#[ casey / scott ]

[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers AVENGERS: EARTH'S MIGHTIEST HEROES (2004) #2

[fitsofgloom]

If My Heart Or Wallet Breaks

That's My Own Mistake To Make

[scenesandscreens]

Director - Christopher Nolan, Cinematography - Hoyte van Hoytema

"They won't fear it until they understand it. And they won't understand it until they've used it. Theory will take you only so far."

Oppenheimer (2023)

[hockeysweaterweather]

Sept 18, 2024 Isles Media Day 📸 Isles insta/x

That first one of Mat is from Shannon Hogan’s insta- she knows what we want to see!

[johnny-dynamo]

Legend by Casey Callender

[jacksonstarkiller]

Colonel Casey: I don’t think we need International Rescue for this one.

Scott: Fine, suit yourself then!

Scott: *turns around and walks away*

John, over the comms: Erm, where are you going?

Scott: Back to Thunderbird 1.

John: But Thunderbird 1 is the-

Scott: The other way, I know!

Scott: I was just in dire need of a dramatic exit.

Scott: I’ll circle back once I’m out of sight, but let me have this!

[just-marvel-polls2]

Marvel Christmas poll thing 4 pt4

Who would YOU most like to…

[ursaspecter]

Guys it's literally them

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 17

It's been a while since I've last updated this fic, but here it is - the next chapter of The Butterfly Effect. Hope you enjoy! And thanks for everyone's lovely support with this story. Hopefully it won't be as long before the next chapter is out 🤞

No major tags for this one - minor angst, whump and a bit of family fluff thrown in!

💙💚🧡💛💜🐦‍🔥🚒

John was torn. Torn between all those who needed him. Torn between duty and love. But, in the end, the choice was easy. His place was on the GDF carrier headed for Auckland, at the side of his brothers and Grandmother.

The post-mission clean up (if it could indeed be called that), the press, and the rest of the world waiting on them, would simply have to manage. God knows, he was having to.

Hauling himself aboard, he gently touched the painted name of the carrier, before finding a vacant seat next to Tam.

"Welcome aboard!" Colonel Casey greets, over the sounds of the engines, and flicking of buttons.

Val had been good to them. As soon as she had a functional comms line up and working, she'd taken the initiative to pull strings with a number of contacts. Phoenix would be allowed the time off from their regular civilian jobs back home to help with getting International Rescue back onto their feet, if they so wished.

It was a unanimous 'yes.'

"We're here for as long as you need us," her words held a warmth befitting her honorary Aunt status. She'd squeezed his shoulder, before brushing a stray lock of hair out of Scott's face.

"Thanks," John sighed, with a gratitude that somehow furthered his exhaustion.

Although it was in the world's best interest to see International Rescue functioning again, as swiftly as possible; it was good to know that people had their backs when the chips were down.

Val made her way to the front of the carrier and a flutter of garish Hawaiian fabric filled the seat.

Gordon peered over the eldest brother.

"Hey there, Bird Bath! How's the head?"

A groan, but Scott's eyes remained shut.

"Gords..."

"The one and only!"

Scott could hear his brother's Cheshire Cat grin.

"As your brother, I feel it's my duty to tell you that that landing was...*raspberry* stinko, awful...I've seen Rigby land better!" He gave a thumbs down.

"Ah, save it! Yours is the one Thunderbird that doesn't fly," Rigby deadpanned, from the cockpit.

"Make him stop," Scott's hoarse whisper is mainly levied at John, but entreats any and all who can hear him.

"Gladly. Just tell me how," John smirks, finally letting his shoulders drop a fraction.

"Ah, don't be like that... Hey, I know what'll cheer you both up!"

"No."

"A good ole sea shanty!" Gordon whips out his pocket device.

"Veto."

"Aww, really John? Not even, 'Leave her Johnny, leave her?'"

"Especially not that."

"Fine. I've got you..."

A moment passes as Gordon scrolls, then taps; and the hangar bursts into song.

"Eurovision!"

Virgil reopens his eyes to the sounds of...wait, is that Conchita Wurst?

Oh God, Gordon - Rise Like a Phoenix...really? Phoenix. This was definitely Gordon's taste in music - and humour.

Virgil doesn't remember being hover-stretchered to the hangar, but it's good to hear the voices of his family once more.

"Stop your fussing. I'm fine,"

"I'll be the judge of that Mrs. Tracy."

"Matthew Eric Jones!" Grandma starts.

"She middle named me! Did y'hear that Mac? She middle named me!"

"Oooh! Now you're in for it!" Gordon's chimes in, clearly enjoying his inflight entertainment.

"I was a doctor-"

"-And now you're my patient. So, unless you're going to sign an AMA form, you'll sit back nicely, and let me do my job."

"Oooh, I like him." Grandma's voice concedes. "Fine. But if they keep me in, you're bringing the treats! And none of this basket of grapes rubbish. I'm talking chocolate and brandy - neat."

"It's a hospital, Grandma." John's voice reasons.

"And?"

"And you should know - better than most, that they're not gonna let us bring that in for you."

Grandma goes to fold her arms, then winces, with a concealed hiss.

"John. Kid. I'm old! Just stick it in a sippy cup and call it apple juice - they'll never know the difference!"

"Stop tryna...get John...into trouble."

It's a wonderful sound, hearing the deep rumble of baritone. Sally can feel a secondary tightness - one she could not attribute to her injury, leave her broken ribcage.

"Eh. Twas worth a shot." She offers up a warm smile, knowing he cannot see it - both her eldest grandsons sporting large foam trauma blocks; but she hopes he can hear the sentiment within her voice.

"Nice to have you back in the land of the living, kid!"

[earthmoonz]

WIFEY. | EPISODE EIGHT (8.0)

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It was early June now. Nearly two weeks had passed since that night in Henford. Max and Lena had maintained an uncomfortable distance. Their interactions had grown cold, and robotic, not that they were filled with warmth before. But now there was an awkwardness - neither could bear to reveal their true feelings. It was unfathomable that their thoughts could be consumed by a single drunken kiss. A silent understanding had developed. It couldn’t happen again. Life was too complex, too dangerous to allow such frivolity. 

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(LENA): That’s him.

(DIMITRY): Let’s go.

[Text]

[MAX]: [picture] ?

[LENA]: That’s fine. I’ll order it to yours.

(LENA): [Exasperated] C’mon Cam. How long have we known each other?

(CAM CASEY): That don’t matter Lena. I don’t wanna be involved in this. Everything with your lot always ends in a fucking drama. [Off Lena’s hard gaze] Fine. I dealt with Luis once. He wanted some gear shifted and I sorted him out but that’s it. 

[Text]

[MAX TO ROSE]: U up ?

*(MAX/LENA): [Quietly] Fuck.

[iulovemaze]

the fact that mark had to rip his self apart into pieces because he couldn't bear to live without his wife and resorted to severing his brain in order to start over is just so insane. the sheer pain of losing someone so dear and putting yourself through pain to keep going.

[avengerscompound]

Clint Barton & Edwin Jarvis Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes (2004) #5

[oldcountrybear1955]

Casey Levens - Photographed by Scott Teitler

[thevondoom62]

This combination of characters might seem insane, perhaps even more than usual, BUT they all do have something in common. They're all my favorite characters to play as from some of my favorite beat 'em ups of all time.

Casey Jones from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder's Revenge

Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim vs the World

Venom from Spider-Man & Venom: Maximum Carnage

Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks

[nofatclips]

Rain Garden by Protomartyr from the album Formal Growth In The Desert