#avengers angel

[stil-lindigo]

motherhood.

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade's sweet and spicy Pirate Logie Bear

[wwprice1]

These Disco Dazzler covers are phenomenal! So fun!

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: I hate being touched

Husk: The last time i maintained physical contact with another person was in battle

Vaggie: Angel is literally in your lap right now.

Husk: *Angel lounging across his thighs* This means nothing. Fear me.

[boy-of-death]

I want to thank all the girls and the gays that are obsessed with shows that ended 10 years ago and still write about it. Thank you for your service, you are my sole lifeline 🫡

[spooksier]

thinking about jon jarchivist sims as i often do and one aspect of s5 jon that i LOVE but dont see too many people talking about is how shot to hell his morals get (due to him being the Literal Antichrist) but he still remains a character very very driven by his morals. which surely won't cause any issues at all.

like he asks other people what *they think* he should do so often or just does what *he thinks* is right because he's running off avatar morality which is basically 'fuck it, we ball' and jon wants to be a good person SOO BAD but he's LITERALLY THE ANTICHRIST!!! you guys....

^ this guy is fucked in the head

[waterfire1848]

[ Angel curses in the middle of a fight. ] Charlie: Language! Angel:...Is anyone gonna deal with the fact that Charlie just said 'language?' Charlie: I know. It just slipped out. [ Later. ] [ Husk curses. ] Vaggie: Charlie, he said a bad language word. Charlie to Angel: Did you tell everyone about that? Angel: I very much did.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

“What about Evan Peters as Pietro Maximoff lol? I’d obviously vote him!” ——> precisely why he’s not on the poll

[braddocklegacy]

[ultimatespideypoolfan]

Avengers Assemble Season 4 (Secret Wars) should have ended like this. Tony & Steve sharing their first kiss.

[remi-harbinger]

Mbj that has family lines etched into his skin that look like a network of veins and stand up when hes feeling strong emotions. Theyre a shade darker than his skin and some looks like winged eyeliner bc airplane did not spare any expense on his ideal man. Lbh that has blood red family lines on his brow that looks like a circlet fit for a king, yet also jagged lines circling his neck, a reminder of the divine punishment his ancestors faced. Lines run down from the inner corner of his eyes like a cheetah so he seems like he's crying tears of blood when hes angry. Because LBH can control blood parasites he can make the lines seem to swirl and undulate which intimidates.

[lithiumseven]

The Dodgers (who moved from Brooklyn to LA in 1958) are playing the Yankees this year in the World Series which is funny for a lot of reasons, but also imagine Bucky Barnes in the stands fully decked out in Yankees gear and screaming “TRAITORS” and other obscenities and the Dodgers because he’s still mad about their betrayal

Sam is laughing too hard to breathe and the news is having a field day

[nev3rfound]

strike twice : b.b

bucky sure knows how to put his foot in it sometimes. but when a storm causes a powercut throughout new york, he's quick to make amends. (1k word count)

warnings - just a fluffy piece :)

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"Fine!" You scream in response, exasperated from the argument that arose between you two other such a trivial matter.

Scoffing, Bucky picks up his bag and heads for the door to your room. "Night, Y/n." Bucky manages to say through gritted teeth, not daring to spare you a glance in response before slamming the door shut, almost breaking it from the hinges.

"Asshole." The word leaves your lips in a whisper as you collapse onto your bed with a heavy sigh.

The rain lining the windows mirrors the tears falling down your cheeks, all of which slowly link together before disappearing through the cracks and quickly replenishing.

Reaching over, you grab a hold of your phone, only to see it's dead. "Fuck!" You groan, throwing your phone at your wall before bringing your legs to your chest, allowing your cries to increase in the comfort of your own room with the rain battering down on the windows.

On the lower levels of the compound, Bucky sits with a scotch in his grasp, nursing it tenderly whilst Steve sits beside him, slightly dumbfounded.

"So what were you guys even arguing about?" Steve asks, brows remaining furrowed following Bucky's slightly rushed explanation.

"Doesn't even matter now." Bucky huffs, taking another swig of his drink. "But she's not happy, and neither am I frankly."

Humming in response, Steve glances behind him noticing rain starting to hammer against the windows. "And you had nothing to do with that?" He dares ask, hearing his friend's glass slam down on the counter.

"No." Bucky is too quick to respond, knowing for a fact it is his fault this time. "Possibly." It passes his lips softly in defeat. "I might've messed up, pal."

"You don't say." Steve chuckles, now fixated on the rain lashing down, and the rumbles of thunder following suit. "Storms on its way." He motions, oblivious to Bucky tensing at the statement.

"A stor-" Before Bucky can finish his question, the lights above start to flicker, TV monitors start to glitch and FRIDAY blares gibberish. Quick to stand up, Bucky heads for the door just as the entire compound is submerged in darkness. "Oh no." His lips turn to a frown upon hearing a well-known cry from across the compound.

Your eyes frantically search the room for your phone, only to find it and remember it's out of battery. "No, no." Mumbles pass from your lips in a panic whilst the rolls of thunder boom closer to your window, causing you to jolt with every sound.

Reaching for your blanket, you quickly grab a hold of it before stumbling into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind you.

Eagerly running through the compound, Bucky hears numerous conversations happening at once, but none of them concern him as he runs several flights of stairs to reach your floor. Once there, he slowly lets himself into your room, trying to see your silhouette through the lightning strikes.

"Doll?" Bucky calls out, now fully in your room but you are nowhere in sight.

With a sigh, Bucky turns to exit your room, wondering if perhaps you went to find solace in Natasha or someone else. "Bucky?" He pauses, hearing you whimper from the bathroom.

Wasting no time, Bucky opens the door to vaguely see you in the bathtub with a blanket wrapped around your body. "Hey, it's okay, I'm here." Apprehensively approaching you, Bucky can see you shaking frantically and tears lining your cheeks. "Let me get in the tub, yeah, baby?" Bucky ensures his tone is soft, tensing at the drums of thunder and your immediate panic.

"I, I heard the thunder, then I saw," Struggling to form words through your shaking lips, Bucky hushes you into his embrace. "and then the power went." Sniffing, you wipe your nose with your sleeve. "I'm such a wimp." A watery laugh sounds from you, and you can feel Bucky chuckling behind you.

"You're far from one, Y/n. Everyone has irrational fears." Stroking your arm with his right hand, you focus on that feeling, his fingertips circling. "When I was a kid, I was terrified of snails." Bucky smiles at your laughter bouncing the walls.

Glancing up with a grin etched on your lips, Bucky only shakes his head at you. "Of all the things, snails?"

"What can I tell you, doll." He shrugs. "Steve used to help 'em out. He'd see them in a weird spot, pick it up, and," Bucky shudders at the thought, only furthering your amusement. "yeah, so I don't exactly love snails, even now."

Now leaning back against his chest, your breathing has finally evened out. The storm outside is dull whilst Bucky continues to tell you stories, anything to distract you, make you laugh, smile and reminisce.

"And then I stopped in my tracks, nearly went face first into a-" Bucky cuts himself off at the flickering lights above you both. Within seconds you're both submerged in warm-toned lighting. "Would you look at that." He nudges you, now able to see your blanket clad self. "You look so snug, doll."

Sighing heavily, you shuffle to stand up with your blanket around your shoulders. Bucky rests his hand on the edge of the bath to help, following you out afterward into your bedroom.

"Thank you," You reach for your phone, finally placing it on charge. "for all of that."

"Y/n," Bucky starts, reaching for your hand and squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry for earlier, but I'll always be there for you, through storms and all." He tugs your hand and brings you into his arms.

"I appreciate that, Buck." You mumble into his chest. "And same here, if a snail dares appear I'll show that sucker who's in charge." A laugh sounds from Bucky as he tugs you onto your bed.

"Wow, my hero." He rolls his eyes, now lifting the blanket up to join you for the remainder of the night.

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[fanofspooky]

Scream Queen - Betsy Russell

[stampedestring]

Gil Favor: Trail Boss, Girl Dad, Avenging Angel, etc., etc.

(Quote from S6E22, Incident at Zebulon, partial ref from S3E3, Incident at Dragoon Crossing)