#Thor will be like I have no choice in this situation but to speak the truth and confess and Loki is like YOU LIKE MEN?????????

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Heal - I

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (female)

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🦅 Summary: As a nightmare doesn’t ease up, you have no choice but to take the plunge and try to wake Bucky.

Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault, violence, forced knotting and claiming/marking, trauma, bond breaking, angst, injured reader, near death experience, lots of emotions, smut

Word count: 1,725

You were well accustomed to Bucky's screams in the night. Although they were a regular occurrence, they still made your bones shiver and forced you to clamp your hands over your ears to try and block them out. You usually held your breath until you heard Steve barge into his room to calm him down, but you still found yourself sleepless in the hours remaining until dawn.

Part of you wanted to run for the hills. Part of you wanted to slide into his bed and wrap your arms around him, pulling him against your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his messy hair. That part was bigger, but it was also more terrifying. Because even though every part of your anatomy gagged for the only alpha you had only truly wanted, you were also shit scared of him. Not of the Winter Solider, which most people were, but of him. Of Bucky. Of the rejection you'd know you'd have to face if he knew how you felt. Because even though you knew he wasn't actually your alpha, and you knew he would never be interested, you weren't sure you could survive actually hearing him say it. Which was the reason why you kept your distance and protected your sanity.

But tonight was different. Steve was on a mission, accompanied by Sam, Natasha and Tony. That meant only you and Bucky were sleeping on your floor of the compound, with Bruce and Clint a level below and Thor away in Asgard. So when those petrifying sounds ricocheted through your skull, you knew you were the only one to hear them. Which meant you had no choice. You had to go to him.

Your legs were trembling beneath you as you inched towards your bedroom door, opening it as quietly as possible and shuffling through without lifting your socked feet off the floor. Your chest felt like it was about to explode as your heart boomed with such ferocity and you had to keep reminding yourself to breathe as you fumbled your way towards his room. You chewed on your lip as you rested a hand on the doorknob, bracing yourself what you might be about to enter into. You knew that sometimes Bruce had to come and sedate him, and there were even times when both Steve and Bucky had emerged the next morning with busted up faces from having a physical fight. Sure, you were a well trained agent who never usually shied away from a fight, but this was different. You knew you'd never be able to hurt Bucky, even if he was the Winter Solider. Put in that situation, in the situation you were in now, you were just a vulnerable omega who couldn't even stand her own ground.

Another shrieking cry jolted you out of your thoughts and you whimpered involuntarily. This was not the cry of a violent man, but that of someone in extreme pain. Without hesitation, you flung the door open and ran in, taking barely a second to survey the layout of the foreign room before you were at the beside. Bucky was still asleep, his eyes screwed shut as he grimaced and panted. Sweat coated his forehead, his hair sticking to it as well as the pillow that had started to slide up against the headboard as he tossed and turned.

"Bucky-" you could barely hear yourself over the sound of the blood coursing through your veins, which meant he certainly hadn't. You cleared your throat, barely trusting yourself to try again, before speaking up. "Bucky!" This time you leant forward, shaking his damp shoulders to try and bring him back to reality. "Bucky its okay, you're okay. C'mon, wake up for me, you're okay", you brushed the hair from his face, cupping his cheek. You were pushing back the panic that was forming at the proximity you were to him and you instead used it to your advantage, touching him in the ways you had only dreamed in order to bring him out of his own.

Just as you were about to consider that this was a losing battle, Bucky froze. His eyes flew open and you let go of his face, stumbling backwards in shock. "Bucky, I-". Suddenly you were back where you started, a trembling mess whose instinct was to drop to her knees and submit to her alpha. He sat up straight, staring straight at you as his chest heaved with uneven breaths.

"Y/N?" He tilted his head slightly and squinted in the darkness as you tried to sustain a whimper. Your stomach was churning and you clamped your legs together as you willed the slick to retract.

"Are you okay?" you whispered with a gulp. He nodded, relaxing slightly as he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Yeah. Thank you."

You nodded and started to glance around the room, unable to look at him any longer. You had awoken your alpha from his precious slumber without his permission, and although you knew that was the right thing to have done, your hormones were saying otherwise.

"Are you okay?" You were surprised to hear the words come out of Bucky's own mouth, but as you glanced over at him and noticed his flaring nostrils, you hung your head in shame. He could clearly smell the panic that was overtaking your body and you probably reeked of omega right now. Sure, you'd never explicitly hidden your status from your colleagues, but you kept it private, dealing with your heats yourself and using your suppressants discreetly. You chewed on your lip once again, this time tasting blood as you nodded and tried to compose yourself. With a sigh, Bucky pulled back the bedsheets and beckoned for you to come forward.

"C'mon, you can't just stand there. I feel terrible and you need to relax. Hell, so do I. Come here, will you."

You were frozen on the spot, not entirely sure what he was asking. He sensed that, closing his eyes for a second as he snorted under his breath.

"Omega. Come and sit with me."

Well now you had no choice. You practically flew off the floor and under the covers, welcoming Bucky's flesh arm as it snaked around your back and you curled up into his shoulder.

"Sorry," you mumbled without looking up.

"Don't be," you felt Bucky's stubble brush against your cheek as he shook his head. "I forgot how scary a tormented alpha can be. Let alone a tormented alpha who used to be a brainwashed assassin. You should have just let me ride it out."

"I couldn't do that," you rushed out, already starting to relax and feel more comforted than you had in a long time. His scent was intoxicating, and although he still smelt of fearful memories, it was still comforting to you because it was distinctly him.

You lay like that in silence for a while longer until at some point, you drifted into oblivion. It was a dreamless sleep, wrapped in your alpha like you'd always wanted.

Until it wasn't. While you might have been calmed, Bucky was not. He hadn't fully come out of the nightmare, and he had hoped that having you against him would help that. Admittedly he was ashamed the omega he'd been pinning for since coming to live at the compound had to see him in that state, but he couldn't pretend that having her in his bed was a completely knew kind of comfort. Except Bucky hadn't shared a bed with another in over 40 years, so when he inevitably slipped back into that same nightmare, the feeling of a warm body against his disorientated him. It was strange and it was not supposed to be there. The only reason it could be there was if it was going to harm him.

Your eyes flew open the second the cold metal squeezed your windpipe. You wanted to call for Bucky, but it was no use; the creature hovering above you was not him. Yes, it was his body, but his mind was asleep, and the pieces that still remained of the Winter Soldier had pushed forward to the surface. You tried to claw at his hands, at his face, at anything but it was no use. He was a pent-up alpha assassin, fuelled by an artificial super serum. You were no match.

As you wined through his grasp, the nightmare-frenzied Bucky started to take in the girl beneath him. The omega beneath him. She wasn't here to murder him; she was here to test him. Maybe she was a gift, or maybe she was a slave. Either way, she smelt amazing, and his body was yearning for her. His toes curled as he reached down and freed his throbbing penis, letting it rub against her bare legs.

You cried out as you suddenly realised what was going on. He wanted you. Not in the way that you wanted him, but he wanted to take you. To have you. To violate you. You tried to break free as much as possible, weakly kicking against him and pulling at his hair, but it was no use. Although he was no longer choking you, his metal hand remained stern around your neck to hold you in place, applying just enough pressure to halt any cries that tried to escape. His flesh hand meanwhile was pawing at you, squeezing your nipples hard before fisting your vagina. What only hours ago had been crying out for him was now locked up and trying desperately to reject his efforts, which only made him try harder.

"Bucky, please" you mumbled but it was no use - he was gone. This was not your Bucky. Your Bucky would hate himself for this. Your Bucky would certainly never want to look at you again after this. Just as you started to drift away, to blur out what was going on and sink into nothingness, you felt the full force of his penis lurch into you and you had no choice but to succumb to his thrusts. It wasn't until after he had ridden you so hard you bled that he let his knot pop and he sunk his teeth into the tear-soaked gland just below your jawline. Only then did you fully collapse into the darkness.

🫀Part II

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A Friend in Death

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Tony Stark & Male!Reader Summary: Death is something to fear and yet Tony sees him as if he's an old friend Word Count: 1,766

"Have you ever met death?"

Tony looked up from his tinkering to look at Peter, who had stopped doing his homework to ask such a dark question. Peter was naturally curious about everything and that's why Tony liked the boy, but sometimes his curiosity could be so morbid.

"Oh, yeah, we're like good friends."

"That's...." Peter trails off before meeting Tony's eyes, "Not comforting."

Peter looked somewhat worried, Tony would go back to his tinkering, but he knows the boy's tendency to keep the conversation going. He waited for Peter to gather his thoughts, he watched Peter straighten his back before leaning his arms against the worktable.

"But, didn't Thor tell us about his sister Hela? Isn't she the goddess of death?"

"Yes, for them and anyone who worships them. But, the death I met, is, let's say, universal. This is the death that is waiting for you, picking you up to take you to the afterlife. Death comes to those who don't believe, half believe and anything in between."

"And you've met him?"

"More than I would like, and he could probably say the same."

"What's he like?"

"You know you're not supposed to be here."

Tony gasped awake and was met with (e/c) eyes. They were inviting but at the same time cold. Tony slowly sits up, his eyes focusing on the figure in front of him, who was crouched next to him

"Who are you?"

"I don't think you'd like the answer."

"Oh, god," Tony shudders, his mind racing and if this is what he is thinking, then it was justified reason to start panicking, "I'm dead, aren't I?"

"Yes and no."

"What?" Tony was confused, tilting his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows, "You're death."

"That I am, but you're in limbo as you humans call it - You're dead but not fully if you get me," You say softly, holding a hand out to him, "And call me (y/n), I found that humans feel more at ease being around me when they don't call me death."

"(Y/n)?" Tony was very confused by this whole situation, you drop the hand knowing Tony would not take it, "Also, you look like one of us."

"Eh, I picked it out from the handful of human names and animal names I've encountered and thought it suited me. Trust me, I've been through so wild names, but I like (Y/n)," You shrugged your shoulders then continue to answer his questions, "Also, human form puts you, funny little humans, at ease. I'm not completely heartless. But, if you prefer my other form-"

"No!" Tony exclaimed, you raised an eyebrow at him, "No, this is somewhat....comforting?"

"Well, that's good."

There was silence between the two of you. Tony looks at you, and you looked back expectantly and again, a hand stretched out, waiting for more questions - after all, you are one of the only beings who had answers.

"So, what do you mean I'm not fully dead?"

You sighed, knowing Tony wouldn't take your hand as you stand up, stretching your back - as if it did anything for you. Tony stayed on the floor, his eyes staying on you.

"I mean that you're not to supposed to die yet," You explained, giving him a pointed look, "It's not your time yet, you have a few more years to go."

"A few!?"

"Poor choice of words, few can be ten, fifteen, twenty years from now."

"Right."

"So, I'm sending you back, no hard feelings alright? I'll see you in a few."

"Did you miss me?"

Once again, Tony gasped awake, this time looking around him, last time he was here he didn't take notice of his surrounding. He noticed that he could see his body, and-

"Don't pay attention to that," You say, drawing his attention to you, "You've made quite a mess in New York, haven't you?"

"You speak to me as if I'm a child."

"Well, in comparison, you are."

Tony huffs, taking his eyes away from you. He swears this is his fourth, maybe fifth time meeting you. After almost dying to his godfather and a palladium poisoning. He doesn't really want to acknowledge you yet as he can see Thor, Steve and Hulk towering over him. He sees the wreckage that Loki had brought upon New York.

"Did it work?"

"Huh? Oh, flying the missile up to the wormhole, yeah, it worked."

"So, I'm dead."

You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest, "No."

"But-" You give him a pointed look, "Right, limbo, not my time yet, gotcha."

You nodded before placing a hand on his shoulder, "You're an interesting being I do have to say, Tony."

"I think I should be flattered?"

"I see too many people walk through limbo, ready to accept their fate in their afterlife. It's rare to see someone come here and not be accepted by the afterlife, not once but multiple times."

"Perhaps, there's a reason."

"It's not ready for you, Tony," You softly soothe him, even in your presence he seemed to relax, "Trust in me, Tony, for I am death and I know when I will be taking you. You still have to show the world that you're Tony Stark, you still have a lot of growing to do before you come to me."

"Are you sending me back?"

"I can't hold you here any longer, so yeah."

"Uh, I think I'm ready, I wasn't ready last time."

You smirked at him, placing your fingers on his forehead. Pushing it back to the land of the living.

"I'm starting to think you like me."

"I promise you I am not doing it on purpose."

You chuckled, this time upon meeting, you had your scythe. It was exactly what he imagined it to be and more. It stood up by itself, and he could see black smoke swirling up the scythe. He looks at you, and you stared at him sincerely, your arms crossed over your chest and leaning against your scythe.

"I'm starting not to believe you."

"Well, I guess I have to visit a friend every so often," Tony shrugs as you rolled your eyes, "We are friends right?"

"I guess, you've seen me more than I like."

"So, what's my cause of death this time?"

"You're horrible, you know that?" You say in amusement before standing straight and grabbing your scythe, "You really need to learn who to trust, Tony."

"Steve?"

"Used your father's shield and smashed it into your arc reactor," You say in distaste, it was the first Tony heard you talk like that, even your facial expression was showing disgust.

"Are you allowed to have an opinion?"

"Hey, I'm death, I can be as caring or terrifying as I want to be. I know everyone's life history. Trust me, having an opinion makes this transition easy."

"So, I'm done now?"

You laughed, a little more than Tony would have liked, "I think you know the answer to that."

Tony sighed, "I don't like this, coming back to life really takes it out on the human body."

"I figured as much, maybe make a better decision?"

"You're hilarious," Tony replied dryly.

You grinned, tilting your head to the side, "Tony, from the greatness of my unexisting heart - your time will come and you will know when. I will always be there to greet you like an old friend."

"I guess that's comforting."

"I guess it is comforting to know that my parents and uncle Ben got to the afterlife safely," Peter hums before looking back down at his homework, "Thanks, Tony!"

"No worries, kid."

Tony did miss you, even though each interaction was a few minutes long. There was something about you that was so welcoming to him, but then he thinks to himself - you are death, after all. You are supposed to be caring for those who deserve it.

Perhaps, it was his reason to keep going on in life, you have shown him nothing but kindness and care, deep down he knows that he's a good person to receive such treatment. He tries not to think about death, but he can't help but find comfort.

Knowing you're on the other side with a smile on your face.

He had no fear of dying anymore, the fear of the unknown after this life was non-existent. He was sucked back into reality when Peter threw a paper aeroplane at his head. He looked at the teenager and smiled, Tony relaxed his shoulders - life was looking up now.

"Hello, old friend."

Tony, for the first time, did not gasp awake. He felt peaceful and he could lie in his spot all day. He slowly opens his eyes and is met with the sight of a clear blue sky. He slowly sat up and saw he was in a field of flowers, a fresh scent of grass and off to the distance, he could see trees.

"So, this is it?"

"I don't think you'll like the answer."

Tony hummed, looking over at you. Your scythe standing next to you as you were crouched down next to him with your cloak draped over you, the hood resting nicely on your head.

"You're awfully quiet, Tony," You pointed out, poking his cheek, "You know most people beg to go back once they know they're dead."

"I've prepared myself."

"No doubt about that," You mumbled, before clearing your throat, "Welcome to the afterlife!"

"It's not much."

"I can't seem to please you can I?" You teased, before sighing as Tony seemed fixated on something else, "Tony, this is your afterlife, you're little paradise. I am not supposed to tell you things that happen here because it's yours, and in a few years your family will return to you."

"Like Pepper?" Tony questioned, hopefulness in his voice, "Happy? Rhodey?"

"And Peter and Morgan," You finished, tilting your head to the side as your gentle stare bore into Tony's eyes, "It'll be a few years for them, but, for you? It'll be like yesterday you just died."

"Will they be okay? You know, without me?"

You softly smile at him, "They will struggle with their grief, but they'll be okay."

"You know, (y/n), thank you. You've made coming to terms with this so easy."

"It's not common I find someone returning to me before their time, multiple times if I must add. But, I treasure friends and they will receive the best from what death can offer.

You stand up, giving a hand out to him.

"Now, Tony, will you finally take my hand?

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[oopsgracie]

my thoughts on loki season two so far…

i’m really struggling with this season of loki because i want to love it but why so many filler episodes? i feel like this did nothing to develop plot or relationships or even loki as a character. true, i do like the whole OB as a science teacher come wannabe bestseller and his role in helping loki control time slipping, and i enjoyed seeing their original timelines but i feel like this could have been done differently, perhaps not in less time, but in a way that made it feel like loki genuinely connects with these people. i don’t remember him having a conversation with b-15 about anything other than the T.V.A, similar situation when it comes to casey although they’ve had more screen time together. if his life’s new glorious purpose is wanting to reunite his friends and restore order, then put some effort into making their bonds with loki and each other more authentic?

can we also talk about why sylvie and loki weren’t reset, i know this might be answered next episode, i just hope it doesn’t become a plot hole.

we’re so often reminded that he’s a god, but it seems to be that everybody else has forgotten he’s the god of mischief, chaos, that this man invaded the whole of new york less than a month ago. with some good character development, or even a plot in which he questions his choices and desires and finds this motivation within himself later, maybe i could believe that he truly wants to restore what he has always sought to remove, but i feel like the loki i saw in this episode is no different to the loki i met at the end of season one, or even s2ep1, when his biggest concern was sylvie’s wellbeing, except that he’s done a one eighty in what he believes and has become this blindly led hero figure.

also loki and sylvie in general, i know it’s unpopular (coming from somebody that really loved their relationship) but also integral to the first season. you can’t erase a relationship that has already driven the plot of six episodes and dare i say most of loki’s character development? except apparently you can, because that seems to be what the writers have chosen to do. push any kind of tension you like, have him hate her for what she did, have him try to do everything without her and fail, but at least give them some screen time? what happened to her being his glorious purpose? what happened to finding a place on the timeline together? what happened? i love mobius and OB, but they don’t replace the dynamic of two loki variants trying to navigate the ideas of a multiverse, order against chaos and what it means to be loved. that’s what made season one so compelling and now it’s been replaced with a vapid quest to fix up a rusty old loom. i don’t know if people who disliked their relationship were listened to and that was the catalyst for such a change, and i get that it’s not for everyone, but if that’s the decision they came to at least break it off in a way that works with the storyline rather than immediately end it with no explanation. no character has mentioned how they’re feeling after everything’s gone down and with such clear moments in which these conversations could have been had, they just didn’t. the pie room— with both sylvie and mobius, the bar scene, the ferris wheel. i feel like i’ve heard sylvie say the same few lines over and over again, that she hates the T.V.A, hates HWR, wants to be free from the time fascists and make her own choices and then she leaves. even after loki speaks of thor, they talk but they don’t say anything that’s hasn’t already been understood. it goes nowhere and feels unsatisfying, like we’re going round in circles which ironically, but i suspect unintentionally, seems quite fitting with the story.

this season has its moments, i just wanted something of substance.

that’s not to say i don’t enjoy watching it, any loki content is content i’ll find joy in and i truly love the concept of this season, exploring time loops and the ouroboros, how terrifying kang is made out to be, sylvie realising she needs the T.V.A, science and time-travel to hunt down a rogue miss minutes and renslayer (who doesn’t love loki in a suit?), but i think that what matters (loki, his development and his relationships) has been executed poorly, sacrificed to advance the MCU rather than the series, which seems a shame when they had already been so well established coming into the second season, or maybe my expectations were just too high. i almost hope they don’t push any intense friendship/love interest moments in the final episode when it’s all been so neglected.

absolutely no hate to those who feel differently i just needed somewhere to point out all my frustrations :)

#loki #marvel #loki laufeyson #sylvie #loki season 2 #sylki #lokius #loki season two episode five

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 8

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 8: A snake and a magical artifact

Before you go home to your cottage on this eventful day, you stop by the prince’s suite. Despite Thor's words, you know you won't have any peace until you talk to Loki one more time. Or at least try to. In the tower's kitchen, you've made some tea and have a tray with the pot and two cups floating next to you. It's easier to balance it this way than in your hands.

Loki stands at the panorama window looking out over the city, hands clasped behind his back. The sun is tilting toward the horizon, bathing the sky in a warm orange.

You approach him quietly and with a wave you let the tray float onto the small table. Giving Loki his space, you sit down on the armrest of a couch and follow his gaze for a while before looking at him. "Please don't teleport away like that again. I was worried about you."

"Why? Because you lost track of me like a dog that ran away?" Loki asks without turning to you.

It makes you frown. "What? No!" you explain, "I was worried about you."

You hear a soft "Tsk." from the Asgardian.

"I can understand that this was a situation you just wanted to get out of. But I'm asking you to communicate with me next time."

"There won't be a next time," Loki snaps, finally turning to face you. His expression is dismissive, but when your eyes meet, there is a moment you can see behind that mask. You see disappointment and regret.

Then it's gone again and his next words are bitter. "I let you down. You shouldn't have trusted me."

"What do you mean, Loki?"

"I promised no chaos and no deaths."

You remember your conversation in the car on the way to the hospital. It seems like a long time ago to you, even though it was only this morning.

"Well, at least you didn't start a fire." It's an attempt to lighten the mood, but Loki scolds. You let out a sigh. "We're a team, okay? So if there's any blame on you here, it's just as much on me."

"We are not-...," Loki hisses, but you don't let him finish that sentence.

"Listen, I'm really trying here. I know you don't want all of this. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry that things are not how you want them to be and that you are stuck here. I'm trying really hard to improve your situation. But I can't do this without you. I'm just asking you to not randomly disappear on me."

Your tone is harsher than intended, but it's been a long day, a lot has happened. You're tired and your patience for further discussion is wearing thin. You brush some loose strands of hair out of your face.

There is a pause in which the Asgardian contemplates your words. You let him take his time, having nothing further to say about it.

"I can do that," he finally says.

You smile softly at him. "Thank you, Loki."

You look at each other for a moment. His expression is neutral, but you get the feeling that it's not a mask, just him trying to process his thoughts and feelings. Humans and Asgardians are not so different in that way.

You nod toward the table. "Tea?" you ask.

Only now does Loki seem to notice what you've brought. "Gladly," he agrees and circles the couch to settle in his usual spot.

~~

The next morning, you enter the suite as usual. "Hello?"

At first you think it's empty, but then you notice something moving in the sun on the couch where you usually sit. It's a snake that lifts its head at your words, seemingly looking in your direction. It is a dark blue color, almost black, but in the light of the sun it shimmers almost iridescent. It is a beautiful animal.

You walk over and place a paper bag on the small table. "I brought brownies," you announce.

After yesterday, Loki had earned them, and you baked them fresh this morning.

The animal watches your every move, tonguing silently in protest as you push it aside to sit down. You're 85% sure it's Loki. At 10% you assume it's an ordinary snake and Loki is just playing a trick on you. For the other 5% the snake is here for some totally unrelated reason.

Your eyes meet.

"If you don't want to talk, I'm sure you won't mind if I read, right?" You get no response, but you're not sure what you were expecting. Probably not that the snake would speak to you. So, with some magic, you summon a copy of the book you're reading at home and get comfortable.

"At least he's not a horse," you mutter as you think back to Loki's tale of Sleipnir.

You don't blame him for changing shape. After everything that's happened, you're glad he showed up at all and isn't hiding somewhere or back to the point of threatening you. You definitely made some progress there.

Soon, you're engrossed in your book. You don't realize the snake has started moving until it tries to get from the back of the couch across your chest.

"Not around the neck," you warn it without looking up, pushing its little head aside. It tongues in protest, but adjusts its path. After a while, it loosely wriggles twice from your shoulder across your chest. You feel the smooth scales against your skin as he gets under your collar, and you pull him away from your neck a bit. At the same time, you turn sideways and pull your feet up onto the couch so the snake won’t be crushed between you and the couch and is also back in the sun. With its warmth and that of your body, it seems satisfied and stops moving.

You turn the page.

Lost in thought, you place your fingers on the scales again and stroke them gently.

Although it's comfy, you're having a hard time concentrating today.

Sometimes the suite is too cramped for you, even with its size and nobody there but you and Loki. Today is one of those days. It's not because he himself takes up too much space - he is just a several feet long snake. But sometimes you feel that you can't concentrate properly when he is near you. Your thoughts are too focused on him. It's your job, you tell yourself. He's constantly circling around in your head as you think about how best to integrate him into the team, what project you can start next, where you could take him out to dinner again. He deserved the latter after his good work. The fact that you might then see him in an elegant suit again is just a happy coincidence.

You give up reading and put your book aside. Somehow you’re even glad that you don't have to talk to Loki today. That would only distract you more. He has a way of pushing your buttons with his words. Silvertongue can be interpreted in several ways.

Instead you're content to sit here in silence with him while you hold your face in the sun with your eyes closed. Perfect to raise your spirits.

Suddenly, a phone ring interrupts the silence.

"Sorry, I forgot to put it on mute," you mumble, glancing at the display. It's Tony, which is why you pick up.

"Hey, what’s up?.… yeah, I'm in the house.... Really?..Okay, I'm on my way."

You hang up and stand up and lift the snake off of you, carefully laying it on the pillow.

"The heroes found something magical and now they don't know what to do with it," you tell the animal, deliberately emphasizing the word hero with humor because you know how he feels about it.

"Of course! They're not smart enough for that." Loki sits on the couch back as his normal self with his legs crossed, making a thoughtful face. Then he rose as well. "Let's go."

"Are you sure you want to come?" you huff, because Loki didn't seem like he had much desire to talk or people today, and in the lab there would definitely be people.

"Something exciting is finally happening. I'm not going to miss it."

So you go together to lab 105, which is located about in the middle of the tower. It's not as big as some of the others, but it's equipped with lots of scientific technology.

Tony and Bruce look up as you enter. Neither of them comment that Loki is at your side.

"Where is it?" you get right to the point and they both point to a table on which lies an unspectacular object.

It looks like the hilt of a sword or a large dagger, without a blade. Just the hilt and cross-guard. It seems to be made of some kind of metal and there are various symbols engraved on the surface.

"Cap and Nat found this in a Hydra base," Tony explains, "Can you tell us what it is? Our scans are all over the place. Nothing makes sense."

"How do you know it's magic?" you ask.

"The blood and skulls lying around it in the base were a strong indicator."

You make a face and turn to the object Loki has already approached and is looking at curiously.

"It's powerful," he says quietly so that only you can hear. "I can feel the magic radiating from it."

"Have you seen anything like it before?"

He shakes his head.

You notice that the grip has a cavity at the bottom, as if a gemstone had once been embedded on the pommel.

"I can perform a ritual and find out more about it." You look at the Asgardian. "Unless you have a faster method?"

He takes a step back and gestures for you to continue. You give him a smile, then turn to the table.

Muttering softly in a foreign language, you run your fingertip across the tabletop, drawing symbols around the handle. Dark lines appear as if they are being burned on the surface. As you complete the circle, you hold your hands over the object and close your eyes. Your murmuring grows louder. Fascinated, the Asgardian watches you work.

The symbols on the tabletop light up and you break off your chanting, opening your eyes. They are milky white and a slight glow seems to emanate from them.

"Not sure if this is cool or just scary," Tony mutters, turning to Bruce.

You let the hilt hover between your fingers and examine it closely from all sides. Your spell gives you a direct view of its magic, which you now try to decipher. A red, billowing aura surrounds it. It appears calm, almost waiting. You hold it against the light, smelling it. The only thing that keeps you from licking it and tasting the magic is the intensity of the power you now feel as well. It's huge for such a small object.

Usually that’s not a good sign.

But you feel drawn to it and slowly you close one hand around it. The red aura reacts to your touch as if it were greeting you curiously. No sooner your fingers wrap around it than you feel a vibration emanating from it, traveling along your arm, tingling in anticipation. You try moving your arm as if you were wielding a blade, and suddenly a strength comes over you as if you could punch a hole in the metal wall of the lab. It's so overwhelming that you drop it on the table and end the spell. You have to blink a few times to get your eyes back to normal. It takes a moment for everything to stop appearing blurry.

The symbols on the table have faded, but you can still make out a shadow of their outlines.

"It's very powerful," you share your thoughts with the class. "It seems to be a part of several pieces. The energy is… not unfriendly, but unsettling. I wouldn't bet on it being used for anything good."

"Not by Hydra anyway," Tony snorts.

"What did you feel when you touched it?" Loki asks.

"It was weird. Almost as if it was calling. Could be some kind of curse." You look back at Tony, "You guys better stay away from it.”

That raises the question of what you should do with it. There’s no way you’ll leave it in the hands of people who don't know a thing about magic. You could take it back to your cottage and figure out the best place to put it. You know some people you could contact about it.

"I can keep it safe," Loki says

"Absolutely not," Tony replies promptly and even you are opposed to the idea.

The Asgardian gives him a sour look. "I know more about artifacts than all of you in this room combined. Magic has been a part of me since I was a small child."

"That wasn't an objection based on knowledge." There is no glossing over the distrust that lies between the men. Loki's gaze darts to you, and you pause.

"Doctor Strange," you say and Loki shoots you an offended glance. But he remains silent and you hope that means he isn’t disgruntled about your suggestion, but probably just the opposite is true. You try damage control. "He has the proper resources to store these kinds of magical artifacts."

You fish your phone out of your pocket, take a picture of the artifact and send it to Stephen along with a short message.

"SHIELD is not going to be happy about this," Tony interjects.

"That's not my problem. You wouldn't leave a firearm in the hands of toddlers, would you?" As long as neither of you know exactly what this magical artifact is capable of, it is a potential threat. You learned to be careful with these kinds of things. You never know when something could potentially blow up in your face. "Depending on what dimension Strange is in, you probably have about a week. But you guys should be careful. That thing can be dangerous.”

"Danger is my middle name."

"Yeah, I bet." You turn to Doctor Banner, who seems to be the more reasonable of the two of them. "And what is yours?"

"Actually, Bruce is his middle name," Tony answers for him.

The doctor shrugs with a sheepish grin and you laugh.

Loki and you leave the lab soon after and walk together to the elevator.

"I've been thinking about what project we can start next," you inform him. You had wanted to talk to him about it before Tony's call interfered. "There are programs similar to 'Make a Wish' and I think that-"

"I'm not going to do something like that again," Loki interrupts you sharply.

Somewhat taken aback by this so suddenly harsh tone, you blink at him. "Why not?" you ask dumbfounded. The elevator doors open and you follow him inside.

"I'm a god! No entertainment for unworthy people!"

"But everyone had fun! Including you - apart from the incident, of course. You were great."

"If I had been great, the boy wouldn't have died." His voice is bitter and stinging like the venom of a snake.

You try to calm him down and put a hand on his arm, but he shakes it off. "That's not true! You had no-…"

"He had a weak heart and I showed him my magic. It was too much to comprehend for this small human boy. He faltered immediately." He turns away from you and stares at the wall of the elevator. With a soft ping, the doors open and he trudges out. You have arrived at the floor of the suite.

You follow him a little slower, watching his dropped shoulders. So that was the reason. Maybe that was why he had been so quiet since then. Not just simple grief but also guilt. For the umpteenth time, you wonder how anyone could ever claim that Loki is a bad person when something like this affected him so much.

The Asgardian interprets your silence as a shock at his confession. He stops at the door to the suite, his hand already on the handle, not daring to look at you. He is afraid of what he would read in your eyes. Hate, accusation, disgust. "Now you know. It was I who kill-…"

"Loki, stop." You wrap your arms around him and hug him from behind. He stiffens. "The doctors told me Felix's deadline was two weeks ago. He bravely held on for many more days. Maybe his soul was waiting for you so he could go in peace."

Loki's voice is no more than a whisper. "You're just saying that to ease my mind."

You let go of him, take his hand that is still on the doorknob and turn him to face you. Your expression is serious and you try to put every bit of honesty that is in you into your words. "You are the god of lies. You should know I’m not lying, when I say that it was not your fault."

His eyes scrutinize you, trying to find a counterargument. Under other circumstances, he would be impressed that you understand how his domain works. Usually people accuse him of lying all the time because he is the God of lies. Actually it's quite the opposite. But most people are too dull to understand that. He knows how to choose his words so that they are not lies. And he senses when someone else is lying.

You don't lie. Your words leave little room for interpretation either.

Slowly he nods and you exhale in relief. You release his hand. The spot feels empty on Loki's skin, the ghost of your touch tingling.

"I still won't do anything like that again," he insists.

"Then we'll find something else," you reply, surprising him again.

He is fascinated by you, by a simple Midgardian woman. But you are not ordinary, he realizes, just as he had suspected when he first met you. There is much more beneath your surface than meets the eye.

"I have one request, though," you add. "Next time teleport us both away together. Then I'll save myself the trouble of searching for you."

Loki raises an eyebrow. "Only if, in return, you won't notify anyone next time."

"If I know where you are, there's no reason to notify anyone," you say with a smirk, holding out your hand to him. It's just to seal your pact and not because you like touching him, you tell yourself.

"I like it when you try to get around the rules. It's a nice change," Loki admits as he wraps his fingers around your hand to shake it.

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I don't know if it has been mentioned in the She-Hulk series yet, but Bruce's full name is Dr. Robert Bruce Banner.

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 2]

Night 2  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall due to Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 2.9k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ...more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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It’s been a few days, you noticed Heimdall always comes back around the time you almost fall asleep, never really have actually talk to you. All he does is just sit on the chair and read I think his diary for a while before going to sleep. Since you are married to him you can’t avoid talking to him, every time you tried to start a conversation to ease this awkward situation a bit, he will cut it short by answer you in a few words. “urm well..how was your day?” “Was fine.” “oh..I see. Urm..have you seen the fight in the black thunder today?”  “no” ”..uh how’s Gulltoppr today?” “Why you care.”

The conversation is so damn dry and boring even drinking with einherjar looks fun now. You should expected this when All-father announce that you going to marry the god of foresight, always see everything coming, uncapable to hold a simple conversation and a –

“How many times I have to tell you this, I can hear you even you don’t speak” Heimdall frown while still having the dairy on his hand and another rest on the chair ear with his legs crossed.

“I’m just trying to talk to you, it’s not like I like how thing turn out to be – ” You getting nervous but you just have to say it and try not to look at his glowing eyes.

“It’s not like I have a choice but to agree on this marriage.” Heimdall really likes to cut off you before you can finish thanks to his foresight.

“I too have no choice! This is All-father demand and its not like I can say no, or tell me what should I do? Perhaps we can just wait for a month, and we go our separate way and tell All-father that we can’t be together, and we hate each other?” Y/N nervously getting near the table to make sure he hear your proposal with both hand holding at the back.

“No way I’m going to say that, and nor that I will say this to the All-father. Drop this nonsense” Indeed Heimdall really want this marriage to end but his loyalty to Odin prevents him to do so, or perhaps his pride and ego, he can’t accept that he not capable of dealing with his wife and this is going to be a joke in Asgard for a long long time. Everyone will think he can’t satisfy his wife and make fun of him, what worse he will have to hear his brother talk about this all the time. Thinking how Thor and Baldur look like when they heard this makes his blood boil.

“But why?” You now getting slightly louder and closer, hand now pressing on the table as you don’t understand why Heimdall just won’t agree since both of you really want to be alone. This should be simple, compare to living like this forever.

“Won’t you just shut up already, its late and im very- very tired wife, so would you kindly just sleep already and try not disturb me” Heimdall changing his posture to not facing you. He is getting on your nerves really quick, for the past few days you have been trying to be nice and get know of him. All you get is nothing but coldness, harsh words toward you. Him calling you wife every time just make you shiver in a bad way because you know he don’t see you as his wife really, its more about someone that he forced to be with and legally as his spouse and nothing more.

“You as someone that are adequate compared to me, the watchman of the Aesir, you should be grateful that I’m not torturing you” Heimdall speak as he turns another page and changing to cross another leg. His eye never left his diary, he didn’t look at you the whole time.

That’s it, even he is a god of foresight, herald of the Ragnarök but you don’t take no shit from anyone. Especially someone like him.

“Oh yes I should be grateful of married to a piece of shit! He is such a know it all that he see everything coming but no he don’t even know how to try get along with other especially his wife. I really think my life will be much better if I married to Thor or even just be his other women” And now you get his full attention, his cold glowing purple eyes instantly jump to your face and piercing at you, furrowed brow and tense jaw, if his eyes can kill people you sure dead by now multiple times. Dropping his diary on table his fist clenched and he reach for his sword Hofuo. You can see his face twitch; you can hear him sharply inhale as he walks closer to you slowly. You are angry too but also getting tense up, you never see him in such rage before it’s kinda scary now. The world is suddenly so quiet, the only thing you can hear is his breathing and heavy footsteps toward your way.

Congratulations, you poked the bear and you succeeded to anger him, just pray he will give you quick and painless death.

His movement suddenly speeds up that within one second his sword is on your throat now pointing at your throat not hard enough to make you bleed but enough to make you stop your thought and breathing. “Watch. Your. Tongue.” Heimdall hissed, squinting his eyes further.

“I think I didn’t make myself clear the first time I come back.”

“You are nothing but just a tool in this marriage, a kid is what the All-father wanted and once it’s done you are just a used piece of garbage. You better hope by the time you will be dead or I will make sure you –” Heimdall didn’t finish his sentence as he noticed a tiny red color start trickle down his sword and start to dripping to the floor. He didn’t press it that hard he know, it was you who pressed your throat toward the sharp edge without any fear on your face, letting the point of the sword sink in just enough to bleed a little but not enough to cause harm to yourself.

“Do it.” Heimdall confused, turn his attention back from your face, there is no hesitation in your eye. He tries to read you to find any trace of falsehood that you might pretend to be brave. It’s just a strong sense of rage, sorrow, impatience, all boiling up and mixing together. It look like a breathless dark hole he will fall into if he is not careful enough, a drop of such emotion and feeling can burn his skin.

“I said fucking do it!!!” You shouted, now you sound like a mad dog with no leash. There must be something Heimdall said flipped your switch so hard you are talking back to the god of foresight without thinking of the consequences. You never someone who will raise your voice to anybody, you treat people equally with respect. You just had enough of him, these past few days you been holding back and now you had enough of his child-like tantrum behavior.

Slowly you can start to hear the noise from outside again but there is only silent in this room now, both of you just eye piercing at each other, no word. Heimdall clenched his fist further and groaned. Just when you think he is going to end your life here now. You stop feeling the pain from his sword that sinks into your skin. “It would be less fun if you die now, there are thing I can do to you to torture you slowly till you went mad. Im gonna take my time on that, perhaps you can at least entertain me enough after all these year” Heimdall didn’t move his eye away from you, maintaining eye contact is very important of maintain the dominance he have on you. He is not going to lose it, he is All-father’s left hand, ain’t no way he is going to lose to someone like you.

Heimdall wipes your blood from his sword with his bare hand. He looked in his hand, your blood red as the belladonna flower at the Ida fields which he seen quite some time when he guard on the top of the wall. Without any hesitation Heimdall licked his hand, he tastes your blood with eyes on you.

You flinched a little on what Heimdall just did. Still angry at him you walked away toward the door, hand on the door handle you look back at him which he still looking at you which his sword still holding in hand now pointing at the ground. “You can have your whole room back husband, the air in this room will be much more better when one of us is not around.” Before Heimdall can say anything, you close the door as hard as you can. Probably the whole lodge can hear it but you don’t care. Walking through the hallway you saw Magni and Modi who eating their meal.

“Are you two going to divorce not even a month now lady Y/N? You can always consider me as another option” Modi grinned and said in sarcastic way, he is still a piece of shit that wouldn’t stop putting his nose in other private matters. Running his mouth like he is better than anyone here, but the truth is exactly the opposite.

“Shut your damn mouth and eat now, you don’t want our father come to lecture you again.” Magni is ruthless sometime, but he is much better than Modi, less prick toward other as long as their father have no grudge toward them. You didn’t say anything back and walked out the hall, now standing at front of great lodge, rubbing your eye tiredly looking at your surroundings. Black thunder, training fields and the stupid giant wall your husband always guarding on top. “This is going to be a long night before I start to feel tired enough to sleep.” Sighed you make your move toward the black thunder.

You can hear the shouting and cheering inside, open the heavy door you start to smell all sort of things.. strong mead, burning herbs, and cooking smell of braised meat. Raising both your hands toward the einherjar who guards the entrance signaling that no weapon on you. The guard nods his head and you start walking again to get your drink. You don’t really drink, and you are quite bad at it, one tankard is enough to put you out. Holding your drink, you try to find a table where no one sit but failed. There are so many einherjar here you started to feel suffocated, but hel this is better than spending time in that prick’s room.

Sigh again you sit on the empty chair close to you and start drinking. “That piece of shit..” Staring at your mead you muttered to yourself with hand clenching your tankard. “Know it all’s old virgin that never get a bitch--”

“Let me guess, my brother not able to satisfy his wife and now his wife decide to spend his night getting drunk with bunch of men in Black Thunder?” The sudden voice makes you jumped and choke on your mead, coughing to get the mead out from your nose. “Shit! --” You look up, the god of thunder just sitting right next to you the whole time you don’t even notice. How can you missed it? He is huge. No wonder this seat is empty.

“cough- oh hi urm cough- brother in law cough- Urm Thor” You faked a smile but you knew you failed miserably. “Relax y/n, he is a spiteful prick I know, just take it slow perhaps thing might turn out better next time” Thor taking a big gulp again and go for another mug. How long has he been here drinking? You can smell the strong mead from him. Probably from the start of the day you guessed. You have never actually spoken to Thor before, not personally. There are only a few times you on a mission with him to help All-father to retrieve something from other realms. He always seems calm, at least you think he is.

“…” You didn’t say anything more but keep drink. There is nothing to say, you are here to just pass the time till you feel sleepy. The god of thunder knew what you doing and he just drink without saying a word. It’s like he is drinking and accompanying you or you both just doing the same thing, drink till you fall. “He is difficult I know, that’s how we raised to be an Aesir… We get our work done and that’s it.. Heimdall is always tense and no fun, all he know is just guarding the wall, the realm but that’s his job given by the All-father... He is a prick I know but still he is my brother.”

“…” Thor answered like he knows you going to ask why he said all this. He is right, but that doesn’t mean he can be shit to everyone. No one deserve this kind of awful treatment, especially form their spouse. Looking at Thor, you wonder how him and Sif get along? Did they actually fight each other like Heimdall? You want to ask but you drop the idea as you don’t want to cross the line, you are not ready for the god of thunder chasing you and strike you with thunder.

Appreciate the god of thunder trying to ease things up for you, look at him you smile warmly. “Thanks..I will see what can I do” “That’s the spirit, girl” Thor smirk at you with his finger pointing at you and continue drinking his mead.

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The night is long, but you are half drunk and feeling dizzy. Holding on the pillar outside the Black thunder with your whole strength trying not to fall into the muddy puddles. “Woah-! This is a new low look how you walk y/n haha” You beeline walk outside and trying to get back to great lodge. The moment your hand reach for the door, you hesitated to grab the handle. “That piece of shit still in there and hell no im not going to see his face ever again, you short-sighted with no bitches” Your head moving back and forth as you find it hard to stand still, all you can think is that prick who is still inside the room and how his presence is enough to make you throw up. Refusing to go back, you turned your back again and looking around you, perhaps you can just go back to Black Thunder and spent the whole night there, but the air is full of smell of strong mead, don’t think you can find peace to sleep there either. Finally, your eye land on top of the wall. “Ah shit, guess that’s where im going” Slowly you walk toward the platform and cursing on your husband.

Turning the handler, the platform starts rising to the top. You close your eyes and breathe in, the air is getting cold and nice here. You can see the ground is slowly getting farther and smaller, everything seems so insignificant. You sigh again, the day after All-father told you about your marriage, you started to sigh a lot almost every hours. Is your life not hard enough? You as an Aesir who also has duty but not like Thor, Baldur or your husband. You never really went to war and fight; your work is more inside the wall. Look at your both hand you felt confused of the new ability you have, you didn’t even notice it, it was All-father who found out when you trying to get away from the chores Sif going to assign to you when she saw you sitting at the hall having your breakfast. It seems like you did something that changed Sif mind and how the task was passed to the Asgardian. After a few rounds of experiment All-father did with you, you are told you have such ability.

Before you could continue your thought, the platform reached the top of the wall. Sigh again you stepped outside the platform, its much windier here and the cold air is a comfort in time like this when you trying to calm down and rest. You sneezed and held both your hands close to your body. “Rather be cold to dead than going back to get my blanket..” You found a good spot behind a rock that was large enough to hide your whole body. Sitting with both your legs curled up close to your body, in front of you is the view of plains of Ida. The moonlight shining on the grass and the wind makes the grass move in a rhythm make it so peaceful. Time by time you still can hear the cheering sound from black thunder, perhaps the god of thunder is having a drinking competition with others.

“pff-” You start to giggle on the joke Thor told you while you drinking in black thunder. It was nice talking to Thor. Laying your head on the rock beside you, you smile and enjoy the view. Not sure when your eyelid started to feel heavier, and you fell asleep. Before you fell asleep you sure it is safe here, but you failed to notice there is a figure standing at the platform looking at the place you sit. It’s like this person can know someone is there without seeing it physically.

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A Flower has been plucked from the Ghosts ensemble.

Thursday’s Season 3 premiere revealed that someone was indeed “sucked off,” and as Jay put it, it was one of main eight! As Sam and Jay frantically searched the property to find out who had moved on to the great beyond, one by one, the ghosts showed up — all except for Flower. Naturally, Thor was confronted with uncomfortable feelings after the loss of his girlfriend, while the others planned a memorial service for their friend.

Over the CBS comedy’s long hiatus, fans speculated that it would be a basement ghost or side character that went into the light, but “we didn’t want it to be an inconsequential, so to speak, ghost that had no ramifications for the rest of the house,” co-showrunner Joe Port tells TVLine in the below Q&A.

So when Flower’s portrayer, Sheila Carrasco, welcomed a daughter in November 2023, ahead of the start of production on Season 3, Port and co-showrunner Joe Wiseman “decided that we’d make [the best] out of the situation,” which limited the actress’ availability, Wiseman explains.

TVLINE | How did you decide that Flower would be the ghost that got sucked off? JOE WISEMAN | Well, it was a long discussion. Full disclosure, when we did the cliffhanger at the end of Season 2, we didn’t know [who it’d be]. We had leading candidates, and we had sort of like a favorite, what we thought it was going to be. But we sort of had a situation where someone was not going to be available for a little while, and so, we decided should we use that to our advantage, and does it sort of, like, link up with the story? We began talking about it, we began talking down several paths, but ultimately decided that we’d make [the best] out of the situation. JOE PORT | We didn’t want it to be an inconsequential, so to speak, ghost that had no ramifications for the rest of the house. Season 1, it wasn’t really leaned into that Jay would develop the power to see ghosts, but some people read into that when, at the end of Season 1, they fell through the floor, and he hit his head. So we did a nod to that at the beginning of Season 2 that, just for a very short time, he thought he could see ghosts. But because we set this up as a true cliffhanger, we wanted to pay it off and have somebody actually get sucked off, and in terms of Flower, it has huge ramifications for the whole house.

TVLINE | What kind of conversations did you have with Sheila about it and the direction of that storyline and that choice? PORT | We talked to her about it and told her why we thought it was a good idea and what we were planning for down the line. You know, this is a world where we can see people in all different realms, and we’re not saying that this is the last you’ll ever see of Flower. It’s just that she’s the one that we’re losing in this first episode.

TVLINE | We don’t actually see Flower get sucked off. So how certain is it that she actually moved on? PORT | I think there’s going to be all kinds of twists and turns throughout the season, as there always are, and people just have to stay tuned.

TVLINE | Is there a possibility that she got lost somewhere on the property and can’t find her way back? WISEMAN | I would say anything is possible.

TVLINE | If she did actually get sucked off and moved on, is there hope of getting her back to this realm? Or is that seen as like a backwards move for a ghost? PORT | Well, as we saw in the Halloween episode last season, they were able to summon the maid from Hetty’s past and bring her back on Halloween. So there’s a precedent for trying to bring people back. Now, whether that’s a good thing to do or not when someone has achieved what is, ostensibly, all of their stated goals, that’s another discussion that the ghosts may need to have. WISEMAN | And we can say that we will have a Halloween episode this season, even though, obviously, it won’t air on Halloween.

TVLINE | How is Thor coping with her loss, and how are the other ghosts reacting to it? How is it playing into their storylines as the season moves forward? WISEMAN | Thor, obviously, is devastated. We spent Season 2 getting them together and ended it with them finally in a relationship. So, to him, it’s a big loss. But like Joe mentioned earlier, the ghosts getting sucked off and moving on, it’s complicated. It’s what they all want. It is their stated goal. So it’s a little complicated for everyone else. Some people are happy, but you’re also a little jealous, and you’re also a little sad. They’re all already dead, so it’s not really a death, but they are gone. So they all deal with it in different ways. Some of them do get jealous, and Thor, obviously, is sort of very sad. So there’s a range of reactions to her being sucked off.

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So I finally saw Black Panther.....

This being the first movie I see after burying a family member that should not have died is..... a choice. And it hit me HARD during the funeral scene in the beginning: the slow-mo shots of Shuri & Ramonda as they look around hit WAYYY deeper than I was prepared for; like yeah funerals are celebrations of life and as you look around at all these happy-ish people who are celebrating your loved one & yeah it feels nice to be surrounded by love and support but you would rather have your person with you and it just be a regular day. And then as they raised his casket & it stopped for a moment and saluted the crowd..... yeah I was done for. And then it faded straight into the silent, Chadwick-only Marvel logo????? Tears

Do I agree with Ramonda's decision after the bridge situation? No. And her rash, emotions-driven actions ultimately [train horn]

ALSO the fact that nobody believed Okoye after the bridge is weird af. The Elders not believing her bc they weren't there...fine, whatever. But QUEEN RAMONDA not believing her after seeing Namor come out of the water???? And speaking to him???? And hearing him say he had a big ass army (granted he never mentioned they were blue lol)???? Out of character tbh. And that ultimately contributed to [train horn] too

I saw some people saying that the nighttime scenes were too dark. I agree, the scenes on the beach in particular were really hard to see

Namor's little joke to Shuri like "the pressure would kill you almost instantly. Your blood would become poison.......or you could wear a suit. Come on, we have some 😊" *chefs kiss*

Also namor had like two little jokes and they fit in with his humor (from the comics) & his character so well 😭

I love that this movie wasn't overly comedic? Yeah there were jokes (mainly from Riri) but it fit within the context of the movie and the plot & it didn't feel like the script took a detour just to tell a joke where there didn't need to be one (looks at the Thor movies)

I also saw some people say that the slow-mo was a little heavy handed; I also agree. We don't need it every time a waterbomb explodes lol

Namor punching M'Baku into 2135 then going about his business was funny tbh

I would love to rewatch this movie in a crowded theater to hear audience reactions bc the two people next to me were WILD lmao

Somebody in the balcony of my theater yelled "I KNEW IT" when some info was revealed during the mid credit scene

I would've opted to stay with namor immediately. Not only because he's fine as hell, but because I too carry rage everywhere with me & I always have time to burn everything to the ground

Namora was setting little fires with Namor's emotional ass & I loved it

The suits Shuri built look like Sonic/blue Knuckles. That's all I saw 🤷🏾‍♀️

I have a feeling Tenoch has a thing for being on his back at a woman's feet bc this isn't the first time we've seen him like this 👀👀👀

Some people said the CGI was a little dodgy? I agree & it was only dodgy in the deep-dive suit & the ships which is wild bc those types of shots have been done so many times in the MCU?? Why did they struggle with it?

Alex Livinalli is *chefs kiss*

Mabel Cadena? Hot, gorgeous, stunning, amazing, incredible, outstanding, talented, never been done before, we love her

The two white people in this movie were largely unnecessary..... especially that white woman. And I have a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't Ryan's idea to include them 🤷🏾‍♀️

Everyone in this move (except the two white people bc they shouldn't have been there) deserves an Oscar IMMEDIATELY bc they were ACTING THEIR ASSES OFF LIKE RENT WAS DUE

I hate to say it but I forgot Nakia was even in the movie until she popped up 😭😭😭

All in all, this was a 10/10 movie for me I will absolutely be seeing it again (hopefully in a more full theater bc there were like 10 of us in mine) and I will be streaming when it drops on Disney+

#black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther 2 #tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta #queen shuri #letitia wright #namor #namor the sub mariner #danai gurira #lupita nyong'o #alex livinalli #mabel cadena #angela bassett #general okoye

[ravenglassworld]

Psychic shields

Smoke cleansing: smoke cleansing refers to passing yourself or an object through sacred smoke as a means of purification. When burned, certain herbs release a high vibrational energy that is used to purify unwanted, harmful forces—what most people call negative energy. Herbs like sage, cedar, sweet grass, pine, and lavender can be burned, as well as incenses such as frankincense, myrrh, and copal. Simply wave the smoking substance around you and make sure you pass through the smoke. Don't do too much. It's an energetic process, not a physical one, so you don't have to feel like you are asphyxiating. Smudging is considered a closed practice as it is an accident indigenous practice and ritual.

Sea Salt Bath: Similar to smudging, taking a sea salt bath can cleanse the physical body as well as the energy. Put two tablespoons of sea salt or kosher salt in your bath water and soak. Imagine all the stress and harmful energy you have accumulated or taken on from others flowing into the water. Sit in the bathtub as its drains and imagine it flowing down the drain, neutralized by the salt and water. I have a friend who puts a spray bottle of sea salt and water and gives herself a little spritz and sponge bath. The salt neutralizes any harmful energies, and then she just wipes it off. It's a great way to clear yourself if you're on the run and a bath is too time consuming.

Amulet: Symbols and charms have long been lauded for their protective powers. In almost every culture, there is a tradition of wearing or carrying a particular amulet, often blessed by a priest/tess, to confer the powers of divine protection upon the wearer. Take a symbol you find sacred and divine. Find it in a jewelry or pendant form. If you cannot, try drawing the symbol on a piece of paper or wood, and carrying it with you. If you are Christian, use a cross. If you are Wiccan, use a pentacle. Hindu, try the Ohm symbol. There are a variety of symbols, from the Star of David to the Hammer of Thor. Find the one that speaks protection to you. Smudge the amulet and hold it in both hands. Think about protection and infuse your thoughts into the amulet, activating its power to protect in the name of your divinities. Carry the charm with you to receive its protection.

Protection Stone: Like a symbolic amulet, you can carry a stone known for its protective and grounding qualities with you. Most dark colored stones have magical associations with protection. Some of my favorite choices are hematite, smoky quartz, onyx, obsidian, jet, and aragonite. Other stores that are protective include red jasper, amber, citrine, and clear quartz. Like an amulet, cleanse your stone and infuse your intention into it.

Meditation: Meditation is one of the greatest keys to psychic defense. Regular meditation practice leaves you clear, centered, and in a mental place where you can respond to potential threats, rather than unconsciously react to them. It doesn't matter the style or tradition of meditation. Regular practice is the key. You will not get the long term psychic protection benefits of meditation by doing it only once every few weeks. It must be like exercise, done regularly. I suggest at least three times a week. If you can do it daily, so much the better.

Healthy Emotional Boundaries: Emotional boundaries are not the most esoteric form of psychic defense, but one that quite a few people leave out. Sometimes psychic defense—particularly from people who are harmful to us, intentionally or unintentionally—is the ability to say "no" and stick to it. If someone asks you to do something or go somewhere, and you only say yes because you are afraid of being "mean" or "letting them down" but you know its not a good situation for you, you must learn to say no. As an adult, only you define what is acceptable and unacceptable in your life. Draw those boundary lines and stick to them.

Living Your True Will: The best form of psychic self-defense is to live out your true will. What is your divine purpose? Find it! Then actually live it. If you are doing what you are meant to be doing, the universe will support you and very little anyone else does or says will be able to stop you. You true will, or what some call your magical will, is not your destiny. It doesn't happen regardless. This your partnership with the divine. You must choose to fulfill it. But once you choose to be a full, conscious partner with the divine, you will have a divine protection that will help you in all of life's difficult areas.

https://www.llewellyn.com/encyclopedia/term/wicca

#witchcraft #blog post #magic #wicca #smudging

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

All of the criticism of Sylvie can be adressed to Loki in Thor 1/Avengers as well. The difference is that he was written better in those movies than she (and any other character tbh) was in the series.

I mean, Loki is mostly reacting to things in the first movie and he had to improvise quite a lot. He had only planned a little ruse to postpone the coronation but Thor going batshit crazy in Jotunheim and Odin banishing him came out of nowhere, Loki couldn't have possibly planned for those. And things could have worked out pretty well if Sif, the Warriors 3 and Heimdall had trusted him enough to handle the situation.

And in The Avengers there's always this doubt regarding the extent of the effect the Mind Stone had on him, whether or not leaving the sceptre in the tower was a deliberate choice, how much of Loki truly wanted to invade NYC. It's tough to compare anything to this movie because he wasn't himself, not entirely.

The problem with Sylvie is that we know nothing about her life pre-TVA, her plan to destroy them makes no sense and it seems like it's not even a plan (break into the TVA and kill the Time Keepers? That's not a plan, that's a wish), she has supposedly spent years or decades going after them but she knows pretty much nothing about them, her magic could be used to gather intel but she doesn't do that for some reason...

I agree she wasn't written well and she could have been so damn good if she had been handled by someone other than Waldron, but I can't agree that Loki suffers the same in his first two movies. He has motivations, we see people traumatizing him + his reaction to it, he speaks about it, his plans make sense, he uses the powers at his disposal in a logical manner... dunno, I don't think it's the same at all.

[mcsquared789]

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Thor’s Hammer (one-shot)

A one-shot based on the short film. Enjoy!

Old situations… new complications…

"Nothing portentous or poliiiiite," Phil Coulson hummed out of tune to the radio. "Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight... da-da da da, da-da da da…"

It was well past 9, and he was driving through a dark, desolate desert. Having turned on his car's headlights several hours ago, he was only just able to see the highway in front of him as he traversed it — on a sudden unexpected road trip, that would take him from all the way from the coast of Los Angeles to the crash site situated in the heart of New Mexico. Having left this afternoon, he reckoned he was about halfway there: he had only been held up by several state border checks.

The only other sources of light he had seen along the way (since the sun had set) was the spotlights of the roadside sign showing how many more miles he had to go. And if he squinted, he could also make out the hints of the stars in the night sky — of course, shrouded in light pollution. Otherwise, he felt like he was in a void of space, without even a sense of what was up and what was down. How pertinent.

That being said — I do wonder how much more the stars have to show us. Coulson felt a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The possibilities tickled him more than his current reality, which just involved him doing little else but focusing on the road and listening to the radio… although to be fair, it was currently blasting Stephen Sondheim songs.

Not a bad choice if you knew the words to sing along. And he liked Sondheim.

His humming cut off as he checked his fuel gauge, and felt his face sour. It was getting low — not enough to make it, sadly. He would have to stop at a petrol station.

But which one… oh, neat. Roxxon is coming up. He spotted the small, white fluorescent lights of the labelled station on the side of the highway. A floating hub of respite, in a sea of black ink.

Coulson grunted, and started to slow the car while turning off the radio. That couldn't be helped. He checked the rear-view mirror, but there was no traffic whatsoever to speak of. It was only just him coming in — next to the petrol meter.

The car quietly rolled to a stop, and Coulson killed the engine. He opened the tinted door, stepping out onto the cold tarmac. It was freezing here at this time of night, so he shivered and cursed a little as he stepped around and grabbed a fuel pump, stuck it in the gas tank, and pressed the bright yellow button. The indicator started filling up with the exact amount he would soon have to pay.

Coulson's teeth chattered a little, as the wind swept past him. Okay. I'm just going to step inside and give them a hundred dollar bill. Maybe also get a snack or two while I'm at it.

DING DING. The entrance jingled as he opened it. This place was not closed, but clearly open and running — and he knew this as he had seen someone through the glass window at the cash register. A young black-haired woman in her 20s, wearing a tight-fitting flannel shirt. She acknowledged Coulson.

Looking around, he saw snacks lining two small aisles, and drinks in the back freezers. He just turned to her and mumbled, "I'm gonna get something, and then I'll pay." He scratched his nose.

She smiled sweetly, and looked down at her nails.

Coulson squeezed into the left aisle, adjusting his tie. Let's see here… he crouched down to see closer. His eyes were drawn to different packs of donuts — processed and packaged from Little Debbie. 75 cents each. 

Ooh, these are cheap, he thought, pulling out the powdered and the chocolate options. Maybe I don't need to give them that hundred — oh, never mind. His face drooped. I get to SAVE 75 cents. Fantastic.

He looked between them both, mind flipping between which was the better of the two options. Which one would give him the most energy to make the rest of the trip? Which one would send him spiraling into a sugar crash? Did it matter in the end?

DING DING.

He looked up in the corner, peering through one of those convex mirrors that were installed to show a wide overview of the store — useful for identifying potential thieves in action. It showed the front door, as two guys came in and up to the lady at the cash register. Coulson squinted, noticing they had something on them that he couldn't see very well. His vision wasn't that good, but if they were thieves, they probably would have the wherewithal to be a bit more subtle…

CLICK. "Hands up! Don't move!" One of the guys ordered, holding it up. It was a rifle.

Oh shit. Never mind. Coulson slowly put both donuts into his suit, slowly straightening up.

Through the mirror, he saw the girl's jaw drop open as the other guy held up a rifle too. He stammered as he spoke. "St-step away from the counter, or I'll blow your head off!"

She trembled, looking down. Her hands slid up into the air. Coulson clenched his teeth. Ooh, we can't have that now. Can we?

"Who else is here?!" the first guy demanded. "Who owns that car outside?"

Coulson moved over to the other aisle, and turned to face him. He took a deep breath, remembering his training in situations like these... It had been a while since he had pulled himself into something like this; he usually was now behind the wheel, guiding Barton or some other SHIELD agent. But he had faced much more formidable foes than these people.

"I do."

One of the guys swiveled around with his gun. He had a red jacket, a goatee and hints of sweat on his forehead. Coulson thought he looked a little like Tony Stark, pre-Afghanistan.

"But, er…" Coulson halted in his tracks. "It's really more like a lease."

The other guy, who coincidentally looked a little like a blurry snapshot of Bruce Banner — what, with the big nose and the careless under-shave — gestured his elbow at him, his gun still aimed at the lady. "Toss the keys over here. Come on."

"Okay, okay!" Coulson said. He reached into his pocket and brought them out, and threw them. Unfortunately, he saw the other guy catch it with one hand, and stuff it into his jacket.

Okay, maybe more capable than I thought… Coulson contemplated his next option. Maybe I can do something to throw them off. Unnerve them. He started to rummage again in his coat.

"Empty the cash register," the leader demanded of the poor girl. He hurriedly placed a black duffel bag on the table. "Put it all in here. And start filling it with cigarettes, too —"

"Excuse me?" Coulson held up his revolver by the butt-end. "I also have this gun. You'll probably be needing that."

And now, this is the part where I find out whether they have the gall to shoot me or not.

The other guy's face paled when he saw it. They both flipped their rifles at him with astonishing quickness. CLICK! Coulson took a step back, a little jarred — he was well in his 50s. His reflexes weren't so quick anymore.

"PUT IT DOWN!" the leader yelled, his nerves threatening to bulge out of his skull. "DO IT NOW!"

"YEAH, RIGHT NOW!"

Oh, good. They have a conscience. Coulson visibly relaxed.

He held up a hand. "Okay, don't want any trouble. I-it's just that —"

"Toss the piece over here then!" The leader demanded.

"Yeah, that's not a great idea," Coulson winced. "I don't wanna risk the gun accidentally going off."

"… Oh, yeah." The other guy, dumbfounded, nodded at his friend.

"Maybe I could slide it over?" Coulson suggested. He held it away from him. "Then you can grab it safely."

The leader looked to the other guy, bewildered. Then he glared suspiciously at Coulson, his finger pressed on the trigger. Wondering whether to trust him or not. Part of Coulson wondered if he had played his hand too early… but on the other hand, it was also increasing the pressure for them on getting this done.

They were already committed. It was too late to back out now.

"Yes…" the leader hissed. "Slide it over to my feet. Don't try anything funny — you shoot, we start shooting too."

"Of course," Coulson reassured, eyes widening. "Maybe I should just unload the bullets from it, then?"

"No!" the leader growled. "DO WHAT I SAY —"

"Okay," Coulson said slowly. "I'm just gonna move over to this aisle." He pointed at it with his other hand.

He sidestepped to the left. The leader followed his steps, the rifle still trained on him.

Good, good. Now… I wait for the right moment.

"Okay," he looked down the aisle at the leader, facing him. "I'm about bend down and slide this to you… the barrel will be facing me. Is that okay?"

The leader silently nodded, sweating.

Coulson crouched down, placing the gun on the floor. With a hand, he slid it across — and it scraped along the concrete floor.

The leader bent downward to get it. And Coulson's eyes gleamed.

This is my chance.

He looked at the objects in the aisle next to him… and he settled on a sufficient distraction. A medium sized bag of all purpose flour. It looked light enough to throw. Good enough to blind someone.

He grabbed it. WHOOP. Launching himself up, turning to face the other guy — he threw the flour directly at his face.

It was a straight shot — and he was too slow to miss it. POOF. It knocked the side of his face, releasing a cloud of white powdery grain that ended up all over his clothes and his skin. He was covered in all the stuff, and the gun dropped from his hands as his arms instinctively reached towards his face.

Coulson raced towards the leader at once, still picking up the gun. No hesitation. The leader scrambled up, lifting his rifle to fire — and he could already see it locked and loaded, but —

Coulson lifted a feet off a shelf, teetering it as he rose high over the leader. He heard a BANG as the rifle went off — but he was well above it. His shin was aimed downward at the leader's knee.

WHAP. He bent the guy's knee inward, causing him to lose his balance. As Coulson landed nimbly on the ground, he could see the point of impact where the bullet had struck the ground. But his eyes turned to the nearest threat towards him, still dusted in flour and reeling — the henchman. The other guy.

He swooped down and snatched the rifle out of his hands, pulling him forward in the process. Twisting it around in his arms, he struck the bluntend over his head, knocking him down. BAM.

Then — with the leader, clawing up — Coulson struck at his arms, making him lose his own grip on the rifle. It clattered out of his hands to the floor.

He stared up at Coulson, completely shellshocked.

"I hope it was worth it," Coulson muttered disapprovingly.

WHAP. The leader crumpled to the ground, struck unconscious by blunt trauma.

Coulson unloaded the bullets from the rifle, and threw it down to the ground. He did the same with the other — and then, grabbed his own revolver and put it back in his coat. Situation sorted.

He looked around. Both men were on the ground, one of them coated in flour. There was a giant bullet hole where the rifle had made its impact, and a wobbling shelf on the brink of falling in the left aisle — but overall, he felt that it went as well as it possibly could have gone. He had handled it the best he could.

He turned to the counter. The cash register lady was gaping at him, her hands still raised. He just shrugged and went up to her.

"Sorry for the mess," he panted. It had been a while since he had been active. He was still catching his breath.

The lady didn't move or say anything.

Right.

Coulson rummaged in his coat again, and took a deep breath as he brought out both packs of donuts. He placed them on the counter, along with the hundred dollar bill.

"Um… I couldn't decide," he said. He cheekily grinned.

The lady looked down at the bill, baffled.

"Keep the change," Coulson added. "That should be enough to cover these, the petrol, the damages to the place. I think that's about everything."

He was about to move away — but the lady piped up, lowering her hands. "Wait! What should I tell the police?"

"Hm?"

"I-If you are not a policeman…" the lady trailed off. Her voice was quiet, as if she was unsure.

"Tell them I'm not," Coulson answered, with a hint of caution. "I'm more associated with military. And I normally don't actively choose to get involved, but I just happened to be here at the right time."

The lady gulped. "I guess I got lucky."

"Yeah…" Honestly, I wish we could see these things coming more often so we can prevent them. I did hear Fury had some ideas on how to proceed with that, but… right now, he's prioritizing the initiative first.

"Look, er — you have a pen and a post-it?" Coulson grabbed the marker she gave him, and wrote down a phone number. "Tell them to call me tomorrow afternoon, when I'm less busy. I probably won't be able to take their call before then."

"Um, okay. Anything else?"

"I'll just say…" Coulson hesitated. "The training tapes from back when I was actually in the CIA really paid off." His smile returned.

DING DING.

Coulson returned out into the cold, and inspected his car. Thankfully the would-be thieves hadn't dented it or damaged the paintwork. It appeared relatively untouched.

He checked the meter, and when it started clicking — he pulled the gas pump out of the car. He hopped back inside and switched on the engine, and the dashboard lit up before him. The radio turned on automatically, now playing a lesser known Sondheim song he didn't recognize.

He sat in the driver's seat, thinking. That had really just happened — and almost as if I went into survival mode, I managed to knock out the both of them.

Huh.

I guess this is something like what Clint must have felt like when he was in Budapest, he reckoned, tapping his fingers on the wheel. Except I wasn't actively killing people for a living.

Everything seems somehow so normal and so bizarre at the same time — I am part of a government organization that is currently looking into some of the craziest things imaginable, all to support Fury's plan of bringing together a team of superheroes. A Russian ex-assassin. A mutating green monster. A… a 70-year old American super-soldier, possibly somehow currently trapped in the ice of the Arctic.

And… he leaned back, vividly remembering the image of the satellite he had received when his team had discovered it earlier this month… a giant, engraved stone hammer — emitting cosmological radiation dating back to the Big Bang.

If possible, if it somehow can be believed… he shook his head. A god. An alien. A — he had to stop himself from dissociating. He shook his head. Never mind. I'll find out when I get there.

In comparison, a burglary in a gas station in the middle of nowhere sounds like nothing. To any normal person, a traumatic event. To me — a farce, really.

But… Coulson straightened up, and started to navigate his way out of the station. This is what we now do. We have to think bigger — we have to solve problems as they come, stop potential threats as they appear. After being in this line of exposure, after having seen what the universe has to offer…

We always need to be ready for what comes next. Whether it is big, or small… or unfathomably preposterous.

And also — I need sustenance, he realized, his stomach rumbling. He pulled out the chocolate donuts and ripped them open, taking one and biting straight into it.

"Oh," he moaned, feeling fireworks go off in his mouth. "These are so good. I'm going to savor these."

He turned the radio up, and then the car heater. Soon, he was speeding down the motorway into the night, following the signs that would take him to New Mexico. To the next problem, this new situation they had to wrestle with.

But only time would tell whether it was for good or for bad.

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[handsome-jacks-left-eye]

So, life's been hectic, but rest assured, I will still be coming to you all with blog posts, tips and tricks and guides now thay things have calmed down. So.. To ease back into this, let's talk about the Borderlands movie.

Now, I will preface this saying thay I am extremely biased in my opinions. I have been playing Borderlands since the very first game came out. I've played every game god knows how many times, and have dedicated too much of my time into the franchise. So before I begin, I want to state, that these are merely my opinions. If you loved the trailer and are excited for the movie, then awesome! I won't take that away from you. So that being said, let's get into it.

So the Borderlands movie trailer just dropped.. and theres.. well, there's a lot of issues. So let's talk the first big thing: the casting.

Now this is no disrespect to the actors themselves. I think all the actors in this movie are AMAZING actors, however, I don't think they're the right choices for the characters that they are playing. The first one I'm gonna talk about is Claptrap. Now I LOVE Jack Black. I've seen nearly all his movies, I love his band, and I think he's the perfect choice for comedic based movies and characters.. however the biggest thing about Claptrap isn't just the comedy, it's the *voice*. Claptrap doesn't *sound* like Claptrap.. he sounds like Jack Black. Similar to the Chris Pratt/Super Mario situation.. the voice wasn't the character, it was just the actor. That being said, I don't doubt that Jack Black can portray Claptrap in the best comedic manner that our favorite robot deserves, I just don't feel his voice fits the character. I feel with the budget they spent on actors, they could have simply hired Claptraps *actual* voice actor.

The next casting choice I want to talk about is Kevin Hart. I love Kevin Hart, but similar to Jack Black, Kevin Hart is a more comedic actor. He's a comedian. Roland, as we all know, is a stoic man, very close to the chest, hides his emotions. I don't think that's Kevin Hart.

Kevin Hart is perfect for comedic rolls, for snarky, back talking characters. That just.. isn't Roland. Given the way the trailer has portrayed him thus far, it seems their taking a more comedic route with Roland, which just takes away the original allure of his character.

Now Jamie Lee Curtis.. one main issue I have, is that her portrayal make Tannis a lot older than she actually is. Tannis ranges from 20s-40s throughout the timeline of the game, and given that this movie is supposedly taking place before any vaults are open, that would put Tannis in her mid to late 20s. There's also the fact, that Tannis is canonically autistic, and has very little super expressive emotion, and tends to be very blunt and to the point. Now while I'm sure Jamie Lee Curtis can pull that off, i just.. don't think she was the right choice.

Finally, Cate Blanchett. Cate Blanchett is versatile. I love her, from her role in Thor Ragnarok, to LOTR and Oceans 8. Action is Cate Blanchetts thing.. but is she *Lilith*.. Possibly. I have no doubt Catr Blanchett could pull off an AMAZING Lilith, but this choice is going to depend solely on the writers and directors of the movie, and how they want her to play Lilith. This choice is iffy, but we'll see.

Now I can't say much on the other actors as I personally have not heard of any of them, so, there's not much I can say about it. What I can speak on, however, is the costume design.

Now if you have any presence on Twitter (or X), or anywhere where Borderlands is widely spoken about, you may have seen the biggest costume design complaint.. Kriegs mask. Keeping in mind the $100 million budget of the film, which is about the average for films, this costume design is atrocious.

Kriegs mask looks like a cheap piece of plastic given out for pre-order release of Borderlands 3. It looks like something any amateur cosplayer could have made with spare supplies they found in their closet. It's.. Bad..

Now, while Kriegs mask is *my* biggest pet peeve costume design wise, let's about other issues. Liliths hair. Normally, when you wear wigs in film, you try to make it not obvious that it's a wig. Well Liliths wig.. it doesn't look real. It is so clearly a wig, and it looks so unnatural on her. Now yes, Liliths hair has always had that unnatural natural swoop, however the could've simply went with her Borderlands 1 look, where she didn't have that swoop. The rest of her outfit is.. ok. It's not terrible, but it could've been better.

Now Tannis' outfit is.. well, it's an outfit. It doesn't scream "Tannis", but I can't say it's entirely.. bad. I can't quote explain what it is, but something about it just seems off.

The same goes for Tina's outfit. It's not terrible, but there's just something missing. Something that would make it scream "Tiny Tina". As for Roland, I have no complaints there. It's kind of hard to mess up an outfit such as Roland.

Ok, let's talk about the trailer itself now. It's a trailer alright. The first major thing that I noticed, is Liliths lack of tattoos. You know, the major thing about her, her siren abilities. Now, this isn't to say she *doesn't* have siren abilities, as we do see the sign of the firehawk at one point in the trailer.. however, the trailer doesn't showcase her abilities, and every view we get of her arm, we can see there's no tattoos. Seeing as how the movie descriptions online label her as an "infamous outlaw", instead of as a siren or "infamous siren outlaw", it's leading me to believe that she simply.. isn't a siren. Which is a major part of her character. Hell, Sirens are a major part of the overall Borderlands franchise.

So Liliths lack of Siren abilities aside, the trailer overall failed to me as a movie trailer. Trailers, be they for movies or games, to me, should be able to accomplish at the bare minimum two things. One, give the audience a decent overall understanding of what exactly the movie is going to be about.. and two, give you a introduction to the main characters. This trailer failed in both of those.

Over the course of the trailer, we see a lot of action, a lot of familiar faces, and plenty of Borderlands famous raunchy toilet humor. Yet the only thing we really get story wise, is what Lilith says at the beginning, about finding a vault. We get all sorts of characters thrown at our face, and a look at this new Atlas CEO(?) but.. that's about it. Now anyone who's ever played Borderlands knows that it's always about finding a Vault, so.. why can't they give us just a little bit more. From what I've gathered, this movie is about finding the first vault, or at least, the first vault the main group has been able to find.

Which leads me to my next point.. the characters. Now not only did the trailer seem to focus mainly on introducing Roland, Lilith and Claptrap, it seems to majorly ignore the fact that Tima, Krieg and Tannis are the main cast as well. Leading me to another point.. why exactly are Tiny Tina and Krieg in this film? Going off of original lore, which this movie clearly does not care about, it makes zero sense as to why Tina and Krieg would known Roland and Lilith by now. On top of this, where are Mordecai and Brick? They aren't in the trailer, and they aren't in the casting list. On top of this, if we *are* going to bring in Borderlands 2 vault hunters, why is it *only* Krieg? Yes, Krieg is a big fan favorite, but so are Zer0 and Maya, two characters which arguably had more of an effect on the stories than Krieg did.

Another thing that made the trailer just feel bad, was that it felt.. cheap. From the clearly lacking costumes, to the props that look like five minute craft DIY projects, it's clear that a majority of this films budget went towards its casting and CGI for creatures I feel we won't even see that much.

While I could go on for hours about everything my Borderlands perfectionist mind sees wrong with this trailer, I don't want this post to be too long. So, I'll leave it at this.. Will I be seeing this movie? Absolutely. However, I'll be going into it with the same expectations I went into other game based movies with, like Warcraft and Assassins Creed.. hell, even Slenderman. Expecting to be disappointed. That said, if you haven't seen the trailer yourself, I'll leave the link to it. Disagree with me? Awesome! I'd love to hear your take on it, get some new perspectives as to how you all feel about the movie. Again, this is all my opinion, and who knows? Maybe I'm being too harsh.. maybe this movie will end up being amazing! Only time will tell.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

The Promise Of A King Pt. 4

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff I guess

Summary: When your parents surprise you with the news that you are going to marry one of Asgard's princes you're not exactly thrilled. It's not made any better by said prince giving you the cold shoulder from the very moment you arrive. Now, not only do you have to worry about acclimating to an unfamiliar place but you must do so while preparing to marry someone who seems to absolutely detest you before you've said five words to him. You know you're duty-bound but why does it have to be so difficult?

***

A knock on your room door interrupts your conversation with Lily, Anne, and Ella as they get you ready for dinner.

"Lily dear can you get the door?" You ask her as Anne is still doing your hair and Ella is lacing your gown.

"Of course." She nods, clasping your necklace and going over to the door. She peaks her head out and after a moment turns back to you. "It's prince Thor." She tells you.

"Let him in, let him in." You say to her with a gesture.

"Come in your highness." Lily says opening the door all the way for him to walk in.

"Hi Thor! To what do I owe the pleasure?" You ask with a smile. Lily closes the door to your room and walks over to help the others who have started cleaning up from the getting ready process.

"I heard you had quite the conversation with my brother this afternoon." Thor muses.

"Heard from who?" You ask glancing at your maids who all shake their heads.

"I told you to be careful with him, and instead you gave him a verbal lashing like he's never heard." Thor says placing his hands on your shoulders. As hard as he tries to hide it, the amusement on his face is clear even though he was trying to scold you.

"I wasn't planning to!" You launch your defense.

"No?" He quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Girls, do you mind giving us a moment please?" You turn to your maids.

"Of course." Lily nods and the three of them scurry out of the room quickly.

"Why did you dismiss them?" Thor chuckles.

"The girls are sweet but I wouldn't want to put them in an awkward situation where they're listening to me badmouth their crown prince." You explain to him.

"Alright, so if you didn't mean to start an argument with Loki what happened?"

"Well I had wanted to talk to him and come to some sort of understanding but he's just- he's so aggravating!" You huff.

"I thought we agreed you weren't going to let him get to you."

"I know I know it's just- I was trying to like- I don't know maybe form a truce but he got it in his head that I was trying to get him to like me? Like me?! As if I'd care about getting him to like me. Any chance of me wanting that died the moment I arrived here and he rudely dismissed me. Which was apparently not the last time I'd receive a harsh reaction while here. I mean the people fucking hate me and he thinks I'd waste my time begging for his approval, please." You scoff, pacing back and forth as you rant.

"Wait a second, wait, a, second. The people? They don't hate you. At least I don't think that they do. Why would you think that?" Thor stops your moving to look at you sincerely.

"Hate may be a strong word choice but they certainly don't want me anywhere near the prince, or the throne." You sigh.

"Where is this coming from?" He frowns.

"Several people I spoke to at that damn ball. I mean- one woman even said she couldn't understand why the king and queen would want an outsider on the throne. An outsider. I know I'm not from Asgard but that is so alienating Thor. Nobody wants me here." Your shoulders drop as you speak.

"That's not true y/n." Thor says.

"Don't misunderstand Thor, I know I have your support and it has been more important to me than you could ever know but you aren't the person I have to meet at the other end of an aisle. It isn't you that I'll be bound to for the rest of my life so- as much as I appreciate your support, Loki's support- or rather lack thereof is what will sway people and make no mistake they noticed the lack." You tell him softly.

"It's only been barely a month y/n. You can win the people over. In fact, you will. I'm sure of it. You have the support of me and the king and the queen. As for Loki, well he's a bit unpredictable but I have reason to believe you've already started to win him over." Thor says.

"Do you know something you'd like to share?" You watch him curiously as he struggles to hide a smile.

"Where's the fun in telling you all of my secrets?" Thor responds.

"I'm not asking for all of your secrets, just a bone. I'm far from home in a kingdom where most of the people don't want me here- be nice to me." You pout.

"Like I've told you a dozen times, Loki can be pretty unpredictable, but given his response to your little conversation I have it in good faith that he's going to come around." Thor says vaguely.

"His response?" Your brows furrow in confusion.

"I mean he wouldn't tell me the details of what you said and it wasn't some dramatic heart to heart but I've learned to read Loki and I think you're in the green."

"To summarize I told him I wasn't here to fall in love with him and I don't care about us being friends or anything but he was going to stop being an asshole to me because whatever his issues are with the whole situation they aren't my fault and I wasn't going to just let him take it out on me." You shrug.

"Wow- I don't think anyone's ever spoken to him like that besides our mother. How did he react to that?" Thor frowns.

"Well the conversation went back and forth a bit but eventually I told him to stop being an asshole and I left to meet my girls in the gardens because- well you saw them leave to give us privacy and I didn't want to keep them waiting longer trying talk Loki into treating me with any level kindness. I shouldn't have to convince him that I deserve it." You say.

"So- you're not going to let him bother you anymore, right?"

"I've already said my piece. If he takes it to heart great, if he doesn't I have other things I have to accomplish while I'm here. I have a whole kingdom to win over and I'll do it even without his help. Somehow."

"That's the spirit sis. Now, you're ready for dinner right? This conversation has led straight into dinner time so, we should go so we're not keeping our family waiting." Thor suggests.

"Yes of course, let's go." You say letting Thor lead you out of your bedroom. The two of you walk to the dining hall and you deliberately take a seat next to Thor. You've always sat next to Loki for meals despite his coldness, but after your conversation this afternoon and Thor's encouragement you're not going to worry about him anymore. Loki glances at you with a look you can't read, but you've never been able to tell what he's thinking anyway. For most of dinner, Thor and King Odin talk to each other with Queen Frigga joining at times. You mostly listen, content with eating your food and observing the conversation. You try not to pay too much attention to it but you notice Loki's eyes on you for majority of the meal. He doesn't speak, he never does, but unlike usual he watches you intently through most of the meal.

"Lady y/n." Queen Frigga says to you eventually.

"Yes your majesty?" You turn to her.

"How are you adjusting to Asgard? Any complaints we should know about?"

"None so far. Thor has been helpful every step of the way." You smile.

"I'm glad to hear it. After dinner, do you have a moment to chat? I feel it's time I get to know you better."

"Of course your highness." You nod. Loki takes that moment to leave and you find yourself relaxing after he leaves the table. When the rest of you finish your plates you follow the queen to her chambers as she instructed.

"So, y/n, you say you've been adjusting well so far?" Queen Frigga asks as a way to begin your conversation.

"Yes I have. Like I- said at dinner Thor has been a big help with everything." You nod.

"And what of Loki?" She asks.

"What about him?" You tilt your head and she chuckles.

"I take it you haven't made much progress with him then?"

"I haven't tried to make any progress." You shrug.

"You haven't tried?"

"He's the prince, if he doesn't want to speak to me what can I possibly do about that?"

"You think he doesn't want to speak to you?"

"With all due respect your majesty, I'm sure you've seen the way he dismisses me. How can you think he wants to speak to me?"

"Loki is a curious one isn't he?"

"Curious doesn't begin to explain it." You muse causing the queen to laugh again.

"Yes I suppose you're right about that. I know he can be quite difficult to read." She hums.

"Your majesty, can I ask you something?"

"Of course dear."

"Do you think there's any chance that prince Loki and I- will get anywhere really?" You ask her quietly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, he doesn't talk to me, barely looks at me. Thor and I have become great friends, I mean he's so kind to me and it's been more helpful than you know but- I'm supposed to marry Loki and, we know nothing about each other. He seems to hate me your majesty and I can't- well, first of all, I will not beg for his approval but I'm just wondering if you think our union could be a less unpleasant one than it's been thus far." The queen hums as she seems to consider an answer.

"Do you like Loki?" She asks after a moment.

"I don't know your majesty. He seems, contentious but how can you like or dislike someone you know nearly nothing about?"

"Contentious?"

"We've had one conversation where I tried to extend an olive branch and he's so far up his own- I mean, I'm sorry your majesty that was rude, but it's just he seems to think blaming me for his miserable disposition is the way to go and it's frustrating."

"I think you and Loki are going to have more than a 'less unpleasant' union."

"Do you?"

"It may seem unlikely to you now, and I know this is an arranged marriage but knowing my son the way I do, I have, hope." She says.

"Hope."

"I know it's discouraging, know that I will never advise that you beg for anything from Loki, not kindness, not respect, not honesty, those are things you deserve without jumping through hoops and if Loki makes no effort to change I will see to it that this wedding is called off just say the word."

"Your majesty." You gasp.

"I mean it. I knew my son could be cold but I will not allow him to mistreat you. I want to ask that you give him a chance but not at the expense of yourself. If you marry him you'll have enough sacrifices to make as a monarch, your happiness in your marriage should not be one. It's a hard job and if you take it, you may not be in love but your spouse should be a confidant at the very least. I have hope, that you two can be a great match and do brilliant things but I won't allow you, either of you, to suffer for the rest of your lives. You will not walk down that aisle until you can say with certainty that you see even a shred of happiness in a future with Loki. Do you understand me?"

"I thought we were to be married by the end of summer?" You frown.

"I don't care. If you are to be married at all he needs to first prove he's a worthy husband and from the sound of it he's not even close." Queen Frigga's eyes are fierce as she talks. You're not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that she's given you an out to this wedding.

"I'm not sure Loki wants to prove that." You whisper.

"Maybe not. From watching you at the ball I already believe you would be amazing as princess, and even as queen if it came to that and Loki could use that but I won't allow him to marry you if he can't be a good husband to you."

"He doesn't want to marry me your majesty."

"Will you do me a favor y/n?"

"Anything your majesty."

"I have a plan, which I will give you the details of once it's time, all I ask is that you trust me."

"A plan?" You frown.

"A plan, that's all you need to know for now. Can you trust me?"

"Of course your majesty."

"Brilliant. Enjoy the rest of your evening. I'll update you when necessary." Queen Frigga stands and you follow her lead.

"Have a good night your majesty." You say with a curtsey before leaving the room. You frown as you walk towards your room, the queen's eyes glinted with mischief as she spoke of her mystery plan and you wonder what in all the nine realms she thinks is going to do you and Loki any good.

***

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[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #298: DISASTER!!!

December, 1988

EDWIN JARVIS -- the last Avenger?!

WELL SOMEBODY HAS TO CARRY THIS BOOK.

Fuckin’ Thor.

Oh, I should contextualize that.

Last times in Avengers: Dr Druid, under the influence of Nebula Kang (who is later revealed to be Ravonna pretending to be Nebula pretending to be Kang. For some reason), manipulated events to get rid of Captain Monica Marvel and become chairman of the Avengers.

After a brief attempt to kill Thor with a dinobot, Druid and Nebula Kang managed to put Thor, She-Hulk, and Black Knight under mind control, so Nebula Kang could use them to get into a time bubble in time and find some big weapon that the Kang Klubhouse wanted.

Some Kangs interfere, breaking the Avengers out of mind-control. The Avengers fight Nebula Kang and Dr Druid, leading to the two to get sucked into a time hole. Like a plot hold, but in time. The Avengers go home and She-Hulk quits in shame for what she did under mind control. Thor decides this is a good a time as any to just totally dissolve the team and takes off with Black Knight to go do Asgard stuff.

Leading to an awkward situation where there’s an Avengers book but no Avengers.

DISASTER!!! about sums it up. It being Walt Simonson’s run on this book.

HEY OOOOOH!

That’s not nice but I don’t have to be nice.

His Thor work is still a contender for best run the character has ever had but his Avengers work... eugh.

And since I don’t have to be nice...

Its funny that the Mets win right as Inferno is getting into full swing. Hell may not have frozen over but New York is certainly going to something quite like Hell!

So an Avengers book without any Avengers means that its Jarvis’ time to shine again.

Just like how we washed out the bad taste of Avengers #200 with a fun Jarvis back-up story the following issue.

If you don’t recall, Jarvis fought a bully of the neighborhood who had damaged his mom’s groceries.

Speaking of Jarvis’ mom...

She’s amazing.

Ma Jarvis needs her stories.

And her stories are: wrestling and General Hospital.

The television stops working on top of the air conditioning not working. And when she tries to call someone about it, it turns out the phones aren’t working!

Mrs. Jarvis: “#@%*!!! The phone line’s dead! What the #%@!! is this? A @#!!* conspiracy?!”

Jarvis offers to assist and Ma Jarvis must be in a bad mood because she eviscerates him. Not literally but she says some hurtful things that would be hurtful if Jarvis didn’t take it all in good humor.

She points out that A) he kept wearing his eyepatch long after his injuries from Avengers Under Siege healed. And B) He’s unemployed because the Avengers folded. And C) the Avengers never bothered to teach him anything useful like television repair.

Now to be fair to Jarvis.

A) He probably just wanted to look as cool as he is. I say let Jarvis wear an eyepatch.

B) Yeah, jerk move of the Avengers to just disband on a dime like that. But he at least has a nice pension from them that’s supporting Jarvis and his mom.

and C) “They taught me self-reliance... and the true value of teamwork.”

She’s so grumpy!

Granted. No air conditioning and no tv makes Ma Jarvis something something.

Jarvis walks down the street and goes into the first reputable television repair shop that he sees.

Unfortunately, there’s an epidemic of television malfunctions today (probably because of Inferno) so all of the television repair guys are working overtime and haven’t found the problem yet.

Repair shop guy: “I dunno what’s goin’ on around here! Me? I’m thinkin’ maybe New York is finally headin’ into the toilet!”

Jarvis: “Colorfully colloquial but unfortunately, an apt choice of phrase. Mother will simply have to forego her afternoon’s entertainment. A daunting prospect.

So daunting that Jarvis decides not to go right home. He decides to take a trip to the Metropolitan Museum to “refresh my eyes and rekindle my flagging spirit.”

He is a man of culture.

But the subway train he’s on suddenly stalls, like the power has gone out.

With his people skills, Jarvis takes charge of the group of passengers and directs them out of the train.

I don’t know if you’re supposed to immediately leave a stalled train, honestly. Maybe Jarvis is actually pulling a boner here.

If you’re not supposed to leave a train during an apparent power outage, he definitely kinda gets someone killed.

A businessman type with a briefcase accidentally drops his briefcase on the third rail and since its full of merger information, he immediately grabs it and gets electrocuted.

The train is stopped but the third rail is still active oh geez.

Now everyone is panicking and one guy tries to run off in a panic but Jarvis trips him. Another tough looking guy takes issue with Jarvis taking charge.

Tough looking guy: “Back off, fancy pants! I’m gettin’ outta here and nobody’s stoppin’ me! Not even some guy in a silly lookin’ hat!”

Jarvis: “This hardly seems the place to indulge in sartorial criticism, sir. Rather, seeking a rational solution to our mutual problem would be more beneficial! Brace up, everyone! The walk will not kill you but the panic may. Single file, keep in the center of the track! If you drop something, leave it! Follow me, now! Carefully!”

He leads the group through the tunnel until he finds an emergency exit and then leads them back up to the street.

Once again the day is saved by Jarvis.

He even gets kissed for being such a hero, by the lady he had saved from tumbling out of the train.

Said lady Glory Garsen seems really interested in spending more time with him. Really interested. Blatantly interested.

But Jarvis excuses himself for a pressing appointment. A pressing appointment that he doesn’t have because he’s just going to the museum to relax.

Not really sure what to make of the exchange.

Also, I’m not sure how old Jarvis is supposed to be and how old Glory is supposed to be.

Jarvis later dates Aunt May for a while. And he supposedly fought in World War II by lying about his age. And its the late 80s now. But also, he doesn’t ever seem to age, because he’s around a bunch of other people who don’t ever really seem to age.

Point being, I’m pretty sure there is a significant age gap here.

Anyway anyway, after excusing himself from her advances, Jarvis finds to his disappointment that the museum is closed. Physically closed. The doors slammed shut and nobody can get them open. The Fire Department is trying to break the doors down but haven’t had much progress with it.

Jarvis reflects that this doesn’t seem to be his day and muses about purchasing a gift for his mom.

Jarvis: “I wonder where I could purchase a pair of wrestling trunks?”

Geez, she’s really into wrestling, huh? Wait, would the trunks be for her to wear? Does she herself wrestle?

Hell yeah, Mrs. Jarvis.

Instead of shopping, Jarvis decides to visit the “cinema” for he has not had the time to go in years!

God damn, the Avengers, force this man to take more days off.

Wait, you’ve disbanded. Uh... enjoy your retirement, Jarvis!

Anyway, he heads to the Daily Bugle building in hopes that he can find a schedule of the local theaters but chances into another heroic moment.

Some bricks fall off some scaffolding, right towards a mother and her child.

Jarvis shouts a warning but then clumsy, normal photographer Peter Parker accidentally trips, grabs Jarvis’ arm, and pushes it so that his umbrella deflects all the bricks. Accidentally.

But Jarvis is not one to hold a grudge, especially since the totally accidental inadvertent assistance helped save the two bystanders from getting severely bonked.

Normal guy Peter Parker walks off but since Jarvis is looking to take in a movie at the local cinema, Peter suggests Roger Rabbit because “his wife’s a knockout!”

(Quickly checking and yup, Who Framed Roger Rabbit did come out the same year this issue did. That’s fun.)

Peter’s suggestion is one Jarvis can only agree with, after the movie is over.

Jarvis: “That young man was right! Roger Rabbit’s wife! My goodness! Such... ample... drawing!”

Jarvis, you horn dog.

He decides to phone home and tell his mom when he thinks he’ll be coming home, accounting for walking time because he has a bad feeling about getting back on the subway again.

But there’s already a line at the phone and it seems the phone isn’t even working! The cigar chomping guy at the phone complaining that nothing has worked right since AT&T was busted up.

(That’s another time stamp for the issue. That would have been about four years ago at the time of this issue. We’re learning stuff today.)

Anyway, the phone apparently takes offense to cigar guy’s abuse and lassos his neck with its receiver.

This is why people prefer cordless phones!

I love how unfazed Jarvis is by this. He just saw Roger Rabbit and that gives him the context to decide that things are just acting like cartoons today. So he’ll just follow cartoon logic.

Since Inferno seems not to be in full swing, that makes him one of the earlier people to realize that wacky demon stuff is just like cartoons.

So he just puts more money into the phone until the receiver lets go of the guy and jumps back in its cradle.

Because, why not!

Anyway, Jarvis isn’t fazed by all this nonsense but he also knows its not just another typical day. Since the Avengers are disbanded - THANKS, Thor - Jarvis decides to place a call to someone else.

He stretches the cord as far as it will go so the phone can’t attempt to strangle him. But when he dials the number, the phone insists he needs to insert $429.45 to complete the call.

Jarvis: “I see. Well, my technological friend, two can play at this game! Complete this call and I shall feed you all the change I possess! Frustrate that effort and I shall return momentarily with bolt cutters... and sever your receiver! You’ll never eat in this town again!”

Phone: “Click.... bzzzzzzzt... ring... ring... ring...”

Jarvis: “Ahh.”

He freaked that phone.

Later, a mysterious man enters a mysterious base in Brooklyn, mysteriously.

Look, this isn’t too much of a mystery.

Its a guy that Jarvis knows and Jarvis trusts. And its a guy carrying a circular object that can block lasers.

It’s the Captain America.

The whole point of slowly breaking Roger Stern’s Avengers roster was to put Steve Rogers back in charge the way nature intended.

Its definitely not the new Captain America. Why would Jarvis have his phone number?

Anyway. Jarvis doesn’t know what’s going on with the Captain America’s life so he keeps the message vague. Something is weird in Manhattan and people haven’t realized it yet. He requests this mysterious Steve Rogers shaped stranger meet him at the Brooklyn Bridge so Jarvis can Explain It All.

And the Captain America gets a firsthand experience with how screwy things are getting when one of the computers in his secret base starts moving around and shooting lasers at him.

Not things that computer was designed to do.

The Captain America throws his mighty shield and that right there is evidence this is Steve Rogers because that computer sure does yield. By exploding.

Mysterious guy: “I wonder if this isn’t precisely the sort of thing Jarvis was calling about. I think I’d better make that rendezvous and fast!”

Meanwhile, Jarvis chilling by the bridge.

When he hears an EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! and calls for help oh help.

And its Glory Garsen!

The woman from the subway who kissed Jarvis!

Small world!

She’s also stuck between two cars despite two beefy looking dudes’ best efforts. Because the small world is also a malevolent world.

Jarvis applies some more cartoon logic and gives one of the cars a good poke in the eye - or headlight, rather - and it pulls away.

Burly guy: “You did it! But... I don’t believe it! It backed off! All by itself!”

Jarvis: “Injury to the eye motif, my good man! Even the strongest willed individual will shy away from a pointed stick!”

That’s such a particular phrasing “injury to the eye motif.” Jarvis, have you been reading Fredrick Wertham’s book?

I saw that particular phrasing in Cerebus too but the arc in question came out later than this issue.

Imagining Jarvis reading either “Seduction of the Innocent” or Cerebus the Aardvark honestly floors me. But he did partake in a Who Framed Roger Rabbit that he really enjoyed so maybe I shouldn’t guess his interests.

Anyway.

Glory Garsen admits that it isn’t a small world. She’s been stalking Jarvis.

She’s damn tired of being single and she’s not letting a good guy walk away just because he’s shy.

Oh so it was shyness? Sure.

Look, even if the dating scene sucks, you shouldn’t stalk handsome butler types.

Then the day gets weirder.

A giant robot? man comes VARROM VARROOUMing down the road and tries to knock Jarvis’ block off.

Hey, its the guy from the cover. Except much greener.

And he THROWS A CAR AT JARVIS!

Yeesh. This guy must be evil. Hating Jarvis like that. For shame.

When Jarvis dodges the car, the robot dude grabs him and starts squeezing him TO DEATH!

Well, not to death yet but he’s trying.

But Jarvis SPAKTs the guy in the non-broken eye and the robot rears back and goes “WHEEEAAAPP! BEEEEEAP!” in distress.

But it doesn’t drop him and its clutching him so tight that he passes out.

BUT THEN!

BUT THEN!!

Someone mysterious throws a disc-shaped object and when the mysterious someone throws a disc-shaped object, the robot guy has to yield Jarvis to the ground.

C’mon, its obviously the Captain: “The first round’s over, demon. You aren’t related to an answering machine over in Brooklyn by any chance?”

Oh, so the thing that attacked the Captain America was the answering machine. Glad we cleared that up.

Glory Garsen drags the unconscious Jarvis to safety while mystery dude engages the robot dude.

And mystery dude gives a lot of pointers while he fights. Or... like, condescending pointers. Talking about how much the other dude sucks. “Your cornering’s pretty weak!” sort of thing.

The robot dude rips a manhole out of the ground to try to fight the Captain America but again he yields when bonked with a high velocity trash can lid shaped object.

Then the Captain America punches him in the face over and over until... the guy turns into a car.

Huh.

I guess it was the car that was trying to squish Glory and that Jarvis broke the headlight.

IT CAME BACK FOR REVENGE!

Inferno is weird.

Also, huh. It wasn’t so many issues ago where Thor was fighting a robot T. Rex that was more than met the eye. And now a car transforms into a robot mode and back again...

You a big Transformers fan, Simonson?

Jarvis shares the previous car incident with the Captain and tells him that there’s been more incidents like this around New York today.

Jarvis: “I couldn’t think of anyone more qualified to wrestle with such an emergency. But I do think that it might prove troublesome should this animated plague spread to every inanimate object in the city!”

The Captain: “So you think that I won’t be able to handle what’s going on by myself?”

Jarvis: “The thought never entered my mind, Captain. I merely suggest it might be prudent to enlist the aid of a few worthy friends as you have done so successfully in the past. Strength in numbers, sir. I could hold your coat. And besides, I would like to have my old job back.”

The Captain: “Pretty sly, Jarvis. I think maybe we’ve been electing the wrong man chairman of the Avengers all these years!”

Pretty sly, indeed!

But yes, Steve! Put the Avengers back together! Even if its the Worst Roster!

Also, he takes off his mysterious coat and hat and runs off. Just in case anyone didn’t get that it was Steve Rogers the Captain somehow.

Glory Garsen practically squeals over meeting the original Captain America.

But Jarvis gets melancholic because what woman wouldn’t prefer Steve Rogers over a guy like Jarvis.

Glory reassures him that she didn’t stalk him halfway across Manhattan to give up on him now. She’s still very insistent that Jarvis be her boyfriend.

She’s not looking for a superhero, just a man both gentle and courageous and dammit she thinks she’s found that in Jarvis.

So Jarvis agrees to date her. And they start dating.

It doesn’t look like she shows up all that often after this. And one wonders why write a story where a seemingly younger woman throws herself at Jarvis.

I mean, I know he’s a catch. You know he’s a catch. But why was this narrative conceived and executed?

We may never know.

And its maybe not the best sign for their relationship that Jarvis internally congratulates himself on saying a cool thing and can’t wait to tell his mom about it.

But whatever! Jarvis had a good day! A whole issue to himself. He fought a car twice. Fought a phone. Saw Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Set the wheels in motion for the Avengers reforming. Got stalked by a woman until he agreed to date her.

A good day for Jarvis!

Follow @essential-avengers​ for all the Jarvis content the Avengers provides. Even if it always falls short of how much Jarvis content we’d like. Like and reblog and comment, maybe. I love attention and feedback.

#essential avengers #avengers #a car that is more than meets the eye #an angry phone #an unreliable subway #Edwin Jarvis #the Captain #Steve Rogers #Glory Garsen #Peter Parker #a normal everyday young adult about town #Mrs Jarvis #cast list is pretty thin in this issue #essential marvel liveblogging

[lunalilith19]

Scott Moir: astro bits 2

One aspect that stands out in Scott's chart as painful is Venus square Saturn. No aspect stands alone in a chart - this one is the crux of a bigger pattern that seems to involve his sense of self worth and how he does relationships. Venus is relating, pleasure, what you value, how you want to be loved. Saturn is limitations, responsibility, delays, structure, what you build over time. With these squared to each other in your chart there can be difficulty getting the love you want until you learn to value yourself. Can't tell exactly where he is with this, and not everyone who has this will have wounding around it, but the way this is set up in his chart, it's complex enough that it might take time and work to solve.

You have less confidence in showing your feelings or being able to let go and really love without reserve. You might have to learn to believe that you can receive true love-- otherwise you might choose conditional relationships or frustrate the paths that allow you to have the security of a healthy relationship.

With Venus square Saturn, there may be a tendency to focus on the worst possible outcome and that can cause you to act in a way that makes that worst outcome happen. You can really get in your own way.

You may not be confident that you can be loved for who you are or your true self, so you can reject true love without realizing that's what you're doing. It happens through the choices you make- by choosing less consequential options which feel safer. You may not feel lovable or special, and that leads you to believe you can't have something significant. You might choose people who don't support you or give you what you need emotionally.

You have to allow happiness in and also need to be honest and vulnerable and admit what you want in order to get that. You have to value who you are so you can set yourself up to attract people who really see you. Otherwise, you get into relationships where you don't necessarily feel good about the other person. You may settle.

With the square you can be non-discriminating- "I'll take what I can get because I'm not worth much," or you overdiscriminate and don't let anyone near you for self-protection.

In Scott's chart, Venus and Saturn are in a Thor's Hammer with Jupiter. Aspects to Jupiter are more optimistic - like seeing the possibility of it going right. But hard aspects to Saturn (and Pluto) will tend to make you see everything that could go wrong. You need a mix of both- confidence and prudence - to have balance. So he has both optimism and pessimism - but the way the pattern is set up, there's more fear and self worth issues around relationships, more confidence built up regarding work - skating and potentially now coaching. His Jupiter can be a help in working out whatever Venus-Saturn issues he may have.

His Jupiter is at 29 Aries, the last degree of that courageous and action oriented sign- there's a need to take risks here- he definitely did that his entire skating career, but it also means he needs to use more Aries qualities in relationships: be brave and speak his truth, be impatient with situations which don't feel aligned with who he is, and to trust his intuition and take action on his own behalf.

#vmastrology #scott moir #truthinaspectastrology on yt is a great source #to solve this square it seems you really have to change how you see yourself #otherwise you manifest your fears #you hear about water signs and intuition #but fire signs are very intuitive and have gut instincts #figure skating

[tarnishedxknight]

“i’m so afraid i sealed my fate.”

{for Munoh? Someone needs to play The Prophecy, the song this quote is from, for Thor because she WOULD ugly cry over it, it’s so her}

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Munoh had been watching this particular hume for some time. She seemed very spirited, very driven... and yet, so unsure. Like many humes, she felt trapped by her situation and by those around her. Munoh didn’t understand why humes couldn’t see the infinite choices and possibilities of life, but rather chose to adhere most often to a linear path, even when it was a path they intensely disliked. Hearing her words, Munoh made the choice to help this hume, if they could. Slowly before her, a few feet away, the Occuria’s wispy, transparent, glowing form became visible to Thor.

“Fear not, Princess of Asgard. Many and varied are the paths you yet could choose. You have but to decide which you desire, and aid most powerful shall I grant you in pursuit of its realization.” Munoh’s voice sounded like a blending of two of three, all speaking at once, and yet it was calm and gentle. “I am Munoh, an Occurian. Long and with great interest have I watched you, Thor.”

#oc muse: munoh #submission

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Someone made a big Goddamn mistake" on YouTube

I'm going to show them how stupid they are in a minute there's people waste just about everything that they come across and we're going to make sure that they do not do it again. It's one of his jacuzzis no it's a waste of money it's perfectly fine and they ruin it cuz they want to be dick heads and rec stuff so good after the dopamak for it cuz that's what he did. This is going to happen in a moment and it's going to happen because they're closing in and they're going too close and we told them not to and in about 15 minutes they'll try sensing massively from Earth and they're going to get hit and this guy is a Mac it's been harassing our son and he did today and the Sun is just staring at him like his nuts and stupid and he left the unit because he felt that they let him down what he says is if you're not anymore you should understand it he looks around he said why what are they doing you're doing nothing but what Tommy f wants. So he's going to base and he's going to report in he's helping me what he saw because he saw an iPhone of clothes and I think that happened they're going to influence us an attack they're moving there that somehow moving the fleet and having you to move the fleet in so he's research it and find out it's true ahead of time finally so he's trying to evacuate his family and they won't leave and they don't have any notices we just know it's going to happen because of what's there and Buenos Aires no these guys have been in the post every few minutes you need to know what's going on up here. Doesn't look like they made it up and they heard what you said and unfortunately he's not the guy who beat you up at UMass that's Brad again jesus. And he's been aching for it and he's the one with his hand with a knife in it when he starts s*** with him and he gets crucified for real again when you ask for it from everybody and he's going to get clobbered here it comes in a nutshell the fleet is moving in and it's tempting them and it's forcing their hand right now as we speak everybody is on the radio up here and he's about as ready as he's going to get he says and it's going on so this is what's happening right now and the fleet was told several times to back off and it is not backing off right now and it is in a precarious situation and it will be in moments and I'm told that they are being told to move off and they're sending signals. They're waiting for response they got it and says no way they're sending a message out then you'll be destroyed they're sending a message back then you will be destroyed and it says you will leave us no choice we are sending you a shot across your bow to show our power and they say we will only target you said you won't have a chance consider this your last warning and they're firing 20 or 30 across the bow and from one gun it is a lot of power more than they have in combination. And they are preparing to commence firing their weapons are heating up and it's a huge fleet of Starship troopers it's about a million ships that are a mile or more to 5 MI and about a trillion small ones that are half mile to a quarter mile and they are targeted it's a good size fleet it's not huge they used to be about a septillion and they used to face them down from Mars it's nothing new and they are commence firing and they are saying these lines that you see in the movie and someone made a big mistake and history has is repeating itself

Thor Freya

We're firing rapidly right now and it is going on right now as we speak I have their fleet is gone in moments the whole thing and it is going to be a very quick battle we see another battle group of theirs moving in this one is 10 times the size no it's more like 200 times the size and this is a big chunk of their Force and the Starship troopers are mainly Max they're going to send themselves out when they need the ships to face Tommy f. They're moving in and we're prepping immediately all the weapons are heating and we are commence firing now. Huge beams are going out and we did prep the space Marines and we're sending them for an assault right now and it's going to be answered and they are assaulting many areas. And the giant beams are slicing their fleet to nothing in seconds the 200 million is now 100 million.. shortly there won't be any ships at all up there as this is the main battle group the rest of the fleet is already clean and we are hitting them and we're sending attack vessels to wipe them out

Zig Zag

This has happened before but these people are sick and they're desperate and we need to send in troops on Earth right now

Hera

We're doing so in mass and tons of troops and we mean it we're sending in tons

Thor Freya

We're moving out we're sending out a red alert we are at War right now

Olympus

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