#i mightve missed the boat there <:')

[longelk]

everytime you post im like dear god i want to be friends with this person so bad but it's like that level of Coolness that youre very much intimidated by how cool that person is. so when you post i just start shaking and reblogging uncontrollably. the aura you radiate is just so powerful and the garden that is your mind is overgrown and tended to by beautiful creatures great and small so that you effortlessly traverse the maze that is art and creativity. falls down a well

😭ndgfnjf oh my god im flattered i can give the impression of being a Cool Kid despite being a humble roach of a fandom blogger who has pigeonholed himself into drawing the same 3 characters every day AHAGGAGAGH i promise you dont need to be intimidated by me im a tiny little man. and i think your words are beautiful

[fangwhoria]

i was never really a bandom person, i think i mightve just been too young since i was only middle school age by the time death of a bachelor came out and MCR had already broken up by the time i was listening to them i just missed the boat by a couple years but i was always peripherally aware of the shipping and drama etc and since i was so removed from it i only ever saw like. the lowest common denominator of fetishistic conspiracy theorists and art at the time so i kind of just Assumed none of that was really happening....but ofc now while i wouldnt say im well versed in any of it, ive seen the evidence presented by people who Were in the trenches specifically for ryan ross and brendon urie and a little bit for a couple other big bandom bands that i find adequately convincing that there was in fact obviously relations happening behind the scenes. and idk i dont really have a point here im just so fascinated by these queer relationships that were There but were so desperately being hidden and yet their audiences could see them anyway. these young queer people that may or may not have even known they were queer themselves when sniffing out those relationships and they just would not let them hide. like most of the people involved to this day have never acknowledged it but Everyone Saw It Anyway. like i said i dont particularly have a point its just so fascinating to me. what must that do to a relationship; to be trying so hard to hide it while also feeling some of the most intense feelings you ever will and even though youre hiding it for privacy career label reasons They Can See It Anyway (and theyre weird about it)

[cartoonrival]

If amy and tails got fancy alt universe names did rouge too

yes, her cybercity name is rebel, her pirate name is baton rouge (i think they called her bat or baton for short? mightve been spelled batten? i dont know), and her jungle name is prim

rebel is a winner imo and so is baton rouge even though i cant spell it. cause batten down the hatches is the boat term but baton rouge is the place. so idk. prim is a miss imo but its ok we cant win them all

[aronora8]

Oh yeah i do get why you were upset that tony sorta deconfirmed petrona and fitz being related. I suppose im in a similar boat (regarding didar and simone. Worried i mightve gotten their personalities all wrong) but tbf we dont really have much info on them and its been three years since the last flipdeck

ik flipdecks didnt give out a ton of info but i do miss them :(

I MISS FLIPDECKS SO SO SO MUCH AAAAAGH... It'd be a christmas gift for them to return

[theflytecharm]

Yeah!! Like I'm imagining him and 409 both intentionally holding back a bit so that neither of them moves around in the ranks at all and they stay together. And idk I've said this before but I feel like sep has the capacity to be ruthless where a lot of other characters don't and he has explicitly said that he doesn't view killing to survive as wrong. But even if he did like, he just lost his best and only friend,, like obviously this is all based off nothing but speculation and hcs but I do fully believe that once 409 dies he just. Stops caring. Like whereas before he mightve only killed if he absolutely had to or else he'd be killed now he has no reason to defy orders like that, if before he'd miss a target or fumble a weapon so he didn't seem too skilled, well, its not like there's any reason to do that now. Just out of nowhere he's this perfect model soldier bc he has no reason to have morals anymore. Anyway what I'm saying is once marcia and him r in the wizard tower and he's actually doing Apprentice Things a lot of this stuff starts showing through just, recklessness and 0 moral compass. Anyway I'm just going to keep rambling if I do this but. I have a similar thing happen to marwick in that one shapeshifter marcia&sep/undead marcia/sep falls off the boat not marwick au

Yesss! Plus i always thought the combo of the two of them is really interesting cos to me it seems that they both have a knack for survival but in slightly different ways? Like marwick has the traditional survival skills side of it and sep just seems to. Not die? Whether that be from fighting back or being able to blend into the background and get out of a situation. And once you split them up they lack the other half just enough to start messing them up.

After 409 dies 412 has to totally rely on his own way of doing things and to me it makes sense that he compensates with ruthlessness because he no longer has someone covering his back. And tbh the same but opposite for 409, who drops totally into survival skills mode.

I also kinda hc that the whole trees helping 412 in the forest exercises thing kicks in after 409 dies as they're like oh fuck he's gonna die

Yeah I reckon marcia has to try and break down A Lot of reactivity (or total shutting down tbh) and un-normalise some things whilst also being like. Shit why does this child think an appropriate way to deal with a mild issue is by throwing a knife at it.

Also its v interesting thats he's clearly very protective of his family once he gets into normal life. And it's easy to be like 'yeah thats cos it's the first time he's got something to lose' but it's even worse when you realise it's more that he had something to lose and lost it already

Shapeshifter marcia&sep/undead marcia/sep boaty fall? Say more 👀

[mitchievousness]

thank the heavens we're back to hualian flirting again in book 3

[crimefightingspiderguy]

So I wanna give my final thoughts on tfatws now that it’s been a few days and people have had more time to watch. But if you have yet to watch, it goes without saying, don’t read past my epic meme

DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE MY OPINIONS AND SHOULD BE TAKEN WITH A GRAIN OF SALT BECAUSE WHILE IVE SEEN THE SAME CONTENT AS YOU I MIGHTVE INTERPRETED IT WRONG OR MISSED A CONTEXT CLUE SO DONT LOOSE YOUR SHIT AND INSTEAD EDUCATE ME PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ALSO NO RACISM WILL BE TOLERATED ON MY PAGE SO IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS LIKE THAT KEEP THEM TO YOURSELF AND MOVE ON.

Okay so I wanna do this how I did the WandaVision post so here is goes

What I liked:

-Bucky’s development. Getting to see his time in Wakanda, him healing, him making amends, it was all so well executed and in my opinion one of the best parts of the show.

-Sam’s struggle to take the shield. They executed this well when it came to his hesitation and his internal back and forth.

-Zemo was a meme through the whole show and I loved it and his ending (especially the part with Bucky making his amends).

-Sharon Carter getting revenge on the government that screwed her over and destroyed her family’s credible legacy??? I’ve never liked her character more!

-The Bradley name being honored at the end in the Cap museum... 😭😭😭😭 so beautiful

-Do I even have to say it? SAMBUCKY!!!

-Sarah being the supportive sister and badass business owning mother she is.

-The new Cap suit??? Badass looking (though I’m not a fan of that white thing around his head/googles, I’ve seen the suit without it and I like that better)

-The set up for Cap 4, so killer.

-Sams speech in the end!!!

-Bucky finally being happy!!!!

-The actor for John Walker did a fantastic job. But I will not be adding his name to this list other than that 😂 but I did like Lamar and I’m still pissed they killed him.

What I didn’t like:

-John Walker...

-John Walker...

-John Walker...

-Honestly never really felt the impact of the Flagsmashers? Like I just feel like they were too hasty with developing them and didn’t make their villain arc that good. Like didn’t really get the vibe that they were that powerful and maybe even an:

-I thought they sort of went about the family development (in Sams storyline) wrong towards the end. Idk just a whole episode about them fixing the boat then just being done with it other than visiting it again in a montage, just seems kinda weak.

-I didn’t like not getting to see the whole convo between Bucky & Yori.

-Did I already mention John Walker?

-Felt they spent too much time on less important aspects of the show and not enough on more crucial ones. Like again the Yori part? That was the whole circle back and complete Bucky’s arc moment and you completely gloss over it. But no continue to tell me why we need a whole 5 minute+ scene of Sam and Bucky (then later John & Lamar) arguing about the big 3 other than for comedy purposes when really it wasn’t even relevant because they were super soldiers not one of the big 3.

-Throwing it back to one of the first episodes, the scene where Sam and Bucky are doing “couples therapy”. There is the heartbreaking line where Bucky finally opens up and has his breakthrough to Sam and he says “if Steve was wrong about you then he was wrong about me” and they had Sam just blow him off and be like yeah well get over it. Like ??? Sam is a licensed counselor for veterans and you’re gonna tell me that when a broken vet tells him he thinks he’s broken and evil on the inside he’s just gonna brush it off and say get over it?? No. Bucky’s line was so well written and unless someone can give me an explanation that maybe I missed, I don’t understand Sams out of character response. Yes I know he is not responsible for trying to counsel and heal Bucky or every vet he comes across, but they were literally in counseling, that would’ve been the perfect time.

-It pissed me off that Kevin Fig Tree had the audacity to tell Evan Peters Quicksilver fans that if we were disappointed with his ending in WandaVision to hold out for tfatws because it was supposed to be released first and it might just give us the answers we’re looking for. Just for it to not even have a mention of Wanda or the multiverse. Like I get it he had to say something but don’t lead us on.

Anyway, I think that’s about it. I miss my pal my buddy my Bucky and MY captain America already ❤️

I can’t wait for Loki next (as you may or may not know I’m a slut for him so... 🥴)

[rhodesmystery]

um. smutfic. i joked about 3hrs but then got embarrassed about posting until i bought my vow hoodie from bungie and got such a rush and now here we are lmfao 

2.5k words of pwp. god bless. charlie x mc

Charlie finds her standing by the window. Not so unusual, all things considered. One of the first places he always thought to look, whenever they happened to be together. Something about staring out, letting her thoughts get away, eased her. He knew that much. 

However, Charlie had mostly found her clothed in the other times. Or as close to it. A shirt of his that was barely hiding anything wasn’t passable, and it wasn’t the first time he was thankful they had enchanted his windows to be one-way only. He didn’t want to think what would be said about some poor soul walking past and seeing Natasha the way she was. 

With a yawn, loud enough to alert her, and a roll of his shoulders, Charlie steps completely into the room. Mismatched, with parts kitchen, living and dining, all in one. Not that he minded, as it was his. Much like her, as he happily thought, when Natasha turned. Never a hint of sleepiness in her, with bright eyes and lips half turned up into a smile. Yeah, he knew she already knew that he was awake, but it was the entrance that mattered. Especially when he scratches his chest, stomach, only to rest his hand idly on his thigh.

“Morning.” Once, Natasha told him that she loved his voice in the morning. Didn’t tell him what exactly it was she loved, but he had made a note since then to take full advantage of it.

Natasha is surprisingly quiet with her response. A tumble of ‘morning’, that’s soft and private. Charlie might’ve thought something was wrong, if her eyes weren’t pointedly south. That gets a smile out of him.

“Thought you’d still be in bed.” Idle conversation, to fill the gap between him and her. Until he took those seven exact steps to stand before her. “Missed you.”

“Did you now?” Natasha is facing him now, and he can see his shirt was open, not even buttoned in some vague attempt for decency. Like this was some grand scheme of hers (and he was playing right into her hand). “I’m sorry.” Her lack of sincerity was hilarious, and his laughter was infectious, as she giggles to herself. Enough to distract him again. 

Charlie always liked her tits. Or, maybe he should call them breasts outright, to add some politeness to the conversation. But Natasha clasps her hands behind her back, purposely jutting them out at him, that he can see the swell of each, and how the shirt was barely holding on to cover her nipples. He was definitely going to commit this to memory.

“You should be.” Still trying to keep his tone vague. Not focus on how he could almost follow an arrow that pointed down, between her breasts, over her stomach. Like everything was shouting look at me, and he ate it up. Taking a lot for him not to just sink to his knees and eat her until she screamed his name. Forecast was telling him that was his immediate future.

With a fleeting look back at Natasha’s face, to gauge where she was at, Charlie gets a rather satisfied smile. Yeah, yeah, she read his thoughts, thought herself to be so smart about it too. Not like he wasn’t being obvious about it, cock at half mast already just thinking about her. Natasha, in his shirt, unbuttoned and open, and legs spread just enough, leaning against the window, a hand idly running down her front. Like he hadn’t already had that image in his mind since he’d walked out the bedroom.

“What ever can I do to make it up to you?” And the lines were corny, something out of the really bad movies she was fond of mimicking, except with the way she punctuates her words, making it different. Implications abound.

Charlie moves in a bit closer, a half step forward. Until there’s not else in his vision except her, her lips, her eyes, the spattering of freckles over her nose and the mismatched scars along her jaw. Practically swims in the green, noticing they were darker than any other day. And he loved why he knew that happened. Natasha kisses him, and it’s slow, deep, the only touch. Just the tilt of their heads, the slide of their tongues, and each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

Eventually, it’s his turn to make the move. And not to romanticise their positions, knight takes queen, pushing her against the window, pressing against her entirely. Never breaking the kiss, just hands trying to pull the shirt off, to find skin, only to end up with it tangled around her elbows. To trace along the curve of her spine as she arches into him. Natasha moans against his mouth, her nails burning into his shoulders, Charlie please. Please, the real magic word. Held a lot of weight, when applied properly. Like how it sits pleasantly on his head, as he begins a trail down.

Soft kisses, trying to catch every inch he could. Charlie could never tire of this, even if he knew how embarrassed she got. How she insisted on reciprocating. Not that he minded that outcome, of course, but there was something to be said for how Natasha’s face would look, when he looked up at her. Always partway there to covering her mouth, eyes heavy and hair a mess. Chest heaving, and a flush that coloured her pink. He didn’t know how many times he was up to, with calling her beautiful, but he was bound to crack a thousand eventually, surely. 

Natasha just snorts, trying to play off her embarrassment. Hand on his head, edging him down further. Charlie can only grin, kneeling as comfortably as he could, hands on her thighs. Encourages her wider for him, further still. Fingers tease her nipples, and Charlie can only savour the first strong lick in response. 

Something almost like a hiccup escapes her, and Natasha visibly shudders. With two fingers, Charlie parts her lips, and finds exactly what he wants. What he knew would have her all but shake on him. Charlie sucks, nips, laves her clit with attention, trying desperately to keep his eyes closed, but unable to stop from looking up. He loves when she looks like that, flustered and letting control go. 

Fingers that had spread her move to touch, to feel. Dragging across her seam, barely pressing against her. Charlie has to stop from smiling, when he feels the telltale buck as with one finger, he drives in a little further, but never quite enough. So soon? he thinks, but doesn’t complain. Not like he wasn’t in the same boat. At that thought, Charlie runs a hand over himself, pulling away from her clit only to look down, notice he was leaking. 

Not that he wanted to hurry, but with another twist of his wrist against his cock, he turns back. Ah well, he could make it up to her later. 

Tongue pressing against her, Charlie edges in. The slick sounds, normally off-putting in any other circumstance, always made Natasha a little weaker in the knees. Or it might’ve just been his good work, as she’s saying his name, muffled only by the sleeve of the shirt. Fingers circle her clit, and his free hand pulls at her cheek, massaging, spreading. A barely there teasing touch, against her ass, until he leans back again. 

Switching hands, replacing tongue with fingers, Charlie turns to watching her carefully. How her face may contort into something other than pleasure, when he presses one finger in. Slow, turning, brushing along her inner walls. Last night she’d mentioned that she was sore, a little more than usual. Perhaps Natasha knew what he was looking for, in how she meets his eye entirely, whispering his name as a second finger joins the first. No outward signs of discomfort, especially not when her fingers twist in his hair, tugging strands with a certain amount of force.

“Feels good?” Charlie has to ask, anyway. Can’t help himself. 

Natasha huffs, sending hair flying up. “Yes, Charlie, Merlin’s beard, if you don’t make me come, I swear—”

Even though he’s laughing, he cuts her off. One somewhat satisfied customer then. Curls his fingers, thumb pressing against her clit, and laves attention on what skin he could find with his tongue. Scissors his fingers, free hand perhaps the only thing holding her upright as she all but presses her weight down on his shoulders. From how she bent over him, Charlie could hear her whispers clearer, her pleads. 

Nope, not letting go until she’d come, good and hard. She's shuddering, Charlie yes please right there god yes. Charlie knew about the muggle god that her father’s family worshipped. It was oddly satisfying to hear that name mix in with his, to the point where he didn’t know who was who, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. 

Natasha comes with a low, long moan. Not her first orgasm, no sir, but definitely one that has her lock up and quiver all at once. Charlie rides her through it, slow circles drawn out, just how she liked. Knew exactly where to touch, where to hold, as she comes down. Time isn’t a concept, as Natasha struggles to push herself back up, eventually leans against the window for support.

And then she says: “You’ve gotten better at that.” As if she’s not heaving in air, sensitivity overloading with how Charlie can’t seem to run a hand up her legs without her nearly giving out.

“I’ve had practice,” is what he says instead. If only because he’s getting a kick out of how he splays his fingers over her stomach, and she has to close her eyes. Bite her lip. 

Puffs of air that resemble try to resemble a laugh leaver her. “Oh, really? What’s her name?” Natasha tries to keep the conversation light and teasing, but Charlie knew. Probably a light draft would have her tumble over once again, if aimed right.

“Natasha. You probably don’t know her. Great gal. Fantastic tits.”

When she laughs, it’s the best sound Charlie had heard in months. Head thrown back, genuine kind of laugh, that ignores the situation and encompasses it all at once. Natasha grins, slack and easy, running a finger over his lips. Charlie chases it, nibbling on the tip, which earns him a pointed look. One he was quite happy to keep around. 

Leaning in, Natasha kisses him. Hot and wet, far too much tongue, and he knows that she can taste herself. The knot in his stomach tightens, acutely aware of how he was running warmer than usual. Along her lower back, Charlie drags his nails, finds her hips. Palms her into turning around, breaking the kiss despite her noise of disapproval. And he might’ve told her that if she just asked him to come on command, he would’ve then and there, except Charlie manages to get her with her back to him, hands firmly planted on the window. 

As Charlie rights himself, one hand firmly stroking his cock as he lines himself up, does he notice how Natasha turns to look over her shoulder. As if regaining some bravado in that moment, she smirks, wiggles her hips. 

“This is new for you.” 

With a snort, Charlie can only settle for giving her ass a light slap. “Shut up.” Perhaps he was a little mollified. Not to say that he was the most adventurous, as he knew he wasn’t and more often than not blushed his way into Natasha all but dominating. Definitely not his fault that he was far more favourable of the lower end of the scale. 

Fine, fine. If she was going to be all smarmy about him branching out, then he'd show her! As long as he could figure out how to stop his ears from burning as he eased his way in. Charlie moans, as she's twitchy and wet around his cock, not helping how Natasha pushes up onto her toes, fingers pressed against the glass. With a few blinks, Charlie is able to see just how the glass steamed in front of her, with every breath she took.

“I’m gonna move.”

“Thank god.”

Chuckles dissolve into pitches in breathing. Like there was just not enough oxygen in the room, and Charlie was definitely a little dizzy, enamoured, whatever, when he grips her hips and pulls her back to meet his thrust. Pushes a hand up, moving the damned shirt up with it, following the arch of her back. Until he lets it fall back again, settling for her shoulder to hold instead. 

Natasha isn’t quiet. Not by a long shot. Settled for thanking her later that she’d been the one to soundproof the house on her arrival. Faster harder Charlie pleasepleaseplease. And he tries to keep up what she’s saying, how he lets go of her hip to palm his way to her front. Find her clit and rub at it furiously, which does nothing except have her cover a moan with her arm. Even as she twitches, tries to pull away, tries to keep meeting him thrust for thrust, Charlie keeps at it. Nothing if not consistent. One of her hands joins his, Natasha’s fingers slipping along his, brushing what was exposed of his cock as he continued to move inside her. 

It's when he presses his forehead between her shoulder blades, does Charlie struggle. Hand slipping from her shoulder, he finds her hand against the window, threading fingers and gripping until his knuckles turn white. Embarrassingly so, holding her firmly against him as he comes. Moans against her skin, something that was definitely her name if a little garbled, until she follows only seconds later. 

Charlie doesn’t know how to move. Limbs felt heavy and light all at once, as if he moved even one foot, he’ll just fall flat on his face, either way. Blinking, the world doesn't stop spinning. Not yet, but he gingerly slides himself out. Regrettably, and “sorry,” when he spies the telltale spill begin to trail down her thighs. Too bad he was tired, or it might’ve been able to roll him into action, strangely so (except, he was acutely aware that his lower half was almost numb, brain fuzzy, eyes only trying to find her face).

As she turns, Natasha faces him with heavily lidded eyes, and a very pleased smile. “It’s fine.” But she’s leaning against the window, as if she didn’t trust her own legs too. With a blush that spread to the tops of her breasts, hair mussed and eyes dark, Charlie knew she was beautiful. And told her just that.

Eventually, she slides down, landing on the ground with a grunt. Charlie follows suit, wobbly and flushed, bumping shoulders when he’s beside her. Natasha kicks a leg over his, idly playing with what he could now consider her shirt, until she pulls it up and holds it at her front. Tilting his head back, Charlie closes his eyes, finds her hand, and squeezes it fiercely. 

For several minutes they sit just so. Until, with a sigh, Natasha rolls her head towards him. “Want breakfast?”

Charlie grins, one that slowly builds, that doesn’t even try to hide what he was going to say next. Opening one eye, he looks at her. “I already ate.”

[irl-ichi]

like. i hate hate hate talking about this but if i want out i know i have to. the amount of fun stuff ive missed bc of my stupid period... trying to plan things months ahead so i could have a day of fun knowing its not even reliable anyways. pool parties... boating... tubing... any once in a lifetime events involving water... those 3 years i spent at camp despite my best planning... deciding not to work at said camp like i wanted bc of this... bday parties for the kid who loves spending time with me... just. any sort of activity im interested in whatsoever. its a myth that periods make you emotionally unstable but it sure doesnt help with depression when you have to miss out on things you mightve actually done