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starsstripesandstark 1 month
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Songs I Think The Glee Characters Would Sing If the Show Was Happening In 2024 But It Quickly Gets Very Unserious
Rachel: Good For You Olivia Rodrigo
Quinn: If We Ever Broke Up Mae Stephens
Santana: About Damn Time Lizzo
Mercedes: This Ain't Texas Beyonce
Mr. Shu: Super Freaky Girl Nicki Minaj
Kurt: What Was I Made For Billie Eilish
Blaine: I'm Just Ken Ryan Gosling (right after Kurt's song)
Arty: Pull The Trigger from Spider-Man Turn Off The Dark
Sue: Funny Honey from Chicago (about Will Schuester)
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starsstripesandstark 1 month
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I loved Madame Web because it reminds me (a film major) that a production studio will produce my movie as long as I crush someone with a Pepsi Cola sign
5 out of 5 stars :)
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starsstripesandstark 2 months
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The lights were hot and beat down on Carol as she stepped inside the club. There was a ringing -- so loud Carol wasn't sure if it came from somewhere deep inside the crowd on from the gash throbbing in time with her heart on the side of her face.
It was a bloody fight; Dirty, brutal, and so painful that Carol's insides sung for the violence. (Like Maria right before she died. Gorgeous and fierce as her illness tore her apart from the inside, pulling and twisting within her.)
Carol swayed with the room as she shouldered her way to the bar. She looked around, trying to spot a familiar face as her pager beeped against her hip.
Carol rubbed at the bridge of her nose in a tempt to subside the formidable ache collecting behind her eyes. It pushed against her skull like enemy soldiers against weak territory.
It reminded her of her days with the Kree. The ache that the suppressants built would sometimes spread from limb to limb, sitting heavy on her bones. Sometimes it would keep her thoughts muddy, other times it would keep her condemned to her bed.
Carol lifted a hand to the bartender as she found herself a seat at his bar. She looked down at her side; a deep cut from those holographic knifes. That was what was so cheap about the fight. She knew shady stuff could be found in these parts of the universe, but seeing Stark tech was a surprise. Tony was a friend, God rest his soul, and being stabbed and ripped open in such a quick and unkind way made it hurt even more. Carol didn't have much time to tend to the wound at the time, but now was one of the few moments of rest she had between saving and fixing the universe post-Thanos.
"One shot of whatever's strongest, and one bottle of whatever's stronger than that." She implored the bartender when he gave her a waiting look.
The moment the bartender turned away to start putting together her drinks, Carol returned to her wounds: this time the open wound on her knee.
Not only had the bastard used claws to rip open her (brand new, mind you) suit, but also the skin and muscle surrounding her knee cap. Carol didn't often find herself twisting in her seat over a injury, but something about this made the acid in her empty stomach rise high enough to burn the back of her throat.
"Ahem."
Carol looked up, catching the bartender's grimace before he fixed his features back to the passive "I don't care" expression Carol supposed his sported every shift.
"Thank you," Carol murmured, reaching out for the shot and the bottle he set in front of her.
Carol took the shot and unceremoniously poured half onto her knee. She hissed at the burn. It must have been a liquor Xandar because not only did it smell like a mix of Terran body odor and passion fruit that the Xandarians oddly loved, but it also started eating away at her clothes like acid in a cloud of steam.
"Jesus." Carol hissed at the pain, took a deep breath, and poured the rest over the wound on her side.
She got a look from the alien sitting next to her, and she bared her teeth at him. He quickly looked away, making himself busy by starring at the incredibly informative concrete countertop.
Carol held back her smirk, but felt her eyebrow raise disobediently. Carol turned back to her task at hand.
Next step: drink herself into a undisturbed slumber with whatever drink the bartender chose to give her.
Based on the label it oddly looked like something found in Wakanda. Carol had only had one chance to try Wakandan booze. After being enlightened by the Wakandan's ancient fermentation process, by the wonderful Nakia, Carol had the pleasure of learning that a couple of glasses managed to get even her slightly inebriated.
Carol settled into her seat, preparing herself for the long night ahead and used her powers to whisk off the cap. It went flying across the bar, landing into some unsuspecting alien's drink.
She took one last scan of the club, seeing if she could spot a companion. Her shoulders drooped slightly when there was no sign who she was looking for.
The other must have been busy. That was probably why her pager was buzzing practically every other second, begging for her attention. If she looked, among the floods of calls for Carol to fix this next thing, would be one of the only numbers Carol had memorized. She would call it and there would be a firm and distant apology-- like an email from a friendly acquaintance. And that would be the night. It would end just the same as it would if Carol didn't.
So, Carol lifted the bottle in a silent cheers with God and took a swig.
"Long night?" The bottle slipped from Carol's fingers, and she just barley caught it in her shock before it crashed on the ground. She looked around at the sound of the familiar voice before, spinning around in her chair and to come face to face with Valkyrie.
She glowed in the club's harsh lighting -- like a beacon.
"Oh, Captain, my Captain." Valkyrie smiled, just enough for her lips to part and her teeth to shine through.
Carol found herself beaming in return and lifted the bottle to Valkyrie.
"I hoped to find you here."
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starsstripesandstark 2 months
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what鈥檚 the fandom you鈥檝e been in for the longest? what鈥檚 your most recent fandom?
well i've been a marvel fan for such a long time! but they also piss me off a lot.
my most recent obsession has got to be Abbott Elementary! The new season is so so good!
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starsstripesandstark 2 months
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We open to ME, your fave, trembling on the Hot Pink Stage. I'm nervous. I knew I should've glued down my wig better, but alas, I didn't, and now I'm paying for it. I look over at the sickening RuPaul. She's a BECON of blonde hair and fierce reads.
She doles out my sentence: "The time has come. For you to lip sync. For. Your. LIFE!"
She wishes me good luck, giving me one last piece of advice, that I will take to my grave; "Don't fuck it up."
THEN: my song starts to play...
TL;DR: essentially I made a playlist of all my dream lip sync songs if for some reason I would ever find myself on the show.
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starsstripesandstark 2 months
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I NEED NOAH KAHAN AND FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE TO DO A COLLAB ON "ORANGE JUICE" RIGHT NOW (please)
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starsstripesandstark 3 months
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"and now i've lost you too. maybe...maybe there was a reason you had to be on the other side of every argument. how you could be my rudder, steering me when others couldn't...i don't know if i can do it without you...i certainly won't do it as well...i miss your battle cry"
Loeb, Jeph, Cassady, John. "Fallen Son:聽The聽Death of Captain America #5" Iron Man, Marvel Comics, Accessed 1 Jan 2007
A Spotify playlist by yours truly that give me the vibes of Steve and Tony from Marvel :)
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starsstripesandstark 3 months
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what absolutely blows me away is the complete lack of commitment Marvel has to making any of the "big" characters queer. like there are little attempts at it here and there, but all fan service is usually for the straight fandom.
i think the biggest culprit of this "phenomenon" (for lack of a better term) has got to be peggynat in What If...
In the first episode, when we see them together, they are going through the exact same mission/situation that we saw Steve and Natasha go through in Captain America and the Winter Solider. Now, I'll give Marvel credit here: Peggy and Natasha's banter is very similar to Steve and Natasha's. It's leaning to the flirtatious side, allowing fans to add their little spins on it. However, the difference in the two scenes is that one leads to a dramatic kiss ("You still uncomfortable?" "That's not exactly the word I would use.") and the other leads to a wink that only got us peggynat fans hoping.
However, when the second season of What If... aired, I was disappointed. After such great build up with Peggy Carter's story sticking closely to Steve's in the MCU, I thought it allowed opportunity for a smooth transition for Peggy to be Marvel's first bisexual character seen on the screen. But the show took a sharp turn into the Steve x Peggy route, something that Marvel continues to push despite a large amount of Queer fans resonating with Steve's story and pushing for him to be queer.
And this isn't the only time Marvel has done this. Marvel has made several lazy attempts at making characters queer, such as Star Lord being bisexual, and yet he never talks about or shows remote interest in anyone except the opposite sex. Valkyrie in Thor was celebrated when Tessa Thompson declared that there can't be a king without a queen, hinting that Valkyrie would get a girlfriend only for Marvel to through to story line away and sub in a rushed and forgotten about relationship between Valkyrie and some random girl (their only screen time together being Valkyrie kissing the nameless girl's hand).
So, in conclusion: I'm tired of it. Marvel needs to work on getting some real representation.
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