo wrestler? You almost knocked me over and I’m not tiny, dude. Got muscles almost as big as you,” Sam laughed, clapping the other man on the shoulder with a smile, not in the least bit offended or hurt by him bumping into him. He didn’t notice it was Thor, not at first as he continued to sass him, sizing him up from the corner of his eye as he looked at more comics. 

      “You better watch where you’re going in this town or you’ll be knocking buildings over next,” a dry laugh left his throat, vague memories of fighting, of flattening whole cities, of destroying things came rushing back to Sam though he kept his face even. It was one thing to have war flashbacks, or whatever sort of flashbacks he was having in private, but it was a completely other thing to have them in public -- especially when John Cena on steroids was over here standing next to him. He had to be sharp, he had to get out of his head. 

     Finally, looking at who he bumped into Sam’s eyes widened. How should he approach this? How did anyone approach this? Hi, I think I know you from my PTSD flashback hallucination shit do you want to get some coffee? Nah. Instead, he was vague, though it deeply effected him, Thor’s face, the confirmation that maybe this was all real and not just some mental illness bullshit. “Do I know you? I figure I’d remember if I knew you considering you could knock a city down but do I know you? Did you ever serve?”

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     “It’s not even been a whole week since Halloween ended and they’re already breaking out the fucking Christmas music as if Thanksgiving doesn’t exist,” Fiona huffed, only making a fuss about something so trivial because this all of this flashback shit? Remembering lives, past lives, whatever lives? Not pleasant or enjoyable and certainly not her speed. Until she saw someone she KNEW, at least, until she saw someone she knew that could validate this craziness -- as far as Fiona was concerned she was finally becoming like Monica and losing her mind. It was really only a matter of time, Fiona was mildly surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. “Anyways, d’you have a light? If I don’t chain smoke right now I might go homicidal so for your sake and mine I really hope you’ve got a light.”

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        ❛  Waiting is painful.                          Forgetting is painful.                                   But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.  ❜

Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand, {KAREN GILLAN}. No, that’s a mistake. It’s {AMELIA POND}, they are a {CANON CHARACTER} and come from {DOCTOR WHO}. They are {TWENTY-NINE} and I’ve heard they are {CREATIVE}, as well {OBSTINATE}. They happen to hold {THEIR} memories. Don’t believe me? See for yourself. Lucky for us, {jinx, 23, pst, she/her & they/them} sent us proof.

Welcome to New York, what is your character’s name?

Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams. Though, she took on the last name Williams when she was transported back to 1920s New York because she couldn’t really legally hyphenate + it was a testament to how much she loves Rory & how she was willing to leave behind her old life with the Doctor behind. But she prefers to just be called Amy!

Where have they been pulled from in their fandom? 

Right when Amy & Rory make their exit in Doctor Who, in the Angels Take Manhattan. I imagine that she wakes up in her new life in this RP from that point. 

With the curse, how has your character’s life changed? 

Well, I don’t want to godmod the potential Rory player but if Rory isn’t in her life then that’s a major change ( though, I’d love if they were best friends who grew up together or something in the new life  ). Like in canon, Amy had the belief the Doctor was real but instead of him coming back, he was just a story. She still grew up the same way in canon, the weird girl who turned ginger bombshell who was a kissogram but in this verse ( to mirror canon ) she gets picked up by a modeling agency and moves to New York. As far as Amy knows she’s lived in New York for 10 years, now a successful science fiction author and currently working on a children’s book both illustrating & writing it.  Her life has changed because she turned her childhood shit into stories that have sold pretty well. She didn’t get married to Rory at a young age, she’s had quite a few years to develop who she is and live her life outside of Leadworth.  

With Amy’s memories coming back, to put it simply, it hurts. All over again. Remembering it all, losing it all, it hurts. Though not a drinker AT ALL, Amy has found herself doing anything she can to forget remembering, working on a much darker novel than her previous ones. It’s been disorienting because even though her life is beautiful & brilliant as it is -- it’s not real. The feeling of things not being real, the blurring of lines between reality & falsity has really done a number on her as she does deal with mental illness, worrying that she’s finally, properly, losing her mind. Frankly, she doesn’t know if it’s real, she doesn’t know what’s real, though she tries to be Amy Pond, this blurring of reality is something that scares her. Another feeling she feels is anger, anger about what happened to her in canon, anger about having to doubt her own mind all over again and a determination to fix this and/or find the person responsible. 

Do they have a job, and if so what is it? 

To dive in more about her job, Amy isn’t the most famous person around but she definitely has mild celebrity due to her early modeling ( a model turned scifi author intrigues a lot of weird fanboys that’s for sure ), her books are what has really launched any celebrity she has into something more recognizable. Sometimes asked to help host D list red carpet shows, etc. Amy is not Known Known but you find her face recognizable. She’s done a lot of activism as well for mental illness and the LGBTQIA+ & Queer communities as she’s openly bisexual so there’s definitely a funky little cult following she has and she’s fairly popular in Scotland as well as a hometown hero in her town of Leadworth ( something she finds HILARIOUS as they hated her for years ). 

Is there any other information about your character that members might find helpful?

THIS SECTION WILL BE FOR MY RAMBLING. Because where else am I GONNA DO IT??? I’ve been playing Amy for 5+ years now and I’m going to give y’all some insight on how i play her as well as how i see her. I’m watching an episode right now that’s helped come up with some of this as well. I’ll probably add more HCs as I slowly rewatch her scenes, etc. 

 A Sagittarius!!!!!!!!!! which literally fits her so well if you love astrology and Amy Pond, you already know!

One of my favorite aspects of Amy’s character is her empathy & intuitiveness. While sometimes lacking social grace and not always the best with interpersonal relations, she can see people for who they are deep down, their intentions, the emotions she feels like she feels from others often overwhelming but something that does lead her. A gut instinct magnified. She’s intuitive and empathetic because she’s got such an active imagination paired with a creative mind, she’s able to put those two things together, not only painting a picture of who someone is, painting colors on them they might not see themselves. Maybe this is a bit naive at times, maybe even a bit dangerous if it steers her wrong ( which is why Rory Williams is so important to her, her impulsiveness paired with this can get her into tough situations and he always has her back, always by her side ). Amelia is not always one to think before jumping into situations if she feels it’s the right thing to do, a prime example of this is her running off with The Doctor EASILY. Both as a kid and an adult. Luckily, not many have taken advantage of this as she can be extremely closed off emotionally. She’s a good judge of character and if she puts her faith in you, know while it could be surprising, it was a very much calculated, thought out, and a felt through choice. Amy’s extremely stubborn so good luck getting her to do something she doesn’t want to do ESPECIALLY if she doesn’t feel it’s right. Amy is usually able to connect to anyone and everyone some sort of way when she tries due to all of this, usually better with connecting to people than the ( Eleventh ) Doctor himself is. 

[ EMOTIONAL NEGLECT MENTION, ALCOHOLISM MENTION ] Verbal, straightforward, blunt, but it when it comes to her emotions, the ones that hurt, the ones that can’t be wrapped in something beautiful or lightly joked about are the ones tucked away. Amy’s got serious commitment issues as well, as shown throughout Doctor Who, that stemmed from the Doctor leaving her multiple times as well as never knowing her parents. I play her Aunt as a high functioning alcoholic, growing up she was never really home much less attentive to Amy ( also due to the whole crack in Amy’s wall thing, but, that’s a whole other topic ). For insight on how this effects her, I once played her in a multifandom at hogwarts rp where she was in a relationship with a character and they were really fucking cute ( I still rp them to this day w/ my friend ). But she was SO cared of this relationship not working out / losing Rory because he had just confessed that he romantically liked her, that she broke up with the other person ( who she had deep feelings for who never EVER would’ve left her ) because Rory meant too much to her, he’d been there through everything, the thought of losing him? Unthinkable. this isn’t to say she didn’t love them both ( polyamorous Amelia Pond ftw! ), or value Rory as much ( I felt pressured to go into canon as well so I had to find a believable fault/fear/issue to really sell this but I think there’s something to be said for this ), I don’t play it that way in THIS rp, of course. [ END OF EMOTIONAL NEGLECT MENTION, ALCOHOLISM MENTION ]

It goes to show that she will make fear based decisions as well as decisions based on her insecurities that she’s not enough, that she’s more pain than she’s worth, out of not being able to give someone she cares about what they need. For example, when in canon Amy breaks up with Rory because she feels so guilty she can’t have biological kids when she knows he ALWAYS wanted kids. She was scared if she stayed with him, he’d hate her, that she was keeping him from having a fulfilling life, that she wasn’t enough and didn’t fit into what he wanted. Rory deserves everything to her, she couldn’t give it to him, when he gave and gave and gave to her. She didn’t feel worthy, but she didn’t express that fear either, making Rory feel completely shut out because she was shutting him out. She’ll self sabotage easily, because commitment is scary to her and she’d rather be the one leaving than being left. Amy can’t stand to wait for the worst to happen, for the other shoe to drop, she isn’t the fucking girl who waited -- not anymore. 

Amy is diagnosed with major depressive disorder previously diagnosed with psychotic features added on as well until the Doctor came back but after having 4 psychiatrists in her youth, Amy definitely fits into having MDD. There are many evidences in canon besides her literally going to psychiatrists that suggest that Amy is mentally ill / ND, another hint in the episode ‘Vincent and The Doctor’. Amy empathizes with Vincent Van Gogh ( my Amy is an extreme art history lover as well, especially Vincent Van Gogh ), she says she’s been where he is, that she gets it. [ SUICIDE MENTION ] She is physically effected when he talks about dark shit and in another episode with the Dreamlord, she talks about how she doesn’t want to live in a world if Rory’s not in it, then killing herself in the show. The way she does it in my head ( and in the show ) is extremely steely, easily done, because Amy has dealt with mental illness, because she’s been in dark places & suicidal ideation. [ END OF SUICIDE MENTION ]  In this RP, she’ll also have been diagnosed and is taking medication because we stan healthy characters who cope with their mental illness! Even though she’s definitely having a hard time currently. 

Rory Williams really is everything to her. Her best friend, a love of her life, her partner, the only person who stuck by her side through everything. She never waivers in this love for him, even though she does have doubts due to her own commitment issues ( and regular issues ) but she doesn’t have doubts about who Rory is. She loves him. The Doctor is also someone she loves passionately, though she could’ve loved him romantically and often could see that sort of a future with him -- he’s completely unavailable and unreliable. If there’s one thing that Amy can’t do in a partner romantically it’s unreliable. Plus, after finding out her daughter was married to him in canon? She’ll pass. The Doctor is more like a twin flame sort of thing for her, a very kindred spirit. She loves him because in her little town of Leadworth, full of boring, sensible things, where she was the weird girl in town -- he was just as weird as her. 

 If I had to pick a Hogwarts house for Amy, it’d be Gryffindor. 

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  And here she was thinking that finding a new job was going to be great, but no it was far from great since she only had the worst clients. Being a Lawyer was something she always liked but now here she was outside the building getting held back by someone so she would not be hurting the client. “I swear to god, if you ever come back here I will beat the living shit out of you.” she screamed.

     What was going on, Raven wasn’t sure and while she wasn’t in the business of breaking up fights -- the man had said some nasty things to Anne. Frankly, if it wasn’t Anne in the fray, it would’ve been Raven, though she knew better ( now ) than to get into fights with people on the street -- cops were crawling everywhere, ready to strike her brown ass if she gave them a reason to. “Hey, hey, listen lady, I don’t know what kind of stuff this bigot is smoking that’s got him so tough in public like this but you’re the one who’s gonna go in jail if you keep trying whatever it is you’re trying,” because really, she had a lot of bark but Raven wasn’t sure if she actually had the bite ( though, she was willing to bite that was for sure ). The cane Raven had been leaning on was flung in the man’s direction quickly, tripping him a bit as she moved backwards. “I really fucking hope no one saw that,” she muttered to herself before turning to the ugly bigot in front of them. “LEAVE before I go all Babe Ruth on your ass.”

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jagged edges / ripped at the seams

remind yourself, there’s an empty space where your heart should be

maybe the voices you hear are people writing letters to your soul, trying to tell you that — it’s okay to be angry — it’s okay to be brave — it’s okay to care — it’s okay not to 

or maybe these are the lies you tell yourself when it’s eight after midnight and your chest is quaking because there’s a storm roiling in your ribs and cracks of thunder trapped between your teeth and god, you’re just terrified that the clouds of your eyes won’t be able to hold back the rain

listen, here’s my advice: there is a storm raging outside my window right now and i think it is safer outside of you than housed within your chest and cracking your ribs

listen, hear the voices on the wind: your heart’s not gone you’ve just forgotten how to find it we promise, it’s not the same thing

listen.

—- did you hide under the bed when the storm raged? | j.d.

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sam wilson - falcon

“you lose someone?“ “my wingman riley. flying a night mission, standard pj rescue op, nothing we hadn’t done a thousand times before. ‘til an rpg knocked riley’s damn ass out of the sky. nothing i could do. like i was up there just to watch.”

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Marque Richardson by Jeremy Ray Valdez.

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The 100 Character Aesthetics : Raven Reyes

There’s nothing like a little pain to remind you you’re alive.

Requested by : @fallen-arkadia / @ravensrcyes - please check out Maru’s blogs! She is a super friendly The 100 blogger!