#fuck that rocket wielding bitch

[frog-kisser]

first time killing Balteus: a frantic, chaotic fight for your life against an enemy with overwhelming firepower, capable of wiping you out with 2 hits

second time killing Balteus: He got 3 attacks off before exploding like a grape in between the double Zimmerman fuckening I gave him

[hellishdeer]

Live reactions and ramblings about the two final episodes of Hazbin Hotel

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! Same as the other two posts, Incoherent, unfiltered thoughts, I wrote them as I was watching. Most of them are in chronological order, but not all. It's also longer than the others, since It's the finale 💀

EPISODE 7:

Everybody already knows Vaggie is an angel?! I thought she would still try to keep it on the down low after coming back, but hey, good for her!

SIR PENTIOUS PETTING KEEKEE 😭❤️

Charlie has hooves :00

Alastor just kicking his feet please- 💀 why is he so babygirl coded

"Just because you see a smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath." This entire piece of dialogue might be on of my new favorite Alastor moments ngl

ALASTOR ONLY OFFERED HIS INFORMATION IN EXCHANGE FOR A DEAL WITH CHARLIE I FUCKING CALLED IT-

THE DEAL MAKING SCENE OOOOO

"What's that you said about smiles?" "Good girl :)" The head pat I can't- 😭

"Bank accounts are scam created by the shadow-goverment!" 💀

Alastor listening to Charlie vent :'D he seems so fucking done

"Come on now Alastor, she's much too young for you! Just kidding, I know you're an ace in the hole!" "A what now?" I ADORE ROSIE ALREADY

"Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you!" 🥹❤️

"Susan, who's a bit of a..." "Ornery old bitch?" Alastor has stopped holding back all together, huh? 💀

CARMILLA FIGHTING BY KICKING WITH HER ARMS BEHIND HER BACK YOOOOOO-

"You have an X over your eye, and you wield an angelic spear. It's not exactly rocket science." The entire Hazbin fandom:

CARMILLA'S SHOES ARE ANGELIC STEEL?!??! I mean duh but

The dance choreography in "Out of Love" is goddamn stellar!!

VAGGIE'S WINGS LET'S GOOOOOOOO-

The entire scene with Rosie talking to Charlie, she's such a fucking sweetheart and one of my new favorites!! ❤️

Alastor letting Charlie borrow his microphone!!!

"She's bound to pass the test as the princess of Hell!" There's a test??? Hopefully I'm taking this too literally, because otherwise there is a lot of new unanswered questions 💀

"She's filled with potential that I could guide!" ..Is anyone really surprised at this point?

THEY ALL STAYED AND FORTIFIED THE HOTEL I'M SOBBING-

EPISODE 8:

"Oh Alastor, I can't wait to see you get fucked!" Vox sweetie, do you even know who you're talking about?

GENERAL PENTIOUS!!!! HE LOOKS SO GOOD OH MY GOD 😭❤️

Even getting off a random ass pole, Angel has to do it in style :'D

Cherri Bomb is there too, hell yeah!!

Cherri ffs, can you at least pretend to care about Charlie's speech 💀

"An enjoyable collective to be around, I admit one could get accustomed.." OH MY GOD????

THE KING OF ROACHES 😭😭❤️ I need to draw it at some point

ANGEL WANTING TO SPEND HIS POSSIBLY FINAL NIGHT ALIVE WITH HUSK AT THE BAR I-

SIR PENTIOUS TRYING TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" TO CHERRI BOMB Cherri if you don't want him I'll take him!!

THEY MADE THE TWO DICKS THING CANON WHAT- 💀

Charlie being afraid of loosing all of her friends :(

"MORE THAN ANYTHING (REPRISE)" *quiet sobbing*

Even Adam thinks Lute should chill the fuck out :'D

EVERYBODY'S BATTLE OUTFITS, ESPECIALLY CHARLIE'S AND VAGGIE'S :OO

"Let the slaughter begin." CHILLS.

NIFTY STABBING THE CORPSES 😭😭

"I'm about to end your fucking life." FUCK 👏 HIM 👏 UP 👏 ALASTOR

THE ENTIRE FIGHT BETWEEN ALASTOR AND ADAM my 15 year old self is having a stroke

HE BROKE ALASTOR'S FUCKING MICROPHONE?!??!!?

"Radio is not dead, but it is ending this broadcast.." Even when retreating from the battlefield, he does so with class, I love him so much-

Charlie apologizing to the angles as she's fighting them, this girl-

THE KISS!!! THE SCREAM I SCREAMT.

On a more serious note I really hope that Cherrisnake won't develop further than this. They have clearly very different needs and wants, that I can't see mixing together very well. Cherri enjoys being free and doing as she pleases, with nothing tying her down, whereas Sir Pentious seems more traditional. It's also kind of shallow on both ends, Sir Pentious developing a crush seemingly out of no where, because "ooo hot lady!" and Cherri only being actually interested in sleeping with him after finding out he supposedly has two dicks.. :/

THEY FUCKING KILLED SIR PENTIOUS AND IN SUCH AN ANTI-CLIMATIC WAY FUCK YOU ADAM??!? I kinda saw this coming after it was said Angel wasn't the one to die but

RAZZLE AND DAZZLE TURNING INTO DRAGONS LET'S GOOO!! FUCK THEM UP GIRLS!!

THE FIGHT BETWEEN LUTE AND VAGGIE IS STRAIGHT UP BRUTAL OH GOD-

Charlie's devil tail :0

LUTE RIPPING HERSELF FREE FROM THE RUBBLE I'm just straight up terrified of her at this point

LUCIFER?!!? LET'S FUCKING GOOOO!!!!

"Sorry I wasn't here sooner." YEAH ME TOO BECAUSE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER MIGHT STILL BE ALIVE IF YOU DID 🙃 But seriously where was he??? Surely he had heard about his daughter going to war against HEAVEN????

IT WAS A MASK??? I love how Adam just looks like.. a guy.

Lucifer not taking the fight at all seriously, I love him :'D

FATHER/DAUGHTER TAG TEAM WOOOO!! GET FUCKED ADAM.

NIFTY KILLED ADAM???!!? I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GIRL!!!! ❤️👏

BAXTER??? IS THAT YOU????

Nifty just zoning out during the TV interview, I love when jokes go full circle :D

THE "HAPPY FIRST WEEK SIR PENTIOUS" BANNER. I'M.. VIOLENTLY ILL. SOBBING. THROWING UP. CURLING UP INTO A BALL-

ALASTOR'S PART IN THE FINALE SONG. I got some serious chills. He looked actually frantic, only for him to pop up later, pretending like nothing is wrong, he's such a good character oh my god???

THE MEMORIAL FOR SIR PENTIOUS. I GET IT. STOP TWISTING THE KNIFE IN THE WOUND IM BEGGING YOU-

SIR PENTIOUS MADE IT TO HEAVEN I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW, HE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL 😭❤️ VIV DON'T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN OR I SWEAR- I also love Emily's and Sera's reactions to him pffft

LILITH HAS BEEN IN HEAVEN THIS ENTIRE TIME??? HUH????

I... feel like I'm going to combust. There was so much new information.. I need to go lay down and sleep for like a day.. or two 🙃

[constantvariations]

V9C5

Got that post-workout bliss and a plate of pizza rolls, so I’m raring to go!

Post Ep: whoever decided the rusted knight “twist” should step on a lego every five minutes for the rest of their lives

Wait why is Ruby running? The last episode ended with the caterpillar being dropped through the floor by the cat, so are they running from the cat? Was the growth yogurt ready, and if so did they grab it ($50 on no)

“I’m so glad the four of you are still the four of you.” Is this excluding Little because they didn’t get hit with the Character Arc tm dust? (Now that I think about it, why didn’t Little have a vision? Did we just not see it or are they immune somehow?)

“You’re the one who ditched us in the first place” okay, Weiss, firstly Ruby stopped following the cat so that’s mostly on her. Secondly, why are you being antagonistic to the one creature you can’t afford to offend because it’s the one creature who can get you to the tree?

“...someone return to the Ever After.” How can you return to a place you’re already in? Is there a reprogramming center or something? If you veer too far off from your role you get reset? Reminds me of the re-educators of the Dragon Age Qun

They’re really laying on thick the whole “Everything is what it isn’t, and what it is, it wouldn’t be” (shout out to that one Shinedown song from the live action Alice in Wonderland)

All this talk of what happened to the caterpillar just sounds like a shitty mishmash of the Ship of Theseus, Schrodinger’s cat, and a reset button

So the Red King underwent the Ever Again program (I’m just gonna call it that, roll with it) and came out a kid? Was that by design or does everyone basically get reborn? Does that mean the racoon hasn’t been Agained since Alyx?

Oh they call it Ascension? How Devil May Cry of you. Also I ain’t calling it that. I like my Agained verbage

“Nose hair from a leprechaun.” I am half expecting a Rocket Racoon bit here

Straight up ditching someone you know is acting off because ~ew nose hair~ is... something else. And there goes Blake trailing after Yang’s coattails again because we! need! that! bee! bait!

This cat is far too lenient with these assholes. They just straight up jumped on his head without asking because who needs to respect people’s autonomy amiright fellas?

Goddammit bring the cat back right now I can’t stand Little’s voice and cOmEdY

Okay all the lights going out one by one is hella creepy gg

“I thought this was lost forEVER” why does Ruby sound like a highschool girl complaining about drama this deadass made me burst out laughing Also, is that the same sword from the Red Kingdom or a different one?

Okay the android is cool as shit I will admit that. The chain as hair is absolutely fantastic

Was that Summer in the axe blade? An axe is not what I would have expected of a Ruby clone. Those are hard-hitting and slow, usually used by the tanks, while Summer and Ruby’s figures suggest more agile approaches. If it were more of a hatchet size, I could see that, especially as a dual-wield

Pocket dimension blacksmith shop? Sign me the fuck up please

I think I’m going to strangle Weiss. You literally just saw her standing in the middle of the road, staring at and talking to nobody, and you fucking whine? I hope someone stabs her with her own tiara jfc

“It contains a mother’s promise” BITCH WHEN WAS THIS ESTABLISHED AND WHY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF TO GIVE AWAY I’M GONNA BURN A FIRE HYDRANT

“We do not ascend” oh you mean die? That thing you said didn’t happen here? Dying? Was there even a second reading of the script or did yall just smoke with the originals?

Yes Ruby go right past the hostile creature instead of literally any other direction. Yall deserve whatever hell you make

Why is Ruby carrying everyone constantly? Their legs aint broke girl. Go be a distraction while they go for the yogurt goddamn

The giant jackrabbit’s cool ngl

Like how one scoop only grew them to doll sized but whatever was left after it was splattered grew them all to the right size

The jackrabbit’s name is Juniper. Both cute and cringe

GODDAMMIT IT HAD TO BE JAUNE

WHY

HE FELL LAST

THAT SHOULDVE BEEN YANG

FUCK YOU CRWBY

[witches-dream]

Beast-Yeast episode 5 if it was Minecraft roleplay

The tallest top of a badlands plateau... Two players are fighting it out. One wields an axe, the nametag above his head reading "BurningSpice666", the other wields a trident, her name reads "Radiant_Gold". The axe fighter has an edge, despite the trident fighter having elytra, albeit without any rockets. Goldie swoops down, giving her enough time to have a snack and heal somewhat, but Spice water bucket clutches down to her in an instant (VINE BOOM).

BurningSpice666 laughs maniacally. "You thought I'd let you escape after I've waited for you for so long?"

"Try and catch me, dumbass" Radiant_Gold replies. She briefly looks at the state of her armor; a few hits and it will be broken. Axes really do pack a punch.

But Spice isn't done showing off. Goldie spots the end crystal he scrolls over in his hotbar. She prepares some blocks to shield the impact, but...

When she walks backwards, there's a rabbit nearby, stuck on a block. Spice places down the obsidian, and, in a millisecond, the end crystal. Goldie only has enough time to place one block before the explosion. And she places it... In front of the rabbit. The explosion takes away all get remaining health, and she dies.

She respawns nearby. The rabbit was safe, and she saw it escape. Spice slowly turns around. "Is that it? Is that really all you can do? After I've waited FOR SO LONG?!"

"Let me get my things and we'll fight again if you so wish! This time I'll kick your ass!"

"Your things? Of course," Spice says with a smile on his face, as he gets out a bucket of lava and spills it all over Goldie's things. "Go and get them! They're right under the lava!"

"Nooo! My elytra! My trident! All my golden carrots!"

"The netherite stuff should still be in there, why don't you take a dip, huh?"

"..."

"Goldie? So scared you muted yourself to cry?"

"Shit, my replay mod wasn't working, can we redo all of that—"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW. AFTER MY BRILLIANT ACTING AS WELL 😭😭😭"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP your acting is literally just growling and shouting at everything"

"USE MY FOOTAGE BITCH I'M NOT GONNA DO ALL THAT AGAIN"

"You're scared you won't land the end crystal a second time? 😏"

"You're scared you won't save the rabbit the second time"

"Ok true. Send me your footage then"

[face-full-of-fists-bitch]

MY LIFE... Sucks!

Skipped town to Makai to get more training since the incident with Bitch-Yukina.

I trained my fucking ass off for months in hopes to awaken a hidden power within my ass, found out that even though I became stronger, I...

I didn't get the results I was aiming for for the entire duration of the 5 months I've been away from Ningenkai.

Psyche!

What I was aiming to achieve is the hidden potential that my dead demonic ancestor spoke to me about: the ability to conjure up and wield lightning.

Well, I did get the lightning part finally toward the end of my stay! Raizen had finally given in and gave me the secret on how to do so, after he laughed his sorry ass off!

But controlling that shit is far more fucking difficult than I imagined it would be!

Anyway, I mainly returned from Makai because I caught wind of the stench of Lord Dickhead Enma and that he is still around... Alive... and he's back in Reikai-- Spirit World!

Who the fuck knows where the real Enma was hiding while Kurama and Hiei bagged the fucker's clone. Just know that I am every bit as disappointed as I sound, yet, part of me looks forward to breaking his face with my very own fists!

In other news...

Upon returning, Keiko's Yusuke-Radar went off and she came charging at me, screaming at me for disappearing and having not been hear for some mushy holidays that normies with normal lives celebrate.

Hello? I'm not normal. Have I ever been? And has not my life been far from anything relatively normal?

She yelled. She bitched. She punched my lights out.

Then the strange demon who watches over Kuwabara showed up. She told me that Kuwabara was alright during the holidays since Kurama kept him company, but meanwhile his home life was the same, yet, worse than normal. She informed me about how the Old Hags have been really harassing him for these past 5 months, that the enemy's use spiritual warfare had rocket up and scorched the charts. She says Kuwabara won't turn to anyone about any of it, since he has difficulty in admitting issues in his personal private life.

She spoke to me, warning me about imposters giving or selling false or corrupt information. She swears up and down that she is very much a part of Kuwabara's very own soul, but oftentimes she loves mixing up things a bit. She says she's one of his own personal manifestations and that, yes, they share the same soul and that she's merely an astral form of his. She is legitimately Kuwabara himself, but an extension of himself.

She said that guy I spoke to, that I had hunted down, was not the real guy I was searching for, but an imposter who sought to add confusion to our predicament and that he was an ANGEL who serves Enma.

Shit.

Well, this sucks.

But...

Hiroginna gave me some answers.

My real demon name is Kimaris who is also Purson.

Then she told be the weirdest shit EVER!

Hiei is actually a part of my soul, so is Yoko Kurama. That they are separate manifestations of my own soul, parts of me who gained physical forms... bodies!

Sheesh!

And she told me some other shit, too, with all of that. Pheh.

Apparently Kuwabara's old, original and first incarnated self--Lucifer--and my other selves (Kurama and Hiei) and myself got into some serious fights with Lucifer, vice versa, on account of something I did.

Hiroginna never told me what it was I did. Not yet anyway...

[pinkhairedsniper]

So, I hit the post limit, but I would like to know how you started shipping them.

oh my god poor you- fuck post limit

ok this gon be long

so you see because im an ambitious son of a bitch im writing an AU where the tf2 mercs find the Frog Ruins:tm: & manage to build sburb, & bc these bitches crazy they play it snipers planet is this ridiculous thing like Land of Predators and Countdowns & hes a sylph of doom so hes constantly like fighting like hands & teeth to make a crap ton of meant to be shit happen, & overall just straining himself trying to snipe the right enemies & all no matter how difficult it gets so i went "hm as a character development arc or somethin i should make him accept to be helped by someone or some shit" i didnt know who tho bc spy already worked w him for different shit & demo already helped spy, engie & medic were busy w their respective meltdowns & heavy & scout were already managing that (yes, scout, don't ask), pyros hard to track for most of the AU as a prince of space, & then "solly," solly is a heir of hope & is tough as fuck. solly can shove a crap ton of miracles & overall dumbassery at his desperate doomed ass. solly is literally motivation & moral support incarnate, while also wielding a big fuckoff rocket launcher. solly was in every fuckin way perfect for him. i accidentally figured out tf2's goth girlboss & himbo husband couple & i dont know what to do w this information aside from shipping them ig also before you ask no that fic isnt posted. yes its already long enough to break google docs (+100 pages). no it is nowhere near done. yes its unposted status is entirely the fault of time loops & how i have to be sure they work first. no, you really really do not want to know about scout.

but yes anyway i quickly found out that they also work outside of the AU too bc of how dang easy it is to make solly soft & how sniper just has that vibe of someone who needs a hug &

listen, solly needs to be looked at like hes the world & have his little heart go beating faster

he didnt even know he needed that but he loves sniper

& sniper loves him back, so so much,

*sobs quietly*

[snackwizard]

link to playlist

tracklist under cut!

1. american healthcare // penelope scott

It was the government, the companies, bureaucracy, the lobbyists, the Congressmen and lies! They trickled into both my ears, it got louder over the years until all that I could hear was fucking flies.

2. me and my husband // mitski

Me and my husband, we are doing better. It's always been just him and me: Together. So I bet all I have on that furrowed brow, and at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together

3. the guide to success // joe iconis

So, you wielded your attack fist, and now you're on the blacklist? Tell me, sonny, was it worth it? Does it feel as good as you thought it would?

4. touch-tone telephone // lemon demon

Don't hang up yet, I'm not done I'm an expert, I'm the one The one who was right all along Better to be laughed at than wrong

5. pantsuit sasquatch // molly lewis

All my credentials didn't matter All my service & nobody cares They tried to purchase the world on a platter Phoned in some favors and now it is theirs

6. business man // mother mother

Talking 'bout the business man Devil with an evil plan Buddy in the stupid pants Kind of old and kind of fat Talking 'bout the business man, the business man

7. im gonna win // rob cantor

It's hard to be charming and smart and disarming It's hard to pretend you're the best It's hard to fulfill everyone's expectations It's hard to keep up with the rest

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8. rat // penelope scott

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

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9. batty rap // robin williams

I been brain-fried, electrified, infected and injectified, Vivosectified and fed pesticides, My face is all cut up My radar's all shut up Nurse I need a check-up from the neck up, I'm Batty!

10. pygmalion // the scary jokes

You've got real potential But you lack the essentials You're just a monster with a BFA She wants to claw your eyes open So you can see, she's not a plaything

11. caught like a fly // falling in reverse

Caught like a fly in a web of your lies It's truth be told now, or it's meet your demise So how did it feel? When you held the knife That you stuck right in my back a thousand times?

12. i cant decide // scissor sisters

It's a bitch convincing people to like you If I stop now call me a quitter If lies were cats you'd be a litter Pleasing everyone isn't like you Dancing jigs until I'm crippled Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled

13. disobedient // kate micuicci

I've been good, sir So very, very good for what? And I've given you Every single thing I've got It's feeling strange, man This whole arrangement Is gonna end with me totally deranged

14. still alive // jonathan coulton

And believe me I am still alive I'm doing science and I'm still alive I feel fantastic and I'm still alive While you're dying I'll be still alive

15. wires // the neighborhood

I can hear it in your voice while your speaking, you can't be treated Mr. Know it all had his reign and his fall At least that's what his brain is telling all If he said help me kill the president I'd say he needs medicine

[mor-beck-more-problems]

The Fast and the Furious: Spectral Drift || Morgan, Nell, & Constance

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @nelllraiser @constancecunningham @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Just gals being pals.

CONTAINS: car theft, drowning

For once, Nell was gaining a moment of mediocrity in her otherwise far too lively existence. Not that she minded the chaos. Parts of her thrived on it, but she’d been learning as of late that not all chaos was good, and a spot of normality was welcome in an otherwise unforgiving world. She and Morgan had gathered at Coffee Plus, taking advantage of the quiet day to do a bit of catching up between one another. Leaning forward to take a hearty bite of her chocolate muffin, Nell finished chewing and swallowed before finishing the story she’d launched into. “I’m just saying- maybe if he couldn’t handle the whole sandwich, he shouldn’t have stuck his fingers in the hanyo.” Her tone was bright with a laugh as she remembered the ridiculous expression that had been on the man’s face. Ready to launch into another joke about the poor guy’s predicament, she stopped mid-sentence— realization dawning over her as movement caught the corner of her eye. “Morgan...isn’t that...your car?” Pointing towards the vehicle in question, Nell stood to get a better look. Sure enough, she recognized the license plate that was ever so slowly inching away from the curb, the back of a mysterious head seeming to fumble with the controls. “Someone’s taking your car!”

Morgan was relieved that Nell wasn’t so bothered by her Constance drama as Blanche had been. She missed her young friends and whatever good she was able to imagine she did for them by being around. They certainly did plenty enough for her. Nell, especially, never backed down from a fight or a favor if it seemed right to her, and she could brighten any day with stories from her daily whirlwind adventures. Even though Morgan couldn’t really enjoy anything at the cafe, she didn’t feel ill at ease slurping at her seltzer water with Nell across the table. Listening to the latest turn, Morgan couldn’t help but snort. “You know not everyone is in your league, right, Nell?” She asked. “A lotta guys who call themselves brave would pee their pants getting up to some of the stuff you do. Although, gotta say, even I’m not woman enough to go anywhere near that ‘hanyo’ stuff, even for money.”

She had another question on her lips when Nell’s face changed. “M-my what?” She couldn’t have heard that right. But she followed Nell’s finger and— “That fucking bitch,” she hissed, tearing her bag off the chair. “I gotta go, I’m sorry, Nell, you might wanna run.” She stumbled outside in disbelief. “You’ve got three seconds to get out of my fucking car!” She cried.

Constance jumped, startled at the fury in the woman’s face. She was still getting used to being seen by any old soul, and not just her fellow damned and dead. She could still get out. Apologize for the mischief. This crime was small, impulsive, childish. She had only been wondering at the miraculous contraptions since they had first frightened her months ago. And seeing Morgan, this other Agnes, slide in and out of hers with more pride than any girl she’d seen give to a bicycle. It hadn’t even been locked. How grateful could this woman be for it if she didn’t think to have it locked? Thus, Constance’s resolve solidified. “I think you’re wrong!” She called. Her foot tested one of the pedals and a delicious roar came out of the engine. “I only need three to get away with it.” She moved the lever next to her and pushed the pedal again. The automobile shot backwards, crunching into something behind her. Constance fixed the lever again and she was flying forward, into the road like a comet. “Try and stop me, Bachman!” She cried.

Immediately electing to ignore Morgan’s recommendation of running, Nell’s head whipped around in search of something that might help, an idea that could get Morgan’s car back, and possibly give Constance some hell at the same time. It came to her in the form of a bright and shiny sedan someone was just pulling up in, putting their own vehicle into park alongside the curb. They didn’t have a chance to take the keys out of the ignition before Nell was on them. “Can I borrow this?!” she yelled at the startled driver who was frozen in shock. His confused voice matched the hopeless alarm on his face.

    “Wha-? No! It’s my car! Who the hell are you?” Without answering, Nell wrenched open the driver side door, grabbing the shirt of the poor man to firmly remove him from his seat, and deposit him on the asphalt. “Sorry!” Nell quickly apologized, another idea quickly coming to her. “Uh- official police business! Detective Vural thanks you for your service and so does White Crest!” It’d only taken her a quick second to Summon the fake badge she’d magically made when she’d pretended to be police to Regan and shove it into the face of the driver. As Constance and Morgan’s car rocketed down the street, Nell quickly put her ‘borrowed’ car into gear, also ignoring the fact that she didn’t have a license, and had mostly driven tractors. “Morgan!” she called out, rolling the car to her friend. “Morgan, get in! We’ll catch her!”

Morgan screeched with outrage. “My girlfriend bought me that Subaru!” She started pelting the car with whatever she had on hand. Her drinking straw, crumpled up receipts, post it notes, half used packs of Trident, pens, embroidery needles, her planner. They all bounced off the red car and fell pathetically into the road as Constance reversed right into a light pole, switched gear, and drove straight into traffic.

Morgan followed her as far as the stoplight, screaming wordlessly until the car behind her honked. “Hey, lady! Don’t make us late too!”

Morgan stumbled back into the parking lot, just in time to see Nell wielding a police badge as she dove into a random suburbanite sedan. “D-detect--yeah! Detective Stryder thanks you for your service too! Call the station with my name if you have any questions!” She didn’t slide so much as topple into the shotgun seat, junk still spilling from her bag. “And thank you!” She called behind her. They sped off in the direction Constance had gone, fast enough for Morgan to feel plastered to her seat before she could even buckle up. “I uh--didn’t know you had a lot of getaway experience, Nell,” she said, laughing breathlessly.

Broken glass and confused drivers littered the road ahead of them. Skid marks striped the road. Up ahead, the faintest streak of banged up red zig zagged through the lanes before jumping the curb and tearing into the town common.

A snarky chuckle fell from Nell as the familiar name of Marley Stryder was thrown into the mix. “I didn’t know you knew Marley,” she said as casually as a person could while beginning to give chase to a car that had been hijacked by a ghost who could have belonged in Downton Abbey for all Nell was concerned. As for getaway experience… “Oh, I don’t! Unless you count racing games and tractors!” she answered brightly, the rush of piloting a car that was careening down the street in a chase already causing delicious adrenaline to pump through her veins. It’d been a long while since she’d gotten to enjoy a high like this without also fearing for her life. “Actually, I’ve always wanted to drive a getaway car! Or be in a car chase! I just didn’t think I’d get to since I don’t have my license or whatever.” The witch dropped the news as if it were the most inconsequential fact one could say at a time like this, accelerating all the while. A light turned red. Nell didn’t hesitate as she blew through the intersection. Thankfully, Constance had run the same light, clearing the way for Nell to pass through safely. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her!” In a jerky movement, Nell followed the ghost onto the grass of the common.

“We’re acquainted,” Morgan said, wincing at the memory. It clearly wasn’t in any way that could be considered ‘good.’ “Wait, what do you mean you--oh my fuck, Nell, no!” Morgan yanked the wheel, swerving the car away from a tree, bouncing painfully back onto the street. She could see her red Subaru swerving down towards the docks in the distance, the bumper just barely hanging on and sending a fireworks show worth of sparks down the street. “She can’t get much farther like this,” she hissed between her teeth. Morgan let go of the wheel and reached into her bag for her salt pistol.

This wasn’t really the ideal time for Nell to question Morgan further about her and Marley’s relationship, even if her need to be nosy was in full force and trying to get her to ask anyway. Later, she told herself before punching her foot to the gas once more. “Hey!” she objected as Morgan jerked the wheel. “I wasn’t gonna hit it! Talk about a backseat driver,” Nell grumbled. But the disgruntled mood was quickly past her. How could she stay upset when she was zooming along in a car chase? A grin split over her lips as she took the time to roll her window down, laughing as the wind whipped her hair with the sudden gust of air. “What is that?” Nell asked, not entirely sure what kind of gun the strange thing in Morgan’s hands was. However, she did know that if Morgan was going to get any kind of decent shot, they needed to be closer. Yet again, Nell stomped on the gas, laying the pedal flat against the floor of the car. Finally, she managed to catch up to Morgan’s car, the front bumper of Nell’s ‘borrowed’ car kissing against the back of Morgan’s Subaru. The nudge was more than enough to knock the Subaru’s bumper loose. “Ha!” Nell exclaimed as the piece of plastic clattered beneath them before remembering that it was Morgan’s car she’d just tapped. “Ah- I mean- oops?”

Morgan cried out to see her poor bumper. Her fingers stretched out helplessly to the windshield. “S-subaru…” she whispered. That did it. Morgan cranked down the windshield, because of course it still had a fucking crank, and leaned out, pistol raised. Three short pops burst through the air. Three brusts of smoke. The salt rounds exploded against  the Subaru. One landed in the spiderweb break in a window, melting on contact.

Constance’s joy was short lived. These monstrosities were no relief, no freedom. The beastly thing seemed to have a mind of its own! Then the windows began to cave in, dripping with salt. “No, no, no, no…” She whimpered. She tried moving the lever, but this only made the car jerk and fit. Panicked, she rammed her foot to the pedal. The automobile screamed as if she’d cursed it and spun out of her control. Constance shifted, ready to drift out like it was no matter of all, but no, her solid form was now her prison. The automobile crashed onto the docks. Wood shattered everywhere in its wake. Finally, it came to a stop, and Morgan Beck, the last of the Bachmans, was right behind her. Constance picked her way out of the debris and stumbled into the car’s path, her body clenched and unyielding. Let her do her worst, cruel coward that she was. To ruin even one of her ill-gotten treasures was worth the trouble this had cost.

As Morgan hung out the window of the car, Nell reached for her own door handle— ready to launch herself into whatever showdown it was that Constance was hoping to have here. What she was going to do she wasn’t all that sure yet. But Nell had to do something. If she didn’t, who knew if there would be another Maxine sooner rather than later? But as her hand reached for the plastic of the handle, she heard a click of the locks, and in a single second the witch found herself momentarily trapped in the car by some no good ghost mischief. If only it had stayed mischievous rather than lethal. Before Nell could so much as search for the unlocking mechanism, a weightlessness overtook her. She was...flying? No, the entire car was flying. Straight over the side of the dock as Constance wielded her power once more, sending the borrowed vehicle right into the hungry fingers of the waiting waves of the ocean. Morgan was gone from the window before Nell could make sense of what was happening, probably thrown adrift by the sheer force of the launch. And then...an icy coldness as water began to pour in through the open window, the car sinking steadily below the surface of the water while Nell remained trapped inside. She jerked uselessly at the handle as more saltwater began to fill the cab of the car, it not taking long to rise to her knees. It seemed whatever Constance had used to keep the doors shut wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Constance, don’t.

The voice wasn’t in Constance’s ears, but it shook through her strange body as she tried to stop the car. Locking it was no matter to her, but the rest, becoming an immovable object to its unstoppable force. If she were her full self, it would already be in the air. If she were herself, she could have gotten hands around Morgan and snapped her to pieces. She could have thrown her across the room, smashed her up and down and gathered the dust of her bones for--

Constance, don’t.

It was the girl’s voice. Blanche Harlow. And in remembering her warning, Constance stepped back from her rage. But the car was already trembling in her grip. There was someone besides Morgan inside. Another girl, as frightened as the school children had been, maybe more. She could see Constance. She knew exactly what was happening to her, and perhaps even why. Constance let go, it was too much, all of this was too much, she didn’t want to be cruel to innocents, but she couldn’t let Morgan cower behind her friends all the time either! Constance’s self-control was like that of a child and the car didn’t come gently down to rest. It soared into the water and crashed through its depth, hard enough to disrupt the waves. Constance watched it sink, helpless to move, to think. “Help!” She screamed at last. “Someone help! There was a crash, did you see a crash? The automobile just-- there’s more than one person inside there! Help!” She sprinted up the docks, arms waving like mad. “Help me, please!”

Even Morgan’s zombie nerves felt her body hit the water. She plummeted downwards, muscles burning as she wriggled to slow herself down. The ocean was veiled in salt and murk before her eyes, but she could just make out the outline of the subaru in the distance. She opened her mouth once to call, only realizing how stupid that was when water rushed into her mouth. Fuck. She had to get to her. She was not losing another person to this spoiled brat of a witch. I’m coming, Nell. I’ll make this right.

As the water got higher, and only the murky depths of the ocean could be seen out her driver’s side window, Nell screwed her eyes shut for a long moment— trying to assess, to find her way out. She hadn’t come all this fucking way to die via being tossed into the ocean by a god damned ghost. The sound of rushing water, and the coldness of it rising to chest height was enough to push Nell into action, and in a quick moment she’d drawn one of her hidden daggers, slamming the butt of it against a backseat window. It did what it was meant to, shattering the glass and allowing more water to fill the car. The witch couldn’t remember where she’d heard it, but somewhere along the way she’d gotten it into her brain that letting the car fill with water would make it easier to open the door and make her escape. A quick spell made easy work of the locks, and the whole handle flew off of the side of the door as the dire need of the situation had given her a little too much juice when it came to casting. Whatever. It would work. She’d been submerged enough to float towards the roof of the car at this point, and now all there was left to do was wait. Wait for the car to finish filling. Wait for the perfect moment to take her last breath and make a break for it. Finally, the moment came— and she took a shuddering and deep last breath of precious air as the car became entirely filled.

Nell fumbled it. Half of her final breath became water where there should have been air, and suddenly a reflexive cough was wracking her. In all of two seconds...her air was spent, and she hadn’t even gotten out of the car yet. It didn’t matter. That was what she told herself. It didn’t matter because dying wasn’t an option. Kicking open the door, it felt like time moved in slow motion as she finally came out from the car. She raised her eyes towards the light filtering above her to find that the sun seemed impossibly far away. Shit. Shit shit shit. Had she really sunk that far so quickly? Should she have tried her chances with getting out of the car earlier? It didn’t matter now. Swimming had never been a problem for her, but the surface seemed impossibly far. Nevertheless, she kicked her legs, making a desperate attempt to live. It wasn’t long before her lungs were screaming for air, begging her to take that breath of seawater that would begin the sealing of her fate and death. Just a little closer. Just a little more. But the little more wasn’t enough. It felt like every gallon of the ocean was pressing on Nell— her eyes, her ears, any crevasse it could manage to find. Dizziness began to take its hold, and Nell vaguely wondered how it was even possible to be dizzy underwater, the inane thought crossing her mind as spots began to appear in her vision. She wasn’t going to drown. She refused to drown. Barely aware of it, sheer will seemed to propel and jet her higher, and whether it was her legs or her magic, she wasn’t able to say.

Morgan was no expert swimmer, but she had determination and stamina on her side. She tore through the water, muscles aching. The pull of the ocean was not her friend this time. It weighed down her arms, making her slower. Salt and floating debris flung into her eyes. Morgan continued to swim. She could see her now, a limp ragdoll figure in the blue.

No. Not today. Not one more fucking person is dying because of Constance.

Morgan grabbed her around the waist and propelled them to the surface.

“There they are!”

“Look!”

“Someone toss ‘em a rope!”

“Grab on, honey! Don’t let go!”

Morgan’s eyes were blurry with seawater, but she made out the shadow of a life preserver flying towards her. Morgan dragged her and Nell towards it, trying not to focus on how much distance there was between them and the shore, the ruin of her Subaru, the weight of Nell’s motionless body in her arms. “We--” she called, her throat choked with salt. “We need-- CPR! She--” Morgan gagged on more seawater. Nothing was moving fast enough. Not her legs, not the human chain forming on the docks, not the clouds gathering over the blinding sun. Morgan kicked in the water to help move them along, but it felt like she was still being pulled down, squeezed until she broke and gave up.

When they reached the surface, Morgan remembered to give a few dramatic coughs and wheezes while a woman she recognized from Amity Row felt for Nell’s pulse. “How did you… did you see? What happened?” Morgan asked.

The crowd looked uneasily at each other. “Just the end,” one of them admitted. “Wouldn’t have seen it at all except for that weird little girl.”

They began to describe her in bits and pieces, red hair, funny dress, maybe a cosplayer, but Morgan had already heard too much. She didn’t care what Constance had or hadn’t done for them, what kind of crowd she wanted to draw for her latest maneuver. If she was still gawking by the time Morgan was through here, she’d take her new solid body and pound it into dough. “Out of my way!” She snapped. “She just needs CPR! Fuck, it’s not rocket science!” She started pumping on Nell’s chest, blocking out the rest of the world. She’d taken this training enough times to remember; she could get this right. “Come on, Nell…” She whispered. “I can’t let her get you too. Come on…” She breathed into her mouth. “We’ve got this, Nell. We got this… we got this…”

[waitineedaname]

If its okay, would you be open to writing solkat? A human au would be neat but anything goes I just think their dynamic is really fun

I love solkat!! they really do have a fun dynamic and it’s built on flirting under the guise of making fun of each other, and that’s just a fact

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“You’re cheating!”

“How the everloving fuck am I cheating? I’m playing upside down. If anything, I’m at a disadvantage.” Sollux said, emanating smug with his head dangling off the couch.

“And yet you’re somehow winning!” Karkat was wielding his remote like he would’ve thrown it at Sollux’s head if not for the fact that he would immediately go careening off the Mario Kart track if he did so. “Therefore: cheating!”

“Oh, come on KK.” Sollux shifted, sliding a little further off the couch. “I’m pretty sure that’s more of a sign you suck than me cheating.”

“I’ll show you sucking-”

“Oh my god, do you even hear what you’re saying.”

“Not! Like that!” Karkat yelled shrilly. Sollux just laughed at him, continuing to coast ahead of every other kart. 

“How the fuck would I be cheating, anyway?”

“I don’t know! You’re mister ‘master hacker’ aren’t you?” Karkat said with a vicious amount of sarcasm.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t just do that to fucking Mario Kart! That’s just dumb. Especially when I can kick your ass into two pieces without cheating.”

“Your face is what’s dumb! I don’t know how anyone looks at you without immediately losing brain cells simply from how stupid you look all the time.” Karkat stuck his tongue between his teeth and spoke with an exaggerated lisp. “‘I’m Tholluxth and I think I’m so cool because I’m a shitty hacker trope. Watch me get off to the number two.’”

“You’re just jealous I’ve got more game than you do.” Sollux smirked up at him, the effect somewhat ruined by his upside down state.

“As if.” Karkat scoffed. “Besides, you’re such a fucking liar. You’ve hacked Mario Kart before.”

“When?”

“Remember what you did to Bowser’s Castle?”

“Oh my god.” Sollux burst into laughter at the memory, accidentally sliding all the way off the couch and bonking his head gently on the ground. 

“You piece of shit, I still can’t play that stupid level without that song playing at full fucking volume! I can’t look my neighbor in the eye anymore because she’s heard my TV blast ‘TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX.’”

“My finest achievement!” Sollux crowed, still laughing at him. Karkat kicked at him. “If you’re so mad, why don’t you just kiss me about it, asshole.”

A moment passed where Karkat didn’t say anything, and Sollux almost looked up to see if Karkat was okay, but he was cut off by Karkat’s fist in the front of his shirt. Karkat managed to yank him mostly upright, and before Sollux could react, Karkat was planting a kiss directly on his mouth. Sollux’s eyes went wide and when Karkat let him go, he was gaping at him. Karkat looked insufferably smug, and he tapped a button on his controller with confidence. The vibration telling Sollux that a shell had just collided with his kart knocked him out of his stupor, and he shrieked.

“You son of a bitch!” He shoved at Karkat, but Karkat just laughed and fended him off as he rocketed to the front of the race just in time to cross the finish line. “Who’s cheating now? I can’t fucking believe you.”

“Oh how the turntables…” Karkat said faux-wistfully. 

“How dare you quote The Office at me. You piece of shit.” Sollux pulled himself fully onto the couch and sat back with a huff. “You won’t be so smug when I kiss you back next time.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both, bitch.”

“Challenge,” Karkat said, tapping the rematch button, “fucking accepted.”

[filiaromana]

ENDGAME was AWESOME but NOT PERFECT (Spoilers)

It was the shortest 3-hour movie I have seen next to Troy (2004) Let me break it down to the good/amazing stuff and the confusing/mediocre stuff. Confusing

1. The FIVE year time jump. We all know that time jumps are generally signs of weak and lazy writing, I know the producers and writers are trying to address every subplot but the fall from grace moments are as essential as the results we have seen our beloved characters in. Nat drowning herself with work, Steve trying to do emotional support for people and help them move on, Clint becoming an assassin (which could have a potential for more intricate scenes) and Tony finally building Pepper a house by the farm or lake, you get that point.  What we could have was Pepper building Tony back up, Steve dealing with his failures (which I thought they would do when they began the HQ scene with Tony saying I fucking told you). AND HULK-BANNER JOURNEY TO COOPERATE? (Like Naruto and Kurama finally becoming friends, we have had a whole anime series for that and here, we got nothing.) We could have had those hows, those things that made some of the OG Avengers to just wanna “move on”. 2. The VORMIR plothole. SO Nebula is basically their tour guide in space right? Aside from Rocket. So, why the fuck didn’t she say things about the SOUL STONE MANDATORY SACRIFICE? It’s not a detail you wanna hold back from the team? Logically this detail that killed Gamora, her beloved sister, shouldn’t have kept in the dark. “But it wouldn’t have the same, intensity and gravity if Nebula warned the OG team.” Yeah, so this is telling me, she just stomached everything, somehow arranged and assigned two best buds who mean the world to each other to get the soul stone. How convenient. How fucking convenient.

(for those who are saying Nebula didn’t understand the Soul stone sacrifice at the very first place)

3.  The RULES of TIME TRAVEL. I CAN’T ONLY BE THE ONE WHO IS FRUSTRATED by this. We have seen a lot of time travel movies, the ripple effect and the other rules of this shit. You don’t show yourself to people who directly know you, you don’t show yourself to your past self, and lastly, you don’t get to kill your fucking past self and still get to live. They even managed to bring it up themselves, referencing movies. But the only scapegoat they had was, they are gonna return the stones? Thor talking to Queen Frigga, so what do we think about this? Frigga is still going to die by the hands of the Dark Elves with the new experience and information she had by meeting Fluffy Thor from the future. Steve parring with himself? Tho he thinks of himself as Loki. Lastly, NEBULA SHOOTING HERSELF without affecting her future self? AND what would past Thor think of his lost hammer? The only unwrinkled detail here is Banner meeting with the Ancient One. That’s it. 4. STEVE LIVING HIS LIFE. Bitch, we could have closed our eyes with the previous item but this right here is MAJOR shit. HE returned the stones but stayed in his timeline? So, there is not Captain America during some key events for the Shield/dra and the past how many movies we have seen to lead up to this moment? Bitch what? WHAT? I DON’T BUY THIS SHIT. NOT AT ALL. The guy who saved the world just ruined its present timeline for himself. We can forgive you for telling your past self that Bucky is alive, but this part? This has to cause some CHANGES in the present future. I just really wish they have established some ground rules for time travel stuff. Mediocre 5. WHERE DID THAT PEGASUS COME FROM? 6. That rat. How convenient. What a great timing for that rat to sniff around the van, but it felt like the whole Quantum realm solution rested on a convenient rodent? Come on, we could have done better. We could have Tony studying past Stark-collaborations with the Pym particle. Something far more plausible. 7. No one conveniently died from that surprise airstrike? Somehow a lot of things about the plot was convenient.

8. What of Gamora now? Did you just purposely or accidentally erased Gamora’s character development that you would fix it in GotG vol3?

Good

1. Killing Thanos in the first ten fucking minutes. Whilst it gave us the impression of a time travel/parallel universe solution. It made sense, their plan made sense. Thanos was weakened, the gauntlet was damaged, and they have a powerful backup. Get the stones, reverse it boom. Then it was a detour so they just opted for another option with the same plan. Get the stones (from the past), reverse it. 2. Carol Danvers. Everything about Captain Marvel, from her haircut to the fact that she was even downplayed, making it about the OG team to fix it. And that part where she got teary eyed looking at her old friend Fury. We are yet to see her second movie. Her entrance tho, everybody cheered and whistled. Yas KWEEN. That’s our girl. She even carried a whole ship by herself. AND SHE IS GIVEN THE CHANCE TO HAVE A SHOWDOWN WITH THANOS. He only managed to overpower her by kinda cheating and literally using his other hand with the power stone. Given the premise from IW, with his fight with Tony. Carol could have just sealed the deal. 3. Wanda being a wonder. That callback. You’ve taken everything from me. Bitch could have crushed Thanos apart, I even got the sense of some Dark Phoenix schist. (No offense meant to XMEN fans) but then again, Thanos was that desperate, sacrificing his army to get away from Wanda’s grip. 4. New Asgard. A lot says that Thor’s development was erased in this movie, but personally, his depression only registered after a few years as it is different for everyone. He got a beer belly, and boy did he look like a typically mythological god with the dad bod. Valkyrie taking charge of everything is so noble of her. 5. Steve wielding the Mjolnir. Alright, this could have gone straight to the amazing list but then again. He was able to summon thunder? Odin said the power of Thor doesn't reside on the hammer but within himself in Thor Ragnarok. So why was Steve able to blast Thanos with some lightning? But nevertheless, it’s good. I’ll buy it. Maybe they went with “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."

6. Nat’s sacrifice. It was a very emotional moment, I honestly thought it was going to be Clint, to redeem his killing spree (which we didn't get to see much of) but it ended up with her. She deserved better tho, and Scarjo did an amazing performance.

Amazing (It’s many so I’ll put it in bullets)

Skinny Tony.

“I went for the head.”

Steve’s ass.

Thor’s Fortnite

Carol’s haircut.

Hail Hydra

Howard Potts.

Iron Woman

Ant Man and his tacos

Basically the whole climax

Stark Gauntlet

Hulk and the stairs

Morgan Stark

Spidey Instant Kill

Queen Valk

Captain Samerica

Peggy Rogers

The potato gun kid

“She’s got help.”

“I am inevitable.”

“I am Iron Man”

“It’s okay, you can rest now.”

peace out, I gotta get back to work

[trashpandaorigins]

The Body Keeps the Score  Ch 10. Fear and Loathing in Lax Vrens

"You said it yourself bitch, we're the Guardians of the Galaxy." Gamora is finally a part of something. But the past always follows you, eats at you and she must come to grips with her deeds as she tries to build a future. Meanwhile Rocket has never cared much for anyone or anything. Together the two of them discover they are more alike than different and try to heal themselves by befriending the other.

*Content Warnings: Mentions of child/animal abuse, trauma, character death, physical torture/pain*

Title of this fic is taken from the book of the same title "The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma," by Bessel van der Kolk

Chapter 10

Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken

And the violence, caused such silence, who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family

In your head, in your head, they are fighting

With their tanks, and their bombs and their bombs, and their guns

In your head, in your head they are crying

Zombie - The Cranberries

“Peter,” Gamora heard the muffled sound of shuffling through a haze. Something ached in her right arm. Or was it her left? She didn’t know; her own body was forign to her.  Throbbing, hot pulsing coming from somewhere. Gamora breathed, good no pain there. She knew all too well, how to go through the motions when waking from a wounded fog. Lie still, barely breathe. Get your thoughts as straight as can be. Test your brain  first so you can reassure yourself that even if your body is broken, you still have your mind. She moved her fingers next, something soft. A couch or a bed? She shuffling sound was closer now, she registered it like voices underwater. Gamora held her breath in anticipation as she always did when waking up to discover new types of pain. No matter how many enhancements or procedures, her body continued to surprise her with a diversity of agonies. What would this one be? She tried to move her toes, at least what she hoped was her toes. Everything was heavy, cumbersome, lethargic.

“Hey! Don’t move!” Someone snapped.

“Peter?” She willed her eyes to focus but the raspy voice answered before her sight cleared.

“Tsch, sorry to disappoint.”

R...Rocket? The thought of him elicited hot irritation.

“Wh ...where's...P...Peter?”

“He’s with Groo--he’s with the plant,” Rocket twitched his tail dismissively and began examining her burning arm. Gamora grit her teeth, pushing herself upward on the pillows. Have to get up…. she had to push herself. Had to show the nebulous “them” that she was still alert and ready to fight before Nebula came back...or Proxima, or any of them came to test her again.

“Don’t!” Rocket jumped up on the couch beside her, small paws reaching to grab her shoulders and push her back down. He halted with a lurch, stopping himself before the little claws could touch her. He paused, looking at her with…. trepidation? Fear? His arms fell lamely to his sides. “Just don’t move! Do you know how long it took to check your mods? Don’t screw it up.” His beatty red eyes examined her arm again. “How do you feel?”

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered, closing her eyes. The lights, even dim-were harsh.

“I didn't ask how you'd be. I asked how you feel.”

Despite the pain, Gamora found herself grinning, cracking one eye open.

“Careful, someone might actually think you care.”

“Yeah well I don’t,” he barked harshly, then sighed, “it’s...its G...Groot. He don’t like it when his friends get hurt. Especially when those friends have been hurt enough already.”

Gamora pulled her feverish mind back to the present, his words glossing through her muddled consciousness and getting stuck there with the rest of her jumbled thoughts. She opened her mouth again, tasting flaky cotton dryness. Rocket finished examining the bandage on her arm with a satisfied click of his tongue.

“I’ll get Quill,” he leapt off the couch. “And quit movin’! You’ll make it worse,” he shouted without turning back. She watched him exit the common area, head the small thump of his feet down the hall until at last it faded away.

She savored the momentary silence, closing her eyes against the reality of waking. Her cybernetics flared with irritation, the wires under her skin in her damaged arm still thrummed with electricity. Nebula’s face dominated her mind each time she attempted to rest. She’s not here...Thanos...he’s not here...breathe. You’re on the Benatar. She bawled her hand into a fist against the excruciating stinging in her arm.

“Damn you Nebula,” she’d been so close. So careful.

“You...you let him do this to me!” Her sister’s howl echoed in her mind. Gamora glanced at the wound Rocket had healed, crude stitches.  She pressed her fingers tenderly to the swollen seam of her flesh, gritting her teeth against the sharp pain.

“Knock, knock,”

“Peter!” She swallowed her enthusiasm too late, heat rising in her cheeks. If he noticed her blush, he did not make a show of it. Instead sticking his hands in his pockets and shuffling forward like a nervous child.

“I’d ask you how you’re feeling but you look pretty miserable.” That provoked a small grin, that was the thing about Peter. She didn’t have to hide anything from him, he just knew. She shifted her weight allowing for him to sit down on the side of the bed.

“Any clue where she’d go next? Peter shrugged, shaking his head.

“Didn’t see. I was too busy trying to find you.”

Gamora nodded, she couldn’t fault him for that. She probably made for Sineer, it’s the closest habitable planet that will have a fuel station. If we push it now we can make it before…

Something warm and soft touched against the top of her hand. She went rigid, expecting a scratch or a yank or the plunge of a cold needle but stopped. Peter’s finger gently stroked over her knuckles.

“We already set coordinates for Sineer, all you gotta do is sit back and try to heal up.” Something warm rose in her belly, making it flutter. He smiled, hands remarkably soft for someone who dual wielded pistols.

“Thank you Peter, you’re always so….good.”She spoke the words before she could think them through. But it was true, as silly as it was. His smile widened and she held her breath as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. A small innocent peck. He squeezed her hand for a moment, then patted it.

“Get some rest Gams. I’ll let you know when we get close.”

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She persuaded Peter to let her off the couch the next day, though her arm stung and cybernetics snapped periodically- Gamora moved with grace through the ship. Glad to be able to walk around again. Back to some semblance of normalcy.  Even Drax offered her a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“I am glad you were not too badly injured.”

“Thanks Drax,” she murmured, somewhat awkwardly at her data pad. There’s no guarantee she’s on Sineer, she flipped through the nearby planets. Evah, Resmoa, Halfworld….

Crash!

“I’m….Groooot!!”

“Fuck! Groot!”  

Something’s wrong Rocket’s gotten mad at Groot before but ...something in the tenor of that snarl rose goosebumps on his flesh. Gamora looked up, meeting Drax’s equally concerned face. She flew down the hall and halted, heart dropping.

Groot stood a few paces from Rocket, large eyes filled with sap, staring in abject terror. He clutched his left side, small hand covering something Gamora could not see.

“Small angry friend!” Drax boomed, scooping a shaking Groot up into his hold, “what happ…” he faltered, eyes scanning the floor to Rocket’s data pad, only slightly cracked and blinking with at least five missed messages. Gamora’s breath caught. It wasn’t the data pad, it was the shard of bark lying beside it.

Is that….? She glared over at Rocket who’s trembling paws held the answer. Sharp claws outward, whiskers twitching on edge she knew.

“You hurt him,” Drax exclaimed, more shocked than angry, for once. Groot sniffed, burrowing his head into the crook of the large man’s neck.

“Guys what’s going….” Peter took in the scene with wide eyes, surveying the rest of them. Gamora only watched Rocket’s chest rise and fall, mouth agape, eyes wide though he offered no explanation.

“I didn’t….” he breathed, trembling “I wou….I wouldn’t….” He caught himself, then snorted flicked his paw in what was supposed to be a show of dismissiveness.  A pretty lame one, Gamora observed. “I...I  didn’t hurt him! Kid was meddling in shit he shouldn’t be!”

“He’s a child!” Drax thundered with righteous fury. Gamora dove between them, gasping at the fiery sparks that scourged trough her cybernetics. If anyone noticed, they said nothing.

“Drax!” She held him at arm's length, ready in an instant to attack if need be.

“Easy, easy!” Peter approached Rocket with the caution one would approach well,...a cornered animal . “I’m sure you didn’t mean it, right? Groot’s okay, right buddy? Your good! We’ll get you some bandages and...and how about a nice mezalian cookie?” The little flora perked his head up at the sound of that, lowering his arm to expose a small strip of shredded bark. Drax nodded at the human’s words.

“Come smaller Groot, we will get you some cookies and patch you up. Rocket will not harm you again. We have clearly overestimated his parental abilities.”

Peter scowled at Rocket,

“Man you gotta watch yourself!”

“Peter, it’s fine. I’ll handle it,” Gamora leveled him with a look. Thankfully he nodded, turning once more to the destroyer and Groot.

“What happened,” Gamora rounded on the raccoonoid as Drax and Peter made a hasty departure, cooing and coddling the infant flora.

“Fuck off,” the raccoonoid snapped, waving her away. He looked at the shard of bark on the floor, then to his own claws for but a second, before spitting on said floor and turning on his heel, scurrying into the bowels of the ship.

“How is he?”

“He’ll be okay I think,” Peter inspected Groot’s damaged side. Gamora knelt beside him, staring in wonder at the fresh green shoots already beginning to heal over the tear. Groot himself seemed ambivalent at worse, munching on the cookies.

“I got good news for you too,” Peter prompted. “Nebula escaped in one of our pods so we can track it easily. She just landed.”  Her skin pricked with agitation, the hair on her neck rising. “Lax Vrens.”

---

She would go for Lax Vrens, Gamora shook her head irritably as she, Quill and Rocket stepped off the ramp and onto the wet squishing surface of the tiny planet. Less a planet, not even on the regular scanners, more of an ever so habitable asteroid. An outpost, home to people looking for a place to hide.

“This place is a dump,” Rocket whined.

“You could’ve stayed back with Groot,” Gamora barked. Though given the recent outburst…. The raccoonoid’s stunt hung like a foul odor in the air. He muttered several choice words and flicked his tail in irritation. “I can see you,” Gamora couldn’t help but feel lighter as Peter sauntered over beside her, his headphones crooked on his head, leaving one ear open.

“Nothing gets past you!” He teased, shoulder lightly bumping next to her.

“Can you focus? I don’t want a repeat of last time,” she admonished in what she hoped was not too harsh. It was good to have some levity among her constant search. Among the continuous scanning of any blue and metal alien. She tightened her grip around her blade for ease.

“Finding her will be easy, she’s got our escape pod,” he snapped his fingers to some foreign beat as they walked through the wide thoroughfare of Lax Vrens.

“Not if she abandoned it,” Rocket quipped a few paces ahead of them. “I’m gettin’ new straps and scopes. Ping me if you need anything.” Gamora opened her mouth to argue but Peter’s hand against her arm stopped her.

“It’s not worth it.”

She nodded, allowing it to role off her shoulders. To her right something moved between the low squat buildings. Gamora turned on a dime ready to spring, breath held. Body coiled, a spring ready to go. She halted, heart hammering, Just a Tubarian citizen. Muscles tensed but she moved along, biting her tongue while she walked beside Peter who so casually danced around in the street without a second thought. She laughed, his carelessness and joviality most welcome. There was an innocence there, a strange one, Peter was in fact until most recently a wanted criminal by the Nova Corps but ...still he retained a childish glee she never had; but wanted-no matter how hard she kept the desire at bay.

“What are you listening to n…..?”

Something moved in the shadows adjacent to them. Gamora’s eyes trained on the shift in the darkness. Two figures, one male one female. Kree possibly? Or Skrull? She glanced back at Peter, already several lengths ahead, dancing around in his own little world.

Could be a trap…. her back pinched in tension, the metal in her spine cramping. Gamora zoned in on the two figures, now having backed themselves into an alley. They’re armed, she could see the outline of a pistol against the females hip and a long prong strapped to her back. Wasting no time she whipped out her sword, eyes trained on each target, moving her pace from walking to a brisk pursuit.  With practiced notion she slammed the female into the side of the wooden building, blunt end of the blade against her neck. With her other hand she grabbed the wrist before the female alien could reach for her gun and snatched the weapon away from her belt, aiming it at the male. Gamora frowned making out a stitched insignia on the female aliens cloak, just on the shoulder. A perfect circle, one side of stitched in with red thread the other half empty black, Two hands cupped the circle in with what looked to be humanoid fingers. Some sort of military? Terran? No... Ebony Maw spared no expense in “educating” her and her siblings about the various armies, groups, secret societies throughout the galaxy. This was not one of them. Not that she cared to remember the finer points of those lessons.

“Who are you?” Gamora ordered, examining them. Purplish skin gave way to a black mask, covering their nose and mouth. Though bipedal they weren’t humanoids. She could tell by the fin coming from the male’s back.

“There’s no need for violence Gamora,” the female alien intoned, chiding.

“How do you know my name?”  Of course they know my name.

“We have no intention of harming you,” the male reassured, two sets of arms still held in surrender despite the gun still strapped to his side.

“We were hoping you could help us.” Gamora scrutinized them, sparring a look out to the street. Aliens passed with no inkling of any disturbance. She took a deep breath, lowering the sword, and the gun only just. She watched the male alien take a sigh of relief.

“What makes you think I would help you?”

The female grinned, revealing pointed fangs, quickly tapping something strapped to her wrist.

“Have you seen this creature?”

The male gestured to the rough hologram image attempting to materialize from the computer on the female’s wrist. The blue hologram fuzzed, glitched, then finally formed into a shape.

Is that…?

His face was smaller, gaunt, with patches of hairlessness and dull fur. A metal collar clamped around his neck, tight enough that inflamed pink tissue bubbled up and under the thing, dried blood crusting around the edges.

“Subject 89P13 was with you after the battle of Xandar,” the female went on, smirking at the look of the shock evidence on the assassin woman’s face.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Gamora recovered, quick as she could. The alien female shrugged, flipping off the hologram.

“That’s a pity, we were going to help it.”

Help? Rocket’s lip quivering as he held back tears, the crude blots in his bones she had seen only in passing when he signed to wear anything with a cut below the collar bone. She shivered despite herself. Cold metal, merciless hands picking at your body, tugging and pulling and tearing. Taking things out, putting things in. “I didn’t ask to be torn apart and put back together all over and over….”

“I’m no bounty hunter,” she countered; “I don’t know any Subject 89P13.” Gamora backed away, keeping the gun and sword aimed, glancing once more at the unassuming streets.

“It’s unstable,” the female stated simply, casually examining something under her fingernails. “It wasn’t complete you know.”  Gamora tightened her grip around the weapons. “Has it destroyed anything lately? Taking things apart, reconfiguring weapons and engine systems on your ship?”  

Peter’s pilots, Drax’s knives “upgraded” lying on the floor amid an assembly of other bombs. Stray wires and ruined parts of the ship strewn about as Rocket worked madly on some project he’d assigned himself.

“Has it gotten angry? Hurt you or your crew?” The male asked, stepping closer. 

Groot….

Gamora adjusted her position, squaring against both of them, watching for any sense of movement.

“It will only continue,” the female patronizing an ignorant child. “89P13 was built for destruction. It was programmed to cause chaos.”

They’re wrong! Gamora reasoned. Rocket wasn’t a threat He may be impulsive, manic even, and aggressive but he’s not...illogical or can’t be reasoned with. And yet...the way he is constantly taking the ship apart, messing with our things...always ready to fight...always testing his latest weapons without any care for our safety ...for Groot’s safety. Her gut churned with each incident in the past week alone. He bit Peter...and nearly bit Drax the day before that. But Groot, she reassured herself. He’d never hurt Groot .. .except he had hurt Groot and showed little remorse about it.

“It’s only a matter of time,” the alien continued. “It is a danger to itself and anyone it comes in contact with.”

“ He isn’t a danger,” Gamora shouted before she could help it. Both of them smiled,

“So you do know it.”

Gamora curled her finger around the trigger.

“It will only get worse. It cannot resist it’s conditioning. We went through great pains to ensure that.”

I’m sure you did, images of the hologram surfaced in her mind. The cruel scalpels and electric shocks. If his “conditioning” was anything like her own, she sincerely hoped it wasn’t.

“Why do you think we created 89P13 in one of the most secure laboratories in the galaxy on one of the most remote planets in the keystone quadrant.”

Halfworld…. Gamora’s eyes flicked to the insignia on their black uniforms. The female alien smiled once more, eerily wide.

“89P13 was never meant to survive outside the lab. It’s creator made it what it is. It was a dumb, mute, senseless animal when it came to us.”

When you captured him, stole him away from his natural parents...siblings if he had them...taken away...he didn’t come to those scientists any more than I came to Thanos.

Gamora’s sword shook ever so subtly.

“It was a sack of skin and bone. 89P13 is a ticking time bomb. You best return it to use before it explodes.”

“You are wrong,” Gamora whispered dangerously. She continued to back away, making towards the main street again.

“It is suffering Gamora.” She halted despite herself. The male alien reasoned lowly, “it is in far greater pain outside of the lab then inside of it. We know that must be hard to believe, but it is true and it will continue to suffer.”

The female alien lurched closer,

“You know the horror of it yourself, to be a half formed thing. Would you wish that fate on the animal you profess is your companion? Your friend?”

Gamora opened her mouth to retort, stopping as something was pressed into her hand.

“If you see 89P13, press this button.” She stared at the small round device, a single button in the centre. “That will subdue it.”

“We want  89P13 to thrive and be the most that it can be. That’s what you want too isn’t it? The female alien admitted with sickly sweetness.

Gamora stepped backward,  into the street again keeping their weapons which-oddly enough they made no move to take.

“You don’t know what I want,” she hissed, turning and dashing back down the streets of Lax Vrens to find Peter, the device heavy in her hand.

[the-lady-bryan]

HP AU Idea

Time Travel, with a twist.

TIMELINE A -

For frame of reference: Everything Pre-Cursed Child happens. Including the 19 years later epilogue. At the point of the epilogue, Harry is 36 years old and the year is 2017.

Immediately following epilogue, Harry’s life goes to hell and a handbasket. He is injured on the job so severely he is forced to retire and is crippled. He eventually takes up a post at Hogwarts (but not DADA). During this time he finds out his wife’s been cheating on him through most of their marriage and that Albus and Lily aren’t his kids. James is though. Ginny may have been cheating on him, but it’s Harry that gets caught with someone else - Dean Thomas, the Transfiguration professor.

At 42, war with the muggle world breaks out and Harry is forced back into the field after extensive surgery to literally give him a new spine. (His original injury could not be magically repaired due to dark magic curse scarring preventing regrowth of his spine.) The excuse the ministry uses is “If Mad-Eye could do it, our Savior can, too!” His son is still not speaking to him after catching him with his transfiguration professor.

Harry was 51 when his son led the Lion's Charge of London. It was a great day for magicals... The liberation of Gringotts and Diagon. Only to have Harry's grandchildren burned in their home of Grimmauld Place when the muggles took flamethrowers  and rocket launchers to every magical home they could find in the city area.

Harry was 60, and it was his birthday, when he and Dean lost everything they had left. Godric's Hollow was purged from the face of the Earth. Hogwarts became the last hope.

Harry Potter held everyone together, barely, when he was instated as Headmaster of the school after the death of Headmistress Daphne Greengrass. Headmistress Greengrass had taken it upon herself to lead the rescue teams sent out to collect any and all muggleborns they could locate and bring them to safety among their own kind. She sacrificed herself so her team could get the children they’d rescued to safety.

They lasted at the old castle until Harry was 77 before they had to evacuate Hogwarts and hope for the best. It was by the surprising grace of old One-Legged Charlie Weasley and his dragons that they were able to get as many out as they did. Harry watched as the only home he ever truly had became a smouldering crater as the refugees made their way towards Iceland. Iceland... the only place to successfully beat back the muggle threat. The last refuge of magic on planet Earth. Over the next few years, Harry and Hermione work on research, and along the way revisit the Deathly Hallows. Harry comes to realize that technically he has the title of Master of Death, but he isn’t actually the Master of Death because to BE it you must die while wielding/holding all three items at the same time, not just have “ownership” of them. - Harry did not have the wand with him at the time, as Voldemort had it. He wonders how things would have been different if he’d actually have the power of the Master of Death rather than getting just the title of it.

Harry Potter was 81 when his longtime life partner Dean Thomas died with a smile on his face in his sleep, his arms wrapped around Harry. A girl they'd taken in along the way during the long decades of war had just given birth that day. She named Harry and Dean as her daughter's grandfathers. Harry and Dean were the only parents she knew. She was muggleborn and rescued as an infant. They had called her Gardenia in the tradition of Harry's mothers' family to name girls after flowers. Her own daughter was Honeysuckle, though after hearing her roaring cry Harry had called her his little Snapdragon.

They lost Neville Longbottom in a supply raid on Harry's 82nd birthday.

Luna Scarmander came to Harry when he was 89. She and Rolf had founded the refuge based on her visions. "Tomorrow, it all ends. Tomorrow is our final day. The war is over. Iceland will be no more at dawn. But they will poison the sky and break the earth. In the days that follow, all life on this world will end. But you will survive." "How." "Take this. You will know when the time is right."

Harry Potter reads the inscription on the odd looking time turner he was handed, but he doesn't understand it. There's a rumbling. It isn't until he lays bleeding, half dead, that he realizes the inscription, like the Mirror of Erised, was backwards. It reads "In case of emergency, break glass." He smashes the time turner and accidentally breathes in the time sand just as the building falls atop him.

Harry Potter is 14 years old when he landed in the Little Hangleton graveyard with Cedric Diggory and the Tri-Wizard Cup, the words “Kill the spare” hang heavy in the air.

Wait..... What?!

TIMELINE B -

For Frame of Reference: Harry Potter was “killed” in the graveyard at Little Hangleton because Voldemort didn’t waste time with crucios and Harry, already injured, just didn’t move fast enough. As a result, the horcrux he carried was destroyed and he was able to escape when he came to while everyone’s attention was on Voldemort. Everything in the following books happens though Dumbledore doesn’t realize Harry is no longer a horcrux, and at the Battle of Hogwarts Harry dies for real and Voldemort wins. However, Nagini is his last remaining horcrux.

It had been 19 years (2017) since Lord Voldemort killed Harry Potter at the Battle of Hogwarts and established his dominion over Magical Brittan. He ruled with an iron fist for 19 years. However in the 20th year of his glorious reign, that bumbling idiot Draco Malfoy and his two goons fucked up with routine maintenance of the wards around the kingdom and the muggles discovered them.

For only a brief moment he felt some sense of regret for killing his potion's master, Severus Snape all those years ago. He was the only one among his inner circle who's insight into muggles and their technology he trusted implicitly. The man was a traitorous spy of the worst kind, but he at least kept up with the advancements of the muggle world.

In the twenty fifth year of Lord Voldemort's reign, he was still cursing his mistake of killing Severus Snape when the first bombs fell on England.

The war lasted another ten years before he was dragged out of the remains of his castle, the crater that had once been Hogwarts - the crown jewel of his kingdom. The only place in all the world that, despite the fact Dumbedore had taken it over for a time, he had felt at home. Had felt wanted. He cursed the portrait of Severus Snape he saw hanging in the woman's office. He swore in parseltongue at the dead snake - the last of his horcruxes for his soul was so tattered he could make no more - that was stretched across the desk, skinned and dissected as if she were a common animal.

Blind eyes stared straight ahead but the woman's head was cocked in such a way he was sure she was tracking movement. "Welcome, Tom Riddle, to Prince's Outpost. Have you realized how futile it was to attempt to subjugate the muggles yet?" Luna Lovegood's eyes may be sightless, but it did not stop her from glaring at him as she removed an old, rusted and unusual time turner from the breast pocket of her patched rebel uniform. She sets it on the table and tells him that he will know when it is time to use it. She gets up, and leaves. Severus Snape glares down at him from his portrait, but is silent.

On the first day he is locked in the office Lord Voldemort discovers that Snape has left his portrait, and after attempting to set it aflame with wandless magic, he finds that the entire office is in some kind of magic nullifying field or ward.

On the third day, Lord Voldemort realizes he cannot break out of the office. His anger spent, his denial denied, he is forced to accept that he is at the mercy of the blind bitch and her painted spy.

On the fifth day Lord Voldemort has cleaned enough of the rust away to find an inscription, but it looks like gibberish.

On the eighth day he hears them... The muggle planes. As Lord Voldemort attempts to build a shelter out of the office's furniture, old instincts from his old life during WW2 kicking in, he clutches the time turner, trying to figure out what he is supposed to do. The hinges are rusted and it will not turn. The chain is broken so the charms that would protect him from the passage of rewinding time will not work. His fingers ghost over the inscription, trying to will it to make sense. It's then he realizes the words are backwards. All he can make out are the two words "break glass".

And so, as Prince's Outpost is falling - falling - burning... and he can feel his magic slowly returning to him...

Lord Voldemort smashes the time turner against his chest and he accidentally inhales the sand inside.

Lord Voldemort was suddenly aware of someone holding him as a bright flash of green streakthed through the night towards the two boys that had just landed in the cemetary before them. The command to “kill the spare” hung heavy in the air...

Wait.... What?!?

TIMELINE PRIME  -

The two timelines split in the Graveyard the night of the third task. In both Timeline A and Timeline B, Luna Lovegood/Scarmander foresaw the end of the world and took measures against it. In each timeline she believes that both Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter are needed to avert disaster, and so in each timeline she gives them the tool to return to the exact moment that the timelines split. This places each man in the past at the correct moment to prevent their timelines from being created. Each Luna does not know, however, that this will be the result. She believes that the one she is sending back will be the only time traveler.

The result is a darker and war hardened Harry Potter, free of his crippling spine injury and armed with the knowledge of the horcruxes and the realization that he has to find a way to work together with Voldemort because the pro-muggle views are going to get them all killed one day. He believes his biggest challenge is going to be convincing Voldemort to work with him and NOT kill him. Voldemort on the other hand believes he needs to convince Harry to work with him and not try to kill him despite all of the really horrible things he has done to the kid. They both realize shit’s gone pear shaped when after Cedric’s killed, which is unavoidable as each man arrived in their younger bodies/forms seconds after the command to “kill the spare” had been given, when Harry shouts “Take my blood! It’s the only way to stop the muggles! Long live Iceland!” while at the same time Voldemort is telling Wormtail NOT to dump him into the cauldron and NOT to do the ritual here damn it! - At which point each man is like “WTF?! That’s NOT how this night was supposed to go what the fuck is going on here?!”

And that’s as far as I’ve gotten so far.

[ive-got-99-problems]

In The Woods (Rocket x OC)

Max, the hunters, and the characters in the town, the rest belong to Marvel! <3

The art is also done by me.

------ Chapter 2, Adjustment ------ The storm lasted for the entire day and started to make its way through the night, Rocket sighed as he stared out the window, he supposed he'd have to spend another night here. He jumped slightly as he heard Max patting a pillow, he turned to see her fluffing it up before placing it on the couch.

"Sorry, you'll have to sleep on the couch," she sighed, "We don't have any guest rooms so-"

"It's fine," Rocket interrupted before hopping off of the window seat and onto the couch, "I should be gone by the morning, the storm should clear up by then."

Max clicked her tongue, "Hm, I don't know, they're calling for rain all week," she walked over to the window, "It feels like it's always been raining since all those people disappeared."

Rocket nodded slowly, debating if he should ask his question, "Max," he said hesitantly, "Do you think that maybe your dad-"

"No, I don't," she turned to glare at him, "That wouldn't happen."

"And why not?"

"Because it just wouldn't."

"Max, he's been gone for a year without any contact, why would he-"

"Drop it, Rocket!" She hissed, "I don't want to talk about this anymore," she turned and walked towards the hallway, "I'm going to go take a shower, make yourself at home."

Rocket winced as she slammed the door shut, guilt wielding up in the pit of his stomach. He then scoffed, why was he feeling guilty for stating the obvious? It's her own fault for not accepting the truth.  No matter what he said in defense, a small voice in the back of his head told him to try and be gentle with her, she was probably still going through grief from losing her father.

Rocket laid back on the couch with a huff, everyone had dead people, she'd have to get used to it.

------

Rocket jolted awake as a loud crash came from the kitchen, he shot up and looked over the couch to see Max tossing a pan onto the island.

"Shit, shit, shit," she hissed as she waved her hand frantically, her eyes widening as she caught eye of Rocket, "Fuck, sorry Rocket, I'm still not good at this."

Rocket scrunched up his nose as he smelled burnt eggs, "At what, cooking?"

She sighed, "Yeah, you'd think after a year of watching cooking videos on YouTube you'd know how to at least cook some eggs."

What the hell was Youtube? He shook the question from his head as he jumped off the couch and made his way over to her.

"You uh, wouldn't know how to cook, would you?"

He scoffed, "Hell no, I mainly lived off of bar and prison food."

"Prison?" Max cocked an eyebrow.

"Y-Yeah," Rocket stuttered, "It was a long time ago, I went for things like public intoxication and shit like that."

Max gave him a weird look before turning back to the stove, "Alright, but remember I won't hesitate to shoot you if you try anything funny."

He scoffed, "I'll keep that in mind."

Max sighed as she got up on her tippy toes and pulled a box from the cupboard, "Guess we'll be having cereal today," she turned around and held up two boxes, "Lucky Charms or Cheerios? I have to warn you, the Lucky Charms are a little stale."

Rocket shrugged, "I don't know, uh, Cheerios I guess?"

She smiled, "Good choice, go ahead and sit down, I'll get you a bowl."

Rocket hummed in agreement before going to the table and taking a seat, he watched her as she pulled the milk out of the fridge.

"Hey, Max, how old are you?"

"18!" She answered as she flashed him an over-the-shoulder smile.

"18, so you were 17 when your dad disappeared?"

Her face softened into a frown as she approached him with his food, "Yeah I was, it was a bitch finishing high school without him," She sat down and handed him his bowl before letting out a soft laugh, "You should've heard all of the conspiracy theories kids came up with for why everyone disappeared. Some said it was the wrath of God, some said it was due to climate change, some said it was due to something the government has been secretly working on, but the most common was that it was aliens," she paused to eat a spoonful of cereal, "Which I'm starting to believe more now that I met you."

"And the giant spaceship wasn't proof enough?" He questioned.

She shrugged, "You never know."

The two fell silent as they ate, Rocket's mind racing on how he'd get back to the ship without getting caught by the hunters, he'd need a weapon. He thought about taking one of Max's guns but she was just a kid, she needed all the firepower she could get. That's when a thought entered his mind.

"Hey Max, you got any other family besides your dad? Like a mom or siblings or somethin."

She sighed, "I do, I got a mom but I don't know where she's at. She left me and my dad when I was 12, cheated with some guy and ran off with him. Even if I knew where she was I wouldn't bother tracking her down, didn't help me when I was a kid, why would she help me now?"

Max grabbed her now empty bowl and walked over to the sink to was it out.

"Oh, sorry to hear that."

"It's fine, it doesn't really bother me anymore."

Rocket raised his brow, it was obvious she was lying. She washed out her bowl and placed it in the sink before turning around. She leaned against the sink, her hands firmly placed onto the edge.

"What about you, do you have anyone left?"

Rocket frowned, "I, uh, yeah, we're not close though."

She nodded slowly, "Do they know you're out here?"

"Maybe," he shrugged, "She doesn't really have a good track record for caring, though."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Eh, it's fine, I'm used to it," he said as he grabbed his empty bowl and jumped down.

Max took it from him and rinsed it out in the sink, "I want to have a look at your wound, make sure it's doing ok."

He nodded, "Yeah, a-alright."

He made his way to the couch, undoing his jumpsuit before hopping up. Max soon took a seat next to him, he tensed as she got close to him. Her hands were gentle as she unwrapped the cloth that surrounded his wound, Rocket's cheeks flushing as she stared at his furry abdomen.

"It looks fine, I'm surprised, you've been moving around a lot."

"How did you know to do this?" He questioned as she picked up a clean piece of cloth.

"My dad was a medic in the Marines, he taught me some stuff about tending wounds and some other stuff."

"Seems like a smart guy," Rocket said quietly as she wrapped the cloth around his waist.

"He was," was all she said as she tended to him, "I mean, is!" She quickly corrected herself.

Rocket frowned, he remembered doing through denial when Nebula told him what had happened to the rest of the Guardians. It was hard enough that he lost Groot, but everyone else? It was so too much for him. He had spent days in his room, he couldn't stop sobbing and crying out as the pain of heartbreak was too much for him. The thought of the Guardians caused his eyes to sting, he cleared his throat and quickly brushed off the tear forming in his eye.

"Rocket, you ok?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he was quick to answer, "Just tired." Max nodded, pulling away to allow him to zip up his jumpsuit, "So, in your room I posters of space."

She smiled, "Oh yeah, I love space, I love looking at pictures of planets and nebulas, its amazing that something like space could exist. It really makes you feel small and makes your problems feel insignificant when you think about how big the galaxy really is," she paused and looked down at him, "Have you ever been to space?"

Rocket smirked before shrugging, "Oh yeah, maybe just a couple of times."

Her eyes lit up, "Really?! What was it like?!"

"Um, I don't know, big? I don't know how to explain it."

"Have you ever been to other planets, were there aliens there?"

"Yeah, it's not really anything interesting though, most planets are pretty much the same. It gets boring after a while."

Max frowned, "Oh."

He winced, he felt guilty for dampening her excitement, "Well, I mean, it's boring for me because I've been to a lot of planets and met a lot of people. It's really exciting when you first start out."

That seemed to cheer her up a little, "Do you think that maybe I could go some time, like, to another planet?"

He shrugged, "Eh, maybe, I don't know, I don't think Baldy would be up to having another crew member."

"Baldy, is that your friend?"

"Huh, oh, y-yeah. Well, her name's actually Nebula, I just call her that."

"Is she like you?"

He laughed, "Hell no, she's mostly metal and blue, real moody, isn't afraid to kill ya if you piss her off."

"Sounds like a fun person to be around," Max said sarcastically.

"Yeah, she's fine," Rocket frowned as he felt his heart begin to ache, "She's all I have left."

Max frowned before gently resting her hand on his shoulder, Rocket jumped at the contact, holding back the urge to snap at her. After a few moments of the interaction, Rocket cleared his throat before jumping onto the ground.

"Well, uh, you got any plans today?"

"Yeah, I have to get some things from the shop. I'm running low on milk and a few other things, you're welcome to come with me if you want, maybe we'll run into your friend?"

"Unlikely, but I do need to get out and stretch my legs," Rocket said as he walked over to the coat hanger and picked up his scarf.

Max smiled, "Perfect, let me just go get my backpack and we'll be off."

[caatws]

the game (chp. 3)

(read chp. 1 or chp. 2 on ao3!)

(read on ao3!)

Gamora waits.

The universe continues on from that fateful day, in the Terran year 2018, because she lets it.

She does not allow the dusted to return. She doesn’t raise a hand to the few pieces left on the board, in their absence.

For the first time, she sits back and watches the universe move on, trying to make sense of Thanos’ actions.

Within one Terran month, Thanos destroys the Soul Stone.

She feels it—feels a deep, shattering, rift in her very being, but she still doesn’t budge, because Thanos may have destroyed this year’s Soul Stone…but not the ones of years’ past.

(Honestly, her mind struggles to comprehend it all, because she is mortal and not meant to exist out of time with the stone, but there is no other way.)

But with the destruction of the stone came the destruction of her ability to leave it, to resurrect the dusted and live among them.

Part of her panics. This was a good move on his part.

But it’s not over. It can’t be.

She continues waiting.

What’s left of the Avengers—plus her sister and Rocket—track down Thanos to his garden and kill him, shortly after he destroys the stones.

This is not her victory; it’s quite the opposite, in fact. If Thanos is removed from the game, then the game itself is ended.

Thanos knows this. And the few times she feels his presence in the Soul World, she can detect his sneers and questions, reminding her this is another loss.

But, once again, she doesn’t budge.

In total, she waits five Terran years.

It doesn’t feel like it in the Soul World. She lives out of time.

But that’s when things start getting interesting.

The Avengers decide to use time travel to get the Infinity Stones. It's not a bad plan, considering it's, well, their only plan, but Gamora already senses things will go south.

After all, only she knows the rules of the Soul Stone.

In practically every single past game, she's explained it to everyone, after returning to life with them.

But that never occurred this time around. So no live soul knows—not even Thanos, as the Thanos who did know has already perished.

Somehow, they split their forces up in such a way that two specific Avengers with an established deep, intimate, personal bond are the ones tasked with retrieving the Soul Stone, and Gamora figures the faintest of echoes from past games have swayed everyone's thinking in that direction.

She senses when the two Avengers in question arrive at Vormir and begin ascending the mountain.

She’s come to know each of the Avengers intimately over the…however many years it’s been, that she’s played this game.

Clint Barton. Also known as Hawkeye. He had a wife and family—all lost in the snap. Gamora usually gives them back to him. This time, she didn’t, and instead watched him turn to ruthless slaughter in his efforts to cope. She tells herself that when everything is over and she’s won, she will apologize to him personally.

Natasha Romanoff. Also known as the Black Widow. Gamora sees herself in her—a child stripped of her childhood, raised by monsters to kill others, for some grand purpose a child could never comprehend, but is expected to die for. Unlike Clint, Natasha channeled her grief into attempts to preserve whatever life left after Thanos, and even held out hope that the snap wasn’t the end. An impressive reaction, considering Natasha’s past. Gamora takes notes.

Both are lone wolves, from what Gamora’s observed. But both have learned to work in team settings and have given themselves up for those they consider family and friends.

On Vormir, a fight breaks out between the two of them for who must be sacrificed for the Soul Stone.

And Gamora knows it’s time to stop the game, then and there, because there's only one way this can end—a way she cannot, will not condone, because no one deserves to know this life, the endless cycle.

So, she stands, and says, “We have to reset."

But her child self doesn’t move.

Clint and Natasha teeter closer to the edge.

“No one else is supposed to die this way,” Gamora says, desperate.

Her child self just scrunches her nose, contemplating.

“We can stop this.” Gamora grabs her by her shoulders and shakes her. “Why won’t you stop this?”

“It’s a valid sacrifice,” she says.

Natasha hangs off the cliff, about to let go of Clint’s hand.

“She wanted nothing more than to be with her family again,” her child self continues. “She’s giving up that wish to save them.”

Gamora releases the child, and tries to reset everything herself. She closes her eyes and concentrates, but…

“This is the key to victory,” the child says, and holds up a hand to Gamora.

Orange fills her vision and she falls.

Natasha Romanoff also falls.

Gamora comes to beside Natasha's body. She looks around, but her child self is nowhere in sight.

She looks down at Natasha, and finds herself feeling…numb.

Her mind’s racing with a lot of other things—grief, guilt, anger, confusion.

But in her heart…nothing.

Because this is the first time she won’t be alone in many years.

It’s a strange pill to swallow. Too many emotions to feel at once.

Instead, Gamora thinks back to the countless games she spent working closely with Natasha, plotting against her father. She recalls how intimately they came to knew each other, fellow children of monsters who stole them away from their homes and the childhoods they deserved to use them for their own agendas. Where Peter and the other Guardians couldn’t quite understand Gamora’s past trauma, Natasha was there, reminiscing in her own experiences that left her struggling to do what little good she could do in her world.

She thinks back to the child’s—the stone’s—face, curious and ruthless and unwilling to prevent this tragedy.

Only then does it hit her, and she cries out, over Natasha’s unconscious body, for the second life to be saved, but ruined, by the Soul Stone and its games.

Sometime later, Natasha slowly sits up and look around, expression hesitant.

“Hello,” Gamora says calmly from behind her, trying to maintain a relaxed, yet still defensive, stance, in case she attacks, because this Natasha will not recognize her, and the realization hurts Gamora more than she thought it could. “You’re the one they call Widow."

Natasha looks unsure of what to make of Gamora. “Who’s ‘they’?”

“Anyone. Everyone.” Gamora almost smiles. “You’re one of the most dangerous women in the galaxy.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” Gamora says. “Because they call me the most dangerous woman in the galaxy.”

Natasha’s eyes dart around her quickly, and her hands move to where Gamora knows her weapons would normally be. “Who are you? And where the hell are we?”

“My name is Gamora,” she says, slowly. “And this is the Soul World.”

Natasha calms down fairly quickly after that, once it’s clear Gamora doesn’t pose an actual threat. She paces around a bit, trying to work everything out in her head. Gamora watches.

“What do you last remember?” Gamora asks.

“I remember…going to space. No, not just space—time travel. With…” Natasha pauses. “Clint. Oh my God.”

“He’s fine,” Gamora says.

“The Soul Stone…did he get it?”

Gamora can feel him carrying the stone—carrying them—back to the rest of his team, heart heavy with grief. “At your expense.”

“It had to be done,” Natasha says, boldly, without any hesitation. “Whatever it takes to bring everyone back. And stop that purple son of a bitch.”

Gamora wonders just how far Natasha is willing to take this "whatever" to save the universe.

They watch the rest of the timeline play out together, and the Avengers try to gather up the rest of the Stones to reverse Thanos’ snap. Banner snaps his fingers with his own Infinity Gauntlet, and the world around Gamora and Natasha practically comes undone.

Suddenly, Gamora feels the souls of the dusted leave all at once.

It’s a strange feeling—one she’s never had before, as the typical gatekeeper of the souls, controlling when they’re released.

Now someone else has taken over the controls.

“I can’t believe we just,” Natasha pauses, gesturing vaguely. “We just sit here?”

“There isn’t much else we can do,” Gamora says.

“I don’t like it.”

Gamora doesn’t reply.

Sure enough, the Avengers triumph against Thanos again—for real, this time. It may be a Thanos who doesn’t know what’s to come, yet, regarding the stones and the snap and most definitely not their game, but it’s something.

And then Steve Rogers goes back in time to return the Soul Stone, because he's an honorable man Gamora's come to respect but question, and Natasha no longer owes a debt.

She’s a free woman.

“Come with me,” she begs Gamora.

“I can’t.”

“You have someone—your family—all waiting for you,” Natasha points out, as if Gamora has a choice in the matter. She bites back a cutting reply that would’ve reminded Natasha of the fact.

Gamora settles for, “So do you.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Natasha insists, and Gamora swallows back the sudden urge to cry.

“You have to,” she says.

“I’ll come back for you.”

“Natasha—“

“I’ll—I’m gonna figure it out,” Natasha says. “I swear. I will. I’m coming back.”

Natasha fades completely then. Gamora wipes a stray tear from her eye.

“Yes,” she whispers. “You will.”

This is not her victory, nor does she believe it’s the most victorious outcome for the people she’s come to love and admire after countless games who have no memory of her nor any knowledge of her power.

She can get them a better ending—get everyone a better ending.

So, she resets.

This time, after the snap occurs and the dust settles, a familiar face joins her in the interim.

“Why am I here?” Natasha asks. “What—where…?”

“Just give it a moment,” Gamora says calmly. “It’ll come back to you.”

As it does, Gamora watches Natasha’s face embark on a journey of expressions, visualizing her mental process, before Natasha finally settles for a soft, “What the fuck?”

“You're back in the Soul World,” Gamora says, an echo of their first meeting. “And you can now wield the power of the Soul Stone. With me. To defeat Thanos.”

Natasha blinks. She looks like she’s about to say something, raising a hand and opening her mouth.

Then she turns abruptly and walks away.

Gamora takes a few steps after her. “Where are you going?”

“Somewhere. I don’t know. Anywhere.” Natasha continues walking. “Just. Not here.”

Gamora watches her walk until she fades into the orange hues, only for Natasha to reappear on the opposite side of where she’d walked to, now walking toward Gamora.

“There is nowhere but here,” Gamora says.

Natasha stops. “This is above my pay grade.”

It's a shitty fate that Gamora doesn't know how to justify. But a selfish part of her relishes in the fact that she won't have to do this alone anymore.

So, Gamora gestures to a nearby pillar, and moves to sit down. "We have a lot to catch up on."

[cherrymoonvol6]

some avengers endgame Thoughts cause i saw the movie yesterday and can't stop thinking about it

of course..... spoilers ahead

nebula and tony playing!!!! i just love how nebula's personality comes through without it being ooc

also... nebula carefully sitting tony up. she Cares so much :(

steve immediately going to tony :( like im a stucky kind of gal but holy shit i love them

which was completely erased in the next scene where tony drags steve up and down and after that passes out, which is a confrontation Mood

i wonder how they made tony look so skinny and sick. if it was cgi then i applaud them cause it looked so good

the way they killed thanos so fucking quickly here... i don't know how to feel lmao. like cutting the gauntlet arm and then slicing his neck... that's what we were all screaming at them during infinity war. it's good to see them learn from their mistakes, i guess ?

(can't remember the order in which things happen from now so forgive me if i make a mistake)

i told my sister "that's one of the russos!!!!!" so it took me ten seconds to realize that the russo was the gay character everyone was talking about (i thought it would be fury for no other reason than it being shocking and fury having very little to do with the plot, but)

and steve being supportive of that :( man out of time said gay rights!

carol's new hair!! holy shit!!!!!

rocket insinuating carol has been experimenting with more hairstyles... i would like to see it

don't think i missed that carol x rhodey nod. i support it.

don't wanna say it now... for now ill just state: i love what they're doing with natasha in the movie. she truly feels like a friend to steve. like that small gesture of her sliding the plate towards steve is just so domestic and beautiful! it really makes her feel so human and complex at the end. i was so worried about her being wasted but i loved her throughout the film

it was a fucking rat who got scott out. i have to laugh.

also is that the guy from that old "gayyyyy" meme????

cassie is all grown up!!!!!! i can't even imagine how hard it had been for her

also what happened to her mom? and the stepdad??? are they fine????? i hope so

i was hoping we would get more tony as a dad in this movie and it delivered!! tony is so fucking good with kids. the bond between him and morgan was so well portrayed

also the place they live in is so cozy and that's what he deserves

when steve stepped down the car in that black outfit with the leather jacket on i gasped... he's fucking gorgeous

i kept wanting him and tony to kiss lmao tf is wrong with me

OKAY my hawkeye rights. i missed him so much

the stylish subtitles on the middle of the screen felt like too much. this isn't a tumblr gifset honey, just write them down!

thinking about the whole clintasha conversation really foreshadows the whole thing. natasha cares so deeply about clint and really puts his needs before hers. it's so beautiful to see

honestly... my clintasha rights!

i think the hulk/bruce scene was kinda endearing but then the ant man banter dragged on for toooo long

the dab i YELLED. these poor kids have to stand this man on 2023 pulling out 2016 trends to appear Hip and Cool

fat thor...... i hate how it was handled. hate it so fucking much.

new asgard! that's so cute. i hope that's on norway

miek and korg are alive!!!!

the thought of thor insulting a possibly 14 year old on fortnight is too much for me. it sounds like bad fanon talk. i still laughed (bc noobmaster69??? that's fucking hilarious)

tonys reaction to i love you 3000 is so beautiful. like the way he looks taken aback and so happy. i love irondad

steve in a white shirt and jeans!!!! i gasped again. he's delivering, the fucking model

i know they were like, barely being decent to each other again, but i still wanted my stony hug:(

when they're discussing their infinity stones memories and natasha and tony are laying down together on a table???? adorable. amazing.

also why tf didn't nebula said the soul stone required a sacrifice??? i thought that's what she got from gamora dying in volmir

as soon as natasha and clint arrived to volmir i began chanting "nonononononononono"

fuckkdjdksndk fucking nebula. cue to more nononono chanting

rhodey knocking out quill with a single hit is the funniest scene in the movie

clintasha calling on bullshit on the sacrifice thing was also quite funny

the forehead touch :((( im so weak! so sad!

clintasha literally fighting each other to be each other's sacrifice!!!! kill me now!!!!

jeez now i can finally say it: scarjo shined so fucking much on this movie!!!! her delivery was amazing, i really felt a connection between her and the avengers, it really showed her growth during the five year time jump. she fucking killed it. she did her best and she's the best black widow we could've ever gotten.

clint mourning her :((((( probably the third time i cried during the movie

thor's panic attack being used for cheap laughs was the most uncomfortable moment for me... or any scene where people only saw thor as Fat and Lazy (basically, two thirds of the movie)

the freya + thor reunion was so sweet though!

okay. okay. hear me out. tony was on a very serious mission to regain an infinity stone. and the first thing he does is check out steve's ass. and aknowledge how glorious it is. i couldn't believe what i was watching!!!!!! like that actually fucking happened. consider me a fully formed stony bitch.

and scott joining in to say it was "america's ass" ???? poetic cinema

so it's canon that everyone checks out steve's ass and appreciates it as a national treasure. that's all i never thought id needed.

steve saying "hail hydra" i YELLED. it was a nice nod to the whole "cap is a nazi" mess

and steve fighting himself... hot

using his bucky trauma to shock himself is :/// but also :((((

i loved that for one moment i knew everyone on the theatre was staring at steve's ass

and steve being appreciative of his own butt!!!! ok that's all i have to say about steve's ass

i loved the reminder that thor was still kinda goofy back in avengers 1, for everyone who says taika completely changed his character. and the little tony + thor moment was adorable

"howard..... potts" i can understand tony being a mess but how did howard not suspect of anything??? elevator lady took one look of steve's face and all of her alarms started ringing

peggy carter... ive missed my wife so much

did peggy marry souza. i hope she did. steve tf are you doing staring at a married woman (jk)

clint kicking the stones away as soon as bruce is done with the snap is the biggest mood

also... the hell was scott looking at that made him think it had worked? just... more birds outside? i was really curious

the irony of the only avenger without superpowers being left with the stones

"i know you" *hands out stones* how can you not love clint, he's so pure

nebula killing his 2014 self is a power move. that would be me if i met my 2014 self

thor with a braided beard!!!!! beautiful

thanos is like, a real threat and i love that

okay. i kinda saw it coming. i saw thor leave mjolnir behind and i thought "oh????". and then the shock of thanos being able to wield stormbreaker. and then fucking mjolnir moving!!!!! i was the only person in the theatre who yelled

but seriously!!!! steve wielding AND fighting with mjolnir!!!!! couldn't stop thinking about it all day!!!!!!!!! STEVE IS WORTHY!!!!!!!

parallels to thor going for the chest. it never works babies!

and just.... this was steve's moment. steve i-can-do-this-all-day rogers really fighting with every ounce of his body and soul against the most powerful being on earth. justice for him getting knocked after touching thanos for one second in iw!

and steve getting up again! all dirty and wounded!! trembling with exhaustuation and resolution!!! with his broken shield on his arm!!!! just him facing the biggest army of the universe!!!!! so powerful

sorry to destroy this epic moment, but like, okay. people had been reintegrated to life like, twenty minutes before. and i understand that they were all confused and out of place. but sam really needed ALL that time to just... try to communicate with steve????? ok

the "avengers..." *brings mjolnir with one hand while bracing his shield with the other* "assemble" moment was... oh my God. chills all over my body.

that One Moment where steve has stormbreaker on his hand... so fucking hot

the tony and peter reunion holy shit. the hug was everything i needed! like please just hug tony stark for ages

and tony and pepper fighting together!!! that's a power couple right there

i felt it when quill looked at gamora and just... stopped. im so sad his moment was played for laughs when it was obviously such an important moment for his character

thanos was so fucking scared of wanda that he put his own troops at risk to stop her for a little while. strongest avenger right there!

and carol coming back!!!! i was like

i felt so relieved at that point. i was like "yeah thanos is fucking over what's next"

no need to talk about all the women coming together to defend peter :')

thanos getting the gauntlet again... the nonono chanting came back

fucking CAROL trying to stop him. looking at him with such a determined face, like "you can't stop me from stopping you". it was so powerful he had to snatch one stone to stop her

and strange giving him the one finger to tony.... i knew what was coming holy shit. i knew it. they knew it.

tony really proved himself there. it was his best scene on the entire mcu, don't argue with me!!!!!! the way he stood there and took all the power of the stones, unmasked, unaffected, powerful and almighty

"i am... iron man" cue to ugly sobbing

tony knew there was no other way. pepper did, too... she knew exactly what she had to tell him. she was right. tony spent all of these years moved by selfishness first, then fear, then guilt. an endless battle since thanos was on his head. but the war was over. what mattered was that he saved everyone, and he sacrificed himself for everyone. a complete 180° from last movie's ending.... wow

gotta said... peter there felt a little bit out of place for me. i think it would've been more powerful if he didn't say anything, though peter is a teenager, i can get it

his arc with steve felt unfinished, too. i would've liked to see steve's reaction as well, since tony had told him he wanted everyone back and also for his family so survive. but whatever

im not against tony killing thanos instead of gamora and nebula but i would've liked if we saw them react to his death, at least:/ like a little parallel between nebula's reaction at the beginning and the end of endgame

the One stucky interaction here was pulled from cap1 and iw. i feel betrayed

bucky Knew what steve was going to do. i wonder if steve told him before or bucky just sensed it

you can't convince me steve would go back and carelessly dance with peggy knowing his friend is being used like a weapon by hydra and bound to kill tonys parents. nah nah. it all felt wrong

my steggy rights!!!

love that the russos foreshadowed cap!bucky on tws just to give the shield to sam at the end

anyways what the fuck bucky was all steve had but he lived the happiest life without it and left him alone on the 21st century? okay fuck y'all

[roguelov]

Avengers Endgame Spoilers

I finally got to see it yesterday and from scrolling through some of other people’s opinions and not being able to think of anything else I’ve decided to put all my thoughts, questions, and things I wish would have changed all down together. So spoiler warning for those who haven’t seen it and I would also love to hear your thoughts as well!

Things I loved:

1. I loved the balance of comedy and dark – I’ve seen people say they didn’t like Thor’s character but for me I did mainly because I also have a sick sense of humor and also cannot properly cope with dark things only to joke about them during or after the moment

2. Korg and Meek playing Fortnite which was both funny but will also date the movie

3. Scott Lang was an absolute gem everything about him was wonderful and I found it even more funny that for him in his own timeline from event from Ant and the Wasp to Endgame he basically had one crazy week

4. Banner/Hulk also being wonderful and as well as trying to be a ‘I’m A Cool Dad’TM to make the kids dab with him

5. Steve loving/kicking his/America’s ass

6. Nebula making new friends with Tony and Rhodey

7. Morgan Stark deserves everything I love her 3000 plus her discovering her new favorite word shit

8. Rocket being a little shit/trying to be a leader

9. Thor and his mom having a moment

10. Steve wielding Thor’s hammer and being amazing

11. Thor wielding his hammer and Stormbreaker and also being amazing

12. Steve standing alone only to hear Sam and we get an ICONIC scene of everyone appearing

13. Thanos smug ass face falling when everyone shows up

14. Hot Potato with the gauntlet

15. SuperMoms protecting my boi peter

16. Wanda seconds away from killing Thanos so his only option is to bomb the area wiping out most of his own army

17. You can rest now Tony – beautifully heartwrenching and I cried like a baby

18. Strange holding up one finger

19. Tony being a BOSS wielding the infinity stones

20. Carol destroying Thanos’s ship in one go and being a Boss Bitch in hand to hand combat with him

21. Parallels from other movies like Thanos trying to stab thor with stormbreaker which matched thor doing the same to thanos in infinity or the elevator scene

Questions:

1. WHERE THE FUCK DID LOKI GO? I mean im assuming this little scene was leading up for the loki tv show thing we’ve been hearing about but what the fuck I wanted him to kick Thanos’s ass as well

2. WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T BUCKY SPEAK TO STEVE? The whole time Sam and Steve was talking and I was like this is great the mantel has been passed down but dude steve my man go talk to your best friend the only friend you’ve started fights over

3. WHERE IS GAMORA? Did she like get dusted? Is she admiring Quills music? Where did she go?

4. IS THOR GOING TO BE IN GG3? Cuz I honestly I would love that

5. DID NO ONE TELL NAT AND CLINT ABOUT THE PRICE OF THE SOUL STONE? I mean I guess only Nebula knew but she didn’t think it was important to tell them???

6. WHAT HAPPENED IN BUDAPEST?

Things I would have changed:

1. Obviously Steve going to the past. I mean at first I was fine with it because yes the dude needs to have a normal life but the more I thought about it the more I wanted him to stay in the future with his friends and new formed family which ties into my question of Bucky because seriously three fuckin movies of Steve fighting for Bucky and the two didn’t get a goodbye??? Like what the fuck!

2. Some of the pacing was weird like I loved the build-up but some scenes were unnecessary like the diner scene with scott and the kids which gave me secondhand embarrassment and was way too long and yes although I loved Thor’s comedy some of it was also pointless and too long when some other scenes could have been added (see point above)

Well this is just some of my thoughts and I’ve probably missed some but I just had to write it all down before I lose my mind