#MARVEL IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

[hipwell]

matt relapsed and went off the deep end daredevil mode. he has never looked more alive. smiling and pissing off everyone who loves him.

[pastafossa]

Me if Foggy dies in Born Again and it's not a fakeout like I think it is

[bburn-art]

♤♡ KING OF THIEVES ◇♧

[ragnarockz]

hi big fan of your stuff. Would you ever consider writing a little bit of agathario pregnancy kink? perhaps Rio's been gone an unusually long time ferrying souls and when she returns Agatha's pregnancy has just started to show and Rio Has Strong Feelings About This™

I GOT YA'LL!

THE Agatha/Rio/Nicky song: Fiddler's Green by The Tragically Hip

Other songs while writing: Labour - Paris Paloma, Forwards beckon rebound - Adrianne Lenker, Wicked Game - Chris Isaak, Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

There was nothing left for Agatha to do now but walk along the river. Everything else was put into place, taken care of, looked after. Floor was swept and animals were fed; clothes were scrubbed and hung to dry. Flowers cut and arranged. Wood chopped and stored.

Agatha's left hand moves down to press gently against her stomach; the swell more prominent now than it ever had been. It was new territory now; a footstep into unmarked territory.

She had never gotten this far before; not even with the other ones.

The water moved along; swirling and bubbling as it pushed along. Agatha took a careful seat down by the bank and kept her gaze on the water before her. She knew she wouldn't have to wait much longer now as she felt a slight breeze brush against her cheek; almost like a feather of a kiss. A caress.

She did feel a kiss then. Lips planting onto the crown of her head. Agatha squinted her eyes against the ray of light filtering from the trees to look upwards. Rio was there, standing over her now. Agatha smiled as she watched Rio move around her to join her on the bank.

There was nothing to be said between the two of them as they watched the water move and swell; a sensation that they both gathered from the other. They weren't unlike this body of water; more in common with it than they would ever know. Maybe Rio knew; knew it all too well as her gaze darted to the side to trace the outline of the tiny swell of stomach on Agatha.

"How are you feeling, my Love?"

Agatha smiled softly into Rio's words as she leaned to her left so that her shoulder was touching Rio's. She felt the warmth; the touch of the woman she loved pressed against her. Agatha sighed as she nodded her head. Her left hand came up to wipe at the skin under her eye; chasing away a sudden tear.

"Very good...really good, my Love..."

Agatha's words were soft in her mouth as she stole a glance at Rio. She could see the soft shadows were cast on the woman's face; shaped and contoured with bone white. Agatha's smile grew as she fell in love all over again. The hand that wiped away her tear fell downwards to reach for Rio's hand to hold.

Agatha felt the tight squeeze of Rio's fingers; her palm. She held her hand tightly and with care. She never wanted to let go of her.

"We should go inside..."

Rio's words drifted over the rush of the river before them; louder than the water could ever be. It was if Agatha could hear those words in her mind ringing like a clear bell. Rio kept a strong grip on Agatha's hand as she stood herself up and helped Agatha get to her feet. The woman in green never took her eyes away from Agatha's stomach; not even for a second.

The cottage was only a few steps away from the river; built sturdy and fast in means of shelter. Agatha had done it all by herself; worked hard to collect and steal and barter for all the things she needed to make her homestead. It was a place of solitude; away from everyone else. The only person who knew of its whereabouts was Rio and soon, Agatha prayed, their child.

They walked past the chicken pen and the small garden Agatha had built and tended with her own two hands. Rio was leading Agatha inside and felt the welcoming sensation that Agatha had sealed over the door. Herbs and brooms and candles welcomed the two of them. A table; a bed. Agatha didn't need much and Rio needed even less.

A wooden cradle sat proudly at the opposite end.

Agatha smiled whenever she laid eyes on it; dreaming of the day when she could put their baby inside of it and rock them to sleep. Wishing that, the dreams they would have would be sweet ones. Loved filled and safely secured in a place and with the two people that loved them so very, very much they broke all means of times and space for.

One day, Agatha thought, as her hand mindlessly drifted down again to touch the swell.

"Do you need to lay down?"

Rio's words were still soft as she gently let go of Agatha's hand so she could turn and face her. They looked at one another for a moment or two; soaking in this moment between them. They had many moments like this; all of them eventually ending the same way before Rio was summoned elsewhere.

It was always a parting gift; something that made Agatha feel alive. Something that made Rio feel closer to Agatha; more human.

"Only if you lay with me, my Love..."

Soft and whispered were the words that chased Rio's. Agatha pulled the cord on her cloak to take it off. She had a simple dress on, bare feet. Rio was always dressed a little more fancy; an easier apparition to look upon in ones final moments. It brought people ease and comfort, Rio came to realize. That was something Agatha had told her once.

You look like a dream; who would be scared of you?

They walked together with Agatha a step behind to the bed. Rio stood at the foot of it and watched Agatha climb on top before laying herself down and leaving a space for Rio to join. She did. She didn't need an invitation. Death never did.

Agatha shifted and Rio without a second to waste took over. It had always gone this way; a dynamic that just settled into it's positions without much thought. Agatha let out a low breath from her mouth as she felt Rio's hands pull her dress up to expose her. She helped Agatha take it off completely; bunching the dress behind her head to support her neck.

Rio's eyes feasted upon Agatha's body as she took in all the newness there. Newness that she had given her; newness that Agatha took.

A gentle hand came out and down to rest upon Agatha's stomach. Rio glanced up to see the smile spread across Agatha's face; a silent permission to keep going. She had never gotten to feel Rio's touch this way. They had never gotten this far.

Agatha shifted up to sit herself up; wanting more of Rio's touch. It had been too long since they had seen one another; had time to be alone. She knew Rio would eventually have to leave once more and that pained Agatha. They stole whatever moments they could with one another and to the fullest extent of them.

"So beautiful, my Love..."

Agatha sighed at Rio's words, the sensation of her hands moving up her body now. Agatha watched and felt with a held breath as Rio's hands worked their way underneath her breasts; cupping them as gently as she could. Another shift in their bed; trying to get into a position that worked for their needs. Agatha felt like her mind was burning; scorching. It always felt this way whenever Rio touched her; kissed her.

The voices in her head still swarmed with warning that she would be forever damned to live like this. Her sins would outweigh her good; the darkest parts of her soul would outweigh the lighter ones. The sexual perversions she had would damn her forever into eternity and into death.

If Death had given her anything, it was permission. It was acceptance.

Rio loved to chase Agatha's breath as often as she could; wanting to hear the loud and breathy exhales of being touched by her trained hands. She squeezed Agatha's breasts gently and let her fingers roam upwards to spread across her nipples. She had learned rather quickly what pleasures Agatha craved; how she liked to be treated and touched and worshiped. Rio never forgot them; couldn't. It was far too important to give Agatha the love she deserved. The love she needed.

Everything was different yet the same as Rio kept her utmost focus on Agatha's breasts. They obviously felt a little different now; maybe a little bit more full. The response was still the exact same upon Rio's touch; nipples hardening with pleasure and attention; goose pimples pricking the soft skin. Agatha just about melted into Rio's hands as she did countless times before.

Agatha's hands came up to meet Rio's, cupping over them so the pressure was a little more. She didn't want Rio to take her hands away; wanted to soak in the sensation just a little longer. It was the sudden look in Rio's eyes as they met Agatha's that made the witch pull her own hands away.

Head bowed slightly as if she was about to pray, Rio used her hand to help guide Agatha's right breast into her mouth. Tongue hit the hardened nub and Agatha sighed in relief. Her mind shot back to the constant swell and push of the river outside and she felt herself feel the same as she chased the pleasure that only Rio was capable of giving her.

"Please..."

Agatha whispered in a plea. She felt Rio would have to leave soon; knew how precious their time was together. She wanted so much. She wanted to be filled until the next time they saw one another again. Rio recognized the sudden desperation in Agatha's voice as her hand let go of Agatha's breast so she could fulfill the witches plea.

With her mouth still working Agatha's nipple, Rio's left hand came to rest on the small pregnant bump while her right hand eased its way past Agatha's legs. She heard the woman exhale loudly above her, basically into her ear before she hung her head backwards to fully give into every ounce of Rio's touch. She was completely at Death's mercy once more.

Gentle loving hands and mouth gave Agatha everything she could ever ask for and more. Rio was adept as she gave attention to every part of Agatha that needed it. She felt the soft warm sensation of her fingers enter into her lover; the welcoming wetness that chased instantly at the contact. The affectionate contract and release as her body tried to take more. That was Agatha, Rio thought, someone who would swallow the world if she could. She smiled against her lovers breast as her fingers entered a little deeper.

Take the world; take it and then some.

As Rio listened to all of Agatha's sounds, pleasure welling up and over her, she knew that the next time she would see her again she would be changed once more. Her body would continue to do so; accommodating for the life they had created together. She knew even then she would give Agatha anything she asked for; everything she couldn't say with her own words.

Rio let her mouth open so she could drag her tongue up and over Agatha's nipple. She continued upwards; tracing to her neck and under her jaw. She could feel the slight slick of sweat on Agatha's skin as her body flushed from the contact. A salty tear hit Rio's tongue as she came up to kiss Agatha on the mouth. Slow and soft; giving and taking as they did; as they only knew how to do. Agatha brought her hands up to hold Rio's head as she deepened into their kiss.

She hated to let go as her need to consume and take everything; take it all filled her in more ways than one. Rio's lips ghosted over Agatha's, just enough for her to whisper against them.

"I have you..."

Her words invoked a soft moan in response as Agatha scrunched up her face and felt the sudden, steady rush of pressure release from deep inside of her. Rio's hand on her stomach felt like a vice and her fingers keeping her anchored pumped a little slower. She drew them out gently so Agatha could catch her breath.

"We have you..."

Another whisper from Death's lips as she closed the gap once more; kissing the witch on her lips. They held that way until Agatha felt the stark emptiness inside of her and Rio's hand sliding off of her pregnant belly.

The time had come for her to go.

[shugthedug]

Insane to me that people, including other film makers, are so ready to throw down against Scorsese. If the trolley problem was the entirety of marvels output on one track and one more Scorsese film on the other, I’d ram that bitch through the mcu so hard it would obliterate every trace of iron man from time and space. God bless ‘em but I would 💖

[muppetfreak]

Now that I'm caught up on Agatha All Along, just a thought...

Everyone who has died so far has died specifically to protect Agatha from her past.

"Mrs. Hart" was only with them in the first place because Agatha brought her to avoid facing Rio.

Alice died saving Agatha from her mother.

And Lilia died saving Agatha from the Salem Seven (who were really only after Agatha).

[witchofthemidlands]

going mildly feral at thought of seeing frank castle again tonight, hope he rocks up to matt's hospital room during a conversation between matt & heather in full punisher gear, nods at heather, throws matt's daredevil suit at him at tells him they've got some shit to fuck up.

[zaffiri-saffici]

Frosted by anger and grief, Agatha felt a new warmth overcome her. She locked eyes with the figure, an intense gaze fueled now by fire where there was only ice before. She could hear the creature’s name in her ears and feel the sound on her tongue. “I should not know you,” she breathed. “Yet you do,” the figure replied. “The name hangs upon thy lips.” Agatha shifted in her stance, stirred by the resounding quality of the being’s voice; it carried itself on tight wisps of wind. The wisps hit the depths of her soul faintly, like little pulses of electricity. She steeled herself and squared her shoulders. Her new magic tickled her fingertips and danced at her sides as she assessed the creature’s power in the quiet. “Can you go by any other name?” The creature sauntered forward, intrigued by Agatha’s resolve. Amused, even. “They hath bid me Mother. Angel. They speak whatever tenders the comfort they lack,” she chuckled.

Working on a flashback sequence to Agatha and Rio's first meeting as part of a fic inspired by this post. Trying to make dialogue decisions work in 17th century Salem is a process. How we feelin', fam?

[theoneinashes]

Gambit Theory

So it's 2am in the morning for me but I need to get this theory written down somewhere before I forget it.

What if Gambit wasn't born in the void like he implied but was sent there by the TVA after his brain surgery?

Cause the man got a lobotomy to reduce his power level and get his powers under control, right? Brain surgeries can cause memory loss. So the TVA could have pruned him before he could wake up in his home timeline or while he was awake but still in that limbo of not remembering what was going on

I don't know if any of this makes any sense, but the brain worms are screaming and I need sleep.

[dang-dood]

i think the thing that gets me so bad with this last episode is that there was no consequences. everyone came back unharmed. like they fought a god of death and he was gone in like thirty minutes and everyone is vibing while eating pizza??

[ghoszay]

Ok but here me out

I know the whole “because I had to do my job” thing with Rio is because she probably took Nick but imagine she didn’t. Imagine she left because she couldn’t bear to take her son’s soul and thought that maybe if she left he would be fine and grow up normally.

And then there’s Agatha who is begging Rio to take him because she can’t live seeing their son in this unimaginable pain and discomfort. She wants him to be ok as much as Rio does but in the way of freeing him.

But Rio leaves anyways. She’s immortal and would have to carry that pain for the rest of her existence. Agatha is now left with her dying son begging for her wife to come back and bring him peace. Soon enough Nick passes and Agatha waits for Rio to come back. She doesn’t. She waits and waits but Rio never shows. Agatha is left with her son’s body and a burning hatred for Rio because she left Agatha to face this pain by herself. Nicks body is never collected and he is left eternally wondering where his Mom went.

Agatha’s trial is the first time he sees Rio again, and what better way to punish an immortal being than punishing the only thing she cares about?

[phantastragoria]

🏳️‍🌈🌟 Happy Pride :^) 🌟🏳️‍🌈

[annabelle--cane]

I've made this post before but it continues to amuse me that jon went to georgie, his relatively amicable ex, for help in a time of great need and vulnerability. and she was the only person he saw for about two months. and he spent those two months wearing her clothes. and yet she is one of the few people that martin was not jealous of at all.

[marypsue]

While I'm dredging up 2014 tumblr culture, can I just say that as a pretentious douchebag, every time I hear 'with you to the end of the line', my first thought is usually Double Indemnity (dir. Billy Wilder, 1944) and believe me, in that context, it is...well, okay, it is devastatingly romantic, but that is not a good thing for anyone involved.

[aingeal98]

Daisy: You know after having spent 25 years alone and unloved I really thought searching for my birth parents would be the only way I could find a family but you know what this team is kind of-

Daisy: OK so at least one of my team is a traitor and my birth parents are alive they're just evil monsters. Cool cool cool I am once again not feeling very safe and secure

Daisy: Oh actually wait my bio parents love me? They want me? I can make a home here mayb-

Daisy: Oh never mind my mom just tried to murder me. And my dad is still a monster but he's agreed to have his memory wiped. At least he's still breathing I guess?

Daisy: Good news is I still have my found family parents so at least-

Daisy: Aaaaand found family dad is dead. You know what this is fine as long as I just have-

Daisy:

Daisy: Universe. Universe listen to me very closely. You bring back my found family mom right fucking now. If I have all four of my parents die on me I will destroy this world just like you all said I would

Daisy: OK good. We found a nice compromise. I get to keep one parent and don't have to watch four of them die. Oh hey it's my bio mom from another timeline where she didn't get tortured into insanity and could actually love-

Daisy: Are you fucking KIDDING me.

[rel312]

Saw a post that started off with something like “what if Eddie and Tommy were friends first” and I was like okay this is about 911 and then all of a sudden it started talking about Steve and I was like……… it’s a steddie post, like all the Steves/Stedes and Eddies and Bucks have been confusing enough but now Tommy is in the mix???? I’m out I can’t do this anymore