People are free to think what they want but I will never understand the criticism of WandaVision being about "Wanda just being a love interest," or her story just being there to serve the male character when ... objectively it's the fucking opposite. Wanda is the main character in WandaVision. The show is pretty much entirely from Wanda's perspective (and honestly I think the show could have done more for Vision and that his perspective was severely lacking considering all that happens but that's another topic).
Wanda's story being about her grief and loss over a man doesn't make it any less her story. Hell, how many male characters have stories where their grief over the loss of a female character is what drives the story? A fucking lot! Except, usually, especially in male-driven narratives the loss and grief leads to destruction or some revenge fantasy where Wanda's story is mostly about creation (albeit she does do some mind control as well lol).
This criticism just comes across as incredible disingenuous to me because it requires you to somehow restructure the entire show to be about Vision when it's about Wanda.
The only way I can see anybody coming away with this point of view is if you only heard the concept of the show and didn't watch it and instead based your assumptions of the show entirely on tropes from other media. Because, yes, there is a problem of female characters being used solely to help uplift a male character's story but not this one.
Not fucking this one.
And also. I'm so tired of the: "wanda lost her parents and their brother but didn't create a fake reality to be with them" it's about the cumulative loss!!! It's about how she keeps having to grieve over and over again!!!
"It’s… it’s just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I… it’s just gonna drown me."
When her parents died, she had Pietro. When Pietro died, she found a new life in the Avengers and Vision helped her cope and grieve. And then Vision died and she had no one left.
She keeps loving people and keeps losing them. She keeps standing up, moving on from grief, and then she gets knocked back down again. And this time she did not get back up. (She does by the end of the show though)
I think previous MCU films did a shit job of portraying her grief over Pietro as his character doesn't even have a mention after AoU, so that's a valid criticism, but WandaVision does address her grief over Pietro—he isn't ignored—so to act like WandaVision is just about Vision is so ridiculous.
Because it isn't even just about Wanda losing one person.
It's about how Wanda keeps losing people and how she finally met someone who she thought she could have a life with (I'm not gonna bother addressing the critisms of Wanda's fantasies being "patriarchal" or heteronormative" cause she created a world where she was married and had kids but those comments piss me off too) and that was taken from her too until she had nothing left.
If Wanda's life wasn't marred by such trauma and loss—if her parents hadn't been killed in such a way and if her brother hadn't died then I don't think losing Vision wouldn't have "drowned" her as it did. Because she would have had a support system and she wouldn't already have the "cracks" that this final push of loss led to shattering.
And a large part of why Wanda reacted as she did was because she wasn't given room to mourn! That's the whole point of the scene where Wanda asks to have Vision's body and was denied. This whole show wouldn't have happened if Wanda was given the chance to mourn him and bury him.
I'm delving a bit into headcanon here, but I doubt her parents have graves. I highly doubt it. Lots of people likely died in those bombings, some bodies never recovered; its possible there's a memorial for the loss of life to all those dead or likely a mass grave but Wanda was probably never given the opportunity to truly mourn her parents. She was an orphaned child with only her brother who was equally traumatized to comfort her; they didn't get the proper emotional support they needed as children to grieve healthily.
And tbh ... I'd like to believe Pietro had a funeral. But we don't know what happened to Pietro's body. Only that it's "on another continent." So I don't know if Wanda was able to bury Pietro's body either and while she had Vision to help her grieve there is something very powerful about burial and funeral rites in the mourning process.
There's a reason why people fight for the right to have a funeral.
So, again, to reiterate for the final time:
It wasn't just about losing Vision. It was about how over and over again Wanda has lost the people she's love and how finally she is truly and utterly alone. It's about how she wasn't (and likely hasn't in the past either been) given time to mourn and wasn't given any agency or control in the death through being denied his body—also essentially having their relationship denied and her boyfriend dehumanized because "he was never [her's]" since he's "government property"—and the power to give him a funeral.
The show is about Wanda being denied the ability to mourn and grieve. To diminish it by pretending it's just another show where a woman's life "revolves around a man" is such a disingenuous criticism.
who helps with homework and does all the fancy projects?
Last one for today, I will resume in the afternoon most likely, after I get some sleep. This has been so fun and has really helped the work night move quicker!
- Early on, either Wanda or Vision would drive the boys to school. Once they got a little older though, they took the school bus. Initially Wanda or Vision (or both) would stand with them at the designated school bus stop spot but eventually the boys assured their parents they could do it by themselves. And they did just fine.
- Vision is the homework helper. He’s a lot more patient and a great teacher. Wanda usually just gives them the answer. Vision makes sure to teach it. He pulls up diagrams and graphs and all kinds of videos and tutorials on how to do more complex math problems as they get older. The boys kind of roll their eyes when they’re in higher grades, but they still appreciate dear old dad helping them out.
- Wanda helps with the fancy projects. She’s the crafty one, helping cut and paste and all of that good stuff. Vision is on hand to hold things in place while glue dries and things like that.
- They both go to parent night. Vision in his human disguise, Wanda clinging to his arm. Someone is about to talk to them about their own boys. Their own perfect, precious little boys. What if they say something bad? How do you react to that? But in the end it goes just fine. They’re both a joy to have in class though Billy does get a little chatty now and then, so he needs to be reminded to be silent while others work. He’s just getting his work done quicker than the rest. He got that from his dad ;)
So, well... You know how much I hate Tim Drake, right?
But in a way, I legitimately KNOW that this is really subjectif, and that people who stan him didn't really do anything wrong (except being hella annoying and having terrible tastes to my mind, but it's not the subject.)
However, it's something else for Wendy Mayomoff, aka MCU Wanda Maximoff (she's really cool in the comics btw)
Like.. You genuinely come here and stan an abusive neo-nazi? That's fucked up dude.
Like, I would prefer declaring myself a Tim stan than to give a sparkle of empathy to this whitewashed Nazi anytime.
"You know, I'm actually shocked I put off watching marvel for so long" Charlie says amongst our Marvel marathon. "It's because your so hung up on the Harry Potter series and literally in love with Hermione" I say. "What can I say she's my favorite and super smart" she says. "Whatever there are better characters" I say and unpause what we're watching.
She paused it again. "No go on what's so wrong with Hermione? Not like you have a problem with the series because your obsessed with Draco Malfoy and like he's mean and has daddy issues" she says. "You leave Draco out of these he was just raised wrong" I say. "Daddy issues" she says. "Yeah well you have mommy issues" I say frustrated. "Yeah well you have both" she says almost as red as her hair.
"Ladies, ladies no need to fight your in love with eachother and fighting over fictional characters like come on" Dean says. We both glare at him and he takes off running like he's in Scooby-Doo.
We unpaused what we're watching and don't talk to eachother for a while.
"I'm sorry" Charlie says.
We kiss and make up. "Honestly it's so stupid we always fight eachother on characters" She says.
"Totally" I agree with a nod.
"I'm enjoying watching this franchise with you, also I'm enjoying this tv series" She says.
"Glad you like it I do too, but can I just say Wanda is totally hot" I say.
"Glad we can agree on something" She says.
"Just saying I'm going as Wanda next Fan Expo" I say
"I am not being Vision" She says with a glare.
"Then I guess we're just going to have to ship Wanda with another lady of marvel" I say and wink at her. She then smiles at me.
Hey if you are still taking any prompts today in the spirit of edible-fueled fun, what about if Wanda and Vision went to Lamaze class, and because she’s in the really horny stage of pregnancy she whispers some very explicit things to Vision. And they bolt (Wanda moreso waddles with Vision’s arm around her waist) to the car and get a quickie (or 2) in before they have to go home. They invested in tinted windows very early on.
“Deep breath in through the nose, ladies!”
Wanda sucked in the air, smelling the strong scent of cleaning products.
“Out through the mouth!”
Wanda complied, exhaling a big breath that moved her bangs.
“Why are we here again?” Wanda whispered up to Vision who was positioned behind her in a mock birth position. “We already did this with the boys.”
“Tradition, honey,” Vision whispered back, rubbing her shoulders. “Focus on your breathing.”
“I’d rather focus on you,” Wanda said, sitting up a little to get closer to Vision’s ear. “You’re so serious right now. It’s kind of working for me. If you could feel how wet I am...”
Vision, human disguise fully in tact, looked down at the floor. "Wanda! We're in public... it's working for you?"
“That’s what I said,” Wanda nodded, reaching up to run a hand through Vision’s hair. “Are you going to tell me what to do again, daddy?”
Vision swallowed hard. He knew where this was going.
“We still have 15 minutes of class left,” he said. “Let’s focus, Wanda.”
“I don’t want to,” Wanda whined. “I just want you.”
“How do we get out of here?” Vision asked, shifting uncomfortably in his spot. “We can’t just leave.”
He was definitely already hard, Wanda thought to herself.
“Do you want to or not, Vision,” Wanda said sternly. “I can get us out of here.”
“Yes, yes I want to,” Vision nodded vigorously. “But--”
“Oh no, it’s a text from the sitter!” Wanda piped up, holding her phone to her face and interrupting the class. “I’m so sorry but we have to sneak out. The sitter is having trouble with our boys.”
The class instructor nodded, smiling sympathetically as Vision took Wanda by the hand and whisked her out of the classroom toward the car.
"Backseat," Vision instructed, taking over the role that Wanda assigned to him during class. "On your back."
Wanda obeyed, sliding into the backseat of the car on her back as Vision came up over her, crawling between her legs and kissing her hard while grinding against her middle.
"You feel so good," Wanda moaned, wrapping her legs around Vision's waist.
"Take off your pants."
"Yes, sir," Wanda said with a smile, causing Vision to look away.
"Don't make me laugh," Vision whined. "This is tough enough as it is. Now take off your pants."
Vision watched as Wanda shimmied out of her pants and panties, leaving her with just her shirt on, round belly and her exposed middle, glistening wet.
"You're so stunning," Vision said before moving in for another kiss. Wanda opened her mouth, allowing Vision's tongue to sweep across her own tongue. "Ready?"
"So ready to feel you," Wanda murmured.
Rather than bothering with undoing his clothing, Vision simply phased out of them and phased out of his human disguise at the same time. He hovered over her and lined up his cock with her middle and pushed inside.
"Harder," Wanda requested. "Harder."
Vision thrust harder, knowing there wasn't much time before class let out. The last thing anyone needed to see was him and Wanda tangled up together naked in the backseat of the car. He pumped his hips, slipping through Wanda's wetness.
"Hard enough?" Vision growled, pounding into her with force. "Are you close?"
"So close," Wanda said, "just keep doing that."
Vision moaned and kept going, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer and as soon as he felt Wanda's walls constrict around his cock, he was done. Going rigid on top of Wanda as he spilled inside her.
They dressed quickly, hopping into the front seat to leave just as the class was letting out.
summary: you go to a restaurant with your boyfriend but catch the attention of the mysterious Wanda Maximoff
word count: 1,210
rating: 18+ 🔥
a/n: idk how I feel about this one, I'm off those sleeping pills 😜
((feel free to send in any request you may have))
Your boyfriend sat in front of you, talking at you about his stressful day; you could roll your eyes as he went on and on about how terrible his coworkers were. You knew as his girlfriend; you should care, but you couldn't find it in you to care at all because the woman at the bar had been making googly eyes at you as she stirred her finger in the whiskey that she drank.
"Are you even listening to me?" he snapped, causing you to remove your eyes from the woman and over to your boyfriend, whose expression had been full of anger. "yeah..." you trailed off, looking over his shoulder at the woman, her gaze was still fixed on you, a small smile tugging at her lips. He started talking once again, but you drowned him out as the girl raised an eyebrow in your direction. You squeezed your legs together when the girl bit her lip lightly; for a second, you thought that she was probably looking at someone else, but the place was nearly empty, and your table had been directly placed against the wall. She was looking at you, and that much was clear. "So I told him if he didn't like it, he could quit." He uttered, causing you to glance back at the man, humming lightly in response.
You couldn't believe how boring your boyfriend was; how you spent two years listening to his stories was beyond you. The girl let out a chuckle when you rolled your eyes. "I need to go to the bedroom," you spoke, suddenly dropping your napkin on your plate as you moved away from the table before he could even reply. The woman quickly noticed your intentions, waiting a moment to finish her glass before following in your footsteps.
As you moved to the restroom, you silently prayed that the woman would follow; you knew that it probably wouldn't work out that way. It took a moment of disappointment for you to realize that you seemed like you were just so desperate to get out of the relationship you had currently been in. You'd take anything you could get that wasn't your man, and it dawned on you in that second that if you weren't happy, you should leave him.
The sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts; from the mirror, you met the woman's soft yet powerful gaze. She had you under a spell. You were sure of it. "Why have you been staring at me?" you questioned.
You bit the inside of your cheek because your voice came out shakier than ever; it was embarrassing, honestly. No one had made you feel the way she had, she hadn't even spoken to you, and you were already weak in the knees. She smirked, her plump lips parted, waiting a moment before she said anything. "I couldn't help it." You didn't expect the accent, but now that you heard it, you knew that you'd imagine it for days; you were sure that you'd listen to it in your dreams. You weren't sure how you could respond to that; your mouth was dry, you couldn't find any words.
You cleared your throat, turning away from the mirror to look directly at the woman. She was even more beautiful the closer she got; you let out a soft breath, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you looked over her.
"What's your name?" you questioned quietly, causing a soft laugh to erupt from her throat. "Wanda," The woman whispered; Wanda wasn't sure what she expected from this encounter, but as she gazed at you, Wanda had an idea of what she wanted. "and you?"
"Y/N." she hummed in response, taking small steps towards you in a second. You backed yourself against the sink; your breath hitched in your throat when she had been directly in front of you, tilting her head to the side. You felt like her prey, incredibly small and vulnerable. "so pretty." she hummed, the tiniest smile on her lips as she gazed down at you. Her hand came up in an instant, softly brushing against your pink cheek. This had to be some sort of dream; this couldn't be happening right now.
You gasped lightly when the woman dipped her head down and brushed a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. When you chased her lips, she knew what you wanted; she was more than happy to give it to you so she ducked her head down again, her lips brushing against yours, causing you to let out a soft gaspy breath. She was too patient, taking far too long to kiss you, so you stood up on your toes and met the woman halfway. Her lips were soft and tasted of the strong whiskey, but overall, it was far more than enjoyable.
Once the two of you were at it, there was no stopping you as she deepened the kiss with every passing second, her hands grasping at every inch of your curves. Her tongue slipped past your lips when they parted. Her hands found your thighs, caressing your inner thighs teasingly before her hand traveled to your core. You gasped when her fingers brushed against your panties; she could already feel the wetness that had started to seep through. You were so thankful that you chose to wear a dress that evening.
You wondered if your boyfriend had been aware of how long you were gone but then suddenly, her fingers brushed the fabric to the side and began touching you directly; her fingers circled your clit. Your knees had given entirely out; you felt lucky that the sink was behind you because otherwise, you'd have nothing to grip onto. You broke the kiss when a moan fell past your lips, your eyes closed, and your head fell back.
It was incredible to wanda how quickly she could please you; she was sure that your boyfriend never made you finish before because she had hardly been touching you, and you were already so close to spilling out all over her. It was over for you when she pumped her fingers in and out of you. She hummed when her fingers grew wet from your juices; a shaky breathy moan echoed in the bathroom. "That was too easy." she hummed, slipping her fingers from inside of you, her lips pressed chaste kisses down your neck. You let out a gentle laugh, your eyes droopy and your arms weak.
It was all so surreal, one second, you had been having dinner with your boyfriend, and the next, you had been in some bathroom, getting fucked by some stranger. This wasn't like you at all, but you couldn't find it in you to regret it, that was until the woman left a soft kiss on your lips and began to turn and leave. "wait!" you called out, grasping her wrist causing a chuckle to escape past her lips. "I want more," you confessed.
"When you lose the man, you know where to find me." and with that, she broke from your hold and left. All you knew was you'd definitely be returning to this restaurant to find the mystery woman.
It was a total accident that you ran into the love of your life. Wanda Maximoff didn’t plan on it either. She sat in a coffee shop in a small town in middle America. The Avengers had tracked a high value target to this particular town and to this coffee shop.
You were the owner/ barista, just taking orders when you came face to face with those strikingly beautiful eyes. “I-I, may I take your order.“
She smiled and you were smitten instantly. “Just a cup of decaf please” she says with a bit of a Sokovian accent. Something about her just really seemed familiar but you brush it off and hand her the cup of decaf.
Everything about her entranced you. The way she walked. Her smile. Even the way she would drink her coffee. It’s like you could find no wrong with her. She was perfect.
She sat over on a little table, keeping an eye out for the culprit. Nothing. There were no other customers so you just went to cleaning the place. You stopped at her table and the two of you began talking. What deep conversations you had. Hours felt like minutes.
The two of you just fell deeper and deeper into what felt like love. But sadly she was yanked away by a guy who you swear looked like Captain America. Strange.
The rest of the day was a bore. The regular people came and went and eventually it was closing time. You cleaned and locked up when you heard a knock at the glass door.
You turned and there she was, smiling at you through the glass. “Is it too late to order a cup of coffee?” She said through beautiful red lips and pure white teeth.
You unlocked the door and welcomed her in. Best decision you ever made.