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noooo!! D: how did you end up losing your account!?

Because tumblr locked me out and my account was attached to a defunct email

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Ight y'all so I remade my account at @ballerinawidow

#signal boost the shit outta this

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Sigh I think I'm gonna lose this account

#the email it's attached to is defunct and I can't reset the password #so unless tumblr staff can fix it I might lose it #aw

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I want more Wanda/Natasha interactions and I’ll tell you why: Natasha has every reason to be terrified of Wanda. She knows what Wanda can do, one wave of her hand and some glowy red magic and Natasha is reduced to a brainwashed Red Room agent. 

Moreover, Natasha represents everything that Wanda fears about herself. She knows that she can bring out the very worst in people, and that she’s a physical embodiment of everything they fear. So their budding friendship, or any sisterly interactions could be a very tangible manifestation that they’re both moving past their histories and their pain and learning how to put it all behind them. 

Plus can you imagine the trouble they could get into with Wanda’s telekinesis and Natasha’s super-spy skills? They would be the prank queens of the Avengers, and whenever anyone hears them giggling or whispering in Russian they immediately look for an exit and sleep with one eye open.

It would be glorious

#HELLO I AM HERE FOR THIS #choo choo the train is leaving the station and my ass is on it #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #slavic sisters

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plus, pietro died for clint. i imagine to some level natasha must feel indebted to wanda. wanda lost her best friend so nat could keep hers

Honestly. I feel like all the Avengers assumed that Wanda and Natasha would just kind of avoid one another, but I also headcanon that Wanda basically lives with the Bartons and refuses to go a week without seeing Nathaniel Pietro (and she always calls him by his full name, lbr) so they have to run into one another eventually. 

So maybe one night Natasha shows up at the Barton farm and Wanda disappears into her room. No one really comments on it, and Natasha has a good time with Laura and Clint and the kids, but after she helps put the children to bed and has a nightcap with Laura, she goes to Wanda’s room. And Clint’s holding his breath, half waiting for things to get violent, but Wanda opens the door for her and closes it. 

Natasha doesn’t stay long and doesn’t say much, just gives Wanda the picture that Pietro used to carry around with him. It’s the only one left of the Maximoffs, and Natasha went to get it from wherever it ended up after the battle of Sokovia. After that, there’s a kind of understanding between them.

Plus, Nathaniel Pietro is going to be the single most protected child in the universe, named after a spy and the man that gave his life to save his father. I imagine so many shopping dates where Wanda and Natasha go crazy and come home with ridiculous amounts of presents for the kids. I mean, if anything, they would bond over how much they love that kid. 

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #slavic sisters #also let me be clear that i am clintasha trash to the very end #but this ask kinda needed to be canon-ish #so i went with that #nonnie #cayla got an ask

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#is there anyone in these goddamn movies that can't sing #jesus shit #chadwick boseman

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#this fox is prettier than me

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I want more Wanda/Natasha interactions and I’ll tell you why: Natasha has every reason to be terrified of Wanda. She knows what Wanda can do, one wave of her hand and some glowy red magic and Natasha is reduced to a brainwashed Red Room agent. 

Moreover, Natasha represents everything that Wanda fears about herself. She knows that she can bring out the very worst in people, and that she’s a physical embodiment of everything they fear. So their budding friendship, or any sisterly interactions could be a very tangible manifestation that they’re both moving past their histories and their pain and learning how to put it all behind them. 

Plus can you imagine the trouble they could get into with Wanda’s telekinesis and Natasha’s super-spy skills? They would be the prank queens of the Avengers, and whenever anyone hears them giggling or whispering in Russian they immediately look for an exit and sleep with one eye open.

It would be glorious

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #slavic sisters #yes i have a tag for them now fight me

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i can’t believe we have to wait until may of 2017 for the next marvel mcu film :-/

#me

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where the fuck are these hd civil war gifs coming from jesus christ

#im so impressed #cacw

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#these gifs are so good jesus christ #cacw

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I feel like Natasha would have a huge problem with Tony recruiting Peter. Sure, he was taken out of the fight because he could really get himself hurt, but he didn’t even know what he was up against - see his surprise at Bucky’s metal arm.

She knows what it’s like to be a child soldier and to be manipulated into fighting in conflicts she wasn’t equipped for. Peter was given a choice, but Tony basically shanghaied him into the fight - I mean, would you say no if fucking Iron Man showed up at your door? Nah. (I also imagine a scene after the fight where Natasha slams Tony up against a wall and hisses “You are not pulling that kid into our world again” and Tony doesn’t argue because he likes living, thanks)

I feel like she keeps an eye on him and makes sure he’s doing okay. Not just in fights, but in school. Peter starts taking Russian as his language elective and Natasha sneaks in through his window to help him study. They also work on hand to hand combat, but mostly Russian verb conjugations.

Eventually, Natasha is over so often that Aunt May begins setting a place for her at the table, and May sleeps better at night knowing that the scariest woman in the world is keeping an eye out for her nephew

#IM REBLOGGING THIS AGAIN #BECAUSE I AM EMOTIONAL #cacw

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did anyone else notice the guitar in Wanda’s room? I feel like her sensitivity and abilities would really lend themselves to music and teaching herself to play the guitar would be a great way for her to cope with the loss of her brother and everything else that’s happened

and because we all know how much i love my musical Natasha headcanon I bet Natasha wanders in on Wanda playing one day and starts humming along. Which, of course, leads to Wanda crudely picking the notes to an old Sokovian lullaby, which is similar enough that Nat can follow along. Sometimes Bucky joins them.

Once, Clint catches Tony about to barge in on the three of them and hauls him away before he can say or do anything stupid. Because honestly, Clint has gotten used to having Tony around and it would be unfortunate for him to be reduced to a bloody stain on the carpet for interrupting the therapeutic jam session of three scariest/most powerful people they know

#wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #i just want them to BE HAPPY #AND FRIENDS #GOD DAMMIT

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#honestly #cacw

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i feel like wanda and nat would just be insufferable about winter. like, lord help you if you complain about New York weather in January because they will be on you like white on rice and you will be mocked until you regret ever learning to speak

“Oh you’re cold, Stark? Here? Where it’s balmy 21 degrees and you can go outside without worrying about frostbite? Did you hear that Wanda? Stark is cold.” And then they just giggle and talk shit in Sokovian for the rest of the day

#natasha and wanda are slavic sisters #and you can fucking fight me about it #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff

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FANCASTING: Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Milo Thatch: Andrew Garfield

‘Kida’ Kidagakash: Zoe Saldana

Commander Rourke: Tommy Lee Jones

Helga Sinclair: Charlize Theron

Audrey Ramirez: Francia Raisa

Dr. Joshua Sweet: Terry Crews

‘Vinny’ Santorini: John Turturro

Gaetan ‘The Mole’: Timothy Spall

Mrs. Packard: Helen Mirren

King Kashekim Nedakh: Morgan Freeman

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I would really, really like to hear the story of why Clod doesn't like the mailman.

OK, so. 

It is a very well established fact that Clod, feline prince of my heart, is ridiculously adorable. He is a squishy grey blob of brain-melting cuteness and fluff. 

He does have a naughty streak, and his favourite hobby is walking along one of our shelves and knocking every single item off individually, but he’s generally a congenial chap. Sometimes he purrs so hard that he drools, he rubs his face on things so happily that he leaves trails of spit, and he’s more than once headbutted me so hard in greeting that I’ve winced. However, he is also on the Royal Mail’s blacklist of dangerous animals.

This is because he is deathly, singularly obsessed with post.

We have no idea why. He doesn’t react this way to anything else. He is pretty chill about most things. Post, though? He cannot fucking deal. It works him right up into a terrifying feral frenzy, and god forbid anyone in the vicinity when the postman cometh. 

Before we got Clod, we just had a slot letterbox of the kind that’s more common in Europe (y’know, this sort of thing, but in a less fancy door, because we live in Cardiff and have hardly any connections to royalty at all):

This was all fine and dandy, until one day Clod noticed that, when the postman was putting the post through the door, it could be turned into an absolutely fabulous game of life and death called ‘Mauling the Mailman’. Clod used to sit by the kitchen window and watch for the postman, and as soon as the letters poked through the door, Clod would run over and grab the postman’s hand, attacking it with a crazed fervour hitherto unseen outside of a One Direction concert (may they rest in peace). It wasn’t playing at all; it was genuine attack mode. I’ve seen less vicious attacks on Black Friday news reports. It was horrendous.

We tried keeping him away from the door, which meant shutting him in the kitchen, but the post doesn’t come at a set time and we weren’t always at home (and obviously didn’t want to shut him up in one room all day, because no) so we weren’t always successful, which meant that Clod probably managed to wreak havoc about 5 or 6 times before we even really knew there was a problem. The postman, bless his little bearded face, tried a host of things to stop it. He tried poking the letters through with a stick. He tried pushing them through super slowly so that Clod didn’t hear it from the kitchen. He tried prayer (probably). None of it worked, and it came to a head one day when we heard a knock at the door and saw the poor dude standing on our porch, cradling his bleeding hand, and mum had to give him first aid. The blood stayed on our porch for weeks. Not because we’re lazy, you understand. We really gave it a good scrub. There was just a lot of it. How those people on Medical Detectives manage to clean up whole bodies’ worth, I do not know.

After that, we installed a mailbag inside the door so that the post could go into that and the postman’s hand wouldn’t be exposed to Clod’s wrath. It didn’t work, because Clod - who is usually an absolute idiot, and has been known to run into walls - figured out how to open the mailbag and maul the postman again. This also introduced an additional problem in that whenever someone tried to open the mailbag to get the post, Clod would attack them too. And to reiterate, by ‘attack’, I don’t mean that cute half-assed bite that cats do when they hold onto your hand and gently gnaw you. I mean he yowled, kicked, scratched and bit, often drawing blood. So, obviously, this solution did not work quite as well as we’d hoped. 

Around this time, we got a message from the Royal Mail, informing us that - totally understandably - they would have to stop delivering our mail if we didn’t get our cat the fuck under control. So we did the only thing we could do, and installed an external mailbox. It is a pain in every single one of my limbs, and it was expensive and it looks ugly, but at least the postman isn’t at an elevated risk of tetanus any more.

Clod still watches at the window for the postman, seeking vengeance, but our porch is now blood-free.

For now.