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#anyway this is MY mcu lol
theravenlyn-art · 6 months
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she was like an angel to me
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ourflagmeansgayrights · 7 months
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first the pirate poll drama and now the stucky fans are frothing at the mouth lmao. literally i think everyone just hates the ofmd fandom bc they want what we have (queer queer romance written by a diverse writers room that actually cares about the characters and the story they're telling)
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thelastharbinger · 1 year
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An interview in which Tenoch was asked how he deals with the social media backlash from his fellow compatriots, especially on Twitter, in response to his anti-racism message.
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funnyincorrectmcu · 1 year
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Peter: *bursts in* My day was just made. Tony: *smirks* What kind of dog was it?
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littlekinng · 3 months
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An ill-timed suggestion awakens a not so dormant fear, resulting in the revelation of several truths. (Or; Loki has a nosebleed. This has unexpected consequences.)
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lokiusly · 5 months
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was this part of the score on the show? what does it mean? let’s discuss! (also this part>>> everything else in the mcu combined)
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pbnmj · 1 year
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I wonder if, upon learning that Marc was the Host, "the original" in Steven's words, if Steven ever worried afterwards that he was being invasive.
All those things Konshu called him. Worm, parasite, idiot--were they all true now? Was he truly a parasite? A demon of some sort, occasionally possessing a victim of abuse? Leeching off of someone else's life?
Maybe for a while he stopped fronting. He'd stolen so much of Marc's life already, the least he could do was let Marc make it up as best he could. When he was in their inner world he would stay within his own area, never venturing out for fear of disturbing the place Marc's mind had made for him to feel safe.
And even after doing more research on DID and learning that he wasn't a demon, that he as an alter was just as valid a person as the host was, part of him just couldn't shake the feeling that he was a nuisance. A pest. An invasive species in the habitat that was Marc's mind and body.
It probably took a while for Marc to pick up on. Maybe even months. He can normally read people's emotions well, that's what happens when you're raised in an abusive home after all, but that’s all based on body language and expression, which is a bit harder to read when it's someone in your own body. But eventually he does sense it, he can feel the anxiety Steven feels when he needs to front, feels the relief when Marc comes back. And then he sees Steven out and about in their inner world and suddenly realizes he hasn't seen Steven outside his specific space in a long time. Not to mention the apologetic look he had on his face when Marc saw him, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have.
The final straw was when Steven ended up fronting for three days straight, and when Marc came back, the flat looked completely different than he left it. All Steven's books had been put away, tucked into shelves or stacked under the bed. Steven's clothes had been taken out of the closet and dresser as well, replaced by cardboard boxes at the top of the closet labeled with Steven's messy scrawl. His pyramid paperweight, the postcards from Gus's tank, and his rubiks cube were tossed haphazardly in to a wire wastebasket, right next to their unusually clean desk. All of Steven's favorite snacks had been cleared out of the fridge and cupboards, and Marc wondered if he'd eaten them or if he felt too guilty to allow himself even that.
The only trace of Steven left in the flat was the pair of fish in the now postcard-less fishtank. He wondered if Steven was worried he'd let them die, seeing as how they were just another reminder of his presence.
And that's when Marc knew exactly what was going on. After all, it hadn't been too long since he was the one hiding his possessions around the flat, trying to make his presence as invisible as possible.
He took Steven's things out of the trash. He unpacked Steven's clothes and carefully put them back where they belonged. He took Steven's books out from under the bed and stacked his favorites on the nightstand for him to read. And Marc went out and bought all of Steven's favorite snacks again, even the ones he hated himself. He put on the soft pajamas Steven always liked to wear, even though they made him feel too hot.
There was a rather emotional talk that night.
It probably took a while for Steven to feel comfortable in his own body again. To stop feeling like he was taking up someone else's life, to feel like he was just as much of a person as Marc was. Sometimes he still felt so guilty that he would hide his possessions again, or he'd write notes to Marc saying that it was okay if he never wanted to let Steven front again, and that Steven wouldn't bother him anymore and he could just disappear.
But eventually with time, and therapy, Steven realized that he wasn't taking up Marc's life, not any more than Marc took up Steven's. They were living life together, and that was wonderful. And when Marc returned after letting Steven front for a week to find that he'd bought five more books and was eating the wasabi nuts Marc hated so much, he knew Steven would be alright.
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lastavenged · 4 months
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Prompts from Post-Cotial, In Bed, or Honey Come Back memes -> Accepting -> @mistrdctr -> "I was thinking about redecorating the living room." (literally whoever you want to throw lol)
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Oh, this ought to be good. She rolls over from her side to her stomach, folding her arms in front of her and props her head on top of one of her wrists. The warrior glances her way around the bedroom but she knows the state of his living room; once upon a time her living room had looked the same. Mystical accoutrements put on display as well kept in glass and warded by any form of magic.
She's not a sorcerer, a magician, a witch, or any kind of known spellcaster. No Scarlet Witch or Doctor Strange by any means, but being the mythical werewoman Tigra of the Cat People came with its own inherent understanding of monsterdom and magics. Once a former apartment of hers was adorned with relics, artifacts, and mystic tools associated with the Cat People, warded by their own spell work until it was robbed from her.
Green eyes squint toward Stephen, a light laugh starting on her lips. ❝ Really, you going to try make it more appealing for guests? ❞ A tease because she's a guest herself in this house today. None of it bothered her, felt right like an old home. Other occasions, she's an ally of the Sanctum and of great value too; no one was a better tracker than she was. ❝ I think you're lacking in curses that render any grubby hands into mewling kittenflesh. ❞
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mossflower · 6 months
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loki season two has me screaming crying throwing up trying not to get dragged back into the mcu trenches
#i am stronger than this. i am better than this!!#by the trenches i mean consuming fanfiction at an unhealthy rate. fourteen year old me was insane i think i was on ao3 more than i slept#that’s not exaggeration. i was getting four hours of sleep on school nights and frequently went to bed at 5am on weekends#it is ONE good story. one. literally not worth it. i don’t even care about ninety percent of the mcu characters#i will ignore the little voice in my head reminding of the sheer amount of fanfiction. this was my pre-tumblr days#so my fandom interaction was like. youtube and ao3. maybe instagram posts sometimes. it was so much fun like. zero drama zero discourse#i was honestly living my best life. got less interested when i joined tumblr and went full doctor who mode#and after endgame i watched i think wandavision and loki and that was it. just didnt care anymore lol#i know exactly why this is happening tho. currently the thing i am insane about is my own damn project. which i am in the process of writin#for obvious reasons no fandom there. bc it lives in my mind twenty four fucking seven#i do wonder if i’m kind of growing away from fandom anyway? the closest i’ve got since toh ended was homestuck tbh#i want to feel obsessed with something again!! everything i’m into now - tma tlt and the like - i love them#but it doesnt hit like it used to. i don’t know it’s hard to explain#like video essays that i would have loved a few years ago!! the hour long ones about representation and queer media#they just irritate me now! i got halfway through one last week and had to bail i just could not care less#how did 2020 social media have me convinced that x character being gay was super important politically economically socially etc#ofc the answer is that i was a baby lesbian getting even less social interaction than normal#like representation is important obviously but also. sometimes it was not that deep#i don’t know if i’m making sense tbh but you get my drift#morganposting
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snivycat-art · 2 years
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..."I wonder what fishes dream about..."... 🌟🐟🌙
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issuedsideways · 1 year
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thinking about howard's childhood. thinking fruit stand thoughts
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little-cereal-draws · 2 years
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Going on a queer platonic museum date with Steven Grant:
I've never written anything like this before and I generally don't like reading them either, but this fandom is so full of smut that I feel like I had to make this
These are all day events; they easily can go for about six hours. You meet out front on the steps, both armed with your tickets, water bottles, and comfiest shoes.
If it's a museum you've been to before, you go straight to your favorite halls and just exist in there, glancing over the plaques and exhibits but mostly just enjoying the familiar feel of the room and the artifacts.
You grab his hand and pull him around to show him all the stuff you love. You can't decide what highlights to show him, so you stop at every single plaque in the hall. It takes about 40 minutes to get through just one room, but he looks quite interested so you press on.
Whether it's ancient pottery, modern art, chemical reactions, fashion, history, etc, he listens very intently and interjects with questions every so often which you are more than happy to answer. You tell him all the stories behind each exhibit, either about the content it displays or how the exhibit itself was made, and he just drinks it up with a smile almost as big as yours.
Then it's his turn. Of course, he leads you by the hand to the Egypt wing and goes on long tangents about each thing on display. Ancient Egypt might not be your favorite topic in the world, but it's interesting and you listen, watching his eyes sparkle as he recounts yet another myth.
It's a bit complicated but you make mental note of each god, place, date, and important event he lists, filing them away to have conversations about later. You make sure to do your best remembering all of it because you know it's important to him; he does the same thing with your interests.
There's nothing like the joy of a close friend starting a conversation about something you're passionate about. Knowing that they know this topic is important to you and even though they might not care about that topic, they care enough about you to talk about it. A true sign of love.
If there's still time before the museum closes and a new temporary exhibit is up, you hit it on the way out. You both go at your own pace, gravitating to the sections that interest you the most.
When you find a particularly interesting fact, your face lights up and you go find him. Tugging on his sleeve, you lead him from the plaque he was reading and show him your newfound fact, the excitement audible your voice as you explain it. The two of you do this back and forth, walking the entire length of the exhibit to find the other and share what you've learned.
After a full day of walking around with nothing but water to fill your stomach, you realize your hands are shaking and feet are aching as the excitement of new knowledge wears off. You think about going home but he suggests going to a restaurant to get dinner. You accept.
Over dinner your conversation turns to upcoming plans and exciting life stories. He tells you about his latest adventures with strangers on the bus and entitled customers in the gift shop and catches you up on how Marc and Jake are doing. You tell him about your latest school assignment and weekend trip you have planned.
Dinner is fantastic.
It's dark now and you walk together as far as you can until you have to go your separate ways. It hurts to say goodbye even though you know you can see him any time.
Standing at the bus stop, he pulls you in for a tight hug and says "I had a really great time today. We should do this again, yeah?" You agree that yeah, you definitely should.
You kiss him on the cheek before untangling yourself from his arms and walking away with a smile and a wave. He smiles and waves back.
"Laters gators!" "Laters!"
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thormanick · 2 months
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I think it could be very, very funny if “great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends” turned out to be a foreshadowing for how Alastor’s overall character arc will end in the future
Idk I think it would be veeeeeeery fun to throw in such type of foreshadowing at the end of the first season only for it to come true several seasons later. Like, who would suspect?
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edithdraws · 1 year
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Do you guys believe that in 2023 I'll actually post more than 3 drawings a year
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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months
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Help I just finished watching the Winter Soldier, after seeing the gifs in your blog. Too many memories unlocked I want to cry 😭😭😭
YESSSSSSSS HAHAHA IM SO GLAD 🥳 (istg every time I spam reblog gifs of a movie I watched, someone either ends up rewatching it bcs of me or talks to me abt the movie, so I'm so glad!!!!! Please join me in brainrot and come talk to me about it thank you 🙏🙏 please. I am in hell thank you 🥰)
I need to actually rewatch the whole movie at some point instead of just hyperfixating on clips that make me feel like a feral dog(mostly the one fight scene, iykyk), but like you said, it's bound to just end up making me cry bcs of the memories 🥹🤧
But lol yeah every once in a while I find myself coming back around to it, and just being reminded of how good that movie is in all aspects. But rn im just so obsessed again w just Bucky in general(particularly tho him as the Winter Soldier 🫢) HE'S SO !!!!!!!!!!!!! Y'KNOW?????? F1 break is taking too long, so a week ago, I was like ah im gonna go back and reread some fics, and I've been extremely deep in brainrot ever since. Just thinking abt him all day, downloading pics, reading fic, etc. But like today finally reached the breaking point of: okay fine ill go look at gifs. Bcs ive been stalking pinterest too much and downloading random stuff, so I wanted it to actually be on my blog. But yes. Look at him. Look at my boy. I feel feral.
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Why did they make him so pretty/hot, why would they do this to me. Why did they have him wear a muzzle, why won't it stop haunting my thoughts. The fucking leather outfit. Etc etc.
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