#.... i will say some things about she hulk gives me a bit of hope

[magnetic-rose]

there’s a lot of discourse about jen’s speech to bruce about rage and like... her being right about needing to regulate her anger as a woman AND the mcu’s continuous issue of ignoring bruce’s mental illness & childhood abuse being very frustrating can be two ideas that co-exist. because there was nothing wrong about jen’s speech about controlling her anger and dudebros getting bent out of shape over it is literally proving her point lol.

at the same time, bruce isn’t just some privileged dude who can’t control his emotions. his condition comes from years of childhood abuse and undiagnosed DID. it has been really frustrating being a bruce banner fan in the mcu because he’s become such a joke of a character. this is a character whose first appearance had him admitting to committing suicide. and then after 2012 avengers he was just never taken seriously again.

idk, man. bruce is a mentally ill ca survivor. his stories in the comics always emphasis that aspect: that he’s a survivor and perseveres and continues to try to better himself. every time he shows up in the mcu i’m worried if he’s just there to be a meme and not taken seriously.

THIS is the banner i want to see. not hipster, silly, funny banner who just exists to make stupid jokes and then get nerfed when it’s convenient for the writers. bruce is a badass and a tragic character. let him be badass and tragic smdh.

#she hulk #bruce banner #mcu #.... i will say some things about she hulk gives me a bit of hope #the first episode hinted at his DID which is a step in the right direction #and his obviously jealous at jen's ease could be interesting #at the same time idk if i trust the mcu like that #i did like everything else about she hulk #(... almost everything i think the way she got her powers was weird and lazy) #but tatiana is a really charming and talented actress #jen is always a fun character

[honestsycrets]

HELLO, HELLO! Okay, so this drabble prompt/idea is kinda sorta in the vein of Querido (I only think about Old Western Miguel now I cannot help it pls forgive me head empty only man and hörse), so pls skip if you're not inspired or in the mood for more in this genre!

Still, I offer you this: Sheriff Miguel.

He's someone all the women have their eyes on, and he'd have his eyes on them, too, if he were younger. But he has a baby girl to worry about, a runaway wife to forget, and a town to keep an eye on, especially when a woman from the big city pays the little down a visit.

He meets her when he loses Gabriella in the market's crowd, only to find her tugging on a fine dress belonging to a fine woman.

(P.S. reading your writing has inspired me to get back into writing my own reader insert stuff 💖 really love your work, keep it up!!)

bumblebee | sheriff!miguel x dressmaker!reader

❛ pairing | sheriff-singleparent!miguel o'hara x dressmaker!reader

❛ type | extended drabble, not-explicit, wc: 2600ish

❛ summary | miguel loses his daughter-- and finds a part of himself he thought was long past dead.

❛ tags | self-edited, querido au, f!reader, sheriff!miguel, dressmaker!reader, implied parental abandonment, some mention of thievery, widowed!reader, mostly fluff, some mention of death, spanish not translated.

❛ sy's notes | i intended this to be a drabble but... it's quite a bit longer. anon, i hope you end up writing to your heart's content.

Miguel ain’t the kinda man women really need. He’s the kinda man they think they want. A big man with a big name, sure, but he’s saddled with what their fathers colloquially call baggage. A little three-year-old girl with ambitions of rolling on out of this little town by rolling on out of his fingertips. 

“Oye, Gwen,” he catches the arm of his deputy. She’s out on the town just as he was, making rounds about the grassy plain where the market was booming. With too few stalls, the marketgoers visit full wooden wagons chock-full of goods. This year, there were new boxes of small circular chocolates. Once every year, his quiet little town became a bustling fuck fest with foreigners running a muck of it all. As sheriff, he just had to deal with it. 

“What’s it, sheriff?” she asks. “Something wrong?” 

“You seen my littlin anywhere? Swore she was right here.”

This is his penance for fooling around with the hearts of pretty women: chasing him his own little girl and minding the crowd. His long, slicked-back hair was all kinds of out of place, whirling over his wrinkled forehead. He shoves a strand of grey hair back in place out of his dark eyes and scans his little town. She could’ve slipped into any creaky old building that wasn't locked up or hitched a ride on a wagon she didn’t belong on. Or, alternatively…

“Miguel! Rio saw her by the sweets.” Former Sherriff Morales tells him, standing by his son’s stall of sweet roasted corn. Ordinarily, he’d give it a begrudging visit. Miguel whirls around on his muddy leather boots, throwing him a nod of thanks with Gwen short on his tail. 

“Sounds promisin’,” she says. “Could be searchin’ for Lyla or Peter.” 

“Thank you for the help, Sheriff,” he grumbled, shoving his way past a sea of cream, brown, and black dresses. Gwen could spider her way through the groups of people with her comparatively slender frame. As a consequence of Miguel’s hulking frame, he’s markedly slower in his search.

“Ain’t here either,” Gwen hops back to his side. “You sure she wandered off?” 

"She had to."

The alternative was… well, he didn't want to think about it. Out of his periphery, he caught the glimmer of polished metal. He spots his daughter’s peachy dress, bundled up with a fat white bow complete with a bell. He put the thing on thinking that, ideally, his little girl would jingle up some hell of noise if she got lost. Some good that bell did. 

“You lost mi amor?” 

Lost. The word stands out to him first, all dressed up in a sugar cube of a voice. His Gabriella tugs on a stranger’s long gown, eyes pricked with tears streaming down her cheeks. Of all the people-- she couldn’t just pick on someone she knew? Head to Rio’s hostel, find Deputy Gwen stalking around, or even Hobie’s bum ass strumming a tune on the old stage. No, she’s with a strange woman. 

“Now don’t you cry,” you dab away the stray tears with an embroidered handkerchief. “I’ll find you home.” 

You’re not from here because you’re all done up like a buttercup in spring when the women here only broke out color for church. Corset sucking in the finest assets, a buttercream bustle underneath that buttercup yellow skirt. Hair up in a waterfall of curls and covered by a small slouched hat of flowers. You held a parasol for the evening sun, keeping it off your tanned skin. 

“There,” Miguel set his hands on his hips, catching his head in a shake. Gwen leans over on the ball of her feet and stares straight down the barrel of a path. 

“My my,” she says. “Ain’t she a looker. Why are you-- You look good, Miguel.” 

She’s caught on his frantic fiddling. The way Miguel straightens his tie into his waistcoat and checks the chain that drapes along his side. He checks the time on his cracked pocketwatch and spins it between his fingers. Gwen leans up to flick a stray strand of hair away from his face.

“Think so?” 

“Entirely presentable.” 

"¿De veras?" Miguel clears his throat, “Best be on my way to get her.” Miguel loops his fingers on his fine leather belt and waltzes right on up to your stall of hand-sewn dresses. 

For once in his life, he feels underdressed. A man sets some coins in your hand, plucking up a small communion dress for his daughter. With ruffles, lace, and the occasional ribbon. He’s not sure how much luck you’d have selling more than scraps of ribbon in this little town. You set the coins aside, turning your attention back to his daughter who-- somehow, got a brand new ribbon bundled in her ponytail between his fiddling and the walk over.

“Buenas tardes,” he clears his throat, whipping out his metal badge. “I’m Sherriff O’Hara.” 

“Encantada, Sheriff O’Hara. You’re looking as pretty as a penny this fine afternoon. Can’t be wanting any of my dresses. My name is… well, how can I help you?” 

“Papa,” Gabriella coos as if this whole mess wasn’t on her tiny little shoulders. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad, not yet.

“Yes, mami, Sheriff O’Hara. Do you know old Sheriff O’Hara?” Miguel suppresses his delight as you lift her up onto your hip. Most days, he didn’t notice his own melancholy. Coming home to his little girl soothed all that like a good helping of booze after a bad wound. “She likes you.” 

You sure talk pretty. He clears his throat, pulling on the sloppy tie that feels a whole lot hotter all of a sudden. He shouldn't be acting like this. Has it really been that long since he’s been with a girl? He couldn't go to the saloon and pick any one of those lovesick girls. The town wouldn’t continually elect a loose man. Miguel’s eyes catch the flickering gold of a bumblebee locket on your chest. He traces the curve of its wings, wrapping around a crusted gem.

“‘Course she does, she’s my girl. I lost Gabi up in the crowd flow.” 

“You lost her? You can’t tell me you’re the kinda man that does it all. Where is your wife?”

Where is your wife? The question tormented him. He could do it all. Managing the sloppy, slow thieves and putting down the occasional drunken brawl. At the end of the night, he came home to his empty home and saw his little girl. Miguel’s gaze danced along the puffy clouds in the sky. The fluffy clouds drift the same as usual, the same old slow draw, unknowledgeable about the change in his life. He suppresses the distant melancholy in his voice in surfacing old memories. 

“Ain’t got a wife. She ran off on me with some wolf. Usually, I got a sitter for my girl but, she came down with a fever.”

“A wolf?” you repeat after him, “Why, you mean a gentleman?” 

A gentleman, he scoffs under his breath.

“If you wanna call him that. He was an outlaw.” 

“I’m mighty sorry, Sheriff.”  You looked at the little girl in your arms. Gabriella’s small fingers fiddle with the glimmering gold pendant on your chest. He throws her a look-- behave. She’s not paying attention one bit. You set your parasol down, freeing the necklace and setting it in her tiny fist. “I’m a whole widow myself. Lost my man in the war and never got the chance to have one’a my own.” 

“You don’t say. You on the market?”

“On the market like cattle?” you teased. If he’s not mistaken, that shy smile of yours was all his. Maybe you like him. It's a signal that he could keep going. 

“Coño, no. You’re too fine for that,” the words are buttery smooth, but upon discovering how the words may come off, he realizes he might be sliding into a trap on the back of those words. Your lips are slightly agape, half in shock. “Pretty. You’re too pretty.” 

“Oh, Sheriff, don’t worry your head,” you adjust Gabriella on your hip, swaying in place like it was natural. “I ain’t one to take offense to pretty words. Suppose you want your niña back?” 

There went his chance.

"That'd be best," he slides his hands underneath Gabriella’s tiny arms to pick her up. The pendant she held clattered free from her grip, nestled in the deep grass. You were about to pick it up when a scrawny thing of a man swiped it from the grass. For an instant, Miguel thought it might be Pavi, who loved to be helpful in the most annoying ways. Catching doors even when it's men, dropping his scarf on mud for girls, a charming and shy kid. It isn’t, though, it’s that weasel he seems to be throwing in the pin every damn week, bolting off in a full-on run. 

“Ay, not my locket!” you gasped, plucking your skirts over your boots. 

“Maldito niño--” Miguel stops you, sliding Gabriella back into your arms. Not that she was complaining, tiny hands slapping together in a rendition of applause as Miguel darted after him, his booming steps beating the ground. “Get back here, kid!”  

“Dios, you sure have a busy papa. I'm sure he’ll back in two shakes of a lamb's tail.” You looked between the little girl nestled comfortably in your arms and the parting sea of the crowd. Gwen zooms past, eliciting another round of jovial laughter from Gabriella O’Hara. She does love a good game.

It ain’t that Miguel wants to leave his girl with any old fool that waltzed on into his town. But he knows his community, knows they’d not leave him out to dry, and knows that taking his daughter on a town-wide chase with a skinny little weasel around town is not the move. Especially not if he has a gun, which he did, because of course he did. Now, the man has a jail cell and Miguel has a crook in his neck from where the buffoon fell through the crooked second floor of the post office.

He works the sore muscle the whole way back to your wagon. It’s high time for eating. His stomach was raging after the scent of someone’s pulled pork, the roasted sweetness of corn. If we wanted to be presentable then, he sure wasn’t now. Dust was a second skin on his pants and aged boots. He walks past the platform where Hobie plays a tune with his banda. Most vendors were wrapping right on up for some proper debauchery.

He finds you there, swaying to the beat of the music with Gabriella hanging in your arms. Her tiny hands were around an ear of elote already. Guess she extorted a snack out of you. 

“One gold locket,” Miguel heaves out the words as he digs in his pocket, whirling the golden chain into your small hand. You flip it over once, then twice, examining it for any defects. “Better to keep that tucked away out here. Puts a target on your back right quick.”

“Muchísimas gracias, sheriff. You're a sweetheart,” you reach out, grazing his scratchy cheek with your supple lips. Gabriella is flatly squished between his sweaty chest and yours. She’s fallen asleep flat against your chest. “You don’t know how much this necklace means to me.” 

There are whispers from the women he’s turned down. The viejitas who have been trying to set him up for a full-on year now, those who told him he needed to find a girl as soon as possible to marry. He didn’t want to. Not unless it made sense. 

“Yes, well, you could tell me,” Miguel finally picks his daughter from your arms. She’s out like a light. “If you want.” 

“It was my mami's, once upon a time. She gave it to me on my wedding day," you explain. "It's all I got left of her. I wonder what she'd think of me these days, travelin' town to town like I got secrets."

"You ever think of settlin' down again?" He turns his gaze past Hobie’s banda, to the yellowing sky. The sun is setting out over the horizon, casting warm orange and soft pink into the air. The road is full of wagons. The clip-clop of horses running their way to the next town, some checked in to the hostel.

"A veces," you explain. "If it feels right, I think I will."

"Yeah?" He settles on the bed of your wagon. The dresses were packaged and kept in locked chests, kept away from the bed of the wagon where your blanket was. Most of the foreigners have left, but you. He doesn’t have to guess to know that it was his fault. “You off to Rio’s hostel?” 

“‘fraid I’m out of town,” you smiled at him. “She ain’t got any rooms. Next city over might.” 

“Stay with me,” he says. “The night. Bit too late to get robbed on the road with all them pretty dresses you make. Wouldn’t be right to be sheriff and let a young thing out there without company. Some'a them outlaws take wives that way, y'know.” 

“Oh, Sheriff O’Hara, ain’t no one care about widows on the road,” your hand finds your chest. It’s said with a laugh, as though someone, somewhere, made you feel less than. It wasn’t going to be Miguel.

"Ain't a widow if you're carried off." He reclines, watching the figures of couples dancing to whatever the hell Hobie was playing on his guitar. His eyes track over Hobie’s gloved fingers that prance across the strings, waiting for you to walk back on that stupid comment. You do, snapping out a fan in the waist of your heavy dress to fan yourself.

“You really sure? I don’t mean to be a burden. I’m sure you got better to do than take care of company.” 

“You took care of my girl. Least I could do. Long as you go to church in the morning.” 

“Oh, now he’s askin’ me to church. When’s the wedding, Sherriff?” 

“Miguel. Soon as you want it,” he returns, half a smile pulling at a normally closed-off face. Miguel turns to set his Gabi down on your blanket, throwing you a look for permission. You nod, watching her roll on the wool thing, setting her hands under her cheek until she gets into a position that isn’t as bad as laying on her back. He tucks her hair back over the shell of her ear, exhaling a breath. Somewhere between his ex-wife’s flight from the town and today, she began to look more and more like him. He’s thankful for that. He doesn’t need more memories of her. Only needed to get through each day, and make the next better than the one before.

“She’s tuckered out,” you lean down, just by his face. “All that escapin’ papa work.” 

“Si,” Miguel hums as he massages his sore shoulder. “Tell me about it. I’m getting too old for this.” 

He lifts his head from his daughter’s tiny body, reminded of all the times someone told him to get married. If not the women chasing him around his jail at all hours of the day, then the women at church who, at the moment, were gossiping away. He could hear the prattle already: sheriff likes rich girls. The type to have a golden locket and French silk. The luxury of hopping from town to town like some no-good woman. He’d wager, your husband ain’t had the money to take care of you but for these light luxuries. Traveling town to town wasn't no small feat.

Tch. He’d deal with it tomorrow when he took you to church. Scandalous as that was.

“Fancy a dance?” he offered up his hand. 

You remove your gloves, skin is soft and supple against his, only marred by the pricks of a needle. Your gloved fingers grazed his scarred palm, tracing the long strike that marred his open palm. There’s a thought there, just behind the reach of your playful eyes. He couldn’t quite reach it. 

“I’d love to, Miguel.” 

Something tells him he has time to.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara/reader #miggy x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara drabble #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman imagine #spiderman imagines #spiderman fic #spiderman 2099 x reader

[blueraineshadows]

It's In Her Blood

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

This part contains: angst, death, teen romance

This story will have threads for my own Hufflepuff MC, but I have kept her unnamed for this fic.

Thanks for reading 💜

Part One - 1891

The air was crisp and cold as MC walked across Feldcroft, basket of goods in her arms to give to Anne. It had been a while since she had last visited, her time taken up with school and trials. But it didn't mean the girl wasn't in her thoughts. Tiredness hung like cobwebs around her eyes from all the late nights spent reading with Sebastian. They still hadn't found anything useful to help lift Anne's curse, and she knew that patience was beginning to wear thin.

In the meantime, she wanted to gift Anne some treats in the hope of cheering her up. When Anne smiled she looked like Sebastian, and that was always a sight pleasing to the eye.

MC approached the door to the Sallow home and knocked briskly, glancing up at the dull sky and taking a deep breath. She could smell rain in the air, not unusual for Scotland, but it had been rather dull for a few days now. It would be nice to see the warming sun for a bit.

The door latch moved with a clunk, and the door opened a crack, the interior dim and gloomy behind Solomon's head as he peered out at her. His thick brows drooped into a frown.

"Oh, it's you," he said. His eyes glanced behind MC and to the side. "Are you alone? What do you want? I thought I told you to stay away."

MC bit back a sigh. She knew the man didn't like her after the last disastrous visit here. "Good morning, Mr Sallow," she said, politely. Manners didn't cost anything after all. "I am alone, yes. I have brought some gifts for Anne. I wondered how she was doing."

Solomon eyed the basket suspiciously and then glared at her. "Now is not a good time," he clipped. "Anne needs her rest. You can leave the basket if you wish, I will pass it on to her."

MC clutched the basket tighter in her grip and tried to peek through the gap in the door, but she could see nothing. "Is Anne alright? She hasn't got worse has she?"

Solomon stepped through the door, squeezing through the gap before snapping it shut behind him. His hulking presence on the threshold made MC step back a little, his stance was deliberately intimidating as he scowled down at her. He once again glanced around. "Where is he? I'm surprised he isn't skulking around out here with you."

MC's brow furrowed at the way Solomon spoke about Sebastian. He was his flesh and blood after all, his family, but Solomon's cold and impersonal attitude was bordering on cruel. How could he not see how much Sebastian loved Anne? It was killing him to see his twin suffer, but this oaf of a man just treated him with disdain.

MC could feel her hackles rising and she tried to steady her breathing. Her fingers clutched the basket so tightly her knuckles were white. She didn't have any family, and to see someone else disregard something so precious made her blood boil.

"Sebastian is at school," she said. It was hard to keep the icy tone from her voice. "I came alone."

"Good, it's where he should be," Solomon said. "The boy needs to concentrate on his studies, not flit around and get his head into ridiculous fairy tale notions and messing with things he doesn't understand. His grasp on reality is tenuous to say the least."

MC gaped at Solomon. Her fury now overflowing. "Sebastian does nothing of the sort! He is smart, and brave. I don't understand your cruelty to him," she cried. "He is just a boy who loves his sister!"

Solomon's lip curled. "He is a fool, just like his father was," he snarled. "And as for you, it does not surprise me that you are drawn in by his foolishness. Bad blood will always come out eventually."

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Solomon clamped his lips shut tight. He reached out and yanked the basket from her grip. "Nothing," he said, quickly. His eyes darted to the side. "I will pass this on to Anne. Get back to school, and don't come here again. I mean it. Anne needs her rest."

He turned for the door but MC couldn't let this go. What did he mean by bad blood? She reached out and gripped his sleeve with her fingers. He actually flinched and turned to look down at where she touched him. She let him go, her heart pounding.

He met her eyes, his own swirling with something dark and cold that made her shiver even more in the chilly air. "Don't you ever fucking touch me again," he hissed. "Stay away from here, and stay away from Anne. You may have got your wicked clutches into him already, but you're not getting anywhere near Anne. That boy is weak, weak to feminine charm, just like his father. I could see it when you were both here last time. You've got him dangling on a hook. I shouldn't be surprised, your heart is blacker than any sin."

MC recoiled from him but her mouth tightened. "You speak as if you think you know me," she said, tightly. "How can that be?"

He leaned over her, his face a mask of cold disgust. "Oh, I know you alright," he said. His words were ground through his teeth. "Wicked, evil little bitch. Bad blood always comes out. Mark my words. You will come to a very bad end."

She stared up at him, shocked. Bad blood? He knows her? How? "I don't understand," she gasped.

He huffed a cold, humourless laugh. "You will. Now, be gone, and don't come back."

"But...Mr Sallow..." She stepped forward, not done with this conversation yet, but he put a hand on her shoulder and shoved her. She gasped, loudly, and stumbled, almost crashing to the ground. She stared at him, shaken, and watched as he wiped his hand quickly on his trousers as if touching her had dirtied his skin.

He glared at her viciously before entering the cottage and slamming the door shut.

....*....

The text book lay open on the library table before her, but the words were not going in at all. MC leant her chin on her hand, staring at the page, but her eyes were blank. In her head, she was going over and over her strange encounter with Solomon. None of it made sense, but a cold prickling feeling kept teasing the back of her neck.

She had felt this before, strange moments like when she had first used a wand, or the time she had heard Ominis speak Parseltongue. She tried to remember as far back as she could go, hazy befuddled memories of a woman wearing black, her voice cool and soft. Then all she could remember was the little boarding house she had grown up in, a reject bin for orphans and the unwanted.

Jemma, the wizened old lady who ran the boarding house, had always told her that she had been left on the boarding house doorstep with a note giving just her first name, no surname or mention of where she had come from. She was utterly alone in the world. Jemma had become a surrogate mother, a wise hedge witch with a kind heart. Life had not been so bad for MC growing up, but her deepest put away heart yearned for the love of a family.

She had been a strange child with odd abilities, raised to be kind and mindful of others, she had stumbled through life as best as she could manage. The arrival of Professor Fig had opened up this wonderful world to her, and despite the terrifying hardships she had faced, she also found the craved acceptance and companionship of other unusually gifted children. Hogwarts was like home now, and these new friends were beginning to feel like her family.

Especially the Slytherin boy sitting right opposite her.

Her eyes flicked over the tumble of brunette locks, the dusting of freckles across his nose, and the intense brown eyes that devoured the book in front of him. Sebastian's eyes glanced up to meet hers, and the intensity vanished for a blink as his mouth curved upwards into a brief smile, before he returned to his reading.

Her heart fluttered at this handsome face and lovely smile. How could anyone resist such a charming young man? But it wasn't this alone that had drawn her to him, although on first meeting it had certainly made her heart pound and her cheeks flush. Now, she was used to looking upon his familiar face, and the flutters that came with it. What made her bond with him special most of all was the desperate loneliness that came from being without parents. He understood, and never pressed her on it either. There was an acceptance and understanding between them, and it had become very precious, very quickly to her.

It was why his uncle angered her so much. Sebastian's heart was capable of such love and generosity, and his own flesh and blood rejected it. It made her own heart hurt for him. To not have family was painful enough, but to have family that treated you badly was the ultimate hurt.

Much like her other new friend, Ominis. Colder, and a bit more distant than Sebastian, but nonetheless, MC had an affinity towards the boy, and they were slowly becoming closer. Their experiences in the Scriptorium had been the start of a bond she hoped to nurture.

Her other friends were not so sure of her relationship with these two Slytherin boys. Especially Ominis. He was a Gaunt, and most gave him a wide berth, which suited Ominis just fine really. He wasn't fond of too much closeness, and tolerated it in small doses when he did partake in it.

MC understood, and respected his space, but found herself in his orbit more often than not. She suspected this was mostly due to her closeness with Sebastian. And that was something she definitely wasn't prepared to sacrifice. Her other friends would have to just accept it.

Loyalty was engrained deep into her soul. She valued those who she grew close to. The trait had earned her a place in Hufflepuff House. She hadn't really understood the significance of each house before coming here, and the rivalries between the different houses didn't interest her in the slightest. A friend was a friend in her eyes.

So, MC ignored the mutters of disapproval when she loitered around outside the Slytherin common room, or sat at their table in her Hufflepuff robes. Some of the other Slytherin students had looked down their nose at her, but then grew bored and moved on, not caring either way.

It probably helped matters that she was, at heart, kind. She did favours for people without being greedy for reward, and she offered kind words and a thoughtful hand to anyone who needed it, regardless of house or blood status. The other students may give her odd stares at times, but it was hard to say a bad word about her really.

Which is why Solomon's outburst outside his cottage had stung her rather deeply. It troubled her, and frightened her. What had he meant by her bad blood and wicked heart? What did he know about her that she didn't?

She studied Sebastian again, her thoughts troubling her, which meant it was written all over her face. She was not very good at masking her feelings.

"You're staring again," Sebastian said. He lifted his eyes to her, his mouth curving slightly into a playful smirk. "Careful now, I might start to think you fancy me, MC."

Warmth bloomed over her cheeks and she smacked him on the head with her quill. "You're so full of yourself sometimes," she said. "However do you fit your head through the door."

He chuckled and fluffed at his hair where she had swiped it with her quill, the strands tumbling back into the same postion as before. He sat up a little straighter and folded his arms on the table top, his eyes scrutinising her more closely. "What's up, MC? You have something on your mind. Talk to me," he said.

She chewed on her bottom lip, considering her options. If she told him how horrible Solomon had been, she might be responsible for him doing something rather silly. On the other hand, the mystery of it all would be something that he would pounce on.

"Your uncle used to be an Auror, didn't he?" She asked.

His expression soured at the mention of Solomon, but he nodded. "That's right," he replied. "He gave it all up to take care of me and Anne, at least, that's the story. I think there was a lot more to it than that. There is some suggestion that he isn't as innocent as he makes out."

"Any idea of what this suggestion might be? Was he up to no good?"

Sebastian shrugged. "He never speaks of it, and it was made very clear to me that I wasn't to bring it up." Sebastian's eyes clouded with a memory and he hunched a little. The memory was clearly not a nice one, and not for the first time, MC suspected that Solomon may have been violent towards Sebastian. He met her eyes again, the memory clearing, replaced with curiosity. "Why the interest in Solomon?"

She hesitated, tapping her fingers against her mouth, chin on hand as she leant on the table. She took a deep breath and glanced around the library where they had been studying. "Not here," she said, quietly. "Fancy a trip to the Undercroft?"

....*....

"I'm not having this," Sebastian seethed. He tried to struggle out of MC's grip as she gripped him by the upper arms. "Let me go. I need to go home and have a little word with my uncle. How dare he lay a finger on you!"

"No, please, don't," MC begged. She gasped and grit her teeth, struggling against him, trying to hold him back from storming out of the Undercroft and doing something stupid.

Spilling the truth about what Solomon had said had indeed riled Sebastian's temper. Any attempt to hold back the truth had melted under his persistent pleas for her to tell him. Her inability to hide anything, especially from him, had the words tumbling from her lips.

Sebastian growled in frustration at her attempts to hold him back, he had dragged her close towards the gated entrance, her feet sliding along the stone floor as she clung to his robes.

"Seb, please, stop!" She puffed. "If you go there and start something, then I might never find out what it is he knows! Please, Seb, what if he knew my birth family?"

Sebastian halted and looked down at her, lips parted. "Is that what you think he means?"

She shrugged. Her little flame of hope was weak, but it was there, flickering gently. "I don't know, but what if he does. I could find out what my real name is, my family name, instead of the surname given to all the random children in that boarding home."

She swallowed hard as the sting of tears made her eyes shine. She was still clinging on to Sebastian even though he had stopped moving. The fight had gone out of him as he processed what she had said. Now, she suspected she was hanging on to prevent her shaky legs from giving out.

The potential truth dangled in front of her had opened a wound in her heart she kept carefully covered. Who was she really? A pure blood? Muggle born? Where had her hair colour come from, who's smile did she have? Were there other relatives undiscovered?

"Oh, no, please...don't cry," Sebastian said, gently. His face fell and his hands were cupping her face, his thumb brushing away wetness on her cheek. "It's alright, it will be okay."

MC hadn't even realised she was crying. She sucked in a swift breath at the feel of his hands on her face, the gentle touch made her cheeks burn. She had never been touched by a boy before in this way. Under her spinning emotions was the vague sense of how lovely it was to be held by him.

Her eyes locked on his and she noticed the little flecks of amber in the brown of his irises, the delicate swoop of his thick lashes, and she thought she might be able to drown in those eyes, if he let her.

Somehow, her hands had now moved to his wrists, but not to pull his hands away. She held them in a soft grip, her own thumb swirling circles over the little patch of skin of his inner wrist visible above his cuff. His skin was soft there, and she could feel the delicate strands of his tendons under the pad of her thumb.

Through the panic in her chest bloomed a heat, an utter awareness of his scent, the feel of his skin, and how close his face was to hers. Her body began to wake up in ways that were new and overwhelming, her breasts tingled and this new awareness sent a soft and enticing spiral of warmth low in her belly. It stole her very breath from her lungs and she couldn't have pulled her eyes from his if she tried.

Sweet sixteen and never been kissed. For the first time in her life she was seriously wondering what that might feel like. She parted her lips to perhaps tell him that she was alright, the tears had stopped, she would be okay. The movement of her mouth made his gaze drop to her lips, and the gathering heat inside her pulsed. She gasped, shocked at the feeling.

And then his face moved ever so slightly closer...

The clank and groan of the Undercroft gate sounded right behind him. His eyes flew back up to hers, widening in surprise, and a blush swept over his cheeks.

Had he been about to kiss her? Her heart hammered like a wild thing at the idea.

His hands slid from her face and she lamented the loss of them, but Ominis was sweeping into the Undercroft, his face registering their presence. MC and Sebastian both took an immediate step back from each other. It was ridiculous really, Ominis could not see how close they had been standing together, and yet they had both put distance between them.

"Ah, good, you're both here," Ominis said. "I was wondering where you had got to."

Sebastian met her eyes and he looked almost guilty, like he had been caught stealing or some such thing, and then he moved to greet Ominis. His smile slipping into place as he patted his friend on the shoulder.

MC needed another minute to get her whirlwind emotions under control, her mind spinning with all that it was trying to process.

At least Sebastian seemed to have forgotten his anger, but this was far from over. It was another mystery for them to solve on top of everything else. As much as it was her mystery to solve, she had a feeling she was going to need Sebastian's help.

....*....

Gravel crunched under her boots as MC stomped down the path, her fists clenched tight, her wand in hand just in case. Ash smuts marked her face, and the hem of her robe was scorched from the mad flurry of spells cast in the fight with Ranrok's loyalists. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, aided by the frustrated fury that blistered across her skin.

Sebastian Sallow was an arrogant pain in her arse and she would happily like to slap his face about now.

This was why she was striding along the path, trying to put some distance between her and him. They had argued terribly, his bitter words still ringing in her ears. He just would not listen to her, blinded by his fury and pain over Anne's curse.

Not all goblins were bad. Lodgok was trying to help her. She was not ignorant.

MC winced and her step slowed. The insult had hit a nerve. There was a lot she was ignorant about, there was so much she desperately wanted to know, and Sebastian's cruel jibe had stung a bit more than it should have perhaps.

She was still mad at him though.

His running steps on the path behind told her that he was catching her up. She quickened her pace.

"MC, wait up!"

She ignored him. But he was quicker, and his hand caught hold of her sleeve, halting her steps.

"Why did you storm off like that? The danger isn't over, you could have been attacked," he scolded.

She scowled at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, it must be my ignorance showing through," she snapped. She yanked her sleeve from his grip and kept walking.

"Unbelievable," he muttered.

She spun and thumped her fists against her thighs in frustration. "If I'm so ignorant and ridiculous, why do you even bother to speak with me," she bit out. "I must be a terrible burden for someone so smart and world wise as you. How could I have possibly imagined that you cared for me? If you think so little of me, perhaps it would be best if we went our separate ways."

The words burned on the way out leaving her feeling raw and exposed. Tears glittered in her eyes and she couldn't bare to look at his furious face a moment longer. She didn't even want to hear his response either, couldn't bare the rejection.

She spun and ran, her boots sliding on the gravel, hair whipping out in the stiff breeze. To think she almost let him kiss her that day in the Undercroft. If she had, would her heart hurt more than it did now?

His frustrated growl reached her ears and then he was running after her. It became a chase, and he was gaining on her, fast. Her heart thudded, and she wasn't sure if it was anger, fear, or excitement.

She knew he wouldn't physically hurt her, she trusted him that much at least, but what would he do when he caught her? Because he would, he was faster and stronger. Part fear, part excitement made her push her legs harder.

A shocked cry left her when her feet levitated off the ground, she was suddenly weightless and flying backwards, arms flailing. Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh and then arms encircled her waist and her back thudded against Sebastian's chest. He stumbled backwards and they both went sprawling onto the path.

She heard his grunt of pain, the hiss of air through his teeth, but he scrambled up quick and was on her, pinning her down before she could even think of getting up to escape.

"What in Merlin's name was that?" She cried.

The git had the audacity to laugh. "Accio," he chuckled. "Works quite well on clothing."

She slapped at his arm. "You're not funny, Sallow."

"Oh dear, you're using my surname, you must still be mad at me," he grinned. "You'd make an excellent professor with that tone and frown. Perhaps you should consider it a career path."

"If you haven't killed me with your little tricks by then," she muttered. How did he manage to weedle his way out of trouble so easily? She should be mad at him, not giving in. "Bloody Accio."

He chuckled again, but then his face grew serious. "I wouldn't be able to do half the stuff I've been doing lately if you weren't here," he said, quietly. "I'm struggling to remember what it was like before you became my friend. I will aim to keep my little tricks to a minimum. I'd rather keep you around."

His words evaporated her anger entirely. Her body relaxed under the weight of his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him. "Because I'm useful?"

His lips twitched upwards. "Yes, but also because I do care about you, and I certainly don't think little of you. I was angry before. I let my emotions get the better of me, and I shouldn't have. I don't want us to go our separate ways."

He hadn't said the word 'sorry', but this was as close to an apology she suspected she was going to get. "If I say I forgive you, will you let me get up? This stony path is rather uncomfortable."

"Of course," he said. He stood and held out his hand. She took it and he hauled her to her feet. "Let's get back to the castle before you try to run off on me again."

....*....

Her back was against the wall, the swarm of Inferi becoming a serious issue now that the relic was destroyed. The room was searing with heat from the fire spells being thrown back and forth and her lungs burned from the ash.

Sebastian was holding his own against his uncle, an ex Auror, and a man whose eyes gleamed with madness. The shock of his attack on them still had a hold on her, so much so that her efforts to duel with him had been lacklustre at best. She darted sideways and blasted back more Inferi as she moved to Sebastian's side.

"Look at you both," Solomon spat. "Dark and wicked as death himself."

"I won't let you hurt her," Sebastian said, his voice raw.

Solomon scoffed and fired a cast that Sebastian blocked immediately. "She will be her own undoing, don't worry about that."

"What is it you know about me?" MC demanded. She held her wand out ready, Sebastian standing firm beside her. The Inferi hissed and wheezed around them.

"You were born evil," he said. "I knew you would end up in that school one day, but I wish you had never met my kids."

"We are not your kids," Sebastian snarled.

"May as well have been," Solomon said. "Once, anyway. As soon as I get Anne away from here, that will be it. You and me are finished boy. You're on your own, you and your wicked plaything. This is over!"

Solomon cast at MC, a blast of red shooting from the end of his wand. She blocked it, but only just, her shock making her slower than usual. She stumbled back against the wall as Sebastian fired his own spells back at Solomon. It was escalating, and something bad was going to happen, she could feel it, that pricking on the back of her neck.

MC fired Confringo at encroaching Inferi and then spotted Anne's frail figure in the stone entrance way. She looked horrified, her hand to her mouth.

"I won't let her suffer!" Sebastian screamed.

MC wasn't sure who he meant, her or Anne. But his fury was written all over his face.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A blast of green light shot from the end of Sebastian's wand and hit Solomon, who immediately collapsed to the floor.

MC was frozen. Stunned beyond belief at what had just occurred. Her eyes flew to Sebastian in horror and she saw the realisation dawn on his face, the crackle of his deadly curse still sounding in the air around him. His wand slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. He stared at it as though he didn't recognise his own wand.

"Depulso!"

Anne's anguished voice filled the catacombs and Sebastian was flung harshly into the wall by his sister's spell. MC was gasping, her eyes wide as she watched the Sallow twins face each other in this heart breaking moment. It was all happening so fast, but every detail stood out so clearly, and MC feared that she would never forget it.

She watched as Anne destroyed Slytherin's spellbook, and incinerated the remaining Inferi with an impressive Confringo blast. She had heard the rumours about Anne and her skill in Crossed Wands, and MC could well believe them now. Her power rivalled her brother’s, and she was not at her full strength.

"You've made your choice," Anne said, bitterly.

MC couldn't stand the pain on either of their faces. Their family was broken beyond repair. Her heart ached and her eyes burned.

She stared at Solomon's lifeless body on the dusty catacombs floor. She had seen dead men before, some at her own hands, and they haunted her dreams at night. But this was different. She knew him. As horrible as he had been to her, he was Sebastian's flesh and blood. Her own blood felt like ice in her veins.

Solomon was dead, and whatever truths he had known about her had gone with him.

Anne Apparated out with Solomon's body and MC was still frozen to the spot. Sebastian lay slumped against the wall where he had landed, his face a picture of pain and misery. He was alone.

No, not alone. She forced her feet to move, but she had only taken a few steps before Sebastian climbed to his feet, snatched up his wand and muttered about getting out of there. He ran for the exit and MC's heart sank.

"No, wait!" She called after him.

As she made to follow in his footsteps, a strange rustling sound came from behind her. Expecting an Inferi, she spun, wand up. But it was not an Inferi. To her shock, Slytherin's spellbook was reforming, the cinders and ash of it's exploded pages swirling together to recreate the ancient parchment and leather tome.

Slytherin truly was a cunning, clever man it would seem.

MC stepped up to the stone table, eyes wide, as the book settled back into place as though nothing had touched it. The pages still full of Slytherin's script. Goose flesh spread up her arms and she glanced to the doorway. Nobody else had seen.

Before she could think anymore on it, she closed the spellbook with a thump, scooped it up and hid it in her enchanted pocket. With one last glance around the catacombs, MC took off at a run after Sebastian.

To be continued... Part Two

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Part 2 of Wingman Nancy

Obviously Nancy couldn’t outright flirt with Robin. She was off limits until Steve was taken care of. But as she and Eddie had discussed, things were different for girls. She had a different kind of freedom when it came to the things girls could do. She couldn’t go smacking Robin on the ass, but nail painting was the perfect excuse to touch her hands.

She kept her head down and was subtly biting her lip so that she kept from complimenting her hands. Or kissing them. She and Robin were in the living room of the Wheeler house, sitting in the kitchen. Steve and Eddie were out on a jog. Nancy hoped it was going well. Guys getting sweaty together seemed like a prime bonding moment.

They came in, glistening alright. Eddie sounded and looked like he was dying.

“Looks like it was an intense workout”, Robin commented, barely giving them a glance.

“It was a good run”, Steve said, getting a bottle of water for both himself and Eddie. “Thanks for being my running buddy today. I needed the cardio.”

“It was nothing”, Eddie was leaning against the fridge like it was the only think keeping him up. He took a big swig from the bottle handed to him.

Trying not to miss an opportunity, Nancy looked up at them both.

“Steve, have you been doing other workouts?”, she asked.

He nodded. “You never know what’s gonna happen. And being a jock has saved my life more than once at this point.”

“Yeah, but how much is enough Steve? I don’t think we need the Hulk on our team”, Robin said and Nancy could’ve kissed her for inadvertently giving her the perfect opportunity.

“Oh he’s not that big. Steve, show us.”

Nancy shot Eddie a look and his eyes got big and wide as Steve flexed an arm.

“It’s not a serious bulk up but some muscle wouldn’t hurt me”, Steve said.

“Not serious? Steve, you’re turning into a meat-head”, Robin lamented.

“Eddie, me and Robin’s hands are busy. Feel Steve’s muscle and tell us if it’s ‘serious bulk’“, Nancy said.

Eddie looked like about a second from letting out a squeak. He reached out and touched Steve’s muscle and his brain stopped working. Steve was saying something. And Nancy was saying something. Then Robin said something. Eddie didn’t process any of it until they were all looking at him and his hand was still on Steve’s arm.

“They’re uh, pretty manly, dude.”

Steve smiled at him. “Thanks man.”

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Eddie spent about the next two days in despair but he at least got to hear Nancy tell him about Steve’s hair for his troubles. The two of them were in the library again, actually studying for real school for once, but as usual it was secondary to more important things.

“Nancy, I don’t think this is working.”

“We’ve barely tried anything.” She tapped her pencil against her chin. “Maybe if you two wrestle-”

“Listen. Listen to me.” Eddie leaned in close and whispered. “If I get an accidental boner-”

“What if he gets an accidental boner? What then, Munson?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t know what was rocking him more. The idea of Steve’s erection pressed into him or Nancy Wheeler saying ‘boner’. 

“I just think we need to change tactics a bit.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Eddie rolled his shoulders. “I’m gonna wing it.”

“I’d really prefer not to stake my dating future on you winging it”, Nancy said.

“Have a little faith Big Wheel.”

Because Eddie had noticed one thing at least. They had been going into this treating him like King Steve. But the Steve of today wasn’t the same one Nancy had dated.

So the next time he was around Steve, he tried things a little differently. Instead of trying to get on his level with sports, they just talked. Steve was easy to talk to, always had been, even if it wasn’t something they both mutually enjoyed. Instead of commenting on his impressive physique, he couldn’t help but say something about all the moles Steve had.

“How many of these have you got anyway?”, he had asked. Then, feeling bold, he poked one of them on his neck and Steve had giggled. Giggled. He looked just as shocked as Eddie and tried to cover it by clearing his throat.

“I’ve uh never counted”, Steve replied.

“I could. If you gimme time.”

Eddie had to pat himself on the back for how smooth that sounded. Steve had gone into the kitchen to get a drink and after a minute, Eddie followed. Nancy and Robin were in the backyard, having some kind of intimate conversation with their heads bowed in close and Eddie was almost nosy enough to pay them any mind. But he was a man on a mission.

Steve was by the counter, refilling his solo cup and Eddie hyped himself up before moving in. Steve was turned away from him and Eddie put a hand on his waist as he reached over to go into the cupboard for a bag of chips. He let his touch linger a little.

“Pardon me”, Eddie had said. As he moved away, he felt some of Steve’s hair tickle his cheek and would be adding that sensation to his spank bank later.

And then he walked out of the kitchen.

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“Okay, spill”, Eddie said when he met Nancy at a diner the next morning.

She didn’t hesitate to tell him everything. About how they’d gone out of the house for some fresh air, how Nancy usually didn’t hang out around Steve’s pool anymore and the reasons why.

“But I felt...like safe there with Robin. And not in a ‘she could kick a monster’s ass’ sort of way, but like, nothing bad was going to happen with her around, you know?”

Eddie nodded. He did know.

“Anyway, after it got pretty heavy, I tried changing the subject and I don’t even remember everything but I think we might be going to college together and Eddie I think I might be losing my mind.”

“Nah. You’re just in love, Nancy.”

Nancy frowned. “I’ve thought that before. And both times I was wrong.”

Eddie leaned in forward. “Does this feel like Steve or Jon?”

She shook her head. “Robin is different. But this is between gir-”

“Doesn’t matter. And you know that. What you feel is what you feel.”

“It just feels like this should be harder. But Robin and I are clicking and I’m just waiting for that other shoe to drop.”

Eddie picked at his bacon while she spoke. “That explains things. You think it should be hard, so you’re making it hard. I bet Steve wouldn’t bat an eye at you two. Even if he was still single.”

“There are rules to dating, Eddie. I can’t go for his friend. Not if there’s still a chance that he might be-”, she cut herself off and looked away from him.

“A chance he might be into you still”, he finished for her.

She looked down at her french toast. “I know it sounds silly. But I told you about what he said in the RV. About the kids and the wife. I don’t know if that was end of the world talk or what, but I can’t break his heart again.”

Eddie didn’t say it out loud but part of him was afraid of that too. That even after everything, Steve would want to be back with Nancy. He had even tried pushing them together back when it made sense to him.

Things were different now, though. And Eddie didn’t want Nancy holding herself back from happiness. They all deserved better.

“Those same rules say we shouldn’t be doing this at all, Nance. In fact, if I flip to chapter 4, subsection C”, he mimed like he was opening a book. “The preppy girl from the nuclear family will marry the jock from the rich family and they will have about three children in a suburban home. Well, them’s the rules.”

Nancy smiled, glad at him for lightening the situation. “I guess we’ve been breaking the rules for a while now.”

“Then what’s one more? Ask Robin out”, Eddie said in a low voice.

Nancy looked around them. “Eddie I, I can’t.”

“Then what’ve we been doing this whole time?”

“Steve will-”

“Fuck Steve.”

“If you did, we wouldn’t have a problem.”

Eddie’s face got red and he sunk back into his seat, then rubbed his face a few times. He took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, here’s the plan. We both ask them out. We don’t hesitate. We don’t wait for the other person to get their happy ending. We just go for it. And whatever happens, happens.”

Nancy took a long time to answer, clearly thinking deeply about it before responding. “You’re not afraid of Steve socking your jaw?”

He smirked. “Don’t underestimate the Munson charm~”

Part 4

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“Queen Bee” review

After a long delay, we finally get to watch the last episode  of Helluva Boss season 1. Let’s see what happens.

No warning disclaimer! I wonder if this means the episode will be less inappropriate…XD

The episode IS in the Gluttony ring. That makes 6 rings we have seen so far in the series, 5.5 if you don't count the Sloth ring's first appearance. The only ring left is Envy and I personally can’t think of a reason for the Helluva Boss cast to go there, unless Crimson has a base of operations, or safe house there since he does hire a lot of sharks. It's likely we’ll see it during Hazbin Hotel when we see the von Eldritch family. I can imagine an episode cutting to their house where Helsa thinks of a new plan to annoy Charlie.

I like how the sky has the hexagon pattern making the whole place seem like a giant beehive, it’s pretty cool.

That Dalmatian Hellhound looks familiar. Is this another Disney reference, and why it took so long for this episode to come out?

I’m hoping that rude Hellhound isn’t Tex’s girlfriend, as I got another idea for his girlfriend.

After double checking something on the wiki, I now notice that the Dalmation and the one next to her look like Vaggie and Velvette! Heck I think the red Hellhound has a bit of Mrs. Mayberry's human form in her design. I mean I can see Mayberry wearing a similar outfit like that.

If bitch is a bad word to say to Hellhounds, does that mean its bad for my OC to call Fredrick and Bethesda "Squidward" and "Ursula"? I mean he hates them anyway but still.

THATS Beelzebub?!?! I was NOT expecting her to be a hellhound with insect traits, which admittedly is kind of interesting. I also like how she looks like Jay Jay, one Vivzie’s oldest characters.

I don’t think that’s normal cotton candy, and as the song went on I saw as it looks like those that eat her food look like they are under some kind of control. Maybe that’s how she gets “drones” for her hive and she gets them to get her “honey”.

2nd Disney reference, and after all this times I realize that's its odd seeing this be done by a canine instead of a feline. Still cool.

Was Beelzebub’s statement supposed to be a “Inside every demon is a rainbow” joke?

Along with confirming that Belphegor is female, we find out she is a good source of drugs and after seeing all the doctors in the Sloth Ring, its likely cause she is a doctor with a drug habit.

Originally I had this headcanon of Leviathan being the young, immature one of the sins but now I feel like Bee (as I'll call her) might fit that role as she is giving off that vibe. Luckily I have a backup personality for Leviathan of him being a Hulk/animalistic like person.

Not the biggest fan of Bee being Tex’s girlfriend. I was kind of hoping for that pink poodle hellhound Vivzie posted some time ago as I like the idea of Tex being with someone that is the opposite of Loona. Now with what Bee said about Satan, its likely they will break up so who knows, though I’m not that big of a fan of Tex and Loona. Thinking about it more, I do like how it’s another relationship similar to Blitzo and Stolas and Ozzie and Fizz, heck maybe later in the series she will support their relationships and maybe help Ozzie realize they are perfect together after he and Fizz got into some drama, same with Blitzo and Stolas later on.

Ignoring the NSFW stuff, it does seem like the sins treat each other like a kind of family. Going back to the NSFW stuff, if Bee felt that way for Satan then my sub-headcanon about Ozzie and Satan having romantic history is one step closer of actually becoming a real thing.

Seeing that dog with a X eyepatch makes me wonder if that’s just a popular eyepatch style in Hell, like demons and sinners who wear it are mocking the Exorcist. I’d be okay if that was true but please let Vaggie be an exception, as I still like the idea of her being a former Exorcist.

(sees sad Blitzo look at phone and immediately goes to get Loona) now that’s a man who would do anything for his daughter.

That Imp being nice to Blitzo seem to show that there are people out there besides the main cast that do care for him, but he just doesn’t notice. Then again with people like Fizz and Barbie hating you, I think love of friends isn’t enough for Blitzo. It also strangely kind of reminds me of that scene/meme from Meet the Robinsons.

Hell is the only place where having your parent attend the same party that you are also attending can actually be a good thing.

It’s interesting seeing a sin show respect for an Imp, especially Blitzo. I wonder if it’s related to how Hellhounds and Imps are in the same spot of Hell’s hierarchy, and since Bee is the queen of Hellhounds is why she respects both races.

That face Bee made can’t be good.

I recall there being rehab centers in Hell, and after seeing Bee showing concerned about Blitzo, seems to confirm that she is likely behind them. It is nice seeing that though she is a party girl, she does see the downsides to that lifestyle and is willing to help other with those destructive tendencies. I wonder if it would be the same with Satan helping those with anger problems, as that’s another headcanon of mine.

Though I don’t think we saw the full transformation, I’m kind of disappointed that Bee’s demon form isn’t an actual Bee.

I think I see a new pic of Barbie on the wall at Blitzo’s place. Like the others Blitzo is marked out of it.

Of course when Loona calls Blitzo’s dad, he doesn’t respond.

This was a really good Loona centered episode, and a much better ending to season 1 compared to episode 7.

Like always I liked the world building and the character development and interactions, heck Beelzebub became much more rounded as the episode went on which I loved and now I hope to see her again soon somehow.

The only problem I have with the episode is Beelzebub not being an actual Bee as I had some fun ideas about that, both related to the series and for fun pics which I probably won’t post for some now given the new info but who knows.

Again this was a great episode that was worth the wait, and I’m also glad that the next episode is also coming out soon, hopefully next weekend.

What were your thoughts on the episode?

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss loona #vivziepop #helluva boss tex #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss beelzebub

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ETA: I posted this before the show came out. It has now and I've added a few edits. ETA2: Added better pics

So, I've been sitting on this for a while, because I don't particularity like saying negative things about stuff I don't like (like Marvel's Exiles comics, which I'm not at all a fan of #foreshadowing) but I've seen a few things that make me want to talk about this. (Also, I started writing this a while back but wasn't sure if I wanted to post it. But saw stuff more recently that I definitely had to speak about. There's a bit of a shift in tone towards the end as a result).

I decided to post this mostly because certain statements about X-Men '97 (a sequel the 90's X-Men the Animated Series) have gotten bigots up in arms, which can understandably lead to people side-eyeing anyone shitting on the show, but I think their may be legitimate problems that justify some complaints.

Essentially, I think it may an issue similar to that of the Captain Marvel movie. There was huge, fully unjustifiable misogynistic backlash to the movie. But, there were also some quite legitimate critiques of the militaristic messaging in the film. While shutting down the sexist nonsense being hurled at the film was good, there still needed to be space to discuss the actual, real problems the movie had.

And, from what I've seen, there are some real criticisms to be made of X-Men '97. Both about plot stuff and about some ways a bit of intended representation may not be as good as could be hoped.

So, here's the thing. I was obsessed with X-Men the Animated Series as a kid and especially with a (sort-of) show original character named Morph. He was very much my first Blorbo. I know way too much about the character.

And now said character is at the center of some drama, due to the upcoming sequel, and I want to address it.

So, a note on Morph's pronouns. All non-97 versions of Morph go by he/him pronouns. In an older interview, the term "non-binary" was originally used for the X-Men '97 version without further clarification. But there's a more recent interview with the show's creators (which I will discuss more at the end of this post) that implies the character is more specifically gender-fluid (rather than agender or having a non-binary gender identity) and said creator used he/him pronouns to talk about the character, not they/them or any neo-pronouns. So that's what I'm going to go with for now. ETA: Except the show does seem to be using exclusively they/them so IDK what the fuck that article was.

A bit of backstory on the character.

Back in the 60's X-Men comics they fought a villainous mutant shapeshifter named Changeling. Changeling later reformed after discovering that he was terminally ill. He replaced Xavier, who needed to go into hiding for plot reasons and ultimately died in Xavier's place.

A few months before the Animated Series began in 1992 an issue of She-Hulk saw the villain Black Talon resurrect several deceased characters as zombies (called the X-Humed). Changeling was one of them.

Originally, the X-Men TAS writers wanted to kill off a character in the second episode and were thinking of using the character of John Proudstar aka Thunderbird. Thunderbird had been a member of the second X-Men team appearing for the first time in Giant Sized X-Men #1. He would later die in #95, the first time an X-man died.

They eventually realized that giving the show Native rep only to kill him off in ep. 2 was a terrible idea and started looking for a disposable white guy. They eventually found the Changeling character, though at the time the character now known as Beast Boy was going by "Changeling", meaning DC had the rights to the name. And so, "Morph" was born.

Despite being a throw-away character he was surprisingly popular with fans and the network was also not real happy with the whole killing-of-an-x-man-thing. So a decision was made to reveal he survived the events of the pilot. When he returned in season two he initially had a slightly zombie-like appearance (probably a reference to the She-hulk thing).

So, the show starts with him as part of the team. He is "killed" by giant robots called Sentinels. He is later revealed to have been saved by a villain known as Mister Sinister. Sinister attempts to brainwash him into being a loyal slave that hates the X-Men. This only partially works. His mind shifts between his true self and the artificial evil slave personality Sinister implanted (because this was the 90's and mental health education was bad, this psudo-DID was sometime referred to as him being "schizophrenic"). He is eventually rescued and sent for treatment at on Muir Island (which is in Scotland). A side from a few half-assed cameos and weird omissions his main appearance after that is in an episode where he tries to return to the X-Men but the Sentinels are back and his PTSD is too severe. He comes through in the end but acknowledges he's not ready yet. He does properly return in the finale referencing his comic origins by briefly imitating Xavier. The show ends with the implication he's on the team for good.

TAS may have inspired the Age of Apocalypse comics run. The AoA comics introduced a (very different looking) shapeshifter named Morph (who claimed that he had previously called himself "Changeling"). The relevant TAS episodes include both OG Morph and an unnamed character that looks like what the Age of Apocalypse comics Morph would look like.

Finally, Marvel would start a comic line called Exiles in which a bunch of characters from the Marvel multiverse would get pulled from their timelines to fight inter-dimensional threats. A Morph would be a main character. That Morph would look identical to the Age of Apocalypse one but have a different backstory (obviously).

X-Men '97 is retconing the show to replace their OG Morph with a take on Exiles Morph. And it has to be a retcon. It's generally held that shapeshifters can't hold alternate forms while unconscious or dead. And we see both! He is knocked out multiple times and flat-lines while Sinister is working on him.

So this can't have just been a form he always had but was hiding. Also, I don't know if the new show will use it, but Exiles Morph has no scent and thus cannot be tracked, something that is explicitly untrue of 90's Morph. Anyway...

I fucking hate Exiles Morph and always have!

Exiles Morph is an annoying horndog who creeps on women and arguably crosses the line to sex pest at times. Morph in the original show never once, in any episode that he appears, flirts with, leers at, or shows any romantic or sexual interest of any kind in any female character present. You could arguably HC the original character as Ace. Though he did have a lot of...tension with Wolverine, so gay is also a possibility. The aggressively heterosexual reimagining of Exiles has always been boring and annoying to me. I don't know that any of this is going to make it into the new show (I hope none of it) but I hate the idea that it could.

Additionally, while the original Morph was playful and lighthearted, he was hardy incapable of being serious when need be. Exiles Morph is often described as hardly ever serious. And creator comments say that is part of why they're using this Morph in the new show. (Apparently his PTSD was too much of a downer.)

Also, I know it's an extremely toxic fan thing to complain that an adaptation doesn't conform to your personal headcanons, but I always liked imagining the character as more of a light skinned POC, rather than just the white guy they intended. (My usual go-to was that he was Japanese American, possibly with a white parent. This was because he's super close with Wolverine, who lived in Japan for decades. So, like, I would imagine that Morph grew up bilingual and Wolverine was, of course, fluent so they'd chat in Japanese and whatnot. Maybe Morph would go to Japan sometimes to visit family and Wolverine would sometimes come too.)

This could have been done in even a more faithful sequel. Yes, the character was very specifically white in his original conception, but that's only because he was going to die right away. Since he doesn't anymore that no longer applies. And, to be frank, Morph spends 90% of the original show off-model anyway. A new version could effortless have massaged his base-form appearance to have more non-white features.

ETA:

Oh you could abso-fucking-lutely pass this character design off as a half-white POC.

Couldn't they still do this in '97? Technically yes. But now he's a snow-white blob with no hair or facial features. You can still say he's POC, but I can see that generating even more discourse.

As for the enby thing.

First off, there's been a lot of (justifiable) discourse about a tendency to hold "diverse" media to excessively high standards and I don't disagree. Even when criticisms aren't unwarranted, I think there's a definite tendency among some to let the perfect be the enemy of the good. But also, genuinely harmful representation does exist (things like the "trans serial killer" thing that is so damaging that no trans rep would arguably have been better).

Ultimately, I think there's a difference between *harmful* representation and representation that's just bad. And there's a also difference between bad representation and representation that's merely flawed. And flawed representation is still representation. It's still a step in the right direction and it's extremely possible for people to still feel seen by less-than-perfect depictions of their thing.

That said good representation is better than flawed representation. And I don't think we get from flawed to good without giving constructive feedback (not vitriol) on the more flawed attempts. We don't have to trash flawed attempts or flame people that like them. Just point out, what worked and what could be improved upon.

So what might be a problem here? Well, because of the (really, really unnecessary!) Exiles thing:

Yeah.

I just...feel like that could have been thought out better. Especially because, while it's not the same (as mutants are explicitly human), it approaches the "Non-binary Alien" trope. Which is not great.

Basically, everyone else in the main cast except for Beast looks like a normal human and all of them retain their "normal" binary genders from the OG show/comics. Morph and Morph only is simultaneously being changed from being a normal looking dude to a freaky alien-looking thing and is also changed from being a "normal" binary man to having an "unusual" gender. And I don't like it.

I don't think it was intentional, but it would be so much better to have normal-ass humans as NB rep. Since, you know, actual IRL enbies are, in fact, normal fucking human people. (Granted, they could be doing that too, but for now it seems like it's only the character they changed to be all weird looking that is going to serve as the only enby rep.)

Now, it's entirely possible that there are people this won't bother and that's certainly OK. And I don't think doing it like this bad rep, just flawed, which is still better than nothing! But it's quite valid, I think, for enbies/allies to have good faith qualms with how this comes off due to the combination of the two changes.

That said, there is also the problematic™ Non-binary Shapeshifter trope to consider.

So, while some trans/non-binary people may like the idea of shapeshifting powers (for obvious reasons) and thus may strongly identify with/project onto shapeshifter characters there has also been some discourse about it.

In brief, a shapeshifter is essentially genital-fluid, which can make people side-eye the idea of playing with gender when a shapeshifter is involved, as it can imply the idea of a connection between genitals and gender identity. Which isn't a thing that exists. Basically, to use X-Men as an example:

Gambit was born with a penis and, baring surgery or magical transformation, will only ever have a penis. This character is a man and this is never questioned.

Morph was also, presumably, born with a penis (it's possible Exiles!Morph had no genitals at birth). But he/they can change this at will; at any time he/they wants, he/they can have a penis, or a vagina, or both, or neither. But that should have fuck-all to do with gender identity.

But a lot of people have the very cis-normative view that the ability to change physical sex equates to changing gender. And will jump to making shapeshifting characters non-binary, gender-fluid especially. And this is a source of understandable discourse among trans/NB/GNC people. (As a result, you may see bigots reacting to this change with "Ugh they made the shapeshifter non-binary!", but you may also see enbies/allies going "Ugh they made the shapeshifter non-binary!". And that's very different.)

Now, because non-binary gender identities are real, it's certainly possible for a character to just happen to be both NB and a shapeshifter. But it can still rub people the wrong way......especially if there are creator comments that do indicate a mental genital/gender connection is informing the choice.

Which brings us to the trainwreck of an interview I mentioned earlier.

"For me, the word 'nonbinary' is the same as the word 'shapeshifter,'" director Larry Houston told Variety. "Every character that can change from one gender to another, or from human to animal, that’s just another word for 'shapeshifter' for me."

What. And I cannot stress this enough. The fuck?????????

Ok, so. In 2x3 of the original show Wolverine is trying to capture brainwashed, evil Morph and bring him home. Wolverine finds and successfully restrains him, so Morph uses his powers to mess with his head in order to escape. (By which I mean he turns into Wolverine's one-sided love interest and mocks him over how much she loves only Cyclops.)

In the interview this is described like this:

"He attacks Wolverine, his closest friend, in the most dramatic way by turning into Jean Grey and putting his hand on Wolverine’s neck and leaning in for a kiss," Lewald explained. "That’s as nonbinary as you can get. It’s Morph turning into a woman and coming onto Wolverine to freak him out."

How the fuck is it non-binary?! Is it the genitals? I'm really concerned it's the genitals.

At best it's maybe queer, but "non-binary"? I just...

Problematic tropes aside, I'm now worried like hell that the these people don't know what the fuck non-binary people actually are and the rep is going to be garbage as a result.

Like, he really seems to think that when Morph shapeshifts into Jean Grey in that scene, he isn't just disguising himself as a woman, but that he's literally becoming a woman gender-wise. And presumably becoming a man when he changes back. And that is what he means when he uses the word "non-binary" to refer to the character.

So yeah, opinions may be mixed on "non-binary" Morph, for reasons that are not bigotry related. And maybe don't get your hopes up for good enby rep in the show, because I'm now very skeptical that this is something we're going to get.

#marvel #xmen #xmen tas #xmen 97 #nonbinary #xmen morph

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Hashira's favorite Genre of Music

Here's what I think the demon slayer Hashira's would listen to hope y'all enjoy the first headcanons-

Muichiro Tokito: Muichiro is definitely a bit of an airhead (at least before he met Tanjiro). With that said, he gives me a lot of "no thoughts, head empty" kind of vibes. Therefore, I think his favorite genre of music would probably be lo-fi or just a song's instrumental. I think it would just give him something to listen to as he wanders about, staring at the clouds or just spacing out in general. It also serves to calm him down after a long day of training or battling demons.

Mitsuri Kanroji: This sweet girl has been through a lot, but with that said she doesn't let the music she listens to define her mood. I'd imagine Mitsuri likes to listen to a lot of music that she can simply dance around to, without a care in the world of what anyone else thinks of her. Perhaps she listens to Katy Perry, Ariana Grande, or maybe even Avril Lavinge. Now while this may come of as a very girly thing to say, I think it's extremely befitting for her. Mostly because she got tired of chasing a suitable match. And yes while her method behind becoming a demon slayer was to find a husband, I don't think that would stop her from loving herself. So I think she would listen to artists like this to hype herself up for the day and get her in the right mindset each morning.

Obanai Iguro: Given that Obanai is a rather cold person, and he doesn't really like interacting with anyone other than Mitsuri, he would probably take a liking to her favorite style of music. But ultimately, he wouldn't listen to it often because he finds it to be annoying at times. (However I do think he'd take a liking to Katy Perry because of the way she sings). As for his own taste in music, Obanai is definitely a Pierce the Veil fan, maybe even a fan of Sleeping with Sirens or possibly Fallout Boy. Because he has such a hard time interacting with other people, more specifically women (the exception being Mitsuri of course), he would definitely find some comfort in bands like that. Some of his favorite songs might include "Bulls in the Bronx", "Kick Me", and "Thanks for the mmrs" He especially dedicated the song "If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn" to his and Mitsuri's bond.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Sanemi is definitely a hot headed individual, dare I say he's the Bakugou of the demon slayer universe, but that's not the point. Sanemi has been through a very horrific past, having killed his mother due to her turning into a demon to save his one remaining brother, Genya. Therefore he lashes out quickly and is swift to want to fight people, or more notably demons, at any given chance. With that said though, he's more than likely gonna listen to something heavy, something that can truly weigh into how he feels so that he knows someone can relate. I'd imagine Sanemi would listen to Three Days Grace, Papa Roach, possibly even Breaking Benjamin. He might even throw in a little bit of Shinedown or even Disturbd. The reason being is simply because these bands allude heavily to feelings of guilt, abandonment, frustration, anger, etc. To have Sanemi know that there's something or someone out there that understands how he feels, it helps him put his mind at ease and calm down, if only for a few moments.

Gyomei Himejima: Gyomei is the embodiment of a living teddy bear; hulking in size yet extremely gentle due to his upbringing. He cared for orphans, grew up extremely religious, and is blind. He was constantly bullied throughout his childhood because of said blindness, and was often told he was faking it because he is able to see the transparent world. He's more empathetic towards others and I definitely see him being an older brother towards the other hashiras. With that said, like Muichiro, Gyomei might enjoy calming lo-fi, or maybe even nature ambiances. Given that he's more in tune with nature than some of the other hashiras, he'd probably just enjoy the sound of a rushing waterfall, the birds chirping, and the wind blowing. When he needs to unwind he listens to lo-fi, taking in the rhythms to help calm himself down. Truly a wholesome man indeed.

Giyuu Tomioka: He's a rather unbothered person, at least on the surface. He doesn't really have a deep hatred for demons (hence why he let Nezuko live), also being extremely reserved and frankly, very shy. It's said he has quite the inferiority complex and suffers from survivor's guilt. However, despite his stoic nature he's known to be very caring towards those he truly trusts and cares for, and gets relatively upset and very angry when the ones he cares for are in danger. Hell, this man's haori is made from half of Sabito's (his late best friend) haori, combined with half of his older sister's haori. With all of that said though, I have a feeling this guy would enjoy artists like The Arctic Monkeys, Penelope Scott, Hozier, and Evanescence. He only listens to music for appreciation, knowing that someone worked hard to put such things out into the world. Plus, like the other hashiras, he appreciates the fact that there's music out there that relates to how he feels internally.

Shinobu Kocho: Though she may display a demeanor of being very friendly, caring, giving, and even motherly - all of that is simply a facade. It's only there to disguise her true colors, as she likes to make fun of people to the point of being sadistic (which I would imagine only happens if they truly deserve it). She also uses said facade to cover up a lot of rage within her. Having lost her older sister, her parents, the entirety of her tsuguko under her training, and her apprentice's families to demons, she naturally harbors a lot of hatred towards demons. (Even going as far to try and kill Nezuko, before Giyuu mentioned the Kamado sibling's situation). With that said, she still harbors a motherly side to her for Kanao's sake, given that she is Shinobu's adoptive younger sister. All of that aside though, I think she would like a lot of the same music as Giyuu, given how close they are. (I headcanon they often share headphones together). Aside from liking Giyuu's taste in music, she might take a liking to bands like Halestorm, Seether, Breaking Benjamin, and possibly even Scene Queen. Scene Queen mainly due to her sadistic humor, it gives her something to relate to knowing that someone can be just as unhinged as she can be. As for the others, it goes back to a reason like Sanemi's; those feelings of anger, guilt, frustration, and shame are often portrayed in their songs. She'll often listen to music when she's extremely angry or emotional, crying as she listens to the words she could never say herself.

Kyojuro Rengoku: Firstly let me just say this man is boisterous at best, in a good way of course. Rengoku is a man of character, always having something positive to say and never having a negative outlook on even the most stressful of situations. The majority of his morals and principles of respect being instilled by his mother at a young age. Despite his father being exceptionally cruel and apathetic towards him, Rengoku doesn't seem to let that get him down. I'd say it only serves as more motivation to do better, and he uses this motivation to help his brother Senjuro by believing in him and uplifting him no matter what. But despite his cheerful demeanor, he's actually rather intelligent and tactically skilled on the battlefield. Naturally he despises demons, like any other hashira. However that doesn't stop him from having good faith in Nezuko, accepting her as part of the slayer corps. after he realizes that she's not going to turn malicious. Therefore, I'd imagine that unlike his fellow hashiras, he'd listen to something more uplifting and positive much like Mitsuri. Artists like The Score, Imagine Dragons, and maybe even EDM artists like David Guetta and Steve Aoki. It's more than likely that he'd listen to music while doing solo training. It helps him focus, plus the uplifting lyrics of the songs help him look forward to the day ahead of him and those days afterwards. He'll even share his playlist with his tsuguko if they're having a hard time.

Tengen Uzui: Ah yes, this flashy flamboyant man had to be saved for last lol. However, his life wasn't all that flashy to begin with. Having grown up in a clan of Shinobi ninjas, he was always taught that the mission should be fulfilled above anything else, self preservation comes last. Basically, if you die, you die. After he married his wives, and was pitted against his siblings in masked death matches, which lead him to unknowingly killing two of his siblings. He got into a heated argument with his father over killing his siblings, and ultimately put his sword down and took his wives with him to pursue a life of their own design. And once he did, he vowed to always protect those he loves, and made his wives swear to put their lives first, then those of innocent civilians, and then finally himself. A nice recipe for a flashy life indeed, and for a flashy life and flashy man he obviously listens to the flashiest of playlists. I'd imagine that he'd listen to artists like Britney Spears, Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande, Ke$ha, Rihanna, Beyonce, etc. Truth be told, it would probably be his wives that compiled the playlist. But he'd add on some Meghan Thee Stallion or Cardi B on there, just for some added bass. He just loves being carefree with his music, it didn't need to be anything serious. In his eyes, music is for enjoyment and if you can relate, well that's just an added bonus.

~ Hope you guys enjoyed! Lmk what you wanna see next

#KNY #mitsuri kanjiro #obanai iguro #gyomei himejima #giyuu tomioka #tokitō muichirō #sanemi shinazugawa #kyojuro rengoku #uzui tengen #shinobu kocho #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons

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So, I missed She-Hulk episode 6, so I'm just gonna say my thoughts about the episode. *SPOILERS*

Filler. That's what this episode feel like, and not the good kind.

Even though Jen got new clothes from that designer that's supposed to fit both forms, they still look a bit baggy on her.

Nearly everyone in the wedding is unlikeable. Like, they make her not be She-Hulk, they give more of a damn about her love life, they make her clean cause the bride's a total bridezilla who made the crew quit, and even make her iron all the guys' shirts cause they were playing on the Switch! She should've just left! The only exception is the cute dog (who I'm really concerned for his health cause the bride said that he was resuscitated before the wedding), Chet who's DJing the wedding, and Josh who likes not just She-Hulk but also Jen.

By the way, where the hell is the groom? Throughout the whole episode, we never see the groom at all. Why?!

Speaking of Josh, I don't trust him at all. This show has most of the men be jerks, sexists, idiots, or all of the above. I bet the show will make Josh unlikeable later on and have him be any of those categories or evil.

She-Hulk vs. Titania (oh yeah, she's in it too to get back at Jen). Honestly, it was a bit longer than their previous fight, but it was meh to me. Probably cause of the slomo being used that one time and the CGI. What I don't get though is that Titania gets punched in the face and doesn't get her teeth knocked out, yet she slips on some ice cubes, faceplants hard on the floor and THAT messes up her teeth. Hell, before that, Jen in her normal form gets punched in the face by Titania and her nose didn't break. There's no bruising or any damage on the face from that punch!

I don't like Titania. I don't like that she was turned into a Kardashian "celebrity" in the MCU.

Mr. Immortal jumping out the window to get away from Nikki and Malory is the most relatable thing and the best part in that entire episode.

Oh yeah, MR. IMMORTAL IS IN THE MCU....and he's butchered in it too. In the comics, he lost his parents, lived with an abusive foster father, his first love committed suicide, and he tried to end it all cause he couldn't take it anymore only to discover he couldn't die after many attempts. He was the founder of the Great Lakes Avengers and is meant to be the sole survivor of the universe and learn the "grand secret" that will reveal itself at the end of all things.  Also, Mr. Immortal would be the "appointed prince" by One Below All if Franklin Richards died. That's a big deal. So, what's his MCU counterpart? A guy who fakes his death to escape being with his wives and one husband because he can't confront them and be honest that he wants a divorce.....well, at least he's bi.

Seriously though, why would they make Mr. Immortal be like this?! It doesn't make sense when you read up on Craig Hollis and who he is. This guy lost his first love by suicide and tried to take his own life to join the ones he's lost! He wouldn't do what the MCU version would do!

It's also never explained how he and Titania got their abilities. I hope they're not gonna make them mutants like with Kamala. But, Craig has been around for decades, and SHIELD or anyone hasn't caught on that there's a guy who can't die? He killed himself multiple times to get away from his wives and husband and there hasn't been any footage or anything to show him coming back? It would've been better if the show introduced Craig as someone who recently discovered his powers.

Intelligencia is introduced in this episode. In the comics, it was a group comprised of some of the greatest and most sinister minds on Earth and they initially exchanged information between criminal geniuses. Members included Modok, Klaw, and Leader (who's gonna be in Captain America 4). Here, in the MCU, it's Reddit basically. And, someone going as Hulkking is the one who's after She-Hulk's blood. Some say it's Leader, but we won't know until later on.

As much as I like Malory and Nikki getting along, I just didn't care for this case compared to the previous ones. Just by how they acted towards their client and how Craig was ruined in the MCU by making him be another male character be a total jerk and a bad guy.

I think that's all I got from that episode. And in case you couldn't tell? Yes, I didn't like it.

#anti she hulk #anti marvel #anti mcu #mcu criticism #mcu critical #marvel critical #marvel criticism

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Guardians Vol 3: A fatty, salty gift.

(No Spoilers)

May I be honest be with you? I’ve been thinking about letting my PMB card (Proud Marvel Bitch) expire.  I know. I KNOW. Perish the thought, right??

I've been defending Marvel throughout all of the recent tough times. 

While errbody out there was talkin smack, I defended you, Marvel!

When people said "Thor 4" was too goofy & had tone problems, 

I said "LOOK, this dude just got his body back, his lady back, and his hammer back. Let him have some fun! Quit being a grump!"

When people said that "The Multiverse of Madness" suffered from too much CGI. 

I said "LOOK, it's called THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS! It's about a fight between a Magical Doctor of Strangeness and a Super Witch! Give me ALL of the effects & colors! There can't be enough CGI! How were y'all expecting anything other than an overload of all of that?! You just want them to duke it out in one room, throwing Skittles and glitter at each other??!"

When people said that She-Hulk didn't have no business twerkin with Megan Thee Stallion.

I supported that badly CG'd booty! "If ya got it, shake it!" is what I said.

And then, "Ant-Man 3 happened.... 

THEN, J.Majors had his... alleged... issue...

THEN, I saw that "The Marvels" trailer... a movie that no one is asking for... 

I wouldn't say that my faith in Marvel is broken, but doubt has certainly crept in.

Can these Guardians of Vol 3 restore my faith? - maybe, but it ain't gonna be easy.

They're kind of a mess right now. Rocket is playing what I call "The Secret Sadness Game". 

Have you ever played that game? -  I bet you have. It's when something is wrong with you; you're very sad, but you're not letting anyone know about it. It's a horrible game. Nobody wins in that game, but it's apparently popular these days, with social media making us all pretend to be happy, dignified, and pretty all of the time. So, popular that Mantis is playing that game a lil bit as well.

Drax is too simple-minded to play that game 

(side note: Dave Bautista [Drax]  said that Marvel dropped the ball concerning Drax's story. And I couldn't agree more. There's a lot to explore with his back story, but... I'm hoping that they'll either reboot the Guardians cartoon series or give Drax a "What If... " story. That show really likes depressing people; here's a golden opportunity.)

Groot is... 

well, Groot.

And Nebula (whom I LOVE!) 

is grumpier than a lot of us Marvel fans have become. To be fair she has to keep all of these bozos together while Peter aka Starlord is getting drunk and dropping F-Bombs. 

He still hasn't gotten over Gamora.

I was going to be a jerk and say that he should have gotten over her by now, BUT I forgot that she’s kinda dead, but kinda not... (#ComicbookUniverseProblems)

It's hard to move on when your lover IS dead, but... still around, kinda, you know?? (If you actually don’t know, then... wow, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do)

I know (in the Christmas Special) they brought Peter the gift of Kevin Bacon to cheer him up, but maybe they should have brought him a woman. A good 80's star like he likes... maybe Heather Locklear 

or Kathy Ireland. Remember her?

Not the best message though, I guess - "If you're depressed, then simply drown yourself in booze and pretty women (whom only exist to make you happy :)." But, he's kinda there anyway.

Like I said, they're a mess.

But, if one thing can bring family together it's tragedy.

Something bad happens to one of The Guardians, they sober-up the Starlord, wash his mouth out with soap, and they're off on an adventure!

Mostly a typical Guardians jam. I know some have complained about too many laughs while serious things are going on, but they kinda started all of that in the MCU. And to be fair, if you have survived as much as they have, perhaps you'd be laughing more in the face of danger as well. I loved the comedy duo of Mantis & Drax. And the... unromantic comedy duo/toxic partnership of Peter & Gamora.

  And with Nebula (WHOM I LOVE!) in the middle of it all... PERFECTION.

The colorful new worlds and creatures we meet are cool. And the CGI is excellent. I don't know where those artists were when She-Hulk and MODOK were being created, 

but whatever:) The action is excellent!  A lot of murdering going on here for a PG-13 rating, when you stop and think about it, but I loved every non-drop of mostly non-existent blood.

The stuff that's different is the darker tones in here. There's some serious drama happening in this film. Of course we have more of Peter’s brokenhearted ass, but there are a lot of family dynamic stuff here as well. There's plenty of funny bickering between them, but it's also covering up some pain that the movie gets into.

Plus, we learn about Rocket's origin. That's when things get really dark and cruel. His past sucked. You WILL get emotional.  Especially when in his story we meet our villain

THE HIGH EVOLUTIONARY.

He brings new meaning to the word "Narcissist", and you will hate him. There's a lot to hate. He's pretty much getting his Dr. Frankenstein on, using parts from animals, humanoid creatures, and robotics. His victims suffer much and he don't give a SHIT!

Bradley Cooper (Rocket) is good! I always forget that he's part of the Marvel Universe. I was kinda hoping that Rocket's origin included being Bradley Cooper, but had his brain removed and put in a raccoon. And maybe something similar with Groot

Some dark stuff, but also a lot of LOL moments. I think they maneuvered the tones well.

I do wish that we got more of my main woman Debicki!

  And like many, I had hoped for more Adam Warlock, but I know time was tight in that regard. 

That's prob my main complaint about the film - TIME. It's 2hrs and 30 mins ----- TOO LONG, and yet the endings for these characters seemed rushed. Like... where they end up, individually, makes sense, but it feels like we skipped some emotional steps.

This is Rocket's story, and it's full of laughs, feels, and bad ass action! I really enjoyed this movie! PMB card renewed!

Grade: B+

What made this movie extra enjoyable for me was the news that someone dies in this movie (NOT a spoiler. I already told you about all of the murder. Murder always begats more murder, kids.

Any explosion near The Guardians --- NOOOO! One of them gets shot --- NOOOOO! Any time one of them was alone --- NOOOO! Eating a delicious, fatty, salt encrusted meal---- Heart Disease, NOOOOOO! On the toilet ---- isn't that how Elvis died? or is that a myth? People die that way though.

. What an interesting way for a Marvel character to die. “We'll all remember when Mantis crapped herself to death.” :)

NOOOOOOO!

Although, anxiety-inducing, it was certainly a more exciting way to watch. It was a kind of a gift. A gift which I now leave with you.

#TheGuardiansoftheGalaxyVol3 #TheGuardiansoftheGalaxy #johnpraphit #praphitproductions.com #Marvel #Elvis #Action #Comicbooks #Praphit #Mantis #Rocket #BradleyCooper #VinDiesel #ChrisPratt #ElizabethDebicki #HeatherLocklear #KathyIreland #DaveBautisa #Nebula #MCU

[knowlessman]

bnha I guess then? ep 5-7

ohey isn't that the tumbly sexlerguy of this show? with the scarf and the 5 o'clock? actually idk if he was in the poll or if drawfee just talked about him before, but he looks like one to me.

huh. he's got his shirt tucked in and all. not planning on hulking out tonight I guess. -- come to think of it tho, there hasn't been any talk so far of whether this "inheriting" of the Quirk is going to mean that All Might loses his power. -- …okay I guess this is him saying that here?

…"Itadakimasu" is translated as "I'm off!" here. I think I'm gonna have to accept that I'm never gonna know the full meaning of that one unless I put my entire ass into learning what's probably one of the harder languages to try to learn when starting from English. 'XD I should content myself with knowing about "natsukashiku."

This fucking guy again

This other fucking guy tho, Ida (Iida? Maybe the subs just misspelled it that time? idk). Cautiously starting to like him. Bit annoying, but annoying about being a decent guy.

it's the sexlerman doing his Kakuna cosplay. Forgot he did that. Maybe he's literally just Stein but less uncomfortable to watch, that'd be fun. -- Aizawa. When do we learn pink girl's name tho? The opening flashes the names by too fast.

ZUKO. IT'S ZUKO. HI ZUKO. Hope he gets some lines soon. -- literally googles just to check that he isn't voiced by dante basco bc that might be the only thing that would actually get me to watch a dub (I just like to read shows and not have to follow verbal convo I'm not here to argue about it) -- also Froppy (?) and birdman and that one guy who by reputation needs as few lines as possible and, uh, acid girl I think? and invisible girl. and, y'know, the rest

sounds like shithead's (not The Bad Shithead, the bad shithead we already know) VA is having fun, at least. sounds fucking terrifying

…eraser what. …am I not gonna wanna like this guy? I know just enough about what eraser head (the movie) is to know I don't wanna know any more about it -- pretty sure he's bullshitting about expulsion. unless it's gonna be laser navel here who gets expelled, cuz I've never seen nuffin about him before -- stg give this man a bucket hat and clogs and poof he's from a different show -- …gawd I hope nothing tempts me to continue bleach, I haven't heard anything good about the bits past that filler even tho it's aesthetically so much more my jam

Uraraka. …I read the entire Bionicle book series as a kid, I should be able to remember that just fine. … ':|

can't get the image of saitama with his head stuck in the ceiling out of his head

…ayup. no notes. next one.

"the person with the lowest total score will be expelled" meanwhile I don't think being fucking invisible makes you run any faster or throw any harder. the fuck's No-Hat-No-Clogs on about? -- absolute dickweed. also how in fuck did invisible girl beat deku? cheating? is she even able to make her clothes invisible, or is it a Violet Parr situation where it has to be a specific material?

I mean tbf you haven't tried powering up one toe at a time yet. running/skipping that way might look stupid as hell but it's better than blondie over there

"I'M DEKU!!!" 'XD -- I also love the exaggerated reaction shots in this, they're very good -- copernican…? googles nerd.

how I've never seen a gif of "I'M… COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" I'll never know

these oughta be good

okay this is cute -- facepalm nobody told me deku was a furry

…well that's conve - huh. Iida being the teammate will be interesting. (also is it gonna turn out that they're lying about it being randomized now? because this is some astonishing coincidence) -- interesting that they're literally playing rainbow six siege tho

awfully metallic for paper mache

…that's… huh. powerful moment for bakugo to just throw away like he's going to

aye, next one

haha kid bakugo walks like a rugrats character

why is zuko half-covered in ice for no reason? is that sposed to be his costume?

heh. he's not Saitama or Rock Lee. He's Karate Kid. (I saw like one or two episodes of Legion of Superheroes) His superpower is knowing what it's like to not have a Quirk. -- "I need a plan." runs off ah, yes. more time for thinking. hope he stops being relatable soon and actually comes up with a plan, tho. -- you don't need to beat Bakugo if you can get him lost tho. …maybe I'm underestimating him but I would be surprised if he bothered to memorize the layout worth a damn. -- I swear his VA is channeling a lot of mob boss for a high schooler 'XD

…Iida you're being weird. for the love of fuck please don't tell me you're gonna start listening to mr bonaparte up there

"he's just standing there… cackling like an idiot"

huh. we did learn why he's got bigass grenades on his hands. -- sidenote: …when I was a kid I wrote up superpowers that my stuffed animals had. one of them was literally this. …I gotta get myself to fucking write more. (didn't write any actual stories, tho. also obv I didn't think of the gun bit) -- and that's how deku got his costume

aye. good shit. gonna stop for tonight

#knowless watches bnha

[janiedean]

Friend and i watched the dragon show armed with alcohol but given that we haven't read f&b (still waiting on winds!!) I kinda liked it for a first episode, felt like daemons an asshole, rooting for criston cuz he beat daemon, viserys seems ok even tho he def killed his wife with that choice, alicent seems random, the hand guy started out nice but went full EW, rhaenyra seems like a weird combo of Sansa and Arya, and corlys seems sensible, I'm hoping it gets better from here thoo.

by the end we had a slight buzz and decided to watch she hulk cuz fluffalo and GUESS WHAT, there's some science Bros crumbs in there! Tony gave Bruce a whole fuckin island and helped him build a bar there and they spent time together!! On an Island!!!!!! You're telling me it was all pg 13 there? No way!!

as someone who did read f&b I can tell you that

daemon is an asshole but ngl matt smith doesn't give him the charme he should have to pull it off like..... I mean I'm not dying on the daemon targaryen hill he's not in my top five lizards but that's not how you should act him tho the writing is good

eeeeeh... idk if you're gonna root for criston in the long term but that's depending on whose team you end up later xD

viserys you have it pretty much right

alicent is sadly not random but tv!alicent is way more tolerable than f&b which.. is actually a good writing choice objectively even if idc but like tldr the fact that in the book she's an ass is also due to biased pov probably so it's fair if she's more nuanced in the show

corlys is the braincell and one of my top five ppl from that whole book I LOVE HIM

rhaenyra is... eh, I mean you're not wrong but ngl I like her quite a bit, not my fave girl lizard out of that book (RHAENA AND ALYSSA MY LOVES) but let's say I'm on her team if I have to pick one lmao

anyway it's not getting drunk worthy tbh and I'm pleasurably surprised also I saw they got a S2 good bring on cregan stark's absolutely amazing crack entrance which i'm not gonna spoil you because I'm not that cruel xD

... I 100% forgot to say i actually did watch she-hulk too because I WANT TO QUIT MCU BUT THEY DRAG ME BACK IN and yes the science bros stuff was SO GOOD! ngl whoever wrote this show cares more about bruce banner continuity than most ppl have since a while in the movies so bring it on I guess xD and LMAO YOU KNOW THEY TOTALLY DIDN'T KEEP THING PG13 ON THAT ISLAND and anyway I'm delighted that my ship still doesn't disappoint ever even given canon X°DD

#anonymous #ask post #house of the dragon for ts #house of the dragon spoilers for ts #hotg for ts #she hulk for ts #she hulk spoilers for ts #otp: science boyfriends #i really hope matt smith gets some chops out bc honestly he's the only thing abt the lizards that i don't vibe with atm

[crystal-lillies]

Man, it feels like Marvel Studios really must have wanted She-Hulk to fail.

I've been enjoying it so far on its own merit, even though I am admittedly excited for the Matt Murdock cameo, but even I can acknowledge that it has been massively undercut by how few episodes it was given with the shorter episode length. (This seems to be a very familiar rant for me.)

Up until this point, every show has been the typical 44-50ish minute type and have been around 10 episodes or less--which that alone has at times felt rushed, especially with Moon Knight and Ms. Marvel and their anemic 6 episodes that feel like they need a good deal of breathing room even though they still both are good enjoyable stories.

She-Hulk has 22-25 minute episodes, of which there are only 9 planned. That's absolutely nothing. Just arguably half of the time than even Moon Knight and Ms. Marvel got and again, they too felt on the rushed side.

22-minute live action comedy shows tend around the 20+ episode count to account for the shorter episode length, and yeah, I know CGI budget and VFX artists are being mauled, but that would make even more of an argument for She-Hulk to have had more breathing room for us to get to know Jen as Jen, and solidify her family and Bruce in it and give them some more time to banter just the two of them. More time with people without CGI or VFX!

Give us more time with Jen and Nikki as friends, with Pug and Mallory, with the people that we are supposed to make emotional connections to, however big or small.

Hell, give us more time with Wong, maybe even cross over with Shang-Chi and Katie while we're at it! They're in San Francisco, it can't be that hard. And doesn't have to use magic!

Give us more about Luke, how big he has been spanning in the hero costuming business given there may have been a demand following Endgame--or hell even before Endgame. Maybe he's been working a really long time after being inspired by the Avengers, which is why he jumped at the opportunity for Jen if she was an Avenger (since Tony presumably made everyone's stuff himself during the glory days and lbr there isn't a real formal Avengers team now).

It just feels like just from the decided episode count alone that Marvel Studios really did not want She-Hulk to do well. Like they planned this thing for a checked box and didn't want to put as much effort into it.

Sure, is the show on the more cheesy and cheeky (and sometimes awkwardly cringey) side? Yeah! It definitely is! But I am actually genuinely enjoying an MCU story that doesn't take itself all too seriously and is more of a sitcom-y show that does let itself be cheesy and cheeky and a bit cringey. I mean, as an enjoyer of sitcom shows can anyone say that they aren't all of those things most of the time? (How I would have loved a sitcom-y Avengers show with the main 6 doing silly stupid cringey shit that they only barely refer to now like that's supposed to make up for the lack of bonding screen time!)

Anyway, I do hope this series isn't sent off to die as some kind of wiping hands clean like, oh see we at Marvel totally did not plan this and are absolutely only responding to low ratings and a lack of interest in this character and story.

#flowerspeak #long post #marvel #mcu #she hulk #she hulk disney plus #moon knight #ms. marvel #gee doctor who also suffered from a drastically shortened episode count and thus rushed pacing and charadev #but honestly like even with the best comedic writing in the world #9 episodes at 22 minutes is still PALTRY #absolute breadcrumbs #look at Owl House which is still paced very well for its cut time BUT STILL COULD HAVE MORE EPISODES TO BREATHE AND CHARADEV #yes friends. she hulk is not the best project marvel gave us. it's still fun though. actually fun not having to worry about huge stakes #actually fun not worrying about death and despair and angst but the small moments of relatable self image issues and shitty relationships #but with superheroes

[the-firebird69]

And I have one of my father's characters on my left arm on purpose because it's smart and it means that he's got to eat some more of that stuff and it's going to nurse them back to health and it's going to give him strength and some have some lettuce and pickles and it's good it's not a ton of it but it is sufficient I hope and think so they want to do too much but it is a CREDO and it's a way to live food and juice up correctly and live a healthy life and we're going to meet up with you people and we're going to win this game and we hear their prizes and gifts and more and trips and stuff and I'm so sure if you want me to go to your club med but we can exchange it for something like going to Vegas and my father knows we can change color and even be smaller so it works for us and it's going to be funny because we'll come in at like 7 ft a lot of people will see us and not know who we are they really get it but boy this is going to be fun we're going to play this game so you look even bigger so is your Exo suits and you look pretty huge too a little bit bigger than us almost but when we put the pads on we look a lot bigger and the actual suits aren't necessarily very hard but they will protect you and you really need it

Gray Hulk

And I'm playing too and I'm going to play nose guard that's my job and I'm first string and second string may go in a little bit. Now don't y'all chicken out you guys have suits on and we've seen that they can actually do the job and we're probably not going to try and murder you because it's on camera

She grey Hulk

We're going to play this game to win and we are there and I have my exo suit all picked out and I got a little better shape and I juiced up and I cleansed and I cleaned it out and I'm now pumping up and juicing up and I'm going to keep the energy stuff with me and I'm the girl who co-stars and most of the iron Man movies and I almost get hit quite a bit it's going to be pleasant having an exo suit on and I'll probably have it near me all the time at least something like it cuz this is a pain in the neck being this Fair maiden that gets me your ass kicked and I'm not Sarah I'm a Mac this is going to be fun though so I'm going to go ahead and see how hard it is if I can't stop them at all I'm not going to play I got to be able to do something I've seen them lifting incredible weight we wait a lot about 1500 lb some of those 2,000 but I've seen them with that pretty easily but we're going to have to stay low and that's the plan they have all sorts of ideas and we're going to have to use them and we are football players and I play football as a man people can't even tell we're really upset today since we're all puny and I don't see why yes I do I look back and it all very big all the football players are over 300 lb except for the tight ends and he he knew them back then and he used to be friends with him and things changed everything got wimpy and strange and odd and yelling and screaming at people that's hard to get why but women talk a lot he says

Iron Man co-star female iron Man I guess iron woman

That is her name she's iron woman and I'm iron Man and I think this is a disgusting show of force no this is a great idea and get in there and see if our EXO suits do anything it's the idea with my head and trespasser and if the blasters work and we're in business and people will try harder and people like me will get some I do understand and boy this is nice they have a stadium and it's coming in and flying it in normally and have fun at BJ's ship and he doesn't like that but what's he going to do and that's what they're used for that car dealerships and they're dropping it in place right where it's supposed to be in the concrete is fresh and it's early maybe trying an hour whole place to smell like concrete, he says no it's going to smell like popcorn and hot dogs and hamburgers and beer and soda and I think that's awesome it's true too I can smell cooking it's going to be great and the concrete will will not smell for that long then put a sealer on it and it'll dry up in 10 minutes and I see them smile cuz that's what they're doing as a matter of fact I see them doing it it smells going away this is going to be fun there's a huge parking lot already there's a giant number of fans and there's a huge huge caravan of regular vehicles little bit beefed up and there's some monitors and we see them in from both sides it's only like 10 miles from Vegas it's probably going to be a new venue okay what can I tell you Vegas will probably stretch out and they'll probably have him put his stuff in and there's a ton of it but yeah I want to race his car it's my car really we'll see if they let us it looks like I'm racing a different one but I think that's a regular motor I think it's a great idea you can probably win he says I believe so we're going to have a good timeyou like owning the company and I'll probably think that I actually own it cuz I'll make so much money also I said I should probably do that so I'm going to go sign the deal

Iron Man

It's got other characters too he's famous is a strong man. We have several people like him now but we'll probably have them back now here we go this place is huge it's a giant stadium it looks like 200,000 people and usually it's 50,000 it's got bleachers way out there and they sell a little binoculars or cheap money like $15 it can actually see with them and the team is huge tall they're 15 ft tall okay each and every player and we can see the Hulk team and abomination he says and creature of the Black lagoon and swamp thing but would he make the grass slippery and it's after turf it says bummer. And his father is feeling the pain too and she swamp thing is also and she's upset and she's seeing what's underneath it actually lifting it up puts it down says sand who playing this is looking over at his father and there's some girls from the other side no from his side don't worry about it. She said but I am so wondering how the hell that works it's sort of right and so the going in there and we're wondering what we're going to face here this is amazing everybody thinks it's fake it's so weird he's got to help gear and Hulk cars and everybody's buying them I'm putting it up on the TV now all the preamble stuff because the stadium they're fixing all the lights and putting everything up in the sound stuff testing it and we need it bad is there a band in LA and Sunday night who played no it wasn't kiss and it wasn't to fix does anybody know how about the band themselves Jim Morrison in the doors that was a couple songs he could play. It says it's not in town but he knows who it is she's going to call him and he's down there anyways and he's going to show it on this phone all of a sudden. says this I hope he believes it sometimes I don't have a way of checking. Yeah they see it I'm telling the deal that's true too

And they're coming down and we're leaving tonight it's guns n' roses wow maybe I can sing Paradise City and say no way you stupid idiot why San Francisco one so the laughing saying okay LOL but that's funny and they're coming down here pretty pretty quick and they've got their whole mouth and they're setting up a stage and they need a halftime show to go along with them but halftime comes along so I have an intro and a half-time show and the Dallas cowboys cheerleaders my nephew says and we don't know if they're available. Just saying they can get on a bus but it's kind of far and we have stuff in Vegas this is flaminco, so they're interested in coming down and they want to work for me not for him cuz he has no he's doing he says it's going to have a huge casino literally still laughing to say we don't do a ton of x and maybe we can do it on the weekdays and I said it would be increased popularity of Vegas if we put other stuff in I'm asking if they want them they said yeah that would be good and we put in that giant one with that money fountain has Coldplay can all sorts of weird stuff so they're interested in it Cher too... With the flamingo dancers and after guns n' roses halftime they have times a half hour long so we have a while and guns n' roses agrees so Cher is going to come down and sing but she wanted to promote her business in her music so her grandson remembers and she says wonderful you have a memory how's it work it says the only thing I have to remember all day that's funny okay keep yourself well from family except for Ken and hamburgers it's going to be fun to come down here you can take his own car and it'll only take him an hour or something but really that's not fun now it's going to be great okay these two teams are ready and it looks like they evenly matched they both know the game and the Hulk looks like he knows better than his father that's for sure so we're going to have a good time and she helped too so I know the game better than both of them

Mac daddy

We do hear something they don't sound like him impossibly smug and arrogant but when you see what they can do you're going to say it's worth it and that they are truly powerful all of them are super veins perhaps it's not just the creatures in front of you and his smile said oh no but we've seen him play out and it's difficult for them too and it is for their father so keep the faith there mac LOL

He wants Lady Gaga to invite the usual crowd and they're sending VIP tickets for the the box seats and she says good and he wants to see how it goes with the band and the ruffians and stuff so really it's going to be mostly you guys in the audience on the streets and there but really appreciate it and really there's nothing there now but it's kind of like the acts kind of deal like what we do and I've seen it out there but this is cool so I'm going I'm calling the crew several of them and we're friends with them and pink is out still and we know what's going on so it's kind of horrible and we need this we need to stop that guy these are your kids okay I think I'm one of the mothers now this is going to be weird

Gaga

It sure is going to be strange cuz I'm going to be there

Progressive girl

I'm going down there or maybe a crackpot but I'm going to try and kidnap her I'm sure the feds will be happy to know that

Trump

We sure are happy to know all this stuff we're going to go down there and see what we can do about it

Dan

I'm going down there just to do the work no everybody should know who I am by now

Uma Thurman and I look a lot like mop

Oh s*** they're all going to show up this is horrible but we don't know is what they got and what they are this is so damn weird

Mac

Retard

Zues

Haha lol oh yeah that's why no we don't know who they are damn it I need her I'm going to go get her from Britain so she can ride her bike and you'll have to get one everybody be happy about that stupid crap

Mac daddy

Good

Hera lol

[ducknotinarow]

Brooklyn grinned as she strolled up to Peter, hands behind her back, something clearly hidden. She gives a faint laugh, tilting her head slightly,

"Peter, I have a gift for you."

Moving her hands, she briefly shows off the large, golden, star shape sticker she was having. Casually, she slaps it onto Peter's chest, sticking it to his suit - hopefully that doesn't mess anything up,

"I'd like to announce that you are now an honorary star child," Brooklyn tells him, "Welcome to the team!"

| Muse interaction

It was pretty surreal, to say the least, that peter was able to work with the Avengers. He still tended to do things on his own hey he was the friendly neighborhood Spider, after all, anything bigger than yeah he would get some help time to time. But he had to admit as he stared up at the Avengers tower it still filled him with a lot of emotions. The excitement of course because well he was getting to be around THE AVENGERS! Iron man, Captian America, Hulk, Black Window, Flacon, and Hawk Eye! This was big time! It was like the jocks noticing the lame geek at school and saying you could sit with them during lunch....Peter just hoped unlike at school this wasn't some ploy to hold in by his ankle with his head first in the trash can.

"Jeez Pete" he said to himself hand held out as he shoot out another web to pull himself up to the tower. He didn't think that same situation was going to happen of course. But he had to admit he was clearly the spider out of water here. Out of web may fit that better? he thought over as he landed clean on the landing strip. Moving to stand up now as he made his way inside. He just wanted to get a second opinion on something he came across the other day. He would have brought himself around sooner but? Okay, it was dumb but he always got just a bit anxious coming into the tower even if they told him all the time he was always welcomed to. Pete just couldn't explain the unsettling his stomach. Was almost like when he finally got into Hirozon. He belonged sure but he also felt like maybe he didn't truly belong here? That was dumb he was dumb right? Stopping as he sighed, shoulders slumping maybe he should leave no one knew he was here yet right? he could sneak out? Eyeing the nearest window to his left as he already was pushing against the glass to force it open.

"Peter, I have a gift for you."

He had been seen! near jumping from his place as he turned to find Brooklyn. Handset to his chest. "Man you scared me there." He overly stated as he acted out needing to let his heart settle before his ears perked at what she said. "wait you have a gift for me?" looking at how she held her hands her back. He went and pulled off his mask, eh hidden identity was blown not long ago around the tower after all. Besides Brooklyn was his friend so he could trust her not to spill it outside the tower. "what is it?" he questioned no offense to Brook but if she could hand it behind herself it was likely small..but a full offense to Brook he had come to learn she was well. Chances were it might be something she made, food wise and he learned not to accept food from here so please don't let it be that. He couldn't afford to be sick from school right now. When she showed him the large gold sticker in her hand he just crocked his head to the side confused. "A sticker?" he offered a crooked smile to try and show he didn't mind but he didn't follow why she would give him a sticker? She steps closer and set the stickers dead center on his chest. Placing it onto the spider logo on his suit. Also lined up like the hourglass on Black windows own. He stared down at his chest a bit arching a brow as he shifted his attention back to Brook. "uh? am I be reward for good behavior cause I need to fess up about something I broke the other day then." Her smile grew bright as she went to answer him "I'd like to announce that you are now an honorary star child,"

Well, that wasn't expected at all, almost felt like she knew what he had been thinking lately about not feeling all that part of the team but she said Star child? that's what Nina and Brook called themselves right though a few others here did as well.. "Wait?" he blinked a little turning that over in his mind. If there were any two people he did relax around when here it was them. They had gotten along pretty well but Peter. He guessed he never realized that they. Can you get choked up in your own mind because he was feeling choked up right now?

"Welcome to the team!"

A bit stunned but he musters a smile trying not to be a complete loser over this. "Star Child uh?" touching the sticker she set on him, it likely would fall off from swinging around the city but still. He pressed his fingers in against it making sure it lay as flat as possible so as not to peel right off. "Soo, do I change my name to America spider now? Spider American even? the Star Spider?" he resorted to some dumb joking to cover how he was actually feeling. As he chuckled a bit. Setting his mask into the pocket of his suit and turning fully away from the window he was totally trying to jump out from. "Hey is Nina around too? I been working on something and I think you guys would be the right people to help me with it?" he requested. All those tense nerves settled a little by her small gesture. "shes decent with a microscope right and you're good at sneaking around? I promise its not much trouble" But the three of them together would be.

#muse| peter parker #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ when your part of the team your part of the family - aflockoffeathers] #muse interaction #stay queued #((I realized she called him peter soo he can take his mask off around her uwu)) #((she wasn't a threat so spider sense wouldn't notice her that why he sppoked XD))

[pastorjen]

Should

This morning we celebrate the resurrection of Christ. We gather together here in this sanctuary wo be revitalized, to be changed, to be infected by the Holy Spirit. To check off a box that says I attended church this year! To please our grandmothers or our mothers. There’s all kinds of reasons why you’re here and truth be told I don’t care what brought you here whether it is blackmail or love I am just glad you are here. Heck, I’m glad if you’re watching from home!

The general pastoral belief is that if I can give a good enough sermon, one that touches, you moves your soul, inspires you, enlightens you, motivates you, then maybe just maybe you’ll come back next Sunday! That’s way too much pressure. I can’t write a sermon that good. I can’t deliver a sermon that good. I can’t move your soul. I am not that special. My job today is to deliver a message to you from someone who is.

Someone who’s death was powerful enough to rip open the curtain of. Destroying, shredding, ripping apart like Hulk Hogan’s shirt the curtain that created a barrier between you and God. No longer is the pathway to Him available to only a select few. With the tearing of that curtain, you became a priesthood of believers. No longer do need someone else to pray for you. No longer do you need someone else to grant you forgiveness. No longer must you go through a priest, pastor, or other clergy member to speak to God. Every single one of you has become a priest, in that sense. Every single one of you can pray on behalf of another, directly to God. No middleman. Straight from your mouth to his ears.

And I hope that scares the hell right out of you because Jesus might not have done you a favor that you wanted. You may prefer to live in a world where the words that cross your tongue and pass through your lips are not heard by God but my friends, that is not the world we live in. We live in a world where we are heard. God hears your voice calling out to be saved. God hears your cries for mercy. God hears your heart.

I don’t know about you, but I am confident some of the words I have spoken will not get me into heaven let alone all those that have passed through my heart or across my mind. Some choice phrases that flittered through when that little old lady cut me off on the interstate and then hit her brakes in front of me come to mind. Didn’t say them, but I thought them, which means, God heard them.

One word in particular comes to mind though. What could quite possibly be the most destructive, damaging, hurtful, arrogant, self-serving, in-sufferable, condemning, damning, relationship ending, evil words mankind has ever uttered that he has no business ever using. Wanna guess what it is? I will give you a couple clues: It does not start with the letter F and I have heard it many many times even within the walls of this sacred space.

The word is “should.” That little old lady should not have cut me off. She should have been paying more attention. If she can’t see she shouldn’t be driving. You should have known better, I should have known better, they should know better. Should is the epitome of judgment.

Every should that crosses our minds, escapes our lips is a judgment placed.

When we read this passage, a lot of ‘Shoulds” arise. His body should have been in the tomb. They should have known he wasn’t going to be there! He told them so. The angels even questioned this should. “Remember how he told you?” Then the women went on and passed the same information along to the disciples being a little bit embarrassed themselves over their inability to understand what they should have already know. And what did our disciples do? The exact same thing, they should have known!

We like to think to ourselves but wait Peter ran to the tomb! Of course he did, but not because he believed them because he needed proof! He had to see for himself, their words weren’t good enough. He should have listened to the women! But no, he goes to the tomb, no body, no angels and then goes away wondering to himself what happened.

To recap, Jesus told the disciples he would die and be resurrected 3 days later, the women relay a message from presumably an angel but at the very least a messenger from God, Peter sees no body and still they do not recognize Him when he comes to them. They should have recognized him! They should have known by now! How much evidence do you need! So what do they do? More of them go to the tomb and scratch their heads, huh he’s not there.

Have you ever been in a situation where say you walk into a room, flip the switch, and the lights don’t come on, so you say to someone, the lights aren’t working and then they go and flip the switch and say “Huh, you’re right, the lights aren’t working.” And you stare at them in disbelief that they apparently think you’re so stupid that you didn’t try the switch? Now, granted yes, I have encountered rare situations where there are ten people standing outside a door waiting to go because they think it’s locked and no one has tried the handle but more often than not, someone did and so did every other person thereafter because they deemed the other person incapable of mastering such a complicated technical device as a doorknob so they had to try it themselves.

This same line of thinking is what goes into every should. Shoulds are judgments made by the unqualified who have deemed you less qualified than they are. They will deny it but that is exactly what shoulds convey. I know better than you do therefore I am placing myself in the authority to tell you what you should do.

Shoulds are not love. Shoulds are not faith. Shoulds are saying I won’t believe you without proof. And not the evidence you give me, that will not suffice, but the proof I gather myself.

We often think to ourselves, the apostles should have recognized Jesus. They walked with him, talked with him, learned from him and with him. When Jesus came to the disciples, he tried to tell them but they refused to listen, they had to flip the switch themselves. Until Jesus physically did something in a way only Jesus would do, they did not recognize. Until he provided the proof they wanted to see, he was a stranger.

Luke is my favorite of the gospels because he is storyteller, he weaves together small little bits of information that provide the necessary proof of Jesus’ humanity, divinity, and God’s careful orchestration of events. John uses the concreteness of Thomas touching the holes in Jesus’ hands and feet but Luke tells a story to me that feels more godlike. It is not his wounds that give his identity away but something much more subtle, something much more distinct, something that only the disciples would have witnessed, known and recognized. Something he had said the night before he was handed over to the authorities. “Do this in remembrance of me…”

It's never the obvious. We think it should be the big things that stir up memories but it’s not, it’s the little things. It’s the way a child fidgets with their hair, twiddles their fingers, or curls their toes when they think that reminds us of their ancestors. It’s the smell of a particular cologne, baked good, flower, or kind of sawdust that awakens memories long lost of our grandparents. Often, the things we think should be reminders, aren’t.

Shoulds are not ours to give. Aside from being judgments, they are commands which none of us are in a position to be making upon one another. In our minds, perhaps the disciples should have recognized Jesus, all of them should have known he was going to rise from the dead, all of them should have known and should not have been surprised he died, but the thing about should is there is only One who can issue them. There is only one who determines what “should” be and what “should not be.” And I’m sorry to say, but it’s not you.

It is He who gave us the 10 commandments. It is He who laid down the Law, the only Law of what we should and should not do. It is He who has the power to make all of the other things in this world that we think should happen immediately stop. It is He who has the power to make things which should not happen happen. There is only One God who can make the blind see and those who can see blind. There is only one god who can resurrect the dead.

There is only one God who can forgive all of your sins. One God who would do something so subtle, so personal, so significant as to come to earth as a human being to demonstrate his power. A God who could make the earth cease to exist with the power of his voice, made us believe in Him, not through a demonstration of brutal force or military prowess but as a tiny baby whose life was cut short through a betrayal by those who said they loved him. Now that’s power. That God can tell me what I should and should not do and He can tell you but as for the rest of us, maybe we should keep our opinions to ourselves and stop trying to be Gods.

Maybe we should learn to have a little faith. Maybe we should learn that being right isn’t nearly as important as believing in someone. Because you know what the funny part is about being locked out of a room that isn’t even locked? It makes a whole crowd of people who would have otherwise gone into a room, sat in their chairs and played on their phones, talk to one another.

The woman who went to the tomb who should have believed and known he wouldn’t be there? They talked to each other about it. The disciples who didn’t believe the women even though they should have? They talked to each instead of sitting around moping and grieving. The disciples walking down the street, instead of walking in silence, were talking to each other about it. Who cares what “should be”? If you were meant to have known better, you would have. If someone “should” have done or not done something that you think they “should” have or hadn’t, they would have.

God is our should. He is the only one with the power to decide what should and should not be. If we would stop having to question one another, require proof, do things for ourselves instead of trusting one another, and instead did what we “should” do, love one another this world would be a much better place. The next time someone tells you the light won’t come on, the car won’t start, or the door is locked, instead of trying to prove them wrong or that you’re better than them, try demonstrating some love and having a conversation with them before you try the switch.

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For You part 4

fluff. things get a little spicer. enjoy :)

3 Days Later

Y/n wakes up to the light shining through the curtains on the window. It takes her a moment to get oriented to the room but the first thing on her mind once she’s with it again is Vinnie.

She turns to lean her head off the edge of the top bunk to see if he’s still there underneath her or if he’s downstairs already, but as she half expected, he’s still there. As soon as she makes eye contact with him, he smiles. 

“Good morning,” he says, looking up at her from his phone. 

She smiles back and turns over to face the ceiling, rubbing the tired look from her eyes. “Good morning,” she says with a groggy voice. 

“I was waiting for you to wake up,” he says. “I think breakfast is ready downstairs.”

She sits up and makes her way to the ladder at the end of the bed. “You didn’t have to wait on me.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” he chuckles. 

“It’s gonna look suspicious if we start showing up to breakfast at the same time everyday, you know,” she says as her feet hit the ground. 

“Nothing is even going on between us. I think that you’re overthinking this.”

“I do tend to overthink a lot,” she laughs. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

They both make their way downstairs to see everyone sitting scattered around the house, eating and talking. As soon as her mom sees her, she lets out a small gasp and waves her hand for them to come over. “There they are,” her mom smiles. “Come here, I wanna show you guys this.”

“What is it?” Y/n asks, walking over to her. 

Her mom turns her phone toward her and it’s a picture of Carter, Vinnie and Y/n from their elementary school years. Halloween day, they were all in their costumes ready to go trick-or-treating. Vinnie as Spider-Man, Carter as the Hulk, and Y/n as a fairy but what was supposed to be a sparkly wand to match her costume was something that looked like a stick in its place. 

“Oh my god, I remember that,” Vinnie laughs. 

“I vaguely remember it. Didn’t Carter lose my wand and I had to use a stick as the replacement?” Y/n smiles. “No, that’s not a stick, that's the wand from Vinnie’s Harry Potter costume he wore the year before this,” her mom says, then turns to look at Vinnie. “Vinnie you were so mad that Carter lost her wand, you ran all the way home to get yours as a replacement. I distinctly remember you surprising her with it. She went from crying and throwing a fit to being so happy.” 

Y/n bites her lip and looks over at Vinnie. “I do remember that, actually. That was very nice of you,” she smiles. “My costume wasn’t complete without a wand, I just had to have one.”

“He tried to get you to go as Mary Jane that year, but you had your heart set on that fairy costume for some reason,” her mom says. 

“Now that I don’t remember that,” Y/n laughs. “Yeah, I went as Spider-Man hoping you’d go as my MJ but you refused,” Vinnie chuckles. “I was so disappointed.”

Y/n looks at him with a frown on her face but feeling a strong wave of fondness for him - so deep she can feel it in her bones now, wondering if his crush on her goes back that far. 

“Don’t give me that look,” he smiles, shaking his head. “It’s okay.”

“I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad. I have no hard feelings from it.”

“There’s always this year,” Y/n’s mom says teasingly. “You can make it up to him.”

“That would be weird,” Carter chimes in from the living room. “As kids that’s one thing but now? Hell no.”

Y/n’s heart sinks a little bit at Carter’s reaction, but she feels a little hopeful over how her mom seems to feel. Of course going with matching costumes isn’t the same as dating but she can’t help but wonder if her mom would be okay with them being together - what reason would her mom even have to be even be upset?

“I’m taking your sister as MJ this year and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Vinnie fires back with a joking tone but a hidden sense of seriousness in his voice. 

“We’ll see,” Carter says starkly, turning his attention back to the TV in front of him. 

Y/n looks at Vinnie, giving him a small smile. He’s grown on her quickly the last few days. She’s starting to see him as more than just her friend or her brother’s friend or the kid she grew up with who always teased her.

———

Y/n looks in the mirror, double checking herself in her bikini. She and Vinnie have managed to find themselves alone again, this time having the entire house to themselves and they’ve decided to get in the hot tub. 

She’s feeling an unusual sense of vulnerability about wearing so little in front of him. She’s not sure why, she’s usually perfectly confident in herself and it’s not like Vinnie hasn’t seen her in a bikini before, but since things have started to evolve between them she’s found herself becoming more aware of how she presents herself around him.

She takes a deep breath and fixes her hair into a bun. “You’re fine. He likes you. Just relax,” she tells herself under her breath.  

She opens the bathroom door and makes her way through the living room to the deck on the back of the house. Vinnie is sitting on the edge of the hot tub as if he’s waiting on her before getting in.

As she slides the back door open, she can’t help let her eyes wonder over his body and blush at the sight of him. She doesn’t know how she never noticed before how utterly beautiful he is - everything from his nose to his physique. He’s gorgeous.

“I was wondering what was taking so long,” he teases as she closes the door behind her. 

She playfully rolls her eyes and smiles. “It wasn’t that long.”

He chuckles and turns his legs to lower himself into the water slowly, giving himself time to adjust to the temperature. She climbs in across from him, sinking down and relaxing a little bit now that her whole body isn’t on display in front of him. 

He leans his back against the wall and lifts his arms, resting them on either side of himself against the edge of the tub. He looks at her and smiles, extending his foot out to touch hers.

That simple gesture sends a wave of excitement through her body and she can feel her cheeks flush. She looks down at the water shyly, trying to hide her red face. 

He notices her reaction and laughs a little bit, pulling his foot away. “You look tense,” he says softly. 

“I’m just… I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I’m feeling a little shy.”

He looks at her with a confused smile. “Why?” 

“I don’t know.”

“You’re starting to get a little crush on me aren’t you?” He teases her. 

She looks up at him. “Honestly? Yeah.”

His heart flutters a little bit at her confirmation. “You don’t have to feel shy around me, you know?”

“I know,” she smiles. 

“Seriously. I want you to be comfortable around me,” he says sincerely. 

She takes a deep breath and nods. “I am comfortable around you. You make me feel safe - it’s just my mind… I don’t know how to explain it but,” she shrugs. “I’m okay.” 

“Come here,” he reaches his hand out. 

She grabs it and he pulls her over to him, sitting her down beside him not close enough that they’re touching but close enough that it builds some tension between them. He replaces his arm in the position against the ledge that it was in before and smiles at her. 

“So I wanna know… how long have you liked me?” She asks as she looks down, running her hands nervously through the water. 

“I’m embarrassed to admit it.”

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Cause it took me so damn long to say something.”

She smiles. “Just tell me.”

“Ugh…” he sighs. “Literally since the first time I ever saw you.”

“When would that have even been? You and Carter have been friends forever.”

“I remember it, actually.” 

“You do?” 

“Yeah… I was sitting in your kitchen after school when I was in 3rd grade. You would have been in 4th. It was the first time I ever hung out with Carter, actually. And you walked in and I remember thinking how pretty you were. From that moment on I liked you. You were my first crush ever.” 

Her smile widens, thinking about how sweet that is. “I don’t remember that but I do know what my first memory with you was… I was riding my bike and fell and you ran over to me to help me up.”

“I always tried to look out for you,” he gently brushes the back of her neck with his hand, sending a small wave of tingles down her back.

“Yeah… and then you saw the cut on my knee and spit on it with no warning at all. I was mortified and pushed you away and you got mad at me and told me that spit kills germs and that I should be thanking you.”

He throws his head back laughing as the memory resurfaces for him. “I really believed it, though! I swear, I had good intentions.” 

She laughs and pushes him away playfully. “I bet you did but you always had a terrible way of showing it.” 

“I know…” he says, placing his hand on her shoulder. “I was a stupid kid.”

That feeling of fondness for him returns even stronger than before. She smiles, thinking back on so many little things that he did for her through the years that must have been done with good intentions but a bad way of showing it.

“You weren’t stupid… just goofy. And awkward. And you drove me nuts,” she teases. “I think I did a lot of what I did just to get a reaction out of you and get you to notice me.” 

“I think you still do that,” she smiles, looking down at the water. She leans a little closer to him, wanting to feel him against her but too shy to make it obvious. 

“I do.”

“It would have been charming if you went about it a different way… But the last few days have been much better than whatever you were trying before,” she says softly. 

“I feel better around you now that I’ve told you how I feel. It’s like I can finally be myself.”

She looks up at him and leans her head against his shoulder. They hold eye contact for a few moments and she can feel her body stir and her heart starts to beat a little faster.

He feels a small knot start to form in his stomach from his own excitement and looks at her lips, yearning to kiss her but he’s not sure if it’s the right time for it. 

He moves his gaze from her lips back to meet her eyes and he opens his mouth to say something but before he can speak she leans forward and kisses him.

She didn’t even have time to think about it, it was almost like an instinct. An urge she couldn’t control. And finally making that first connection feels so sweet and so natural, like they’d kissed a thousand times before.

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