#MARVEL IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

[bburn-art]

♤♡ KING OF THIEVES ◇♧

[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).

[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??

[randomshyperson]

AM I SUPPOSE TO BE OKAY AFTER THOSE???

I NEED MILF WANDA IDEAS SOMEONE SEND ME IDEAS PLEASEEE

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 20

Did you know? Hero and villain prompts were some of the first whump content I intentionally consumed! I will forever be salty that mainstream superhero content could never live up to those prompts.

Content warnings for: Gun violence, threats of death, and mildly suggestive comments

Giving Permission to Die

“So? What’s the plan today?” The villain shouted across the room at the hero whose captivity he’d been in for… a week, now. Maybe more.

“Finally giving you what you want,” he responded with a shrug, playing with the knife in his hands. Flip it over, switch hands. Flip it over, switch hands.

“You don’t look prepared to present me with your corpse.”

“Oh, my death wouldn’t end your sentence, my love.” The flipping game was getting boring, and he picked at dirt under his nails using the blade instead. “You’d be chained up here with the rotting thing until you passed away yourself. Not punishment enough for your crimes, but it’s better than letting you roam the streets.”

“Sounds like you’re not giving me what I want then.”

“Be glad my greatest sin is telling lies.” A pointed glare accused him of crimes he’d plead innocent to, yet again. The knife moved to scratch an itch with the flat of it. 

“You sure that torturing a man isn’t higher on that list?”

“The pen is mightier than the sword, love.” A gesture with the damned thing now. He pushed down the urge to point out the obvious differences between that little thing and a sword. But the dick joke was funny in his head and didn’t involve initiation of a measuring contest.

“And your forked tongue doesn’t salivate ink. Swords can make quick work of those.” 

“Oh, shall I try it out on yours?” The hero stuck out his tongue at him.

“Put me out of my misery first.”

The knife plunged into the floor and he stood, never taking his eyes off of the villain.

“That. That’s what I’m talking about. Always egging me on. Trying to make me go too far.” He stalked forward and pulled a pistol from the inside pocket of his jacket. Entirely concealed from the outside. “I’ll go too far today. Just for you.” 

“Cute prop.” He hid the way his body shivered at the sight, praying the hero wouldn’t call his bluff. He was chained to this wall by his ankles, wrists, and neck. It wouldn’t be useful to put himself in a more vulnerable position.

“Here, let me fire. Maybe you’ll believe it then.” The gun aimed at the concrete beside his head but he paused. “Oh, who am I kidding. I should save your hearing for the last few minutes of your life.”

Foam earplugs were thrust into his ears and held still while they extended to block the canal, and the other did the same for himself. 

“Now, where was I?” Of course, shouting loud enough to bypass the earplugs. He aimed only a foot to the left of the villain’s head, pulling away as far as he possibly could, and fired. 

The sound ricocheted around the room, admittedly too small to facilitate gunfire, and he grinned at the way his victim flinched, eyes going wide. He walked forward and plucked the bullet out from its newfound pocket in the concrete, scattering dust and chunks that had stood solid just moments before. 

It was still warm from being shot and he dropped his knees, pressing it into the villain’s hand and folding up fingers to protect it. It trembled in his grip. 

“Do you believe me now, dear?” he spoke low into their ear, making sure he could still hear the threatening tone.

“Leave. Put that damn thing away and leave. You won’t shoot me and I know it.”

He cradled his cheek with the gun. And slid it up to sit against his temple. 

“How confident are you?” 

“Deadly so.”

BANG.

The world was fuzzy from the shot. The noise too close to his head, bleeding into his vision despite the protection. He looked down at his hands to see the blood dripping down them, spraying from his forehead. But only the bullet rolling in his palm greeted him. 

“Oops, guess the magazine was out.” 

Comprehension was a struggle. His forehead burned, but without blood… the hero’s thumb reached up and he flinched back uselessly as it rubbed over the not-hole. It came back covered in soot, wiped against his jaw like it was nothing. 

“What…?”

He released the magazine from the gun and presented it. Empty. 

“You were right. I didn’t shoot you.”

“You…”

“Pulled the trigger? Absolutely. Let’s rectify that little mistake, love.” Another magazine from his pocket, showing the bullets loaded inside, and shoving it into place. 

Then the front sight pressed against the villain’s lips, wiggling between them and scratching his teeth. He shook his head, turning it to the side. 

“No, no. You asked me for this, baby. I’ll follow through for you.” His hand steadied his chin, squeezing his jaw, and the muzzle jammed into the teeth with the threat to break. He had no choice but to let it in.

Gunpowder was a repulsive taste. Ash and acid. Then metal, still warm from recent discharge, but cooling rapidly. He guided it in, not stopping when teeth clamped down in an attempt to ward it off. The muzzle pressed toward his gag reflex when the trigger guard finally brushed his lips and he sighed, a whiny pathetic thing. 

“C’mon. Nod, babe, and I’ll pull the trigger. Hero’s honor. To save those in need.”

Nothing. He held him by the back of the head, devious smile aware of each action’s connotation, and twisted the pistol to force it further, making him gag on it. 

“Tell me to do it. I’ll let you die. I’ll blow your fucking brains out, sweetheart.”

The hammer clicked back. His finger inched toward the trigger. The villain held his breath, unmoving.

And then the gun ripped out of his mouth, sight tearing across his cheek and lip, splattering his blood across the floor where it flew and spun to a stop at the other end of the room.

“Right. Don’t ask me again.”

[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.

[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

[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.

[greasydumbfuck]

watched the 2004 punisher movie yesterday with pixie and honestly i had fun 👍 some stuff was good some stuff was eh some completely irrelevant stuff made me mildly annoyed. but most of all it was funny and they had frank hang around with his tits out for multiple scenes so i mean how could i not have a great time tbh

[ravencromwell]

The poem evokes human greatness and human vulnerability. People are “godlike” in their courage and skill, but even the greatest mortals fall and clutch the dust between their bloody fingers. The beautiful word minunthadios , “short-lived,” is used of both Achilles and Hector, and applies to all of us. We die too soon, and there is no adequate recompense for the terrible, inevitable loss of life. Yet through poetry, the words, actions, and feelings of some long-ago brief lives may be remembered even three thousand years later.

--Emily Wilson's introduction to the Iliad

[hotshotriot]

thinking about the western comics industry again and can i just say i'm Shocked there has yet to be a major equivalent to manga magazines here. like i would kill to be able to pump out comic chapters to a big crowd without having to worry about 1. coloring 2. the publisher imploding on itself before i'm done