#or mcu shouldn't have bothered

[competitivedust]

I am going to act like a toxic fan but every time I see an update about Daredevil Born Again I want to strangle someone. Mostly Kevin Feige.

It's great that DD is back but not bringing Elden Henson and Deborah Ann Woll as Foggy and Karen respectively feels like slap to the old fans' faces. They stomped on our excitement about Daredevil's return in the worst way possible. And I don't care what reason they come up with to explain away their absence, it's going to be stupid and contrived bullshit.

This isn't my Daredevil. I hope the show fucking sucks. I am sorry, I know that's not cool but it's how I feel. It's fine if you don't care about these characters because you only are interested in the show because you find Charlie Cox hot, they were important parts of the story and so very important in turning Matt into the wonderful character he is.

But then again, it's not the fault of the fans who are excited about the show. I hope you guys get what you want.

But honestly? Eat shit, MCU.

[comicaurora]

What are your thoughts on guardians vol.3? (If you have watched it) I went into it, expecting it went to the garbage like the rest of the mcu, but I was pleasantly surprised by its creativity, trope subversion, and how it wrapped up the previously unresolved arks of its characters.

That's what I've heard!

The thing is, Guardians 3 could be the most transcendent work of cinema ever made, and I'd probably still feel little to no motivation to watch it at this point. It's not Guardians's fault - it's just suffering from the same problem that superhero comics have been struggling with for decades: no matter how good an individual arc or run is, absolutely nothing good lasts or matters in the long term, and the stories are shaped in such a way that "the long term" is the only thing anyone gets to build towards.

Whenever I complain about the MCU I get a handful of people loudly complaining about my complaining, with the general thesis that if I don't like it I shouldn't watch it or talk about it - if I'm not having fun, just stop engaging with it. And the thing is, I have. I am intellectually interested in why this massive franchise is fumbling the bag so hard, which is why I still check in on it sometimes, but I've long since stopped turning to the MCU for uncritical entertainment. And even the good movies or shows with a lot of interesting ideas - good character arcs, fun concepts, interesting planting for future payoff - don't draw me in anymore, because they're hooked into a massive moneymaking machine that will scrap and squander anything if they think it'll make them more in the quarter. It doesn't matter how good the writing is, because the writers are not allowed to tell a complete, finished story, and they have no control over what happens to their characters outside of their own script.

Captain America's arc was set up from literally minute one to answer one burning question at the core of his character: does a world without a war still need Captain America? After that incredibly basic tee-up at the end of First Avenger, half a dozen movies failed to come up with a reason to say "yes," and now Steve is retired for good after getting fumbled through four different storylines that couldn't even pretend that they needed him (the unused Chekhov's Phone from the end of Civil War still haunts me). The foundational arc of his entire character never happened because nobody bothered to keep track of it past a single movie.

Taika did something interesting with Thor in Ragnarok - take away Mjolnir, force him to recognize what it means to be the god of thunder, give him a very Odin-y missing eye - and the very next movie undid all of it. Just kidding, never mind, here's an eye and a new weapon and also his old weapon again, and in one more movie we're even gonna give him his hair back, probably as an apology for all the completely unironic fatphobia we're gonna slather him in for two and a half hours. I'm not even surprised Love And Thunder was such an overblown mess that barely took itself seriously - why would Taika bother trying to give Thor another arc when the powers that be will just roll it back in six months anyway?

I hear Rocket Raccoon has a fantastic arc in this movie. That's great, and demonstrates that he's being written by a writer that deeply cares about him. But he's part of the MCU, and the MCU doesn't let anything end, so if current patterns hold, Rocket is going to continue to serve as quippy plushie-bait for the next dozen movies and none of that depth is going to come through in the long term. Hell, since they're making Kang noises for the Next Big Threat and Kang's entire gimmick is rewriting timelines, literally none of this is guaranteed to matter. By next year, it might not have even happened anymore.

The MCU has successfully shaped itself into a paradigm where the bright spots of good writing are overridden and lost as soon as the writers room turns over, and that makes it really hard for me to muster up the enthusiasm to watch even a really good movie that's locked into the exact same grist mill as everything else. I'm glad people liked it, I hope it gets to stay good this time - I just have no desire to watch it.

[munchkinmarauder]

Seen this floating around twitter and I think we need to property address the MCU fans insistence that comic Wanda is only revenant because of the MCU.

Like MCU fans really double down hard on the MCU version brining wanda out of comic obscurity but

(1) Wanda had been active on comics since Children's crusade in 2010 and had her own solo which in ballsy move emphasised her Romani heritage at the time Age of Ultron and the MCU version came out. She was very much active and thriving at the time of the comics. She had also already redeemed herself for HoM in events like the children's crusade and Avengers Vs X-Men. Her redemption and the return of the mad women trope came after Axis and the MCU version which walked all this development back to coincide with MCU Scarlet Witch being more villianous and the bringing of mutants into the MCU.

(2) Wanda has been an Avenger for over 59 years of her history. She was the second ever woman to join the avengers and was on its second roster (arguably in terms of memorability the Kooky Quartet eclipses the original team and is what helped the Avengers cement themselves as one of the big leagues). At the time of the AOU movie she was a core member of the first iteration of the Uncanny Avengers team

(2) Wanda and Pietro were such significant and popular characters that two movie studios were fighting to have them in their movies. Something that they would not have bothered with if they were obscure characters. The comics themselves made fun of this in a Scotty Young illustrated comic. The twins might have actually been amongst some of the most mainstream on their debut. How many would have had even a passing knowledge of them from the cartoons or of their connection to Magneto? Certainly more than many would have to Black widow or Hawkeye or even Iron Man to an extent!

(3) the MCU is the reason she was retconned into not being a mutant and thus made her fair game to be referred to as the pretender. This if anything is an example of how the MCU really damaged her in the comics because once she stopped being part of the mutants she became one of the "oppressors" (nevermind the implications of attaching that to a Romani Jewish woman) and so was opened up to being demonised more by X writers.

(4) the character is called a real life slur by the actress and the studios which is worse

(5) the bad castings conversations were opened up about the twins race leading to more ernest attempts at representation and conversations about the twins heritage down the line but it shouldn't have happened in the first place and those conversations likely would have happened if they cast Romani actors. The MCU would have also gotten props for actually committing to it's promises of diversity.

Yes the popularity of the MCU version gave the character a boost, opened up some conversations and brought new fans in for good and for ill. However to attribute all Wanda's success to the MCU version is a fallacy and exaggeration. Ultimately I feel the MCU did more to hurt rather than help the character.

[railingsofsorrow]

Epilogue

[peter parker x reader]

summary: harry finds your behaviour slightly suspicious & there's an evening spent between friends.

pairing: p.parker x f!reader; slightly harry osborn x f!reader; mj x felicia hardy.

w.c: 3.3K

warnings/content: jealousy; injuries (mentioned); protective harry osborn; language; migraines (mentioned); clumsy but committed peter parker (yes, he learnt from his mistakes. finally); discussion about the multiverse theory; angst but there's more fluff this time sadly; minor character's death (mentioned).

A/N: this fic has come to an end :( it was fun writing this. my first experience in writing a short spiderman fic, it was so hard to come up with a good ending and it probably still not perfect but I feel like it's a good enough one. I hope you like it too and that you'll come back to read more of my spiderman stuff, cause there will definitely be more! good reading, people <3

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“So they're just gone?”  

You turn your neck to glare at your friend. Ever since you mentioned your migraines to him one day and he saw one of your episodes once or twice — a little bit more than that — he hasn't stopped bugging you about it. He wanted you to go to the doctors to get checked out. Until, well. Until the migraines miraculously vanished. Your head never bothered you anymore and you're even sleeping better, given the lack of dark circles around your eyes.  

Harry wasn’t having it.  

First and foremost, he did not believe continuous migraines were cured just like that. Overnight. Because how come he saw you incapable of watching a lecture one day and you're perfectly fine on the other?  

Either you are popping some pills or someone magically healed you.  

He didn't like any of the options. 

He was still worried, okay? Harry cares. He may not be loud with it, but it's you, so he cares. And he cares a lot. You should know better than to just outright lie to him. 

“Yes. Why does it matter? I'm fine, shouldn't you be happy I'm no longer whining on your shoulder?” 

“You're not taking drugs, are you?” 

A surprised laugh echoed around the room and he almost felt his body melt at the sight of your curled up frame from how much you were laughing.  

“It amazes me,” you said between chuckles. “that you'd think I'd pull that off.” Not without him knowing, at least. You and Harry are side by side for almost the entire day.

“I don't doubt you.” 

“You're losing faith in me.” 

“I never had it.” He huffs out a laugh when you throw a pillow at his face, hitting him right on his nose. He fell on his bed with a groan, you moved his homework out of the way before he could mess it up by laying on top of it.  

“Just... tell me if it gets to that point again, okay? 

You look at him, contemplating something that he can't figure out. With the way you avoid his eyes as you answer, he knows you decided to say something else instead of that first thought. “I will. But it won't.” He found the conviction in your voice strange. You can't know if it will ever get that bad again. Just as the migraines miraculously left, they might come back.  

He didn’t question it further. 

You went back to your homework, sharing some insights on his as he does with yours. It didn’t last long until your phone started blaring beneath the pillow you're perched on, the sound being slightly muffled by the fabric.  

You feel Harry's teasing before he can sputter out a sentence.  

“Shut up.” You hissed, picking up the call without looking at the caller ID.  

“One Direction. Really?” 

“Hello.” You pointedly turn away from his smirky face. You have to take the phone away from your ear due to some loud police sirens that come from the line.  

“Hi, hello!” The distinctive voice of Peter Parker replies. Yelling. That was the only way you would be able to hear him anyway. “There's been a thing and I— Shit!”  

You concluded the phone is thrown away because his voice suddenly sounds very far. 

You offered Harry a lousy excuse to step out into the hallway, frowning at the other voices and the police sirens you could hear.  

“Peter, you—” 

“I'm back!” Again, you take the phone away from your ear with a sigh. “Sorry, I was— I was busy.” You gathered that fact by the way he sounded breathless.  

“Are you running?” 

“No!” The noise proceeded to quieten down and you raise an eyebrow at his blatant lie. “Sorry, was I loud? Feels like I was being loud. Sorry.” A door is closing and he's groaning at the end of the line. Instead of finding it funny, you start to get worried, picturing a dislocated shoulder or maybe a deep gash on his arm like last time.  

You and Peter made an agreement. When you agreed to be friends again — part of that starting over bullshit that was your idea — you and him worked on filling each other out on both of your lives. Just catching up as good friends do. Less than a month later you were patching up his wounds as if you never had stopped doing that in the first place. Sometimes, you'd even think you were back where you started as if it was all back to the start of your story in Queens. Midtown. Making plans with Ned and Peter for the weekends. Sitting with MJ at lunch as much as she claimed she hated company. . .

There was a pull at your chest every time you remembered it wasn't like this. You weren't back at that time. You couldn't go back. You only had the now and it had to be enough. It was enough.  

“Peter, are you hurt?” But you still felt the same agony whenever the idea of Peter being hurt came across your mind. An unsettling fear settling up in your core.  

“No.” he shuffled around, clearing his throat. His voice was back for you to hear it clearly. “I'm fine. Just a bank robbery downtown and I—” he paused to let out a heavy sigh. “I'm sorry I'm late, I'll be there in a second, okay?” 

You blink, confused. “What? Late for what, Peter?” 

“Hanging out?” He said followed by a tinge of uncertainty. “Uh, you said that after class—” 

Your brows shot up in recognition. “Oh! Yeah, that's—” Then you checked the time on your phone. You were supposed to meet after class to hang out around 5 p.m. It was still 3 in the afternoon. “Peter,” you held in a chuckle. “That's like, two hours away. You're not late.” 

There's silence on his end and you start laughing.  

“Oh,” he mumbled, letting out a breath of relief. “That's— That's good. I was thinking that I was like really really late and—”  

“You're good, webs.” You softly reassured him. Peter has been working really hard to make sure he doesn't mess up with you again. That included arriving early at places. “Are you at home?” 

“Yeah, I just got here.”  

“Mhm. And you're not hurt at all?” 

“Just a few scratches,” Peter answered with hesitancy. You smiled triumphantly. Not because you're happy he's hurt but because you knew you were right. “I'm fine, alright? You don't have to come.” 

“Okay.” You said, stepping back into your dorm room, catching Harry eying your frame from your bed curiously. “No broken limbs though, right?” 

Peter's scoff put a smile on your lips. “Have some faith in me. I can handle a robbery.”  

The joke Spiderman can handle a robbery but Peter Parker is still clumsy almost slips out but, thankfully, you remember you're not alone.  

“Sure. I'll see you later.” 

“Hey,” he called your name before you could hang up so you waited for him to speak. “Do you— are you going— how are you— I mean...” 

“Peter, breathe.” 

You didn’t notice Harry's eye-roll, too busy cracking up at Peter's stuttering mess.  

“Okay. Alright. Are you going by yourself? Cause I can pick you up and we can go, you know, so you don't have to go alone?” He clarified, a strain in his voice as if he's been choking up to say that.  

“Oh. Harry and I are going to head out together, actually. He's here.” 

You patiently waited for his response. “Of course. Yeah. Okay. I'll see you later then. You and— and Harry. And everyone else.” 

“Yeah.” You sat down on the bed, biting the inside of your cheek. A weird feeling of guilt in in your chest. “See you later, then. Bye.” 

You don't know why you feel guilty about turning him down. All of you would meet in the same place anyway so it's not like you weren't gonna see him, right? It's just a matter of logistics.  

“Was that your boyfriend?” 

You gave Harry a blank stare as you threw your phone to the side to go back to your assignment. One of his eyebrows arched up in defiance, he played your game of not looking away for a few minutes before you got sick of it.  

“I wonder if the reason you're bothered by Peter is because you secretly have a crush on him.” 

He looks away first and your lips spread into a satisfied smirk.  

“Parker's not my type.” Harry uttered, leaning over your lap to mark a question that you had gotten wrong. His curls tickling your chin. “And this is wrong. It's not fifteen, it's fifty.” He decided to add for good measure, stepping out of your personal space. “I'm not bothered by him.” 

You hummed quietly, erasing the previous calculation to redo the math.  

“Who is your type anyway?” You asked, trying to cut through the tension. Every time you mention Peter, Harry's mood shifted. He got too quiet. He just didn’t like him for some reason you couldn't yet figure out. Peter and he haven't met before, that much you know. You claim you'll be out of this, because it's none of your business, some people just don't like each other, it happens. But you're curious and if the opportunity to find out the X of the equation comes, you won't run from it. 

“You'll never know.” His mumble is so low that you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't sitting so close to each other. He steals the pen you were using, earning a frown from you. “I like this one better.” 

“Buy one for you then,” you complained, not moving to get the pen back from him. You take the one he was using instead, eager to finish the assignment so you can have the rest of the afternoon free with your friends. 

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[Pete]: (Picture attached)  

[Pete]: Do you want this back? 

When you opened the text message, your breath hitched. The image Peter had sent you showed the red scarf, the one you never let go of. You hadn't seen it in a while, ever since... Ever since you paid him a visit that night. The night you were set on burning the scarf along with that collection of pictures you found in your room.  

You've been to Peter's place countless times after that, though. You wondered why he never mentioned anything.  

[You]: Keep it. 

You sighed, conflicted with that short answer. You weren't being rude, you didn't meant to be. But you didn't need the scarf anymore. Not when you have him back in your life. You realized the scarf represented everything the two of you lived and everything you didn't.  

You didn't want it back. You weren't ready. 

Not now, at least. You hoped he wouldn't be hurt by it. 

[You]: Maybe one day you can give it back to me.  

Satisfied with your reply, you slipped your phone into your pocket, standing up to help Harry carry five smoothies toward your table. Ned and MJ were on their way, as for Peter, you figured it was the same. His apartment wasn't that far from where you were.  

“I know a loser when I see one.”  

“Hello, MJ.” You greeted after taking the first sip of your smoothie. You offer her hers and she bumps your hip, sitting beside you in the booth as a greeting. “Where's Ned?” You asked, frowning now that you didn't see the boy arriving along with her. They were always together.  

She shrugged, leaning back. “He said he would be ten minutes late. He was gonna get Peter so they could go to this store nearby his place before coming here.”  

You didn't take long to acknowledge which store she was talking about. An eye roll later, you crack out a smile in amusement. 

“The Star Wars one?” 

She nodded and the three of you quickly entered a conversation about a movie that was airing on the local theatre. Ned and Peter arrived in the middle of your discussion, a few bags in their hands that earned your curiosity.  

“Did you buy the whole store?” You joked, the edge of your lips curling up as Peter sat down in front of you, placing two little bags on the corner of his seat.  

Peter raised an eyebrow at you, amusement all over his features. “Did I?” 

“Looks like it.” 

“Oh, this is—!” Ned exclaimed, taking a sip of his smoothie. Harry held back a laugh at the boy's blissed-out state. “You got it right.” He then pointed at Harry accusingly. “I love you.” 

Harry shrugged, “I know.”  

“The one time I got your order wrong—” MJ begins. 

“You never get the right one.” Ned deadpanned, interrupting MJ's speech. The girl kicked his chin under the table and Ned proceeded to kick hers back. Just before the childish fight could escalate, you pull both of their ears and hear whining asking you to stop.  

Peter and Harry were chucking and you have to backtrack because Harry wasn't glaring at Peter for the first time. Is this progress? 

After a mindless walk to the nearest park, all of you silently decided to stick around for a while longer, basking in what was left of the sunset and the hues of orange, pink and blue that mixed together to form the purple sky of the evening.  

You teased MJ at her inability to stop texting her girlfriend while in an evening among friends and she flipped you off immediately, blushing. She's been seeing Felicia Hardy for two months and from what you could see, it was becoming rather serious, even though MJ still cannot admit it. You know your best friend and her hidden smiles and secret joy because of a new person she's interested in. 

“No, no, no. You don't get it. It's like different universes in one— Actually, no. Multiple universes that are currently happening right now. You could be you, but you're, I don't know, a villain in this other universe, while here, you're just Harry.” 

Both of your and Peter's neck snapped as you turned towards the conversation between Harry and Ned.  

Harry carried a crease between his brows, confusion twisting the corner of his lips. 

“So I'm me... but different?” 

Ned nodded vehemently. He'd always get excited whenever the topic of multiverse was brought up.  

You, on the other hand, were tense and you did not have to look at Peter to know his reaction as well. 

“I'm sure in every reality you're an entitled filthy rich bastard the same way. Don't worry.” MJ’s comment was enough you breathe again. Peter’s awkward laugh at your side.

Harry rolls his eyes, “and I'm sure you're sarcastic and bitchy about anything and anyone, Jones.” 

You throw your head back to stare up at the sky. 

“Children.” You mocked. Peter attempted to hide his laugh but he was not successful. You found it endearing how his cheeks slowly turned pink. It reminded you of when you were kids, he'd turn into a tomato every time he tried to hold in his laugh. “Behave.” 

They initiated a bickering about she started it and he started it and Ned made a comment to side with Harry to add fire to the flames.  

Sometimes you thought they could remember and then reality crashed down the moment for what it truly was. It could be good and bad at the same time. Bittersweet might be the right term to name the feeling. Of course you miss everything that was, but what currently is is also good, in a way. You have your people, despite the losses, you have him back and it's all that you could ask for. 

“Peter.”  

He gives you a sheepish smile, looking down at his shoes as he buried his hand in his jacket.  

“Did you like it?” 

You close the small box carefully. “How could I not? It's beautiful. I loved it.” You said, then punched his shoulder playfully. He pretends it hurts, but you know it doesn't. “Don't spend that much money on me, Parker.” 

Peter shrugged, playing the nonchalant part. “I'll do what I want, actually.” 

“You're such an annoying little shit, aren't you?” 

He shrugged again, this time he's got a cocky grin and a little smug attitude you recognized from when he got an answer right and you got one wrong in an assignment. It's a glimpse of the carefree nature of Peter Parker. He's a little bit proud at times, but still clumsy around people, shy between strangers, and wears his heart on his sleeve for the people he truly cares about.  

“You love it.” 

“Help me,” you asked him when everyone stopped by the fountain on your way back to university. You had your back to him and he finally understood what he was supposed to do when he saw your fingers holding the two parts of the necklace behind your neck. He stepped forward, taking both parts from your hands and freezing once your fingers met. Your skin was cold. You shivered as he clasped the necklace, adjusting with a shaky sigh. His throat moved under his hard gulp. “Thank you.” You turned around with the little rose gold maple leaf pendant around your neck.  

Peter blinked at you in a daze. The streetlight illuminated your figure as you moved your hair away from your shoulders so it wasn't curling around the necklace anymore.  

You're beautiful. So beautiful.  

As soon as he saw the maple leaf pendant, you came into his mind. It reminded him of the Fall, your favorite season, which, of course, led him to you. Funny that everything, somehow, lead him to you. He doesn't know what his life would be if it didn't. Nothing would make much sense, honestly. Peter didn't know how the other Peter Parkers handled losing you in their universe. It was such a difficult thought for him to even consider. His initial goal was to protect you and if that meant he had to let you go, then so be it. He would do it. Because you deserved a life without the mess that was his life. You deserved peace and happiness. But that plan backfired when he saw you crossing the street to reach a coffee shop. It was 8pm in the evening and he was on patrol. He had stopped two robberies an hour before so he was getting ready to go home and throw himself into bed, give a rest to his alter ego for the night. Until you showed up, crossing the street so distracted that a car almost hit you. Peter pulled you back in time, a hand on your shoulder to steady you from the scare of the car horn. You had been crying and at the moment Peter's only thought was to comfort you and figure out who had made you feel that way.  

“Myself.” You laughed, tearfully. “Sorry. I wasn't paying attention.” 

He convinced himself that from that point on he had to watch over you, to simply make sure you wouldn't cross the street without looking both ways again, or trip mad and get a severe head injury. He'd watch you from afar, it couldn't do any harm. 

In reality, that was Peter's way of not letting you go and it had not been fair to either one of you. Especially you, who earned headaches and migraines and insomnia because of memories begging to come back, memories that shouldn't have been removed at all.  

Peter disappointed you. He disappointed himself too — and probably Aunt May, who must be shaking her head in disapproval wherever she was watching over him from. He's slowly making peace with himself after everything. He's finally seen that having you close by was better than the heartache of letting you go and trying foolishly to move on. He didn't want to move on from you and if that was selfish. . . that was fine. Peter was never anything besides selfless his entire life. And if you wanted to be in his life, why couldn't he want to be in yours?  

He would acknowledge the past and make the best out of the present. As for the future, well, he wasn't concerned, it would probably lead him to you. As always.  

[honeybubblebeeeeee]

Since you’re taking requests…

Bakugou x reader in an MCU universe where Bakugou is an avenger and reader who has a very Shuri-esque character and lives in Wakanda??

I can just imagine him falling in love after he gets really injured and is forced to rehabilitate in Wakanda and reader has to heal him and is just like

-_-

Have a great day!!

YAAAY finally a request so hype to do this for my little angry Pomeranian <3 I hope this did the request justice give me some feedback for sure i wasnt sure how long to make it

Bakugou was heaving as he launched himself past falling rubble trying to keep up with the enemy infront of him. He was tired, he was bleeding and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it up. He could see a stream of green above him as Deku joined the chase. His body was on fire from the use of his quirk but it was so close to being over. He was looking forward to laying down and being left alone for a couple days.

His focus was shattered as the screaming of Deku. "KACCHAN STOP!" Katsuki's head hit smacked into the concrete and everything went black before he could even register the attack.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Katsuki blinked slowly as his vision tried to focus on the lights and shapes around him. His limbs felt like they weighed ten times the amount they should as he struggled to register the current world around him.

"Ah! He lives!" A celebratory laugh and the sound of footsteps advanced on him. A soft hand pushed him back down. He struggled against it but his body felt no energy to fight back as his eyes focused on the person above him.

"Ah ah. Stay down. Not done yet." You looked down at him, a smirk on your face. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to tell this woman to go away, to stop bothering him but he was so tired and so weak that he just watched as you moved around him looking at a tablet in your hands.

"Vitals look good, blood pressure seems to be rising but I have heard you got quite the temper dont'cha?" You laughed as the sound of you tapping the screen filled the silence. "You're healing - but slowly which concerns me. It's too slow for someone like you and nothing I did helped. I dunno what you got hit with but boy they did a number on you."

Katsuki's eyes followed you as you walked behind a console and focused on whatever it was in front of you. He was able to finally at last force himself up, swallowing the wince as he went. In front of him a hologram of a skeleton illuminated. Certain bones and areas were highlighted red.

"See here, your ribs got hit hard, a few broken. Clean break luckily. Abrasions, bruising, a few cuts and gashes. Things are just not healing quickly. It's not a poison. It's something else." You looked over at him as he placed his feet on the ground. His face scrunched in pain but he didn't say anything.

You rolled your eyes, a soft chuckle leaving you.

"Eh? What's so funny?" If looks could kill those red eyes of his would throw real daggers at you. You shook your head and held up your hands in defense. "Nothing. You are just as stubborn as they say."

Doors opened and Izuku walked in. "Oh Kacchan! You're up. Shouldn't you be resting?"

'Tch. Shut up." Katsuki started to walk out the doors but Midoriya stopped him. "Where are you going?"

Katsuki just glared. "Home? Where else?"

You laughed. "Home? You are a little far from home my friend."

Large metal shutters started to open on the opposite side of the room revealing a vibrant and lush landscape. "Welcome to Wakanda Katsuki." Your smile was wide as you stared out in awe of your homeland.

Katsuki felt his attitude towards you soften from the way you looked out at the world with awe. Even the bubbly personality you had in light of his rudeness, the sarcastic and teasing tone that went with it.

"Anyway, let me show you to your room.

Izuku had bid his farewells and katsuki followed you just down the hall from the lab to the next set of doors into a tasteful apartment. "You can stay in here, close to the lab so I can keep an eye on you. I'll have you in the lab daily to check on ya and figure out what is the causing of this lack of healing but get some rest for now. You're gonna need it." You smiled and left the room.

Once it was clear you were gone Bakuguo made it to the bedroom before laying down and groaning against the pain he was trying to hold in.

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"Rise and shine fire boy!" Your voice rang out as you threw open the large curtains in the bedroom.

Katsuki groaned, covering his head with a pillow. "Buzz off."

"We have things to do, c'mon. Meet me in the lab." You tauntingly patted the pillow over his face and walked out. In the moment Katsuki was thankful for the pillow in the moment because it covered the smile that forced it's way on to his face.

He slowly but eventually made his way into lab. You hovered over a table with something half melted on it. The closer he got he realized it was his grenadier bracers. "Hey! Don't touch those!" His temper rose as tried to move towards you threateningly but the pain that spiked from his ribs cut his rampage short.

You looked up at him with a smile. He hated how it smoothed the rage over. "Relax, relax. I cannot break it more than it already is. I simply want to make them better. It's interesting technology but - mine - is better." You strutted back to the console from the previous day. "Lay down. I want to take another scan."

Katsuki glared at you. You huffed putting your hands on your hips. "What's the problem?" He didn't like people bossing him around, telling him what to do but he did like the ay you were matching his attitude. Everyone usually got mad at him, told him he was rude or stubborn and to get over it but so far you had not expressed a single complaint about him. You just shot back whatever he dished out and, he liked it.

He smirked. "Nuthin'." and laid back down on the table. He watched you as you focused. He noticed the way you were biting the inside of your cheek as you focused. It was cute.

"Hm, well. Whatever it was has worn off. Damn. You seem to be healing properly now. The medication I gave you seems to have finally mended the bones. I wanna check something else though." You walked up to the side of the weird platform he laid on. "Lift up your shirt."

His eyes went wide. "What?! No." You rolled your eyes and laughed. "I need to see the bruising and I need to check under the bandages. Relax, Kats."

He felt the tension slip away at the nickname you used. He internally scolded himself but reluctantly lifted his shirt above the bandages. You examined intently, placing a couple fingers along the bruises and pressing. His skin prickled at your touch. "Oh, sorry, hands are probably cold." You pulled away, rubbing your hands together quickly to warm them up. Except that wasn't why his skin got goose bumps. It was just your touch - soft and delicate. You pulled at the bandage revealing what would have been a wound. "Ah. Healed. Nice." You pulled away completely and walked to the console again. He pulled his shirt down and slowly sat up. "Well I'd say you will be healed completely and back to full strength in a matter of days. However, I would like to take a look at your suit maybe make a few adjustments."

"Sure, whatever." He slouched where he sat, looking out the large windows that were now uncovered. "I could show you around if you like? Wakanda has a lot to offer." Katsuki shrugged, pretending to feign disinterest but in reality he wouldn't mind spending more time with you.

He had followed you out of the lab. He responded in grunts and huffs as you led him around but your mood never changed. He liked it when you smiled at him when it came to rooms you really enjoyed such as the large conservatory filled with lush plants.

Eventually you came to a stop. "Well, that's most of it. I can take you back to your room if you want. You should rest some more."

He scoffed, his hands in his pockets and he side eyed you. "I'm fine."

You smirked. "SO does that mean you want to continue?"

He shrugged again, feeling a heat come to his face. "Sure, whatever. I don't care." You hummed at him. "Right."

So, you continued day after day. He followed you around the grounds, through fields and forests. As time went on he slowly spoke more. You teased each other, bantering in a way he was unable to do with anyone up until this point. People took him too serious, took his jokes or insults too serious but you didn't. You kept up with him and sometimes even left him without comebacks.

It was one day that finally got him, he couldn't take the feelings that were bubbling up inside him. It was the way you stood over his bracers, nimble fingers toying with them, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you tested it and it didn't work out as planned. Katsuki didn't even realize he was staring.

"I know you are there Kats. I don't bite.... usually." You sing song voice echoed out as you winked at him over your shoulder. He felt the heat that rushed to his face, but scoffed instead trying to hide the smirk that threatened his stoic face.

"What'cha doin' anyway?" He stepped up beside you, his skin brushing yours. He hated the way he wanted to just get closer. "I just uh-" You stopped short, needing to concentrate. Katsuki smiled down at you but felt the need to cover it. "Well? What is it?"

You glared at him for his impatience, his scowl quickly dissipating into wide eyes as they flicked from your own to your lips and back up. He wet his lips in response. A soft smirk formed your lips. "Don't worry, not gonna break anythin'."

He hummed at you, watching you rewire and rework the bracers. "How's your injuries feeling anyway hm?" You didn't look to him as you spoke but his eyes never left your form. "Oh, uh..." Truthfully he felt fine now but he knew once he was better he would have to leave Wakanda, leave you. "Still sore and uh painful, yeah, hurts." He tried to speak with conviction even going so far as to hold onto his rib as if it ached.

You side eyed him and held back the smile that played at your lips. "Well I guess you'll just have to stay longer then won't you? I can't send you away when you are still in so much pain. Right Kats?" The sarcasm that laced your voice was playful but it went over his head. "Yeah, yeah, painful and sore. Right." He nodded his head long trying to convey seriousness.

You poked him right in the rib where the injury had been but he didn't even react. "Looks painful you're right." You tilted your head as you looked up at him. His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before his brain fog of just thinking about you touching him cleared and he realized what was actually happening. "That hurt."

You smirked at him. "I'm sure it did. I guess you really will have to stay. Hope that's not a problem."

He licked his lips, staring at your own again. "Hmm, ya i guess I'll have to make it work somehow."

He'd make it work. He didn't care if it took another injury. Getting closer to you was the only thing on his mind right now.

[frasier-crane-style]

How many "cosmic junk drawers" does the MCU have?

First off, we have Sakaar, which seems to be where you automatically end up if an attempt at FTL travel goes wrong. Thor and Loki end up there when a Heimdall portal gets fucked up, so does the Hulk, Jude Law was meant to end up there at the end of Captain Marvel. And keep in mind, lest you think this is just a Space Bermuda Triangle, it's overseen by the Grandmaster, one of the Elders of the Universe, which gives it a good claim to being a big deal and not just a space dumping ground like Jakku or that planet in Soldier.

The Quantum Realm... oh God, I just looked at that picture, lol!... is where people end up when time travel or shrinking goes wrong? (I don't know why those two are the same thing either.) Kang ended up there after being exiled by other Kangs, Janet van Dyne ended up there, and apparently every being there has come from somewhere else by accident.

Then there's the Void... please don't confuse this with the alter ego of the Sentry in the upcoming Thunderbolts... which is where the TVA exiles people to. Even though it's clearly not a void.

Why don't they just use the Quantum Realm? How are they associated with the Quantum Realm? Unclear! Everyone exiled to the Void is eaten by Alioth, unless they strike the fancy of Cassandra Nova, who is powerful enough to rule the Void and she's struck a deal with the TVA to keep her placated.

(Wait, that's a little weird, isn't it? Even for someone who's an evil Professor X and sometimes is said to have every mutant power ever (but that would make her unbeatable, so ignore that)... still, she's not like a Galactus level figure, is she? Cuz what would a Galactus level figure need with Pyro or the Russian or any other henchmen? I guess she just likes bossing people around? Whatever.)

There's also incursion'd universes, as seen in Multiverse of Madness, which is somewhere Strange gets banished to in a fight with Wanda and man, lot of banishment in the MCU, isn't there? And also does the TVA bother with people who are jumping from universe to universe and causing trouble? You'd think they would--in fact, you'd think that'd be their one job--anyway, this is another place you can end up if you are changing universes and something goes wrong and you don't end up in the Quantum Realm or the Void.

I don't know, does this seem inconsistent to anyone else? Why do we need all these different "cosmic junk drawers"? Can't they just reuse one instead of introducing a new cosmic junk drawer every time the banishment plot point is used? I understand there's probably a difference between 'just' going faster than light and pulling a Sliders, but if time travel and dimension-hopping are the same thing, shouldn't there be one big fail-state instead of lots of different ones that are functionally the same?

Like if Kang throws you through a portal, you can end up in the Void and meet a crazy alternate self, or end up in the Quantum Realm and meet a crazy alternate self, or end up in an incursion'd universe and meet a crazy alternate self? It's both lazy and really lazy. If they reused the Quantum Realm for all of these, that'd be a little lazy, but at least it'd be a rule they were following and maybe they could build on each appearance the same way Tony Stark used to upgrade his suit in every movie.

Instead they just start over with a new green-screen thingamabob each time and do the same thing with it. Thor goes to Sakaar and he happens to meet a character from his past, Valkyrie. Scott Lang goes to the Quantum Realm and he happens to meet a character from his past, MODOK. Wolverine goes to the Void and he happens to meet a character from his past, X-23.

If this is so random, shouldn't it get mixed up a bit? Thor could meet MODOK. Wolverine could meet Valkyrie. It'd be a little less convenient-feeling, wouldn't it? Like when Deadpool met Blade, Elektra, and Johnny Storm. That's at least only thematically related instead of them literally knowing each other.

Although I do think that as long as we're doing this thing where some Marvel characters exist in the sixties and others are in present day, they could've done something like that. Like have the cowboy Ghost Rider show up.

You know, we still have Sam Elliot, but he's not gonna be here forever. And you really just have to get him into a voiceover booth. Come to think of it, is Nicolas Cage that busy? I suppose I couldn't resist getting Channing Tatum in there either, if he's that desperate to do Gambit, but Jennifer Garner over Nic Cage? C'mon. No one liked Elektra that much and the new costume wasn't even comic-accurate.

They actually did it better in 2005. At least they went red. I guess they were doing specifically superhero movies released by Fox, but then they have Blade in there. He's from New Line. And what about the Punisher? I think most of us liked Tom Jane enough to want to see him again.

I suppose I should be grateful it wasn't all industry plants and also Professor X, like in Multiverse of Madness, but I just feel it's a bit sloppy to do a movie that's both a Wolverine-Deadpool buddy movie AND THEN an ensemble cast reunion. You can't really have an ensemble and go "oh, but the REALLY BIG GUNS are Deadpool and Wolverine." Doesn't work. Can you imagine a Lord of the Rings movie where all the focus is on Aragorn and Legolas, and then there's a little bit of stuff with the rest of the Fellowship, but only in the second act? And it's mostly an extended cameo?

Anyway, earlier I reblogged a post about the interconnectivity the 616 Universe used to have, with different writers coming together to integrate all their work, and that seems like it's lacking in both 616 and the MCU. No one wants to build on what someone else is doing, they all want their little fiefdoms, so we get all these plot points that are going in the same direction but not collaborated on and it just feels poorly edited. Sorta like this post. Sorry.

[marionluth]

I Owe You 3000

MCU fanfic featuring Tony, Peter and Morgan ♥️

Summary: Morgan hacks into one of her dad's suits and takes a joyride. With a friend. To space. Tony ain't happy. Big brother Peter comes to the rescue.

✨Fluff, humour and all the irondad and big-brother-peter-parker goodness ✨

This story along with quite a few more can also be found on my ao3 account:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MarionAveoneLuther/works

Hope you guys enjoy this and please reblog if you did ✨☺️

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The urgent repetitive banging on his door, made Peter hasten to the door. Taking in a deep breath, he unlocked his apartment's door and held it open.

"You didn't ask who I was," Tony remarked disapprovingly stepping inside.

"I'm thirty-two years old," Peter reminded the man.

"Thirty-two-year-olds get assaulted too, you know!"

Peter scoffed and his eyes enlarged with incredulity, "I'm Spiderman!"

"I could be a powerful villain," Tony countered, raising an eyebrow and removing his sunglasses, shoving them in his jacket’s front pocket.

"You tried to open with your own keys! I heard! I knew it was you!" Peter exclaimed. The man was clearly not in a good mood.

"You shouldn't leave your keys behind your door! You know that! What if it was an emergency and I couldn't get inside?" Tony demandes next in a scolding tone.

"You'd blow up the god-damn d… Ugh!” Peter shook his head in resignation. Trying to reason with Tony when he was in his grumpy dad mode was simply pointless. “You're impossible! That's why I keep the keys behind the door! 'Cause you're overbearing and overprotective and you'd barge in here without even bothering to knock first!"

"Where is she?" Tony asked impatiently, arms crossing in front of his chest.

Peter's eyes narrowed in confusion and he tilted his head to the side. "She left…"

"She left? You let her leave?" Tony boomed, taking a step towards Peter, who remained standing in the middle of his small apartment looking baffled.

"Well, yeah, Tony! Keeping people somewhere against their will is kind of frowned upon, you know!"

"Where did she go?"

"Home?" Peter offered in an even more perplexed tone.

"Home my ass! Pepper would have called me, if she had gone home,” Tony said pointing an accusing finger at him.

"How on earth would Pepper know that She went home? She lives four blocks down from here…" Peter asked eyebrows furrowing.

"Who on earth are you yapping about?" Tony asked.

"Who on earth are you yapping about? Dammit, dad, now I have a headache!"

"Morgan, Peter! Morgan! I know she's here!"

"Morgan isn't here! Don't you think you'd notice her?" Peter asked, spreading his hands to indicate the small studio they were standing in.

The single-space room was empty aside from the two of them and Peter’s furniture. No hiding spots were available, not even a closet. Peter had a dresser. Even the tiny bathroom's door was open, as Peter had just finished mopping after his shower and had left it like this for the tiles to dry faster.

"Who was here then?" Tony asked suspiciously.

Bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, Peter sighed in tired frustration. "You're exhausting!" He commented, as he moved to the small kitchen counter, reaching for two mugs and the half-filled coffee pot.

"You're avoiding to answer," Tony commented following right behind Peter in the corner of the studio that served as the small kitchen.

"A friend… Alright? A friend who...stayed over last night," Peter said with a huff as he filled the two mugs and returned the coffee pot to the coffee machine. Grabbing the mugs he offered one to Tony. After taking a sip from his own cup, he walked towards his small couch, plopping down on it.

When Tony joined him, Peter asked. "What's going on? Why are you particularly grumpy today?"

"Are you seriously gonna keep acting like you don't know anything?" Tony asked, annoyed.

"I don't know anything! Now, do you wanna tell me what on earth is going on and why you're here looking for Morgan, or will you keep nagging at me about my door and my lady-friends?" Peter asked impatiently.

"You should move into one of our many apartments. Seriously, what’s the point of me owning all these swanky places if you insist on renting miserable holes like this? You already have more than one decent place with decent size, a decent door, and decent security in your name. Why you insist on living like this is beyond me!” Tony concluded his tirade by glancing around Peter's place with a judgy look on his face.

"You have the attention span of a dinoflagellate!" Peter exclaimed. "Morgan! Pace with me! What's going on? Should I worry?"

"Yes, you should worry, 'cause when I get my hands on her…"

"Dad! C'mon! What happened?"

Tony sighed in frustration. He looked at Peter tensely as he ground out his next words. "She went for a joyride."

Peter remained looking at him silently for a few seconds. "That's it? That's like… Nothing!"

"With a friend of hers," Tony continued.

"Oookaaay…" Peter’s facial expression still conveyed underwhelm, confusion, and surprise.

"In two of my suits," Tony tacked on as he took a sip from his mug.

"Oh…"

"In two of my space-suits!"

"Ouch!"

"And they went for a ride over the effing Kármán line!"

"Daaamn," Peter concluded quietly with a grimace.

"You got that right!"

"How on earth did they manage to take the suits? Didn't you baby-proof them or whatever? I remember attempting to take one and Friday giving you my ass on a silver plate."

"She hacked her way into them," Tony said annoyedly, even though he didn't manage to entirely stop some pride from tingling his tone.

Peter's eyes enlarged at that. "She managed to override your safety protocols and hack Friday? Damn, Morgan! Way to go, kid!"

"If you dare to sound impressed whenever she talks to you about this, I'm gonna bust your ass too, you hear me?" Tony wagging a pointer finger dangerously close to Peter's nose.

"I won't, but you gotta admit… The kid's gonna go far," Peter said with a proud smile.

"Not if she breaks her damn neck doing dumb things like this, she won't!"

"Oh, come on! You can't seriously tell me you don't get where she's coming from,” Peter countered as he took another sip from his mug.

"Are you seriously trying to defend her right now?" Tony asked disbelievingly. "She has you wrapped around her little finger like ivy on a fence"

Peter rolled his eyes at that. "Like you're any better. You bought her a damn pony the minute she asked for it! And then had an entire lab with vets and biologists experiment on the poor thing to find a way to make it a unicorn-pony, when she wouldn't stop crying for one!"

"Hey! The experimentation was one hundred percent humane! That pony is still alive, healthy and happy,” Tony defended his actions shamelessly.

"And looks like a damn rhinoceros!"

"It's not like it knows that,” Tony countered.

Peter couldn't help but snort at the absurd dialogue they were exchanging and the even more absurd memory of mr. Sparkle's adventure.

Bringing the discussion back to focus, he continued, "My point is… She's growing up with all this amazing tech around her... These shiny, incredible gadgets that do all sorts of awesome things. You can't expect her not to be tempted to play with them!"

"I expect her to be tempted, Peter. I also expect her to play by the rules. With mine or Pepper's permission and under supervision," Tony countered.

"Dad, c'mon!" Peter sighed with a tired expression. "She's a teen. She's bound to break rules. It's normal!"

"It's normal to break curfew every now and then, Peter, not to steal bloody space-ships," Tony remarked drily.

"Space-suits! Don't inflate things,” Peter corrected him.

Tony shook his head and now it was his turn to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Peter watched him carefully. "All I'm saying is… I get how tempting having everything just out of reach is. And we both know how important it is to look cool at her age. Can you imagine being sixteen and able to sneak a ride in your superhero's dad state-of-the-art-flying-to-the-god-damn-space-suit?"

Tony stared back at Peter silently.

Taking advantage of the lack of retort, Peter continued, "I can tell you, if you had developed those things back when I was her age, I'd definitely try to take a ride with Ned. And don't even try to pretend you wouldn't try the same shit if you had access to something like that when you were sixteen!"

Tony now sighed. Peter read the man's movements and could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"I'm not saying she wasn't out of line… But she wasn't… You know… Completely overboard." Peter added carefully. He didn't want to be too blunt about any of this. This needed careful maneuvering.

"You think I shouldn't ground her? Is that what you're telling me? 'Cause you know better than I do, had you pulled a stunt like this at her age..."

"Oh, I know!" Peter easily accepted. "But I was constantly in trouble and pulling stunts. Not to mention far less cute than Morgan is." At the scoff that involuntarily left his father's lips, he continued. "Seriously now… She's a good kid. She rarely screws up. I don't say turn blind eyes… Just, fix your system. Make sure she won't override it again. And... You know, take away her car. She loves that thing more than mr. Sparkles. Cell-phone privileges… C'mon. That's the things teenagers live for these days!"

Tony sighed and shook his head as he deposited the empty by now mug on the coffee table. "I can't believe I'm taking parenting advice by my own son," he mumbled.

"Why the heck not?" Peter countered. "You parented me and I didn't turn out that bad," Peter said, letting some tenderness slip into his tone.

Small smirk forming Tony shook his head. "You turned out incredible. And don't kid yourself, I'm still parenting you!"

"Yeah… You can tell that to yourself, old man!"

Rising to his feet Tony let out another sigh. "I'd better get going."

"Yeah. Get back home. I'm sure Morgan will come back sooner than you think."

"I guess! We're not done discussing this living arrangement of yours, by the way," Tony said as he walked towards the door. "And stop leaving your keys in the lock!"

Peter followed him and opened the door for him, leaning on it as he waited for the man to leave.

"Stop using your key without permission or emergency and I might consider it," Peter quipped.

"Brat!"

"Insufferable old man!"

"We'll see you on Sunday for lunch!"

"Yes, you will. Now get. I have work to get to."

Tony hugged his adoptive son close and patted his back twice. "Thanks, kid."

"You welcome, dad," Peter said with a smile as they broke the embrace.

Closing the door behind the departing figure, Peter waited for the elevator door to sound. When it did he let out a sigh of relief and walked to the large window on the wall next to his bed. He opened the heavy gray curtains and held them to the side as his sister stood from her spot on the fire-escape stairs and climbed back inside.

Turning to look at Peter she wore her best Stark-glare. Complete with furrowed eyebrows and a straight-line crease between them.

"Take away her car? Take away her phone? What the hell were you thinking? I thought you were supposed to get me out of trouble," Morgan said in an accusatory tone, her lips forming a perfect displeased pout.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Peter fixed her with the best warning look he could muster when dealing with that particular pouting face.

"I wasn't supposed to do anything! You came here and begged for my help to get you out of a grounding -a well earned one may I add- and I did! So this is where you put on your sweetest smile, hug me and offer me your deepest gratitude, little sis!"

His words registering, Morgan let her hands fall to her sides. She looked up at Peter through her dark eyelashes and offered a lopsided apologetic smirk.

"Sorry, Pete. You're right. Thank you so much. I totally owe you one. No, to hell with one… I owe you 3000," she answered in her sweetest voice and she took the two steps between them hugging him tightly.

A warm smile spread on Peter's face with the way she altered the signature phrase of her toddler years, Peter shook his head amusedly and mumbled, "You're something else, kid!" Running a hand through the soft brown hair, he finally broke the hug and headed to the couch. “Come sit down. I'll call you a cab. You'd better get home before Pepper talks Tony back to busting your butt."

Morgan plopped herself next to him on the couch and waited patiently for her brother to make the call. When he hung up, her eyes drifted to the ceiling.

"Hey, Pete?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you consider smuggling me a smart-phone on Sunday?"

The throw pillow that unceremoniously landed on her face was the only answer she got.

[tobiasdrake]

So, I'm hearing a lot of buzz that Deadpool 3 is going to bridge the gap between Deadpool and the MCU, to formally bring him over into the MCU's main universe. I don't know if that's true, but it's what I keep hearing.

Personally, I don't think they need to bother. I don't mean they shouldn't bring Deadpool into the MCU; I mean they don't need to do a whole timey-wimey shenanigans story or multiversal adventure or whatever to do it. They could just make a Deadpool movie, but it's in the MCU now.

How do they explain it? Easy. It's fucking Deadpool, that's how. Wade walks into Weasel's bar or whatever and has a conversation like this.

Weasel: *watching a news program reporting on the big space battle from the end of The Marvels or whatever.* Wade: Hey, can I get a beer? Weasel: Yeah. Sure. Wade: Something wrong? Weasel: Yeah. Does something seem different to you? Wade: No, everything seems normal. Weasel: Weird. Something seems off to me. Wade: Oh, it might be because we were recently bought by the Disney Corporation along with all of our assets. So now we're a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe and retroactively always have been. Weasel: Oh, that! Yeah, that's probably it. Thanks, man.

And then you go off and do whatever Deadpool shenanigans. Easy as pie.

[rowans-little-blog]

Hi hi! Welcome to my blog! My name is Rowan, but I have a few nicknames. Ro, Ro-Ro, Rowie, Roo, etc.

This is my age/pet regression blog! I'm not quite sure if I actually regress... But at the very least, I'm certain I age dream. I'm a secret regressor, but I'm sure if I told my family, they'd understand (I know my sibling at least would :) I've seen age regression channels in their discord server :p)

Here's my carrd and pronouns.cc if you'd like to know more about me :)

carrd ♡ pronouns.cc

I'm a minor, and I'm not quite sure about my little age. I'm also not sure about what animals I regress/dream to. Still figuring this all out.

I use she/they/it pronouns, but I also use some neopronouns, mostly just for the fun of it (those will be in the small font thingy at the bottom of the post) I'm also bisexual, ambiamorous, and aceflux!

I have diagnosed ADHD, PTSD, anxiety, and depression. Also, I have rhotacism! Which means I can't roll my R's properly :p they come out like W's sometimes!

I am a reality shifter too! If you don't like that, or don't believe in it, that's fine! I'm not here to force you. But please, do not try to make me "come to my senses" or anything of the sort. You will not change my views on it, and it's incredibly rude of you to try. You're still welcome on my blog, just keep those specific views to yourself please.

I'm not religious, but I love, love, LOVE learning about different religions of all types.

Fair warning, there might be some cursing on my blog, maybe even some vents, but I'll try to tw that, so that nobody accidentally reads it when little :)

I use caps quite often, including on this post. I don't have any intent on changing the way I type, so if that triggers you, I wouldn't interact, for your own safety.

I use character.ai so if that bothers you, you probably shouldn't interact :)

Just know that I'm likely to change the theme of my blog depending on my current hyperfixation(s)!

Quick disclaimer: if I ever make an agere/petre moodboard/stimboard/paci edit/etc, involving a kpop idol, please know that I'm not insinuating that they're regressors themselves. It's likely just because I find that idol comforting, like how I do agere. I am not one to speculate about an idol's private life or coping mechanisms.

I'm in many, many fandoms, and I'm a fan of many, many things. Some more than others obviously.

Here's some of the things I like/fandoms I'm in including my favorite character/bias (ones with * are ones I'm especially hyperfixated on at the moment and any of them that don't have a character means that I don't have a favorite. My favorite character will be in blue):

BTS (Suga and RM are my biases)

Stray Kids (Aussie line are my biases)

MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

OUAT (Once Upon A Time) (Peter Pan)

Harry Potter (Both Golden and Marauders Era) I DO NOT SUPPORT JKR.

DC (kinda)

The Outsiders (Sodapop Curtis)

Sally Face (Sal Fisher)

FNAF (Sun and Moon)*

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Grease

Peter Pan (numerous adaptations)

The Maze Runner

Twilight (Carlisle Cullen) I DO NOT SUPPORT STEPHANIE MEYER.

Call of Duty Reboot (Farah Karim + Valeria Garza)*

Criminal Mind (Spencer Reid)

D:BH (Detroit: Become Human) (Connor)

Ralph Breaks The Internet (RBTI) (Shank 🥹)**

Yandere Simulator (Ayano Aishi + Oka Ruto) I DO NOT SUPPORT YANDEV.

TRANS-SIBERIAN ORCHESTRA 🗣️🗣️

And more, that I probably forgot!

FEEL FREE TO INTERACT:

LGBTQIA+

POC

Furries

Therians

Systems

Disabled people

Age/pet regressors/dreamers

Self-shippers

In recovery from a self-destructive behavior

People of any religion! just be respectful

You're a part of any of the fandoms I mentioned!

You're around my age!

You're a shifter!

DNI if (it's a long list, but I stand by all of it):

NSFW

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Thinspo

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Anti-otherkin, anti-nonhuman, anti-alterhuman (even if I don't quite know/understand it, they're not hurting anyone. Leave them be.)

MAPS/Pedos

Gore blog

PRO-SHIPPERS (seriously, if you ship pedophilia, or think it's okay to ship it, gtfo. That's romanticizing a HORRIBLE thing.)

People who are extremely anti-AI

Anti neopronouns or xenogenders

If you're rude or disrespectful in the SLIGHTEST towards systems, get off my blog. I am personally close with numerous systems.

Endos/non-traumagenic systems (and their supporters).

bodily 25+ or 13-

Anti-Palestine or Pro-Israel (but at the same point in time, please do not talk about it in a detailed manner on my blog, or to me, and do NOT send me graphic pictures. I have extreme paranoia issues, and seeing and hearing about that stuff will make me extremely paranoid for my family and I's safety.)

If you hate anyone who enjoys Harry Potter and think that they automatically support jkr.

I CHECK THE BLOG OF EVERYONE WHO INTERACTS WITH ME. IF YOU'RE PART OF MY DNI, I WILL FIND OUT, AND I WILL BLOCK (and in some cases, even report) YOU.

Tag system that will be be updated as/if I post more types of things (they all have an R theme if you couldn't tell lol):

#roo-rambles [This is me rambling about things! Probably whatever I'm hyperfixated on at the moment.]

#roo-rattles [Most likely just keyboard smashes and me going "Abababababaabaaba" /hj]

#roo-reblogs [For posts that I reblogs! My blog will (most likely) be mostly reblogs so expect to see this a lot!]

#roo-reminds [For reminders! Things like, make sure to drink water, take meds, grab a snack, etc. And even things reminding you that you're valid, no matter what 🫶🏻 This tag will probably overlap with the roo-reblogs tag!]

#roo-rants [For when I vent :/ these types of posts will also be tagged with #tw vent]

#roo-requested [For things I requested from other blogs (moodboard, outfit board, userbox, etc.) This one will always overlap with #roo-reblogs!]

#roo-renders [For things I create! Moodboards, stimboards, outfit boards, paci edits, etc. These will all be self indulgent as I don't take requests /nm]

Keep in mind, these will likely overlap! [i.e. I repost a fanart and ramble about that character in that reblogs! That would be tagged with #roo-rambles and #roo-reblogs. Another example, I reblog a post from another blog reminding you that you're a valid little! That would be tagged with #roo-reminds and #roo-reblogs!]

my neopronouns! don't feel obligated to use these, but if you'd like to, you're more than welcome!

vamp/vampires/vampireself, twi/twilights/twilightself, nightmare/nightmares/nightmareself, fog/fogs/fogself, book/books/bookself, fang/fangs/fangself, tome/tomes/tomeself, mist/mist/mistself

[sunsoakedhighhopes]

In this case, Steve is actually doing something for himself for once, not as a part of the US military, and not exactly as Captain America either, though obviously Captain America is going to have a role to play.

Steve stops by an island prison, which is, I guess, under territory of France, now controlled by the Nazis, to check in on a friend, who is a political prisoner after France's defeat by Germany.

As usual, Steve just does not give any fucks. He never sugarcoats his feelings about the Nazis, he never plays political, even if it might be to his benefit to do so. Obviously antagonizing the warden of the prison where his friend it being kept isn't the most political tactic, but i guess it's true that Steve knows that he doesn't have to play nice in this situation, because he is Captain America, and he knows that he can take this whole prison down, if he needs/wants to. (One thing Comic Steve is not lacking, which is, I think different from his portrayal in the MCU, is confidence. Of course, a lot of that is possibly down to the fact that the vast majority of Steve's early life and backstory wasn't established by Marvel until much much later -- after his original run had completed.)

One thing I've also noticed about these early issues is that we never really get any kind of internal monologue from Steve, which is something that's much more prevalent in modern comics.

So we don't actually have Steve's motivations. He tells the warden that he's just there to check up on his friend, and there's never anything shown -- no scenes between him and Bucky or anything else -- that would indicate that this wasn't his true intention when he arrived, but I really kinda like to imagine that he went to this place with the full intention of Captain America-ing it up, and rescuing his friend. So, like, Steve is not bothering to try to placate this guy in any way, because he fully knows that his friend isn't going to be there much longer.

So, they bring out Steve's friend and he's.... looking a little rough.

Steve is of course quite horrified. But after a pointed look from the warden, Tom insists that they haven't treated him badly, and in particular the warden has treated him very well -- he just, you know, likes being so thin that he can barely stand and you can count each and every rib.

Then Steve is quickly ushered back outside where he is shown to the hut where he will be staying, and I'm only including this panel because Steve is wearing a pith helmet, which is a hat that really shouldn't look good on anyone, and yet, here he is, looking handsome as hell.

Steve obviously didn't fall for any of this bullshit, and again, I love that Steve just apparently wears his uniform under his clothes at all times. Like, is he afraid to pack it in his suitcase? I guess it does help with the speedy magical girl transformation into Captain America, but like, he's literally on what appears to be a tropical island, wearing his uniform under a suit -- how is he not absolutely dying from the heat?? Also, does this mean that Bucky is always wearing his uniform as well? Does he wear it to school? And once again, where are Bucky's parents??

Okay, so this prison warden guy is really not the brightest, because he doesn't even wait for Steve and Bucky to leave the island before torturing Tom again. Like, what exactly was the thought process here? Did he think that Steve was going to be like, "Well, my obviously emaciated friend says he's just fine, so I guess everything's good. I'm just gonna hang out the beach for a bit and get a tan and then head home."

Unfortunately for Steve, this prison torture chamber is set up like a Bond villain's lair.

No, but like, literally. Bond villain setup here.

This is the second time that they've put Steve in a man vs beast type situation.

Interesting, because here we have, canonically, the wings on Steve's helmet are made of steel, and are sturdy enough to use as a weapon.

And unfortunately, yes, Steve does kill another animal here, but in Steve's defense, it seems like the only other option was getting eaten by sharks. And I just think this was probably one of those popular tropes in the forties to show a character was really strong and fearless. We can't judge these comics by today's standards. And again, it's not like he really had a choice.

He does leave the third shark alive -- again, proving that he only killed the first two because he didn't have a choice.

When Steve crawls back out of shark pit, he finds the warden looming over Bucky with a knife, about to stab him -- which if you've been paying attention, threatening Bucky in front of Steve is just about the fastest way to ensure your imminent defeat. Although unfortunately, Steve does not in fact feed the prison warden to the sharks. Come on, the set up was right there!

They then rescue Tom, who somehow hasn't figured out that his friend Steve is Captain America, despite Steve arriving on the island that same day with a small boy named Bucky -- and you know what, whatever, we'll go with it. Maybe Tom is being tongue-in-cheek here, maintaining Steve's secret.

Tom says he's going to Greece to continue fighting against the Nazis, and later, Steve and Bucky read a newspaper article about a new addition to the Greek forces, an American pilot who had become a terror for the Nazi forces.

[genericpuff]

So if you had to order them whats the biggest to smallest let downs of lo? What has potential vs just being a crap plot point?

I'm REALLY bad at ordering things from biggest to smallest/worst to best/etc. so bear with me, but my personal list from smallest letdown to biggest letdown would definitely be:

5. Hera and Hades' affair. No 'potential' here, RS just shouldn't have done it. It casts way too many fucked up implications in Hera's characterization, from how she calls Minthe "nymph trash" to how she forces her own dreams and preferences on Persephone. She's always got an opinion about Hades' relationships, which would have been fine if we consider the fact she's the Goddess of Marriage and Hades is the only unmarried King, but now that we know they were in an affair for hundreds of years, it makes her opinions look even more mean-spirited.

4. The actual romance. There's no 'romance' in LO, it's just fluffy vignettes that Rachel thinks quantifies an entire plot but the reality is, Hades and Persephone are just not interesting characters and fluff doesn't make a story. So when they're together, it makes for a very uninteresting romance, as well. At least S1 had some amount of romantic/sexual tension, there is none of that in S2 onwards because it's just Hades and Persephone playing house but never bothering to actually get to know each other. Now that they're rushing into marriage it's just... blech. I couldn't be more disinterested in the marriage of a couple that Rachel's been writing about for five fucking years. I feel nothing towards them and that's the worst crime a romance can commit because it breaks my number one rule of storytelling - don't be fucking boring.

3. The Assassination of Demeter. The fact Rachel couldn't give an ounce of respect to the original myth that her bestselling series is based on is so goddamn disgusting, honestly. It goes to show how little integrity Rachel has, that she'll appropriate and gentrify another culture's religion and myths for her own personal monetary gain. Same goes for Webtoons as a whole. She writes this Greek myth comic as if she's ashamed to be associated with it, she wants all the fame and money without any of the responsibility or discipline. Demeter deserves better.

2. The Kronos fight. Lost potential. Not only did we not need some big MCU fight between Persephone and Kronos (this isn't an action comic) but even if we did have to have one for some reason, it couldn't have been, y'know... better? Why was it treated as a big joke? Why didn't Kronos use his powers? Why did it come out of nowhere and get resolved in a single episode? Why was the extent of his attempts to harm Persephone so nerfed? Answer: because Rachel doesn't know how to write action and she didn't want her precious self-insert to get an owie. Take this as a heads up/warning: I torture my characters. So I hope you're ready for the Rekindled versions of these characters to get HURT. 1.Persephone's act of wrath. So much lost potential here to characterize Persephone in a way that could have been more empowering or otherwise interesting. This is honestly the biggest thing I'm gonna be trying to revitalize in Rekindled and, full brag, I think I'm the perfect person for this task because I've been spending well over 10 years writing characters like this.

[lunarspiral1127]

So, Secret Invasion....it sucked.

*SPOILERS*

Not since She-Hulk have I been so disappointed and frustrated on an MCU show. This could've been epic, but it wasn't. And, the ending, the finale just felt so off. Like, they give this hopeful ending to Fury while so much killing is happening. I've pointed out a lot of what's wrong with the show. Killing off Maria in the first episode, killing off Talos, a terrible character for a villain, stupid decisions characters have made, and many questions and plotholes left unanswered.

The best parts were Sonya, Talos, Fury, Varra, but the writing in this show was bad. This should've been a longer series, or even a movie that had more characters involved. Secret Invasion shouldn't be limited to a small group of characters. And, I hate that the writers told the director to not bother with the source material cause that's not what they're intentions were of this show. Why can't we just do proper adaptations to comic storylines with changes that makes sense and improve on the story?!

Honestly, this was the worst in Phase 5 so far. All the actors and the characters they portrayed deserved better. But, if you wanna watch a show that has Skrulls in it, I recommend the Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes animated show. I wonder if the people of Agents of Shield would do Secret Invasion better. Hell, I'm sure Agents of Shield had something similar and did it better. I haven't seen all of AoS so I don't know.

Anyway, that's my thoughts/rant on Secret Invasion. This deserved better. But, we still got Loki season 2, Echo, and the Marvels left this year. Hopefully, they'll be better than this, but I'll keep expectations low for now.

[kimberly-stocks]

I rewatched Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 last night, and I realized that there were 3 actors in that movie Milo previously worked with:

Zoe Saldana who plays Gamora was in Dirty Deeds with Milo.

Sylvester Stallone who played Stakar was in Rocky Balboa and This is us with Milo.

And Sean Gunn who plays Kraglin was in Gilmore girls with Milo. Kirk in space 😅

Gregg Henry who plays Mitchum on Gilmore girls also plays Peter Quill's grandpa in Guardians, but I don't know if it counts considering Jess and Mitchum didn't have any scenes together on Gilmore.

Out of all of them Milo is the only one who didn't appear in the MCU yet. Although considering what crappy projects they put out now, I'm not sure it's a good idea for him to be involved in any of their projects.

Hence, the poll.

[forestwhisper3]

Plans to watch MM tomorrow, so I'll finally be able to come back to Tumblr and not worry about spoilers. Just popping in for a moment because while I have been able to do some writing for my fics, I was also goofing around a bit with a random idea that wriggled into my brain while at work, and I thought I'd share it. It's an MCU/Rottmt crossover.

Basically, the premise is that the mystic stuff going on during the fight with Shredder was strong enough for Loki to sense from Asgard, and he gets curious since, as far as he's aware, Midgard shouldn't have anything like that anymore. As he was already looking for a reason to take a break since Thor and the others were getting unbearable with talks of the Coronation becoming more serious, he decided to sneak out for a while to investigate. Yada yada, stuff happens, he meets the boys and somehow finds himself absorbed into their collective as an uncle figure/third dad. He doesn't really fight it.

However, someone decides to take advantage of his absence, and everything leading up to the Avengers movie still ends up happening. Needless to say, he's not happy to have to deal with that during his day out with the boys.

This is all pre-Krang, by the way, so having to face this first invasion would definitely affect how they act during the movie. Am I aware the timelines (as in the years that these events take place in their respective universes) don't match up at all? Yes. Yes, I am. However, I am choosing to purposefully not think about that and just let myself have fun with this. Now, here's a little segment I wrote. Enjoy. :D

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"You will all fall before me."

"I highly doubt that," a smooth, familiar voice cut in.

Tony froze- an idle part of his mind noting how the hand gripping his face seemed to do so as well -and his eyes widened as he saw another Loki standing there. Unlike the one with the staff, however, this Loki was dressed much more casually in comparison- worn jeans, a T-shirt, and his hair tied back in a low ponytail.

And he did not look happy.

"You," staff Loki hissed, although curiously enough, Tony could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Me," casual Loki drawled before his arms uncrossed and he walked towards them, steps measured and purposeful.

"I was gone for one year," he began, voice irritated in the way only one who constantly had to deal with the stupidity of others could be. "One. Year! Practically nothing for Asgardians, and everything falls apart. All I wanted was a break, a bit of time for myself, but noooo. Clearly, even that was asking for too much."

He blinked. That…was not what he was expecting to hear.

"Uh…who are you?"

"How dare-!" staff Loki started before he was immediately up in the air, bound together by some invisible ropes or something and unable to speak.

Now free, Tony worked his jaw as he watched this crazy turn of events. Hey, the longer things stalled, the more time the others had to do what they needed.

"Quiet, you half-rate magician!" Casual Loki snarled before walking over and picking up the staff where it had fallen to the ground. "I don't even know what I'm more upset about- the fact that you dared to impersonate me in my absence or that no one sensed anything was amiss!"

Judging by how his expression darkened at the last bit, Tony was willing to bet which one bothered him more, and damn if he didn't feel a bit bad for the guy. Yeah, this was all confusing as fuck, but he knew what it was like to feel like no one cared enough to notice the important things.

Casual Loki studied the staff in his hands for a second before his eyes widened and he turned to glare at the…fake? Was that really what was happening here? This was seriously the kind of twist he'd expect out of a cheesy b-movie, not real life.

"Where did you get this?" he demanded.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" was the sneered response.

In a remarkable show of restraint unlike anything he'd seen from any Asgardian so far- even Point Break -the real(?) Loki took a deep breath and breathed slowly out of his nose.

"Remember what Dr. Feelings said," he muttered almost too quietly to hear, completely annihilating his trepidation or suspicion towards this new Loki.

There was no way anyone with destruction, world domination, or evilness in general on their mind would go to therapy (and seriously? Dr. Feelings? He hoped that was just a professional name).

Another deep breath, and real Loki finally turned to look at him.

Green.

For a moment, it was all he could see. Green eyes that were as bright and vivid and striking as that emerald he'd tried to buy Pepper once. Compared to the watered-down blue of the fake, it was a wonder Thor hadn't mentioned it. Unless he just didn't notice, which, sadly, sort of tracked with the little he knew about him.

He was really starting to understand why this guy was so pissed off.

"So, lemme get this straight," he said, if only to break the awkward silence he could feel starting to form. "This guy here," he gestured up to the Loki in the air who was scowling furiously at them, "-was pretending to be you? All while you were on what basically amounts to a vacation?"

"It appears so," Loki sighed before he finally gave in and pinched the bridge of his nose. "My sincerest apologies for the trouble. I cannot say I expected such a disaster to result from my time away, but clearly, I have overestimated what little intelligence and reasoning those back home possess."

He held back a cackle of amusement, but it was a near thing, and judging from the way the corner of Loki's mouth twitched, he'd noticed.

"So how'd you know to come here, then?"

"Where do you think I've been?" Loki asked with a huff of laughter.

"No kidding? I thought Asgardians thought we were a little backwater planet. Not exactly the first place I'd imagine for a trip."

"I assure you that Thor only said that because he's an uncultured brute too embarrassed to admit Midgardian technology is beyond his comprehension."

That time he didn't try holding back the cackle.

"How'd you know it was Thor?"

"Please. With that charlatan galavanting about, there is no other the Allfather would have sent. And last we spoke, my brother did not have the most favorable opinion of Midgard."

"Huh…You're the real deal, aren't you?" he asked, the reality of it all sinking in.

This whole time they'd been dealing with someone else. The who still needed to be answered- and that was probably a really important answer now that he thought about it -but this guy was the real Loki. The Loki that Thor talked about with fondness, even if there was grief mixed in. Now that he was getting a chance to have an actual conversation, he could see why Thor had been so defensive of him. He was clever enough to figure things out with minimal information and less closed-minded about things outside his world and culture. He was witty in a way he could appreciate and just…more approachable, in a way. More human.

Completely different from the other guy.

"The one and only," Loki grinned before a more serious expression settled on his face. "Now, we should probably figure out what to do about the portal device on your rooftop."

"Wait, didn't you stop it?"

"I only managed to interrupt the connection process, and even that is taking considerable focus on my end," Loki shook his head. "The best I can do is delay the portal from opening and hope we find a way to shut it down before then."

"How long do we have?"

"Around…eight minutes."

"That little?!"

Loki's brows furrowed. "I do not jest when I say I am one of the most powerful mages in the Nine Realms, but it is precisely for that reason we even have that long. As skilled as I am, I am no match for the power of an Infinity Stone."

"Infini-what now?"

Loki suddenly looked like he'd bitten into a lemon before he looked up at the ceiling as if asking for patience.

"Thor, you absolute oaf," he groaned, sounding like he was just done with it all. "Don't tell me you didn't even figure out this much?!"

"Does that mean it's time for plan B?" a voice asked, seeming to come from Loki's forearm.

A forearm that had a strange, glowing symbol of some kind floating above it, and how had he not noticed it until now?

"Yes," he sighed. "I suppose it does. But be careful. Let Donatello try to disable the device before you attempt anything mystic. There's no telling how the two energies will react to one another, and I don't want to risk you getting hurt. I'll never hear the end of it from your father otherwise."

"Ooh, I was hoping you'd say that!" a second voice replied excitedly. "Such beautiful and advanced technology! I can hardly wait to crack this baby open!"

"Nerd!"

"Guys, focus!" yet another voice- and was it just him, or did they all sound really young? -cut in sternly. "You heard what he said! We've only got eight minutes!"

"Technically less now."

"Not helping, Leo."

"We got this!" a fourth voice chirped, somehow managing to sound cheerful and determined all at once. "Don't worry about us! Just do your thing, and we'll do ours, okay? Okay! Good luck, love you, bye!"

There was a crack and a yelp from the other side.

"I'm fine!" the second voice said, sounding a bit muffled. "Just some minor resistance!"

"Dude, why does the machine have a force field?!"

"Shut up! The comm's still on!"

"Oh shit, turn it off! Turn it-!"

The sound cut off, and the glowing circle faded. Loki stared at his arm for a moment, a mix of emotions warring on his face. Concern was one, along with exasperation, but there was amusement there too, and fondness.

"So…kids, huh?" he asked, admittedly curious. "Thor never mentioned being an uncle, but then again, mythology does say differently."

Loki snorted. "So I've seen. I can assure you, Stark, that those stories have been grossly exaggerated."

"You didn't deny it, though."

He grinned when that got an actual chuckle in response.

"I nursed a few animals back to health in my youth," he clarified. "But word of mouth and crude record keeping stretched out over a few hundred years tend to make for a wildly different account of events."

"Like the world's longest and most twisted game of telephone."

"And here I thought I was the ancient one."

That startled a laugh out of him.

"Oh, I like you," he grinned.

He really hoped this wasn't some sort of elaborate trap because he was already attached. He wondered what the odds were for him to convince Loki to extend his vacation after this…

"Now, as riveting as this conversation is, we do have a rather pressing matter on our hands," Loki reminded him. "One that I would like to resolve as quickly as possible lest-"

"LOKI!!"

"Oh for fuck's s-"

He didn't get to finish before he was thrown against a wall.

[yelenasdiary]

Here I am to once again knock some sense into anons.

IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT FUCKING READ IT!!!!!!!

All you do is discourage her from wanting to write at all. Did you ever stop and think how bashing her idea would make her feel? No, you didn't bc your selfish ass face. She will write for Nat and wanda if she feels like it and it'd requested. Nox is a yelena girl, so she's gonna write for her the most. I mean, her whole layout is yelena. Have some respect.

Nox, I think the idea is awesome. The angst parts will make me anxious, but it's still a good idea. I'll definitely support it and you.

Not to gas myself up here but ya'll just wait until thunderbolts comes out and Yelena is being spoken about again, some of you will want fics and guess where you can find some? 😌

Don't get me wrong, I love Wanda & Nat and I understand why people rather read fics about them but I think for me, as much as I love Yelena, I am new to Marvel. I wasn't here for the OG 6, I missed out on all the older movies. I watched Black Widow because of Florence and enjoyed it a lot so I decided to give the MCU a go, I love it! So all these new movies coming out from Eternals to now and future, is really exciting to me!

Yelena is my Natasha. She is my favourite Marvel character, Wanda is my second favourite. Even if Florence didn't play Yelena and I took the chance to watch Black Widow, comic Yelena still comes in a top favourite so yeah, it really sucks when people try to shit on an idea because it's not their faves. It's not a big deal, but it does make sometimes think that I shouldn't even bother trying to give different content..

[the-firebird69]

Robert Downey Jr. surprises Hall H to announce his return to the MCU as ...

I'm taking over you rhealm. And I'm using this kind of asinine attitude. It would be you Joey fettering me actor I mean this is fake stuff they're not really praising you and when you go there and stuff they want your stuff you're a f****** idiot I know you're stupid and stuff but really your head is small.

Zues Hera

You've always been a runt and you caused a lot of trouble lately and I know what it is. You leave them alone advertise it and people will cream you now you're saying that I'm gone you little piece of s*** so I'm going to tell people about it and you can die just like the rest you're such a s*** and a jerk ed his bike around you you pile loser here to hide a 50-cent invention. It's nothing really it's enough to get you out there and that's what he was doing here and I know about it and your s*** head and your people never do anything and that's what he was saying so straight to stupid. You're bothering us right now with your talk about the show and he's right it's a stupid show and he acts on your movie is dumb and who cares someone believes you're a good guy in a movie every year actually a retard

Justin

It doesn't make any sense he says here it does I believe in people like my act this is the act doesn't matter it's not a real act people know where they're watching it or they think he's a fake person doing this they don't believe you're really iron Man and these people that show know who You are so I feel like they think I act is good. So you're missing the point you don't get it it's not abnormal for you the ACT you're doing reveals your armor and it reveals that it's a real suit and people go to the movie and they say it's not a bad iron Man and stuff and there's a bunch of fags but yeah I guess I'm not explaining to you. Have to explain something like this to someone it's ridiculous it's a fake act are you going to the show and you're competitor cuz that's where they are.

I swear to get something they're not really there compliment to me and stuff it's sort of is in Hollywood I really don't want to continue this act either and I want you are the neighborhood forever and stuff like that he says I shouldn't be here in a stupid s*** hole in the first place and if this is your place what a joke you are this place and it's not a place for poor people and some place for people like Garth who clean toilets and stuff. I guess I wasn't clear and I'm telling you to leave. I'm telling you to leave. Joey fetterman you get your ass out of here or your dead meat you better wife holding here to threaten me you had a rifle in here to threaten me from Tommy f now you're gone it's going to be dead shortly and I hit another jackass that we did shortly he will be dead shortly and I'm going to take your stuff and probably that's why it's time to take your area and nobody tells me where to go pal no one. I haven't heard anybody tell me where to go and people are actually powerful ask me now you people are pions in your world and you don't want any help and you need it and you're about to die and I don't respect that. A lot of your women want you to back off because they actually need me and they know it especially unfortunately they need you because you know how to get things put together but you owe me money and I'm going to go after it and start for you and lawsuits now it's because of your mouth I guess you can't handle it so s*** this guy can't handle it tough s***.

Joey federman and Zeus Hera

we're starting the lawsuit today. And we're suing John renal art already and this guy added to it will help he is a huge moron and private he's a pervert and we do know how to handle that and meaning that we know it's a suit for going after you for a few things BG one of them is still inventions stealing inventions moron and the other is for using them in a way that is deleterious to our son in Acts of war and we are going by the war act and we are going to bring suit using that in international Court you have no right to talk to our son that way and he says I don't care so much because he's a slimeball in a massive homo and that's the way he talks he's a low life like Trump you get Trump up there and he's just sassy people. So we are going to take you apart and he says Trump doesn't like you and Camilla doesn't like you there's two groups that hate you so what are you trying to do to those two groups and we know what it is so he's an idiot and Lois is an idiot she's at the dry cleaners trying to get him up to his and he doesn't want to go there it's simply too far and the guy doesn't get anything right ever he's a gifted piece of s*** and our son did all the work on the evike hasn't gotten anything but a pain so we're going after you and we're going to sue you. Is a group of people that are suing and it's for something other than a product it's because of what you're doing and it is treason it is a lawsuit that has a criminal side a lot of people want you dead BG for what you do and we're going to take advantage of your attitude and say we're pretending with them to try and get them in trouble it means you're going to die Joey AKA Jose Gaspar

Bitol and Goddess Wife

Olympus