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mysticcollectionbee · 7 months

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Loki Season 2 Ep. 1 Thoughts:

(Heavy Spoilers)

Ok so I have a lot of thoughts and are basically all over the place so I'm gonna be putting in them in somewhat chronological order (Unlike Loki's current situation hehe)

They really HAD to put more of Loki's heartbreak over Mobius not recognizing him? Loki creators probably: "I know we're gonna bring the duo back but let's make 'em suffer just a bit more in the beginning".

I know others have covered this but also want to spread this headcanon/theory: Even though past Mobius doesn't know Loki ,and probably got his memory erased afterwards, It's still an interesting theory that maybe his interactions with Loki then might have somehow stuck with him and made him want to look into Loki a bit later.

Miss Minutes is with Ravonna right? I feel likeMinutes is probably the only tool/weapon that might give the former judge some leverage.

Casey! Casey not just being a comedic guy but actually a massive help is really nice. He (Present Casey) immediately saw Loki in pain/trouble and decided to help him without much question.

So...X-5 and D-90 weren't what I was expecting, they're kinda switched actually from what I was expecting. I thought X-5 would be a friend to Mobius and kinda con-artist and D-90 was a massive jerk who would side with Ravonna...But hey, I'm all for D-90's redemption.

New Judge is great. Screw Ravonna!...Where's Ravonna?

Apparently she was in on HWR's plan from the beginning...Guess she is a big bad after all. Also, why was she so great to HWR? Like in the comics they were couple but things seem to have taken a different turn in the MCU.

Look, I get it if you don't ship Lokius but...You have to admit was really nice to see Loki get some support from Mobius (And B-15, don't forget her stopping Ass-5) and then Mobius trying to calm/ground Loki while the poor dude is really going through it. AND even later, Loki and Mobius trying to make the other calm down and not to worry about their problems.

IF you do ship Lokius. We're either getting fed well or being clowned upon. Either way, let me just enjoy these two for a bit.

Why has no one talked about the weird fact that O.B.'s memory doesn't seem to have been erased but Mobius' has? Also, is O.B. like a TVA secret? Why the hell is no one in the TVA visiting him! How is he able to keep track of time in the TVA?!

Ok so that guidebook O.B. made, Loki still has it right? Like in a trailer clip he is flipping through an orange book, that's the guidebook right?

I love how Mobius is still thinking about whether he'll lose his skin or not till the very last minute lol. We know he's always was gonna pick saving Loki no matter what, but you'd totally still be worried about the skin thing.

I think Loki was pruned by either Future Sylvie or Future Loki. I think Future Loki and Sylvie came up with a plan to make sure Present Loki got pruned and survived. Also...Sylvie growing out her hair to have 50/50 hair colors is making me more of Bi idiot than usual.

While I enjoy the comparison to the Sam/Bucky roll to Lokius I think there is a key difference: FaTWS played this for comedy while this was played for relief that the characters are ok. And Sam immediately told bucky to get off while Loki probably just thought Mobius's suit was too heavy. (Yes, I'm wearing clown makeup, what about it.)

Finally, And I know how controversial this is: I don't think Loki is looking for Sylvie for romantic reason (OR more accurately, not the sole reason). She is literally about to be hunted down and probably killed and was the last one to see what happened in the Citadel. Even if he did feel betrayed by her, he still would probably want to save her.

#mcu #marvel #loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #theory #shitpost kinda #thoughts #headcanon #lokius

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its-the-zcu · 9 months

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Long post ahead

The MCU constantly showing time and time again that they do not give a flying fuck about Sharon is the main reason I’m starting this blog. The way they treat her also made 2019-me realize that they don’t give a fuck about the source material like I thought they did when I was younger.

The whitewashing/lightwashing, important storylines meant for one character in the comics being given to someone that barely had anything to do with it in the MCU, having a character act nothing like how they are in the comics to the point where they might as well be an OC, etc. Basically, diving deeper into the comics made me realize how much cooler the MCU could’ve been if Marvel Studios actually respected the source material.

Before I became a comics stan in 2019, I used to be like “Oh, Sharon? I know of her. She’s cool. The movies didn’t develop her or her relationship with Steve well, but they are cute together. I hope they’ll bring her back eventually. It sucks that the fandom hates on her and her actress so much.”

After I became a comics stan and learned more about her, how great her relationship with Steve is, the friendships they could’ve given her in the MCU, how the mfs over at Marvel Studios kept writing her out of shit and/or giving things meant for her to Natasha, Peggy, and Maria, I became a Sharon Carter warrior! She was literally supposed to be the female lead of TWS, in the airport fight in CW, and still dating Steve in IW! Imagine how much less MCU stans would hate on her and SteveSharon if that happened!

She disappeared from the franchise for 5 whole years till they decided to bring her back in FATWS! The writers promised us some great things for her and promoted the show as SamBuckySharon being a trio and taking down some bad guys.

Us Sharon stans were so happy and finally seeing her again in the show made us even happier! But that was before the last episode came along and ruined everything… By making her a damn villain… Like, after she finally came back in ep.3, she started to feel more like a glorified cameo and her saying she was the Power Broker really twisted the knife…

Sharon Carter is the leading lady of the Cap comics, the love of Steve’s life, besties with Sam and Bucky (they’d die for her and vice-versa), one of SHIELD’s top agents, and a god damn HERO in the comics, but you’re telling me that all y’all could do in the MCU was sideline her, write her out of the franchise for 5 years, bring her back for a new show, sideline her AGAIN when she was marketed as a LEAD, and then randomly make her a villain at the last minute of it?!

Secret Invasion was the PERFECT opportunity to fix this mess! All they had to do was say that FATWS-Sharon was a Skrull and it would explain her crazy character switch and give MCU-Sharon a soft reboot like they did for Peter in NWH. But nah, instead they made Ross and Rhodey the Skrulls… Two characters that literally didn’t need to be. Especially cuz if Rhodey and Ross got taken right before Endgame, FATWS, or Wakanda Forever, that means the emotional scenes they’ve had with other characters hold absolutely no weight now! And Sharon was RIGHT THERE!

I get they didn’t reveal EVERYONE that was a Skrull in the last episode of SI, so there’s always a chance she could be one in future projects, but this show was THE moment to do it! The build up was there, it would’ve made perfect sense, and Sharon’s character could finally have a do-over! But of course that didn’t happen…

I’ve spent 4 years hoping the MCU would do right by her and I can’t imagine how the people who have been her fans since before she first joined the MCU must feel. We’ve had to deal with so much shit from Sharon/Emily haters over the years and I’m honestly just over it.

Of course fancasting Sharon in my personal Marvel universe wouldn’t erase what happened, but it would feel like it’s a fresh start with one of my favorite characters of all time 😌

If the MCU reveals Sharon as a Skrull or that she’s undercover for SHIELD/SWORD some time after SI, Emily will be Sharon in my universe again, but for now Tracy Spiridakos is my Sharon Carter!

#personal post

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mydairpercabeth · 3 years

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Me and the homies emotionally preparing for next week when Bucky has to tell Yori he killed his son:

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smartcookieproductions · 3 years

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I mean--IT FITS

This took like, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY longer than it should have.

I really liked FATWS! Gave me some seratonin in the times of plague.

Patreon link in bio!

Click for higher quality, drawn using SAI, no snakes harmed in the making of this drawing, etc. etc.

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val-made-a-mistake · 3 years

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❝THAI FOOD.❞

(not my gif)

summary: you and john argue about something petty. he proceeds to fuck you into the floor.

warnings: smut, HATE SEX, oral sex m receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, arguments, pettiness, dirty talk, use of “good girl”, john cheating on his wife

word count: 2.8k

a/n: *john mulaney voice* okay okay okay okay okay okay

please do not read this fic and assume that i am a john walker apologist. if you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that i DESPISE john walker and everything he stands for, but at the same time...this is dedicated to all the people who found his descent into madness hot, i wrote this fic instead of going to therapy

(and i should really go to therapy)

so uh if this flops i was never here

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The sunset was milky with colour as you swayed on the swing. Ever since you were little it had been rusty, always made nails-on-chalkboard creaks, and no one had ever bothered to fix it, but it was home, which was perhaps why you found yourself sitting there alone as you tried to control your breath.

He had you counting to ten again.

You knew John Walker was married, knew what he was like back in high school, and it had become international news when he’d decapitated an anarchist in broad daylight over in Europe, but still you found yourself responding to his text message when he slid into your DMs a week ago asking about vibranium alternatives, now here you were. You were a chemical metallurgist, you’d dedicated your whole life to the study, and as soon as you’d graduated from Custer’s Grove you’d booted yourself up to Cambridge to study at MIT, but you leapt at the chance to visit your Georgia hometown again.

And Jesus fucking Christ, Jonathan Walker was still as insufferable as he was when it was cool to date someone on the football team.

Why could he not understand that you were only human? Why could he not understand that you had, despite running tests on practically all the vibranium in the US that wasn’t the property of the Avengers, never been to Wakanda where it was sourced, and why the fuck was he absolutely prodding you over stupidly specific scenarios and circumstances that weren’t even going to happen? What absolute moron would try to take on the National Guard by himself?

The pull out couch that his wife Olivia was nice enough to assemble for you was always cold and hard at the end of the day, and as you stared up at the shuddering AC, you counted down the hours until you’d be able to go back to Cambridge and pretend like none of this had happened. None of this had to happen, you were just an idiot.

Now you inhaled the cool outside breeze, hating yourself.

You told John you were going on a walk twenty minutes ago. He’d gone apeshit when you said it would be impossible to replicate vibranium’s boomerang-like tendencies, he would be wondering where you’d gone by now. He’d had enough decency to tell you to bring a jacket as you retreated.

You knew parts of him still cared about you, and God, you wanted to believe there was at least a shred of high school him there. Most of your high school relationship had been performative, but you loved attempting to escape the Evangelical parts of Custer’s Grove with him because it always ended up with you two sitting on the roof of a “closed for repairs” ice cream parlour miles out, staring at a sunset similar to the one in front of you now. The marina, he called it. It was a pathetic excuse for a marina.

Get your mind to work, you told yourself.

Boomerangs spun to create unbalanced aerodynamic forces, causing it to curve into a kind of elliptical shape, that was why they came back, this was basic, you’d learned it years ago. If John somehow succeeded in making a new Captain America shield for whatever reason and didn’t choose to sell it on Wish, would you be able to do anything to make sure it returned to its holder? Probably not, it’d be way too heavy, it was way too heavy now, it would just fall to the ground like a pathetic piece of spraypainted metal, which was technically all it was.

You picked at your nails as the last of the sunset disappeared into the treeline.

Time to go.

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When you got back to the house, you immediately noticed that Olivia’s shoes had disappeared from the doorway and John had actually taken a break from sulking in the basement, he was scrubbing dishes at the sink.

“I finished spraypainting,” he said casually as you closed the door behind yourself and shook off your sandals.

“Where’s Olivia?” you demanded flatly, ignoring his last sentence on purpose.

You saw him stiffen.

“Out,” he answered, his voice suddenly becoming as flat as yours, “She wanted Thai, I let her go.”

“I hate Thai.”

CRACK!

He’d quite literally pulled apart a plate with his hands: you hadn’t realized how much he was twitching since you’d gotten in.

“That’s what we’re having,” he hissed.

Oh, so you were fighting over this now?

You felt familiar rage bubble up in your chest. “You could’ve at least fucking texted me.”

“I did, but then I realized you left your fucking phone here,” he spat, dropping the shards of the plate and letting it float underneath the soapy water, “You do realize you could’ve been kidnapped, right? Have you forgotten what it’s like to live in the Grove?”

“I’m not your fucking dog on a leash,” you snarled with everything you had. “Jesus Christ, you have Olivia for that.”

SLAM!

John slammed his hands on the base of the counter, and with an ugly snap, the granite cracked.

“We’re getting Thai food,” he hissed, but his voice shook, ruining the authority. “I don’t wanna do this right now.”

“For someone who failed drama class back in high school, you’re acting awfully dramatic right now,” you shot back coolly, folding your arms. Sure, he’d been insufferable in high school, but if he pushed you-- which he was doing right now-- you could turn into a bitch on a dime.

And yet you couldn’t help but feel your heart race as he turned around and approached you.

You instinctively backed into the wall.

When you opened your mouth, no words came out. He was suddenly so close you could see every pore on his cheeks.

You turned away on impulse, but you couldn’t help but notice the strange stuffiness that was filling the kitchen like a poisonous gas. Maybe that was why your heart rate was going as fast as it was, and maybe that was why the warmness was threatening to shoot up your neck at the faintest enabling.

You were shivering as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“You’re gonna stop acting like a frigid bitch over Thai food, and then you’re gonna stop pretending like you don’t know how to improve the shield. Then you’ll be able to fuck off back to wherever you moved to after high school, and we’ll pretend like none of this ever happened.”

John paused.

“Do you understand me?”

You were overcome by a wild urge to spit in his face, but you held it back.

(Just barely.)

Instead, you turned to face him and licked your lips.

“You will never be Captain America.”

That did it: the sudden humidity around both of you came to a head, and John forced his lips onto yours so fiercely your natural response was to kiss him back, even though it was completely insane. You felt hands on your body-- you gasped on his lips, his hands were frozen and still slightly soapy from the dishes-- and you let him tear your clothes off as mercilessly as he could. It was like you’d thrown your moral compass out of the window: you were already yanking at his shirt and stumbling forward.

WIth a clatter, you’d tumbled to the kitchen floor, and you were pushing yourself onto him, all tongue and teeth.

“God, you drive me crazy sometimes,” John growled as he yanked your jeans down your ass; you were struggling to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“I fucking should,” you countered, and just like that, you kissed him harder, your teeth tearing into his lips and your tongue careening into his mouth. A horrible yet glorious feeling was searing through your chest: you wanted to treat him like a city you could burn to the ground, a reality you could shred to its last atom, and you drank it all up.

And then you had the air knocked out of you.

Your head hit the tile so hard your vision spun, and all you knew was that John was on top of you, glaring at you so malevolently all your nerves clenched.

“Baby, you’re gonna be fucking crying when I’m finished with you.”

You wrapped your legs around him at that, and then you were kissing, more languidly and sinful than anything you’d ever experienced, and you tangled your hands in his hair, absolutely collapsing into his harsh warmth. He was rocking against you fully clothed.

You skipped heaven and went straight to hell.

You pawed at his zipper, pulling it down just enough to get his cock out, and seeing what you were getting at, he pushed you against the wall and shoved himself into your mouth.

John wasn’t taking it easy on you. He gripped the back of your hair and fucked into your mouth, pushing as far as he could into your throat. You gagged and sputtered around him for all it was worth, gasping for air as he pulled you off for a moment.

He brushed a strand of your hair out of the way, and for a minute you thought he was going to stop this madness, but he only shoved himself back in so fiercely you couldn’t help but moan around his length.

He groaned at that, and you felt something warm gush between your legs. The feeling was enough to make you part your legs just the tiniest bit-- your knees were screaming in pain from being pressed so harshly into the tile-- but you kept going, flattening your tongue around the underside of his cock. You might’ve hated him right now, but you were determined to suck him off the best you could. By the look on his face, you were succeeding.

“Good girl,” John muttered, finally pulling himself off you.

“I really fucking hate you,” you spat, but his cock was so hot and hard and dripping, it would be so easy to take him once more like this--

But he had the super serum and you’d never been athletic, so there was little you could do when he gripped your arm and forced you to move.

John laid you down on the floor, flipping you over on all fours and pushing your face down into the tile, ass up for him. You gasped at his strength, and a moan left your lips as he spanked you harshly.

“Jesus,” he commented as he pressed a finger inside of you, no warning. “Just wanna be split open, all stretched out on my cock?”

“Fuck you,” you gasped, trying to swallow your moans. That earned you another finger.

His fingers delved in and out of you at a surprisingly fast pace, making you gasp and jut against the stimulation, and you sank your teeth into your forearm so you wouldn’t scream out. No way would you give him the satisfaction, but from the groans spilling out of John’s mouth, it looked like he wouldn’t have cared.

You knew you were dripping onto his fingers. You fucking knew it.

“God, fuck,” you gasped as he rubbed your clit: you hated being this easy, but here you were, becoming completely undone because of his two fingers. The feeling twisted in your gut, it was getting bigger and bigger, preparing for an inevitable release.

Blood was rushing into your cheeks at the sheer thought of it.

John Walker? Seriously?

You could’ve see it coming from a mile away, but somehow the feeling still blindsided you: you were coming, the orgasm rushing through you and soaking your inner thighs, making them gleam. Gasping, your body hot as lava, euphoria coursed through your brain, and for a moment, tiny white spots appeared in your vision.

No fucking way. John fucking Walker, of all people, had made you come.

Did he ever fuck Olivia like this?

You really fucking hoped not, not when he reached forward and pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, finger-fucking you through your orgasm.

John groaned senselessly as he crooked a finger inside of you, pushing even further, and you moaned loudly.

“You’re dripping,” he whispered. The disastrously low tone of his voice made you clench around his fingers, and feeling it, he let out a smug little laugh that had you squirming underneath him. “That do something for you, sweetheart?”

Under him, you were gasping without rhythm, sanity slipping in and out of your grasp as your legs shook, threatening to make you come again and again until it would be impossible to handle it. The blood thundering in your ears made it hard to think: you could barely handle being fucked by a man affected by the super serum as it was, and John showed no signs of stopping.

When you didn’t answer, he slapped your cheek - not enough force to be called harsh, but enough for you to startle, blinking fast. “Answer me when I talk to you.”

“Yeah,” you said blindly, clenching your fists at the humiliation. “Yeah - yes, it did.”

Fuck, you hated John for being so smug. “Yeah, I already know.”

The next thing you were conscious of feeling was him slipping his fingers out of your pussy, his fingers coated in your glistening arousal, and you automatically opened your mouth to suck them clean.

“Filthy little slut,” John spat from above you, and you couldn’t help it, you batted your eyelashes up at him-- seductively? Mischievously?

Whatever it was, you whined louder than ever as you felt the head of his cock breach your pussy, splitting you open.

“Fuck, so tight,” you whimpered, or maybe you’d said it in your head, you didn’t really know because he’d already started moving, driving his cock deeper and sending a curious burning sensation up your pussy, which raced up your abdomen and practically exploded at your neck. You were sure your face was bright red now.

“More,” you gasped at the ceiling, and then it was on.

In the days to come you wouldn’t remember the way how harshly his hips slammed against yours, or the way he fucked into you like you were a medium to release all his rage, and he certainly wouldn’t feel the scratches you carved into his neck. Neither of you were thinking about Olivia: all you knew was he was fucking you on the kitchen floor and you never wanted him to stop.

God, that serum had really brought out an interesting change in him.

You came for what felt like the fiftieth time screaming his name, and it was then John decided to force your hands high over your head while gripping the nape of your neck, wrapping you in a kiss that effectively muffled your cries. You melted at his touch– he was so big and strong and physically superior, he could press you into the floor and stop all chances of you struggling with just one hand. Not like you’d ever want to struggle with the way he was fucking you: the way he was handling you was the complete opposite of gentle, and you loved it. John was heaving against you, unrelenting, and if this was a fight, you didn’t want to yield.

You were aching all over, your knees were stinging and your shoulderblades were rubbing uncomfortably against the kitchen tile, but you didn’t care, you succumbed to the dominance and kissed him back.

John groaned right in your ear, and his hand fell from your neck to grip your ass tightly, rocking his body into yours effortlessly.

“Oh, god,” you whispered, the way he stretched you out making you so dripping wet.

BANG!

You heard the familiar sound of a car door slamming in the distance, and it snapped you both back to reality at the same time.

“Shit!”

John reacted faster than you did: he pulled himself off of you, clearly wanting to save nobody but his own ass, and you heard a zipping noise as you fumbled for your bra, which was half-crumpled from underneath your shirt. The last thing you saw was him disappearing for the basement before you flung yourself at the stairs.

As Olivia approached the front door, you were now panicking for yourself.

“Shit, shit, shit-”

You slid and nearly fell onto the tile, but that didn’t matter, you needed to get out of view before Olivia reached the front door.

The stupid bastard had actually ripped a good length of seam on your jeans, so you haphazardly threw a blanket over most of your body and reached for your phone, hoping to God it looked like you were doing something normal.

You saw Olivia jut the door open with her hip.

“I’m home, I brought Thai!” she called out.

You forced your face into a shiny smile as you glanced up. “Great!”