#this kind of shit is why i divorced marvel

[152glasslippers]

They've announced neither Karen nor Foggy are expected to be back on the d+ shows, and I am DEVASTATED. Daredevil (and potentially the Punisher) without Karen or Foggy?! 😭

pretty much sums up my feelings on the matter

[procyonloser]

Pt 2

Lucifer had been thinking about the guy at the aquarium for the last two weeks, on and off. He'd not really been eager to date since the divorce, and Lucifer was not a hook up kind of guy. He truly did want to be an anglerfish, he wanted to latch onto his partner until one or (ideally) both of them died. He was obsessive, but in a fun caring way that definitely didn't drive his ex wife away.

"Ugh..." Lucifer dragged his hand down his face, trying not to look at himself in the mirror, at the risk of seeing the purple under his eyes that seemed just ever present at this point in his exhausted life.

"Papa, look!" Charlie said, standing up from her little table he had in the living room for all her arts and crafts. She ran over, holding a big piece of paper with a bunch of scribbles on it, but in the middle was unmistakenly a jellyfish from the aquarium. Lucifer grabbed it in his hands with a big smile, marveling at it - his daughter was so talented!

"It's beautiful, Charchar!" Lucifer exclaimed, kissing her all over her head, to squeals of giggles. "Wow, look at that, what a perfect jellyfish! You really liked the aquarium, huh?"

Charlie nodded her head, eyes big and bright. "I like the one tank with the pink stuff, and the other one with the one thing, and the floppy little guys on the ground, and the-"

"Do you want to go again?" Lucifer asked her, and Charlie froze up for a second, processing the question, before she bolted for the door, grabbing her little red coat and boots. Lucifer wanted to cry, she was so cute.

Lucifer had packed in the car her stroller wagon, because Charlie had started to get tired last time by the end, and she'd made Lucifer carry her coat and stuffed toys the entire time. They'd been rolling around the aquarium for a bit, looking at the different displays, before Charlie got excited at the penguin exhibit. Not exactly what Lucifer considered aquarium animals, but he supposed it made as much sense as an otter or seal.

He lifted Charlie up so she could see the birds waddle around, and he was so distracted by her reaction, he didn't notice the shadow beside him.

"I hate penguins," the voice said, and Lucifer turned slightly to look at the man, before doing a double take, eyes going wide. Oh, oh it was the hot but not hot guy from before, Lucifer opened his mouth, before closing it, and then opened it again. "You doing your best fish impersonation? You really do want to be a male anglerfish, don't you?" He asked with a cheeky grin, and Lucifer finally got the chance to see his name tag.

Adam. Yeah, he looked like an Adam.

"Well, you know," Lucifer laughed nervously, maybe a little too enthusiastically, but he had a hard time gauging that sort of thing. "Why don't you like penguins?"

"The stink, and they're fucking sociopaths, like they're tiny demons. Everyone goes, oh they're so cute, oh look at the gay penguins, aren't they great? No, they're awful. Worse than dolphins. You know what necrophilia is?" Lucifer regretfully nodded his head, grimace spreading across his face.

"Like I said," Adam said with a huff, looking back over at the birds. "I don't like penguins."

"Reasonable," Lucifer said in a slightly higher tone, growing more aware the man was just... There. Standing next to him. No one else was around. Sure, maybe he was an employee talking to a client, but it didn't seem like that was it. "Do you like any birds, or is your thing just...fish?"

"Swans are cool," Adam said, glancing at him. "They are super loyal, they mate for life, and they're giant vicious shits."

"I like ducks," Lucifer said plainly, immediately regretting it.

"Don't get me started on ducks," Adam rolled his eyes, before pushing away from the banister. "I'm about to go run the touch tank in the kid's activity reef room, if your kiddo wants to come see. You can touch little rays, starfish, shrimp, sea cucumbers."

"...Sea cucumbers?" Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow. He'd never heard of them, was that like a sea sponge? But Adam sent him a wicked grin in response to the question, like he'd been hoping Lucifer wouldn't know much about them.

"Yeah, they're long tubes basically, and if you rub them too much and they get overwhelmed, they shoot out their intestines in long white stands." Adam said with a wink, before he walked a few feet away, glancing back at Lucifer with a smirk. "You gunna come, or do you need to latch onto me to keep up?"

"Ha...ha," Lucifer wheezed out, eyes falling to Adam's backside, before Charlie tugged on his jacket.

"Can we go? I want to see the shrimps." Charlie asked, giving her best puppy eyes, which worked instantly of course, Lucifer was a bit of a push over when it came to her.

"Absolutely," Lucifer said, already planning on buying a yearly membership to the aquarium.

[agendabymooner]

the royal wildcard ! esteban o. x ofc (british princess!actress!ofc)

summary: albertine ‘albie’ spencer was born months before her parents got divorced and years later, she plays a massive role as a royal rebel and a certain alpine-renault’s partner. somehow, the british media didn’t get a glance at another surprise that came directly from the source.

content warning: princess ofc without the princess manners, esteban ocon is a nerd and i love him ur honour, vine + hamilton reference (nothing cringe i promise), royal family issue, absence of father and mother figure, wedding/marriage announcement, pierre gasly appearance

note: changed my profile and posted this! i couldn’t go to sleep knowing i should just post this now. press the photos to view the whole posts. enjoy xx

masterlist

tagged estebanocon

liked by pierregasly, mickschumacher, lance_stroll

user1 you and your what 😀😀

user2 say sike rn albie.

user3 is that a croissant in estie’s hand

user4 why are you worried about the uneaten croissant? she literally just called him husband 😭

albertinespencer he accidentally dropped the croissant

user3 STAWPPPP HE ACTUALLY DROPPED THE CROISSANT? 😭

lance_stroll he actually made you a spider-man fan oh my god liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer i was being watched as i changed my watch background

kitty.spencer that mask is not a good disguise if you were to ask me 😂 liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer we hardly tried 😂

kitty.spencer i’ll teach you more about disguising when you and estie visit uk 😉

user5 i can no longer sleep knowing that estie is now prince esteban

user6 this is the wildest of all wildcards to have happened this season ngl

estebanocon i didn’t think you’d see me looking at that photo of you and spiderman 🥲 liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer but i love you for it, my darling ❤️

pierregasly next time invite me on one of your trips smh 😠 liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer i didn’t know one piece of french comes in a pack of two did i?

tagged albertinespencer

liked by joshoconnor, harrystyles, charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc siuuuuuuuu liked by estebanocon

user1 the subtle spiderman things 😭 he got her hooked on marvel fr

user2 diana’s ring being matched with esteban’s own has got to be the sweetest shit i can cry on 😩 how long have you two been planning this??

estebanocon i’ve had it in my mind for two years!

user2 STAWP you’re making me fall harder for you

kitty.spencer you two are so perfect together 😍😘 liked by estebanocon

estebanocon this is a lot coming from you kit! ❤️

landonorris can’t believe that MY PRINCESS is married to my friend

user3 now bow down to prince estie lololol you too georgerussell63 alex_albon

alex_albon i always pegged her as a jude bellingham fan tbh

georgerussell63 meh, she gave mason mount vibes :/

albertinespencer 🥲 i support west ham

alex_albon boooooooo 👎

user4 short wife 🤝 tall husband liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer stoooop because you’re goofy smile literally had me when i walked down the aisle liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer like i almost tripped love 😩 i almost lost half of our dignity in one go liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer it doesn’t matter as long as you know i’d fall for you in a literal sense, anything hardly matters liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer here’s to the time we have ahead of us mon cœur!!! i love you so much estie 🍾🥂💕 liked by estebanocon

estebanocon you’re one of a kind, ma reine 😍

bonus !!!

[rrcenic]

in the honor of my marvel obsession creeping back to me + my family being in disneyland and exploring avengers campus, have some ✨avengers incorrect quotes✨ as things my friends and family have said

a shit ton of these were conversations between @cissyenthusiast010155 and i lmao

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peter: indulge in my child-like whimsy. buy me a web slinger

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steve: is that an igloo over there??

peter: …it’s a hippie house?

tony: did you hear about the hippie states wife?

steve: why on earth is there a hippie house in the cars theme park?!

tony: babe. did you hear about the hippie states wi-

peter: what’s the hippie state?

tony: the hippie states wife is mississippi!

steve: what on earth are you talking abou-

tony: like,,, mrs. hippie?? mississippi?

steve: …

peter: …

tony: …

tony: i thought it was funny

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tony: “i can do this all day”? that’s what she said

steve: SHHHHHH!!!

natasha: ooh, you’ve finally been shushed

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loki: a kid ran in front of me and my reaction was “broken child!”

steve: wHAT?!

loki: i didn’t say it out loud!!!

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scott: please sir, you don’t understand, if i don’t get my 20 dollar sunglasses back, my children will die

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peggy: i support neil patrick harris being gay

natasha: peg, you’re a lesbian

peggy: yes, but i am an ally to his gayness

natasha: you are gay

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peter: they should let me stay up late. because. if they don’t it would be…

ned: transphobic?

peter: YES

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bucky: i smelled grass! and now i want some!

steve: you want to eat grass?!

bucky: absolutely

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peter: and they were LAB PARTNERS

harley: oh my gawd they were lab partners

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tony: i want shawarma

steve: i want to go to sleep

tony: it’s only 4 pm

steve: and?

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steve: oh, this boba pearl is stuck in the ice…

bucky: just like captain america!

tony: aaaah, good one

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mj: “what kind of girl do you want” a red one

peter: …

peter: are we talking about cars????

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thor: i don’t understand the scientific physics

bruce: the what

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peter: please bring back the cheese man

tony: that could really mean any of us

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*at their first meet up in a while*

natasha: yknow, i’m just now being reminded of the fact that i hate half the people here

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bucky: i hate will ferrell

sam: how can anyone hate will ferrell?!

bucky: well, i liked him in barbie

sam: and he was funny in the lego movie!

bucky: true, he was awesome in that

sam: oh, he was also megamind!

bucky: yes! i loved him with that

sam: you don’t actually hate will ferrell, do you?

bucky: …

sam: you just hate elf

bucky: …i just hate elf

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steve: “rogers: the musical” can only be described as feeling like bad fanfiction

tony: isn’t it amazing

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*playing heads up, prompt “avengers: civil war”*

peter: when! when the divorce!

scott: ant man’s first fight!

natasha: when everyone decided they didn’t like each other anymore!

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harley: oh, c3p0 and r2d2 are a gay couple!

peter: duh??? did you just realize that???

[athousandmorningss]

I'm a free man/freer than I've ever been.

It's January, & I'm not tired I'd written.

Google photos shows me a picture from a year ago and I'm moved to marvel at then to now.

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I'm trying to find new ways to move my body. C. and I fumble and laugh through a barre class that leaves me sore for two days afterwards. I try a spin class that leaves me wobbly-legged and grinning on the walk home in the fog. I lob a ten pound ball at pins for five hours straight and improve my game. J and I hole up in a dive bar with a ping pong ball table between us, my smile wide and eager from a well-earned win. I bike for miles, hike, stretch, lift.

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Feb. 1 is the one year anniversary of asking for a divorce. I'm thinking about forgiveness. I'm thinking about the eight hour conversation with Y in which he finally owned the abuse. I presented you with a version of myself that I never fully realized, he'd said. I'm thinking about the specificity of the apologies-how they hinted at genuine self-reflection, but how this seemed to fall apart when he learned I'm going on dates with someone. How the anger and passive aggressiveness and meanness came out again. His I have concerns about what you're doing indicating a still present desire to control. The audacity.

And yet: I want to believe in forgiveness. Maybe I need to forgive him in order to forgive myself. I unintentionally found Myisha Cherry's Failures of Forgiveness at the library, and am moved when I read "forgiveness also aims at release, relief, and reconciliation for the victim. why should victims abandon these goals in order to focus on what the offender learns or doesn't learn? why must forgivers be both survivors and teachers?" (p. 37). I shuffle through anger and forgiveness in equal measures, I cannot land on one. I'm not supposed to.

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Over dinner with j, i ask for her take on what my next move should be. should i be paying my loans off? should i be saving a shit ton of money? and oh, this city's alright, but i want to get the fuck out of here. I can't do all three at once. She reminds me that the cheap living affords me the upcoming trip and concert to Austin, the loosely planned road-trip to California, the xyz.

I feel a stirring kind of restlessness, but can't help but wonder if this is a callback to y's claim that my life won't be adventurous without him. Or that my life is smooth and steady for the first time in decades, and maybe I attribute this smoothness to boredom.

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I learn that my drug-addicted sister is homeless. I almost empty my saving's account to get her into rehab. She enters rehab and leaves two days later. On the phone, she ends the five? ten? year silence between us and says I love you. I delete the threads and block my eldest sister, again. You have to act like your sister's don't exist my hairdresser, whom I hug and talk with for hours while in the chair, says. And yeah. I do.

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My hair's red now. That feels right. Do you want to go hiking in the morning C asks. I want to have a galentine's day dinner at my place, when are you free I send to the group chat. I'm turning 38 this year. I'm plagued by survivor's guilt. I'm thinking about the ocean. I'm trying, I'm trying, I swear to god I'm trying.

[brw]

For the comic love asks: 5, 8, and 14 for Simon or Vision

5 - What’s your favorite comic book sibling relationship?

the siblingism of vision simon & eric is just so much to me... there's just something in the way eric genuinely has a lot of love, genuine love, and guilt & grief surrounding his younger brother but is unable to accept that simon isn't anything less than a flawless victim of some kind that he's angry & violent when simon challenges this, but still like... has his safety & his memory as his core motivation. writers have forgotten this but i haven't.

n the fact that simon who has Not Gone To Therapy Ever recreates the kind of abusive dynamic between him & eric with vision, with him perpetuating it now... the way he is clearly struggling to divorce family with mistreating each other & the way he puts his own wants & needs before everything else because he's allowed to now, even if it permanently damages his relationship with vision. they're so ugly & messy & marvel hasn't yet rounded off all their corners in a major way in the way that i feel has sort of happened to pietro wanda & lorna, or even billy & tommy, so i love them still.

8 - Who’s your favorite artist (fanon or canon)?

answered here!

14 - What’s your favorite thing about character [x]?

casual link to my 3k essay abt simon but to reiterate, i love how bad he is at being a superhero. if he wasn't gay & anxious he'd probably be a more handsome homelander. he literally just wants to star in shitty gay dramas & occasionally get a paycheck from a big hollywood action flick but the avengers keep calling him to fight evil thor or whatever n he's over it. he borrows so many motifs off other superheroes & does what they do but worse. like he's a super inventive genius like tony but he ends up being horrible at the business side of it all & does money laundering. he ends up in a coma for 10+ years but doesn't have any of steve's impressiveness. he's strong like thor & once took on hulk in an au but has a panic attack every time someone hits him. he's got all of the internal mental illness monologues that hank pym does but he barely gets better. he's just the worse at what he does it's so funny.

what i like abt vision is how much of a cunt they are like genuinely. a good vision likes fucking with people by going thru walls & floors, and likes to monologue about their own powers before they vaporise someone. they are dramatic, bitchy, and people should be thankful they are loving & dedicate their life to protecting people because they would be the best supervillain if they went down that route. they're a big robotic ball of violence clad in primary & a radical love for other people. they protect other people, but they will also very easily & eagerly beat the shit out of someone for harming their loved ones. they deserve a big power upgrade in the modern age, btw. they were literally described as the most powerful a.i. in the world & a lot of mutants hate a.i. vehemently. WHERE ARE THEY & WHY AREN'T THEY DOING MORE THINGSSSSS anyway i want at least one villain au of vision bc while i don't want that for 616 vision i do need to have vision's powers & reach be taken to their furthest potential, also let vision start using more pronouns pls it would fix them and also piss off tom king fanboys which i need.

comics you love ask game

[khaleesiofalicante]

Why is it that every time I’m like wow I should probably do work nine hours before it’s due I end up scrolling down your Tumblr and catching up on anything I’ve missed?

While I am here, Lily‘s life updates I guess:

At some point in the last three weeks or two weeks, I DK what time is anymore I finished chain of thorns. I’m going to wait to tell you what I think until you’ve finished, but do let me know when you’ve finished. I need you and Noah to be the people I discuss this with and both of you are still reading so currently I am alone with my thoughts.

I also recently saw a movie in 4d and that shit was probably one of the coolest things I have experienced this year. It was a Marvel movie so you know that shit was full of action, to the point where somewhere in the movie theater they had seats that had seatbelts because the head the seats moving that much. I absolutely regret bringing any snacks to that movie because I felt like I was on a goddamn roller coaster.

I loved loved loved the last few chapters of IALS. Lances blind jokes make me feel so “seen“. I feel like some of the things Lance says are things that I have definitely said to people… Maybe to you at some point in my life. Also him and Theo are so cute. The way they both have the absolute word vomit in front of each other. Also I am protecting AJ with my life. And I thought it was so painful that Lance thought that the divorce was because of him. Also Alec? What the fuck did you do? I love Alec I really do, but I am Max, and I feel betrayed on his behalf. Especially if I am right about the reasoning that I think he did it for.

So I think I mentioned the girl I met online, we’ve gone on a few more dates. And she took me on a little date for Valentine’s Day, and she wrote me a love letter in braille, and it is now taking pride of place on my desk because the effort man. Also, I can’t remember if I told you about the little fanfiction moment we had on our second date, but I went over to her place and we were cuddling and she fell asleep while we were cuddling. And before that, on one of our late night conversations she had mentioned how she has a hard time sleeping, and nobody likes having sleepovers with her because of the fact that she moves so much in her sleep. But she didn’t when I was with her in the morning after she told me that I help her sleep better which was the most romance novel shit that has ever happened to me in my life.

I also got a work-study position at my school which I’m happy about because it means that I will be making money, and I’m also doing it with a department in my school that I really like.

I think that’s currently all, but I might be missing things. How have you been though? Did you end up taking a rest at any point? I hope you have been taking care of yourself and being kind to yourself, and by I hope I mean I demand that you do that for yourself because self-care is important.

I know it's almost been a month since it came out but omg you already finished?? I haven't had time to read recently so I'm really hoping to read tomorrow!!

AND WHAT WAS THE MARVEL MOVIE? I NEED TO KNOW. (ps - i still haven't watched Ant-Man so no spoilers hehe)

Your Lance pun killed me. You are the queen of blind jokes. I never see them coming. Get it? Lol.

Also look at you living your own lil fanfic. Why am I so emo about this? I love how thoughtful your gf is. (wait, is she your gf...okay bye)

Wait. I'm not done. Making money is the best, bro. Get them dollars.

I have not been resting but I've been spending a lot of unnecessary money because I'm renovating my room but I'm not going to think about it because I want to regret it later hehe.

I did have a fantastic movie night with my bestie and she forced me to watch a horror film and i was drunk real bad and we laughed so much (and i broke a wine glass lol). So, yeah. Not bad. Things are okay, I guess.

Or, as we'd say in Sri Lanka, things are shape.

Love you 💙

[happyk44]

[ID: Tweets created to appear as those they came from X-Men characters.

1: logan @/TheWolverine: @/ErikLehnsherr why is an international terrorist verified on Twitter and I'm not

MAGNETO [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/TheWolverine: Hi! This is because you are irrelevant and I'm not. Hope this helps!

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: keep yourself safe

2: logan @/TheWolverine: whoever invented gay people really fucked up because if it werent for that I'd still be in bed right now

Scotty [white checkmark emoji] @/Cyclops replying to @/TheWolverine: Can you stop tweeting while we're trying to fight Magneto

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/Cyclops: this is very relevant to the fight

3: [Skull and crossbones emoji] @/rogue: dating is so scary like what if my dad kills that guy

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/rogue: i might

[Skull and crossbones emoji] @/rogue replying to @/TheWolverine: please don't ??

4: Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast: @/ErikLehnsherr Happy fathers day

MAGNETO [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/GottaGoFast: You were an accident but thanks

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: [picture of an indiscriminate person giving a thumbs up with their other hand on their hip]

5: Jean Grey [white checkmark emoji] @/from-the-ashes: Why do we keep bringing Logan to Magneto fights he just keeps getting frozen in place for the whole thing...

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/from-the-ashes: good fucking question girl

Scotty [white checkmark emoji] @/Cyclops replying to @/from-the-ashes: Because it's funny

Jean Grey [white checkmark emoji] @/from-the-ashes replying to @/Cyclops: True

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/from-the-ashes: man

6: Quote retweet from Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr of Scotty's previous tweet: It's REALLY funny

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: fuck you and your stupid divorce you queers are ruining my life

7: Prof. Charles Xavier [white checkmark emoji] @/ProfessorX: I don't agree with mind control on a moral level but if I keep seeing the things I'm currectly seeing being put on this website I may have to intervene

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/ProfessorX: [picture of Skeletor pointing at something off-screen and saying, "jokes on you I'm into that shit"

8: mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud: having a brother is crazy because sometimes he'll make you a snack and kiss you on the forehead and sometimes make you feel loved and sometimes he'll choose his weird codepdent boyfriend over you

9: mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud: I'm quitting the brotherhood of mutants this shit sucks

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/mystique: nevermind I'm coming back being alone sucks significantly more

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/mystique: Welcome back

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: quitting again

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/mystique: WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: your presence just kills my vibe sometimes I'm ngl [abbrievation meaning not gonna lie]

10: Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast: Kind of crazy how I have a sister and know nothing about her

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/GottaGoFast: Like yeah she looks like me we're twins and we live in the same house but I swear I never see her she's just kind of a non tangible presence

WADE !!! @/mercwithamouth replying to @/GottaGoFast: Oh that's because Fox and Marvel were kinda split over who ges to have who, most people theorise there was an internal deal made for the MCU to get Wanda and for us to get you

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/mercwithamouth: What

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/GottaGoFast: Who tf [abbreviation meaning the fuck] are you

/end ID]

xmcu tweets because i've been making these for fun and my girlfriend told me to post them

[1/2/3/4/profiles]

[sl33pyperson]

ok yeah i mightve spend all afternoon reading comics

honestly this is just cute, i didnt know wonderman and visions connection

screaming once again

laughing his way through this. terrifying! thanku khonshu!!

WHERES MY FUCKING MONEY, DRACULA (surprised this panel isnt from a like. main story comic? just a side comic in the all marvel shit)

oh i love mks lil sassy talk backs

mk would be a TERRIBLE boss are u kidding me

oh thats why shroud gave him a thumbs up

FREMCHYYYYYYY IVE MISSED UUUUUUU let fremchy listen to carly rae jepsen

i like spence purely bc he puts up with marcs bullshit. would love to see spence meetthe other boys but considering the comics he first came up in.. thatll never happen :(

stop drawing face details the face details will Never look nice (his lil jump over the railing is cute)

JAAAKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I MISS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU (ALSO THANKU GODS SAYING ITS STEVENS MANSION BLESS)

now to the present where marcs goal is uh. vibe with the avengers and talk to his terrible god

he is literally just standing there he does not fucking care and he does not know who this lady is. truly went 👁-👁

“isnt it obvious?” honestly marc no. u like sex? any type of affection is good for u? u need someone after marlene? him being jealous is hilarious tho rip marky boy

ALL PERSONALITIES APPEAR EPHEMERAL.

BANGING MY HEAD INTO A WALL SCREAMING GET OUT OF MY FUCKING BOY

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

they fucked on the plane to the grand canyon. tigra fucked a god o7

lol get fucked khonshu

klop

he canNOT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!! MANIPULATING MY MAN

if this line was from my boys id like it. instead, shut the fuck up khonshu

i can enter only minds on the edge of extinction…… marc truely was a fucking Shattered man with nothing but this Justice force behind him at the end. he keeps pushing apart everything, pushing everything down, and it just is breaking him more and more until he is putty in the hands of an uncaring, wanting, god. marc refusing to look into himself, the disgust steven had, both ignoring jake, just constant strife breaking them to “the edge of extinction” ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh marc isnt having a good time :(( idk if the wackos will ever even realise the khonshu stuff in time

ALSO LOL RIP HAWKEYE AND BOBBI UHHH THE DIVORCE SCENE WAS SO FUNNY hawkeye kind of a bitch ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[wednak]

Weddud Wednesday #5: A void we all try to avoid

Lol first things first, I wish I could claim the copyrights to that hilarious title but unfortunately it was a joke that I read a few weeks ago in the book that I’m reading. When I saw it, it immediately sparked the idea for this type of post so here I am, venturing into the void we all try so hard to avoid venturing into.

I’ve had a really long and somewhat stressful day, and I’m exhausted, so today, I don’t really feel like being teachy explainer Nn, I kind of feel like being genuine and vulnerable Nn. So I thought I’d just try to share without thinking too much about what I’m writing.

I can remember several different conversations that you and I have had about “the void” and all the different strategies we use to fill up the feeling of that void with things/people/activities, etc.

Before I read that joke about the void we all try to avoid, I’d never really thought to connect this idea of the “void” that you and I have talked about to other psychological concepts or ideas that I know of.

Cuz what is that void actually? Is it memories of past experiences and trauma? Is it negative emotions we don’t want to feel? Is it insecurities and parts of ourselves that we want to hide from others? Is it all of the above and more? Or is it something else entirely?

I don’t actually know the correct answer to this and somewhat doubt that there even could be one. But there are a few different ideas that have popped into my mind while I’ve been thinking about this for the past few weeks.

As humans, I think we all probably have the same foundational void that comes along with being a conscious being in this marvelously beautiful and tragic universe that we find ourselves in. It seems like a rather unlikely phenomenon that humans would respond to human consciousness, the knowledge of good and evil and the awareness of our coming death with anything other than complete and utter overwhelm and existential dread.

Life is fucking weird man. It just is. There is so much happiness and so much suffering and the knowledge of all of it is a handful to deal with on an everyday basis.

I don’t know if this has any scientific basis but to me it makes a whole lot of sense that once humans realized what the fuck their consciousness had just unlocked for them, our minds and bodies would work really hard to be like oooook, if we can’t unlearn this shit anymore let’s at least just suppress that knowledge back down as far as it can go so we don’t have to think about that fucking mess and become completely debilitated from functioning as a living organism.

So I think in a way, we all probably have a collective void that we really don’t like to think about. All of these things that cause discomfort, anxiety, fear, sadness or whatever reaction we might want to lump into “existential dread”. That sort of meaninglessness that we know deep down is at the root of our very existence.

Religion exists across culture because it provides us with a meaning, a WHY and a way out of the meaninglessness. That makes sense to me. And it also makes sense that everyone these days is losing their goddamn minds because we have nothing else to replace that anchor with.

Responsibility for children, a project, a job, a community or group of people is probably also a really good tool to help anchor us to something that resembles “stability”. Good luck bringing that one up today lol.

Marriage is probably also up there. Being shackled into a commitment that you can’t escape from, no matter how badly you want to or how badly you screw up. And yet we dish out divorces like they’re candy. Ahhhhh 2018 me.

We’ve pretty much eradicated all of the “effective” strategies that humans have used for thousands if not millions of years to cope with innocent Eve eating that apple in the garden. No fucking wonder that everyone is turning to fucked up coping mechanisms to deal with the void.

All of that is the collective part of the void that I’ve been thinking about. The part that we all kind of have in common.

But then people also have their individual voids that they are trying to avoid, don’t they?

The shit I’m running from, that is different from what you’re running from, that is different from what my mom is running from, that is different from what your dad is running from.

That part of the void is probably more like the personal shit we experience and suppress because we don’t know how to deal with it and so the only strategy we know is to stuff it somewhere where it is outside of our conscious awareness.

This is literally when I had the idea that the void could be what Jung called the Shadow.

Should not have been a surprise lol.

You have the collective aspect which is part of what he called the Collective Unconscious. And then you have the personal aspect which is part of what he called the Personal Unconscious.

Shadow is such a good word for it too imo. Because it really fucking feels like a Shadow doesn’t it?

It’s always there and creeping right behind you but it’s never quite with you either and it isn’t “real” enough for you to grab or get a hold of. You can feel it but at the same time it also just feels empty and numb.

This murky thing that always follows us no matter where we go.

Sure, if we face away from it, we can’t really see it. And if we try hard enough we might momentarily forget that it’s right behind us. But at the end of the day, it never actually goes away.

I think the thing I love about psychology so much is probably that it gives you at least some tools to deal with all the personal things you’re running from. They’re so different for everybody but on average, people can usually find something that helps them face whatever trauma or insecurity they might have suppressed out of conscious awareness. And thus reduce that feeling of emptiness and numbness that happens as a result.

Now the existential void is a whole other can of worms. I don’t know if that one will ever go away, even with religion, responsibility, marriage, children or whatever else humans cook up to try to deal with it.

“There is a burden that comes with this level of power. The burden of knowing. Or maybe the burden of knowing that you can never know. That at the end of everything, the only thing that is certain is you and your relationship with god or the universe or whatever it is you want to call it. Nothing really matters, and that’s why everything matters. Despite all the burdens, it’s the greatest freedom I’ve ever known and the greatest that life has to offer.”

I’ve tried so many times of the years but I’ve never really been able to put into words exactly what my life used to feel like before I reached that level of insight.

I think the thing that inspired me about the void is that it comes pretty close.

It was like I was numb and empty in a place in my mind and my heart where there should have been some sort of feeling. That a part of my experience of life had to be made unconscious for otherwise I couldn’t have functioned in the way a normal child or teenager is expected to function. But I had absolutely zero awareness that it was happening. I had so freaking little self-awareness in general because if I had had more of it, I would have been aware of how miserable I was and I don’t know if I could have figured out how to deal with that.This part of myself that felt unheard and abandoned, that should have felt shattered by the pain, rejection and inauthenticity I was experiencing.

But what did I do, instead I projected all of that anxiety, fear and sadness onto intense insecurities about things that the universe provided as an excuse and that I had a vague sense of control over.. having bad hair or skin, being too tall, being too skinny, … Looking back on it now, I can see that sure, I might have been a bit of a lanky, awkward kid with frizzy hair and bad teenage skin and those things might have fueled my negative self-image as I was growing up. But that deep-rooted self-hatred that bubbled up from the void every time I looked at myself in the mirror or in a photograph didn’t really have anything to do with my hair or my skin or my boobs. That came from a place so much deeper where there was an endless source of anxiety, anger, fear, grief and sadness.

Is it weird that thinking about the void in the way I talked about it today kind of just makes me feel better about all of that?

I guess it’s the realization that while we all have our personal shit that we run from and that stuff can be rough, there’s always an element of just having normal human existential dread to deal with as we grow up. And damn if you’re not given the proper tools to learn to deal with that, then that alone is already enough to make people run to the shittiest of coping mechanisms in an attempt to erase that void.

Pretty sure I was somewhat all over the place today and my thoughts weren’t structured as smoothly as usual but sometimes that’s just life and I’m rolling with it.

Maybe next time when it’s 2 am and I’m only half a human, I’ll do a Nn deep dive into what it felt like to finally open that void and realize all the shit that came pouring out. I always talk about how important it is to face all the repressed trauma and all the usual stuff but I don’t think I usually admit how thin the line is between getting a hold on that wave in order to ride it out and being pulled under in the flood of negative emotions.

There are days when I realize how easily I could have been completely drowned by it all. And then I’m not 100% certain as to what it was that helped me stay afloat.

People who are close to me always tell me that I’m too self-righteous. That I make people feel judged or shamed when I push them to become the best version of themselves because it makes them feel like they are falling short of some bar that I have deemed worthy.

There is so much to unpack in that which has nothing to do with what I was writing about and which I am also entirely too tired to do right now. But I guess maybe the unexpected place that this post has carried me today is this:

I hope you know that judgement is never my intention. This path of self-healing is the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done in my life but it is also the most painful and the most difficult thing and while I personally think it is worth it, I understand that there are real dangers to people opening up that door. I understand why people don’t want to or can’t do it.

And I think in today’s culture where personal development and working on yourself has become such a trendy thing to do, it’s really important to remember that a person’s worth doesn’t depend on any of it.

Alrighti, sappy Nn needs to post this and go to bed now before she changes her mind about being too sappy. Or at least more sappy than usual. Which of course she then followed by…

Non refert ubi es, ego semper tecum.

Nn

[voidze]

normally i don't comment directly on other folks' posts but i felt the need to here.

my dad was also very much like that. back in the day, they called it "locked-in syndrome". 'cause you understand and process everything coming in just fine, but in his case as well, he became quadriplegic, so he essentially had no way to communicate back. couldn't move his limbs or hands or nothin.

now to put a long and complicated story short, my dad had some major strokes and it rendered several portions of his brain pretty much... dead? like, back then everything about what happened to him was incredible, but even up to his death ~2 years ago doctors would marvel at his condition. they'd show us scans of his brain where there were big black portions. those were the parts that didn't work anymore.

but the other parts of his brain took over and he was able to keep on living! and oh my god i could write a book about the way my dad was infantilized and straight-up abused by medical professionals over the years. not an exaggeration in the slightest btw. 30 years of that shit.

now when this first all went down, my mom had to fucking fight to keep him alive and convince the doctors he's still in there. mom started with making him blink once, twice, not at all in order to answer questions. doctors dismissed this as reflexes at first. but she kept fighting, and showing them, until they listened.

fun fact: one of these doctors literally told my mom it would be too expensive to keep my dad alive and to just let him die. dad outlived this doctor :)

my mom was his uncompensated primary caregiver for those 30 years btw. we had people come in and help, absolutely, but mom did most of it, and she did it all without pay. and my siblings and i also did it too of course, but when we old enough, we each were employed through a company so we could scrape together a little bit of money.

furthermore, the reason why mom was an uncompensated caregiver and my siblings were not, is because my mom is a nurse. and where we live, there is a law that if you are a registered nurse, you're literally not allowed to receive any kind of compensation for doing what my mom did.

another fun fact: in the usa disabled people are kept poor. you're literally not allowed to make a certain (paltry) amount of money, you're legally allowed to be paid less than minimum wage, oh and also we don't have marriage equality. i can't marry either of my partners or i may never get (again, paltry) benefits from the government.

when i was like 12 mom had to sit me down and have a talk with how her and dad might have to get divorced so that we can keep living with dad and taking care of him. she told me it's not because they didn't love each other, but because of the way things out of their hands worked, they might have to do that. they thankfully never had to divorce, and dad actually died litrally like 2 weeks before their 50th anniversary. (ask mom, she has it down to the second. not even joking. she also felt his last heartbeat. but that's another story.)

anyway. so for all those 30 years, literally my entire life, it was like this. folks would go up to dad and bend down and talk to him real loud and slow, or ignore him and talk about him to my mom/etc. right in front of him. it's fucking bullshit. it's ableist bullshit. and i want you to know that. it's bullshit and you got every right to put people in their place and tell them to knock that shit off.

like i said i could write a book about dad's experiences in just those 30 years of his life. they would lay him flat on beds in the hospital with no guardrail - positioning that was extremely bad for him, plus if he coughed he could fall out of bed. ask us how we know!!! one time a nurse roughly grabbed his stomach and stabbed it with a needle. he didn't say anything. my sister witnessed it and was like "dad, did that hurt?" and he said it did. then the nurse freaked out like "i didn't know he could feel!"

on his deathbed a terrible doctor told us that he never understood any of us and that every conversation we ever had with him in those 30 years were just reflexes (even when he spoke in full clear sentences) and he was just a vegetable. and she proceeded to do a few procedures on him without consent that we also specifically told her not to do beforehand, and he aspirated, he got sicker, it hastened his death. god help her if she ever is unlucky enough to cross my path.

i'm sorry this is lengthy and all over the place but it struck a chord with me immediately. i know how hard it is to be in that kind of position, and how little help you get from anyone else. i want you to know that your family's got every right to tell doctors and shit to fucking listen, and it's terrible that any of us have to do that to begin with, but god, i want people to know. i want people to know no matter their age or disability no one else has the right to tell them their life is worth less than anyone else's, or that they don't deserve care, or don't deserve to be treated like a fucking person.

uhh also op if you wanna talk more about this kinda thing or something, my inbox is open.

My grandfather has a brain thing right now that makes it hard for him to talk in more than one word sentences but he can understand people just fine and lately it’s been kinda pissing me off how many healthcare providers talk to him like he’s five years old. Like he can understand you. He can answer yes or no questions. We just told you that. You don’t have to talk about him to me like he’s not here.

[lizzie-is-here]

just got emotionally fucking annihilated by wakanda forever

but i also wanna talk about it! warning for spoilers and general rambling below 👇

ok, let’s start with parallels CAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY

first off, the comparison of shuri and killmonger 👀

it really does make sense, especially when you think ab how they both “go against” tradition, rejecting the standards. t’challa (rip ilysm) still wanted to please the elders, even if he had more progressive ideas (ie: sandals for his first day

also i’m so fucking glad they didn’t try to cgi chadwick in. it would’ve felt disrespectful and i think it was handled beautifully

her sparing namor the same way t’challa spared those he fought (saving zemo, helping bucky, trying to help killmonger)

the dialogue callbacks bro. fuckin “show him who you are,” had me sobbing. “vengeance is consuming us” babes, shuri, i’m crying.

her being angered by loss and snapping at nakia like t’challa snapped at zuri when he realized killmonger’s identity

also i absolutely love riri. i was a bit apprehensive going in, but i think they executed her well without just making her a replacement for tony. that being said, he would absolutely adore her

the parallel of her going too high and running out of oxygen and later turning it on namor in the same way mirrors tony’s suit frosting over and doing the same to stane 😭

the silent flashes of t’challa took my breath away. the silence really compounded just how empty and quiet their grief is.

seeing shuri try so hard in the opening and not even being able to say goodbye was so sad, and you can see her thoughts racing later on when she successfully synthesizes the heart-shaped herb. it’s a sort of “what if i’d thought of this earlier?” “who would still be alive?” “how could i have missed this?” sort of feeing

onto details!

the new black panther suit is stunning 🤩 the gold and silver details along with the dots that almost look like pearls, mirroring the ones she wears at the funerals? it shows that even if she is the leader of wakanda now, she’s still very young, still grieving her many losses

the tech and ai has really been amped up. shuri’s ai and her different interfaces looked amazing. also the ai (who i think is grio but i couldn’t tell) reminds me of jarvis. mainly in the orange blob department

the dora milaje looked stunning as ever, and seeing some new tech for them was exciting

THE VIBRANIUM THAT MELTED INTO THE CARS ALSKDKDKFKLDDK OBSESSED TONY WOULDVE LOVED THAT SHIT

talokan was gorgeous, even if it did violently trigger my thalassophobia

ummm everett and valentina being married (well, divorced) was a plot point i was not expecting. hope to see him in the thunderbolts tho he’s very slay

fucking 👏 t’challa 👏 junior 👏

i broke down right then and there

took me right out

i won’t lie the people of talokan gave me avatar vibes but i did like the touch of them having siren-like voices.

also namora was pretty so that’s a win

ok i get that it’s a movie. but realistically, i’d they’re fighting this massive underwater force, why not just call any other super powered avenger????

like for movie’s sake yeah it’s all fine but like if i were in the mcu living that shit i’d be like “let’s just call thor. have him like electrocute the water. or doctor strange. he did that cool water thing in endgame that had literally no purpose except to give him screen time. or wanda, we all know she ain’t really dead bffr”

AYO IS GENERAL NOW??? I LOVE OKOYE BUT THATS A SLAY

ALSO SHES GAY??????

I SAW THAT KISS AT THE END 👀👀👀👀

man i love m’baku so much. he’s just. ugh

ok in better terms, i think i like him so much because he is first presented as a chad, almost. he’s strong, a bit dumb, and leads the isolated tribe.

but then you interact w him and find out he’s incredibly emotionally empathetic and kind, and reaches out to shuri as a helping hand, a person to lean on.

i just really appreciate him okay 🥺😭

overall, stunning. 10/10, fifth time in a row that marvel’s made me cry at one of their movies.

aka black widow (bc yelena and the ending), shang-chi (bc gotdamn let me cry ab the chinese representation), no way home (cause duh), love and thunder (BC HE ADOPTED HER BITCH WHAT) and now this

stunning, showstopping, say what you will about marvel but damn they know how to make me cry

[breitzbachbea]

A Rec For All The Hetalia History Nerds Out Here

Hello my fellow enthusiasts of the five minute comedy anime. I actually decided I should do even more unpaid PR for my favourite BBC4 Podcast.

Anyways, if you are a fan of Hetalia and already a history nerd/would like to get into history, do I have the thing for you:

You're Dead To Me is a Podcast for "people who don't like history, people who do like history and those who forgot to learn any at school". Each episode, the host Greg Jenner (Public Historian & "Chief Nerd to the TV show Horrible Histories") sits down with a comedian and a historical expert, to deliver nearly an hour of a funny history lesson. While you can't cite a podcast for a term paper (as my Dozent pointed out again today), it is still genuine, university lecture level knowledge! And to make sure your head won't explode from all the facts or that the academics won't get lost in ivory tower vocabulary, the class clown is there to ask clever questions and make silly jokes. So it is super factual and super accessible at the same time.

Often, you will get a glimpse at how historians work & how they access the past, too! I know the Anti-Intellectualism is rampant these days, but making academia more transparent and shed light on why certain stories haven't been in the spotlight until recently due to all kinds of bigotry is a much better start than people making shit up on tiktok.

Tomorrow (June 10th), the new series starts, but you can start to listen to the podcast right now with a backlog of over 80 Episodes!

Over 80 Episodes on what, you ask? Everything!

You want to learn about Black History? You will love the episodes on The Notting Hill Carnival, Paul Robeson, the Haitian Revolution, the Harlem Renaissance & many more!

You like your royal history, full of politicking, personal drama and intrigue? We've got The Borgias, King James IV. of Scotland, Saladin and The Mughal Empire for you!

Love the ladies, past and present? Let me introduce you to Eleanor of Aquitane, Joan of Arc, Harriet Tubman, Josephine Baker, Mary Shelley and Mary Wollstonecraft!

Sick of hearing about Western (European) history? Sure thing, find something more to your tastes with The Asante Empire, Mansa Musa, The Tang Dynasty, Genghis Khan, Ivan The Terrible or The Ancient Babylonians.

I could make so many more categories and I'd still not cover every single episode, I am sure. You're Dead To Me is avaible online, on the BBC Sounds App, Spotify and Apple Podcasts.

If you could check out the podcast & share this post/the podcast itself, it would mean a lot to me. As a history student who is currently working on getting her BA, it's immensely important for me that people learn how to recognize the past in the present. That they look around the world and see how we got here a little more clearly; that they look at remnants or depictions of the past and see its context better. If you think that sounds marvellous, if you always wanted to get into history beyond the googleable hard facts, then I invite you to start your journey here with me.

Also, the jokes are often really funny, I swear to God, there are so many bangers that live in my head rentfree.

"So I'm a Dutch-Brit?" "You're a Dutch-Brit." "So I'm Brutch -"

"I have a few silk shirts, every single one of them a mistake. I bought one of them in Italy and I don't know what I was thinking, I look flat-out divorced."

"They found 400.000 [clay] tablets, mate? That's amazing, that's more than at Glastonbury!"

[capricorn-stark]

Protégé

pairing: red hood!jason todd x robin!reader, slow burn 

warning: swearing

a/n: for context, this is somewhat loosely based off of Battle for the Cowl (2009) which I definitely recommend as a read! 

There was something about falling that you would never, ever get tired of. 

Ever. 

Probably.

With the wind whistling in your ears, your hair floating up in a million directions, and your limbs seemingly weightless as the buildings and lights blurred into one endless streak of color, the rush of adrenaline that ran through your body right before your grappling hook shot out and you landed quietly on the concrete was about a million times better than any sparring session back at the cave. 

You grinned as you straightened, rather proud of the fact that you had actually managed to land so smoothly without nearly paralyzing yourself. Again.The landing was something you had been working on for a while now.

You could practically hear Bruce’s voice ringing through your head after your little stunt, lamenting on and on about how you had more important things to focus on during patrols, and you let out a sigh as you ran down the backway of the nearly empty streets. 

The heavy man who had been bound up with a decently made gag and one of Bruce’s fancy tech pieces (Batcuffs, maybe? Something else with Bat smacked in front of it?) grunted beside you. 

“What? Not like you had someplace to be.” You grabbed the back of his rather tacky-looking spandex suit to drag him along back to where your mentor was supposed to be.

Despite your (many) disagreements and his (many) criticisms of your hand-to-hand combat skills, attitude issues, and pretty much everything else relating to you, Bruce had actually still allowed you to go off on your own tonight. It might’ve been because he wanted a few hours of nothing but beating up petty criminals by himself for stress-relief, it might’ve been because he had started trying out that whole independence thing with you a little more (even though you were still only permitted to be about five blocks or so away), it might’ve been plot-convenience - but either way, you appreciated the gesture.

It didn’t take long for you to pull your new friend over to what should’ve been your rendezvous point with Batman, letting the man drop with a dull thud and a grunt of protest against the concrete as you glanced around for the other man. You weren’t particularly concerned by the fact that the Bat himself wasn’t there yet - after all, he was the goddamn Batman. He’d show up eventually. In the meanwhile, you decided to go over the information you had gotten on the criminal with you. 

Just for the sake of it. Bruce would make you go over it anyways.

“Drury Walker, thirty-two years old, found him trying to mug someone in a back alley and make an escape. Called himself…” you paused, looking down at his sorry-looking outfit for a few moments while he looked up at you with murder and vengence in his eyes. “...Killer Moth.”  

“Killer Moth?” A completely new voice repeated in disbelief, causing you to immediately whirl around to face them in a fight stance, heart racing at a million miles per hour. The guy in front of you had his hands up in the air, his face concealed with some sort of red knock-off Iron Man helmet. He was gonna get copyrighted by Marvel Studios. “Shit, sorry,” he started at the sight of you, still leaning up against one of the walls. “I was supposed to make a wholeass dramatic entrance, but you said his name was Killer Moth and that-” The man made a noise that was either a sharp cough or a laugh of some kind. “-sounded so fucking lame I couldn’t help myself.” 

Despite the fact that you were definitely in some sort of major trouble with this new guy, he really did have a point. Even Killer Moth himself would’ve been embarrassed by how trash his name was, if not for the fact that he looked like he was on the verge of an aneurysm - understandably so, since the new guy had produced not one, but two guns out of apparently nowhere. 

“And let me guess,” he continued, pointing one of them at your head, his tone still all-too light and easy. “You must be the Bat’s brand-new Robin.” 

Now this is where most people would've shut up and proceeded to be complicit with the dude holding two guns. But Batman hadn’t seen reason and made you his (sort of) partner because you were like other people. Hell no.

“Do I look like a traffic signal to you?” It had been the very first of your amendments with Bruce. You would not be fighting crime looking like a literal traffic signal or, at best, a clown from Haly’s Circus. And the tiny green shorts had to go. “Or Robin Hood?” The guy had a rather awkward pause where his gun sort of dipped. Killer Moth was looking between you with wide eyes. “Do I?” 

“I guess you kinda got a point.” You huffed and he raised his gun again, getting more in-your-face as his already angry-looking helmet somehow managed to look angrier. You weren’t exactly sure how a helmet could convey so much emotion. “But you work with Batman. And I heard you went by Robin.” 

Okay, so you couldn’t make him change the name, but you had agreed it would be more of an honorary thing.

“It’s complicated.” 

Using such a phrase as an excuse to escape from situations you didn’t want to go into was one of the many things you had learned from Bruce in your five months of training. Somehow, that seemed to trigger the guy further.

“So you do work with Batman.” 

Before he could do something actually insane, you had managed to push the gun pointed at your head away from you, using his brief second of surprise to take it out of his hands, kick him in the chest, and round back on him with it in hand. 

“And what about it?” 

As cool as you thought you might’ve sounded didn’t cover for the fact that you were still nerve-wracked about what was happening right then. Especially after the guy started to dramatically slow-clap like some sort of evil thespian in a high school drama. 

“Not bad, Robin. Not bad.” He looked at the gun in your hands and grinned. “If you weren’t Batman’s new replacement sidekick, I might’ve believed you had the balls to use that thing.” 

Now, you were an excellent fighter. You had to be, after your excessive training with the guy who had literally mastered about every martial art in existence during his (give or take) five year-long mission to find himself. Plus, some personal experience. But fighting someone like this guy? Built like a tank and padded up in a whole lot of armor and packing an assortment of knives, guns, and even a damn taser you got a first-hand taste of?

You fought hard, but about five minutes and another round of the taser later, you saw the knock-off Iron Man helmet staring down at you before the world went black.

~*~

You woke up in what you assumed was the self-dubbed Red Hood’s safehouse of sorts. 

“How the hell did he rope you into this shit?” he demanded with what you could only assume was him glaring at you through the helmet. Probably some expression that made someone look all angsty and annoyed - which was fair, since he had been trying to drill you for information you straight up refused to give while bound (way too tightly) to a chair for quite some time now. Rather rude. “Let me guess. You watched your parents die.” You stared at him before shrugging.

“Nope.”

“Oh, so they just went ahead and died somehow. Untimely accident caused by some psycho bitch in a Spirit Halloween costume.”

“…nope.” 

“They abandoned you as a child.”

“No, they didn’t - does divorce count?” 

Red Hoodlum’s hands kept clenching and unclenching while he stood there, staring at the wall behind you in silence. From the way his chest kept rising and falling, you were tempted to believe he was practicing breathing exercises amidst his rather violent twitching. 

“Divorce - what the hell is your trauma supposed to be? Why did he pick you?!”

“Hey, just because my trauma doesn’t include people dying doesn’t make it any less traumatic,” you scoffed in response, knowing you were absolutely right about that. Your middle school guidance counselor had said so (and it’s true, ladies and gentlemen, trauma comes in many forms!). “Kinda rude to assume it didn’t affect me somehow.��

He seemed rather abashed at that and you heard him clear his throat a little. 

“...right, yeah. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted - can you loosen these ropes a little? It’s starting to kinda hurt.” 

“Do I look ten? That’s the oldest trick in the book, I’m not gonna-”

“I’m not going to run, just loosen the ropes a little.” He still looked like he didn’t believe you. “Come on, I don’t think I can outrun your guns.” As in his literal array of guns tacked up to the wall behind him, not his gigantic biceps. 

And you weren’t too worried about being held hostage by him, either. You figured you had ten minutes tops before Batman burst in through the doorway, ready to give you a lecture on why straying from the specifically designated parts of Gotham he had let you traipse around was a terribly stupid idea. 

“No.” He was already walking towards the door, because apparently, he had enough of trying to interrogate you. 

“Hold on, I feel like my wrists are actually about to start bleeding or something - where are you going?”

“Keep talking and I’m gonna get the duct tape.” 

“Is that a threat?” Sounding more confident than you actually felt should eventually make you more confident. Eventually. 

The Red Hood sucked in a breath, stopping by the doorway and turning to face you, reaching into his pockets to get what you assumed was either a gun or duct tape when you both startled from a sudden crash. The man in front of you was already whirling around with two guns positioned to shoot when you heard the familiar voice of someone else.

“Hold your fire, soldier. I’m not here for you.” A pause. “Or I wasn’t, but now I kind of am.”

Apparently, Batman was too busy to save you. Now, you got Nightwing. 

And as much as you liked Nightwing, that still kinda stung. 

[doberbutts]

im sorry people are being weird on your house posts, no idea why theyre being dicks about something that should be celebrated :/ anyway congrats on the house!!! im really happy for you

It'a edgy and cool on tumblr to be kind of a jerk on other people's posts plus with tumblr's weird recommended algorithm people now are getting untagged posts completely divorced from context and are reacting thusly.

My post was about how I was surprised at how this house with its lack of stairs and built-in accessibility features like a taller toilet, handholds for the shower, etc means that my back and my knee don't hurt when I wake up; and how living with the changes I've made to my lifestyle and diet mean I sleep well and my allergies don't bother me and I'm less likely to shit my brains out; and how even though today I had a disability flare I was still able to be productive and complete a full day of work which I haven't been able to do so in YEARS literally not since I was 16 because I specifically chose a job that I could do bent double in pain with bosses that see me in obvious pain and do their best to lighten my workload...

But if you don't know me and you haven't been following my journey then you don't have that context and people react to it without that context because they have no idea what I'm talking about. So they make it about their beef with capitalism or society or how fucked disabled people who just want to live are and I get it the system sucks but maybe don't do it on my post marvelling about how I'm waking up without pain and able to breathe and not shitting so hard I bleed and am able to actually keep food in my stomach and how I'm significantly less likely to faint etc.

This house was something I fought tooth and nail for and anyone who has been watching along the way has seen that. My improved health is the direct result of me wanting to enjoy life again and working towards that goal. Avocating for myself and refusing to accept limiting factors put on me by other people. Breaking free of my chains that were holding me back.

Just let me enjoy how well this house suits me.

[poemsforparker]

Could you write some sibling fluff for Tony Stark where the reader is his younger sister (by like 15 years) so Tony basically raised her and it’s basically Tony and Pepper telling her she’s gonna be an aunt? I’m still in denial about Endgame clearly….

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First of all thank you so much for your request, anon <3. I enjoyed writing this one SO MUCH. I always love recieving them. Please, feel free to submit more whenever you want! About the denial, aren't we all? Honestly, I love the Marvel phase four but my brain hasn't even fully processed Infinity War 'till this day. In my head the Avengers Compound it's still a thing and they´re all laughing and sharing drinks. Can't convince me otherwise.

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Tony has always been there for you, literally, always. When your parents died, you were two years old, meanwhile Tony, still a minor, on the edge of seventeen, chose to lose a great part of his life to take care of you. Make sure you had family around, not a crew of nanny's like some suggested he should do. It was the pair of you against the world, always has been.

Being Tony's sister wasn't easy, you were constantly a target, honestly, you lost count of how many morons tried to get to him taking you as hostage and that kind of shit. It was never an easy life. But it was worth it.

Being a Stark, of course, had it's rewards, parties on the mounts and having on your hands anything money could buy was also a very good part of it, nothing to complain.

Being a part of the Avengers... Oh, that was an experience. Between building armours with your brother and fighting evil A.I. together, there was the highest threat you ever fought side by side. Thanos.

The Blip.

It cost too much for all of you, set the Avengers apart for good. The most painful part for you was seeing the look on your brother's face as he saw Peter Parker fade away between his fingers, turn to dust and disappear like he was never there.

The whole world was filled with grief. Pain. Loss.

You knew Tony was devastated by loosing the kid. You knew damn well he cared about that boy like he cared for you, like he cared for his own blood.

You saw your brother get back his life. He moved to a camp house with Pepper and later invited you to come live with them. After an inner battle if you weren't going to be a burden to them, you were convinced when the older Stark gave you a whole speech about wanting to be as close to his family as he could.

you knew he meant it.

You knew how much it would mean to him if you came together, so you did. It was the bare minimum after everything he did for you, all you could do was stick to his side, no matter what.

...

It was a sunny afternoon at the camp house, you were at the dinner table doing small talk with Happy, who turned to be one of your best friend's over the years. Tony called you in the corner, said he had an important announcement, and that it involved Pepper. You, used to bad news – who could blame you – thought they were splitting.

— It's about me and Pepper, y/n.

— Holy shit, don't tell me you're getting a divorce, what did you do, Anthony?

— Why do you always assume the worst of me?

— I don't know, maybe because I've known you for over thirty years and whenever you used this tone with me was because you did some shit. - he chuckles at your answer. You were not wrong.

— I promise you it's not a bad thing.

— Right. Show me, then.

— Pepper, get in here. - he calls softly at his wife with a wide grin towards you. She was holding a tiny box on her hands, your name carefully written in a beautiful hand writing you knew could never be Tony's.

— Open it up. - he says shortly

— Anthony is this one of your pranks? Because I swear to God if any venomous animal crawls out of this box you're a dead man, Stark. I swear. Sorry, Pepper - you turn to your sister in law who giggles and waits anxiously for you to open the box.

— It isn't, pinky promise. - he has a serious tone. So you open it. It was a pair of shoes. Really tiny ones. Girl shoes. Baby shoes. You felt tears build up in your eyes instantly and you look at Pepper with teary eyes and back at the box as asking for a confirmation you were not imagining things, she nods at you slightly and puts her hands in her mouth before pulling you into a hug.

— Oh my God. - you murmur in her ears. — Oh, God. Congratulations. - you part from her hug almost jumping in Tony's arms and squeezing tight and lovingly. You were the happiest person alive at that moment. — I'm so happy for you, brother. Really, I am.

— Thank you. - he lets out a tear and holds you back into another warm hug.