#if daredevil and red skull had a baby

[horrorslashergirl]

Slasher OC: Alexander Chirilă (Update)

Authors Note: He was supposed to be a supporting character, but my brain developed his character more and decided to make him a full on OC.

Full Name: Alexander Chirilă

Nickname(s): Ally, Alex, Sasha, Black Killer, Panther, Blackburn, Colton

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Nationality: Romanian

Place of Birth: Bucharest, Romania

Current Location: Travels all around the world to find his twin brother to kill him (formerly), Traveling alongside his brother and sister (Currently)

Occupation: Assassin

Languages: Romanian, English, Japanese, Greek, and Belarusian

Appearance:

Height: 6'8

Weight: 240lbs

Body Type: Atheltic

Skin Color: Warm Beige

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Short on the sides and longer on top, unlike his twin brother Decebal, his hair isn't wavy, has a spikier look

Eye Color: Pale Grey, almost white, giving the impression he is blind

Clothing: His clothes are all black, wearing combat gear that consists of black shirts and black jackets, black cargo pants, and black combat boots, black gauntlet gloves. He also wears knee and elbow protection along with a tactical bulletproof vest and utility belt where he carries his weapons. As an assassin, he wears a tactical black skull mask.

Other features: Unlike his twin brother Decebal; Colton has a much darker and scarier appearance, especially the two scars on his face that start from his hairline, down his forehead, and over his eyelids, continuing over his cheeks and neck and stopping at his collarbones.

Weapons: Twin Katana swords, throwing knives, grenades, gloves with metal claws and twin guns strapped on the holsters on his thighs.

Power/Skills:

Murderous expertise

Strength

Skilled usage of weaponry

Skill in hand-to-hand combat

Knifesmanship

Swordsmanship

Ruthlessness

Fearlessness

Marksmanship

Stealth

Superior agility

Impressive Flexibility

Overly High Inteligence

Knowledge about Bombs and Chemistry

Medical/Surgeon Skills

History/Bio:

Alexander Chirilă was the second born son to father Apostol Chirilă, and his mother, Maria Stratulat of Moldovic heritage. He was born after 20 minutes after Decebal was born, during the communist era in Romania, and because the parents couldn't support both children, they passed Alexander to an orphanage only to be sold over the country boundaries for human trafficking.

Before he could be bought for organ trafficking in America, an old lady took him in, raising Alexander, choosing a new identity for him so that he could protect him from his former life.

Until the age of 12, former Alexander, now Colton was raised in America by the old lady who quickly got sick by a severe form of cancer. Before she could die, she decided that Alexander had the right to know about his former life and she told him his story before she died in her bed.

After the reveal, Alexander researched all about the information, finding out what his biological parents did and about Decebal, only to blame his older twin brother for what happened.

As a teenager, Alexander was raised more by the streets, doing everything to survive, drug smuggling, stealing and he even killed a man for trying to steal the drug package he was carrying. That's when a hitman saw the 16-year-old boy and took him in, seeing all the hate and rage in Alexander's white eyes.

The hitman trained Alexander to be a ruthless killer, making him a master of sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat. Spending time along with assassins and hitmen, he meets Yumie Takahashi, a female assassin with prosthetic blade legs that quickly took a fancy for him, following him all around to the point where she fell in love with him, but Alexander doesn't return her feelings and used her blind love for him in his own greedy ways, her being his lap-dog.

Later on, Alexander and Yumie meet Nikita Sergei in Belarus while they tried to track down Decebal. They meet the Belarusian during an ambush between the Belarusian Police and the Belarusian Mafia, Nikita being one of the Mafias hitmen.

Nikita was almost killed during that bullet rain between Police and Mafia, only for Alexander to save him, but for that Nikita had to work for Colton, being his left hand next to the right hand, that being Yumie.

The three continued together, Yumie and Nikita assisting Alexander on his mission of annihilating his twin brother, Decebal.

After a brutal fight between the two brothers which resulted in both of them almost dead, they get on an agreement of peace between them, with the help of their third part, their little sister Nadia.

Personality:

Alexander is the complete opposite of Decebal in the matter of personality. Decebal is a happy-go-lucky, easy-going, charming, seductive, and modest guy, while Alexander is brutal, snarky, comes of as straight-up rude, blunt, and sharp-tongued if provoked, but overall keeps to himself since he has a problem with his 'intimacy'.

The smaller twin brother, unlike Decebal who is all laid-back, Alexander has a bad temper, but the type of temper that comes and goes, like the one of a child. He would be considered passive-aggressive.

Alexander doesn't know how to deal with his strong emotions and usually they manifest into a tsunami of uncontrollable feelings; especially when teased about sensitive topics, and may have outbursts of anger which would be considered 'funny' because he gets all red-faced, voice shuttering and doesn't know what to say or how to react. This part of his personality may also come off as very shy and sensitive, especially if people flirt with him because he is socially awkward and he never was one to be good at smooth-talking.

After making peace with his big brother, Alexander may open up little by little, showing good traits of his personality, but is still the opposite of Decebal.

Unlike Decebal, who is very charismatic, sensual, and opened up about his sexuality; Alexander is the very hard opposite, especially considering he had never been intimate with someone. Alexander is very shy when it comes to his intimacy and sexuality, almost to the point if someone presses him with sexual questions he will get all flustered and defensive.

This is a sign that Alexander is very self-conscious about his complete inexperience in the matter of getting intimate. It's a very big irony, seeing how on the battlefield he is very confident in his combat skills.

A good trait of Alexander is that he is a very big hard worker. He has the mentality that you cannot achieve something for free and have to work hard to earn it, since all his life he had to work to make it through life: As a little kid, he had to take care of the old lady that was his guardian until she died, then he had to do everything his Master said if he wanted to achieve the assassin training.

One thing that he shares with Decebal is the daredevil and competitive side, but Alexander's competitive side takes a very serious turn, finding himself willing to challenge his big brother at all kinds of provocations. It's the brotherly antagonistic demeanor.

His favorite drink: Green Tea

His favorite food: Ramen or Chicken and Rice Casserole

Other Characteristics:

Alexander loves fairytales and all types of mythic legends, mostly because the old lady that was his guardian in the first part of his life always used to tell him these types of stories before bedtime.

He is actually a very good cook. When he went to train with his Master Hitman, he has also signed the duty to do the cooking and clean the Masters' house as a form of payment for the training services. The Master would throw the food on the floor or at Alexander if it wasn't good enough and Alexander had to cook the dish again until it was 'perfect'.

He is an earlier riser in the morning, mostly because that's how he was raised; his assassin training started very early in the morning and before that, he had to prepare breakfast for his Master.

He loves to listen to the birds singing in the morning while he drinks his coffee or green tea.

His scent can be described as on a more feminine edge; giving off floral scents like lotus, orchid, and jasmine, with middle notes of vanilla tobacco, bergamot, and white musk.

Unlike his big brother Decebal who is a heavy drinker, Alexander cannot hold his liquor and is a sad drunk, getting depressed over the fact that he was separated from his siblings at birth, especially Decebal. When Alexander gets drunk he tends to mutter to himself 'I wish I never was born'.

Considering his personality, he would be described as a tsundere.

He is a master at chess due to playing with his Master in their free time. He can sit for hours and play chess, probably the only thing he is the most patient with.

He loves hot springs; immersion in warm water produces hydrostatic pressure on the body that results in reduced joint inflammation and increased mobility, plus it helps him relax his vulcanic mind.

He is a smoker just like his siblings, Decebal and Nadia.

Despite his scars and hard training, he has soft baby skin.

Symbolism for Alexander:

Black Panther- speaks to our soul with the shimmering energy of the Moon; this big cat is the ultimate shapeshifter and the master of disguise. Panther’s sleek black coat cloaks its true identity in the shadows. It isn’t until you are close to a Panther that their illusion falls away and who they really become visible. Alexander may seem like a very cold and harsh individual, hard to approach from the distance, but as you get closer and closer to him, pulling away all the layers that hide him, you learn that he is actually a pretty sensitive and misunderstood guy.

The Black Panther is a loner, hunting solitary. They hunt silently, seeming to appear and disappear in the blink of an eye; this means that Black Panther people can be very elusive. You may have to wait for them to find you. This means that you will have to wait and be patient in order for Alexander to open up to you, which cannot happen in one day. People who have the Black Panther as their spirit animal rarely reveal too much about themselves.

The Lotus flower- is a symbol of purity, enlightenment, self-regeneration, and rebirth. Its characteristics are a perfect analogy for the human condition: even when its roots are in the dirtiest waters, the Lotus produces the most beautiful flower. This shows Alexanders' persona, like a lotus bud, in his earlier life and so on, he was buried deep within lots of responsibilities, hardships, and struggles. We can say that once he made peace with his older brother, his blooming slowly started to take place, Decebal acting more so like the essence to Alexanders blooming. Its journey from a muddy seed to a glorious blossom offers the hope that something beautiful can grow from suffering, that we too will eventually bloom.

#Alexander Chirilă #Slasher OCs #Original Character #Assassin #Killer #Murder #Hitman

[scienceninjaturtle]

WASTELANDERS: WOLVERINE #1

STEVEN S. DEKNIGHT (W) • IBRAHIM MOUSTAFA (A) • Cover by JOSEMARIA CASANOVAS

PODCAST CONNECTING VARIANT COVER BY STEVE MCNIVEN

STEVEN S. DEKNIGHT LEADS THE RETURN TO THE WASTELANDS OF OLD MAN LOGAN! The super villains united and took out most of the world’s super heroes decades ago, and while the man known as LOGAN attempted to live a life of peace, he had to pop the claws once again to do what he does best! But saving the day looks different with the Baby Hulk under his care. Is Logan doing the right thing by protecting the progeny of the HULK or dooming what’s left of the war-torn world? Logan may not have long to ponder if he is crushed by the ADAMANTIUM ARMOR of his newfound enemy DOWNFALL! Steven S. DeKnight (Daredevil Season 1 showrunner, WOLVERINE: BLACK, WHITE & BLOOD) teams with fan-favorite artist Ibrahim Moustafa to tell an all-new story of WOLVERINE in the days after the conclusion of the original OLD MAN LOGAN, as he fights once again to save the people of the Wastelands who have been crushed under the heel of the RED SKULL and BRUCE BANNER!

32 PGS./ONE-SHOT/Parental Advisory …$3.99

#marvel comics #wastelands #wolverine

[stimmedtavi]

Prove Myself (ft Cryptane)

This is a sequel to the one shot that you can find here! ~~~~~~~~ He told himself it’s “done” and “over”. It’s been a few weeks now and he’s “over” it. Maybe Crypto wasn’t meant for him, but god a part of him wants to relive that dream again.

((Octane POV))

I’ve always been fast paced. I’m a speed demon, adrenaline junkie and a daredevil. People like me aren’t supposed to linger on things for too long. Maybe that’s what Crypto and I had in common, running  and ignoring. It’s not like I care about what him and I had in common anymore though, that doesn’t matter because it can’t matter right now. The universe really has it in for me because sticking me in a duo with my Ex-Boyfriend who I kind of hate is really the salt in the wound. I’ve decided to use my jump pads and run far away from him, I can barely see him on my map at this point and I could care less. It’s clear he wants some distance so I’ll fuck off to anywhere away from him. Last month me would have been too busy begging Crypto for a bit of attention in the ring, especially with him in the outfit he is in now. I’m not sure if he can remember anything about our relationship, I doubt he can since he didn’t even love me, but I loved that jacket on him. The entire “Hired Gun” vibe he had gone for with it just felt so right on him. I hate that he can still look so good despite being such an ass. I keep having to remind myself that he’s not mine anymore, just as I’m not him. No good luck kisses before games, no careful kisses over a wound, nothing of that sort. But with him looking like that it’s hard to forget what it was like to be in love with him. My attraction is more than skin deep of course, I just can’t love his inside because of what he did. Imagine being that lovely but only to ruin things that are good. He played me like a fool, but I know I liked being his fool. I’m thinking far too much for someone who’s in the middle of a gunfight. I hear the piercing noise of a charge rifle somewhere near me and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise. I’m spotted and I know it, but at this point I’m tired of competing already, being anywhere near him has ruined my vibe. I know that I’m probably in trouble with a capital T already but I decide to crawl somewhere a little more visible. I spot Hack from where I’m crouched and I feel red flush through my face. He can see me and it’s pissing me the fuck off. I don’t want him to fucking look at me, he lost that right. I unholster my Mastiff and take a shot at the stupid drone, immediately alerting people of my area as the drone falls to the ground. For a second I feel relief, then sharp, sharp pain. Someone’s shot me between the shoulder blades. I cry out at first as I turn around, facing blazing orange eyes and a too-tall robotic frame. “You’re absorbed in yourself Silva,” Revenant grumbles. I hate being killed by him, he always takes too much pleasure in hurting people. I feel too exhausted to deal with him, I barely have enough energy to scramble back as his voice box hums contently at the thought of having another kill.  “It doesn’t please me to kill you-” He starts but the sound of a Kraber cracks through the air and just as suddenly as I had felt relief to pain earlier, so does Revenant. His body crumbles in front of me, clanking to the floor in an awful robotic way. A hole is smoking in his headpiece, the fabric from his scarf split almost comically from where the bullet has lodged itself in his metal skull. “You’re welcome, Octavio.” I hear through my communicator. I bite my tongue from lashing out and saying something stupid like I didn’t need his help and say “Thanks,” quietly. “Well he saved ya for a reason Silva,” Ajay says, looking at me skeptically. I roll my eyes at her. “He wanted to win, he doesn’t care about me Che. Also do you even know my first name?” I tease. She smiles at me a little and shakes her head. I know she’s right, and she brought me to her room to convince me to talk it out with him because she’s ‘tired of seeing me mope around the compound’. It’s just difficult for me to think about talking it out with him because I know my tongue and I won’t be able to hold it. I could barely keep it together earlier in the medic room while we were getting fixed up. It was awkward and angry silence. Awkward because I was the one who fucked us over and angry because Crypto got killed because of me. I could barely keep myself from telling him how being shot in the chest with an R-99 is nothing close to the pain he can inflict. “It’s not like he hates ya! You know he’s the one who sent me after ya right?” She raises a brow. I know he did. I didn’t want to believe it but I know Che knows me. And if you know me you know I reject, reflect and hide away from my feelings. At first it was easy because I could be hurt but at this point I feel I should be moving away from things like that. I should be moving on from him. I hate my past and now he’s part of it so I have to hate him, even if it pains me to do it. I know she sees my look of distaste and she gives me that sympathetic look she always used to when I’d scrape my knee or break a toy. “Octavio you can’t always run. Especially not from someone who’s good at running too, you’ll just chase each other. Now get out of my room I’d like to rest.” she says. I give her the stink eye and tell her that I’ll talk to her tomorrow and bid her good night. [Crypto POV] Waiting outside someone's door is difficult. Mostly because you just want to walk away and keep the door shut. Opening up is hard and I don’t particularly enjoy face to face confrontation, so all I can hope is that Lifeline simmered him down enough to talk to me. It was a dirty rotten move for me to ask her to help me out and I usually don’t like to ask for favors, but she’s the only one that can truly get through to Tavi. I’m so stuck in my thoughts I almost miss the sound of Octavio and Ajay saying good night just down the hall, door slightly ajar since Octavio’s foot is keeping it open. I take a deep breath and try to keep myself together, I know where I stand now and all I can hope is that he’s not going to push me over. “Could you move please?” Octavio says tightly. It’s a polite request, but I don’t obey it. He’s tense and he’s not even near the door, closer to Caustic’s room than his own. “Can we just talk?” I ask him quietly, not wanting others to hear how pathetic I sound. I chastise myself critically in my own head, wondering how I got here and how someone like Octavio could batter me down into being polite instead of outright destructive. I wish I could just walk away, turn on my heel and break his heart again maybe just to prove to myself that I can still reach that goal. But at this point Octavio is my goal. I want to work for him. I want him to be mine again, so, so badly. In response to my question he sighs and nods, shouldering past me a bit to unlock his door and let us in. “There’s really nothing to talk about you know,” He spits a little harshly. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’m tongue tied, I don’t know what to say. All this convincing and I have nothing to say to him. “What’s wrong? You look stupid just standing there after convincing my best friend to come let you talk to me, to let you in again, so why don’t you say something? You wasted enough of my time letting me fall in love with you, so don’t waste anymore.” Octavio says, glaring daggers at me from where he sits now on the bed. His words cut me like tiny razors, I know his anger and how he hates it. He loves to be fun and kind, it’s why he’s so lovable, so seeing that I’ve made him like this only makes me feel more awful. I open my mouth and no words come out. I know what I need to say but my mouth won’t make the right sounds, so I shut it again. It’s now that I see he’s tearing up. His beautiful green eyes are welling up with tears caused by me, I’ve hurt him so badly and I can’t stand it. He must notice that I see he’s crying and he messily rubs at his face to clear them away before they can properly fall. “I don’t want whatever apology you’re trying to make here because it’s not convincing nor is it for me. It’s for you. Just like everything is,” Octavio starts as he stands up. He’s shorter than me but I know that words hold weight and currently he’s crushing me. “Everything has always been for you and I can’t fucking believe I fell for someone who would use me. What sort of advantage did I even have? Did you want fame? It’s not like you to be like that but who even knows who you are. I can’t believe I thought I did-” And it’s then that I snap.

“That’s not right at all, Octavio. I know what I said and I don’t even know why it slipped out. It’s always been too hard to say I’m sorry so my tongue settled on ‘I don’t love you’ and it was so wrong. I know you don’t believe me, especially since I’m built on lies and you know that but please, baby I’m begging you here, let me prove to you that I love you. Because for the one time I said ‘I don’t love you’ I’ll tell you I truly do in more ways than words a thousand times over. I’m sorry I lied, and I’m sorry for upsetting you. I know that my words sound hollow to you at this moment, I wouldn’t believe me either, but if you just give me a chance I swear I can prove to you how much I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’m sorry I ever told you I didn’t. I don’t know how I can go on without you, I miss you. And I’m sorry.” I bubbled over. I’ve said too much and maybe it’s only made him grow angrier. I can’t tell yet but his eyes look glossy again and tears start falling. His arms are around me soon and his face is buried in my shoulder as he babbles into the fabric of my coat. I can’t understand much of it but I make out “Do you really mean it?” at one point and I pull him closer to me. “I mean it Tavi, I swear to God I do. I never want to lie to you again and I’m so sorry I ever did.” I swear to him, he nods into my coat and soon his rambling turns into sniffles and he pulls away from me. “I accept your apology but I want you to know it may take some time for me to fully trust you again.” He admits quietly. I nod and press a kiss to the top of his head. It feels right. This is where I’m supposed to be. He laughs quietly and looks up at me, “So we’re good?” I ask. He nods eagerly and leans up to press a kiss to my cheek, “We’re good, and we’re gonna get better.” Finally after some more talking and a little more crying, he’s fallen asleep in my arms. He’s pressed up against me like he should be, and he’s snoring calmly. I can tell he hasn’t slept because I’m able to shift with him in my arms and he’s too passed out to wake up. I feel ashamed that I hurt him so badly, but just as he said, we’re good and we’re going to get better. I can rest easy now, knowing he’s my boy and he’s safe with me. ((ok hi this is messy but idr mind))

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[bluestar22x]

Master Post

Lost looking for something on this blog? This post is for you!

Months listed next to each show/movie/etc. below are those in which they can be found and usually were reblogged a lot.

I don’t regularly reblog all the shows I watch. I usually do “catch-up” reblogs for many of my shows, so expect occasional mass reblogs (especially at the beginning of a new month).

This post is here to give you an idea of where to search for gifs and photos, etc. of a particular subject on my blog. I’m usually pretty good with tagging everything, but in some cases it may be easier to go through the posts by month instead of by the tags.

It’s also my personal guide to what to reblog in the future, so this post will be updated or reposted whenever I’ve had a lot of activity or it’s a new month.

xxx

Currently Covered Shows x 12 Monkeys – August 2015, April - July 2016, May - June 2017, June - Nov. 2018, April 2019, Oct. 2019

13 Reasons Why - April 2017

911 (Fox) - Dec. 2018, Nov. 2019 - Dec. 2019, March - Aug. 2020

911 Lone Star - Jan. - Aug. 2020

After Life (Netflix) - August 2020

Agents Of SHIELD – March 2016, April - May 2016, March - May 2018, May - August 2019, May 2020 - August 2020

Almost Human – January 2016, Feb. 2018

Arrow - February 2017, June 2017, August 2017, Nov. - Dec. 2017, Dec. 2018, May 2019, Dec. 2019, Jan. - Feb. 2020

Awake (2012) - Oct. 2018

Baby Daddy - October 2017

Beauty And The Beast (CW), BATB - April 2018

Being Human (US) - November 2016

Believe - August 2016

Bones (Fox Bones Show) - March 2016, Sept. 2016

Boy Meets World – March 2016, July 2016, Jan. 2017

Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Sept. 2016

Burn Notice - Sept. 2016, March 2020

Charmed – February 2016, June 2016, Aug. - Sept. 2017, Dec. 2017

Charmed (CW) - July 2019, Oct. 2019 - Dec. 2019

Chasing Life - March 2018

Chicago Fire – March 2016, Aug. 2016, Nov. 2016, March 2017, Aug. 2017, Oct. 2017, March 2018, Oct. - Dec. 2018, Jan. - May 2019, Sept. - Nov. 2019, Jan. - April 2020

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina - June 2019, Sept. 2020

Constantine – Dec. 2015, Feb. 2016

Daredevil (Netflix) - January 2018

Dark Angel - March 2017, Sept. 2018

Dark Matter - January 2018

DC Crossovers (CW Crossover) - Nov. - Dec. 2016, Feb. 2017, Nov. 2017, Dec. 2018, Dec. 2019, Jan. 2020

Dominion – August 2015, November 2015

Elementary - January 2018

Forever - July 2016

Fresh Prince Of Bel Air - August 2018

Frequency - Oct. 2016, Oct. 2017

Fringe - June 2016

Full House - August 2018

Galavant - September 2018

Game Of Thrones - Feb. 2018 (Some gifs in months before)

Ghost Whisperer - October 2018, November 2018

Gilligans Island - August 2018

Girl Meets World – March 2016, July 2016, Jan. 2017

Grimm (early seasons) - March 2018  

Happy Days - August 2018

Hawaii Five 0 - Oct. 2017

Heartland – February - April 2016, June - July 2016, Sept. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Dec. 2017, Jan. - Dec. 2018, Jan. 2019 - Dec. 2019, Jan. - Sept. 2020

Humans - August 2017

Impractical Jokers - April 2019, Feb. 2020

Into The Badlands – Nov. - Dec. 2015, Jan. 2017, March - June 2017, March - May 2018, April - May 2019

iZombie - Feb. 2018

Jane The Virgin - January 2018

Jericho - December 2018, August 2020

Killjoys - November 2018

Kyle XY - June 2016

Legends Of Tomorrow - February 2017, Aug. 2017, Nov. - Dec. 2017, Feb. 2018 - June 2018, Sept. 2018, Nov. - Dec. 2018, April - May 2019, Jan. 2020, March 2020, May 2020

Lethal Weapon - Sept. – Dec. 2016, Jan. - April 2017, June 2017, Sept. - Oct. 2017, Dec. 2017, Jan. 2018 - May 2018

Limitless - January 2018

Lost In Space - June 2018

Lucifer (Fox), Lucifer (Netflix) - December 2017, April - June 2018, April - May 2019, Sept. 2019, Dec. 2019, Jan. - Feb. 2020, April - May 2020, July - Sept. 2020

Melissa & Joey - October 2017

Moonlight - November 2016, October 2018

Nashville - March - April 2017, September 2018

NCIS - September 2020

Nikita – Nov. 2015, Jan. 2016, Aug. 2016, Aug. 2017

Once Upon A Time – January 2016

One Tree Hill – March 2016, July 2016, Jan. 2017, April 2017, Aug. 2017

Person of Interest – March 2016, June 2016

Prehistoric Park - May 2017

Prison Break - Oct. 2017

Proof - August 2016

Psych - Sept. 2017

Resurrection - Oct. 2018

Sabrina The Teenage Witch - June 2017

Saved By The Bell - August 2018

Saving Hope - November 2018

Shadowhunters - Feb. 2018

Sherlock BBC - Feb. 2018

Shooter - August 2017

Sleepy Hollow (4 Horsemen & Ichabod) - August 2016, August 2020

Smallville - Feb. 2018

Stitchers - Aug. 2016, March 2017, April 2018

Supergirl - March 2016, Sept. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - May 2017, Aug. 2017, Nov. - Dec. 2017, Feb. 2018, April - June 2018, Dec. 2018, Dec. 2019

Supernatural – Nov. 2015, March 2016, May 2016, July – Sept. 2016, Oct. 2016 (Huge post), Nov. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Aug. 2017,  Oct. - Dec. 2017, January - Dec. 2018, Jan. - Dec. 2019, Jan. - Sept. 2020

Teen Wolf – Nov. 2015, Feb. 2016, March - April 2016, Nov. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Feb. 2017, April 2017, Aug. - Sept. 2017

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles - June 2019, November 2019

Terra Nova - Oct. 2018

The Dead Zone - August 2020

The Flash – December 2015, February 2017, Aug. 2017, Nov. 2017, Oct. - Dec. 2018, Jan. 2019 - March - May 2019, Nov. - Dec. 2019, Feb. 2020

The Following - July 2017

The Librarians – Oct. - Nov. 2015, July 2016, Nov. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Feb. 2017, April 2017, July - Oct. 2017, Dec. 2017, Jan. 2018, June 2018

The Mentalist - Nov. 2017  

The Originals – Dec. 2015, April 2016, Dec. 2016, Sept. - Oct. 2017, Dec. 2017, Jan. 2018, April - Sept. 2018

The Passage - Jan. 2019 - March 2019

The Saddle Club - Oct. 2017

The Vampire Diaries - Jan. - March 2017, Sept. 2017, April 2018

The Walking Dead – March 2016

The Witcher - January 2020

This Is Us - January 2018

Transformers Prime - May 2017

Warehouse 13 - May 2018

Whose Line Is It Anyway? - March 2017

Wildfire (ABC Family) - June 2016

Veronica Mars/Veronica Mars Movie - Sept. 2016, Aug. 2017

Young & Hungry - October 2017, September 2018

You Vs. Wild - May 2019

X-Files - January 2018 xxx Movies x

101 Dalmatians - July 2017

101 Dalmatians (1996) - July 2017

A Cinderella Story - Feb. 2018

Age Of Adaline - June 2017

Aladdin (2019) - Feb. 2020

Alice (2009) - April 2017

All Dogs Go To Heaven/ADGTH 2 - July 2017

Alpha Movie - December 2018

American Assassin - December 2017

An Extremely Goofy Movie - September 2020

A Puppy For Christmas - December 2016

Aquaman (2018) - Feb. 2019

A Star Is Born - September 2019

August Rush - November 2017

Avatar - Feb. 2017

A Walk To Remember – May 2016

A Wrinkle In Time - June 2018

Back To The Future - June 2017

Balto - July 2017

Bambi - June 2016

Batman V. Superman - April 2016, May 2016, July 2016, Sept. 2016

Beastly - May 2018

Beauty And The Beast (Animated) - June 2016, Dec. 2016, Aug. 2017

Beauty And The Beast 2017 - Dec. 2016, Aug. 2017

Black Beauty - Sept. 2016

Blade Runner 2049 - Feb. 2018

Blood And Chocolate - Sept. 2017

Bring It On - July 2018

Brother Bear – May 2016

Casper - November 2019

Charlie St. Cloud - November 2017

Clash Of The Titans/Wrath Of The Titans - Sept. 2017

Creed Movies - April 2016, Oct. 2018, May 2019

Criminal - December 2016

Cruel Intentions - Sept. 2017

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[avengersmusings]

FULL NAME: Steven Grant Rogers MEANING: Crown, Wreath NICKNAME: Steve, Stevie, Cap, Daddy MEANING: Steve’s a shortened version of his name; Stevie was a nickname started by his mom and picked up by Bucky; Cap is usually what the team calls him; Daddy is Elise’s name for him :) AGE APPEARANCE: Appears 30, is actually 102 BIRTHDAY: July 4th, 1917 ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Cancer SPECIES: Enhanced Human GENDER: Cis Male ALLERGIES: None SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual THEME SONG(S): America’s Suitehearts by Fall Out Boy; Dancing with Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift, Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley; Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOR:  Dark Blonde/Light Brown HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Close cut in the back with a little bit extra on top. Think Infinity War style hair.  EYES COLOR: Blue EYESIGHT: 20/20, now. Holy shit it was terrible before the serum. HEIGHT: 6″2′ WEIGHT: 230 lbs OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: The uniform is a must on mission but when he’s being Steve and not Captain America it’s kahkis and plaid shirts and button ups and old man clothes. ABNORMALITIES: None. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Stretch marks along hips and stomach area from serum, small injection scars from the serum, and that’s about it. Maybe some moles here and there. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Steve always looks put together okay, the 40s shoved that into him and won’t let go. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: People either underestimate him because they think he’s a “dumb blonde” or immediately respect him because he’s Captain America. SKIN COLOR: White mixed BODY TYPE/BUILD: Lean, Muscular, built like fucking truck with a tiny ass waist.  DEFAULT EXPRESSION: It’s either “I have no idea what I’m doing” or “you WILL follow orders” there’s no in between. POSTURE: Honestly it depends? Steve makes himself smaller and tries not take up too much space but Cap? Takes up space and commands the room when walking in. PIERCINGS: None. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Steve’s voice has a subtle Brooklyn accent and takes on a softer tone than you’d expect out of him. His voice hardens and deepens when he goes in Captain mode.

RELATIONS:

MOM: Sarah Rogers HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Steve’s mom was his whole world before she died. Sarah took care of him when he was sick and her death almost ruined him. DAD: Joseph Rogers HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Joseph died when Steve was young, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember how terrible his father was. The man was abusive and the day he got shipped off to WW1 was the best day for Steve and Sarah. SIBLINGS: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A CHILDREN: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: N/A PAST LOVER(S): Peggy Carter (Ex-Crush) CURRENT LOVER: Elise Burke and Bucky Barnes REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: Steve can talk to anyone okay, he makes friends with everyone he meets. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: Steve is a team player you cannot tell me he isn’t.  HOW SOCIABLE(LONER,ETC): Steve is basically a puppy he’s sociable and outgoing. FRIENDS: The Avengers team, Wanda Maximoff, Elise, Bucky. PETS: Scout, a golden retriever. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Bullies, men who take advantage of other people. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Protective, Will do anything and everything for his kid. FAVORITE PEOPLE: Elise, Bucky, Clint, Thor, the rest of the Avengers LEAST FAVORITE PEOPLE: Red Skull, Bullies, ignorant people.

PERSONALITY:

..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: ? Distant, Confident, and Inspiring ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Affectionate, Warm, Funny. ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Intimidating, Closed Off, Guarded. FAVORITE COLOR: Blue FAVORITE FOOD: New York Style pizza, hot dogs, anything covered in cheese thanks. FAVORITE ANIMAL: Doggos FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: Saxophone FAVORITE ELEMENT: Air LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Yellow LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Anything from the 40s. LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Emus, the bullies of the animal kingdom. LEAST FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: Honestly none of them? LEAST FAVORITE ELEMENT: Water HOBBIES: Art, slow dancing, warm baths or lounging in sunlight. USUAL MOOD: Friendly and approachable but also keeping a slight aura of leadership.

DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Nope, not really. None of them have much affect on him and he was too sick to get into the 40s habit of smoking. DARK VERSION OF SELF: Most likely brainwashed into believing Hyrda is right, follows any order without hesitate or regard for civilian life, the “perfect Soldier”. LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: Intelligent, quick to make a call that will save as many people as possible, rushing headlong into trouble to help out a civilian. HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: In Cap mode? Full on serious nothing can make him crack, but as Steve? He’s somewhere in the middle. BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: No. If so his dad would probably be hanging around and he doesn’t want that. (IN)DEPENDANT: Both honestly? Like Steve likes to pretend to be this independent person who doesn’t need help, but he also secretly craves it. So I’d say somewhere in the middle. SOFT SPOT/VULNERABILITY: BUCKY AND ELISE, failing the team or not saving something, doing something without regard to personal safety or well being. OPINION ON SWEARING: Steve won’t curse in public okay, that’s the 40s “good Catholic boy” upbringing in him but in private? He was in the army and BUCKY IS HIS BEST FRIEND :) DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Steve “I don’t know what a parachute is” Rogers is the opposite of cautious. MUSIC TYPE: Older, softer music. MOVIE TYPE: Romantic Comedies, Comedies in general, Musicals. BOOK TYPE: History books, and then he gets mad about facts that are wrong. GAME TYPE: Cards, maybe? Those have been around for a while so they haven’t changed that much. COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: Steve would rather die than be cold. He enjoys warmer weather and sunshine and just not being cold. SLEEPING PATTERN: Steve’s an old man that’s in bed before 10 and up at like 8. He also takes up A TON of space in the bed and basically smothers whoever he’s sleeping with.  CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Steve prefers things to be neat and orderly but isn’t bothered by a little mess. As long as it doesn’t get too bad or become a habit. DESIRED PET: So many dogs. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Doodling on scrap papers, boxing, lounging around in sunshine or warm spaces. BIGGEST SECRET: I feel like Steve really doesn’t have secrets? Maybe his dad being abusive because he doesn’t really want to talk about it. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Bucky and Elise. WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: A golden retriever. FEARS: Being trapped in a cold, tight space, losing Elise or Bucky, failing the team and causing someone’s death, being lost in time again. COMFORTS: Elise’s perfume and Bucky’s aftershave, running laps with Scout, his mom’s old records, and reruns of old cartoons.

HOW DO THEY ACT WHEN THEY ARE:

SAD: Steve distants himself when he’s sad. A leader isn’t allowed to show weakness and sadness is one. He also likes talking through things that make him sad. HAPPY: Playful, energetic, probably smothering you with his biceps on accident because he gets touchy feely and wants a hug. ANGRY: Depending on how angry; it’s either the “you’ve messed up” face of disappointment or cold fury with biting, harsh words. Fists will also be thrown if he gets angry enough. AFRAID: Again, this is a weakness a leader isn’t supposed to show so Steve tries to hide it as much as possible. He withdraws and hides away until he works it out on his own or someone finds him. LOVE SOMEONE: SAY HELLO TO YOUR NEW BODYGUARD/BEST FRIEND. Steve will literally do anything for someone he loves. Anything. He’s loyal beyond believe and up for anything they ask him. HATE SOMEONE: Steve doesn’t hate that many people but those he does quickly realize that an angry Captain America is not something you want coming at you. WANT SOMETHING: Steve? Allowing himself to get what he wants? Don’t know her. He’s the definition of “waiting over 70 years to tell my best friend i love him” type of guy. CONFUSED: You know that cute look dogs get when they’re confused and trying to work things out? That’s Steve thanks.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO:

DANGER: Danger is Steve’s middle name because he cannot stop himself from running headfirst into it.  SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Steve gets confused because he still sees himself as the tiny 90 pound scrawny kid and nobody really wanted that. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Steve’s not against the idea of marriage, but it’s also not something he knows they can really do? So I don’t really know how he’d react to that. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Each loss feels like a personal defeat for Steve so it’s twice as bad. But after losing pretty much everyone he’s ever cared about (even if Bucky came back) it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: That’s something that gets tossed aside until he has time to work it out, or send it to someone that can solve it quicker. INJURY: Steve gets injured and doesn’t realize it until after the mission is over like every time they go out. However, if one of his team gets injured, he’s taking down whoever hurt them. SOMETHING IRRESISTABLY CUTE: Steve immediately wants to go over and hold whatever it is. Babies, dogs, you name it. LOSS OF HOURS OF WORK: ........no this doesn’t happen.

KNOWLEDGE:

LANGUAGES: English, ASL, French, a little German. SCHOOLING LEVEL: High School & Some Art School FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Art, History, & Writing INTERESTED CAREERS: An artist, maybe?   EXPERTISE: Combat, Shield Mastery, Master Tactician, Enhanced capabilities PUZZLES: Puzzles take him a minute but the serum helps him figure them out rather quickly. CHEMISTRY: Chemistry is probably NOT Steve’s forte but he can follow along with basic things. MATH: Again, not his forte but he understand basic things. Plus throwing the shield takes some math skills. ENGLISH: Steve was surprisingly good at English in school, from interpreting things to reading above grade level. It was one of the few interests he had that didn’t make him sicker. GEOGRAPHY: Steve can read and understand maps. POLITICS/LAW: Politics and the Law are Steve’s thing. He frequently fights against people on the internet about their political views and will fight against laws he doesn’t agree with. ECONOMY/ACCOUNTING: The economy doesn’t really interest Steve, but he’s fully aware of the class divide and how bad some people have it. Current situations remind him a lot of pre-Depression times so he tries to help out as much as possible. COOKING: Steve cannot cook, he tries but cannot. SEWING: Sarah taught Steve at a young age how to sew because “if you’re going to keep ruining your clothes it’s time you learned to fix ‘em yourself STEVEN”. MECHANICS: Steve knows OF cars yes. BOTANY (FLOWERS): Besides the fact that flowers are a thing? Not so much. MYTHOLOGY: This is probably another subject Steve doesn’t know much about, it conflicts with his Catholic views he had growing up. DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): God Steve hates even thinking about this because of the Cap tour. Ouch. READING LEVEL: Above average. Steve read for fun while sick so he’s well above where he should be. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Steve lives off planning ahead okay. It’s his JOB as team leader to be 4 steps ahead of everyone and the bad guys. Rip Steveo.

ROMANCE:

DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: No, not really. He’s more content to be pulled around and go with the flow. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): In public? Shy, 40s boy out to play. In private? Probably the same what a loser. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Gentleman-like, please.  GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: S L O W as fuck. PROTECTIVE: Hi hello have you met Steve? ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS:  B O T H. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: Steve’s always bringing home flowers or gifts just because. Things for Elise to wear or a plant for the house? Also a random homeless puppy? Yeah Steve’s probably brought it all home at some point. TYPE OF KISSER: Honestly, Steve’s probably soft because he’s a soft boy but that doesn’t mean there aren’t times when he can be rough :) DO THEY WANT KIDS: He can’t have them but he wouldn’t mind having one. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Yes, even though he really cant. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Bad decisions are unintentionally made because Steve is a reckless idiot.  ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Y E S. HOW ARE THEY IN BED: Steve likes making sure both Elise and Bucky are well taken care of even at the expense of his own pleasure okay.  GET JEALOUS EASY: Not really? After everything they’ve all been through none of them really have to worry about anything. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: You mean beating up people that do this? Hell yeah. MARRY FOR MONEY: Nope. FAVORITE POSITION: Steve enjoys being plowed by Bucky while Elise is on top of him thanks. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: Naked art time. Just using Bucky and Elise as a canvas and making a mess while doing it? Yes please. OPINION ON SEX: Sex was always something Steve wasn’t really interested in? Mostly because nobody wanted him (or so he thought) but now that he has two people that always want him? It’s a good workout and way to spend time with his two favorite people.

#char: steve rogers #steve: bio

[headfulloffantasies]

Eyes to See

Peter Parker wakes up in Matt Murdock’s body.

Fandom: Spider-Man and Daredevil

Rating: G

Words: 2585

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Peter couldn’t find his mask. He’d searched everywhere, high and low. His school locker, the bottomless pit of his backpack, the dust encrusted confines of his closet, even the crevices of the washing machine. The mask was nowhere to be found.

“May?” He yelled out into the apartment. It took a full minute of silence for him to remember that she was out getting groceries. 

Peter stood in his bedroom with his hands on his hips and considered where else in the universe his Spidey mask could have wandered off to. Actually, now that he thought about it, maybe he didn’t need the mask right now. It was a good excuse not to go on patrol. He was so tired. More tired than he had any right to be. Actually, Peter was just going to take a nap right now. Just for twenty minutes. Little nap. Baby nap. Peter closed his eyes.

When Peter opened his eyes he couldn’t see. He tried reaching for the lamp next to his bed, but his fingers met cold concrete. The reek of piss hit him in the face. 

Peter groaned. The sound vibrated in his skull, louder than a train whistle. He clapped his hands over his ears. Peter blinked. He still couldn’t see. Where was he? There was something over his face, blocking his vision. Peter tugged at it. It felt like a helmet.

Coarse ground scraped under him as he wrestled with the offending helmet. He wasn’t in his room. What was going on?

“Matt?” A voice yelled. Peter hissed as the sound crashed against his skin. He could feel the air displaced by the person running towards him. The footsteps on the ground slammed into his chest. He tugged harder at the helmet. 

“Matt, buddy, are you okay?” The voice was a foghorn. 

A pair of hands clasped Peter’s elbows and in a rush Peter could feel every callous and smell the sweaty palms. The person sighed and Peter’s nose filled with toothpaste, mustard, salami, bread, salt, strawberry. His stomach turned.

“Oh man. Don’t be sick, Matt. I just got new shoes.”

“Who’s Matt?” Peter’s voice came out all gravel.

Peter realized he could hear the person’s heartbeat when it skipped. A flood of body odour hit him in the nose. 

“Hey buddy that’s not funny. Please tell you know who you are?”

The hands were gripping him by the wrists, preventing Peter’s attempts to rip the helmet off his face.

“I’m Spiderman.”

The heartbeat skipped again and then started leaping double time. “Ok, that’s not good. How many hits to the head did you take?”

“I don’t know,” Peter groaned. “I don’t know where I am. I can’t see.” He pulled at the man’s grip, but the hands tightened on his wrists. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why you keep calling me Matt.”

“Ok, you’re scaring me. Just stop. Matt?” 

Peter wrenched his hands free. He yanked the helmet off his face, expecting light to fill his vision. There was no change. The dark remained dark. Peter panicked.

“I can’t see. God, I can’t see!” Peter’s breaths were wheezing between his teeth. His head was getting fuzzy.

“Matt, calm down! Jeez, here,” The man shoved the helmet back into Peter’s hands. “Focus on this. Tell me what you feel.”

The mask was hard, smooth under Peter’s fingertips. It wasn’t his soft Spidey mask. Which was still missing, dang it. That must be why he was wearing a different mask. And he got into a fight and his concussion was blocking his memories. Peter scrubbed a hand over his face. That would also explain the loss of vision and the nausea and the smells and the… stubble? Peter’s hands stopped at his own jaw. Scratchy hairs prickled his fingers. His face didn’t feel right. It was too hard, too square. 

He scrambled for the helmet, tracing the contours of the mask. It started at the nose. No eye holes. Peter got to the crown of the head and paused. Something sharp protruded from both temples. Something like horns.

“Holy crap, I’m Daredevil!”

“Winner winner chicken dinner,” the other person sighed. Peter wished he wouldn’t. The mustard on the guy’s breath was suffocating.

The realisation hit Peter like lightning. Daredevil was blind! How the hell did he function? Holy crow, there was blind man in red spandex jumping off roofs every night! What the hell? 

“But I’m not Daredevil,” Peter pleaded. “I’m Pe-, I’m Spiderman!”

Mustard breath paused. “Are you being serious? Because I’ve seen a lot of wacko crazy in the last year and I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

Peter bobbed his head. “I’m Spiderman. I’m in the wrong body!”

The guy swore under his breath. It still hit Peter’s ears like a sledgehammer. How did Double D put up with this level of noise all the time? 

Peter squirmed. “Um, I don’t know who you are. Sorry.”

“Foggy.” The guy answered automatically. “Call me Foggy.”

What kind of name was that? Actually, no, Peter had no right to question Foggy when he was calling himself Spiderman. 

“Do you, um, know? About Daredevil?”

Foggy snorted. “Do I know he’s blind? That’s what you’re asking, right? Yeah. He says he’s got something called radar sense that helps him navigate. This is seriously weird, explaining Matt’s mutation to his face.”

“You’re telling me?”

Radar sense, huh? That sounded like BS. Peter couldn’t see anything. It was all black. But his other senses, those were dialled up to a hundred and fifty. The harder Peter focused, the more he noticed about the alley he was sitting in. It was definitely an alley. The piss was a good indicator. And Foggy’s voice bounced up along rough walls. A cool breeze raced down from the street opening. It scratched like sandpaper over Peter’s face. He could smell the entire contents of the trash bin at the end of the alley. His stomach turned again at the scent of rotten bread, meat, old cigarettes, and vomit full of booze.

“How do I get my body back?” Peter asked the same time Foggy said, “Where’s Matt if you’re in his body?”

Holy crap. No. “If I’m here, he’s probably in my body, right?” Peter scrambled to stand. “What time is it? My aunt cannot find someone else in my body. She’ll flip.”

“It’s four thirty.” Foggy took Peter’s arm and helped pull him off the smelly ground. 

“Seriously?” Peter had only been out ten minutes. Dang it, he’d missed his nap!

“I have to get home,” Peter put a hand against the brick wall. It grated like crushed glass. Peter took three steps and stopped. “I can’t… I can’t see. How am I supposed to get home?”

“I can help. I’ve got to find Matt, too,” Foggy said. “Here,” Foggy took his hand and shoved something in Peter’s fingers.

“A cane?” Peter tapped it against the ground. “I don’t know how to use this.”

“Take my arm,” Foggy wrapped Peter’s fingers around his elbow. “Little looser, yeah like that.”

“Before we go,” Foggy’s hands were suddenly at Peter’s throat. Peter jerked back, thrashing wildly.

“Woah! Hey, my bad,” Foggy shifted back, his shoes scuffing the ground. “Sorry, I forgot you didn’t know I was coming. You’re wearing the Daredevil suit under your shirt. I was going to button up your shirt for you.”

“Oh, sorry.” Peter held still as Foggy’s hands deftly raced through the buttons at his collar. 

Foggy’s mustard breath washed over Peter’s face. Peter did his best not to breathe. The exhale receded as Foggy leaned back. “Eh, good enough. No one will know it’s the Daredevil suit.”

He moved into Peter’s space again.

“Okay, here, take my arm. Yeah, like that. Alright, now we walk. Where are we going?”

Peter’s stomach soured. Was he really okay with this? Could he trust Foggy enough to bing him to his home? To May? The list of people who knew Peter Parker, AP student, was Spiderman was ludicrously short.

“Before we go, you’ve got to swear you’re not a super villain.” 

Foggy laughed.

Peter was serious. 

“I swear. My hand is over my heart and everything.”

Peter knew that. He could hear the fibres of Foggy’s shirt shifting under his hand.

“Queens,” Peter rattled off his address. 

Foggy led him through the streets. Horns honked, people shouted, footsteps rattled Peter’s bones. A Manhattan sized headache was forming in Peter’s skull. He tripped over every corner, every rock, every sidewalk curb. Were it not for Foggy, Peter would have been crawling on his hands and knees.

“How does Daredevil do this?” Peter gasped.

“I ask myself that everyday.”

They finally arrived. Peter stumbled on each and every one of the front steps because the universe hated him. 

Peter directed Foggy to the spare key in the flower pot. The door clicked open and shut behind them. Peter felt something hurtling towards them. 

“Down!” Peter yanked Foggy to the floor. Something whizzed over their heads, smashing against the closed door. Ozone hit Peter’s nostrils. 

“Was that a salt shaker?”

“Um,” Foggy twisted under Peter. “Yes?”

They pulled each other to their feet. Foggy’s heartbeat raced in Peter’s ears.

“Who’re you?” A squeaky voice yelled from further inside the apartment. 

“Matt?”

The person swore. “Foggy? Holy crap.”

There was a scuffling, a wild displacement of air, and something knocked Foggy out of Peter’s grip.

“Oh Lord, your eyes are blue!” Matt laughed.

“Holy cow, you’re tiny,” Foggy crushed the smaller person, Matt, to his chest. That was Peter’s body hugging Foggy. Weird. Peter could smell his own deodorant and shampoo, and that carbon stench of Spider-webbing. His voice speaking Matt’s words was way squeakier than it sounded when it was in his own skull. That was embarrassing. 

Matt turned to Peter and his breathing spiked. “Is that me? Is that what I look like?”

Peter waved. Matt’s heart jumped. “I’m so ginger.”

“Really?” Peter raked a hand through the wavy mess of hair. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling for. Colours didn’t have textures.

 Matt’s eyes were wet. Peter could taste the salt on the air. Matt kept touching Foggy’s chest, Matt’s heart racing like he was… Oh. He was seeing Foggy for the first time. The blind kid was seeing his best friend in the flesh, with real, working, if slightly nearsighted, eyes for the very first time. What a rush.

Peter redirected his attention to let Matt have his moment.

Peter’s shoulder relaxed by degrees as his newly heightened senses breathed in the comforting normalcy of home. Laundry detergent, and sage from the plant by the window. The dented floorboards and the tiniest hint of new paint from the bathroom renovations he and May did over the summer.

Foggy held Matt by the shoulders. “Tell me what happened. How did you become a teeny bopper?”

“Hey!” It wasn’t Peter’s fault he was a late bloomer. And actually, Mr. Foggy, he was in the middle of a growth spurt. When the shin splints finally stopped he’d be taller than May and Foggy. So there.

To his credit, Matt jumped right in to his explanation. “I was following that cult from 88th street. They were doing a weird ritual today. I got into their basement just as they started the ceremony.”

Matt directed his words at Peter. “They have a weird obsession with powered people. Their leader was going to swap bodies with you.”

“So this is their fault!” Peter interrupted.

Heat flooded Matt’s face. “Well, only half their fault. They had your mask.”

Peter groaned. So that’s where it went. It was Parker luck that a magic cult stole his stuff instead of him just losing it like a normal person.

 “I didn’t know they were doing, but I knew the mask was important,” Matt continued. “So I jumped in there and grabbed it. I didn’t know that touching the mask was what would force the switch.”

Aha. So it was Matt’s fault. That’s okay, buddy. You tried.

“I woke up here. Your aunt is really nice, by the way. She thinks you’ve lost your mind, but she’s very nice.”

“Wait, you met my aunt?”

“Well yeah. I’ve been here since yesterday. I had to go to your school and everything.”

Panic sliced through Peter’s chest. “Yesterday? What day is it?”

Worry sent heat in waves off both Foggy and Matt. “It’s Tuesday.”

Peter groaned. “No! It was Monday. It’s supposed to be Monday.”

“Wait, what did you do all day?” Matt asked.

“Nothing,” Peter growled. “I only woke up an hour ago.”

Matt turned on Foggy. “I’ve been missing a whole day and you didn’t go looking for me?”

Peter heard Foggy’s shrug in the brush of his shirt fabric. “You take sick days all the time. I started looking for you after the hundreth unreturned phone call.”

It was very embarrassing to hear Peter’s own voice threatening bodily harm on Foggy. Peter understood now why no supervillain took him seriously. It was like being threatened by a chihuahua. 

“How do we fix this?” Peter finally interrupted the tirade.

Matt stopped to ponder. “Well, touching the mask started this whole mess, but I don’t think that will work again. I’ve been carrying it all day.” He pulled the mask from his pocket. Peter recognized that swish of spandex.

“What if we were to touch? Like, you and me?” Peter suggested.

Matt extended his hand immediately. Peter grasped his own hand. 

The room spun. Peter was suddenly exhausted. Bursts of cherry assaulted his nose. Slowly, the background noises blaring in his ears faded. Then colours slowly started to bleed into his vision. Blue, then green, red came last. 

The red filled his vision. Red hair, attached to a weary face and a red suit peeking out of the collar of a white dress shirt. Matt.

Peter tipped his head back to meet his eyes. Milky white eyes looked back at him. There was no denying Matt was blind. 

Matt took a shaky breath. “Wow, that’s a rush.” He wrinkled his nose. “Did you paint your bathroom?”

He didn’t look at Peter when he spoke. His head tipped to the side and his eyes raked over the space slightly to the left of Peter’s face. 

“Yeah, sorry. I’m glad I don’t have to smell everything all the time.”

Matt shrugged. “I’m used to it. Usually. Although right now, it’s a bit much. I think I would like to go home now.”

Foggy came forward. Peter finally got a look at the guy who had saved his bacon. He was blonde, and very cuddly looking. Crows feet in the corner of his eyes matched the laughing smirk on his lips as he took Matt’s arm. 

“Alright Daredevil, time to go.”

Matt reached out and squeezed Peter’s arm. Without looking at him Matt said, “Thank you, Peter. If you ever need help, my office is always open.”

“Office?” Peter asked.

“Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law,” Foggy rattled off.

Peter gaped. “You’re a vigilante and a lawyer?”

Matt laughed. It was like the sun passed over his face. “You have no idea, kiddo.”

Matt and Foggy left arm in arm. As they closed the door behind them Peter caught Foggy saying, “No more cults for you.”

“That was one time!” Matt protested. 

Peter leaned against the closed door and laughed. His life seemed a whole lot easier compared to Matt’s. High school was a breeze compared to being Daredevil.

#matt murdock #peter parker #spiderman #Daredevil #marvel #body swap #foggy nelson #nelson and murdock #may parker #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[pettyprocrastination]

I Don’t Think We’re On Earth-65 Anymore Cop!Frank Castle x Reader

@marvelobsessedteen @wolfmothar @majorcdanvers @jarvis-ismy-copilot

Summary: Jitterbug says her goodbyes to the vigilantes of Hell’s Kitchen before taking the final jump.

Chapter Fourteen

“Boy, who knew DareDevil sleeps like a little baby.”

Frank turned to see Matt passed out on his couch, face pressed against a pillow. The moment they got to his apartment, Jitterbug got right back to work on her only chance of getting home while Frank and Matt checked the windows and guarded the entrances incase they were followed. That was until the blind vigilante’s exhaustion took over his body, leading to him collapsing onto his couch in a tired, mumbling, heap. 

“Yeah, you’d be surprised to learn alot about Red.”

Jitterbug thought about her own Matt Murdock as she worked. The one that had tried to kill her more than once and worked under Kingpin before taking over for crime lord. “You know what? I’m gonna take your word on that.”

Safe to say it felt old. Being protected by two men that in her universe weren’t exactly her biggest fans. Murdock more than Castle in that case. .

Frank constantly walked around the house as she worked. He checked the windows and paced the apartment like a caged lion.  His constant movements and need to stay on guard put her even more on edge.

“Jeez man,” She turned from her almost completed gizmo to face the anti-hero. “Can you just sit still for like, five minutes?”

“Need to make sure nobody followed us.” He replied as he peered through the window for what must've been the fiftieth fucking time in the hour.

“The crooks were unconscious and we left before the cops even saw us, we’re good! Now quit pacing you're making me nervous.” He plopped down in a chair next to Matt and watched her work under a steely gaze. “Boy, you two really are similar.”

Frank scoffed. “Who? Me and Captain Castle?” The way he said his double’s name in such a mocking tone made her laugh.

“Yeah actually.” She grabbed her screwdriver and smirked. “Both of you are overprotective as all hell and seem to carry the entire weight of the world on your shoulders.”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “Sounds like a good man.”

“Oh trust me he is. He may be have a giant stick up his ass but he’s a good guy. And you know what else?”

Frank grinned and sat back in the chair, letting his body relax for the first time in ages. “What else ‘bug?”

“He’s the type of guy you trust. The type of guy who’d- who’d do anything for his family, for the innocent. To make sure that the people that need help get it and that the little guy stays safe.” Matt, who had been turned facing away from them on the couch presumably asleep, smiled.

“And you think that’s the kind of guy I am?”

“Call it an educated guess.”

The room fell back into silence. Jitterbug’s focus was now solely on the weapon in front of her as Frank mulled over her words. Eventually his eyelids began to droop and head hang, drifting in and out of a peaceful sleep for thirty minutes until Jitterbug jumped up from her seat, causing it to clatter and fall to the floor.

“It’s finished.”

Both Matt and Frank jumped up from their seats.

Matt stepped forward and ran his hands over it. “Are you sure?” It was shaped like a gun, sleek, smooth and feather-light in his hands.

“As sure as I can be. I mean I've never made this thing before but I...maybe? There’s nothing I can do besides hope for the best.” She grabbed her mask, slipping it on and handed the gun to Matt. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“Woah! woah! Woah!” He quickly pushed the gun back into her hands. “Shouldn’t you think this through more before just handing me a gun and telling me to shoot you?”

“Right! You're blind, my bad.” She turned to Frank. “You're up Castle.”

“That’s not what I meant at all!”

Frank took the gun in his hands, turning it over for a few moments before looking at Matt’s tiny kitchen and shooting the blender that sat on the counter. The kitchen appliance disappeared in a flash of bright purple light before the apartment went dark once more, the object now gone. It was just like what had happened in the bank when she was shot. It works!

Matt gaped at his kitchen before turning to Frank.

“What the hell was that!”

He smirked. “ I Tested it.”

Matt opened his mouth, closed it, pointed at Frank before he finally sighed, dejected and defeated at the idiotic action. “Fine then.”

“It works.” Jitterbug whispered. A smile grew on her face as she giggled. “It works! Holy shit it works!”

Frank smiled at her. “Good job on the tinkering Einstein, but I’d hold the party off because now it’s time to send you home.”

“Oh! You're right.” She took a few steps back as he raised the gun to point at her. “Thank you both. You're city is lucky to have you guys.”

Matt smiled and nodded. “Likewise Jitterbug. Next time you visit don’t let it be life or death, alright?”

“I’ll do my best Devil dude.” She saluted him and turn to Frank. “Try to lighten up when I’m gone Castle. I mean the skull vest? Really?”

Frank cracked a smile. “You're making it real easy for me to shoot you, you know that?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “That was the plan.”

He stalled for a moment, hand trembling. He couldn’t just shoot this woman, what was he thinking? What if something went wrong? What if it kills her or she goes into the wrong dimension or what if-

“Frank.” Her soft call brought him out of his thoughts. When he looked at her, she held no fear, only confidence. She stood tall and proud, not an ounce of worry or hesitation in her body. “I trust you, it’s okay.”

He took a deep breathe and squeezed the trigger.

The apartment was engulfed in a bright purple light before it disappeared. Everything was the same except for Jitterbug, who was nowhere to be seen.

“Safe travels ‘bug.”

Only one chapter left! Ahhh! After this I’ll be starting on the other requests I have but I’ll still be taking requests for our girl jitterbug! My inbox is ALWAYS open and I absolutely LOVE hearing from you guys! Your comments and messages is what helps keep my writing! Love you dearies <3

#frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #frank castle headcanons #punisher #the punisher #punisher imagine #punisher x reader #jitterbug #idtwoe65a

[kiara-carrera]

another thing about life (yes, i'm officially off anon) because my anxiety can just go to vormir and stay there, for real. i was wondering what you to make gabriela corona. because i loveeeee her backround stroy. and joelle. and june! can i know about june? anyways, i hope that are you having a nice day! a lots of love. ✰ ✰ ✰

all anxiety can be banished to vormir, let red skull deal with it. as for my baby gabi??? honestly, i just wanted to do a marvel oc and i had just started daredevil and i had this whole idea for an oc and a very rough version of gabi was born (she was originally a matt murdock oc and sort of a villainous character?? honestly, we don’t need to talk about that lmao). but then i was like lemme do an mcu series and i paired her with steve and here we are! and then when i wanted to add more ocs, jo was a no brainer because i’d had the idea for her since civil war and finally found a way to bring her to life in the way she needed.

and june, my soft baby! okay, so basically june’s a medic that used to work for shield before the events of tws and then afterwards, june got recruited to work at the new avengers facility. so she works in the medbay and that’s ultimately how she meets sam and their story is more domestic than anything else? like the events of the following movies play a role especially when we get to iw and ae, but mostly it’s just them being soft?? and going on dates?? and gabi playing matchmaker? also, a lot of cameos from my other ocs because june’s the resident non powered human that’s involved with most of our favorite heroes and my ocs.

i hope you have a nice day as well!! ily!

#asks #june albright #✰ ✰ ✰ anon #dvescmrn

[lobocomicsandtoys]

WASTELANDERS WOLVERINE #1

Published by MARVEL PRH Written by Steven S. DeKnight Art by Ibrahim Moustafa Cover art by Josemaria Casanovas

STEVEN S. DEKNIGHT LEADS THE RETURN TO THE WASTELANDS OF OLD MAN LOGAN! The super villains united and took out most of the world's super heroes decades ago, and while the man known as LOGAN attempted to live a life of peace, he had to pop the claws once again to do what he does best! But saving the day looks different with the Baby Hulk under his care. Is Logan doing the right thing by protecting the progeny of the HULK or dooming what's left of the war-torn world? Logan may not have long to ponder if he is crushed by the ADAMANTIUM ARMOR of his newfound enemy DOWNFALL! Steven S. DeKnight (Daredevil season 1 showrunner, WOLVERINE: BLACK, WHITE & BLOOD) teams with fan-favorite artist Ibrahim Moustafa to tell an all-new story of WOLVERINE in the days after the conclusion of the original OLD MAN LOGAN, as he fights once again to save the people of the Wastelands who have been crushed under the heel of the RED SKULL and BRUCE BANNER! PARENTAL ADVISORY

Available at Lobo Comics & Toys this coming Wednesday, 12/15/2021

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[jetzelda]

Naruto x Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Crossover

Naruto is Skull. The Sage of Six Paths once said Kaguya had traveled from another world. It was mostly correct. It was more accurate to say she had been banished from another dimension, and had traveled to this dimension in search of more power to get revenge upon her siblings, only to be distracted by children and war and such. Fast forward to the final battle. In a moment of panic Obito unleashes a Kamui that doesn’t send the Team 7 to a pocket dimension, but unfortunately flings them randomly across the dimensions. Naruto awakens in a strange dimension, with strange technological advances, an entirely unfamiliar world map, and no ninja! At Kurama’s urging, he integrates himself into this world, until he could find a way back home. So he Hides himself with seal covered jewelry, dyes his hair a radical color, and donns himself a new outfit to match the daredevil machine he decided to try. The circus was just too fun to resist. But Kurama was right, he should have been far more suspicious of the checker faced man’s offer. He was pulled through a wild, completely confusing new ride. It was all someone else’s story, up until his skull was smashed in and his sealed jewelry was lost.

Skull had every intention of getting out of the hospital as fast as possible. All his injuries were already healed. The curse was broken; he had felt it. The moment Enma’s guardians left him alone, he kicked off his blankets. His bedside table held what was left of his helmet. All of his jewelry was lost. He would have to make new seals. The makeup was just barely there still. His only saving grace for hiding his appearance was his hair dye and makeup. But his chakra signiture was now free for all the world to sense. He’d been in this dimension for years now. He hadn’t seen hide nor hair nor felt any other ninja here. But he wasn’t going to risk Kaguya somehow tracking him across dimensions. Skull grabbed his helmet, and quite easily booked it out the window. Not that he wasn’t grateful to Enma, or Tsuna. Those boys were some of the kindest people he had met in a while, and were destined for great things. But it was time for Sull to disappear. He liked learning about this underworld, and flames. Those flames would come in real handy. But he was very done with being a lackey. He was going to a safe house, fixing his seals, and getting back to his normally aged body with Kurama’s help.

That was the plan anyways. That checker faced bastard in his normal person suit just had to show up two streets from the hospital. Skull would be more angry if he wasn’t unsettled by that cold look in his dark eyes and that malicious smirk on his face. “Hiding under my nose all this time, pretty clever of you.”

Skull was rigid. “Hiding? Skull-sama has noting to hide from!”

“I felt you enter my dimension decades ago.” Kawahira ignored Skull’s proclamation. “I was about to find you when you suddenly vanished. I don’t know how you did it, but I’ve found you now.” A crowd was drawing. A man confronting a toddler would. Enma’s guardians were near, and no doubt contacting the others. “You’re not welcome.” Kawahira growled before Skull could reply. “Nothing of hers his welcome here.”

...Not the direction Skull was really expecting. “Her? Her who?” He asked. He dodged with a yelp when spikes protruded from the ground. Mist constructs.

“Enough playing the fool.” Kawahira sneered. “I can feel her flames intermingled with yours. You carry her very essence. I don’t know how you hid it before.” He stood perfectly stationary as his constructs attacked Skull. “You are either her spawn or another creation of hers. Her banishment is not welcome, neither you or she is welcome here.”

Skull was dodging spikes, tendrils, and any monstrosity Kawahira threw at him with growing agitation. The Arcobaleno were here now. They hadn’t scattered to the four winds yet. And not a single one was lifting a hand to help him. Tsuna and Enma looked as if they wanted to, but Reborn held them back. The prick was more interested in the show. Skull gritted his teeth. He was real sick of this kind of shit. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” 

Kawahira scoffed. “I’m sure Kaguya told you to say that. But my sister is not welcome here.”

The answer froze Skull to his core, enough for him to miss a dodge and be stabbed through the chest with a tentacle. There were various exclamations of shock and horror from the crowd. But Skull missed every one, his mind too busy piecing together this new information. Kaguya was Kawahira’s sister. The bitch trying to destroy his world was Kaguya’s sister. His world was being torn apart because this bastard banished his sister instead of dealing with her.

His world exploded in red. He launched across the clearing, not feeling the mist construct being ripped from his chest or noticing it dissolve in the red aura around him. His clawed, tiny hand still managed to grasp Kawahira around the mouth. The man was in too much shock at this new change in Skull to react immediately.

“Are you saying-” Skull snarled a new, deep, guttural voice in Kawahira’s face, baring his tiny, yet intimidating fangs. “-that the reason why my world is being ruined is because you had family issues you couldn’t deal with?!”

When Kawahira didn’t answer right away, and Skull ignored that his hand probably stopped an immediate answer. He dug his claws into Kawahira’s face and raised his other clawed hand to rip him to shreds.

A jarring impact later, and Skull was on the ground, rubbing the growing bruise on his cheek and glaring hatefully at Kawahira with red, cat-slit, eyes Kawahira straightened his clothes, looking more ruffled than anyone had managed to get him during the past days. “Well,” Kawahira began, sounding more composed than he looked. “Perhaps we should have a calmer chat. In private.”

On cue, mist made shadows rose up from the ground and swallowed the two, leaving nothing for the crowd in the street to see.

As the civilian crowd dispersed, The Arcobaleno could only look on at the empty street and wonder how the weakest among them could hide a secret like this. The next time the duo was seen was at the celebration of the broken curse. A party Reborn bullied Tsuna into throwing. It was quickly devolving into a fight among guardians once more. Mukuro and Hibari still could not get along. Takeshi was goading Squalo. Belphrgor was goading Gokudera. Tsuna was at his wits end when the shadows rose up from the floor, and vanished, leaving Kawahira with the former Cloud Arcobaleno as if they had been there the whole time. “I said I didn’t want to be here, old man.” The toddler groused, arms crossed petulantly. The room couldn’t help but notice his appearance change. While he still sported the purple hair, instead of make up his cheeks were adorned with whisker marks.

“Nonsense, parties are always fun.” Kawahira smiled, eyes closed behind his glasses.

“I doubt we were invited.” “All the more fun.” Tsuna stepped forwardly timidly. “Have you two worked out your problems..?” For being such a badass, the kid was still kind of a baby. A Baby badass. “Hm? Oh yes.” Kawahira chuckled. “My, that seems so long ago now.” “Not really.” Grumbled the apparent Cloud. “Yes, well, as it turns out,” Kawahira led on. “Naruto here is technically a distant relative of mine, and carries another relative with him.” Kawahira here smiled as the bomb impacted the crowd. “Relative?!” “Skull’s related to you?!” “Hahaha!” “What do you mean ‘carrying another?’“ “How can someone so weak be someone so strong’s relative?!” “No freaking way, lackey!” “Is that the reason for his storm flames?” The now revealed Naruto’s eye twitched at the comments flying through the room. And somehow, his gaze landed on the black eyes of the fedora wearing baby on Tsuna’s shoulder. Reborn quirked a brow and smirked. “You’re name’s fishcake, lackey?” Naruto narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and growled at Reborn. That was all the warning the room got before Naruto seemingly appeared on Tsuna’s shoulder and punched, actually managed to hit, Reborn off Tsuna’s other shoulder. Reborn manage to flip and land on Dino’s head. He wasn’t smiling anymore, and only the tiniest widening of his eyes gave away his shock to those who knew how to spot it. Naruto raised his fist at Reborn and shouted. “My name’s Naruto Uzumaki! And if you call me lackey again I’ll punch you again, dattebayo!”

#Jzprompts #Naruto #katekyo hitman reborn #Naruto Uzumaki #skull #Naruto is Skull #reborn #reborn khr

[vibraniom]

Unconventional

Includes: Frank Castle x reader, fluff, blood/injuries, and angst.

Brief Synopsis: You witness what Frank does as the Punisher for the first time when he saves you from a life-threatening situation near the dumpster.

Word Count: 2,310

A/N: I wanted to write a Castle fic once I finished the second season of Daredevil, but I was so worried about doing his character justice because I love how dynamic he is on the show. I’m just hoping I did a decent job. 

The shrill voice of a reporter on the news greeted you when you woke, the brightness of the television screen across the room stinging your sleepy eyes. You squeezed your lids shut to block out the harsh light as you felt for the remote blindly and jabbed the power button once you’d found it on the floor.

Without the noise of the television, you could hear nothing except for Frank’s breathing as he lay asleep beside you on the worn couch, his chest rising and falling steadily against your spine. You used his left bicep as a pillow, and the rest of his arm wrapped around your head so that he could thread his fingers through your hair. He had his other arm draped over your torso, loosely gripping your wrist with his hand.

You were glad that he agreed not to go out that night, appreciating the normalcy of eating dinner together and falling asleep next to one another. Usually, Frank didn’t come home until two or three in the morning, and he always returned with more bruises than he’d left with.

You didn’t want to move, but your throat scratched from thirst as you swallowed. Carefully, you pried Frank’s fingers from your wrist, though he slept lightly and even that slight movement caused him to stir. His body tensed, and he used the arm around your waist to tug you closer.

“Where’re you going?” Frank mumbled against your neck, placing a lazy kiss below your jaw.

“I just want to get some water. I’ll be right back,” you explained.

Instead of responding, Frank loosened his hold to let you get up from the sofa. Before you stood, you pressed your lips to the bruise at the corner of his eye, eliciting a soft grunt from him.

Frank’s dog, Max, followed at your heels as you trudged over to the tiny kitchen in your apartment, snatched a glass from the cabinet and filled it with tap water. Max stretched himself out on the tile at your feet while you leaned against the countertop, taking small sips from your cup. Absently, you watched Frank as he drifted off again, his features so at ease that he was hardly recognizable. What he did during the late hours of the night wasn’t exactly conventional or morally right by most people’s standards, but you couldn’t convince yourself to stop loving him for everything else that he hid beneath his hard exterior.

Just as you finished the last drop of water in your glass, your nose caught an awful stench that you traced to the garbage can. You groaned, temporarily trading your love of Frank for annoyance because he forgot to take out the trash. If you left it for the morning, the whole apartment would stink of the meal you cooked for dinner, so you tied the bag, slipped on a pair of shoes and padded down the stairs to the first floor.

Frank had told you never to leave the apartment building at night a while ago, but you thought nothing of it, figuring you would be okay since the dumpster was just outside the door.

You opened the door far enough to fit the bag through and winged it into the metal bin, but someone seized your forearm before you could slip back inside, pulling you out into the alley. The man held you against him, slapping a hand over your mouth after you released a scream. You thrashed without any real idea of how to get him off of you, but your head eventually whipped back into his, disorienting him enough that he let go.

You fell to the damp ground and quickly got to your feet, your limbs shaking with adrenaline as you bolted for the door. Just when your fingertips brushed the handle, the man grabbed a fistful of your shirt from behind, yanking so hard that you fell backward. Your skull banged into the dumpster, both it and your head ringing from the impact. You cried out as your attacker picked you up off of the concrete, one of his muscled arms wrapped tightly around your middle while the other held a knife at your throat.

“Make another move and I will kill you,” the man growled into your ear, pressing the blade into your skin to emphasize his words. “Do you understand?”

You nodded, stifling a sob as tears blurred your vision.

Frank then exited the building, his jaw clenching in anger at the sight before him. He held a black handgun, his knuckles white as he aimed the weapon at the man behind you.

“Let her go,” Frank demanded gruffly, his voice unforgiving and frighteningly stoic.

Your attacker merely laughed, the vibrations of his chest sending a chill down your spine. “Well, if it isn't the notorious Punisher.”

Frank took a step forward, switching off the gun’s safety. “Get your hands off her.”

Suddenly, the man readjusted the knife, plunging the blade at least an inch into the skin directly below your clavicle. You yelled when you felt the burning pain, the wound pulsing with blood. Frank flinched, his facial muscles contorting as he struggled to hold himself back, knowing any reaction from him may result in your death.

“I think you're forgetting who has the upper hand here, Castle,” the man taunted, twisting the knife in your flesh before pulling it out, probably to find another place to stab you and further provoke Frank.

That was when Frank took the shot, the bullet just barely missing you as it sunk into the center of the man’s forehead. His blood sprayed the side of your face and caught in your hair as he fell backward, bringing you down with him. At some point, the knife in his hand dragged against the skin of your upper arm, though you didn't notice the cut as you scrambled away from his lifeless body.

You knew Frank had killed people before, but you had never witnessed it with your own eyes. Your whole body trembled as you glanced over your shoulder at the dead man, noticing the blood that pooled around his head like an unorthodox halo.

One of your shaking hands moved to cover your mouth, suppressing a scream. Frank kneeled in front of you, holding your head in both of his hands to force you to look at him instead of your attacker. His lips moved, but you couldn't hear what he said.

Finally, you came to your senses when Frank murmured, “Y/N, baby, I need to get you back inside.”

You didn't respond as he slipped his arm under your knees and wrapped the other around your shoulders to carry you up to the apartment you shared with him. He immediately took you into the bedroom and deposited you on the bed, Max leaping up onto the mattress to keep you company while Frank searched for the medical kit. With your good arm, you pushed yourself up so that you could lean your back against the headboard, and Frank’s dog lay beside you, warming your leg with the heat of his body. You pet him to distract yourself from the pain, closing your eyes to focus only on the repetitive movement of your hand as it brushed over his short, gray hairs.

Frank returned with what he needed to stitch you up, and you would’ve laughed at the irony of the situation if you hadn’t just witnessed a murder. Normally, you were to one who had to patch his wounds, but the roles were reversed for a change.

Frank sat on the edge of the bed as you slowly pulled your shirt off, struggling to find the least painful way of going about it, and he eventually had to help. Blood soaked the cami you wore underneath, and the wound in your chest hadn’t yet clotted.

“Shit, Y/N. I told you never to leave late at night. You didn’t listen to me, you never do.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied weakly, every excuse that you could come up with dying on your tongue. You didn’t want to argue with him, not at that moment.

Neither of you said anything more as Frank began to clean and stitch your injuries. Aside from your occasional response to the pulses of pain his work caused, you remained detached from the present, unable to keep what happened in the alley from your mind. The sound of the gunshot resonated in your skull, and your skin crawled at the feeling of someone else’s blood on you. Your own blood looked no different from your attacker’s, but it somehow felt different. The drops that had sprayed your face seemed to burn your skin, and you were itching to take a shower.

Frank must have seen the blankness in your eyes, for he whispered your name to coax you back to reality. Your gaze met his, the expression on his face contrasting the way he looked when he killed that man. His brow had been furrowed in concentration, his features lacking the remorse you currently saw in them as he sat beside you on the bed.

“Hey, are you with me?” Frank asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. Red coated his hands, but he had already finished stitching you up while you were lost in thought.

You drew in a shaky breath and nodded as Frank leaned his forehead against yours. You felt the urge to distract yourself from what you experienced in the alley, so you crashed your lips into his, Frank’s body stiffening in surprise. Your heartbeat became more erratic; not from desire, but from something else entirely—fear. You tried to convince yourself that you were being ridiculous, though the emotion was unmistakable. Frank must have detected it too, for he soon pulled out of the kiss, appearing to be just as confused as you were.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to shower,” you interrupted, unwilling to explain the shifts in your emotions because you couldn't even make sense of them yourself.

You left Frank and made your way into the bathroom, peeling off your blood-stained clothes hurriedly. You hissed when the water slid over the stitches on both your arm and chest, but started to wash the blood off anyway. Once you were clean, you stood under the spray, hoping it would provide some clarity as it always does in countless books and movies, but it never came.

When you stepped out of the shower, fresh clothes waited for you by the sink, and even though you were completely clean, you could not put the incident behind you. You were not even the one to commit murder, and yet, you felt guilty. How Frank managed to kill so many people while still being the man that you loved, you didn’t know.

You exited the bathroom to find Frank sitting on the side of the bed that faced you, his forearms braced on his thighs as he looked up.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Frank apologized.

“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have left the apartment.”

“If I took out the garbage when you told me, it wouldn’t have been there in the first place,” he countered. He paused for a moment, then loosed a short laugh as he added, “Maybe we need to start listening to each other more often.”

His comment brought a smile to your lips, albeit a weak one. It soon fell from your face, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as the weight of the night’s events returned to your shoulders.

Even though you weren't looking at Frank, you could feel his eyes on you, interpreting as much as he could from your body language.

After a moment, he said, “You don’t like what I do—I get that—but if I hadn't taken the shot, you'd be dead. I couldn't live with myself if I let that happen.”

“I know, I know. It's just- I can't get it out of my head,” you clarified, a lump rising in your throat. You were unable to tell if it was produced from the need to cry or to vomit, but you would not have been surprised if it were both. Either way, you swallowed it, knowing neither of the two possibilities would be pleasant.

Another bout of uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you until Frank uttered, “Do you still love me?”

“What?” you said incredulously, shocked that he actually had to ask that. “Of course I do. You saved my life. Why would that snuff out what I feel for you?”

“Well, that didn't seem to be the case when you kissed me earlier.”

“I wasn't afraid of you, Frank,” you assured him. “All of this has me worried that one day you’ll be the one with a bullet in your head, or maybe killing one more person will send you over the edge. When I kissed you, I feared that I might lose you.”

He shook his head, running his hands over his short hair. “I never asked you to worry about me.”

“How could I not?”

Frank’s eyes drifted to the ground, and he started wringing his hands, preparing to say something. “Maybe we should end this, Y/N.”

You moved from the bathroom doorway to sit beside Frank, taking one of his callused hands in yours. “I knew what I was getting myself into from the beginning. Besides, who's gonna stitch up your wounds when I'm gone?”

Frank genuinely laughed, meeting your gaze as he used his free hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “If I remember correctly, I had to stitch you up tonight.”

“Well, it seems we both need each other around.”

Frank then tugged at the back of your neck, and when your lips connected with his, your heart beat for all the right reasons.

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[pendragonfics]

You Are My Sunshine

Paring: Frank Castle/Reader

Tags: female reader, slice of life, domestic fluff, sharing a bed.

Summary: In the morning, you’d do your best to get out from the covers, and sliding on your slippers, put the kettle on. It was a sneak act because you no longer lived alone (take that, senior-year yearbook editors who claimed you’d be last to find love). It wasn’t just you and a pet, no, it was you, and your boyfriend, and the gorgeous monster of a dog called Max.

A slice of the life you share with Frank Castle, and his dog.

Word Count: 1,196

Posting Date:  2017-05-11

Current Date: 2017-06-12

In the morning, you’d do your best to get out from the covers, and sliding on your slippers, put the kettle on. It was a sneak act because you no longer lived alone (take that, senior-year yearbook editors who claimed you’d be last to find love). It wasn’t just you and a pet, no, it was you, and your boyfriend, and the gorgeous monster of a dog called Max. You had met him in your favourite coffee shop in the city, when they’d accidentally given you his order, and he yours. He wasn’t too pleased to get the cup with extra marshmallows, and you didn’t much like the idea of taking your coffee without anything in it to make it pleasant. But when you’d swapped the paper cups, you also swapped numbers, and well, the rest was history.

Flicking the switch on the kettle, you move the clutter on the kitchen bench as to sit on it, and stare out at the impending sunrise. Before meeting Frank, you had been nearly religiously devout to sleeping in, and he had the whole military thing of getting up, making the bed, and eating before dawn thing still in his head. But something clicked, and now he was the one snuggling down in the covers, and you were flicking through the TV on mute or flicking through your News Feed for the latest on the NYC Heroes app.

On the street, there’s a plethora of people up already for the day – the paperboy, riding a skateboard with cheap earphones in, joggers wearing a spandex sort of pants you’ll never get the hang of, mothers and their prams pushing their way toward the park a block down the way. Up in the apartment, it’s quiet, apart from the boiling kettle, and the occasional snore from either Frank or Max.

If it wasn’t a week day, you’d do all in your power to crawl back into the bed and snuggle against Frank. But it was a week day, and you had work, and your work wasn’t lenient to being late. You pour your tea into a travel mug, and start making a coffee for Frank.

Slipping from the bench, you cross the living room, and flick the little TV on. Frank brought the box home a couple of months ago, after a huge raid with the local bike gang. He called it a ‘celebration present’, but you suspected that he’d bought it because it was easier than hooking up the police radio device. You also suspected it was used during the day when he didn’t have anything on, because when you come home, the channel is left on the ones that play soppy soap operas.

But as the TV warms up (it’s one of the old ones, which sometimes is out of tune and needs a good thump, and has red and blue and green pixels) it shows the weatherman standing in front of a chart filled with little sun pictures.

“I’ll never know why that guy is always smiling so damn early in the morning,” the rumble of the sleep-addled voice of Frank Castle remarks. Glancing up, you see he’s behind you, his hands grasping the top of the sofa. “G’morning, sunshine.” He gives you a wry smile.

It was never anything else, always sunshine. You weren’t sure if it was something Frank said to every lady he came across, or maybe it was the name he called his wife before the incident, but you were sunshine. And it stuck. Never beautiful, or sexy or babe. Sunshine. You guessed it was because anyone else could be those things, could be beautiful, could be sexy, could be his baby. Maybe he called you it because there was only one sun. Or maybe it was just a word. Frank Castle killed people for a living, not complimented girlfriends.

“Hey,” you smiled.

Reaching up, guided his collar down, so you could kiss him from the couch. But just as he seemed to be getting into it, you remembered that today was a week day, and you had work. “Hey –,” Frank protested, but you slipped out from the position, and back to the bedroom, where the closet was. “I wasn’t done kissin’ you.”

You laugh. “You take too long to kiss, Frank. Besides, I’ve got work.”

There was a little office in the local High School with a plaque on the door with your name on the door, a script that you had fought tooth and nail to get. As the school’s head of literature department, you had a glorified title, taught English to bored high schoolers and after dark, ESOL to adult immigrants and refugees who had come to America for a better life. You weren't a hero, not like Frank, not like Daredevil, or even Spider-Man. You just did your part to make the city a better place. Make kids feel safe. Made adults understand the life they'd signed up for here in the city. 

“Call sick,” he tells you, following you to the closet. He grips the door, leaning, watching you as you change from your pyjamas to something a little more work appropriate. “It’s coming into flu season, I’m sure they won’t think nothing of it.”

You laugh. “I’m the head of English! I can’t call sick.” You grab a shirt, but just as you put it on, you see there’s a little stain on the collar. Defiantly not professional. “Don’t tell me the Punisher is being lovesick today. Is this an anniversary of something, or…?”

Frank’s head shakes. “Just want to spend some time with you.”

“I made you some coffee before you got up,” you distract him, motioning to the kitchen. “Should be strong enough for you by now.”

In the time that it takes for the bear-like pre-coffee Frank Castle to amble away to retrieve his drink, you choose on a greyscale polka dot blouse, blazer, and a pair of black slacks. You’re just about to shrug the blazer on when Frank is back, half the black coffee skulled when he makes a noise.

“How is it that you look like some kind of sexy librarian fantasy?” He asks, taking a sip.

You give a dry laugh, buttoning up the jacket. “Must be you projecting, Castle. I’m not even a librarian, talk to me when you’re cohesive after your coffee.” Grabbing a pair of black kitten heels, you try to put them on standing, and taking defeat, take a seat on Frank’s display of pristine bed-making. “Is this too much black?” you ask him, and rising, do a twirl.

He shakes his head, a little smile. “Can never have too much black.”

Your eyes roll. “It’s a good thing I love you, Frank Castle,” you test him, a jesting smile upon your lips. “I’ll see you this night for takeout and trashy TV. Unless you’ve got other plans?” You put out in the air, playing the card you’d never had the real opportunity to play before you settled down with Frank.

“Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t need me tonight.” He leans forward, and pecks you on the cheek. “Have a good day, sunshine.”

You beam. “Love you too, Frank.”

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[thisiswhatwereupagainst]

Random Things You Should Know About the Brotherhood in the Comics

Fun fact, there’s been more than one Brotherhood of Mutants, and not all of them were led by Magneto. He wasn't even in all of them! There's a lengthy list of members, some more widely-known than others, these are just some fun facts about a few of the more well-known members.

- Toad has one of the worst backgrounds in the Brotherhood. He was abandoned as a baby by his parents, probably due to his appearance, and grew up in an orphanage where he was bullied and tormented by the other children for the same reason. Toad is actually very intelligent in the comics (he's an expert with machinery!) but due to his shyness and learning disabilities as a child, he was considered to be mentally disabled. I'm not sure what specific learning disabilities he's stated to have had though. I'd really like to know though, so tell me if you do! Between this and the bullying, he dropped out of school at an early age.

He was later recruited by Magneto, and they developed an abusive relationship. Not romantic, mind you, but besides that the dynamics were the same. Toad believed that Magneto cared for him and became dependent on him, while Magneto physically battered him and verbally belittled him. Read more about it HERE

I like Magneto, but people who think Magneto is a good man aside from his villainy need to take a good look at how he treats his followers. He abuses all of them, including Wanda and Pietro, but Toad got it the absolute worst and actually has a form of Battered Spousal Syndrome as a result.

- Pyro and Avalanche are super duper best bro-friends in the comics and I love it so much. Also, while they may or may not actually be lovers, depending on how you want to interpret it (I generally see them as friends), they were used to metaphorically represent gay lovers in THIS issue.

- Pyro is not an aggressive fire-obsessed nutjob like in Evolution or the movies. He's not angry, he's not insane, he's not a pyromaniac. He's a very nice, normal dude who just also happens to be a fire-controlling super-villain. Besides terrorism, he's also an author who writes Gothic romance novels. I'm not making this up, it's canon and it's terrific and I love it so much.

- Pyro's first name in the comics is St. John, not just John like the movies. It's pronounced Sinjin, I think. He's Australian, maybe it's a more normal name there? Also, speaking of him being Australian, his buddy Avalanche is an immigrant from the Greek island of Crete, and Toad is from England, specifically York.

- Pyro once saved a group of children from a T-rex

- Daredevil once tricked the Blob into getting jealous that Pyro always got the girls on their Freedom Force missions so that the two of them would fight with each other, suggesting Pyro is probably a ladies man ;D

- Once, when Pyro thought he was going to die, he held Mystique's hand and said "Worse ways to go, than with friends" ;A;

- But Pyro did NOT in fact die then. His death would come later. He contracted the Legacy Virus, and his last act alive was saving the life of Senator Kelly, a man he'd once tried to assassinate. The strain of this good deed was too much on Pyro's weakened body, and he passed away with a plea to Senator Kelly to change things for the better. Kelly promised that he would, and he kept his word, changing his anti-mutant stance and working towards improving mutant/human relations instead. Sadly, this led to Kelly being assassinated by a human who felt he'd turned traitor.

- Just as Pyro was made American in the movies, Avalanche and Toad were made American in the cartoons.

- Toad's real name is Mortimer Toynbee in the comics, and Avalanche is Dominikos Ioannis Petrakis. In X-Men: Evolution, they were re-named Todd Tolansky and Lance Alvers, probably to make them easier for children to pronounce. Alias that the comics Avalanche has used include Dominic Janos Petros, Jon Bloom, Dominic Szilard, and Nick.

- Avalanche enjoys gardening and establishes a bar under the name "Nick" to get away from his life of crime.

- One of the Red Skull's S-Men claims to be Avalanche's daughter. Her name is Dancing Water and she's basically a woman made of water who has squid tentacles for legs. She can reshape her body at all, spray blasts of water from her hands, control any nearby water, and teleport via water. As far as I know, it's unknown if her claims of being his daughter are true, who her mother is, what her history is, and why she wants to help the Red Skull destroy mutants.

- Fred "Blob" Dukes is fat because of his mutation, and the X-Men make fun of his weight ALL THE TIME. Making fun of someone for being fat is pretty bad, but there are some X-Men for whom I can still see it as in-character, they're not all the nicest people. But making fun of someone for how their physical mutation effects them? I'd think they'd ALL know better than that. If it's not okay to do to Nightcrawler, it's not ok to do to Blob!

- Blob eating a lot is frequently a gag too and haha I get it, fat people are gluttons, real nice Marvel. Besides that being a cruel stereotype in a series supposed to be a statement AGAINST bigotry, let's go back to the fact that THIS IS BLOB'S MUTATION. He is going to be this size no matter what. And a bigger person or animal needs MORE CALORIES. That's why a bear eats more than a chihuahua! He is eating a lot because guess what, he would probably DIE if he did not, it's basic biology, but it's made into a joke at his expense by the narrative itself. It's so messed up.

- Blob has a super duper best friendship with Unus the Untouchable, they are mega bros and it is so sweet and it is made even sweeter by the fact that Blob is frankly a HUGE JERK (no pun intended) to everyone else. But Unus is his BFF!! Read more about their Brotp HERE!

- Lesser known female Brotherhood members: Lorelei, Phantazia, Mastermind (Martinique Jason), and Astra. When Magneto abandoned his second Brotherhood and they became the Resistants instead, a woman named Mist Mistress joined them, and Spiral joined Mystique's Brotherhood when they became Freedom Force. The more well-known female Brotherhood members are, of course, Mystique, Destiny, Rogue, and the Scarlet Witch. See a post on Lorelei HERE and on Phantazia’s tag HERE for more about these ladies!

- While Mystique has consistently been portrayed as Magneto's subordinate in the movies, this has NEVER been the case in the comics. In fact, they have never even worked together until VERY recently. In the comics, they both led different Brotherhoods, and Mystique was the LEADER of hers, not anyone's second-in-command. In fact, up until recently, she and Magneto barely even crossed paths; the only time I'm aware of them even meeting was in the 1980s when she arrested him at a Holocaust memorial (this was when she and her Brotherhood were working for the government as "Freedom Force" in return for being pardoned for their crimes) So, needless to say, they do NOT have the same relationship depicted in the movies! Currently, they're both X-men and serving on the same team. Yeah, weird.

-Sabretooth is on the same X-Men team that Mystique and Magneto are, but contrary to the first X-Men film, I don't think he's ever been a Brotherhood member. I could be wrong though. But considering Sabes led the massacre of the Morlocks, I have a hunch not...by the way, Riptide was part of that too, he's sure as hell not a Brotherhood guy in the comics. Magneto HATES the Marauders!

- Ah, ok, I checked TV tropes on Sabes: "Something of an associate to Mystique's Brotherhood, as he was never affiliated with the team's present-day incarnation, but was shown in a flashback as joining up with an earlier iteration, even declaring himself their leader before being betrayed and handed over to the authorities by Mystique the next morning. He also worked for Exodus's Brotherhood, and is usually affiliated with the Brotherhood in adaptations."

-As mentioned, Mystique was NEVER  subordinate to Magneto, she led her own independent Brotherhood as LEADER...and at her side was Destiny, aka Irene Adler. Implied to be the woman who inspired the Sherlock Holmes character of the same name (with the equal implication Mystique inspired Sherlock himself...hey, she's Raven DarkHOLME) Destiny was a blind mutant who could see visions of the future. She was also Mystique's lover. Yup. They could not be explicitly referred to as such during the 1980s due to the Comics Code, but Claremont did everything he could to convey to the readers they were couple. They lived together, were affectionate with each other, and even raised a child together...none other than Rogue of the X-Men! In fact, his original plan was that Destiny would be Nightcrawler's mother and Mystique would be his FATHER, having impregnated Destiny in male form, but of course Marvel wouldn't let him get away with that. He also managed to sneakily slide in characters referring to Destiny as "Mystique's leman"---an antiquated word for "lover" obscure enough to slip by editors.

It used to be a common trope in media to use same-sex desires and relationships for villains as a way to emphasize their wickedness. For instance, a movie would never allow a hero to do such a thing, but it could be suggested with villains because it cast homosexuality in a negative light, as something bad people do to show how bad they are, like showing them kicking puppies. Claremont, however, went the opposite route. He used Mystique's tenderness with Destiny to humanize her instead, using their relationship to show a capacity for goodness in Mystique rather than play up how evil she was. They were depicted as loving and normal together, not depraved and decadent and bizarre. They were downright domestic.

While Claremont did have a notable fascination with lesbians, as shown by his use of sexy evil women who would pursue young heroines with a thinly-veiled subtext of sexual creepiness, he didn't fetishize Mystique and Destiny at all. He could have made Destiny a hot leather-clad young dominatrix like Selene or Emma Frost, but she's actually an elderly woman. Neither she nor her relationship with Mystique are ever sexualized. There are some f/f scenes in the X-Men series where you can imagine Claremont wrote it with one hand, but there's never anything like that between these two. Speaking of Destiny being old, she and Mystique were together FOR LIFE. They met during the 1800s when Destiny was much younger, and while they do seem to have had sexual relationships with men during their time together (as evident by both of them having children and grandchildren) their true loves were always each other. Destiny aged slower than an average person, but she did get old, and yet Mystique still stayed with her even though she remained young and I just love them so much. Destiny eventually met her end not by old age, but at the hands of Legion, Xavier's son.

Also, sorry to turn this into a personal soapbox but I have to here: Tumblr is all about "uwu LGBT representation uwuuu" but don't actually give a fuck about an actual canon woman/woman couple, even though tumblr's X-fandom collectively threw a fucking SHITFIT over Cherik not being made canon in DOFP and each of them having a girlfriend/wife and it being the worst most homophobic thing ever and the women in question getting bashed despite them being involved with these same women in canon...but Azazel gets to totally replace Destiny, who is nowhere to be seen in the movies, and fandom doesn't make a PEEP. Fandom is cool with that. In fact, they love Azazel and love drawing him in a happy heteronormative family with Mystique. Tumblr likes to be “uwu support LGBT representation uwuuu” but they give absolutely no fucks about Mystique's bisexuality and Destiny's very existence being erased. I've seen so much fucking Azazel/Mystique/Kurt fanart, but I don't even see much of Destiny even in COMICS fanart.

I get that it's an AU, it's not the comics, but it just leaves such a bad taste of hypocrisy in my mouth considering how tumblr X-fandom AS A WHOLE flipped out about Erik and Charles having relationships with Magda and Moira instead of each other in DOFP , even though they had relationships with those women in canon and, despite all subtext, have never been confirmed as a canon same-sex couple like Mystique and Destiny have. But people were ready to go to WAR for them. But two women who are a CONFIRMED CANON QUEER COUPLE? Who cares, right? Seriously, if it's not hot young cis white men, NO ONE CARES, even when it's a case of a REAL CONFIRMED CANON queer character (two, in fact!) being erased in the films. They had a lifelong relationship together, they raised a child together, they have all these affectionate moments...there is so much Mystique and Destiny stuff in canon, and Claremont WANTED to put in more and wasn't allowed.

And now that we're in a time period where that could be allowed, I think it's a fucking TRAVESTY that this wasn't put in the movies to make up for what wasn't let into the comics, to finally let them be “out” while Destiny was still alive. But it's even bigger travesty to me that tumblr not only ignores this, it endorses the heterosexual ship that replaces it, and then pats itself on the back for being “progressive” when it comes to shipping two DUDES (especially if they can shit on women in the process---there was a LOT of bashing Moira and Magda both in fandom when DOFP came out). Seriously, I swear the reason some people are into slash is just because there's not any EW GROSS GIRLS in it.

Sorry I had to get salty but this really bothers me. Mystique's bisexual and had a lifelong relationship with another woman in which they raised a child together and the movies not only erase that, movie fandom just accepts it while patting themselves on the back about being progressive because they have fanon m/m ships.

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[willowbilly]

Title: Leave Me Alone, Let Me Be (Ch 11/?) Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Relationship: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson/Karen Page Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapter Word Count: 4,118

I finally updated this thing after an approximate eternity and seeing as I’m inordinately proud of myself for doing so I decided to start posting chapters on Tumblr, so here ya go! The entirety of LMALMB (or as I like to call it, “The Fuck-Off Fic”) is now officially over 50k words of Matt’s poor but hopefully improving mental health and slow burn OT4 (avocadokastle? mattfoggykarenfrank? mattfoggykastle? kastledevil...fog?) rife with fluff and pining. There are a ton of additional tags on Ao3 which you might wanna check out just be safe, and warnings for this specific chapter includes themes and discussion of suicidal ideation, depression, grief/mourning, an implied minor dissociative episode of a non-PoV character, and very brief imagery of canonical past trauma. Chapter One can be found here! 

The long-awaited Saturday rolls around.

Karen lets Frank sleep over again the night before so he doesn't have to hike there from his safe house, though he takes the couch this time and tosses and turns all damn night on the precariously narrow, saggy cushions. Ends up fleeing with the dawn to do his usual morning circuit of the streets, which takes a while, but still not long enough.

Nelson likewise shows up hours early, buzzing with anticipation which Frank sees spread to Karen as easily as if from one cell in an organism to another and which he's hard pressed not to succumb to himself. He unwisely drinks a couple beers to kill the feeling of queasy hope and holds tight to his misgivings instead, camped out in Matt's corner chair with his laptop as Karen and Nelson put on some smooth jazz and stumble through increasingly tense matches of chess as evening creeps over them. The whole day is spent wrapped up in stifling wait, a waiting bogged down with the same airless quiet of a funeral speech where you'd feel too guilty to dare risk a glance at your watch to check the time but too detached to invest yourself in actual mourning.

They all stand too quickly when the knock comes.

Nelson—Foggy, Frank's gotta get into the habit of first names with the guy now that he's not just “one of the lawyers” to him, shoots Frank a pointed glance the moment Karen opens her door and Red's on the other side, perking up all happy and victorious and see? because he thinks his old buddy is really there with them, present inside that thick, funny skull of his, standing there in his rumpled suit and his beat-up blind-person shades.

There's no way to tell him, with Red right there, what Frank knows, what he can feel way down thrumming underneath him like the vibrations from a mortar reaching up through the rubber of his boot soles; this is too soon to be anything other than a polite facade of progress, too soon to allow Red time to get his head in the game. Hell, besides being all for show, the very artificiality of this'll probably knock Red right off track before he even has the chance to start, start him faking again to ease their fears.

But it's not like Red really could've been allowed to come back to them completely in his own time, either.

Frank had thought, at first, that he'd be able to keep tabs on him while he's out, that maybe they could manage to keep in contact and help him out organically, without enforcing specific dates and times to meet like a trio of concerned parole officers with their charge, but there hasn't been hide nor hair of him on the streets since they'd dragged him off them to recover from the flu and Red hadn't tried to get in touch with either of the others before tonight, the agreed-upon date for when he absolutely had to, which, again, raises the thought that he's set out to do all of this for them rather than for himself.

And just the other day he was trying to convince them that Red was fine out in the snow, doing what he wants. Which... they can't make him not do what he wants, so he figures his point stands.

Frank can't tell if Karen and Foggy realize that they've picked the less bad option out of a pair of bad options, if they mistakenly think that that this situation already feels so stagnant because it's like a lull before enough energy builds up for them to really start to roll in the right direction, instead of what it really is: just stagnation, itself. If they can tell that they're still balancing on the peak of that hill, that they— that Red could still end up tumbling on backwards with the barest shift of the wind.

But none of them have a better solution. Frank very well isn't any sort of damn expert on this shit.

He thinks, looking at the way Karen cradles Red's elbow, leaning into him to nudge him towards Ne— Foggy, that even if they don't think it, they feel it; that basic flaw inherent to any way they approach this. The gravity tugging at their polite little balancing act. The two of them wouldn't be alive if they didn't have the right instincts to divine the sort of duplicity which so easily insinuates itself into your own mind, wrapping you up in comforting apathy, telling you not to worry, to let things go and leave them as they are.

Hell, if they were the kind to give in to that sort of thinking Red would be dead already.

So maybe they are on the right track. Frank's been wrong before, that's for damn sure. And doing nothing is the same as giving up. Quitting.

Like fucking hell.

“You all right, Frank?”

It's Red, modulating his monotone into something with just enough intonation to pass as life, his face appearing plastic as he raises his eyebrows, pulls the corner of his mouth up. A near-perfect impression of true expression trying its damnedest to avoid the uncanny valley and failing.

“Are you?” Frank asks, trying to deflect attention from what was probably a protracted period of worried glaring on his part.

Red shrugs, the half-smile stretching wider, but before he can visibly muster the energy to verbally respond he's saved, as he has been so many times before, by Foggy cutting in.

“Did they just passive aggressively express concern for each other?” he whisper-shouts to Karen, leaning over in front of Red and theatrically shielding the side of his lower face with his hand.

“Baby steps,” Karen replies, in the same fashion. “The purging of toxic masculinity... it's a process, you know?”

“So you mean at some point they'll graduate to just aggression, none of the passive?” Foggy jokes, voice rising. “Won't that be dangerous?”

Red slaps him lightly with the back of his hand, his smile momentarily solidifying into a glimmer of real emotion, soft and tired, but there... before fading again.

Frank feels his jaw clench, and looks away.

Karen must catch it because the hand not at Matt's elbow stretches out to alight on Frank's shoulder, bridging the gap and bringing their whole group into a sort of huddle, Foggy immediately leaning in with a grin and looping his arms around Frank and Matt's necks. Matt is back to focusing on Frank, the echo of bemusement pinching at his eyebrows; of course he'd heard his teeth grind. Probably wondering what the hell Frank's problem is.

Frank's wondering that, too.

“Sorry,” Red murmurs, apropos of nothing, and ducks away to drift towards the couch, Foggy's hand hanging outstretched in the air for a moment as though reaching after him, his smile flickering as his ever-present undercurrent of worry threatens to break through.

Karen shakes her head and smooths her hair and then her skirt, clearing her throat and pointing awkwardly towards the kitchen with a matched set of finger guns and a click of the tongue before subsequently following her own lead and going to retrieve the food.

Frank steers Foggy, still hanging around his neck, to the couch as well, nudges him down. Red stands for a bit longer, clearly torn between trying to liberate his armchair from Frank's laptop and letting it slide. He finally sits his indecisive ass down next to Foggy as Karen kicks the fridge shut and bustles over to set the veggie tray on the coffee table, pulling his legs in tight to give her more room.

“I thought... this'd be more casual?” Karen half-asks, gesturing to the tray of raw produce arrayed around a veritable pond of ranch dressing. They all take a moment to respectfully consider the vegetables and then as one just as respectfully dismiss them. The background jazz devolves into a soft, unbroken succession of crashing, the endless, silvery shivering of an interminably prolonged cymbals solo. Karen screws up her face, stares down at her wildly unpopular veggie tray, and with a chagrined grimace mutters to herself, “...Yeah. Not going so hot.”

“I bring down the mood,” Red offers, and he's so flat of affect that it's hard to tell whether he's aiming for levity or not.

“It's not like that's your fault,” Foggy says, and he is going for lighthearted but even Frank can tell that for once it's exactly the wrong thing to say. The words But it is my fault are practically buzzing in giant neon letters over Red's head in unsaid response.

“I, um. I also have some potato chips somewhere!” Karen rallies, wringing her hands, but she doesn't make any move to get them. Too nervous to leave, maybe. “Or we could make some actual food. Like, a meal? Dinner?”

“Those're good to have every now and then,” Foggy says, with a sidelong glance at Red which absolutely fails to even exist within the same dimensional realm as subtlety. So much for those cautious interrogation plans he and Karen had sketched out. “Meals. Made of food.”

Red doesn't react at all. Might not even be listening.

Frank starts jiggling on of his legs and resists the urge to start pacing. A meandering progression of cordial saxophone notes spills forth from the radio speakers, the cadence like that of an alternate, more flowing conversation, overheard.

“Frank and I made some grilled cheeses the other day, at my place,” Foggy says, forging desperately onward. “Added some sandwich meats and stuff. They turned out really great.”

“You mean a panini,” Red says. His voice is so soft, lips so still, that Frank almost misses it.

“Well, if you wanna be pedantic about it,” Foggy replies, brightening slightly at this sign of life and tipping over into Red so he can affectionately knock shoulders with him.

Red sways with the movement, letting Foggy draw him in but not expending any energy to either meet him halfway or to avoid him. “You add things to a grilled cheese, you have a grilled sandwich which happens to have cheese. A panini.”

“Yeah, you got me there, buddy,” Foggy says, dimming a few watts again as he concedes unnecessarily to Red's pointless insistence on semantics.

Red cocks his head, reading the room. Karen shifts, sidling closer to Frank's side until his restless leg rustles against her skirt and he stills; they both have their arms crossed. Foggy looks away, off into the dark expanse of the television screen. Red turns his head to the other side, birdlike. Reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses. Frank can just see that his eyes are shut beneath, his lashes fanned over shadows no less deep than when last he'd seen them.

“Sorry,” Red repeats, voice completely dull, now.

Karen and Foggy both hear it, share a glance. Frank huffs as he intercepts it, drops his eyes resentfully to the floor so Foggy can't hold his gaze the way he's trying to.

“I don't want you to be sorry,” says Karen, carefully.

Red suddenly slams his fist against the tabletop and she flinches hard, Foggy likewise startling away, pushed by reflex into Frank's side. No one moves for a moment as Red straightens, thoughtfully flexing his hand and cradling it in the other as though to keep himself from lashing out again, face expressionless.

“Do I get to be sorry for that?” he asks.

“If you're trying to prove a point you're going to have be clearer about it or actually break my table,” Karen snaps.

“I mean. Do I get to be sorry for things I do. For who I am. Am I even allowed to try and show remorse for who I am.”

“There's a difference between remorse and being a dick,” she says. “What is this even the fuck about?”

“Call it the quandary of living as a flawed being and being self-aware enough to regret it.”

Foggy laughs tiredly and falls forwards over his knees, rests his head in his hands.

“You... you don't have to be sorry for being you,” Karen insists.

“And if this is who I am?” Red says, waving towards the table as if it displays the sense memory of violence there for all to see.

“What you do isn't who you are,” Karen tries, flustered, now, the flush high on her cheeks and her body a tight line of tension along Frank's side.

The first side to lose their cool in a debate is always the losing one. Red, Frank's sure, knows this, and Red can't even muster up the wherewithal to give a shit, much less shout. One point to depression, it seems.

“If actions don't illustrate a person's character then what does?” Red says. States, rather. Detached and cerebral, like he's musing about human experience in a philosophy class and not winding them all into some nonsensical debate about whether or not he has their permission to be sorry for existing, and giving off not-so-slight hints which suggest he's toying with the idea of making them give their permission should he not already have it.

“That's— you know that's not what I meant,” Karen sputters.

Red shrugs, sags back into the couch, stretching out the long line of his throat as his face lifts up towards the ceiling, head lolling wearily on the backrest.

Frank hates the sight of his throat exposed like that, his body slack and slouching, open to any attack. Hates how it so effortlessly communicates how little Red even cares to protect himself in their presence, hates how his own mind leaps to razors rasping against jawlines, the edge of a blade sliding snug over the carotid artery, the taste of skin and the sound of breath hitching.

God. Not the time. Not the place. And for the foreseeable future, not the fucking person.

He presses into Karen's slight frame, her comforting solidity driving out the inarticulate wants ghosting through his head. She grabs his wrist in a snake-strike fumble, gripping fit to bruise, and it's only then that he realizes that he's clenching his fists hard enough to dig his nails into his own flesh and consciously relaxes them.

Foggy sighs, goes to lay back the same as Red. Inches nearer again, the couch cushions bowing under their weight and pressing them closer. Red doesn't pull away when Foggy places his head on Red's shoulder, nor when Foggy laces their fingers together.

After a moment Red's fingers twitch, and curl around Foggy's in turn.

“She means you don't have to be ashamed for taking up space,” Foggy whispers into Red's chest.

Red's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, but otherwise his demeanor stays as vacant as ever. “But I do, though. I don't know how not to.”

“Then if... that's a part of you, then that's okay. It doesn't make it right, or... or okay for you. But I mean. I don't think that about you. I'm always happy you're here. Even when I'm mad, or you make me sad, I... I wouldn't be able to face the world knowing there was a Matt-shaped space out there that was... that was emptied out. You got that?”

“No,” Red lies, his brow pinching and hand twitching around Foggy's as he does so. “Quite frankly, I'm not even sure what we're talking about.”

Foggy watches their hands for a long moment, the very picture of downcast mercy. “Yeah,” he eventually agrees. Just to let Red off the hook. “Nothing really makes sense, here.”

“That doesn't make talking any less important,” Karen says, the firmness back in her voice. “Whatever you have to say. Even if it doesn't make sense, I think it's better that you do say it. You're valid as you are.”

“Valid, huh?” Red says, actually smiling faintly.

“Valid,” Karen emphasizes.

“A nice sentiment. Kinda cliché, though, isn't it?”

Foggy jostles their joined hands in exasperation, says, “Man, lay off, we are trying our best here and past school and job awareness sensitivity campaigns are all we have to rely on.”

“Your sentiments are valid,” Red intones solemnly.

Foggy bumps him in retribution.

Red zeroes in on Frank when he makes the mistake of breathing out a chuckle, his head rolling towards him.

“You've been quiet, Frank,” he observes.

This is probably the moment when Frank should say something passive, pleasant. Something to keep the mood from souring again, what with this sudden, mysterious flip towards deescelation. So, quite to his own bemusement, that’s what he does.

“I'm just soakin' in you bein' around. Puzzlin' it out. S'nice.”

“Nice?” Red echoes.

“Yeah, Red,” Frank says, falling back on a more combative tone, gruffly and aggressively teasing, to try and distance himself from his own admission. “What, that so hard to believe? That I can just feel like seein' you's nice?”

“Yeah, actually,” Red says, and Frank has to be careful not to grind his teeth again. “It's not... I know you're not lying. But.”

Therein lies the fucking crux of the matter. The mindset which keeps popping up again and again, the weight at Red's ankle, dragging him under. That silent But I can't bring myself believe you.

Thus the outburst, the second-guessing and the testing.

He's waiting, resigned, for them to take it all back. Their promise of support, their understanding, their... their love. Waiting for his dread to be vindicated, for when he can finally give up without letting any of them down because they will have become tired of him, of dealing with him, they will have moved on and freed him from laboring under the restrictive yoke of their concern, their care. And in the meantime, while he's trying and failing to convince himself that they mean what they say when they comfort and encourage him, he's pushing their boundaries, dropping hints, seeing if he can bring about the inevitable after all, prove to himself that he's not paranoid for doubting.

It reminds Frank of the utter disbelief he'd felt at the sight of his family's blood on the grass, technicolor-bright red on green, the ravaged brain matter blown out of his daughter's skull, clumping gory and wet in the silky sweep of her long brown hair, the barrettes at her temples still clipped neatly in place. After he'd woken up he'd cherished an infinitesimal trace of that disbelief in the core of his furious heart, feeling it prick at him every time he was alone and things were still and quiet. How it'd sharpened into a needlepoint pain whenever Karen talked with him, this queasy, undead yearning. He'd just wanted that voice, that nagging what-if to be proven right, because the reality was wrong, somehow, the alignment of the world inexplicably, ephemerally crooked.

But both of these stubborn, siren-call whispers, his grief-stricken nostalgia, Red's relentless self-defeatism, are the lies which their minds dress up as truths. Wolves decked out as sheep.

There's no way he knows of killing such suspicions. His still crop up sometimes like wistful specters in his dreams, and Red's, now... Red's aren't... his're something like a fucking personality trait of his. Built-in. These aren't questions which can be so easily carved out of a man like so many malignant tumors.

And of any of them, it shouldn't be Frank who realizes this shit about Red first. He is not equipped. It really shouldn't be him.

Fuck, nothing should ever be up to him.

“You'll get there,” Frank says, lies, like an idiot, spouting a sweet 'n soft kinda falsehood right after Red's reminded him he can tell whether it's the truth or not. But Red's the epitome of falsehood in and of himself, a walking oxymoron. A diviner of truth, a righteous, honest man who can't help but act out false prophecies, compelled over and over again to strive for the worst, in himself and in others, to hold the greatest faith in unfounded skepticism.

Red's face crumples, betrayed, but just as he makes to draw into himself Karen shoves Frank over to make room for herself on the couch. “Scooch over,” she demands, and there's a sort of chain reaction of rearrangement, Frank standing and reseating himself as Foggy shimmies over, pushing Red tightly into the armrest and releasing an oomph as Karen throws herself back into the cushions, her remarkably hard, angular hipbone shoved sharply into Frank's, crowding him bodily up against Foggy in turn. It’s a very snug fit.

“This couch is not nearly roomy enough for this,” Foggy complains, slightly short of breath.

“I could go,” Red suggests diffidently.

“Never,” Foggy declares, momentarily releasing Red's hand so as to hook their arms together and then grab his hand even more firmly with an emphatic little shake. “We are chilling.”

“Forever?” Red asks.

“Well. Until we wanna order something and have to get up,” Karen says. “That sounds okay with everyone, right? Matt?”

Red clenches his free hand against his knee, a flex of bruised knuckles, then lets go, curls his arm in to rest over his stomach with a soft, emotionless sigh, sinking deeper into the couch as the air leaves him. “Yeah, all right,” he says.

His breathing is very slow and shallow, but as all four of them sit there they begin to breathe in sync, Foggy stroking his thumb over Red's fingers in time to the deep rise and fall rhythm, their chests expanding on inhale, pushing arms and ribcages into each other like their bodies are trying to meld together, and then contracting on exhale, relaxing a little more and falling a little closer each time, an endless, oceanic pulse of connection flowing through them as artfully wandering piano notes drift soothingly around the living room, accompanied by a low, smoky female voice crooning some painfully apt, poetic pap about love.

“I don't want to fuck this up,” Matt says, flat on his back on the cool cement so as not to disturb the warm, purring weight of Nina, dozing on his chest in a regal little bundle, facing him with her paws tucked neatly beneath her. “But I think I already have. Or I will.” He'd fucking— he'd hit a table. To see how they'd react, if that was all it'd take. He hadn't been able to f— it was like he'd been on autopilot, as if he couldn't fucking feel anything, and so it'd seemed reasonable. To just be an asshole, to act like he hadn't given his word to try not to just say fuck everything. He'd fucking ruined it.

His breath hitches and he reins it in harshly, falls back into a meditative breathing technique to keep from scaring the as-yet unperturbed cat with his hysteria. The fur behind her ears is so fine that it catches on his callouses as he skims over her shape, mapping her out, and he cups a hand gently over the steep, delicate curve of her spine, resisting the urge to crush her to his chest to gentle the terrible tenderness slavering in him like a starving thing. The patch of skin Foggy's thumb had rubbed over still tingles.

Nina is, again, a welcome anchor, soft and heavy and undemanding enough to hold him in the present. Tangible, alive. The same way the other three felt to him, when they were squeezed together on Karen's uncomfortable couch, listening to jazz, ignoring the sour pall he'd brought down over everybody from the moment he stepped foot in her apartment.

For a while, there, he'd fooled himself into thinking that everything was okay.

They can't have forgiven him so easily. It wouldn't be right for them to let this slide.

“How'll you know if you've fucked it up?” Melvin asks, from all the way on the other end of the workshop. He's leaning against his workbench and courteously not looking in Matt's direction, careful not to accidentally catch a glimpse of his face.

“I—” Matt starts, and then he stops himself, trying to force his hyperbolic thoughts back in order as he had his breath. Tries to assess things objectively.

What would be the absolute sign of failure? Concrete, clear-cut. Independent of his own atrocious judgment.

“They'll tell me.”

“So if they tell you, then you'll know,” Melvin concludes. “But they haven't yet, so you're fine.”

Matt lets loose an ugly laugh, again stifling himself for Nina's sake as her tail begins to flick in reproach. Even if he manages to keep from purposely sabotaging things it'll still just turn out to be a matter of time, then. A waiting game.

He sucks at those.

#daredevil #fanfic #daredevil fanfic #dd ot4 #avocadokastle #bc screw it i like that one best #my fic

[bluestar22x]

Master Post

Lost looking for something on this blog? This post is for you!

Months listed next to each show/movie/etc. below are those in which they can be found and usually were reblogged a lot.

I don’t regularly reblog all the shows I watch. I usually do “catch-up” reblogs for many of my shows, so expect occasional mass reblogs (especially at the beginning of a new month).

This post is here to give you an idea of where to search for gifs and photos, etc. of a particular subject on my blog. I’m usually pretty good with tagging everything, but in some cases it may be easier to go through the posts by month instead of by the tags.

It’s also my personal guide to what to reblog in the future, so this post will be updated or reposted whenever I’ve had a lot of activity or it’s a new month.

xxx

Currently Covered Shows x 12 Monkeys – August 2015, April - July 2016, May - June 2017, June - Nov. 2018, April 2019, Oct. 2019

13 Reasons Why - April 2017

911 (Fox) - Dec. 2018, Nov. 2019 - Dec. 2019, March - Aug. 2020

911 Lone Star - Jan. - Aug. 2020

After Life (Netflix) - August 2020

Agents Of SHIELD – March 2016, April - May 2016, March - May 2018, May - August 2019, May 2020 - August 2020

Almost Human – January 2016, Feb. 2018

Arrow - February 2017, June 2017, August 2017, Nov. - Dec. 2017, Dec. 2018, May 2019, Dec. 2019, Jan. - Feb. 2020

Awake (2012) - Oct. 2018

Baby Daddy - October 2017

Beauty And The Beast (CW), BATB - April 2018

Being Human (US) - November 2016

Believe - August 2016

Bones (Fox Bones Show) - March 2016, Sept. 2016

Boy Meets World – March 2016, July 2016, Jan. 2017

Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Sept. 2016

Burn Notice - Sept. 2016, March 2020

Charmed – February 2016, June 2016, Aug. - Sept. 2017, Dec. 2017

Charmed (CW) - July 2019, Oct. 2019 - Dec. 2019

Chasing Life - March 2018

Chicago Fire – March 2016, Aug. 2016, Nov. 2016, March 2017, Aug. 2017, Oct. 2017, March 2018, Oct. - Dec. 2018, Jan. - May 2019, Sept. - Nov. 2019, Jan. - April 2020

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina - June 2019

Constantine – Dec. 2015, Feb. 2016

Daredevil (Netflix) - January 2018

Dark Angel - March 2017, Sept. 2018

Dark Matter - January 2018

DC Crossovers (CW Crossover) - Nov. - Dec. 2016, Feb. 2017, Nov. 2017, Dec. 2018, Dec. 2019, Jan. 2020

Dominion – August 2015, November 2015

Elementary - January 2018

Forever - July 2016

Fresh Prince Of Bel Air - August 2018

Frequency - Oct. 2016, Oct. 2017

Fringe - June 2016

Full House - August 2018

Galavant - September 2018

Game Of Thrones - Feb. 2018 (Some gifs in months before)

Ghost Whisperer - October 2018, November 2018

Gilligans Island - August 2018

Girl Meets World – March 2016, July 2016, Jan. 2017

Grimm (early seasons) - March 2018  

Happy Days - August 2018

Hawaii Five 0 - Oct. 2017

Heartland – February - April 2016, June - July 2016, Sept. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Dec. 2017, Jan. - Dec. 2018, Jan. 2019 - Dec. 2019, Jan. - Aug. 2020

Humans - August 2017

Impractical Jokers - April 2019, Feb. 2020

Into The Badlands – Nov. - Dec. 2015, Jan. 2017, March - June 2017, March - May 2018, April - May 2019

iZombie - Feb. 2018

Jane The Virgin - January 2018

Jericho - December 2018, August 2020

Killjoys - November 2018

Kyle XY - June 2016

Legends Of Tomorrow - February 2017, Aug. 2017, Nov. - Dec. 2017, Feb. 2018 - June 2018, Sept. 2018, Nov. - Dec. 2018, April - May 2019, Jan. 2020, March 2020, May 2020

Lethal Weapon - Sept. – Dec. 2016, Jan. - April 2017, June 2017, Sept. - Oct. 2017, Dec. 2017, Jan. 2018 - May 2018

Limitless - January 2018

Lost In Space - June 2018

Lucifer (Fox), Lucifer (Netflix) - December 2017, April - June 2018, April - May 2019, Sept. 2019, Dec. 2019, Jan. - Feb. 2020, April - May 2020, July - Aug. 2020

Melissa & Joey - October 2017

Moonlight - November 2016, October 2018

Nashville - March - April 2017, September 2018

Nikita – Nov. 2015, Jan. 2016, Aug. 2016, Aug. 2017

Once Upon A Time – January 2016

One Tree Hill – March 2016, July 2016, Jan. 2017, April 2017, Aug. 2017

Person of Interest – March 2016, June 2016

Prehistoric Park - May 2017

Prison Break - Oct. 2017

Proof - August 2016

Psych - Sept. 2017

Resurrection - Oct. 2018

Sabrina The Teenage Witch - June 2017

Saved By The Bell - August 2018

Saving Hope - November 2018

Shadowhunters - Feb. 2018

Sherlock BBC - Feb. 2018

Shooter - August 2017

Sleepy Hollow (4 Horsemen & Ichabod) - August 2016, August 2020

Smallville - Feb. 2018

Stitchers - Aug. 2016, March 2017, April 2018

Supergirl - March 2016, Sept. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - May 2017, Aug. 2017, Nov. - Dec. 2017, Feb. 2018, April - June 2018, Dec. 2018, Dec. 2019

Supernatural – Nov. 2015, March 2016, May 2016, July – Sept. 2016, Oct. 2016 (Huge post), Nov. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Aug. 2017,  Oct. - Dec. 2017, January - Dec. 2018, Jan. - Dec. 2019, Jan. - Aug. 2020

Teen Wolf – Nov. 2015, Feb. 2016, March - April 2016, Nov. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Feb. 2017, April 2017, Aug. - Sept. 2017

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles - June 2019, November 2019

Terra Nova - Oct. 2018

The Dead Zone - August 2020

The Flash – December 2015, February 2017, Aug. 2017, Nov. 2017, Oct. - Dec. 2018, Jan. 2019 - March - May 2019, Nov. - Dec. 2019, Feb. 2020

The Following - July 2017

The Librarians – Oct. - Nov. 2015, July 2016, Nov. - Dec. 2016, Jan. - Feb. 2017, April 2017, July - Oct. 2017, Dec. 2017, Jan. 2018, June 2018

The Mentalist - Nov. 2017  

The Originals – Dec. 2015, April 2016, Dec. 2016, Sept. - Oct. 2017, Dec. 2017, Jan. 2018, April - Sept. 2018

The Passage - Jan. 2019 - March 2019

The Saddle Club - Oct. 2017

The Vampire Diaries - Jan. - March 2017, Sept. 2017, April 2018

The Walking Dead – March 2016

The Witcher - January 2020

This Is Us - January 2018

Transformers Prime - May 2017

Warehouse 13 - May 2018

Whose Line Is It Anyway? - March 2017

Wildfire (ABC Family) - June 2016

Veronica Mars/Veronica Mars Movie - Sept. 2016, Aug. 2017

Young & Hungry - October 2017, September 2018

You Vs. Wild - May 2019

X-Files - January 2018 xxx Movies x

101 Dalmatians - July 2017

101 Dalmatians (1996) - July 2017

A Cinderella Story - Feb. 2018

Age Of Adaline - June 2017

Aladdin (2019) - Feb. 2020

Alice (2009) - April 2017

All Dogs Go To Heaven/ADGTH 2 - July 2017

Alpha Movie - December 2018

American Assassin - Dec. 2017

A Puppy For Christmas - December 2016

Aquaman (2018) - Feb. 2019

A Star Is Born - September 2019

August Rush - November 2017

Avatar - Feb. 2017

A Walk To Remember – May 2016

A Wrinkle In Time - June 2018

Back To The Future - June 2017

Balto - July 2017

Bambi - June 2016

Batman V. Superman - April 2016, May 2016, July 2016, Sept. 2016

Beastly - May 2018

Beauty And The Beast (Animated) - June 2016, Dec. 2016, Aug. 2017

Beauty And The Beast 2017 - Dec. 2016, Aug. 2017

Black Beauty - Sept. 2016

Blade Runner 2049 - Feb. 2018

Blood And Chocolate - Sept. 2017

Bring It On - July 2018

Brother Bear – May 2016

Casper - November 2019

Charlie St. Cloud - November 2017

Clash Of The Titans/Wrath Of The Titans - Sept. 2017

Creed Movies - April 2016, Oct. 2018, May 2019

Criminal - December 2016

Cruel Intentions - Sept. 2017

Daredevil (2003) - Jan. 2018

Dawn Patrol - March 2018

Deadpool - Sept. 2016

Descendants Series - Oct. 2017, Sept. 2019

Dirty Dancing - July 2017

Eight Below - Sept. 2016

Ella Enchanted - Sept. 2017, Jan. 2019

Enemy Mine - Jan. 2017

Eragon - Sept. 2017

Everything Everything - August 2018

Fallen TV Movie - Jan. 2017

Fast And Furious Movies - April 2016, April 2017, Feb. 2018, August 2019

Flicka (w/Tim McGraw) - Sept. 2016

Footloose (1984) - July 2017

Footloose (2011) - Oct. 2017

Forever My Girl - March 2019

Frozen - June 2016

Galaxy Quest - Dec. 2017

George Of The Jungle - Jan. 2017

Grease - June 2017

Gifted - Feb. 2018, June 2018

Hachi - Sept. 2016

Hellboy Movies - May 2017, April 2019

Hercules (Animated) – May - June 2016

Hidalgo - Sept. 2016

Homeward Bound - Sept. 2016

Horse Sense - Oct. 2017

Hours - June 2017

How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days - June 2017

I Am Number Four - May 2018

Ice Age Movies – May 2016

If I Stay – May 2016

If Only - January 2017

I Frankenstein - April 2018

Interstellar - September 2019

Iron Will - September 2016

Jack Frost (1998) - January 2017

John Wick Movies - July 2019

Jumanji Welcome To The Jungle - July 2018

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World Movies – May 2016, Dec. 2017, Oct. 2018, April 2020

Justice League - Sept. 2016, Aug. 2017, Nov. 2017, Jan. - Feb. 2018

Just Like Heaven - January 2017

Kong Skull Island - December 2017

Lady And The Tramp - June 2016

Lassie (1994) - September 2016

Last Christmas - November 2019

Legally Blonde – May 2016

Legion (2010) - May 2017

Letters To Juliet - August 2018

Man Of Steel - April 2016, August 2017

Marley And Me - September 2016

Marvel Universe (Avengers, Spiderman, etc.) - April 2016, June - July 2016, Sept. 2016, Aug. 2017, Nov. 2017, Jan. 2018, March - April 2018, Sept. 2018, April 2019, Sept. 2019

Max (Dog Movie) - September 2016

Moana - July 2017

Motocrossed - November 2017

Mulan (Animated) – May 2016

Mulan 2020 - December 2019

My Fake Fiance - October 2017

Narnia Series - September 2017

Netflix Movies - May 2019

Night At The Museum (NATM Series) - March 2018

Oliver And Company - June 2016

Pocahontas - June 2016

Priest - May 2017

Prince Of Persia (2010) - June 2017

Raise Your Voice - January 2016

Red Dog - September 2016

Remember Sunday – May 2016

RoboCop/Robocop 2014 - February 2018

Rocky (1-6) - April 2016, May 2019

Seabiscuit - September 2016

Secretariat - September 2016

She’s Having A Baby - July 2017

She’s The Man – May 2016

Shrek - June 2016

Snow Dogs - September 2016

Snow White And The Huntsman - September 2017

Spiderman (2002) - August 2017

Spirit: Stallion Of The Cimarron – May 2016

Spy Kids - April 2019

Star Trek (2009 Verse) - April 2016, July - Sept. 2016

Star Wars - April 2016, Sept 2016, Aug. 2017

Suicide Squad - September 2016

Sweet Home Alabama - June 2017

Tangled - June 2016, May 2017

Tarzan (Animated) – May 2016

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990) - July 2017

Terminator Movies – May 2016

Tremors - July 2017

The Addams Family - February 2018, November 2019

The Crow (Original) – May 2016, October 2018

The Dark Knight/The Dark Knight Trilogy - June 2017, Aug. 2017

The Duff - February 2018

The Fox And The Hound - July 2017

The Game Plan - May 2018

The Greatest Showman - January 2018, May 2018

The Hitman’s Bodyguard - February 2020

The Horse Whisperer - September 2016

The Host - November 2017

The Hunger Games - May 2017, Aug. 2017

The Indian In The Cupboard - March 2018

The Jungle Book - August 2017

The Land Before Time - July 2017

The Legend Of Tarzan - June 2017

The Lion King Movies (Animated) – May - June 2016, May 2017

The Little Mermaid - June 2016

The Longest Ride - March 2018

The Lucky One - November 2017

The Magnificent Seven (2016) - Jan. 2017

The Mandalorian - Feb. 2020

The Maze Runner - May 2017, January 2018, May 2018

The Mummy (1999) - January 2017

The Mummy Returns - January 2017

The Pacifier - May 2018

The Pirates Of The Caribbean (TPOTC Movies) - January 2020

The Princess Diaries/The Princess Diaries 2 - February 2018

The Proposal – May 2016

The Santa Clause/The Santa Clause Movies - January 2020

The Secret Life Of Pets - December 2016

The Ultimate Gift - December 2016

Togo - March 2020

Toy Story - June 2016

Transformers Movies/Bumblebee 2018 - May 2017, April 2019

Twilight Movies - May 2017

Unconditional - December 2016

Underworld Movies - October 2018

Walking Tall - January 2017

War Horse - Sept. 2016, Nov. 2016

Warm Bodies - November 2017

We Bought A Zoo - June 2017

Wonder Woman (2017)/Wonder Woman 1984 - April 2016, July 2016, Nov. 2016, Sept. 2017, Dec. 2017, Dec. 2019

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Jurassic World Evolution (XBox/PC Game) - Dec. 2018

The Isle (PC Game) - July 2020

The Walking Dead Game - Nov. 2016

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Buzzfeed Unsolved - April 2019

The Try Guys - April 2019

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Zac Efron - August 2017

Chris Pine - Sept. 2017

Chris Hemsworth - Sept. 2017

Michael B. Jordan - Dec. 2018

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Supernatural - Season 15

Agents Of SHIELD - Season 7

The Flash - Season 6

Legends Of Tomorrow - 5x11 & Beyond

The Good Doctor - Season 1 and 2

911 - Season 4 (Upcoming)

911 Lone Star - Season 2 (Upcoming)

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina - Season 1 Part 2, Season 2

#Master Post #August 2020 #Shows #Movies #Other: Nature #Other: Actors

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For the week of 4 September 2017

Three comics made the favourites list this week. Made Men #1 from Paul Tobin and Arjuna Susini, Seven to Eternity #9 by Rick Remender and Jerome Opeña, and Star Wars: Captain Phasma #1 by Kelly Thompson and Marco Checchetto. Published by Oni Press, Image, and Marvel respectively.

Made Men #1 is a mix of a crime drama and horror, introducing us to the world of Jutte Shelley (nee Frankenstein), a cop who tried to leave behind a world of monsters.

While the story did grab me, what really made this book stand out was the artwork by Arjuna Susini. He has a style I’ve been seeing pop up more again recently, that shows a certain influence by Bernie Wrightson, but also artists like Richard Case, Bill Sienkiewicz, Sam Kieth, and Kelley Jones, and it’s just wonderful. Dark and evocative with nice use of cross-hatching and some hard angles, Susini probably veers closer to the Richard Case end of the spectrum. Still realistic and not nearly as stylized as Kieth or Jones. It’s very impressive work.

The introductory narrative from Paul Tobin, gives us a first-person narration by Jutte that is fairly direct, clinical, and visceral in its description of what’s going on and allows for a distinct window into the procedural way her mind works. It really aids in driving home the cop drama aspect to the story and provides an interesting lens to perceive the carnage.

Needs more talking cats, though.

Seven to Eternity #9 concludes the second story-arc of the series. And hoo, is it a doozy.

In many ways, this series has been telling the story of the fall of a hero. Or at least someone who sets out in the first issue on what seems like a hero’s journey. What Rick Remender really seems to be writing about is how the protagonist, Adam Osidis, has become potentially compromised and has begun a spiral into selfishness over the steadfastness of his father. 

Especially as a large part of this issue is a discussion on the nature of good and evil, and of how whispers and rumours--the weapons of Adam’s antagonist and current travelling companion/hostage, the Mud King--and thereby perception shape the reality of an individual. And then, of course, there’s a climactic magic battle.

All of it made beautiful by Jerome Opeña and Matt Hollingsworth. It’s nice to see Opeña back after a couple issues by James Harren--to his credit knocked it out of the park as well--as this series remains what’s probably the best looking book on the shelves.

The only downside to this issue is that we now have to wait until February 2018 before the series starts up again.

Star Wars: Captain Phasma #1, or more accurately the unwieldy title of Journey to Star Wars: The Last Jedi - Star Wars: Captain Phasma, is a direct continuation from Star Wars: The Force Awakens chronicling what happened to Captain Phasma, the First Order Stormtrooper played by Gwendoline Christie in the film, in the destruction of the Starkiller Base. Wacky hijinks ensue.

Okay, maybe not.

Although certainly a matter of coincidence in timing, Kelly Thompson’s narration for Captain Phasma serves as an interesting comparison to Tobin’s in Made Men. It too is clinical and succinct, but where Jutte is no nonsense and direct in her observations, Phasma is cold and emotionless. Both characters adhere to a certain type of ruthlessness, but one is seeking vengeance for a wrong-doing and the other is taking a pathological approach to covering her tracks. It’s interesting to see the difference in a similar narrative approach in how it relates to ostensibly a hero (Jutte) and a villain (Phasma). 

Beyond just that comparison, this first issue is compelling in its own right. There’s a nice bit of humour in juxtaposition of Phasma’s log recording of the events of the destruction of Starkiller Base and what was actually going on, deadpanning much of the explosions.

This issue also features what is probably the most gorgeous art in one of Marvel’s Star Wars titles yet. And that’s saying a bit since they’ve had artists such as Kev Walker, Phil Noto, and Salvador Larroca working on them. The art here from Marco Checchetto and Andres Mossa is just breathtaking. 

Quick Bits:

All-New Guardians of the Galaxy #9 begins telling the story of what exactly happened to Groot to make him into Baby Groot at the beginning of this volume. Aside from corporate synergy with the second Guardians of the Galaxy film that also saw the rest of the team more reflect their cinema brethren. The answer Gerry Duggan gives in the story is interesting, adding a new wrinkle to the Guardians’ tapestry.

| Published by Marvel

Astonishing X-Men #3 continues the Shadow King’s game with the X-Men trapped in the Astral Plane, this time focusing mainly on Old Man Logan. Ed McGuinness tackles the art this issue and I’m still wondering about how the overall arc will read in one go. Unlike the past two issues, though, this one doesn’t necessarily play to McGuinness’ strengths. The art is still good, but I would have expected something more bombastic or action-oriented from the story.

| Published by Marvel

Black Bolt #5, like every issue preceding it, features some excellence in storytelling from Saladin Ahmed and Christian Ward. There’s also a nice four-page sequence illustrated by Frazer Irving that gives a summary of Lockjaw’s relationship with Black Bolt. 

| Published by Marvel

Daredevil #26 kicks off the three-part Land of the Blind story-arc with the return of Ron Garney on art, delivering some absolutely gorgeous work.

| Published by Marvel

Elsewhere #2 continues Amelia’s Adventures in Wonderland, with the revelation that she’s apparently going to end this world and summarily sent to be executed. Jay Faerber’s story is still a bit of a slow burn in introducing this world, its people, and what exactly is going on, but it remains interesting.

| Published by Image

Giant Days #30 deals with the fallout of Ingrid and Daisy’s relationship. It’s a funny, but sometimes accurate, look at how a first love--or even just a new love--can affect a broader friendship dynamic.

| Published by BOOM! Entertainment / Boom! Box

Hawkeye #10 reminds you that you should be reading the series if just for Leonardo Romero’s artwork. Even if the story from Kelly Thompson wasn’t entertaining in its own right, Romero’s visual storytelling from page layouts to character work to panel transitions is just a visual treat. But the overall story is entertaining too, with some fun dialogue, humour, and an interesting take to see Madame Masque as Not-Kate.

| Published by Marvel

Iron Fist #7...just look at this spread from Mike Perkins with colours by Andy Troy. This issue is a feast.

| Published by Marvel

Royals #7 continues Al Ewing’s trip through obscure(ish) Marvel cosmic and Inhuman continuity, deftly weaving past tales into his ongoing narrative that seems to be his signature. Not to mention some great character moments and development.

| Published by Marvel

Scales & Scoundrels #1 was very nearly my fourth favourite book of the week, it’s a damn impressive debut. Sebastian Girner has offered up another winner after his Shirtless Bear-Fighter a scant few week ago. As its title suggests, this is a fantasy book taking after traditional Dungeons & Dragons tropes, but like other recent series like Night’s Dominion and Ladycastle, it seems primed to turn some of those conventions on their ear. This issue is full of humour, action, and an interesting protagonist in the titular scoundrel, Luvander.

The art by Galaad is also magical. It’s deceptively simple, reminding me of a more abstract Albert Uderzo, and it propels the story nicely.

| Published by Image  

Star Wars: Darth Vader #5 is Charles Soule’s third book this week, after Astonishing X-Men and Daredevil, and it’s another solid read. There’s an interesting missed path What If...? in the issue as Vader works to construct his lightsaber. Giuseppe Camuncoli’s artwork is fantastic as usual.

| Published by Marvel

Star Wars Adventures #1 is good all-ages fun. There are two stories here, both written by Cavan Scott. One focusing on a young Rey on Jakku as a continuing story and the other a “Tales from Wild Space” tale of Obi-Wan one and done. If you like Star Wars and want to share with your kids, this isn’t a bad choice.

| Published by IDW

Thor vs. Hulk: Champions of the Universe #1 is a digital original on Comixology and Kindle from Jeremy Whitley and Simone Buonfantino. I’d consider it more light-hearted, out-of-continuity, all ages fun, probably meant to be collected in time for the Thor: Ragnarok release. It features Thor Odinson and Bruce Banner, so if you’re missing the classics, this is a good get.

| Published by Marvel

Venomverse #1 is every bit as good as the preceding Edge of Venomverse mini-series of one-and-done stories introducing some of the players in this event. Cullen Bunn and Iban Coello deliver an entertaining first chapter here, setting up not just a playground for alternate Venoms, but also a series of adversaries in ever more alternate Poisons.

| Published by Marvel 

The Woods #35 has all of the chickens coming home to roost. This penultimate issue of James Tynion IV and Michael Dialynas’ series is epic. After this, I can’t wait for the conclusion.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Other Highlights: 4 Kids Walk into a Bank #5, Ab Irato #5, Animosity: The Rise #3, The Greatest Adventure #5, Harbinger Renegade #7, Inhumans: Once & Future Kings #2, Jessica Jones #12, Kingsman: The Red Diamond #1, Lazaretto #1, Millennium: The Girl Who Played with Fire #1, Motor Crush #6, Nancy Drew & The Hardy Boys: The Big Lie #6, No World #5, Outcast #30, Postal #22, Rocket Girl #9, Spider-Man #20, Spider-Man/Deadpool #21, Usagi Yojimbo #161, Venomverse: War Stories #1, The Wicked & The Divine #31, World Reader #6

Recommended Collections: Black Beetle: Kara Bocek, Extremity - Vol. 1, Iron Fist - Vol. 1: Trial of the Seven Masters, Kong of Skull Island - Vol. 2, Manifest Destiny - Vol. 5: Mnemophobia & Chronophobia, Pathfinder - Vol. 1: Dark Waters Rising, Throwaways - Vol. 2

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#This Week in Comics #Made Men 1 #Paul Tobin #Arjuna Susini #Seven to Eternity 9 #Rick Remender #Jerome Opeña #Star Wars: Captain Phasma 1 #Kelly Thompson #Marco Checchetto