I feel like I'm honestly very lucky that I haven't seen much negativity toward Mackie's interview in general and the upcoming Cap 4 in particular, but I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up today and saw people give Sam (and Mackie) shit.
"Bucky isn't going to be in Cap 4" "Steve isn't coming back" so what? It's SAM's movie. Let him be the star of it and get a real good surgeon to pull y'all's heads out of your asses.
The fact that some Sambucky fans also react like this is insane. If you are one of those "shippers" that glorify Bucky and make Sam look like he's just the caretaker or tagging along, feel free to block both of my blogs. I don't welcome you here.
Also while I'm at it, Vietnamese Marvel "fans" are racist as fuck. No I won't discuss this further, and that's that.
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Marvel Characters as Dumb Shit I've Done
Tony Stark - went to church, came home exhausted, took a nap, woke up and withing 30 minutes managed to fight my mom over who did the dishes (I won. I got there first I called dish duty back off-)
Steve Rogers - hurt my shoulder doing army crawls and then did 50 pushups
Thor - regularly eating raw cookie dough
Loki - I failed a captcha
Clint Barton - caffeine addiction
Bruce Banner - I offered to stab a hole in a cup for my friend (we were doing the egg drop experiment) so she wouldn't get hurt. ended up cutting my finger
Natasha Romanoff - driving, exclaimed in Russian, realised I was the only one in the car who knew russian
Yelena Belova - might've broken my foot in dance class, I don't know bc I never got it looked at :)
Kate Bishop - I tried to climb something and ended up slamming my ribcage into a concrete cylinder. had the audacity to ask why my ribs hurt the next day
Peter Parker - got math problems wrong bc I have synesthesia (numbers have colours)
Bucky Barnes - one time during karate we had an obstacle course and I was so tired that I got my flying side kick stuck on top of the punching bag and fell over
Sam Wilson - was tired and looking for an icepack. decided to check the pantry
Carol Danvers - "I'm a girl, and I'm cold. therefore, I'm the embodiment of the cold girl aesthetic"
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I'm one again here to ask you for more headcanons about
✨The toxic yuri lumini✨
PUTS MY HAND ON MY HIP JERMA STYLE. AND I WILL DELIVER MORE HEADCANONS ABOUT TOXIC YURI LUMINI ^_^
You left a tag on one of my Gemini design posts a bit ago where you mentioned the idea of Lunara breaking off one of Gemini's antlers and I have not stopped thinking about it btw. Could you imagine being an entity made of space, stars, light, and unfathomable power and some little rat bastard mortal who you have weird feelings about comes long, bests you in a fight, and breaks off a piece of your antlers?? breaks of a piece of your HALO???? THATS INSANE. /POS
I can just imagine the initial shock after it cracks and snaps right off and there's just a long moment where Lunara is staring at the horn in their hands and Gemini is staring at Lunara while loosely palming the area where it broke off. Once it settles in though, I think Lunara would be absolutely thrilled at what they've done. They'd laugh and they'd taunt Gemini by holding the piece up to their own head and going "look, now we match! <3"
Gemini on the other hand would be... less than pleased LMAO. I think they'd be a mix of humiliated and angry for taking such a hit from this random robot, but they'd also be like aoaughh oly shit. they overpowered me, how did they even,,, theyre . i can be normal about this(< is experiencing the classic "i can't tell if i want to kiss or kill you" dilemma).
I also think that, from that point forward, Lunara would probably wear that piece somewhere on them and they'd get more much comfortable just grabbing Gemini by the horns whenever they felt like it. You know that "how to talk to a short person" meme? That, Imagine that but the "correct" answer is of Lunara grabbing Gemini's antlers and yanking them down so they're at eye level <3
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I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You
Have a Bucky scene! This is supposed to be the b-side to whatever much more serious story I was writing in Sam's pov (link to that snippet). As I will probably never finish these please don't take them seriously <3
Also this isn't canon compliant but Marvel isn't real you know
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Sometimes he thinks Sam is the only good thing about the future. Sometimes he thinks that Sam’s everything good about the future. If there’s a difference between those two thoughts, he doesn’t have any better words for it.
When he’d first met Sam—well, depending on your definition, they’ve had several first meetings. By one definition he’d either ripped his steering wheel out through his windshield, yanked him out of the sky, or tried to put him through a wall face first. Bucky doesn’t really remember those ones. He just has to go off of the (obviously exaggerated and totally unreliable) versions Sam recounts when he decides to seize the opportunity offered by the question ‘how did you two meet?’ and make Bucky squirm.
If Bucky doesn’t remember it, he thinks it doesn’t count. Maybe it’s the first time Sam met him, but the first time he met Sam was during the year Sam and Steve were chasing him.
A year of drawing smaller and smaller circles around them as they sighed and fought and slept and drove and kicked the frozen rocks in the Hindu Kush or the Smokey Mountains, squinting into the sun like it had any clues to give them, anything at all. The first time Bucky met Sam, it had been through a rifle scope.
He’d met him in the air. Watched him from a hundred paces upwind twisting against the blue, soaring, looping around the sun. Sam eating tacos in the passenger side of a jeep, laughing at Steve’s beet red face and playing it off like he wasn’t coughing on the spice himself. Teaching Steve to fist bump, complete with explosion noises. Rumpled and serious over stacks of files in a diner, too late or too early for company. Dark eyes tracking bullet paths from sniper rifles he didn’t place, cautious in the face of Steve’s leaping optimism, watchful where Steve throws a wave or salute, reserving judgment. Sam.
Sam says these don’t count. Meeting someone according to Sam, who is casting himself as an authority on the subject, involves walking up to them, introducing yourself, getting their name, and shaking hands. “Two people gotta be involved! The time you watched me choke on an m&m through my bedroom window and didn’t even intervene, ain’t meeting, Boo Radley. It’s called stalking, and I’m adding it to your rap sheet.” Sam marches over to the poster paper hanging off the bathroom door and scribbles on it.
Bucky follows him, glowering. “By that definition, I’ve never met anybody.”
“By that definition,” Sam mimics. “Man, don’t give me that poor-little-orphan-boy act. What, they didn’t have handshakes in the 30s? Didn’t have names? ‘Never met anybody,’ You’re so full of shit.”
“Never met anybody important,” Bucky concedes, for the sake of the brief moment where Sam blinks at him. Sincerity always catches him off guard. Bucky has to be careful not to overuse this tactic or risk diminishing returns, but it’s worth it for his startled, wide eyes, the barely noticeable hitch in his stream of words.
In that moment of silence he leans over Sam’s shoulder to read the additions to the list. Stalking, and Watched me coughing for a full minute and didn’t break in to give me the heimlich. “I thought you were for prison abolition.”
“I’m not asking for jail time, I’m asking for reparations. I coulda died, man!”
Bucky lets his face go dour and gloomy in response to the teasing, a look that never fails to increase Sam’s enjoyment of a situation.
“Look out, Eeyore,” he says gleefully. “Your face might stick that way.”
“Too late. It froze like this in cryo.”
Sam’s delighted cackle is loud enough to attract Natalia’s attention, and Bucky carefully suppresses his reaction—his face might look blank and intimidating to others, but Tasha can pick out a mockable emotion at a hundred paces.
Her attention is enough to distract Sam, rerouting him into the kitchen where he starts fussing with the coffee pot. Bucky trails after him to hover silently in the doorway like an Eeyore balloon at the Thanksgiving Day Parade, avoiding eye contact with Natalia. She thinks she’s so fucking funny.
Good things about the future: Drunken noodles from Royal Siam with fresh basil and lime, extra spicy the way Sam orders it on movie nights. Losing at spades to Sarah and Cousin Jay, Sam blaming him for their downfall every hand of the game. Cass facetiming him from the kitchen table in Delacroix, history homework all spread out in front of him, both of them ignoring Sam shouting, ‘amnesiac, A-M-N-Something-S-iac, definition ‘he don’t know shit,’ you’re better off trying wikipedia,” from the couch.
“Man, just ask me.” Sam doesn’t bother turning around, but his amusement is palpable in the set of his shoulders, the back of his neck.
He sighs. “Who’s Bo Rad Lee”
The crinkle at the corners of Sam’s eyes, when he wears his smug stupid face. That’s a good thing about the future.
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Peter: so Loki do you wanna do a prank with me?
Loki: will people get hurt?
Peter: no, it's more like psychological torture
Loki: fine what is it?
Peter: okay so Clint and Sam are building ikea furniture. All you need to do is make a few of there materials disappear, the more ridiculous the better.
Loki: I already love this.
1 hour later:
Clint: Where the fuck is the screws???
Sam: Where's my hammer?
Clint: THE FUCKING MANUAL IS GONE!!!!
Sam: WHERE DID THE SHELF GO???!!!
Down the hall Peter and Loki is laughing their asses off.
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