#( the marvel ones aren't as strong anymore )

[espritsmultiples]

REVAMPING IN PROGRESS

sideblog closed but muse back :: mycroft is back at @seemsdesperateformyattention grantaire is back at @followingthesuntowar

sideblogs closed & where to find them if muse comes back :: gaston's sideblog is closed. >>> @ofvanity lumière's sideblog is closed. >>> @oflumiere

sideblogs closed & muses that move to espritsmultiples :: ( very very tertiary muses that can be spat out on request ) filsdelahaine >>> tybalt capulet || musical based myfateisunimportant >>> angemon || digimon myunconditionalloyalty >>> zoisite || live-action canon; manga compliant

muses who will go back to their blogs if they come back :: ( star trek. ) >>> spock, Q, enterprise ( tolkien. ) >>> celeborn, thranduil, bard, thorin, gil-galad ( robin hood. ) >>> guy of gisborne

CURRENT MUSES ::

> apollo || stray gods > james watson || sanctuary > lord viren || the dragon prince

TENTATIVE MUSES that might pop if anyone wants them ::

> jedikiah price || the tomorrow people > odin || charmed > michael || dominion ( or might get thrown at @gloireceleste ) ( marvel/mcu only. ) >>> everett ross, the vision, clint barton

TENTATIVE MUSES i could bring back from their dead blogs ::

> yondu || guardians of the galaxy > remy lebeau/gambit || x-men > harry wells || the flash

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James is older than you so he thinks he knows better.

Prompt: friends to lovers - "No one has made me smile like you do."

Warnings: steamy ❤️‍🔥

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

~ hope you like this! @alz14 ~

You know James Potter through your older brother, and you like him. You've always liked him, and you've never done much to hide your affections. Even in school, when you were just a naïve second year and James was a "mature" sixth year, you harbored the most obvious of infatuations that your brother teased you about incessantly.

Now that you've just turned twenty and James is almost twenty-five, your feelings have grown, and for your late birthday present, you want a kiss.

Luckily for you, your birthday falls around Christmas—meaning no one bats an eyelash when someone kisses under mistletoe.

"Jamsie—" you sing-song, padding across your brother's apartment in your slipper socks as he hosts a small, early Christmas gathering with his friends. Naturally, you invited yourself, because really, this was a marvelous opportunity.

James, who's known of your feelings since he was a boy, brings his mug of hot chocolate to his lips, grinning to himself when he hears you. He turns around, raising an eyebrow as he sees you standing in front of him in your sparkly red dress, the contrast jarring against your fuzzy pink socks. You're holding mistletoe over both of your heads and fake a shocked expression.

"Oops," you say, jingling the little bell attached to the mistletoe.

James sighs. He thought he knew all your tricks by now, but this one was new. "Hello, bunny," he whispers, lowering your arm. You pout at him, and he shakes his head, tapping your nose condescendingly with his index finger.

"I am not that stupid."

"It's tradition," you argue, crossing your arms. You look around the room. "C'mon, no one is watching us. One kiss."

"No. You're just a kid." James stops you from leaning in by resting his hands on your hips to keep you still. He looks at you, his eyes shining as he takes in how grown-up you look. Damn, you're certainly not a kid anymore, he thinks.

"I'm twenty," you tell him sternly. "We aren't that far apart in age. You just make it a big deal."

James chuckles. "It is a big deal. I'm older, and I'm your brother's best friend. It's wrong."

You huff, staring at him through your eyelashes as you slowly raise your arm again, rustling the mistletoe, and smile at him. "One kiss," you whisper, your nose nuzzling his as you stand on your tiptoes, your free hand holding his strong, muscular arm.

James's chest heaves as he takes you in. You're stunning, and he wants you, but he knows he can't have you.

He begins to shake his head and in your hurry, you go to kiss his cheek. The movement of James's head messes up your calculations, and you kiss the side of his mouth, your soft lips touching his, and a coil suddenly snaps inside him.

His eyes widen, and just as you move to pull away, his hands leave your hips and he's cupping your cheeks, pulling you back in.

You're still holding up the mistletoe as he kisses you back, and after a moment, you finally lower your arm and wrap it around James's neck. James is quick to push you into your brother's small bathroom, knocking stuff over as he sits you on the sink, his hands continuing to explore you as he devours you.

"Jamie," you whisper as he pulls away, his breathing harsh. James's eyes are dark with lust.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, pushing himself away, reality sinking in as he sees the strap of your dress hanging over your shoulder and the flushed expression on your face.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thinks.

"Your brother is going to murder me."

"He doesn’t have to know," you say, hooking your heel behind James's leg, pulling him back in as you keep your leg hooked around his hip. You groan when he's close and look up at him. "More," you say. "I've wanted you for so long, James. Please."

You're begging, and James is losing his mind. How can he resist your begging?

He doesn't. He crashes his lips onto yours, and this time, his hands slip up under your pretty dress, feeling the wetness of your panties. "Shit," he smirks, playing with you for a while, his fingers experienced. His lips trail down your neck, careful not to leave any marks your brother might see.

"So needy for me," his voice sounds breathless.

You nod, holding him closer, feeling yourself lower your defenses and let him in. "Y-yes," you whisper. "No one has ever made me feel like this, James."

"And no one has ever made me smile like you have," he says in your ear, kissing your cheek as he lowers your dress back to cover you. It's a secret confession, a declaration of love, you realize, when he presses his forehead against yours and tells you, "Not now. Not like this. You deserve so much better than this."

You slide down from the sink, and James's hands find your hips as your dress rides up a little, but he ignores it. He just looks at you fondly.

"I promised myself I wouldn't fall for you," he says, tucking some hair behind your ear. "That it was stupid, considering who your brother is, but you made it so damn hard not to. All those years of you following me around like a lost puppy, that pretty smile and those shining eyes. I was doomed from the beginning, love."

"More like fated," you say automatically, your eyes locked onto his.

James laughs, then nods. "Yeah. Fated. That's the word," he says honestly, leaning down to kiss your lips, ignoring how his mind is screaming at him to stop and think of your brother and how wrong this all is—because his heart doesn't have anyone else on its mind but you.

And he wants to keep it that way.

tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg

[meydang]

cute wings

(sfw)

Nameless!Sunday x Nameless!reader

Based on Sunday's ultimate animation and my own headcanons about halovian's lore.

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"So what was that move you whip out earlier? The one with the vines and everything!" You said, clearly impressed while sitting down on one of the couch.

"Have you been hiding the other two pair of wings or do they only come out when you do that last move?" You asked eagerly when Sunday enter the parlor car, the both of you having just gotten back from your trailblazing expidition together. Your eyes following him as he joins you on the couch, with sparks of curiosity in it.

It hasn't been that long since Sunday joined the Astral express, but he could definitely say that it's been enough for him to start opening up to all the nameless and vice versa.

"Ah, are you refering to my supporting spell?" This is the case especially for you, with your seemingly endless energy and desire to learn about everything, it's only a matter of time before you start flooding him with all these question about anything that piqued your interest.

"For halovians, our wings are like a representation of our emotion and power, similar to that of our halo." Sunday pause for a moment, you guessed to try and think of an answer that will satisfy your question.

"To put it simply, take that fight we just won earlier for example, I was using my power to aid us, the wings that appeared were due to my strong emotion and use of power at the moment." He turned to look at you as you nod multiple times, trying to grasp your head around the new information like a lost puppy trying to figure out where it is.

You do that quite often - something Sunday has took notice and find endearing.

Cute, he think.

"Sooo... does that mean the wings can only come out when you are in a state like that?" You finally said after some time. "Aw pity, I was hoping you could make them appear anytime you know, I think they are really adorable!" You said what you were thinking with all honesty, completely oblivious to the fact that your last comment caught the halovian off guard and flustered to his core, hints of red dusting his cheeks.

"Th-that is not entirely correct, I can make them visible if I want to, but I'll need to be in a state of strong emotion or focus on my power in that case." Sunday tries to brush of your compliment about his wings with his answer, but before he could given it anymore thoughts, you have already came up with an idea.

Sunday jolts slightly as you prop your chin onto his shoulder, your face display a smug expression, looking up at him with your hand on top of his own.

"Wait, if I'm correct... Then I'll just have to make you feel emotions strong enough for your cute wings to come out, right?"

Huh? What did you just say? What are you planning? How did- what? There is a million things going through Sunday's head right now and the fact that your gaze are still fixed on him while this is happening does not help at all. Sunday doesn't know what is worse, the way he got insanely flustered just by a few compliments or you being extremely close to him right now.

"Well...? Aren't you gonna say anything?" He heard you said in the slowest and most teasing way possible, as if to get even more reaction from him. Before he could even answer, you stood up and move infront of him.

"Sunday." you said while bending down to face him, your hands on your knees and face tilting down at him with an adoring smile.

Huh?

"Yes?" He managed to say, his head spinning to guess what are you planning to say next.

"Although it hadn't been long since you join the express, you have been adapting and trying your best to keep up with the crew really well." Sunday can feel his cheeks burning with every sweet words uttered from your mouth. You on the other hand, are determined to get his marvelous wings to come out.

"You have done a great job as a nameless... Don't you think so too?" You continue, still looking down at him but leaned in a bit closer, too close for Sunday to maintain his composure. If he still has any, that is.

"Ah, th-thank you. That's very kind of you to say." As his wings move to cover his face, he can here an audible 'aww' coming from you which caught him by surprise. Resulting in him moving them to his side again, for a better view of what was happening.

"It worked!" Opening his eyes, Sunday sees you smiling and gushing over his wings - ah, right, his other wings that have appeared due to him being oh so flustered just by your simple remarks.

"May I touch them?" You asked, your gaze gentle, yet still intense that it makes Sunday gulp nervously as his face turn even more red.

"Yes, you may." Sunday doesn't know why he gave you permission, as if you being in such close proximity to him wasn't enough to get his heart pounding. Especially with the fact that his wings are actually pretty sensitive.

With a happy grin, you reach out to glide over the feathers with the back of your hand, not missing how doing it make Sunday shudders a bit.

"Oh, sorry!" You retrieve your hand after noticing.

"No no, it's fine... please continue." He assured, not wanting you to feel bad. Even if he doesn't exactly want you to keep thumbing his wings like this... purely because it's making him all embarrassed and a blushing mess.

"You know... what I said earlier about you joining the express. I wasn't just teasing you, I actually meant it." You reach out for his wings again, this time with a soft smile, making sure he knows you are being sincere.

Sunday made a dumbfounded expression, or atleast you think he is, his face shows a mix of gratitude and confusion as he stare at you.

"I am grateful that you hold me on such high regards, though... I do not believe I have made any significant contribution to the express, more less better than all of you." Sunday answered truthfully. How could you say all these good things about him when he doesn't deserve any of it? How are you still able to welcome him with open arm? After all his mistakes, after the grand pursuit of a dream paradise through such manipulative methods, and-

"Sunday!"

He blinked,

Once,

Twice,

"Hey, are you okay? You just zoned out for a moment." You move your hands from his wings to his shoulder, sitting down next to him again, tone worried.

"Sorry... I was just deep in thought. Were you saying something?" He quickly apologized, feeling bad for making you worried. Yet again another reason he doesn't deserve your praises, Sunday blames himself.

"I said stop thinking bad about yourself. Don't ever say anything like that... nobody is perfect, everyone has their own flaws and values. You just have to not let your doubts get to you." You turned Sunday towards your direction a bit, so that he's looking at you in the eyes.

"Hm, promise me you'll never think negatively about yourself again." You said firmly, waiting for him.

"I-I promise." With an exhale Sunday replied to you, smilling. "Thank you."

You smile back "There we go, now that's my little angle~"

!?

This is the second time you have caught him off guard in this conversation. Little angle? At this point he swear you will be the death of him eventually, Sunday think as you suddenly lit up.

"Well, let's lighten things up a bit..." you said, pulling out your phone. "Say cheeseeee" what are y-

Snap

Just like that, a picture of Sunday smilling sheepishly and flapping his wings was sent to the astral express family group chat. Earning you a panic, embarrassed Sunday and the multiple 'aww's from the trailblazer and March.

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The Astral Express Family

You: (picture)

You: I found a happy bird on the express today~

March: aww

Trailblazer: wow! Six wings!

Trailblazer: aww

Sunday: ...

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[corvidae-corvus]

Captain Marvel/Billy Batson Headcanon #1, #2, and #3:

I have some Headcanons that are stuck in my head.

So I've been thinking about myths and how Superheroes are the modern myths. Like Greek Mythology. It's just that Superheroes are the new age "Gods" that people worship.

These are stories about heroic deeds and unparalleled evil. So then I start thinking about Captain Marvel and he has a lot of Gods' powers and he's their champion. And it got me thinking about a solo cap story about a modern kid or a kid from the future that becomes the champion just in a universe where our Superheroes (from DC) aren't real people and instead comic book characters, really old Comic book heroes that have been turned into myths. Maybe in this universe Superhero comics stopped being created. And so Billy Batson in this world is chosen to be the champion and the gods he gets aren't soloman, Hercules, Achilles, Zeus, Atlas, and Mercury but instead, they're DC comic book heroes.

Billy with the Strength of Superman, (some DC heroes that starts with H idk) etc etc. it's just gotta make the word Shazam. Or something. And black Adam is the big bad obv, and more and more villains are introduced or something. And we can see Billy interact with these "new gods" cause Superman is a modern day mythos and I just think it'd be cool that Superman is one of the superheroes that he has access to his power. Like a little reference to the fact that Superman inspired Capt Marvel and stuff.

Second "headcanon" I have is that Captain Marvel isn't as strong or stronger than Superman. Wait hear me out please 😭

Ik that this is basically canon in some comics but I'm more so talking about fanfic and fanon Billy. I love the idea of Billy being stronger than Supes but if we think about it a little more. I think both can work. See the gods that are Billy's patrons are based on rl myths we know. I've seen people on Twitter talk about how a lot of modern superheroes are stronger than Greek and Roman mythologies specifically. And basically how Superheros are the modern myths. The strongest thing that's ever lifted is like a mountain (someone said something about Atlas holding the heavens and how that's different or the fact that Superman held it too blh blah blah ignore Atlas) and that's because people back then don't have our modern understanding of space and FUCKING MATH. Basically people kept making stronger and stronger characters.

I also thought of this because of the most recent Captain Marvel comic the 2023 one. How Billy was arguing with the gods and how they were fighting for control of the Captain's body. How they were so desperate to make themselves known to the people of earth to show themselves off basically. To have people worship them again like they used to. I haven't finished the comic I stopped after black Adam was introduced (I need to read it again) anyways that is what I like. The gods arguing and being egotistical. The gods are mad because humanity doesn't worship them anymore and they want Billy to advertise that his patrons are the gods. The patrons are not as strong as Supes. They are ancient beings that cannot keep up with the modern era. But they're still powerful. So after Billy and his patrons have an agreement or whatever Billy agrees to talk about his patrons more often or whatever. This makes more people become more aware of the God's existence and causes a world wide talk about religion (Billy seeing the shit storm he caused: yikes... *Flies away*) and well they get more powerful. Billy becomes more powerful. So Billy gradually becomes more powerful his biggest strength is his magic. Like he's not as physically as powerful as Superman or Wonder woman but he's waayyyy more powerful than people think. Like he curb stomps like 70%-90% of the DC universe. Maybe more maybe less idk much about DC. But add magic into the mix? Yea he's stronger than like 90% of the verse. (Cause he's the champion of magic duh) And actually having Captain Marvel rely more on magic when he's subduing a mind controlled Superman would be like super epic. And then after he's reached his max strength and speed and etc. (Mercury is NOT faster than the flash in this AU yes he does not like the flash family he's jealous) We introduce GOD OF GODS CAPTAIN MARVEL!!! (can you tell I hated that they went NOWHERE WITH THAT THEY JUST STOPPED CONTINUING GOD OF GODS CAPTAIN MARVEL I'M SOOOO PISSED OFF) The old gods fucked off or something idk and REMEMBER BILLY IS THE CHAMPION OF MAGIC WITH THE POWER OF THE GODS!!! Of course he's the champion of every god that has ever existed too!!!! Human gods and alien gods. gods that have existed before and will exist in the future. Most of the more powerful gods dgaf about Billy but some care and some of them are powerful ASF. And Billy gets new patrons. Yes they are the gods from Captain Marvel GOD OF GODS I WANTED MORE OF THEM FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! And so now Billy is more powerful or as powerful as Supes and Diana.

Have Billy grow stronger and stronger gradually. I want big leaps in power too.

This leads into my other headcanon is inspired by Kingdom Come Captain Marvel/Billy Batson. That Billy is a wild card. Billy exists outside of fate. In this Headcanon fate says that a champion will be born before Black Adam's return. Fate chooses Billy, but in doing so is leaving the fate of the world in Billy's hands. Billy can control his own destiny and fate. And he can interfere with other people's fates. That's what makes him so dangerous because the moment Billy is born in the world, the universe starts to change. It starts to become crazier and more magical. It no longer follows a path. Now with every major decision that Billy makes it causes so much change. It is always important. Always makes a wave throughout the universe. The threats start to get crazier and there's a danger that's bigger than the universe expects. Something Magical.

Billy is the catalyst for this change. And if you were to write the DC world like a complete story then I'd make it so the end of the DC era ends with a Captain Marvel Antagonist. He would be the beginning and end of DC. At least in my AU. Or how I'd write Captain Marvel.

Like you're gonna give a character the title Champion of Magic, God of Gods and not have him become basically the most powerful being in existence!? BRO C'MON.

Anyways that's my headcanons and AU's and Opinions on which direction people should go with Captain Marvel/Billy Batson's character.

[tired-biscuit]

forcing naruto to jerk off in front of you while you watch in lust😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

oh. my. god. yes yes yes, AHHHHH!! it's all under the cut, i loved thinking about this!! <3

cw: voyeurism // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

imagine him sitting on the couch of your living room; manspreading. strong legs splayed wide apart, his pants pooling at his ankles along with his vividly bright underwear. his white t-shirt is pushed up to the collar, giving you a clear view of his toned stomach and making your gaze linger. the muscles tighten whenever he flexes his abs. you know that he does it on purpose.

he's always been fond of trying to impress you, after all. even after pinning you down.

and to be honest, it works. his efforts prove to be effective, because the tan skin - that he makes sure is visible for your personal enjoyment - now glows with the golden hour, drawing you right in. as if the sun itself has followed after your footsteps and fallen in love with him, warm rays splash all over his burly body as they seep through the window to his left - their heat making him sweat even more as his hand continues running up and down the entire length of his leaking cock. a thing he rarely executes alone anymore, just so you're happy.

and you are happy about it, of course you are - it's a marvelous sight to look at. he's just so pretty whilst vulnerable like this. so alluring. it's taking everything in your power to not sit on his fat dick and ride it into the fucking sunset.

but instead of doing that, you collect yourself and smile as you continue to watch him palm himself. this cunningly wretched grin that should belong to a feline rather than a sweet girl such as yourself. well, not really.

because you aren't as sweet as you seem, are you? if you actually were, you wouldn't be sitting across from him the way you do now; leaning back on the sturdy coffee table in nothing but a short skirt that he knows isn't hiding anything underneath, because you've made a point to prove it to him by lifting it and spreading your legs for a couple of seconds, making him gape. if you were sweet, you wouldn't be nearly purring as you make him fuck his fist in front of you, watching him smear a mixture of his saliva and lube everywhere; turning it messy with fucking vigour just because this sort of thing makes your pussy wet.

and speaking of messy, his rhythm has become rather quick-paced and uneven now; replacing the languid strokes he had indulged you in presenting earlier.

it doesn't surprise either of you. after nearly thirty minutes of torturing him like this - constantly edging him and never letting him reach his finish - his desire to cum has become so profound that it makes him glare as he clenches his jaw and bares his straight, pearly-white teeth like the dirty dog you make him be just to appease your twisted wishes.

your eyes are nearly glued to his dick. the tip has turned into an angry shade of red by now, leaking pre-cum that makes his skin glisten along with the lube. he's throbbing; the veins protruding, surely noticeable to the touch whilst he strokes and strokes and strokes.

"hey... show it to me," he says at one point, tone so agitated and laced with longing that it yanks you right out of your little daydream.

"hmm?" you blink, but your eyes remain glazed over with a thick coat of lust. christ, that steady pat, pat, pat of his fist touching his abdomen sounds like music to your ears. "what did you say, naru?"

he pouts at your dazed expression. pouts. "i s-said if-... fuck, i said if you could show me that pretty cunt of yours, sweetheart... lemme see how drenched you are 'cause of me, will ya? please." let me cum already, for fuck's sake.

you smile at how breathy his voice has become, eyes glimmering with playful mischief. god, you love it whenever you push his buttons like this. love it whenever you drive him so far up the wall that it provokes the sunshine in him and turns him just a little bit mean. that it makes him spit the flithiest of words, and makes him get this wild look in his eye that could borderline make you cum just with one glance alone.

so it's no wonder why you cross your legs extra cautiously, then. why you pretend to ponder whilst making sure your skirt is nice and secure; letting him catch only a mere hint of your naked thigh and nothing else as you say,

"not unless you go slower, handsome."

[silviakundera]

alright my dudes & dudettes, it's Spirealm time!!

(jazz hands ensue)

fair warning: in these episode reactions I'm not gonna pretend I haven't read the novel. in fact, I purposely finished the novel before viewing, to get The Full Experience. thus novel spoilers, including twist end, included.

I'm spacing out posting these, so you aren't flooded.

The Spirealm Ep 1

* ngl I was legit hyped to see the hallway of doors! I am one of Those People who does not visually imagine stories in their mind, so I don't have much of a preconceived idea of what people or places in a book look like. So adaptions are a special delight for me

* ok, so he's playing a "VR game" and logs off.... OR DOES HE????? In the book, the whole narrative we think he's experiencing for the first time all happens within the 12th door - he has his memory suppressed and only thinks he just entered his first door. I am intrigued at the idea that the drama could be playing a lil bit of a slight of hand here... in which he has been a regular player of 'the official version' already and is already under the thrall. Apparently symptoms include hallucinations and death! Good times. No wonder he wants a black market copy for his very own.

* idk it's just a thought

* Mostly what I found suspicious is that he's already showing super hearing ability and he's having to shake off a mental disturbance

* Chestnut!!! Ok in the 12th door in the novel, at first Chestnut wasn't uber lovey dovey with him anymore. 1st indication of weirdness. In the drama... maybe? we see the cat backing away a bit and resisting, and he has to pull Chestnut over... LQ makes a comment, "I'll give you food, don't move" 🤔🤔🤔🤔

* Suddenly the game shows up in his mail? from Unknown Address... on... isn't it the same day? so that makes no logical sense. (intentional subtext or just cdrama time lol? ) and then for a moment it melds into the game world when he's walking outside... this is all supporting my theories!

* k it's BOYFRIEND TIME. Let's find yo man.

* He either now logs onto the official game (or THINKS that he is logging onto the official version for the 1st time, but he's been inside this whole episode)

* He walks through the door, thinks there's a glitch, and now he believes he's logged off. This time he definitely didn't. DEFINITELY.

* This door looks fantastic.

* He's hit by a car while marveling at the door. Except I don't think so, either time A or B he never logged off. Bro is SEEING FANTASTICAL DOORS IN THE STREET. That's not occurring in our reality.

* I'm really appreciating how disorientating the first episode is, by the way. When does reality end? There are like 7 options to start from.

* FINALLY BOYFRIEND \o/

* "I'm saving you and you still scold me." We may have lost Ruan Baijie 😭😭😭 but this is a nice meet-cute.

* The explanation from Mysterious Future Boyfriend: To put it simply, you're in the game. Here, if you don't finish the game, you can't leave. If you end the game here, you leave... then it really is the end." [universal sliced neck gesture]

(and ok, still banging on that drum, but this vibes with my pet theory - that he never left in the first place...)

* LQ crossed into the game -- and what that means is said to be complicated.

When LQ says as a programmer he can follow an explanation, Ruan Nanzhu just mocks that he hears but doesn't understand.

* Already we are getting a certain vibe, with LQ being backed up into a tree by looming hot stranger. Bro visibly looks down twice (at hottie's lips? at how close their bodies are becoming? the looming increases intensity)

Very strong 20 minute opener imo.

((Post-script: if we want to consider an alternative to the alternate theory of WTF is Reality in this Drama? What if is there a normal game he test plays in the first 12 minutes & separately also The Doors actually exist the same as they do in novel, and he enters on the verge of death and the drama is never actually about a game at all, & he never leaves the 12th door. He just never escapes, baby. 💥😵💥))

(that one is pretty out there tbh. just added for spice. and that very pretty door looking out of place & wholly different than the game decor.)

Next Episode

[pollyna]

Winged!Ice cancer arc? Winged!Ice cancer arc. (@marvel-is-a-bitch)

- He knows something is wrong the day he wakes up and his wings are a little darker and less alive, he moves around the house and he can feel them but he can't really and he can feel the panic building in the centre of his chest and he would like to scream buy his throat hurts too much and he's coughing blood and Mav isn't around and-;

- He wakes up in a hospital bed, his wings spread but they still aren't there. The first faces he sees are Ron's and the second Bradley's and he wants to ask why I can't feel my wings- but the oxygen mask doesn't leave him much space or motion and Ice is asleep before he can think;

- He comes back and, this time, Mav's there sleeping cuddling on his chest and the doctors are looking at them both from the end of the bad. The man says it's cancer and in your throat but it's early on its early stage, we're positive you're going to be okay. Ice smiles, but his wing doesn't twitch. Hours later, after all the exams are said and done Mav's fingers are running through his hair and his wings. Sleep comes in the form of sweets words and utterly scary silence from his side;

- Chemo doesn't take his hair away but his feathers are the first victim and the second is his back because suddenly he can't walk straight for how much they weigh. Slider comes up with a solution that's really something Wolf and Sunny are working on for a parachute and Mav thought it could be done so I did the math? It helps, it really does. But it doesn't make Ice feel better;

- The first time he tries to fly again it feels like beginning ten again, his mom just out of the door and him not know what to do. He tries to fly, but his feet are staccato from the ground no more than three feet when he falls. He never touches the ground because Bradley is there to save him, Jesus dad are you trying to hurt yourself?!, and Maverick is kissing him softly for hours after that. He doesn't try to fly again, he is kinda basking in the doting. He promises Baby Goose he's going to take him up once he's okay again and his boy, a man these days, hugs him strongly enough to let him melt;

- The operation comes and goes, Mav is yet again out for deployment and his voice is almost gone. The doctor says the keyword is almost. Seven weeks after Ice is talking with Mav over a video chat and Badley is making dinner when his left wing twices a little. Mav realizes before Ice and the man almost don't get why his husband is crying. It's the first step and it gives them a little more hope to hold to;

- The left wing doesn't move for almost a year after that. The right doesn't either. Healing is bone exhausting and Ice feels like curling under the sun and not moving anymore, just to feel relief from everything for a little while;

- It takes two years of slow, sometimes painful and sometimes not, and steady learning how to live again not in the prospect of having died on his back and then-then his wings start to move again. They aren't strong as they were before cancer but their weight is everyday lighter on his back and when people, Mav or Slider or Baby Goose, touch them he can finally feel it. In some ways, Ice feels like this is the moment he's reborn, more than when the doctor said he was in remission. It starts with a slight flicker of his wings and, not even a moment after, he's three feet from the ground and not falling;

- What follows is one of the funniest weeks of his life because now he can go around his house and the base without walking and creeping behind people before asking random questions and enjoying people's reactions. Mav starts leaving chairs around the house because they can both have fun and he loves kissing his husband being just a little taller, enough to make Ice want to fly swing just a little higher.

[mvndrvke]

MVNDRVKE ; independent selective multimuse, written by luna ( 29; they/he )

A STUDY IN : ignoring canon, incoherent opinions on random muses, reimagining myth, musical references, adhd periods of hyperfixation, failing to answer messages consistently, forming complex dynamics between characters, and more.

MYTHOS AFFILIATED WITH @nosestealer & @fateschnge & @whinedarksea & @ga1adriel & @moltolavoro & @valorums & @ofprevioustimes & @bauresurrected & @lovehoned

mobile muse list under the cut.

ACTIVE MUSES. the favorite kids, the ones that get the most focus and have the most consistent muse.

literature.

MYTH. penelope of ithaca & iphthime of ithaca & orpheus & poseidon & hades PJO. nico di angelo* & cecil markowitz THG. effie trinket LOTR. celeborn

television / film-based

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. meg giry HOTD. theldry strong & marin royce GOT. shireen baratheon* & rickon stark* STAR WARS. shmi skywalker

LOW-ACTIVITY MUSES. still adored but get less consistent attention.

literature

MYTH. achilles & neoptolemus & menelaus PJO. annabeth chase* & mai castellan THG. johanna mason TWILIGHT ( anti-smeyer ). carlisle cullen & bella swan LOTR. haldir

television / film-based

BRIDGERTON. edwina sharma HOTD. harwin strong & joffrey velaryon SHADOW & BONE. harij ghafa & inej ghafa ( primary verse is asoiaf ) STAR WARS. satine kryze* & seril jinn DOCTOR WHO. martha jones AVATAR. kiri augustine

REQUEST / RETIRED. muses that aren't active anymore, but i'd still love to write. we don't need to have discussed it for you to send a meme in for these muses, they're just not really active anymore/not muses i focus on without expressed interest from a writing partner.

literature

PJO. paul blofis & grover underwood THG. haymitch abernathy

television / film-based

STAR WARS. ahsoka tano MARVEL. peter parker GOT. arya stark*

TEST. new muses i want to try out before i add them to my muse list.

LOTR. boromir & eowyn MYTHOLOGY. medea

[feedergirlblogger]

My fav quotes from Our perfection in mess (sorta out of context but still cute lol)

Some of this are sweet and romantic and some kinky for a balance

1. "He had lots of intelligence and depth inside of him, unlike the picture-perfect fit men who tried their turns flirting with her but never succeeded. She marveled at his complexities, knowing she could love him as he was."

2. "But, seriously, you aren't "too" anything to me, I think you are perfect as you are."

3. " "Of course I do, I guess I love you too much to resist," August said after a loud swallow, with a submissive sheepish grin, while in other aspects of his life, he was tenacious and strong-minded with a no-nonsense attitude, when it came to food his self-control seemed to disappear and Lucy knew she had him wrapped around her fingers, and she reveled in the power she held over his appetites. She didn't have to use any form of manipulation or persuasion, he just seemingly couldn't stop himself around food he loved. "

4. "The future she always wanted didn't seem like a dream anymore but instead her reality. Her and August's reality."

5. “You’re turning into quite the slob, seriously,” Lucy added, glancing at the empty wrappers scattered around and cigarette butts on his ashtray. “It’s like you can’t decide whether to wreck your health with cigarettes or junk food, so you’re going all out on both.”

6. "She couldn't help but notice how he was eating all the time, his belly seemed to be a bottomless pit. This, and the softness of his body pressed against her smaller one made her increasingly horny."

[morrisxn02]

ogden college (un)official class playlist ! if you already thought they needed therapy, wait until you see their designated taylor swift songs !

PART TWO: ogden college (taylor's version)

clean, from 1989 (taylor's version)・henrietta astor

"the drought was the very worst, when the flowers we'd grown together died of thirst. it was months and months of back and forth. you're still all over me, like a wine-stained dress i can't wear anymore."

peace, from folklore・reina azarolla

"but i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm. if you cascade, ocean wave blues come. all these people think love's for show, but i would die for you in secret."

picture to burn, from taylor swift・ida clarke

“there's no time for tears. i'm just sitting here planning my revenge. there's nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends. and if you come around saying you're sorry to me, my daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be..."

cowboy like me, from evermore・lincoln crawford 

"i've got some tricks up my sleeve. takes one to know one... you're a cowboy like me, never wanted love, just a fancy car... now i'm waiting by the phone, like i'm sitting in an airport bar. you had some tricks up your sleeve..."

carolina, from where the crawdads sing ost・nova dodson

"lost i was born, lonesome i came; lonesome i'll always stay. carolina knows why for years i roam free as these birds, light as whispers, carolina knows."

mastermind, from midnights・sassa fiske

"no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since. to make them love me and make it seem effortless... this is the first time i felt the need to confess. and i swear, i'm only cryptic and machiavellian 'cause i care."

the last great american dynasty, from folklore・charlie fletcher 

“there goes the last great american dynasty. who knows, if she never showed up, what could have been? there goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen, she had a marvelous time ruining everything.” 

betty, from folklore・jesse hart 

“if you kiss me, will it be just like i dreamed it? will it patch your broken wings? i'm only seventeen. i don't know anything, but i know i miss you...”

this is me trying, from folklore・carmen hearst

"they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential. and my words shoot to kill when i'm mad. i have a lot of regrets about that... i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here..."

lavender haze, from midnights・ollie inoue

"talk your talk and go viral, i just need this love spiral. get it off your chest. get it off my desk. i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me. surreal. i'm damned if i do give a damn what people say."

only the young, from miss americana・mika ishii

“and the big, bad men, with their big bad plans, their hands all stained with red... oh, how quickly they forget. they aren't gonna help us. too busy helping themselves. they aren't gonna change this... we've got to do it ourselves!”

gold rush, from evermore・logan iyande

“i don't like anticipating my face in a red flush. i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. anybody wants you, but i don't like a gold rush. what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? with your hair falling into place like dominos? my mind turns your life into folklore..."

a place in this world, from taylor swift・samantha jimenez 

"i'm alone, on my own, and it's all i know. i'll be strong, i'll be wrong. oh, but life goes on... i'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world."

dorothea, from evermore・nixie linghui

“hey, dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me? when we were younger. down in the park, running, making a lark of our misery...”

nothing new (feat. phoebe bridgers), from red (taylor's version) ・ roxie marsh

“and my cheeks are growing tired of turning red and faking smiles. are we only biding time until i lose your attention? and someone else lights up the room... people love an ingénue.”

fearless, from fearless (taylor’s version) ・courtney mills

“we’re driving down the road, i wonder if you know i’m trying so hard not to get caught up now. but you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.”

champagne problems, from evermore・cara morrison

"one for the money, two for the show, i never was ready, so i watched you go... sometimes you just don't know the answer until someone's on their knees and asks you. 'she would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head', they said."

evermore (feat. bon iver), from evermore・edward morrison 

"hey december, guess i'm feeling unmoored. can't remember what i used to fight for... i rewind the tape, but all it does is pause on the very moment i was lost sending signals to be double-crossed. and i was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter, catching my death."

no body no crime (feat. haim), from evermore・greer morrison

"they think she did it but they just can't prove it. she thinks i did it but she just can't prove it. oh, no body, no crime... i wasn't letting up until the day he died."

end game, from reputation・milo navarro

“i hit you like bang, we tried to forget it but we just couldn't and i bury hatchets, but i keep maps of where i put them. reputation precedes me, they told you i'm crazy. i swear i don't love the drama, it loves me.”

castles crumbling (feat. hailey williams), from speak now (taylor's version)・alethea pierce

“once i had an empire, in a golden age. i was held up so high, i used to be great... they used to cheer when they saw my face. now i fear i have fallen from grace."

dear reader, from midnights・lennon reed

"so i wander through these nights, i prefer hiding in plain sight. my fourth drink in my hand; these desperate prayers of a cursed man spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling, please. you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking..."

the archer, from lover・magnolia rhodes

"i've been the archer... i've been the prey. screaming 'who could ever leave me, darling?', but who could stay?”

the lakes - original version, from folklore・monty richler

"i want auroras and sad prose, i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, 'cause i haven't moved in years and i want you right here. take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong. and my beloved, neither do you..."

mad woman, from folklore・anya saetang

"what did you think i'd say to that? does a scorpion sting when fighting back? they strike to kill. and you know i will..."

forever winter, from red (taylor's version)・nathaniel shaw  

“he says he doesn't believe anything that he hears these days. he says 'why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?' he spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be, he spends most of his flights getting pulled down by gravity." 

mirrorball, from folklore・natalia vega

"i'm still a believer, but i don't know why. i've never been a natural. all i do is try, try, try. but i'm still on that trapeze, i'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me."

new romantics, from 1989 (taylor's version)・jacqui velazquez

“we need love, but all we want is danger. we team up and switch sides like a record-changer. the rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true."

wildest dreams, from 1989 (performed at the grammy museum)・parker walsh

"say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. red lips and rosy cheeks... say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams..."

hey stephen, from fearless (taylor's version)・malik wright 

"i've seen it all, so i thought. but i've never seen nobody shine the way you do... the way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name... it's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change. hey stephen, why are people always leaving? i think you and i should stay the same..."

seven, from folklore・mari zuko

“and i've been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted. your dad is always mad and that must be why. and i think you should come live with me and we could be partners, and you won't have to cry, or hide in your closet..."

[sleepydross]

If you would write a pulp fiction mystery, or something similar, what would the opener be? Who gets merced? How does the victim die? What would be the perfect opener in your specific eyes?

this if itll finally let me post it Normally, the streets would've been dark, too dark to see without the streetlights - but those were out, too. All kinds of things were going to Hell, and fast. There was one thing Walter knew, however…

It was the same thing everyone else knew, too.

So he took a sip of his scotch and stopped looking out the window, and listened to the dame on the stage - she was something else entirely, tall, gorgeous, muscles tight beneath skin shiny with sweat. The humidity was bad, but the streets were flooded, the tides too wild and unpredictable.

"Have there always been three moons? Have there always been three moons?" she sang, and these questions hung in the air like streams of leaden smoke, curling and twisting and resonating too hard.

It wasn't dark out there, on account of Luna's new sisters. Their official names were 'Scarlet' and 'Roanoke' for government-code-name reasons he'd never get to understand. He liked to think of them as 'Pam' and 'Mabel,' sounded more friendly.

She sang on, about those moons and those questions. People had lots of questions, those days, and were short on answers. Life had gone and gotten hard, and everyone was flagging.

And then he sat down, right across from Walter. A server followed, setting the table with a bounty - a bottle of dark whiskey and enough sushi to put him to sleep for a week.

"What do you want?" he asked the newcomer - but he poured some whiskey on his sad, boozeless rocks and took a sip. It was high end, good shit, probably pre-lunar fracture. The newcomer was handsome, skin dark and rich, cool in tone - near blue, in the dim light of the joint.

"What don't I want, Walter?" he asked, and Walter had to stop himself from swooning - no vapors on cases, he kept his head clear. Clear enough. Acceptably clear. Alcohol was a slight issue. "Got your attention, then? Marvelous. I'll keep this brief. Luna's hurting, we can all see the red smeared across her surface - but the question we all want the answer to? Who killed her, and let her sisters and their friends in?"

"Yeah, we all want that answer, buddy, but we ain't gonna get it - some spook from whatever's left of the CIA will peep that shit long before civvies like me hear about it. So, that in mind, tell me what you want, or let me drink in peace," Walter replied, coming on strong and keeping the heat up - most people balked when they started to sweat.

"Aren't you precious? There is no CIA, Walt, not anymore - there is, however, Grimbo Shanks… a man with not inconsiderable resources and a desire to find out who killed the moon," this tall, devilishly handsome stranger said, drawing a card from the breast pocket of his immaculately tailored suit. "There is a payphone, on East Third and Birmingham, on street level - it's not flooded, not yet. Get there… and call this number if you want answers too."

With that, the stranger rose and walked briskly away. Walt tried to follow him, and lost the man almost instantly in the moving ocean of servers and sad drunks that he numbered so humbly among. Grumpy, Walter sat down, and picked up the card.

'Grimbo Shanks - The Order of Eyes.'

"…fuckin' nutter," he muttered - but before he could toss the card away, he sniffed it, finding a familiar odor touching his nose. "Impossible."

But it wasn't. A sniff again brought that gut wrenching smell right back into his nostrils, and left him aching for more. It hadn't been made, hadn't been available, since before the Fracture… and he'd, once upon a time, known the man who wore that cologne and complained like Hell when they discontinued it, even if it was awful and a bit too woody.

"Can't be," he said. He hadn't gone by Grimbo Shanks, back then… but it wasn't a far cry to imagine that theatrical prick taking up a new name in a new world.

Grunting, he got up, slumping towards the door, intent on seeing if there were any Gossha around the lower levels who wanted to drink some blood - if he was going to get to a phone before high tide hit, he was going to need to sober up.

[namor-shuri]

Love your edits and overall page 💘 What other ships do you enjoy outside of Nashuri/Namuri, if you care to share?

Hey 🧡 Thank you for the love, I have fun making them! Lowkey bummed my posts aren’t posting to tags anymore but alas. With the recent "what ships piss you off + what ships do you love" trend going around Twitter, I was just thinking about mine the other day and realized most of them have some sort of angst to them 😅 Outside of NAMOR X SHURI, here are some of my other fave ships over the years [in no particular order] Let’s get into it *cracks knuckles*

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A. SAM X BUCKY: "Can you move your seat up?" "No."

I have to say that this ^ line reeled me in but what sealed my fate was the offscreen friendship between Antony Mackie and Sebastian Stan. Those damn compilation vids on yt killed me; they are too funny together. I genuinely feel like they aren't even acting when they work together. You can see their friendship shine through, and I think that's why Marvel realized they needed to do something with this goldmine. In regards of the characters Sam and Bucky tho, I enjoy both a romantic or platonic love between them. There's a strong connection there either way full of support, transparency, shared pain etc and these two losers have my heart. Also, I will never get over that scene in Endgame when Steve speaks with Sam and before accepting the shield, Sam looks over at Bucky and Bucky nods in support *ugly cries*

Show: The Falcon & The Winter Soldier

B. FLEABAG X PRIEST: "I love you." "It will pass."

This ship is definitely one of those ships that devastated me 🥴 Their awkward and yet endearing connection was everything. Fleabag’s dry humor and wit just jelled so well with the Priest in such an unassuming and comforting way. She truly found her match, which made the whole thing that much more tragic. The parts where he broke the fourth wall with the audience and questioned who she was talking to took me out lmao. I was heartbroken with how the show ended but in the midst of everything, it felt fitting. I don’t think they should have done it any different. I also find it funny that we never learn Fleabag or the Priest’s actual names.

Show: Fleabag

C. INUYASHA X KAGOME: "Sit boy!"

These two are one of my first ships when I was young so the nostalgia hits hard with them. As an adult looking back tho, Inuyasha and Kagome’s relationship pissed me off the majority of the show rofl. His back and forth with Kikyo was SO unnecessary. They were so aggravating at times that at one point it was a toss up between Inuyasha and Koga for me. Koga was looking like the better man for Kagome. He meant business and knew where his priorities were. But in the midst of it all, Inuyasha and Kagome’s bond just did something for me. I remember younger me freaking out every time Inuyasha lost his shit and went full demon mode when Kagome was in any eminent danger. I was like “that’s love right there” lmao smh. Also the fact that they kissed like one time [twice??] during the entire show was so *screams into void*

Show: Inuyasha

D. LO'AK X TSIREYA: "Outcast - that's all they see!" "I see you."

Shout out to my fellow Avatar fans out there ✌🏾 I remember when the first movie came out, I freaked out and wanted a banshee SO BAD bruh lol. With the second installment and it’s new batch of dope characters, there’s so much to talk about [especially with these two]. They are basically a mirror of Jake × Neytiri, but in a different font? I love how attentive Tsireya is with Lo’ak and how much she looks out for him and his siblings. She was the first person to truly embrace and see him for him. Their love lanquage is clearly physical contact and it's too adorable. I look forward to seeing how their dynamic/ relationship evolves over future films to come. My blue babes 💙

Movie: Avatar - The Way of Water

E. STEVEN / MARC X LAYLA: "I don't need protection. What I need is honesty."

First of all, this show was sick on so many levels! You’re telling me we got to have a Guatemalan-American actor and Egyptian-Palestinian actress play mcu characters in a show revolving around Egyptian gods and legends sprinkling in themes of mental health and family?? To say I can’t wait for the second season is an understatement, but I digress. I loved Oscar and May together on screen. It was funny seeing Steven and Marc go back and forth over their dynamic with Layla and then Layla grappling with the multifaceted differences of the man [men?] she loved. I enjoyed all of the action sequences but I hope we get to see more of their complicated relationship explored in the future. It’s just so fascinating to me. I will never get over Steven kissing Layla for the first time and Marc absolutely losing it lmao.

Show: Moon Knight

F. AMY X DANNY: "Why is it so hard for us to be happy?"

Now before y’all hop on my dick for posting about this show [in the midst of recent controversy w/ David Choe, which f*ck that guy btw🖕🏾] I watched this BEFORE Choe’s shit came to light. I can’t tell you what to do. You have to personally make that judgment call of whether or not you want to support/watch the show yourself. Anywho *fixes clothes* This show is insane. It's hilarious, tragic, relatable, the whole nines. There’s so much to it but these two specifically take the cake for me. Amy and Danny's relationship take a minute to come into fruition but by the time I got to the end, I was hooked. I also just need Ali and Steven to do another project together because their a quirky pair, but their a pair I didn't know I needed until now. It was beautiful to see how despite all of their strife, Amy and Danny truly saw one another’s souls. They were reflections of one another. That entire tripping sequence in the desert the last ep was funny af but beyond deep.

Show: Beef

G. DRUIG X MAKKARI: "My beautiful, beautiful Makkari. Did you miss me?"

I'm going to be real with y’all, Druig and Makkari were the one good thing that came out of Eternals for me [aside from Kingo and Phastos' roles]. I don’t know what it was but I couldn't get into the movie for some reason and what threw me was the fact that I thought I would. They only had like 2 seconds on screen but they were the only thing I could think of walking out that theater. I swear I couldn't get over their charming dynamic. That scene where Makarri thought Druig was killed and starts going ape shit on Ikarus was peak cinema. No one harms her man! It was also such a dope moment to learn later on that the actress who plays Makarri, Lauren Ridloff, is deaf in real life. I bow down to that Queen. These two characters are just *chefs kiss* and I really hope Marvel doesn't mess up a good thing and we get to see their relationship blossom over time in a beautiful way. This Druig ^ line KILLED me. Me and who when?

Movie: Eternals

H. ZUKO X KATARA: "You rise with the moon. I rise with the sun."

Yes Aang x Katara are cute but Zutara? ZUTARA?? *violently bangs credit card on table* It was full of angst, grief, healing, sexual tension, the list goes on. They could relate to one another’s pain with losing a parent and so on. Zuko helping her find and confront her mother’s killer was everything too. Of course she had every right to be pissed at him and the fire nation but it was nice seeing Zuko work to gain Katara’s trust over time. He caused so much pain and damage to the avatar crew so for him to come back and try and rectify things was monumental. This is also one of those shows growing up that had me in a chokehold. I couldn’t decide what element I wanted to bend because all benders were so badass to me [my girl Toph was the mvp tho. Hands down the coolest].

Show: Avatar - The Last Airbender

I. RAGNAR X LAGERTHA: "We shall meet again and fight, and drink, and love one another."

Where are my fellow Viking fans? ⚔️ This show was INCREDIBLE and their love story specifically was so layered and complicated. Lagertha was the epitome of loyal but I love that outside of her dynamic with Ragnar, she was just such a dope character overall. She really held her own and took no shit from anyone, man or woman. Her hands were rated E for everyone. Their love had its huge ups and downs but you could tell after everything, there was still a deep affection there. They would do anything for one another and that was apparent every step of the way. Even after Ragnar’s death, Lagertha still kept the love she held for him in her heart. His dynamic with each character on the show was intriguing but nothing beats their powerful connection. She was one of the few people who got to see all of the real and raw sides of him and that was beautiful. The show was never the same once Ragnar’s character died [which I still don’t understand this monumental writing decision??] but it was amazing nonetheless.

Show: Vikings

J. LOUIS X LESTAT: "I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always."

I didn’t watch the first iteration of this novel so I was completely new going into the show. I heard about it way after it came out but it did not disappoint. It lived up to the hype 100%. Louis, Lestat and Claudia were such a disastrous trio but I loved the little family they created [before things went south rofl]. Louis and Lestat’s story was intriguing and I was engaged from start to finish. I swear that moment when the reporter Daniel put two and two together that Louis gave Lestat an out, I yelled at my screen lol. Their love was intense to say the least and although certain moments were hard to watch, these two were electric. With that, it was so suspenseful watching Louis and Claudia ban together towards the end and scheme against Lestat to gain their freedom. The whole thing was just so *sighs* *refrains from writing a novel*

Show: Interview with the Vampire

K. BRAEDEN X DEREK: "I’m protecting my investment."

I know a lot of people shipped him and Stiles together [I mostly enjoyed their entertaining dynamic in a platonic way] but Derek and Braeden did something for me. They fought bad guys while being domestic together and younger me ate that shit up lol. Also seeing a black woman be in a type of role and show like this was also 1000/10. More black women in fantastical roles please 🙏🏾 I feel like this was the first healthy romantic relationship Derek was in too and it just had good vibes all around. He truly learned to trust a lover again. The beginning of their relationship was also hot af and that initial “anything you can do, I can do better” cat and mouse back and forth was *chefs kiss* That scene where she was teaching him how to use a gun >>>>> The reboot of Teen Wolf was not my cup of tea + I was bummed we didn’t get to see future Draeden [or their future kids??] but alas. We always have S3-S5 to look back on.

Show: Teen Wolf

L. WOO X JUN-HO: "What if you think of it as dancing the waltz?"

They are for sure one of my favorite ships. Woo and Jun-Ho need to be protected at all costs 🫶🏾 I don’t even know where to start with these two or this show. If you haven’t watched it yet, please go watch it. It’s on my top kdrama list for sure. Being close to people in my life with Autism, it was heartwarming to see how Jun-ho treated Woo. He treated her like a human being. He was loving, empathetic, patient, kind. All of the ways you should be with others in general, no matter how different or similar they are to you. It was fascinating seeing how the show tackled the subject of relationships that involve differing mental conditions and capabilities. The show was such a slow burn with them that when they had their first kiss I LOST it. I was giggling, screaming and kicking my feet in real time lmao. I’m conflicted bc I want to see a S2 but I also want it to stay the way it is. I don’t know how they would continue everyone’s story but if they resume it, I will be SAT.

Show: Extraordinary Attorney Woo

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I'm realizing a big trope I cling to is "Enemies to lovers". I don’t know what it is about it but it just eats each and every time. It has a certain je ne sais quoi 🤌🏾✨There are a BUNCH of other ships l love but I'll cap it here before this post becomes a whole novel.

THANK YOU < 3

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

@left-hand-of-the-forbidden-one 's tags

Oh Mommy Emilia, you just take the metal bat out when I throw blind punches don’t’cha?

The kindred spirits of C.C. and Adam like this, fathers who lost everything-- their homes, their children, their wives-- all for a noble greater purpose that took and took and left them nothing but a home that isn't theirs. Fawcett for C.C. isn't the one he knew, it isn't the town he raised his kids in and lived to protect before, his friends aren't there. Adam has Khandaq but it's millennia later and unfamiliar to him, the only thing that is familiar are the crumbling statues of his gods and his own visage in a country that has suffered dictator after dictator in his absence.

But Adam left, he left to serve and diligently do his role and in his absence his family died. He killed their murderer but it did no good, they were gone and no matter how strong he was or how much he grieved his decisions he could not bring them back. He tried to make things right by them, to lead his country out of the cycle they'd been trapped in and protect them but he went too far by the Wizards standards.

C.C. stayed, he stayed and he held on as hard as he could but when he saw the writing on the wall he flew out and tried with all his might to hold his world together, to hold his family together or die trying. He went too far like Adam, a desperate man trying so hard to protect what matters to him. He almost ripped time and space apart, that's why he's there now, and all he can do is protect what isn't his anymore.

Both are living for others who don't know him, who know an ideal of them, be it a mythic Champion of the oppressed or a modern hero of hope and "Do good and good will follow." The people of Khandaq know their Shah as well as any politician or religious leader, Billy and Mary know their father as well as anyone who lost a parent young would. Mary less because, in PoS continuity, she had amnesia of her life and just barely recognized Captain Marvel as her dad.

C.C. is a dead man and Adam is deified king, they have nothing of their humanity to return to.

anyway after all that and the last tag of "you were given another chance. maybe it's time he was given one too" has me thinking of C.C. being Adams wingman when he meets Adrianna and his best man/officiant at his wedding. In the short time we had that wonderful couple it's made clear they take in a lot of kids from neighboring war-torn countries and refugees of many natures and I think C.C. should get to really Dad It Up and be a caretaker for a lot of them.

Okay, worms and mold and all the infectious wriggly things that invade my mind like how Shazam has, blame @ghost144444

So, PoS had a fun alternate reality where C.C. and Marilyn Batson were the respective Captain and Mary Marvel of their world. That world fell apart despite C.C.'s efforts to keep it together so his family could be together and happy (for once). Ghost posed the idea of a fatherly Captain Marvel, and it's C.C. who just lost his entire family.

And I am mixing those together to pose that, oh yeah, C.C. is Captain Marvel and operating as The One And Only Captain, but it isn't his universe. His world fell apart, the wife he knew and the version of Marilyn here is dead, his kids are split and the world is as it was always supposed to be.

But Billy isn't Captain Marvel.

Somehow, by some miracle or curse, C.C. managed to find his way to before his son was shouldered with that burden. He gets the Wizard to agree that, with a Champion whose lost everything already ready and willing to be the current Champion, there's no need to burden Billy like how it's "supposed to be"

So this Billy is still how he normally is, but when he gets the exclusive on this new hero and gets his Whiz Job for after school covering it (while also finagling his own apartment through narrative spite) he has this upsetting and sad feeling the whole time that that hero is his dad. It has to be, he looks just how he remembers him. Maybe he doesn’t smile much or at all, and maybe he’s just holding on too hard or wishing stupidly like a dumb kid, but it has to be him. Right?

Meanwhile Mary is still having her nightmares and just barely remembering a family that was both her parents and a brother she can hardly put a face to, but she knows that her city’s new hero looks just like how she remembers her dad. And Nora? Seeing her cousins husband in the face of some new hero that popped up years later? In a world like DC’s with so much nonsense that it has to be real that he’s back from the dead? What’s she supposed to think? Or her husband Nick, who has a record and is just as guilty as Nora for falsifying the papers they used to adopt Mary.

Thoughts are thoughting and I’m sharing what’s literate rn, peace

[thefanbasewhore]

Arguments in which you sleep on the couch with marvel men

summary: what happens we you sleep on the sofa after an argument

characters: Steven Grant, Matt Murdock, Bucky Barnes (will do another set if requested)

Marvel Men preferences master list

Steven Grant

Arguments are a rare occurrence.. so when they do happen Steven is just as confused as he is upset. How did it get to this point?

One minute he's leaving for work and then the next you're yelling, frustration as clear as day as well as the crystal tears which freely flow down your cheeks.

The apartment isn't big at all, the lack of walls makes it hard to escape his presence. The fact that you gathered some blankets and pillows while laying on the sofa makes Steven's brows knit.

Before you know it Steven is on his knees, using the edge of the sofa's cushions as he speaks softly, "Darling, why are you here?"

Honestly, you don't know, today has been a hard day. Everything that could go wrong, absolutely has and poor Steven, the man that caters to your every request has gotten the blunt of it. It just happened, he didn't mean to leave his clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, he woke up late this morning. He didn't mean to leave the kitchen in shambles either.

It's like he knows you; and your racing mind. A hand gently strokes the hair from your forehead and leans forward to press a kiss against your nose. "It's okay, everything is fine."

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve to be treated like this.." the words are followed by tears which are only crushed under the soft pad of his thumb.

"Come back to bed, honey. It's so cold without you."

Matt Murdock

Matt is stubborn, always has been and always will be but it gets to the point where it's absolutely maddening. He will not be the first to apologize despite the last hour of screaming back and forth at each other.

He's the type to ignore it until it finally works itself out but will secretly sulk at the fact you're no longer speaking to him or in this case, sleeping with him either.

He almost has to stop himself from commenting on how childish you looked, stomping into the room and grabbing your pillow before slamming the door close. In the morning you're still fast asleep, clinging to the pillow.

With a coffee mug in the other hand, he uses the left to pull the blanket up and over your shoulders. Winters in New York City aren't kind to apartments like his, he turns up the heat before setting off for another day of work.

On the third day he decides enough is enough, it's about 9pm when his strong arms wrap around you, lifting you into the air before wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. With a strong arm secure around your waist, he reaches for the pillow and ignores your protest.

"I don't want to sleep with you, Mathew."

He presses a kiss against your temple, "I don't care what you want, it's cold."

Bucky Barnes

Bucky is the type to be completely confused. He can't tell that you're angry at him - it's hard to miss with the silence and small jabs. But when you don't come to bed, poor baby is so confused.

He'll quietly creep behind the couch, biting his bottom lip as he watches you snuggle closer with the blanket as the TV blares some show you're watching.

"You're not coming to bed?"

"No." Short and simple.

Bucky clears his throat and before you know it he's jumping onto the sofa, tucking himself between your body and the cushions. Metal arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer, sighing into your hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping with you. Hard when you're not in bed."

Maybe you were being a little hard headed, it's not like Bucky meant to shrink your favorite shirt in the washer, he was only trying to take some responsibilities off of you.

Without a word you turn to face him, only to find puppy dog eyes, "I didn't mean to shrink your shirt, honey."

"I know, buck. I'm not mad anymore."

[whattheheckmidoriya]

Who are you hurting for?

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Description: Though Shota cares for you very deeply, his insecurities never gave way for him to voice such tender feelings. He hated it took almost losing you to admit he loves you.

AU: Hanahaki disease (I'm no expert on the topic, but I read the strong belief of being in a one-sided love relationship is enough to cause the disease, so please have that in mind as you read!)

Warnings: Angst, eventual fluff, blood, Aizawa truly being the most emotionally constipated man in existence

Word Count: 3,034

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His favorite flowers were camellias.

It had been a beautiful spring day, twinkling with morning dew under the warmth of the sun. The sweet aroma of flowers and fresh harvests wafted through the air like a perfume he'd become familiar with. It reminded him of you and the way you'd tug at his hand in excitement whenever you spotted a new flower in bloom. Your smile was contagious.

He didn't care much for flowers, really, but he couldn't deny the flutter in his heart as you pulled him along the shop, rambling about the meaning of each little bundle of colorful petals. Aizawa had sat by, seemingly uninterested, as you marveled at the blooming wonders around you, but he secretly admired the twinkle in your eye that rivaled the sun above. Never would he say it, but he loved moments like these; he loved these moments when you were no longer heroes and just two people finding wonders in the simple things in life.

Part of him wished he could freeze the frame, and stay in that moment forever. Shota so desperately wanted to stay there.

The soft ruffling of leaves still echoed in his mind, the amusement that bubbled in his chest as you'd excitedly run off to steal a look at another flower was a feeling he could've gotten drunk on.

Shota had to admit, he was never good at sharing. He wasn't good at sharing his space. He struggled to share his time. He was clueless when it came to sharing his emotions. He tried, though; you were worth the effort.

The melodic sound of your voice had pulled him in your direction as you had thrust a flower pot housing blood-red bundles of petals he hadn't seen before into his hands. Dark eyes fleeted from your smile to the flowers and then back to you. A curious tilt of his head was all he could muster under the brilliance of your smile.

He remembers the way his fingers had tingled at your caring touch. "My destiny is in your hands," That's what you'd whispered to him then, your voice, smooth and sweet, like a song he could get lost in. Heat had risen to his cheeks, his eyes widening a mere fraction. He peered back down at the flowers. There was warmth in your gaze, the kind that could lull his heart into rest. It was the kind of warmth that made him feel so lost, so vulnerable, so out of his element. And though these feelings were foreign within his heart, he welcomed them in with ease.

"What are these?" The words come through his lips in a gentle breath. He wondered what cosmic powers worked to light up your smile in such a heavenly way.

Sweet perfumes seeped from the petals in his hands, tickling his nose. Without much effort, he leaned into the aroma, letting the crimson petals caress his cheeks, though he found himself reveling in the ghostly touch of your fingers as you carefully tucked straying wisps of hair behind the contour of his ear.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Shota couldn't focus on the flowers in his hands anymore. No, he much preferred peering up to meet your gaze, a dazzling thing that surely held the lovelier things in life within.

"Yeah," he breathed. The usually sharp lines of his gaze softened ever so slightly. "They are."

And you spoke about these flowers with so much love in your voice, your lips curling in ways he wanted to remember— ways he wanted to feel. You spoke softly as if your words were sacred things meant for his ears only. He greedily basked in that feeling. It was then he'd declared these blooming wonders his favorite of the bunch.

He said he'd only buy them if it got you both to leave the flower shop before the sunset; in reality, he bought them because they so vividly reminded him of you. You and your nurturing touch. You and your dizzying laughter. You and your bright eyes full of joy.

But never would he ever say that. How could he? Why should he? It's not like he deserved the light you brought into his life, no matter how much he wished he did. Deep within, he'd convinced himself to be unworthy of a rare jewel such as yourself. Scarred hands like his own had no right to revel in the touch of the treasures from the heavens. He'd only tarnish whatever wonders you'd have to offer.

So, he stayed quiet.

Three words burned in his throat and tickled his tongue, but he could never muster the courage required to speak them into existence. You deserved to hear them from someone else— someone better. Someone who could show you just how much they meant them. He didn't know how. He wasn't that someone.

And despite all of these things, he liked to pretend you'd choose him; that, regardless of his flaws and tainted parts, you'd choose him the way he chose you every morning. It was a cruel dream he chased after time and time again, but it was a chase he refused to give up.

As the days rose and fell with the sun, he continued to cherish whatever time he could get by your side. He'd been ecstatic when you suggested hand-to-hand combat training between just the two of you, even if he'd kept his stoic expression in hopes of hiding the rising blush that threatened to kiss his cheeks with warmth. Training by your side had become one of his favorite activities, one of the few things he eagerly waited for each day. Those moments were full of loose punches, swinging legs, and hot rushes of adrenaline, but he loved it all. Shota loved your cocky smiles, the way you'd wipe the sweat off your brow with a silent challenge gleaming in your eyes. He loved the way you danced in celebration whenever you pinned him down. He loved watching you bounce on your toes in anticipation.

But what was once a time full of playful banter was soon flooded with concern and fear in the depths of his heart.

"Time out," You called out, one hand in the air and the other on your knee. Suddenly you clutched at your chest and winced. "I need a moment." Your voice was hoarse, a broken thing that immediately had Shota rushing to your side.

Gently, he took hold of your shoulders in an attempt to keep you upright. Your troubled breathing had fear clawing at his heart. "Are you alright?" The nervous pull of his brow tightened in concern as you fell into a coughing fit.

Doubling over, your coughing shook your entire body, the strain clawing at your chest painfully. In a single gasp of air, you choked on broken words. "I–I'm okay—" But before you could say anything else, another wave of coughs dragged the air from your lungs, forcing you onto your knees.

Shota watched in horror as blood trickled past your parted lips, splattering in sick puddles on the dirt at his feet. "Hey—" Before he could even breathe out your name, you'd pushed him back. The quick shove had him stumbling away from you just in time for him to avoid what sputtered out of your lips next.

Terror flooded his stomach like acid as crimson flower petals flew up your throat and out your mouth, their beautiful color now a haunting sight as they glimmered with a sheen of your blood. Flower petals sprouted from your lips and fell limply onto the metallic puddles beneath you.

Before he'd even registered what had happened, Shota was diving in to catch you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He held your limp figure close to his chest, his mind struggling to catch up to the events that had just unraveled before him. The erratic rise and fall of your chest were enough to break his stoic facade, leaving his face fall into raw fear.

He couldn't remember how he'd done it, but somehow he'd gotten you to the hospital. Having you pulled away from him was the worst thing he'd experienced; he felt cold. Never had he felt so alone as he did at that moment. Any sense of safety he held onto had slipped past his fingers the second you were taken from his grasp. For the first time in a long time, he allowed tears to burn his eyes. He allowed them to dangle from his lashes and drop onto his cheeks.

If you said the notorious Eraserhead was a knotted bundle of anxiety, nobody would've believed you; yet here he was, pacing back and forth with his head lowered close to his chest. Half of his face hid behind the cover of his capture weapon, concealing the trembling of his lips. His fingers fluttered anxiously by his sides, almost as if trying to get a grasp at the situation, at his sanity, at whatever he could cling onto for comfort.

That seemed impossible with your absence.

Dread bubbled in his veins, hot and heavy. There was a sob clawing its way up to his throat, but he swallowed it back down, wincing at how it burned.

"It's Hanahaki," the doctor had told him solemnly. "By the looks of it, she's had it for two or three months by now."

Shota was well aware of what Hanahaki disease was— of what it did to people. He'd heard of the signs, and knew what it looked like when it rooted itself within a person. The fact it had bloomed within you made him sick. He knew what it meant, and that alone was enough to destroy him.

Who wouldn't love you? Who would ever reject you?

You, the embodiment of sunlight. You, the saint that soothed his nightmares. You, the one who'd kiss his scars when his body ached.

And him, the coward who was too afraid to speak his truth.

He scoffed at himself with a shake of his head. You deserved better— so much better than him. What did he have to offer but short nods and heavy-lidded glances? Surely you'd tire of him, seek elsewhere the thrills and wonders of a love he couldn't give you. The truths of his heart fell short compared to what was waiting for you out there in the world.

The second his name was called, he raced to your room, heart tight in his throat. A beat of hesitation drummed in his chest before he dared push the door open, bracing himself for the sight before him. He lingered by the door for a second, his chest caving in at the rhythmic beeping and whirring of the machines around you.

"Oh, angel," he breathed brokenly. Carefully, he caressed at the line between your pinched brows, hoping to ease some of the tension that pulled at them. Tears blurred his vision, his heart clenching at the look of pain that tugged down at your lips. "Who—?" Choking on his words, he locked his fingers around your own, bitterly admiring how your hand fits so perfectly in his. "Who are you hurting for?" He hated the crack in his voice, hated how each word burned as he spoke.

Silence met him in your place, taunting him with the steady beats of a broken imitation of your heart. The hushed breaths that escaped your lips were the only solace he could cling to, soft lulls of air that reassured him you were still there.

He kept thinking things over, his mind replaying that horrible scene like a broken record. No matter how he tried, it was as if he were stuck there; forever in a loop of grief and fear. The crackling breaths that ricocheted from the depths of your lungs. The blood that spilled from your lips like rivers of crimson. The flower petals that—

The flower petals.

His body stilled, his eyes widening in horror. How could he not notice? Perhaps it was because the blood had made him panic or maybe holding you limply in his arms had scattered any rational thoughts from his mind. But he recognized the petals that had fallen from your lips. They were the very ones you'd made him fall in love with, the ones that made his hands tingle with the memory of your touch and the warmth of your gentle words. They were the very ones that made his mind fleet back to you, that would make him smile at the memory of that bright spring day surrounded by sweet perfumes and rustling leaves. He could still feel the breeze that played with his hair, the way you would so carefully fix each stray wisp of inky hair back to place. Those blooming bundles of crimson, which he cherished so much, were the very thing ripping you apart.

Had his silence driven you to the point of heartbreak? Bile rose to his throat at the thought. He tried shaking it away, but the petals…damn it. Had he truly made you believe he didn't care?

My destiny is in your hands.

His breath hitched, it took a long, painful pause as your words echoed in the back of his mind. The sign was right there. You'd told him and he hadn't listened. Too scared of what could be, he didn't notice what was.

And now you were paying the price.

A trembling hand latched onto his hair, pulling at it in distress as his breathing came in labored gasps. He messed up. He messed up badly— as usual.

The squeeze of your hand over his made his eyes widen, a trembling breath escaping from his lungs. Your name rolled off his tongue with an air of hope, his heart constricting at the pain burning behind your eyes. You squeezed at his hand again.

He saw understanding— no, realization— flash within your gaze, and he had to clasp one hand over his mouth to muffle the sob that threatened to bounce off the walls. You knew that he knew; you knew he had pieced it together. A broken apology crumbled inside of his mouth before he could let it slip off his tongue, his eyes burning as hot tears welled up in them.

"Hey," your hoarse voice had his head snapping up to meet your gaze. He could tell it was taking all your effort not to fall into another coughing fit right now. "What—"

Shota held a hand up, effectively stopping the words from tumbling out of your mouth. The subtle ticking of his jaw didn't go unnoticed by you, nor did his quiet sniffling. He quickly grabbed the glass the nurses had left by your bedside table, his other hand gently tilting your head back. Pressing the glass to your lips, he found some comfort in the relief that swam in your steady stare. He sighed shakily. "I'm so sorry," His voice cracked, and he hated how meek it sounded.

Defeat had settled over your face, and he was quick to recognize it. It destroyed him to realize he was why this had all happened in the first place. He hated that he was such a damn coward.

"Shota," you called, a sigh crackling in your lungs. It was clear you had already given up on whatever time you had left. "You don't have to—"

"I love you," he blurted, his cheeks burning with a blush that reached his ears. Tears fell from his eyes, though he tried to wipe them away with his sleeve before they could race down his skin. "I do love you, and I should've said it sooner— so much sooner." He pressed a kiss onto the back of your hand, his trembling breath fanning against your skin. "I'm so sorry it took so long. I— but why?" He cried, pressing your hand to his forehead in quiet prayer. "Why me? Why would you want me when you deserve so much better—?"

Gently, you pulled at his fingers, guiding them to your lips. A ghostly pressing of your lips graced the scarred skin of his knuckles. The kiss lingered for a beat, then for another. "Who says?" You whispered, your voice much clearer than it had been just a fraction of a minute ago. "Don't you think that's for me to decide?"

And at that moment, under the warmth of your gaze and the gentle curl of your lips, he dared make a selfish request. "Please don't leave me," he whispered brokenly. Never again did he want to risk losing the person he loved. "Please."

You yanked at his hand, making him crash into you in a quick fall. Shota panicked, fearing the force might've hurt you, but all worries had slipped his mind the second you buried your face in the crook of his neck. His body molded against your own as you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him into your chest. Salty tears slipped from his eyes, soaking the fabric of your clothing as his shoulders shook softly, prompting you to tighten the embrace you had him locked in.

"I'm not going anywhere, okay?" The mere whisper of your words had him clutching onto you, his hands holding you so close to him he swore he felt your hearts fall into the same rhythm. "I'm here."

There was a lot of healing in your future, a lot of opening up as well. There were many unknowns waiting just beyond this moment and Shota found that terrifying. Regardless, he didn't dare let you slip through his fingers a second time. He challenged himself to be more vocal, to whisper three precious words just enough times to make you remember how his voice rumbled as he spoke them into existence.

You continued to drag him to the flower shop, always eager to teach him new things; always excited to just be two people in love.

Shota had developed bittersweet feelings for camellias, never quite sure how to feel about them. He'd make sure to pull you closer to his side whenever his gaze landed on the crimson flowers. He wasn't willing to let go of you again.

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[yandere-wishes]

This is so true! I still consider myself a die hard Marvel fan but the new tv shows and movies just aren't as killer as the old ones. The shows feel more like low budget comedies that can't build strong charcters. Or they just undo all the charcter development older characters went through. Same for the new movies they just don't feel like Marvel movies anymore. If you're enjoying the new phase than by all means go ahead I'm just leaving my opinion here.

I remember seeing Civil War in theaters and ABSOLUTELY falling in love with all the characters. Even when I knew nothing about them I just fell head over heels in love. The cast had such good chemistry, the plot was beautifully written and there was so much emotion!! It made you feel for these characters. Made you feel like you knew them personally and could relate to their struggles. I strted watch Marvel when I was 12 and the characters just gave me such confidence boosts! They really felt like heroes. Not in the sense that everything went perfectly for them, but in the sense that they were all utterly broken yet still tried to carve out a place for themselves in the world. The animated series was also amazing !! You got to see the avengers daily lives in stark tower and how much of a family they had become!!

The new movies and shows just don't have that. Like I LOVE the Ms Marvel movie but seeing this new version of Carol is kinda sad cause she lacks all the charisma she had in the og movie. Same with both Bucky and Sam, two of the best characters now feel like cardboard cut outs. It's really disheartening.

All this talk about the old movies makes me want to write for Marvel again.😭😭

The MCU before Endgame was the best shit ever. For years I kept track of all of the movies and I loved every single interview the cast did, they're all so funny. One of my personal favorites is when Tom Holland reveals that while Endgame was being filmed, he was informed that the ending of the film was actually a wedding and not Tony Stark's funeral. I laughed so hard when I heard that.

Every movie also felt like an absolute spectacle as well. You just had to see them all, you HAD to watch all of the end credits because they all tied into the main plot which all went down in Infinity War and Endgame. And those two movies fucking SLAPPED. But so did the rest of the MCU. The movies were also completely fine on their own, good plots with spectacular and funny characters. I still remember how absolutely EVERYONE around me was just ITCHING to see the next upcoming Marvel movie, the theater was always so packed. I miss this phase so much. I can't put it into words, I was such a die hard MCU girlie you've no idea. If I was watching a movie with my parents they'd ALWAYS ask me to explain the plot and lore to them because they knew I was always in the loop.

I know that good things come to an end but it makes me sad to see how far Marvel has fallen.

That exciting buzz is just gone. I see absolutely no hype for ANY superhero movie, the only one that did good was the last Spiderman.

I just got really sentimental over this. If you like the newer movies you know what, good for you. Enjoy them, love them. I will not stop you or try to change your opinion. But also, you just can't deny the fact that Marvel really had the world in the palm of their hands for a good long while.