me explaining how donald trump is not only canon in the marvel universe but is also a main villain in comics:
no because not a lot of people know this and seeing how many people are finding the gwen trump and astv trump mughot photos crazy as hell, i want to be the first to tell you and introduce you to donald trump from earth 65 aka spider gwen dimension
you cannot make this up like this shit is straight up diabolical and the gwen comics only get more outta pocket than they alr are
and lemme show you bros description
yes ya eyes is not deceiving you that is in fact a real plot where captain america of earth 65 aka samantha wilson STOPPED DONALD TRUMP FROM ENSLAVING PEOPLE TO BUILD THE BORDER
imagine americas symbol having to pull up on a big ole trump head three sizes too big for comfort and he got the case of the yapps like this man don’t shut up no matter where he at and then got his wig handed go him
literally why does nobody talk about this like gwen’s comics single handedly has the most ludicrous things i have EVER seen so if somebody modakifys the trump mugshot i will give you like the ten nickels in my hand bag
he deserved to be an anomaly 🙄🙄
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After a year of silence, I am back on my bullshit, once again updating my fic for @whisperwillyou's ghost au.
I tried to write this chapter so many times but I wasn't able to push through the mental slog until now. However, now that I'm back I fully intend to finish what I started. We WILL get to chapter ten, that is a promise.
Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Ghost Ship
Chapter 6
Drowning was a lot like yearning. When the thing you wanted was in sight but out of reach. That had never been more true now. The water weighed heavy on him and the only thing on his mind was reaching, the surface and getting back to his family. And Donald had started getting very desperate. So, without meaning to, he’d started dragging ships down with him.
Whenever a ship entered the route where Donald had drowned, things would go wrong. The ship would go off course or hit a barrier, or just break down. The crew would go crazy. And this time, the crew was disappearing altogether. Because Donald had a good reason to be extra desperate this time. After months of trying to get back to his family, his family had come to him.
He had to see his family again, he had to keep trying until he could hold them all and tell them how sorry he was for never coming home. And until then, he had to keep his head above water.
His family was trying to do the same.
"You're sure you saw Donald?" Della asked for what had to be the fiftieth time.
"Yes!" Dewey was trying not to get exasperated since he knew that his mom and brother were primarily acting out of fear.
Louie was dragging his feet a little, muttering to himself. Something about wanting to get off the boat.
"Where was he, again?"
"The room with the wheel."
"Then that's where we'll go." Della glanced behind them, where Louie was trudging and made the executive decision to scoop both of her sons up and carry them in her arms.
Louie and Dewey didn't protest, with Louie burying his head in her shoulder and Dewey clinging to her. They were only kids, after all, barely twelve.
When they got to the wheelhouse it was empty, except for some of the ghost crew grumbling about being apparitions.
"He was here earlier," Dewey said, feeling that drowning feeling again and trying to maintain control over his breathing.
"Well… He must not know that we're here, now," Della said, trying to stay positive. "Lou? Any ideas?"
Louie took a deep breath to steel himself and began to sing, “Face each new sun, with eyes clear and true-”
Della and Dewey caught on and finished with him, “unafraid of the unknown, because I’ll face it all with you.”
The ship seemed to lurch again and Della held the boys even tighter, her eyes widening as something began to emerge in front of them as if the floor was the surface of the water and the phantom before them was a drowned sailor trying desperately to keep his head above water.
“Kids!” Donald wailed, almost dragged back under by some invisible force.
Dewey leaped out of her arms and raced forward, holding out his hand for his uncle.
“Dewey, be careful!” Della pleaded, but her son ignored her warning.
“It’s okay, Uncle Donald, I’m here. I’ll face the unknown with you,” Dewey promised, clinging to his uncle, knowing there was a possibility that he was about to sink too, already feeling the sensation of water in his lungs.
But then his mom and brother were right next to him, holding on to both of them, and it finally felt like they were on solid ground.
Donald looked between them.
“Della, Dewey, Louie! It’s you, it’s really you!” He held them tightly before scrambling back.
“Wait- I shouldn’t be able to interact with you, oh no, oh no… No, you can’t be dead, this can’t be happening!”
“We’re not dead,” Della said firmly.
“But I am,” Donald said in a whisper that all of them heard.
Louie turned away and began to cry, Uncle Donald pulling him into a hug and not saying anything else, just humming the lullaby that had summoned him.
“So, how is all of this happening?” Donald asked when Louie had calmed down a little. “How did you guys get yanked into the spirit world?”
“That’s what we wanted to ask you, Don.”
Donald’s eyes widened, “I did this? I didn’t mean to do this…”
“Yeah, well, things don’t always go the way we plan,” Della said with a sad laugh.
“We have to figure out a way to get you back to the others,” Donald said firmly, standing up. He had to smile, a little, at the prospect of seeing the others, even if they wouldn’t be able to see him.
“Aye, aye, captain,” Della said, taking a hold of one of Dewey’s hands. Dewey grabbed Donald’s other hand, and Donald continued to carry Louie, who was plotting quietly, and they headed back up to the upper deck where Della and the boys had last seen Scrooge, Huey, and Webby.
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