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parlapina · 5 months
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"How would you describe most of your favorite shows/books?"
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xiaoming56 · 4 months
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Hated that last episode so i drew this to convince myself i liked it
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wigglybug · 3 months
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its tough having parents who can communicate with each other telepathically
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cameron-possibly · 2 months
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“He looks like anybody you see on the street. But when he grins, birds fall dead off telephone lines. When he looks at you a certain way, your prostate goes bad and your urine burns. The grass yellows up and dies where he spits. He’s always outside."
The dark man. The Walkin' Dude. Randall Flagg.
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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The sun was poised malevolently [...]
Richard Bachman, from 'The Long Walk'
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xeresmalfoy · 9 months
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tawneybel · 2 months
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Note: “Imagine how greedy Ross Humboldt gets over your body when he can tell you’re pregnant with multiples.” Contains sex pollen, too.
It was late by less than two weeks. How Mr. Humboldt knew he was a father again was beyond you. Eight days. A week and a day since he’d successfully inseminated you. Which Ross claimed would result in “a whole brood of ______-Humboldts!” 
A father again and again and… 
The lush grassland wanted to share its fecundity with its guests. Or subjects. Whatever it deemed you two. You weren’t a member of the Church of the Black Rock. Ross was. Initially, you didn’t like calling him by his first name. Who would, in your circumstances? Pretending he was still married to Natalie didn’t help. (You’d tried.) “Till death do we part” and all that. A normal union whose vows might not apply to Ross’s new marriage. 
“I haven’t even taken a test.” 
“But you are,” Ross insisted with a smile. Ignoring the ridiculousness of your statement. There were no pharmacies out here. 
Dodging his caresses wasn’t an option now. 
Not that you wanted to. There wasn’t much else to do. A bag of books to fight ennui. Some convenience store fare. Your leash was shorter than ever after the escape. Which had been too easy. Ross slept like the dead after screwing. Maybe the Tall Grass thought it tamed you. Or it liked to tease. A yawning path tempted you out of the maze. The church remained fixed even as you jumped up one, two, three, four times. Heart thumping, you made a break for it. Thankful that with everything/-one lost, your keys remained pocketed. 
Find a station. No, not a police station. A gas station. Nobody rational will believe me. Becky, Cal, Tobin, Travis. All gone. Whether from the mortal plane or just the Grass, who knows? And what plane is the Tall Grass the entry for, anyway? Fairyland, limbo, some fresh hellscape? Okay, found a station. 
After that, you were on autopilot. Waking up in the passenger seat to Ross racing back down the way you came. “Racing” was a bit strong. Just going a bit above the speed limit. Nothing a typical suburban dad wouldn’t do on the way to a beguiling destination. 
“Picked up some groceries while you were out.”
It wasn’t stated like a question. You had one or a dozen, but swallowed your queries. The Tall Grass wasn’t so isolated. Not like Ross and me and babies makes one, two, three… It shouldn’t have been able to reach out that far. Pollen, maybe. Your new family was rooted here. The idea of rhizomes reaching out miles upon miles, seeking your footfalls… Because you had been barefoot. Shoes long lost to the Grass during Ross’s wooing. You hoped the convenience store clerk didn’t notice. She either hadn’t or was too polite to say anything. Too bad there hadn’t been a drive-through.    
“Good,” Ross continued, “you’re going to need all the nutrients you can get. Need to keep your strength up. For all the fucking.” 
A giggle bolted from your mouth. The sky was darkening but you spotted a Plymouth Fury. So you were entering the Tall Grass where you’d exited. For the last time, probably. 
“And the birthing, of course. I’ll help with that.” 
“Like you did with Becky?”
It just slipped out. Ross smoothly parked your vehicle. For a wild second, you imagined plowing through the vegetation. Mowing it down. Ripping open packs of snacks, scattering, and stomping on them. Their saltiness ensuring nothing green grew there ever again as you smooshed them into the ground. 
“Now, ______,” Ross chastised, rolling down your window. Like you needed fresh air. “I’m not a certified midwife, but we’re going to have help. I want our babies to be safe and healthy just as much as you do.”
His tone made you feel childish. Throwing a temper tantrum wasn’t going to help. Your face flushed further as he poked at your panties. 
“Look, all those hormones aren’t just making you wet. They’re also giving you nesting instincts.”
“They are?” you asked, snapping your eyes away from the Grass. The blades of which sought you out like sunlight. If it wasn’t dusk, you might have noticed the large clumps of pollen wafting through the air. If it wasn’t dusk, and Ross hadn’t been massaging you through your underwear. 
You shut your eyes and inhaled. 
“Let me do the errands in the future, okay?” 
“Ross, someone might see usssss.” Your plea quickly turned into a hiss of pleasure. He’d pulled aside the soaked cotton to reveal your warm cunt. His thumb teased your slit, making you try to push yourself onto it. Mr. Humboldt’s current favorite hole of yours leaked onto his hands. 
“We got a gusher!”
Your thighs tried to rub together, but your spouse quickly withdrew his thumb before prying apart both soft limbs. 
“Uh uh. Take your skirt off.”
You nodded, obediently unbuttoning. However, the skirt was actually part of a dress with a differently patterned top and bottom. As soon as Ross caught sight of your soon-to-be swollen breasts, the last thread of his restraint unraveled. 
“Fuck, I’m so greedy for your body.”
His face burrowed into your tits, supported by a front-fastening bra. Once unlocked, they sprang free, ready to get sucked by Ross for nine months straight. And afterwards. His hands stayed on your legs. Squeezing them tighter and tighter, till you cried out. Wanting to suckle each nipple, but unsure which to start on, he nuzzled the cleft of your breasts. 
“Twins mean double the milk. And quads-!”
He groaned, unable to resist your now yielding thighs. Or your puffy nips or the fact you had an unfilled gap hot and dripping. You hadn’t been penetrated for almost half a day, which was a problem. Unless asleep, Ross knew you needed at least a couple fingers inside your warm hole. Preferably a cock, though. He needed to be stretching you out for childbirth. Make it feel almost weird not to have something inside you. 
(The fact that’s not how vaginae worked wouldn’t occur until post-nut clarity. Ross was just that psyched for you to deliver quadruplets.) 
If your nethers got too sore, he’d love to sandwich himself between plump tits. Plumpening tits.
“Ross, take me inside the grass.”
Your husband complied, leading you by the waist. The tips of your nips hardened, reaching out for the Grass’s blades. Ross matched your smile as the greenery encased you both. Looking forward to ______’s birth canal getting plugged, overflowing with cum, bearing brood after brood after brood. You were spot on about the Tall Grass’s desire to share its fecundity. About making Mr. Humboldt’s length swell only at the thought of worshiping your arable body.
Letting you go had been a fun experiment. Ross would be in charge of grocery shopping from now on, though. It didn’t need you to touch the Rock. Not yet. Not with its pollen keeping you compliant and, more importantly, aroused.
The newlyweds were enjoying their stroll to the center of the contiguous United States. You absentmindedly fingered your coochie, prepping it for more breeding, while one of Ross’s hands slid up to work a nipple. 
Yeah, you were going to enjoy maternity. 
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funkylittlebidiot · 1 year
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Harley: *to Tony* dad, I need some help
Stephen: aww this sounds like a real father-son conversation so I’m just going to step back -
Stephen: *grabs chair and sits down* - and watch this all go horribly wrong
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inkblotm · 11 months
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HENRY BOWERS
Well guys... I read 'It' and... this happened. I just don't know if all of you know how good the description of Henry Bowers is and how great a villain. I loved It. Loved It. So here you go, a fanart of Henry from the book by Stephen King.
I think im gonna do more. The issuesssss
DO NOT COPY OR POST TO OTHER WEBSITES
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cleabellanov · 5 months
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What if season 2 sounds interesting and I am really curious to see what they will do with it, all during the holiday season.
But until then, let me tell you something about season 1! The 4th episode : "What if...Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands" has to be my favourite one. That's because of its darkest themes, and, along with the last episode:"What if...The Watcher broke his oath" bring the characters really close to the Watcher, something that doesn't normally happen except in desperate, doomed situations. Also, Strange Supreme is a really interesting and powerful villain, because he interacted with The Watcher, and, ultimately, Uatu searches for Strange in his decimated universe, because he needs his help. That is a lot of power for one character.
We learned that The Watcher interfering isn't a thing that normally happens. It is a last measure, after Ultron threatens to defeat Uatu and the Multiverse. The Watcher can't let that happen, which is why he finally breaks his rules.
Until the 10th of November 2023 (yes I'm talking about the Loki finale) the Multiverse was, for Marvel's Cinematic Universe and its fans, simply the question of "What if?", which is why the series is called that too. But now, anything is possible. What we'll see in the episodes of season 2 is happening somewhere, sometime, with the God of Stories watching over it. But wait, now we have 2 watchers? How does that work...?
Now I have another question: for how long has The Watcher been there? Because I don't really see his role coexisting with Loki's purpose at the end of time, and perhaps Uatu exists in either a very far past, or a very streched future from now on. Maybe his oath to not interfere is the key to not starting another Multiversal War, and it keeps the timelines separated, each on their own way. When he fails, it leads to Kang variants, and war, and the ultimate intsallement of the TVA. Orrr maybe in the future he'll take Loki's burden of the Multiverse so we can see him happy again? :)) I don't know.
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The episode titles for season 2 (via CanWeGetSomeToast on twitter) didn't necessarily wake my interest, but I'll still be happy to watch them. However, the last (9th) one...
"What if...Strange Supreme intervened"
Oh welllll. Things are getting twisted. The Watcher obviously has an oath. His title is fit for his purpose : watching over the Multiverse.
But Strange Supreme doesn't have such a thing as an oath. He was driven mad my his grief for Christine. The erasure of an Absolute Point in time ultimately destroyed that entire Universe, with Strange being the last and only one left alive of it all.
And he knows how it is to have your whole world ripped apart with The Watcher, well...just watching. So he has more chances to intervene in the Multiverse than anyone else right now, even The Watcher.
I don't know how likely it is for him to do this for someone's good, but maybe his own? Who could stop him? The Watcher, yes, but not before a though fight. Strange Supreme does not have rules, or an oath to respect. He might just do it, for better OR for worse.
That being said, thanks for reading!!
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sobeautifullyobsessed · 4 months
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So...
Tumblr is the only social media I use, for a variety of reasons. What I'd like to know is how prevalent is the reaction to what Marvel did to Doctor Strange Supreme on other social media sites, compared to what's happening here. Are we just a vocal but tiny group of Stephen stans, enraged that one of his Variants got completely boned again--or is this bordering on a majority opinion overall?
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tchopeta · 1 year
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Locked up (Stephen Strange x You)
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Pairing : Stephen Strange x reader
Summary : You’re a villain and your favorite magician come to visit you in prison ;)
Words : 362
(English is not my first language... I hope you will enjoy it anyway ! :))
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You sat alone in your cell, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. You wore a smug expression, as if you were completely unfazed by your current predicament. Your orange jumpsuit did nothing to detract from your stunning beauty.
Suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You looked up to see Doctor Strange walking towards your cell. You rolled your eyes at the sight of him.
"What do you want, Strange?" you asked, your tone dripping with disdain.
"Oh, just thought I'd come and see how you're doing," he replied with a smirk.
You scoffed. "Save it, Doc. You're not fooling anyone."
Stephen leaned against the bars of your cell, crossing his arms. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be the most dangerous woman in the world, you sure don't seem too bothered by being stuck in this little box."
You raised an eyebrow. "And you think that's supposed to intimidate me?"
Strange chuckled. "No, I just find it amusing. You always act so high and mighty, but here you are, locked up like a common criminal."
You narrowed your eyes. "Watch it, Strange. You don't want to make an enemy out of me."
"Oh, I'm not worried," Doctor Strange said dismissively. "You're all bark and no bite, Y/N. You're just a spoiled little rich girl who got in over her head."
Your eyes blazed with anger. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Doc. I am more powerful than you could ever imagine."
Doctor Strange chuckled again. "Is that so? Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
You scowled at him as he turned to leave. "I hate you, Strange," you called after him.
Doctor Strange turned back to you with a smirk. "I know," he said, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
You seethed in your cell, feeling both infuriated and strangely exhilarated by your exchange. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards Stephen Strange, even if you despised him at the same time. Maybe being locked up wasn't so bad after all.
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remember in the doctor strange end credits when they established baron mordo as an upcoming villain and then they forgot about it in favor of having wanda destroying the multiverse?? yeah
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I will not stand for Stephen Strange slander like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VIlrrQndG8
Well, that's a load of bullshit. I get not liking a character but this is such a basic misunderstanding of Stephen that I don't even know where to start.
I'm seeing a pattern lately in fandom that is starting to worry me a bit. I see many fans listing the mistakes of the heroes and using that to claim they're not actually heroes because they made a mistake or they were wrong once in the past. It's a weird belief that unless the heroes are perfect and do everything right, one single mistake is enough to condemn them. Or not even a mistake, if they take action and the outcome is anything but ideal and perfect and results in zero casualties, these fans will tear them apart.
Another thing that worries me is how many fans seem to be so against disobeying rules. I've seen this in discussions regarding CW, Wanda and now Stephen. A character not following rules is enough reason to be called a villain in these fans' eyes. But that only applies to the heroes though. The villains who do in fact break those rules are usually justified and coddled, their intentions assumed to be better than they really are and they're almost automatically made sympathetic by these fans.
Related to that, I've also noticed a lot of talk about the heroes sacrificing something big to save someone, and these fans wondering why would they even bother to do that. Like OP wonders why Stephen would get into so much trouble to save America's life when she's not that important and incursions are far more relevant. It blows my mind that these fans need to have it explained to them that yes, heroes do in fact save people. That's the whole point of their existence and the people they save don't need to be VIPs or crucial to the story, even if it's just one civilian... you gotta save them too. Do we really need to explain this now?
In Stephen's case, the whole point of his first movie is that he has to learn and let go of his need for control and his unmovable beliefs. It's to get him out of his comfort zone so that he will be open to other people's views so that he will see beyond himself. The OP just lists his mistakes and claims those are the only things that define him while at the same time completely ignoring every single time he showed he had learnt from them.
The NWH hate doesn't surprise me, Stephen was misunderstood heavily by a lot of fans in that movie, but I gotta say what bothers me the most is that OP seems to believe everyone suffered from the Snap... and what, Stephen didn't? The one man who had to watch 14 million different outcomes, who had to sacrifice his own life and had the weight of the entire universe upon his shoulders, who is most likely traumatized by it, he didn't suffer? No empathy at all for him?
And what's worse, OP blames Stephen for Wanda's behaviour. Lovely. Not the Darkhold, no, it's Stephen's fault. He should have reasoned with her. It's not like he literally tried to do that in the garden. 🙄
But this thing OP says is like a slap in the face: "Strange learnt nothing from any of this. He is still going to break the rules and cause problems because, ultimately, he's not really the one paying the price."
He's not the one paying the price. Unfuckingbelievable.
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Arrest me at this point. LMAO
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watchingwisteria · 2 years
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not to split hairs or whatever but wanda isn’t even a full-on villain in multiverse of madness, she’s an anti-villain. she’s been influenced by the darkhold and her own incredibly traumatic past, leading her to believe that what she’s doing isn’t wrong but is simply her taking what happiness in life she thinks is owed to her and that she thinks she can get. is what did objectively wrong? yes, but she didn’t know that. the moment she realized it, really realized it, when she looked in the faces of her terrified children, she stopped and corrected her course. if wanda were truly evil, she would have wanted america’s power in order to inflict evil on the world or something along those lines, and she wouldn’t have stopped just because her kids were afraid of her. but that’s not what happened, because at her core, wanda is still capable of good. misguided, misled, and deprived of stability, love, and safety, but still can be good.
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