#thor: sophomore

[zunckerz]

ending off the year with my new AHiT OC Cecilia!…who I mostly made to ship with Thor and because I wanted to draw a mermaid/siren LOL MB

+misc AHiT dump (ft what I think Steve would look like!!!)

thank you so much to anyone seeing this for standing by me all year and leaving sweet comments and reblogs, you genuinely have no idea how much those make my day and make me want to continue art. since it’s the end of the year I’d like to get more vulnerable and be frank when I say I’ve always found it to be horrifying whenever I post here, or just anywhere really. I’ve always been terrified at the idea of embarrassing myself or posting something stupid people would hate or find annoying. for a majority of my life I’ve been surrounded by family and friends who don’t like my interests or find them to be childish or weird, thankfully I’ve cut off those friends and my new ones I’ve made at university have been so sweet and kind towards me and my likes, but of course it’s always going to be difficult to work out issues with your family.

I started to post in what would be my sophomore year of highschool, which was the most difficult for me to get through as I had experienced what I now know was OCD induced intrusive thoughts along with severe paranoia, but thankfully I am medicated now ^^ my friends at the time certainly hadn’t helped and would often mock or jeer at my love for AHiT and just me as someone who’s socially awkward and very apologetic (I will say sorry 10 times after something you can’t stop me!!) so I took to here to post my AHiT related ideas or art!

Which was possibly the best decision ever, so many of you who are still here were so sweet and kind and honestly got me through a lot of my tough years, and I can’t share my gratitude enough for everyone who’s even just took a look at my blog or shared my art or even made it their icon or wallpaper. so from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

it’s been a long journey since then figuring out how my OCD has been with me my entire life and I just didn’t know until now, and also just transitioning more into adulthood. but I know as long as I have this silly hat game, you guys, my friends and my brother’s support, I’ll be ok ❤️

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'...when it comes to a truly memorable performance over all this time in the MCU, Tom Hiddleston has everyone beat.

Hiddleston scored big with his role as Loki in 2011’s Thor. Since then he’s appeared in six additional films, two animated shorts, and two Disney+ shows, including, of course, Loki, which is in the midst of its second season. Loki the character is alive and well, even if the show’s latest episodes are convoluted. It’s getting increasingly difficult to keep up with Loki’s time travel, timelines, variants, and other complications. In a way, that issue is emblematic of the MCU’s current state. Now in its 15th year, it’s struggling to retain the same level of enthusiasm in a post-Avengers: Endgame world. Loki was a potential bright spot after an engaging, fresh first season in 2021. But now it’s in something of a sophomore slump. Thankfully, the series has two saving graces: stunning visuals and outstanding performances, none of which are more impressive than its lead’s...

Across three Thor and three Avengers movies over 12 years, Loki Laufeyson isn’t the same God of Mischief we were introduced to way back when. Still, Hiddleston ensures, either with a deranged smirk or sly dialogue delivery, that remnants of the original character are still in there. But now, Loki is open to the possibility of redemption because he’s fighting to save the world, not to eliminate it entirely, as was his mission in The Avengers.

Loki has received the kind of nuanced and believable character development that’s rarely seen in the MCU (or any major superhero franchise, for that matter). Hiddleston deploys an impressive physical and emotional range, evolving Loki from a maniacal killer in The Avengers to an anti-hero in Thor: Ragnarok (where he’s aided by a comical partnership with co-star Chris Hemsworth) to a full-fledged sentimental hero in the new episodes of Loki. (Thankfully, his spiky hair and costumes have also made headway, although we do miss the Asgardian horned mask.)...

Hiddleston capitalizes on the space he’s given over two seasons to transform Loki in a way the movies simply don’t allow. In every Thor film, he’s the supporting character. But in the show, Loki’s imprisonment at the Time Variance Authority and his partnership with Mobius (Owen Wilson) accomplish what even Loki’s own brother couldn’t: Revealing that the character does, in fact, have a heart. This becomes more pronounced when Loki falls for another Loki, played by Sophia DiMartino. At least we know narcissism—in some form or another—is imbued in all Loki variants.

The show’s gloss has faded in its second season because, ultimately, Marvel is going to Marvel. Loki has become less of a TV show in and of itself and more of a springboard for the MCU’s next big phase. That’s evident by episode three’s focus on Jonathan Majors’ Victor Timely, who will go on to become Kang the Conqueror, touted as the Big Bad of MCU Phases 5 and 6. But, despite the choppy storytelling, Loki is thriving in its own messy way on Hiddleston’s talented shoulders. And perhaps we should just take that win from the MCU.'

[twh-news]

‘The Life Of Chuck’: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Karen Gillan & Jacob Tremblay Join Stephen King Adaptation From Mike Flanagan And Trevor Macy’s Intrepid Pictures

Chiwetel Ejiofor (Rob Peace), Karen Gillan (Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3) and Jacob Tremblay (The Toxic Avenger) have joined the cast of The Life of Chuck, the latest of many Stephen King adaptations from filmmaker Mike Flanagan (Doctor Sleep), which kicked off production in Alabama under an interim agreement earlier this month. Tom Hiddleston and Mark Hamill lead the ensemble of the pic, written and directed by Flanagan, as we were first to tell you.

Also now involved is QWGmire, the production and financing entity known for the indie horror Agnes and the forthcoming Lovely, Dark and Deep, which has made a major equity investment in the independently financed feature.

Stated QWGmire partners Molly C. Quinn, Matthew M. Welty and Elan Gale, “We are thrilled to partner with Mike and Trevor [Macy] on this project. Mike is a master storyteller and we can’t wait to bring his inspirational adaptation of Stephen King’s short story to audiences.”

Based on three interconnected stories from King’s 2020 anthology If It Bleeds, The Life of Chuck examines the existence of its subject Charles Krantz in reverse, beginning with his death aged 39 from a brain tumor and ending with his childhood in a house believed to be haunted. Flanagan is set to produce the feature adaptation alongside his long-time Intrepid Pictures partner, Macy. WME Independent is repping domestic sales, with FilmNation Entertainment overseeing the international front.

Best known for his Academy Award-nominated role in 12 Years a Slave, Ejiofor’s recent credits include the Showtime sci-fi drama series The Man Who Fell to Earth, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, and the Sundance-opening sci-fi rom-com The Pod Generation with Emilia Clarke. Starring alongside Camila Cabello, Michael Kelly and more in Rob Peace, his sophomore feature on the heels of The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, he’ll also soon be seen in Netflix’s The Old Guard 2 and a Venom threequel from Sony.

Gillan over the summer closed out her run as Guardians of the Galaxy‘s Nebula in the James Gunn-helmed Vol. 3, which grossed over $845M worldwide. Other recent credits for the actress include The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, Thor: Love and Thunder and the Mali Elfman-helmed indie genre-bender Next Exit. She’ll next be seen in the Lisa Steen comedy Late Bloomers, which world premiered at SXSW earlier this year, and also stars up opposite Russell Crowe in the forthcoming crime thriller Sleeping Dogs.

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Marvel Slate August 2, 2024

--Films for 2025--

Feb. 14 - Captain America: Brave New World

May 2 - Thunderbolts

Jul. 25 - The Fantastic Four: First Steps

Nov. 7 - Blade

--Films for 2026--

Feb. 13 - TBA

May 1 - Avengers: Doomsday

Nov. 6 - TBA

--Films for 2027--

May 7 - Avengers: Secret Wars

Jul. 23 - TBA

Nov. 5 - TBA

[Credits to @DiscussingFilm on Twitter]

--Speculation and Other Confirmed Projects--

Confirmed with no known release date:

Shang-Chi 2

Armor Wars

Spider-Man 4

Unconfirmed speculated possible releases:

Dr. Strange 3

Thor 5

Scarlet Witch solo movie

There isn't a perfect general consensus on what people think will take up the TBA slots, but the projects I listed above are what I've seen repeated the most from speculation. I've heard some points that certain movies with a confirmed date may be delayed (Marvel has a history of pushing back their release dates), and that the date for Spider-Man 4 is up to Sony to decide so it may not be on the current slate. Outside of that, we wait and keep our eyes out for any upcoming news...

[Credits to @HolyfieldM5 on Twitter]

[Credits to @CultureCrave on Twitter]

--Upcoming Works Unrelated to the Current Slate--

Movies

Venom: The Last Dance - October 25, 2024

Kraven The Hunter - December 13, 2024

Spider-Man: Beyond the Spider-Verse - TBA

Sony's live action Spider-Man Universe (featuring El Muerto, Jackpot, and Hypno-Hustler) - TBA

Shows

Agatha: All Along - September 18, 2024

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man - 2024 (animated series)

Eyes Of Wakanda - 2024 (Black Panther animated spin-off prequel)

Daredevil: Born Again - March 2025

Ironheart - 2025

Wonder Man - TBA

Spider-Man: Sophomore Year - TBA (will act as the season 2 of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man)

X-Men '97 Season 2 - TBA

What If...? Season 3 - TBA

Marvel Zombies - TBA (What If...? zombie episode spin off)

Vision Quest - TBA

Nova series - TBA

Untitled Marvel Wakanda series - TBA (directed by Ryan Coogler)

[Source: Screen Rant]

[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 2)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, drinking, mentions sex

synopsis ➩ Y/n finds a place to stay.

word count ➩ 700

Not knowing what else to do on a Friday night, you go to your favorite frat house. Your head replays the events of tonight over and over on your walk. You’re so distracted you almost walk right past the party. You make your way inside. Luckily, you carry your own flask, and you quickly down the whole thing. If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s unhealthy coping. 

It doesn’t take long before you feel the comforting hands you’ve grown to love come around your waist. Steve Rogers is the sweetest guy you’ve met. He transferred to your university sophomore year to play football. He’s the perfect guy, tall, handsome, sensitive, and genuine. Since he is on the football team, he doesn’t even drink. Every girl on campus adores Steve, but he only wants you. It’s pretty amazing being the luckiest person on campus. You melt in his arms, finally getting a sense of relief. Tonight, Steve is all you need.

“Steveee!” You draw out, not really noticing how drunk you were until this moment. 

“Y/n.” He mocks your tone. You lightly slap his bicep, and he lets out the cutest giggles. You truly don’t deserve him. He’s far too pure. But he sees you, truly sees you, and he still hasn’t ran away. So you don’t either, even though he scares you shitless. His voice is comforting like no other, his presence is a gift, and his patience never runs out when it comes to you. “What’s wrong?” He always knows when something is off. 

“I fucked up, and then I got kicked out of my house.”

“Do you need a place to stay?

“No, I’m fine.”

“Where are you sleeping?”

“Ummm, I don’t know.”

“Y/n, you’re going to stay with me tonight. I am not going to leave you alone with nowhere to go. How about we go now?”

“Okay,” you concede, knowing deep down that he doesn’t see you as a burden, even though you always feel like one. You hold hands, leaving the party barely five minutes after you got there. Hey, at least you have a temporary home. 

“So, what’d you do to get kicked out?”

“I kissed Jane’s crush, twice.”

“Oh my god, you kissed Thor?”

“Yeah, I’m not proud of it, but like it’s really hard for me to resist when I’m drunk.”

“Y/n, it’ll all be okay. Maybe for now stop kissing people you’re not supposed to.” You laugh, the absurdity of this situation hitting you all at once. You’re going home with the guy you’ve wanted to sleep with for months, but only to sleep. This is not how you wanted your night to go at all. “I’m sorry, it’s just,” you blurt out, still giggling, “I’m about to go to your place, and we’re not even gonna have sex.”

“Think of it as a fresh start. Maybe this time you’ll get with a good guy.”

“You mean like you?”

“And we’re here.”

“Answer the question Steve.” No response as you walk into the building or up the stairs. You already know the answer though. 

“Hey, Buck, I’m home.” As if the night couldn’t get any worse, you’re ex comes and greets you at the door. You wanna projectile vomit all over the smug prick.

“I see you have company, you gettin’ lucky tonight, Rogers?” You roll your eyes, hoping maybe they’ll get stuck, and you won’t ever have to look at your enemy ever again. 

“Y/n, this is Bucky, Bucky this is Y/n.” 

“Oh, James and I know each other.” Steve almost seem shocked at the use of the brunette’s real name. But he ends up dropping it.

“Well then you won’t mind if she stays with us.” Bucky looks between the two of you, looking for any sign of a joke, but he comes up empty. 

“Goodnight, lovebirds.”

“Night Buck.” And those are the last words spoken between you before everyone was off to bed.

Being in the arms of Steve Rogers is incredible, it’s warm and inviting. In no time at all, you are feeling the sweet embrace of slumber.

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Knowing you're fond of corny old superhero content, do you have any thoughts on the Lou Ferrigno Hulk TV show from the late 1970's?

It feels like it'd be right up your alley

i haven't seen it but my mom has! although she's a huge fan of 70s wonder woman so that would probably take precedence over the 70s hulk if i ever got around to it :p

i was suuuuuper into the mcu when i was in high school— that first avengers movie came out between my freshman & sophomore years and the mcu had a fucking GRIP on me until i felt satisfied enough to "leave" after the one-two of black panther and thor ragnarok. but despite that i never really clicked with bruce banner!! which is weird i suppose given that i'm a stem major with bipolar disorder and had some badddd temper issues in hs. i've just always been a thor girlie for some reason!!!

[scoopertrouper]

ahoy, maties. i return not with a prompt fill, but with a Steve POV companion piece to this post-S2/pre-S3 post-stancy breakup prompt fill because i'm sick in the head. read at your own risk.

3,400ish words (somehow) of nonsense under the cut.

~*~*~*

i'll be alright [it's just a thousand cuts]

He sees her sometimes.

It’s not like he’s, like, looking for her. He’s not, because no matter what Robin says, Steve’s not a maso…a macho…a mecha…okay, like, one of those weirdos who gets his rocks off by getting smacked around or whatever.

He’s not.

It’s just that it’s kinda hard to totally avoid her. According to her brother, Hawkins is, like, smaller than Thor’s thumbnail – and Christ, he really needs to stop hanging around those little dweebs if that’s the kind of shit he’s picking up – so it’s hard not to see her. Anywhere. Everywhere. 

But it’s usually only just out of the corner of his eye. A flutter of flowery skirt disappearing between the aisles at Melvald’s, or the bounce of perfectly set brown curls right as she’s crossing Main Street, walking with quick little steps that are so purposeful.

(Steve used to spend most of free period making a mess of those curls, tangling them between his fingers, testing how far he could go before she’d swat his hands away. They were soft as one of his mom’s silk scarves, but somehow still not as soft as her lips when they’d curve against his, her little body arching between his hips and the creaky leather of his backseat.)

He doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that whenever their paths cross, she’s always just out of focus, blurred at the edges like a messed up Polaroid. 

It’s no secret that Steve’s no great lover of the language arts (no matter how many long lectures Henderson’s given him – from the front seat of Steve’s car, that Steve drives him around in – about why that’s hurting him with the chicks). 

But he thinks maybe if he did give a shit about similes, or metaphors, or any of that crap that he’d mostly slept through in second period English, that it’d be a pretty decent way to sum up their relationship. A couple pictures that might’ve been pretty if they hadn’t gotten all smudged up.

Oh, and her new boyfriend’s a photographer. How’s that for poetic?

Anyway, Steve would have to be an idiot – more of an idiot – to actually go looking for her. So he doesn’t. Because he remembers how much it had hurt, forcing himself through the last seven months of his own goddamn senior year, seeing her every day and feeling tender as a walking, talking bruise, long after the worst of the damage to his face had faded. It’d been almost fucking unbearable, catching her eye only to see exactly how far he’d fallen reflected in them. 

Back then (a whole two months ago) he hadn’t even tried to play it cool, had figured it was still common enough knowledge that she could step on his neck, no questions asked, and he’d probably thank her for it. Ask her to do it again, if only to keep her undivided attention for just one more second.

But that was then. Now, he’s moving on. 

Mostly. 

Trying to. 

It’d help if the universe would cooperate – if, at the same time he’d lost Nancy, he hadn’t also somehow lost every bit of mojo that made Steve Harrington that guy, especially when it came to the ladies. 

Because it’s definitely gone, and he didn’t need Tracey Wiltshire – who’d rocked full headgear until, like, the end of sophomore year – to stammer out some lame blow-off to confirm it.

It’s painfully evident every time he looks in the mirror, because he doesn’t see Steve Harrington – basketball star, swim captain, somebody who’s somebody – anymore. He just sees some loser in a shitty Popeye costume (which itches, Jesus). A loser who got laughed out of goddamn Tech. 

Whose dad barely throws him more than a dismayed glance over the morning paper – when he’s around to read the morning paper, that is. 

Who constantly finds new and creative ways to get splotches of Rocky Mountain Fudge where Rocky Mountain Fudge should never be, and takes home maybe ten bucks in tips on a good night. 

Of course Na - Tracey wouldn’t want to waste her time on a dipshit like that. Who would?

But he’s not gonna give up, because he knows the only sure way out of a slump is to shoot through it. Besides, it’s not, like, not fun, letting Robin bust his balls nonstop on the days that they’re teamed up. She’s pretty ingenious, like, he wouldn’t be surprised if she goes home after every shift and shuts herself away in her little dork hidey hole until she’s got at least ten new zingers locked and loaded.

(Most of the time it's fun. More fun when she’s not leveling him with big SAT prep words, because then he has no choice but to try to return fire without revealing that he still has no goddamn clue what a charlatan is, no matter how many times Nancy’d drilled him on it last summer. And – surprise surprise – that usually doesn’t end well for him. 

But come to think of it, she has kinda backed off from that lately. So maybe it���s more fun for her the other way, too.)

Anyway, he keeps trying, and ultimately racks up more “You Suck” ticks per shift than Robin has room for on her whiteboard (she’s been talking about starting a ledger, and yeah, that’s exactly what he needs, his failures all neatly leather-bound and cataloged in permanent marker). 

You know what, though? It’s fine. It can’t last forever, right? Steve’s a pretty positive guy. Eventually, some girl’s gonna want to buy what he’s selling, even if what he’s selling isn’t a whole bunch more than a final fling with the homecoming king. One last stop on the Hawkins Express before it’s all frat boys and keg stands at Boilermakers tailgates.

(He can only imagine what Robin would have to say about that.)

On one Saturday in late June, he thinks he might be on the verge of a breakthrough. Thinks he’s maybe a free scoop of mint chocolate chip away from talking Lisa Kurtz into the back row of the 7:15 showing of Cocoon – because he’s always kind of wanted to see if her boobs really are bigger than her hair, and he’s running out of time to find out. 

Things are going well, so according to the current logic of Steve’s life, that means something’s gotta step in to ruin it. And boy, is that something a doozy – all five-foot-four of her, freshly permed and pretty in pink kitten heels.

It’s been two months since Steve Harrington fully laid eyes on Nancy Wheeler. Two months since he’s admired – before he can stop himself – the little dimple in her chin and the delicate curve of her neck and shoulders, today draped carefully in a demure sundress. 

Once upon a time, Steve would have taken great pleasure in wrecking that dainty piece of cotton, fisting it in his hands and bunching it all the way up to her waist.

“Hi,” she says softly, biting her lip, and Christ, how Steve wishes she’d stayed in the blurry outer rim of his brain. Because he’s looking right at her, and it’s blinding, the way she just fucking glows for no good reason. It’s worse than that time in fifth grade, when he’d maybe (probably) burned his retinas after Tommy dared him to stare straight into the sun for five whole minutes (he’d made it about fifteen seconds). 

“Hey,” he finds it in himself to reply, and he congratulates himself on the way he stays so chill, right up until Lisa’s cup of mint chocolate chip tumbles out of his nerveless fingers and splatters all over the floor and a little bit all over her shoes. 

(She’s not happy. There goes the 7:15 showing of Cocoon, along with his only shot this week at a mark in the “You rule” column.)

Now his date’s gone, stormed out in a cloud of Windsong so thick he can taste it, and gone too are his chances of escaping this encounter with minimal humiliation. Perfect.

(Thank god Robin’s still on her break. At least someone up there is still doing him a solid or two.)

Nancy’s eyes flick once, twice between Steve and the door.

“Am I…interrupting?” she asks slowly, as if this isn’t a public dining establishment, as if she doesn’t have as much right to be here as any other prospective paying customer. There’s a glint in her eyes that he doesn’t even try to decode. He’s not dumb enough to think he can still read Nancy Wheeler. 

(That he’d ever been able to read her.)

“Not a chance,” Steve lies quickly, flipping the ice cream scoop with suddenly numb fingers. “Always room for one more on this flotilla of flavor!”

He’s pretty sure that was the right way to use “flotilla”, the way he’d overheard Robin say it last week. Like, ninety percent sure. Well. Sixty.

Also, what is wrong with him?

But Nancy smiles that little smile she used to give him every time he said something painfully dumb that she found charming in spite of herself, so no permanent damage, he guesses.

Not that it matters anymore. Because it doesn’t.

“A flotilla, huh?” she plays along. “That’s…a lot of flavors.”

“Thirty-two, to be exact,” he replies on autopilot. “They, uh, wanted one more than Baskin Robbins.” Goddamn it. He swears he used to be able to talk to girls. This girl, in particular.

“Oh,” she blinks. “Interesting.” 

Okay, so. The last time Steve and Nancy had spoken for real, they’d just broken up. Billy Hargrove had basically made scrambled eggs of Steve’s brains. And yet somehow, it had still been less of a disaster than the last minute of his life.

Steve has to salvage this somehow.

“It’s…really not,” he admits. “But you’re sweet to pretend.” Without thinking, he moves to drag his hand nervously through his hair and comes away with his cap instead. Oops.

Still, though, they both laugh, and that’s better. Good, even. Getting back on track. He’s not a total lost cause. 

“So, uh, what brings you to Starcourt?” he follows up, and that’s safe enough. Neutral. Boring. “Feels like most of Hawkins has been through here, not that that’s saying much. Haven’t really seen you around, though.”

That’s less safe, but she doesn’t seem offended. In fact, she’s still smiling, and Christ, Steve remembers why he hasn’t gone looking for this. Why he’s pointedly avoiding asking if she’s here alone.

“Well,” she says with a sly little curl of her lips, “I’ve been pretty busy. But – someone told me I was missing out on thirty-two flavors of ice cream.”  It's almost flirtatious, until she steps forward and winces. “Actually, I think one of them’s on the floor.”

The floor…? Crap. Lisa’s ice cream. It’s still splattered all over where he dropped it.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Steve starts, warmth creeping up his collar. “I can - I can get that cleaned up.” 

Ignoring Nancy’s protestations, he scrambles for the mop bucket they have to constantly keep within reach. Of course, it’s nowhere to be found – which means it’s definitely in the back room, which means he definitely can’t get it without drawing Robin’s attention. He pauses, debating.

“No – look, Steve, most of it’s still in the cup, I can just – I can just throw it away.” 

Steve is circling the counter to assess the damage just as Nancy is crossing his path to get to the garbage can, and they’re one perilous step away from unwittingly splitting a hefty splotch of Maritime Mint Choco Chip when his reflexes kick in.

On instinct, his hands wrap around Nancy’s bare shoulders to stop her just before they collide and – oh. Oh.

See, he hasn’t touched Nancy Wheeler in damn near nine months, and now his - his skin is on her skin. She’s soft, and warm, and his palms look so big against the slim curves of her arms. He can feel exactly where goosebumps are prickling against the pads of his fingers.

This angle also gives him a perfect, painful view of the swoop of her neck that he’s never quite been able to put out of his head. There’s a dull flush creeping up her collarbone, and for one unhinged moment he wonders what she’d do if he just buried his face there, pressing his lips heavy against that searing hollow until she’s gasping, like he’s done so many times before.

He catches her gaze. Her eyes are bright under the fluorescents, and he can’t help but picture them glassy with alcohol and resentment, punctuated by a sullen mouth and punch-stained blouse. Staring him down like he’s some kind of Upside Down pond scum. Bullshit.

He has no idea what she sees now, but it probably isn’t much of an improvement.

Steve swallows, and steps back.

“Sorry,” he says roughly, retreating back behind the safety of the counter, heart pounding. Nancy looks relatively composed as she neatly disposes of her trash, but he at least still knows her well enough to notice how her fingers curl tightly around her purse strap, the only sign that she’s a fraction as shaken as he suddenly is. 

Ask her what she wants. Ask her what she wants and give it to her so they can start pretending this conversation never happened as quickly as possible. 

“So, uh, busy? What’s – what’s up in the world of Wheeler?”

For fuck’s sake, it’s like his mouth is completely disconnected from what’s left of his brain.

“Oh, uh.” Nancy looks startled, like that’s not what she’d been expecting him to say. “Yeah. I got an internship at the Hawkins Post with Jonathan.”

So. No tiptoeing around it. Steve gives himself credit for not flinching like he wants to, for nodding his head like that simple statement hasn’t landed like a gunshot.

“Nice. Probably a way cooler gig than dishing out sorbet to all the Jazzercise moms,” he cracks, only half joking.

She doesn’t laugh, though. Her face drops and she kind of hunches in on herself, and he instantly feels like shit even though he doesn’t think he said anything to be sorry for, doesn’t know what could’ve made her react like that. Good one, Steve.

“You might be surprised,” is all she gives him in response. He doesn’t know what to make of that. And honestly, it’s not his job to make something of it anymore, so he lets it go, and they linger in awkward silence for a few seconds. 

For once – this one time only – he wishes that snot-nosed Sinclair brat would barge in, flanked by her entourage of equally snotty, pint-sized little dweeb friends, loudly demanding free samples of every flavor. That would at least give him a way out of this.

“Hey Steve?” Nancy looks at him like she’s steeling herself, and he recognizes that look, used to dread it back when they were dating. Time, he finds, hasn’t really changed the way he feels about it.

“Nancy?” he parrots back, defensive for no particular reason.

“The reason I came here today – that is, I just wanted to see if…” She cringes, trails off uncharacteristically, and he waits her out, with mounting unease. 

Patience isn’t his strong suit, but he’s found that for Nancy Wheeler, he’s usually willing to try to be the things he’s not. For all the good it does. Did.

She sighs, and tries again.

“I just wanted to ask – how, how are you –”

“Hey, honey, if you’re gonna get your ice cream, get a move on. I still need to stop at the dry cleaners.” A bottle blonde perm pops into the shop, and Steve nearly exhales with overwhelming…relief? Disappointment?

Saved by Karen Wheeler. 

She pauses, and Steve sees her notice him in real-time, watches the surprise dawn in her eyes as she identifies who’s behind the counter. “Oh. Hi, Steve.”

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler.” Karen’s always been nice enough to him, but he’s never been too sure how much she actually likes him. Like mother, like daughter, he guesses.

She gives Nancy an indecipherable look, and honestly, these Wheeler women have got to cool it with all the weird mind reading shit.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” Nancy replies to the question spoken out loud, a tad clipped, before turning back to Steve. “So,” she says, drawing out the “o” and tapping the case. She seems to have set aside whatever she was gonna ask. “I – I guess that’s my cue, then. Any recommendations?” 

Steve’s already mid-scoop, and he’s absurdly pleased to watch her eyes go wide as he slides the cup of strawberry across the glass to her, with just a tiny flourish.

“Oh,” she stammers, “is that –”

“Strawberry,” he interrupts. “Your favorite. If – if that’s still right.” He doesn’t think that much has changed. 

“It is,” she affirms, and there’s a dusting of pink across her cheeks that Steve refuses to believe is anything more than a reflection from the neon sign.

“On the house,” he says when she goes for her purse, and it’s softer than he means it to be, less cheerful – but thankfully steady. He can’t help but smile at her, and she returns it, a tiny, kind thing. 

“Thanks,” she says after a moment. “I’ll…see you around?”

Not if I can help it, is what he thinks.

“Sure,” is what he says instead. “Anytime you need a scoop, I’ll be here.” 

Nancy raises her spoon in a minute, unbearably cute farewell salute, and the swirl of her dress is the last thing he sees of her as she disappears into the food court.

(On her way out, she takes her $2 and drops it into the tip jar, and he pretends it doesn’t smart a little.)

“Well, well. Do my eyes deceive me, or are we looking at another tally for Team “You Suck”?” 

Shit. Robin. Great. He hadn’t even heard her come out from the back.

Steve recognizes the dangerous note of glee in her voice, but for once he doesn’t have the energy to try to head it off at the pass. 

“You know,” Robin continues, “Between this and the truly spectacular crash and burn I know you were hoping I wouldn’t see with Lisa, I think that makes today some kind of record-breaking –” 

She must pick up something unusual in his face, though, because she cuts off abruptly. “Steve?” 

“Huh?” He knows he’s gaping at the door like a dumbass, but it’s too hard to find the willpower to tear himself away while he’s also blocking out the trace after-scent of Nancy’s baby powder-soft perfume. 

Robin doesn’t seem to know what to do when they’re not actively playing by whatever rules she’s silently set for the Shit on Steve Variety Hour. After a minute, he feels a nudge to the side of his foot, and he knows instinctively that it’s the toe of one of her battered Chucks. 

He doesn’t look, but he’s pretty sure she’s staring at him like he’s the weirdo.

“You…okay, dingus?” She sounds genuinely concerned, and that’s what jolts him out of it. Because no way in hell is he gonna spill his guts about Nancy Wheeler to Robin-whatever-her-last-name-is in front the sample spoons and a few carved up tubs of hard serve.

Even if Robin’s not, like, totally tragic. Maybe she’s even kinda cute. If Steve squints. Hard.

“Dude, not the shoes,” he finally mumbles, though she’d barely touched him. Her silence is heavy and unimpressed, perfectly matching her face (as Steve discovers once he finally gives in and spares her a glance).

Reflexively, he hitches his shoulders up in a stiff shrug. Arranges his face into a smile that he hopes is more cool and carefree than psychotic.

“Course I am,” he says, and it comes easily. He returns her nudge with one of his own and ignores her scowl. “I’m always okay. I’m…I’m Captain Okay.”

Jesus. He’s glad that one never made it into the yearbook.

Robin seems willing to at least pretend to buy it, though, and as she threatens him with the dry erase marker (though he notices she doesn’t make a single tally), he feels the grin he’s pasted on edge into something more genuine. He almost believes it himself, in fact. He is okay. 

Will be okay.

(He has to be.)

[sterek-ao3feed]

Titanium and Iron

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58300762

by FireFlareC

Life seemed to happen to James Buchannan on a Tuesday, a pregnant whirlwind that would become his best friend, an eccentric billionaire that would become more and a baby with his mother's brown eyes but James jawline and pale skin. By the time Steve was found and woken up in New York, James was marking yet another sophomore essay on Russian literature where they had clearly not even read the sparknotes properly. His husband was fighting verbally with Fury about not wanting to be an Avengar because they had a kid at home and Tony wanted to be able to attend shooting tournaments and Ballet recitals in peace. See what happens when Tony Stark doesn't need to make the Avengers his family because he already has one. His husband looks uncannily like Bucky Barnes even though no one can prove he isn't from North Cali.

Words: 3112, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Nick Fury, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Happy Hogan, Peter Parker, Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, James "Bucky" Barnes & Stiles Stilinski, Tony Stark & Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: Irondad, winteriron, Not Canon Compliant, Not Civil War Team Captain America Friendly, Protective Derek Hale, Spark Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore is a Hale, Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski was Raised by Others, Bucky Barnes is Good With Kids, Parent Bucky Barnes, Dead Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Established Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Alternate Universe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58300762

[popcorn-plots]

ufhuashdsjk I have this AU that's been stuck in my head for the past two weeks and it WILL NOT go away.

So anyways, it's ironstrange. and it's a highschool AU. but not in the way you think. Basically, some kind of bad guy turned all of the Avengers into teens (don't ask how) and Fury forces them to go to school until this thing can be reversed. For some reason, reasons I have yet to discover, Avengers are made to have at least some semblance of graduation credits (speaking of graduation credits, I got into study hall and I talked to my councilor and I am on track to graduate next year!)

most of the avengers just kind of hang around because it's a tony and stephen centric-fic

Nat does like, all dance classes and is on the dance team

Clint is glad he's not being bullied the second time around and just tries to keep his head down

Thor just does everything and is the ultimate popular kid. he's also discovers that he loves art

Steve's serum is gone. he hates it. this causes many a fights. he mostly hangs out around the arts department

Bruce is top of his class in AP Chem, AP Calc, AP Physics, AP Bio.... looking for Bruce? Check the science hall.

In my personal AU, Donna died when Stephen was just entering his sophomore year of high school. He was bullied his entire high school life for it, even when he was a senior, people would tell him he was a murderer. Every semester, he would have notes shoved into his locker. High school was not a fun time for him.

Tony wasn't allowed a high school experience with all the cameras and with the fact that he graduated at MIT while he was supposed to be a Junior in high school, so he takes the opportunity to do everything he couldn't do under his dad's rule.

basically just high school Avengers AU of these people trying to figure out life. Because high school is hard, y'all

[fire-for-you]

i fear this place

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pairing - valkyrie x sylvie

rating - teen and up (haunted houses, au- high school, little punching action)

word count - 1,497

summary - “actor at a haunted house/person who punches the actor in the face” AU

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Valkyrie was never an irrational person. Wasn't a scaredy-cat. One to back down from a challenge. She grew up with Thor, Loki, and Hela. She could handle anything.

Right?

"Okay…" Bruce drew out as he looked around the room. "Hmm. Valkyrie! Truth or dare?"

"Really? Okay, um. Dare. Hate truth. Whatchu got?"

Hela leaned over and whispered something in Bruce's ear. Then she pulled away, smirking. The boy lit up like a Christmas tree. "I dare you to go to a haunted house with me and the Odinsons."

"Yeah, okay. Easy enough." Valkyrie put on a smile. But, on the inside, she was freaking. Nothing scared her worse than all the horrors of Halloween stuffed into a labyrinth of rooms. The holiday was bad enough on its own, even if it included getting free candy. Despite being a tough woman, she had her share of fears.

The siblings nodded consecutively, all grinning like madmen. Since it was her turn, she tilted her head towards Carol. "Okay, Captain Marvel, truth or dare?"

Bruce glided over next to her in the lunch line. Of course, the one day she didn't pack a lunch. "I found a haunted house that fits our schedules." She had honestly hoped the junior forgot about her dare. Apparently not.

"Great. When?"

"This Friday, after school. I can text you the rest of the details. I have to go meet Thor."

"For your mid-day hook-up?" Valkyrie asked casually, looking over the menu options. Everything sounded disgusting.

Bruce blushed. "No. He needs help with English. We're not dating. I don't understand why I need to tell you guys all the time."

She side-eyed him as they moved up in line. "You two have eye-sex every time you look at one another. It's honestly annoying that you won't just bone and get it over with."

He blushed deeper, turning a dark cherry red. "I'm gonna go. I'll text you!" The raven-haired man rushed away.

"Yeah, you do that." She said sarcastically, mumbling under her breath. Looking up at the lunch lady, she took a deep breath.

"And what can I get for you today?" The older woman inquired, cheerfully.

"Do we really have to do this?" Valkyrie, Bruce, Thor, Hela, and Loki all stood in front of The House of Hauntings with a little sign underneath that said: "We Haunt."

"Unless you want to be a chicken. First one all school year." The slender one in green stated.

"Shut up, Loki. You say 'school year' because you are the only one to call chicken this year. On asking Mobius out? Do you remember that?" Hela scoffed at her sorry excuse of a brother.

The youngest curled in on himself, looking down at the ground. He mumbled something no one caught.

"Anyway," Bruce spoke into the silence, training his eyes back on the makeshift haunted house. "Let's go, shall we?"

They walked forward, towards a table selling tickets for entry.

"How many in your party?" The teen asked, obviously bored.

"Five," Thor stated like he was talking to a child, which Valkyrie supposed he was.

The young man looked up slowly like he had all the time in the world. "Twenty-five dollars."

The blonde fished out a twenty and a five, holding out the bills, which the teenager was quick to take. "Entry is at the end of that path." He pointed loosely behind his person, at a dirt pathway.

"Thank you." Bruce was pushing them along, eager to get inside.

Coming across a door and a knight, they stopped. "Do you think there's someone in there?" Loki asked.

"Maybe," Hela responded, sporting a sly grin that her sibling didn't seem to see.

"Do you wish to find out?" The person inside asked, sounding extremely annoyed.

Loki jumped, pushed the door quickly, and rushed inside.

Hela laughed hysterically, high-fiving the knight and then following the sophomore inside.

Valkyrie didn't want to admit it, but she jumped a little too.

The rest of the group trailed into the house, stumbling through curtains of fake cobwebs.

As they ventured through the rooms, they came across a vampire, a werewolf, a tarantula - like an actual tarantula - and a variety of other beasts. But the one that stood out the most was a clown, covered in blood.

The brunette was never a great person to be around when she saw a clown. Ever since Loki made her watch all three IT movies with him, she was never the same. She hated sewer drains, couldn't face the wall when sleeping, and just despised going into her mom's basement.

So when a clown lunged at her from the darkness covered almost head to toe in blood, she did what any sane person would.

Valkyrie, real name Brunhilde, drew her fist back and hit the horrid creature with as much force as possible.

Everyone turned at the sound of a crack echoing around the room. What they saw was a clown, blood flowing strongly from its very broken nose, and their friend since early childhood, standing there with a very angry expression on her face, hand still up and pulled back.

They just stood there in pure shock until the clown let out a quiet whimper and whispered, "Ow."

Two people rushed in holding a green box with a red cross on it. Kneeling, one of them opened it and grabbed gauze. "Holy shit, Sylvie. Are you okay?" The other one asked.

Thor pulled Valkyrie back, out of the way as the clown- Sylvie, answered. "I'm, fine. I think. Not the first time I've had my nose broken." The bleeding slowed gradually as other workers came and dragged the group outside.

Valkyrie was still slightly mad, but mostly just felt bad for hitting an innocent employee just doing her job. Bruce and the others stood aways away, talking to the person who ran the haunted house.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up and saw a beautiful blonde woman, the top of her hair tied up in a bun. She was also sporting a splint on her nose.

"Oh, no. You're the one I hit. Sylvie, right?"

Sylvie nodded and asked, "Can I sit?" It came out all nasally.

"Yeah, sure." The blonde sat down beside her on the curb, wrapping her arms around herself.

"It's so cold out here."

"It's October. Why don't you have a jacket?"

Sylvie shrugged. Valkyrie shook her head and took off her windbreaker, handing it over. "I'm Valkyrie by the way."

"Thanks." The shorter paused, pulling on the coat. "That's a cool name. Isn't it also the name of a powerful woman warrior from Norse mythology?"

"Yeah, I think that's why my mom named me it. I guess I'd have to ask."

They sat there in a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of wind whistling through the trees and the group mumbling to the side.

"Is your nose okay?"

"Yeah, it just stings."

"I'm sorry. Clowns just freak me out a little."

"It's alright, but, only a little? That's the hardest I've ever been hit, and I get into a lot of fights. Kinda impressed actually."

Valkyrie pinkened. "Thanks. I don't hit a lot of people, just Loki when-"

Said man came up and interrupted them, "Sylvie! Are you alright? I've never seen Valkyrie punch so hard."

Valkyrie turned to him, debating between glaring or being surprised. "You know her?"

"Oh, yeah. We're in the same martial arts class. I would have come over sooner, but you guys were busy flirting. Didn't want to interrupt. Anyway, the guy wants to know if you're pressing charges."

Sylvie's brows drew together. "What? Of course not. It was her way of expressing fear. Plus, it was kinda hot, so. Wouldn't want to ruin that."

Valkyrie turned toward her, eyes wide. "What?"

The blonde smiled. "It was. Can't deny the truth…"

The taller just stared at her.

Hela, Thor, and Bruce came over. "Alright, well. There wasn't any damage to property, so we're free to go." The oldest announced. She glanced down at the scene. "Or to just stare for hours. That works too.

Sylvie smiled wider. Getting up, she offered her hand to the woman still on the ground. Valkyrie took it, pulling herself up.

"I have to go but, can I have your number?"

The brunette swallowed but pulled out her phone. She gestured for Sylvie to hand over hers, which she did.

Valkyrie called her to make sure she had the right number, before handing it back.

Sylvie started to walk away, but she called back, "I'll call you!"

"Please do that!" She shouted back. Then, turning back to her friends and seeing their expressions, she said to them, "If any of you say a word, I will slit your throat."

They all nodded, knowing she would definitely would follow through on that promise.

As the group walked back to the car, Valkyrie smiled down at her phone.

It wasn't the worst Halloween experience she's ever had.

you can also read this story here

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masterlist & other such things

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MCU masterlist

[figtrad]

Fans of the hated Marvel series on Disney+ should give it a break

as if Chris Snellgrove | Published 10 seconds ago When Thor: Love and Thunder I left, disappointed that, like most Marvel fans, they wanted more of a flawlessly weird and comfortable feel. Thor: Ragnarok. Certainly, director Taika Waititi's sophomore superhero effort isn't quite as good. RagnarokBut it's not nearly as bad as its enemies make it out to be. And re-reading the old Thor comics, it…

[gamistuff]

Fans of the hated Marvel series on Disney+ should give it a break

as if Chris Snellgrove | Published 10 seconds ago When Thor: Love and Thunder I left, disappointed that, like most Marvel fans, they wanted more of a flawlessly weird and comfortable feel. Thor: Ragnarok. Certainly, director Taika Waititi's sophomore superhero effort isn't quite as good. RagnarokBut it's not nearly as bad as its enemies make it out to be. And re-reading the old Thor comics, it…

[damindf]

Fans of the hated Marvel series on Disney+ should give it a break

as if Chris Snellgrove | Published 10 seconds ago When Thor: Love and Thunder I left, disappointed that, like most Marvel fans, they wanted more of a flawlessly weird and comfortable feel. Thor: Ragnarok. Certainly, director Taika Waititi's sophomore superhero effort isn't quite as good. RagnarokBut it's not nearly as bad as its enemies make it out to be. And re-reading the old Thor comics, it…

[the-firebird69]

There's a few people here completely f****** nuts everywhere around with this delusion in there really odd idiots and you don't like them I'm tired of their casino talk and just see no way and they should get their head beating like anybody that talks that way in the realm and what they're saying is that they're stupid and they're making big mistakes and there still are and we're watching them do it right now. There's a giant number of them falling into this place and soon they're going to regret it

---there's a huge number of people out in the rings it's doubled since we talked this morning about 300 million in the pseudo empire side and 500 million on the Mac morlock sign you're at the perimeter of the edges they went in several miles and some places is this way too many of them and they're going to get wiped out and their leadership will go to 11% and it's pitiful they're horribly stupid.

---this guy John remillard meets out and he's screaming for out he wants to leave we want him to leave he's incompetent and he's a moron he's a few other things wrong with him but boy what a nasty person

---you don't have major developments we have a lot of minor developments but they're introductions to movies and the money Chase and it's happening now they're trying to keep their ships alive and have absolutely no protection and we think they're trying to get the money into ships so they can grab Hera and threaten a war with the max and the max say that they're going to stop it and we're not so sure that they're honest about that and Mr button head wants to know what we would do because he's a genius and there's several thousand maneuvers that you can do and you can go look them up and find it West point and other places start ship academy whatever you call it any fruitcake can tell you about it or sophomore frosh really

---it's a couple other things going on but he's jackass and he wants to know what he's won and what he's wanted is everybody knows about it and they're going to kick the s*** out of him took a good thing and he told on himself and he's going to get ruined.

---he opens his mouth and talks about stuff like the slightest bit of Hope and he's wrong he just doesn't know what he's doing and our son and daughter said it early on get tied everybody up but you tied them up around you and that's stupid that's not what tying up is you type people up and you don't tell him about yourself you don't use yourself to tie people up you guys an idiot

---there's a couple other things it's a huge caravan evacuating Florida it's about 8% that will leave today into tomorrow morning and then come in and they go out and they're not the ones in combat that's actually a lot less people than they're leaving. Out of those we expect 1% originals it'll be 6% then and we might lose some in the rings and tonight including people from the neighborhood but it's not weak enough for these guys to do anything correctly they are seeking the money and they're going to try and pull it out and some people that hold it holding in the bank at this time and they are trying to block and they can't a lot of people don't want them to succeed including their own women sometimes it's not there women

Thor Freya

Olympus

Yeah this is great good terrific we hate this guy my friend says who doesn't she's so stupid idiot and idiots do they see her life it's nice to be stronger than them cuz they spaz out and you have to break your hands or their arm all the time it's very true as a woman I can't just a kid despise them we have tasers and things like that things that are Sharp and it works really well and we suggest ours did a lot of that

Sherry

We do too huge supply needed ok and it's for defending ourselves

Stan

Olympus

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Stark and the spider

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Kl7j8eo by Guacamole_penis7 A year after the devastating events of civil war, a worried tony stark enrols his daughter at the Midtown school of science and technology, so she is as close to him as possible. While he grapples with the aftermath of the accords, the 15 year old sophomore navigates high school. Blossoming a friendship with Peter Parker, who is given the responsibility to look out for her from tony stark himself. She wishes to be a hero just like her father but when he denies her the opportunity she takes matters into her own hands. Partnering up with Spider-Man to fight a new threat in New York City. Will the friendship with Peter be more? How will she successfully be a hero? Will her and Peter ever know each others identity? And will the rest of the avengers return (they will!) Lots of fluffy moments, action, and suspense. Angst Words: 2665, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Happy Hogan, Bruce Banner, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Roger Harrington (Marvel), Original Children of Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Peter Quill, Original Characters, Nick Fury, Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), King T’Challa Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & Pepper Potts & James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark & Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Hurt Peter Parker, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Romance, Romance, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Protective Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Parent Tony Stark, Original Character-centric, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Parent Pepper Potts, Protective Pepper Potts, Good Parent Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Loki & Thor Bro Feels (Marvel), Protective Thor (Marvel), Thor Loves Pop-Tarts (Marvel), Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, King T'Challa (Marvel), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Post-Civil War, Fluff and Angst, Not Canon Compliant, Peter Parker Angst, Teen Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has Panic Attacks read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Kl7j8eo

[didilysims]

I learned that Secret Society Sims can greet one another with the secret handshake! It seems so obvious, ha ha, yet I'd never seen this before.

Anyway, it's high time for the Greek house to start acting like one, so the boys throw a toga party. It devolves into chaos, of course.

Jamal has a shiny new diploma in his pocket, so immediately after the toga party, he throws a graduation party.

Some Sims get forced into formalwear for the event (nice tux, Joe), but Thor sticks with his comfy toga.

Monica and Kevin show up to support (and embarrass) their son, but I guess Kevin doesn't approve of Jamal's career ambitions or something, because he refuses to join in the toast to him. This family is so hilariously dysfunctional.