#and wanda is cool too

[mistysgardenn]

is the romanogers to wandanat pipeline real

[milolunde]

I love that Cosmo and Wanda have separate beds yeah I could never share a bed every single day for the rest of my life. Besides, Cosmo wanted a race car bed!!!!!! It's not fair for him not to have a bed he loves and it's not fair for Wanda and her princess bed either! They're literally magic anyway.

[dstconfessions]

i love playing as Wanda but jesus christ her lines are awful, 90% of them are like "oh my god this is horrible i don't want to fight this enemy again!"(says character who's amazing at fighting) or "i don't have time for this!" which is like, yes you do????? anyway that's it

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[berbxii]

What do you think about Woodie being like a father figure for Walter? I love your art btw!! ^-^

I LOVEEEE THAT!! I love found family, it's one of my favourite tropes😭

(also when wilson is webber's father figure and maxwell wendy's)

also a lil drawing I did bc i noticed Ive never drawn woodie before

[hellshee]

statistical "which character" personality quiz

tagged by: @wherepoetsdie, @ronandreams, @shinsabine, @tommishelby (tysm sweethearts <3)

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rules: take this test and present who you got as the characters most similar to you!

so.... i don't know what any of this means actually. what does it mean?? is this bad or good??

Tom Hansen ((500) Days of Summer): 73%

Tina Cohen-Chang (Glee): 72%

Vanya Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy): 72%

Will Graham (Hannibal): 72%

Countess Lidia Ivanovna (Anna Karenina): 71%

Tina Belcher (Bob's Burgers): 71%

Kerry Weaver (ER): 71%

Alvy Singer (Annie Hall): 71%

Amy Antsler (Booksmart): 70%

Abbi Abrams (Broad City): 70%

Kath (After Life): 70%

Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer): 69%

Jasper Hale (Twilight): 69%

Kate Pearson (This Is Us): 69%

Will Schuester (Glee): 69%

Agt. Wendell Pleakley (Lilo & Stitch): 69%

Liz Lemon (30 Rock): 69%

Margo Dunne (Gone Girl): 69%

Prince Hamlet (Hamlet): 69%

Wanda Maximoff (WandaVision): 69%

[hauntingblue]

Oden is winning the bad bitch competition jesus

[buthearmeouttho]

If I was part of the mcu (Pt. 18)

Melina: so are you going to tell us about your daughter?

Natasha: what- she is not my daughter.

Yelena: you act like she is.

Natasha: I might take a kind of guardian-like roll in her life-

Melina: are you going to adopt her?

Natasha: she’s not my daughter

also Natasha:

Natasha: no, don’t touch that

Natasha: you’re grounded, get over here.

Natasha: I’m on a mission, be good, don’t open the door for anyone, tell Jarvis if you need anything.

Natasha, smiling a little while I’m showing her a cool feather I found on the ground: That is a good feather

Natasha: Be good for Clint, you can stay with him while I’m gone this time.

Back in current time:

Me, coming over: Nat, Nat, I didn’t find that feather you said you saw to get me out of the room so you could have a conversation but I did find this handful of cool rocks and a stick shaped like a pistol:)

Yelena, mouthing to Natasha: If you don’t adopt her, I will.

[inkblot-inc]

Wanda totally helps Jaws shop for a Christmas gift for Natasha. She’s so ready for a shopping trip with her guppy. Vision tags along incase there’s trouble. Which leads to Wanda having to explain things to both Jaws and Vision every once in a while. Wanda going into a big monologue about Jaws picking something from the heart for Natasha and how it’s the thought that counts, only to turn around to see both Vision and Jaws blinking at her with a bit of confusion. Neither completely understanding but supporting her enthusiasm. Wanda also doesn’t let Jaws buy Nat a gun. Which had honestly been their first thought. ‘To help her protect herself when I’m not around!’

Yep yep yep😂

I can just imagine them in something like a Yankee Candle or Bath & Body Works for one a gift because Wanda was pitching an idea of getting Natasha a few scented candles for her room, since she’s not super high maintenance.

Jaws eyes squinted as they looked around the small store, “Why would we get her wax?”

Wanda rested a hand on Jaws’ arm before she walked further into the Yankee Candle. “Well, Nat likes scented candles. I feel like she’d appreciate some new ones.”

Vision followed behind with a raised eyebrow, “What kind does she like?”

Wanda picked a few candles on a smaller display to smell before putting one of them back. “She went through the Spiced Apple Toddy scent that she bought super quick. So I'd say maybe something fruity but subtle. A fresh or sweet smell is always a safe bet. Maybe you can get her one that’ll remind her of you specifically,”

Vision nodded along picking up a candle, “What about a Eucalyptus Spearmint?”

Jaws barely took a whiff of the candle before they reeled their head back. “Hell no, that smells like straight menthol, Vis!”

The three of them continued to look around the store, venturing in different directions. Eventually they all came back together with candles of their own to ring up. Vision held a single Cypress & Amber candle (Wanda helped him choose that one) while Wanda had a few of her own. Wanda looked over to see two candles in Jaws’ arm, “What candles did you wind up choosing, gup?”

Jaws looked down at the candles in their hold, “Uhh, Sun Drenched Apricot Rose and Vanilla Patchouli. Sun Drenched-whatever is one I think she’d like. The Vanilla one is the closest scent that she’s said I smell like, so…Thought that could work too.”

Vision nodded along with a small smile, “I’m certain that Natasha will appreciate both of your choices, Jaws.”

Jaws gave a small hum in agreement as they waited in line. They looked at the store entrance with an almost longing look. “She could also appreciate a gun-”

“We are not getting Natasha a GUN, Jaws!”

[pyreshe]

like in general i think MUCH of the mcu is only as good as what a handful of v dedicated fans can churn out, it's a good sandbox, etc. i feel like if u expect groundbreaking shit from the source material you WILL be left disappointed bc s.corsese wasn't kidding when he said those movies aren't art per se but more of a 'lets pack as many seats as possible' kind of deal. they are meant to appeal to as many people as possible and that will leave a lot of it falling flat in it's mad dash to appease everyone. they're fun! they're entertaining! they don't really have to be anything else and you're not special if u dislike them.

but like i'm always SO impressed at how people in the rpc and some fic writers are able to build on that in such neat ways??? like the mcu and the mouse really hands u guys a boiled unseasoned chicken breast 90% of the time and u are like "cool I'm gonna turn this into a 4 course michelin star meal". you ARE braver and have done more for me than any US marine ever could. ily.

[woulddieforloki]

somebody needs to stop me from going online during Cyber Monday 💀

[jaxthejaguar]

polycule and i have been playing this

it's a lot of fun but god damn it is way too easy in co-op

[twpsyn-who]

Ok this episode gifs actually make me wanna watch Agatha All Along help 💀

[lokigodofaces]

cacw and dsmom are such good movies except for when they aren't

[morgangalaxy43]

The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

[arolesbianism]

Yknow despite my absolute negative amount of interest in Wortox at this rate it's only a matter of time before I somehow start being mentally ill abt him too. If Wormwood and Willow got in my head then everyone else's days are numbered at this point </3

[wandaslittleweirdo]

A/N: just a little idea I had….. this is kinda intense, so viewer discretion is advised :p — masterlist.

tw: jealousy, toxic relationship, wanda holds your head under cold water, heavy dom/sub dynamics, pet names (darling, little angel, sweet girl, etc), dirty talk/coaxing, possessiveness, age gap > reader is 23 wanda is 36

dark!mommy!wanda ༝༝ fem!reader

ೀ The cool evening air clings to you as you step into your home, the light scent of rain sneaking it’s way through the open door. You had spent the day out with a friend, laughing and sharing stories that made your heart feel lighter than it had in months.

The air is heavy with the scent of incense and candle wax, and you assume it was Wanda trying new spells while you were away. You sigh, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders as you kick off your shoes, your socks sliding along the wooden floorboards.

You pad your way into the kitchen and over to the fridge, the hum of its motor the only sound in the otherwise silent house. You cracked it open, the chill rushing out as you grab a bottle of water.

Wanda's embrace is sudden but comforting, her arms slithering around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder as she breathed in your scent.

"How was your day, my sweet?" She asks as she sways you in her arms.

Her eyes look for yours in the reflection of the fridge door, a silent demand for details. You twist the cap off the bottle, the plastic crunching under your grip. "Hey, Wands," you smile, turning to face her and leaning against the fridge. “My day was nice. Met up with a friend, had dinner, watched a late movie. All that jazz.”

Wanda’s smile remained, but her grip tightens around your waist. "Which friend was this?" The sweetness in her voice now has a brittle edge to it, like a thin sugar coating ready to crack under pressure. You hesitate, the chill from the fridge seeping into your bones as your mind scrambled for the right words.

"A random one," you shrug, biting the inside of your cheek. She raises her brows expectantly, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "It was just a guy from work."

Her eyes narrow slightly, the green in them darkening like a storm approaching. "A guy?" she repeated lowly. "What's his name?”

You swallowed hard, taking a deep breath through your nose in an attempt to hide your rapidly increasing anxiety. "His name is Alex."

Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign of deception. "Alex," she murmured, tasting the name as her eyes fell to the pendant of your necklace. "I don't recall you mentioning him before.”

You feel your throat tighten, looking down at your hands and squeezing the bottle nervously. "He's a new friend. I've only talked to him a couple of times."

She purses her lips, running her tongue over her teeth. "And why didn't you tell me you were going out with this Alex guy?"

"Because it’s not like that, Wands—“

“Do you expect me to believe you went to a movie theatre, alone with a man, and that’s all you did? You just watched the movie and came straight home?” Her tone is accusing, her hand moving to play with the neckline of your dress, the action feeling more threatening than playful.

“Yes! He’s not like that, and you know I’m not.”

“You probably wanted him too. Because that’s what you sluts want, right?”

Panic floods your chest, your mind racing to find a way to reassure her. “Please, you know that’s not true!”

You try to pull away, but she holds you still, tutting you when she sees your lip quiver and your eyes water in fear of what she might do to him, or you. Her thumb traces your cheekbone, the gesture eerily gentle despite her harsh words. "You know I can read your mind," she reminds you softly, her fingers coming up to caress the side of your forehead. "So tell me the truth, Y/N—“

“I am, I didn’t do anything! Just fucking drop it, Wanda!”

Your reaction surprises the both of you, her eyes widening and her hand pulling back slightly. You feel the blood drain from your face as you realise what you had said, your heart picking up its speed. A moment passes, and your words seem to finally sink in, watching as her jaw clenches and her nostrils flare.

Suddenly, her hand flies up, and she grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you forward and pulling you away from the fridge. You gasp, stumbling as she drags you across the kitchen, the floorboards protesting underfoot. She stops at the sink, her grip unyielding as she twists the faucet handle.

The cold water gushes out, and you feel the first droplets hit your face, the chill of them making your breath hitch. She bends you over the sink and stands behind you, your shaky hands gripping the cold counter to keep yourself steady. “What are you doing?" you choked out, your eyes wide with horror.

“It seems to me you’ve forgotten your place, Y/N,” Wanda says, her voice deceptively calm. "Maybe after this, you’ll remember to watch your mouth."

Without warning, she plunged your head under the stream of icy water, holding you there as you sputtered and squirmed. Your lungs burn as the shock steals your breath away, the world around you reduced to a muffled roar as the water fills your ears.

“Shh, you’re okay. Mommy’s got you,”

“The more you fight me, the longer I hold you here.”

“I know it’s cold, honey, but it’s for your own good. Just a little longer,”

“Sweet girl, why do you always push me to this point?” Her voice is a mix of feigned disappointment and pity as she continues to hold your head under the frigid water. You struggle, your hands slapping against the sink and counter, trying to break free, but her grip remained firm. Your eyes squeeze shut as you choke on the liquid invading your nose and mouth, each gasp for air met with more water.

"I'm sorry, mommy!” you manage to gasp out, your voice high and desperate. She doesn’t flinch hearing you beg, cruelly watching the water soak your hair and distort your features.

Wanda didn’t move until your struggles weakened and your body went limp. She pulls you up from under the water, and you gasp for air, your vision blurry and your hair plastered to your face. You cough violently, a mix of water and blood splattering back into the sink.

"Look what you made me do," she murmurs, looking down at you with faux empathy. "You know better than to speak like that to me. If this happens again, you give me no choice but to teach you a lesson. Do you understand?”

You nod, hysterical as tears stream down your cheeks. Wanda turns off the faucet and tugs your head up, her voice like steel. "I said, do you understand?”

You let out a hiccup, your voice trembling as you nodded again. "Yes, mommy. I understand. I only want you, no one else, I promise.” The corner of her lips twitch into a small, proud smile hearing your frantic response, the storm in her eyes finally starting to simmer down. Her thumb strokes your cheek, smearing the mascara trails that the water had left.

“My little angel," Wanda whispers, her grip on your hair loosening. "You always know just what to say to make me happy."

She gently pulls you up from your position over the sink to turn you around, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her chest. "I know you don’t like when I hurt you, but mommy just wants what’s best for you, okay?”

"I know, I'm sorry," you murmured into her blouse, another sob rocking through you. “I won’t see him again.”

Wanda visibly relaxed hearing your words, letting out a soft sigh as she stroked your wet hair.

"That’s my girl.”

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