I have never felt more connected to Carol than in The Marvels. In the first movie, the main thing that drew me in was the scene where a man told her to give him a smile and she just brushed it off, because that very same thing happened to me years before Captain Marvel. I was in a public transport, minding my own business, when a man suddenly came up to me and said, “what’s with the long face? How about a smile?” I just gave him a stink eye and ignored his bullshit but believe when I say all I really wanted to do was what Carol did in the deleted scene. This shit happens irl and for men to think that Carol breaking The Don’s hand was over the top was just mildly infuriating.
And then The Marvels happened.
I’ve seen the movie twice now, and despite its flaws and a couple of loopholes, what struck me was how Carol deal with the challenges and emotions, and not wanting people to see her vulnerable side. I’ve never seen any superhero in the Marvel universe that is deeply flawed and relatable as Carol. She was intimidating and somewhat introverted, yet funny, smart and brave.
I especially liked the tender moments between her and Monica, and her and Maria. Those scenes hit me like a motherfucker.
When Monica had that look in WandaVision about not wanting to talk about Carol, it puzzled me what happened between these two that made it seem like she hated Carol. So when she finally confronted Carol in The Marvels about Carol breaking her promise, it just made me think about my own parents. About how they kept saying they—my family—will always be there for me, yet never fails to leave me hanging when things get tough. When Monica repeated to Carol what she promised her when she was a little girl it broke my heart because I could totally see that little girl still hurting over the fact that the person she looked up to growing up weren’t even there when she came back after the blip. But then we panned to the next scene, explaining what really went down between Carol and Maria.
I lost my mother to cancer as well, so seeing this scene for the first time really put tears on my face. The way Brie’s voice cracks as she delivers Carol’s line, as well as how she wants to appear tough for Maria was so heartbreaking. It made me appreciate Carol Danvers more. In the first movie, one of people’s complaints about Captain Marvel was how “stoic” and “wooden” Brie’s acting was—which, let’s all be honest here, was a total lie because that’s exactly how Vers should be: devoid of emotions—The Marvels perfectly showed Carol’s human side. And if you can’t see that just based on these two scenes alone, then perhaps you’re right, The Marvels is not for you.
With the movie not doing as well as we wanted it to do in the box office, I wouldn’t be surprised if Brie tries to avoid doing any more movies with them (unless, of course, she signed a five movie deal or sth), but I hope she’ll come back for future marvel movies. She’s perfect as Captain Marvel and I can’t wait to see what Carol Danvers does next.
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hello! i really liked your fics, especially the dc-xmen ones, and they made me interested in reading the comics. do you have any recs for starters? thank you :D
So a long-running gag between my sibling and I is that they aren't allowed to send me any panels or information about the X-Men, because I don't like the X-Men comics. Have I legitimately read a bunch? Sure. Would I recommend any of them? No.
I'd say X-Force (starring private eye Jamie) wasn't bad, except the 10yo girl got aged up into an 18yo and started making out with the lead. Cable & Deadpool probably barely counts as X-Men but it's definitely the best Cable and the best Deadpool comic simultaneously. My X-Men fics are based almost entirely off the children's cartoon X-Men Evolution, which is the only X-Men media I can say with my whole chest that I really enjoy. I heard that X-Men Blue was good.
As for where to start with DC comics...I'm struggling with a personal opinion on that too. I can't give a single comic that's the best Batman comic to start with, because the popularity of the Batman arc has an inverse relationship to its quality. The best Batman comic is some random one-off by Denny O'Neil in the 70s that was never mentioned again. I'm not sure how often this rec is given but Batman: Black and White is one of the few one-off Batman things that is sincerely gorgeous and moving (unlike The Dark Knight Returns or Arkham Asylum A Serious House on Serious Earth or The Killing Joke or Batman: Year One or The Long Halloween or Under The Red Hood or). If you've rolled up here for the Batfam exclusively then Cassandra's 90s Batgirl run is unironically pretty good.
If you enjoy reading teenagers being awful the late 90s-early 00s Young Justice comic by Peter David is delightful - if you enjoyed Impulse in it, then check out my favorite comic run of all time Impulse (not best, just favorite). The 90s Mark Waid Flash run was lovely. Outside of the heroes I've actually written, if you're pretentious as fuck the the 80s Denny O'Neil Question is fantastic. If you're not pretentious and want something much lighter then the early 00s Blue Bettle and 70s Shazam comics are unbelievably fun.
That probably doesn't help much! I love Batman so much but I couldn't believe that I couldn't actually list of any famous Batman arcs or stories that I genuinely love. Life of a Batman fan. I'm so sorry I can't actually recommend an X-Men comic. I'm sure there are good ones I just haven't read any.
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Obi-Wan going down on Anakin for the first time. Scenario two.
For @ragnarlothcat who asked for this ^^
What the fuck the Force was thinking when she made Anakin this beautiful, Obi-Wan would never know. He’s eternally grateful though. Anakin was supposedly the Chosen One, destined to save the galaxy and bring balance to the Force. But how was he going to get anything done, let alone save countless lives, if everyone around him wanted to kriff him silly? His own Master included.
Obi-Wan was content with watching Anakin from the side, admiring his beauty and cherishing his smiles. Proud beyond words at how much Anakin had grown, kind and good. Reverent over the raw power he possessed, humble before the amount of time his once Padawan poured into his training. Yes, he was content. Content with quick smiles thrown his way, jabs and sarcastic comments, late night invitations for sparring, teary eyes that seemed to beg for something. Even though he longed for those beautiful, bright eyes to stay on him for longer, for those strong, capable hands pull him in for a hug, for sweeter words that he knew Anakin associated with him, for their sparring to get out of control, just a little bit, for Anakin’s grip to get tighter, for him to get closer, for him to, perhaps, notice how his Master’s signature in the Force stutters and fumbles whenever Anakin grunts right into his ear.
If he noticed, maybe, just maybe, Anakin would think it over and deem to give him a chance. A chance for Obi-Wan to show that he can be good for Anakin, not just as his Master, as his friend, or as his brother in arms.
Then the chance came, in the form of a horny Anakin jerking himself off in their little shared room.
Anakin had shielded his arousal well without closing off their bond and making Obi-Wan worry, and that was why Obi-Wan had no idea that he would get to see Anakin’s hard cock, that he would get to hear Anakin’s moans, when he opened the door fully intending to catch up on some sleep.
He had turned away instantly, his cheeks heating up and his heart doing silly things in his chest, but a second later something hot and crazy had taken hold of his will, perhaps the incredibly tight bond he shared with Anakin had finally rubbed off on him too much. With boldness that he didn’t know he possessed, Obi-Wan turned back to his flustered Padawan — Anakin would always be his Padawan — and said. “Apologies, my dear, I shall leave you to it. But… if you would like, I could help you?”
Anakin stared at him for a few seconds, a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Obi-Wan, before licking his lips and nodding. Obi-Wan had closed the door behind him and locked it. Anakin had swallowed.
Now?
Now Obi-wan can’t believe Anakin’s letting him do this. His gorgeous, young Padawan is letting him touch him, kiss him, take him in his mouth. And the way he looks, his feelings in the Force — oh, fuck, the way Anakin feels in the force — is all telling him something impossible.
That Anakin loves him, wants him, even worships him.
Obi-Wan gently let Anakin’s pretty cock slide out of his mouth and was rewarded with a tiny whine. He gave small kisses as an apology. “Shhh, dearest, I’m here, I got you. I simply wished to —” The sound Anakin made when Obi-Wan took one of his balls in his mouth was rewarding all of his pleas to have Anakin feel good, like a gentle caress spoiling a loth-cat. He took his sweet time rolling his tongue around Anakin’s balls before going back to sucking him off. He used his hand to cover most of it, while working his mouth round the tip part.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin was watching him with his mouth wide open, eyes almost teary. “You’re so good, Master. That-that feels really fucking good,”
He knew that Anakin was jealous. He felt it in their bond, which should have been severed three years ago. Along with his delight to have his Master on his knees before him, and the intense pleasure he felt from having his pretty cock sucked for the first time, Anakin was also slightly displeased that Obi-Wan had done this to others before, even though he was begrudgingly thankful that Obi-Wan got to become this good at it.
Impossible boy. What would Obi-Wan do with him? Except of course give him everything he would ever want.
As Anakin’s orgasm approached, Obi-Wan felt his own get pulled closer because Anakin wanted it so.
Come together. Want you to come with me. Please, Obi-Wan. Come with me.
Demanding and powerful as ever in the Force, his once Padawan was basically using the damned thing to fuck Obi-Wan’s arousal. He had never felt anything like it before.
“Master, I’m gonna… Obi-Wan… please… let go, or I’ll… in your mouth, ugh, Master!”
Sweet, sweet Anakin. How could he still not know how hungry his old Master was for his cum? Obi-Wan surged forward to swallow all of Anakin’s cock, at the same time grabbing his ass and squeezed, delighted to feel the soft flesh beneath his hands, slightly cool from the long exposure to air.
With greed that he felt only when it came to Anakin, Obi-Wan swallowed every drop of cum that his once Padawan generously provided. Some trickled down to his chin but he quickly wiped them with his fingers then licked off everything. Delicious. Perfect. Anakin.
Anakin was still watching him, breathing heavily, his curly hair plastered to his forehead.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Obi-Wan, you can't do that."
Pleased with himself, Obi-Wan planted one last (for now) kiss on Anakin’s sensitive cock before getting up to pull Anakin into a kiss, pushing back his sweaty hair and grabbing his ass again. He would fuck that ass later on, just as soon as he and Anakin got to have a small talk.
Scenario one here
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