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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 5 months

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Marvel exec 1: So, for the Fantastic Four movie, we start off with Susan Storm picking up Franklin Richards from school-

Marvel exec 2: - wait, what? We’re already introducing Franklin?

Marvel exec 1: Pedro Pascal is Reed.

Marvel exec 2: Ohhhhhh, okay, what happens next?

#pedro pascal #mcu #marvel #reed richards #susan storm #franklin richards #fantastic four #fantastic 4 #mcu crack #marvel crack #marvel humor #marvel studios #mr fantastic #mr. fantastic #the invisible woman

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wannabemurdock · 1 year

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you’re in a sauna at the avengers tower, and Thor comes in with no towel on.

I had to search the mechanics of a sauna for this. I go the extra mile for these asks. This didn’t turn out as steamy (wow funny) as I intended but this was fun to write.

“ARE YOU GOOD, CHAMP?” Your voice comes out more shrill than intended but this is the last thing you expected when you decided to take some you time.

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You walk into the sauna, towel wrapped around you tightly as you take a seat on the wooden bench that wraps around the walls of the steamy room.

Grabbing the ladle from the bucket, you pour the water onto the hot rocks in the centre before resting back against the wall. Your back uncomfortable against the wood slats of the wall.

Beads of sweat roll down your skin, cooling you slightly as you try to enjoy your time before having to go to yet another strategic meeting. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear another person enter the room.

“Ah, Y/n!” A deep voice addresses you. You turn your head to see a completely bare Thor.

“ARE YOU GOOD, CHAMP?” Your voice comes out more shrill than intended but this is the last thing you expected when you decided to take some you time.

Thor’s taken aback by your tone.

“Yes I am... Pal…” He takes a seat much closer than socially accepted in this situation. You keep your eyes closed, but the image of Thor as naked as the day he was born is burnt into the back of your eyelids.

“You know that you’re supposed to wear a towel, right?” You understand that he’s used to different social norms but you can’t help but laugh at what’s just happened.

“As beautiful as you are, Thor, please put on a towel. There’s spares outside the door.” You hear him leave and come back. Assuming it’s safe, you open your eyes. Giving you a twirl, you clap for his now covered figure before he takes his original seat next to you.

You two sit there in comfortable silence, blissed out by a moment of silence compared to the normally hectic atmosphere of the tower. Thors the first to speak up.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You lean over to nudge him.

“Damn right, Pretty Boy.” You turn to see him blush at the new nickname.

#wannabemurdock’s asks #marvel #marvel fandom #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #marvel crack #thor x reader #Thor x reader fluff #Thor x reader crack #Thor fluff #Thor crack #Thor #Thor odinson #Thor odinson x reader #Thor odinson x reader fluff #Thor odinson x reader crack #Thor odinson fluff #Thor odinson crack

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kaycrowley · 4 months

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So my bestie, @prince-ben-solo and I joked that the oldest timeline in the Multiverse is just a bunch of single-celled organisms swimming around.

Allow me to introduce the Cell-vengers and Cell Loki

#colored pencil #my art #marvel multiverse #marvel crack

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hedawanheda · 2 years

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Spiderman: I see Doctor Dad adopted a new kid! Hey America, I’m Spider-

America: Do you shoot webs out of your butt?

Spiderman: …no

America: Well have you ever tried?

Spiderman, with a new idea forming in his head: Give me 5 minutes

Later:

Spiderman: DOCTOR DAD LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO

Stephen: Spidey what the fuck

America: That’s MY Spiderman!

#peter and america are now adopted siblings change my mind #peter parker #spiderman #america chavez #doctor strange #marvel crack #doctor dad #stephen strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness

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nyxlaufeyson · 3 months

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Waffle House

Main Masterlist - Marvel Fics

POV: Third

Ship: None, just Avengers & Avengers

Type: Fluff + Crack

Wordcount: 1,044

Synopsis: The Avengers get back from their latest mission at ungodly hours of the morning, and take their starving selves to the only place open, Waffle House.

A/N: This literally spawned in my mind and it's so 2010s Avenger's Tower fics where everyone is happy and not dead and stuff. Enjoy.

At three o’ clock in the morning, the Avengers had just made it back to the compound, and they were exhausted. Their most recent mission had been both physically and mentally taxing, and everyone wanted to get some much-deserved rest.

The problem was that nobody wanted to go to bed on an empty stomach, and nobody wanted to take the time to make a meal for a big group. Plus, they had been out all week, so the fridge and pantry both proved useless. Tony couldn’t get a hold of the usual places they ordered food delivery from, and almost everywhere was closed.

So, begrudgingly, everyone piled into a few cars and went into town to find somewhere to eat. Most places were closed, until they saw the bright yellow lights of the legendary Waffle House.

The cars pulled into the parking lot, and a few people groaned. Steve glared at them. “Look, this is the only place that seems to be open, so starve if you want. I’m going to get some food.” Steve had never been to a Waffle House, but he wasn’t opposed to breakfast foods at ungodly hours of the morning, especially when he was as hungry as he was.

Everyone piled into the seats, and they took up most of the small building. A tired-looking teenager handed out some menu cards for them. The poor teen didn’t even recognize them until he handed one to Steve.

She scrunched her eyebrows. “Do I know you?” She asked, oblivious to who she was talking to.

Steve looked sheepish, but Tony was very much not. “Ah, that’s Captain America right there.” Tony patted Steve on the back. “We’re the Avengers.”

The girl’s eyes widened, taking in the information. Unfortunately, because her mind wasn’t functioning, she didn’t really process it. “Uh huh… What can I get you to drink?”

Several members got sodas, despite the caffeine, because they doubted that anything could keep them from sleeping once they finally made it to bed. Peter got orange juice, of course, and Tony tried to order alcohol but was met with a blank stare from the server and instead ordered a simple coke. Tony had been to Waffle House, and he knew they didn’t serve alcohol, but he still figured it was worth a shot.

There wasn’t a lot of chatter that happened between everyone. Loki told everyone that the food options they had on Midgard were atrocious, prompting Thor to tell Loki that he had bad taste in food. If Loki hadn’t been tired as well, Thor would be on the floor with a dagger in his abdomen.

Natasha and Clint quietly discussed the recent mission, trying to stay awake. Wanda tried to get the grime out from under her nails while Peter told everyone jokes to liven up the mood.

The worker came back and collected orders. With the insane amount of food that the group ordered, she alerted them that it might take a little longer than usual because it was three A.M. and there were only two people on staff.

Even if he was tired, Thor was still significantly loud. As he was talking to Bruce, his thundering voice attracted the attention of the line cook who had begun making hashbrowns. The man turned his head to look at the group, also not recognizing them. His co-worker came up to him.

“What’s their deal? Theater troupe or something? They seem to still be in costume.” He didn’t recognize the red, white, and blue suit that Steve had on, or maybe he was just too high and his senses were clouded.

The girl shrugged. “I don’t know, don’t care, let’s just get them their food so they can leave.” She said, beginning to help him prep the food. She didn’t usually make the food, but when you have minimal staff on hand and are feeding literal gods and superhumans, you have to make-do. Especially when Thor alone ordered a stack of pancakes.

“What do you call an alligator wearing a vest?” Peter asked the group, earning no response. He didn’t care, continuing on with the joke. “An In-Vest-Igator!”

Tony sighed, shaking his head. “Kid, we really have to work on your jokes.”

Loki, overhearing Peter’s joke, tilted his head. “You know, I met an alligator version of myself once.”

Bruce looked confused and exasperated, as he usually did. “You know, I don’t know what to do with that information.” He said, just as the food started to be delivered.

Everyone dug in, tired of the crappy mission food they had been living on. Even if he complained some, Loki still cleaned his plate. When they were done eating, there was barely a crumb. Bucky reached for the last piece of piece of bacon on his plate, but Sam stole it out from under him.

This wasn’t the smartest idea, and Bucky would have punched Sam in the face if it wasn’t for his dislocated shoulder on his non-metal arm. He could hit Sam with his metal arm, but that could easily kill him, and even as angry as he was, he didn’t want that. However, Bucky made sure to make a mental note to get Sam back when he wasn’t as tired.

Once everyone was done, they paid, and Tony made sure to leave a hefty tip. The Avengers filed back out, half-asleep now that they had eaten. Steve drove them back to the tower, and everyone went straight to bed. Except for Wanda, who took a quick shower beforehand because she hated going to sleep with blood on her. Even if it wasn’t hers.

Back at the Waffle House, the two underpaid workers stared at the money that was left for them. “Holy shit.” the girl said, a little more awake now that there was an insane amount of money involved.

The guy grabbed the money, and they split it half-half. He put the money in his pocket. “This feels illegal.”

“Who the fuck cares!?” The girl said, throwing her hands up in the air. “I can fucking quit, baby!”

Of course, she couldn’t actually quit because she still needed to keep an income to pay for student loans and all that shit. But still, it was a nice thought.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year

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Body Swap

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: fluff and crack

Request by anon: Read the request here!

Summary: You and Steve switch bodies, and you have to learn how to live in a body that’s much heavier than yours. How will you turn back to normal?

Squares Filled: size difference (2021) for @avengersbingo

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Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

The bed you’re laying on feels different--it’s more firm than what you’re used to. The sliver of sunlight that wakes you up every morning is slightly lower than what you’re used to. You feel heavier all over your body as if someone glued a bunch of weights to your body. Even the smell inside the room is stronger than your perfume, and it smells a bit like the cologne that Steve usually wears.

You open your eyes and immediately know something is off. The mirror that sits in front of your bed is no longer there. In fact, all of your belongings are no longer where they should be. This isn’t even your room, it’s Steve’s.

Did you accidentally fall asleep here with him? You two have been dating for a while, but you haven’t had sex yet. It’s been a slow burn, for sure, but for someone who had their body abused and invaded for so many years by HYDRA, you need time to get used to someone treating it with respect.

Steve understands that, and will give you as much time as you need in order to heal.

If you didn’t sleep with Steve, and you don’t remember why you’re here, then what is going on? Before you have a chance to think about it, you hear a scream come from the room next to Steve’s--yours. It’s not just any scream, that’s your scream.

How can you hear your own voice come from next door if you’re right here?

You scramble to get out of bed, and when you look down, you see why you feel so different than yesterday. You’re looking at Steve’s hands and body. You get up too quickly and end up falling down since you’re not used to carrying his weight.

You crawl to the door and open it before sticking your head outside. Your bedroom door opens and you see yourself come flying out of the room and into the wall.

“Hey, be careful with my body,” you complain.

Whoa, you’re definitely not used to hearing Steve’s voice come out of your mouth. You two have switched bodies, but why? The only thing you can think of is the mission you two went on. A woman who calls herself the Soul Trapper used ancient technology on you, but you were fine after he hit you with it. You were fine for the days following it, but now you’re not.

“What is going on?” Tony asks, coming into the hallway.

Him, Bruce, Wanda, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky gather around to see what’s going on.

“Why are you on the floor?” Sam asks you, thinking you’re Steve.

“I’m not Steve. I’m Y/N.”

“And I’m Steve,” Steve says in your voice.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re on the floor.”

“I’m not used to his body weight. I fell when I tried walking.”

Bucky holds his hand out, and you take it graciously before he helps you to your feet.

“Okay, how did this happen?” Wanda asks.

You tell them your theory about this, but you’re not sure if the mysterious woman is the cause or not. After she hit you and Steve with the artifact, she escaped before you could arrest her.

“Is there something you can do?” Steve asks Bruce.

“I might have something in my lab.”

He, Tony, and Natasha leave for his lab, and Steve follows behind them easily. You, on the other hand, take one step and you’re about to fall.

“Whoa, take it easy,” Sam says, holding you up.

“I got it,” you snap and shrug out of his grip.

You take a few more steps until you get the hang of it. Now that you've got that taken care of, you rush to catch up to the group. Steve is lying on some table as Bruce is putting wires on his head, and Tony directs you to lay on the other table right next to him.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see your brain waves. If I can somehow figure out the pattern, I can try and determine if this is a neurological issue or if it’s a soul issue. If it’s neurological, then I can use your brain patterns as a base to create a serum that will help you switch back if I connect you two to a machine,” Bruce explains as he finishes with Steve.

“What if it’s a soul issue?”

“Then it’s going to be a lot harder to return you to your bodies.”

Bruce places the same kind of wires on your head, and stands behind his computer to start monitoring your brain activity. There is ten minutes of absolute silence, and then Bruce sighs in frustration.

That’s not a good sign.

“I don’t like that sigh, Banner. What is it?” you ask.

“Your brain waves match that of Steve’s, and his brain matches that of yours. It looks like it’s a soul issue. My only theory is that when this Soul Trapper used whatever technology she had on you two, it caused your souls to switch bodies, keeping the natural brain patterns to that of the body.”

“Great,” you groan and yank the wires off your face. You struggle to sit up, but you manage it after a few seconds. “How do we fix us?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Steve asks, doing the same as you.

“I mean I’ve never worked with ancient technology like this, so I’m not sure if I can find a way to reverse what’s been done. The only thing I can think of is getting a hold of that artifact so I can extract the technology from it. If I can combine it with ours, maybe there will be a way to reverse this.”

“So, you’re saying, we’re stuck like this until we can find whoever did this to us?”

“Pretty much,” Bruce nods.

“Tony, it took us three weeks to find that guy. There has to be something someone can do. What about Dr. Strange or Loki? I’m sure Asgard might have something to help us, or that big brain Dr. Strange has. Wanda, surely, you must know what to do.”

“This isn’t magic, Y/N,” she says. “I don’t think magic can reverse this.”

“Good thing is that we tracked him down before, we can do it again,” Natasha says. “Friday still has the parameters from before, so all we have to do is use it again in hopes we can triangulate his location.”

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. Natasha, you and Bruce see if you can get a location on this girl. Me, Wanda, Sam, and Bucky will cover all news reports of suspicious activities around town. There are millions of people in this city, so someone will report this girl sooner or later.”

Natasha and Bruce leave for the command center where Friday is connected to the satellites. Sam, Bucky and Wanda leave to get suited up just in case they come across this guy. They need to be prepared for anything if they do.

“What about us? What can we do?” you ask.

“You two stay here.”

“Tony, come on. If we can help, let us,” Steve says.

“I saw what happened this morning. You don’t know how to operate each other’s bodies. Stay here before you get someone or yourself hurt or worse.”

Tony leaves the lab, and you huff out in frustration.

“I hate not being able to help. I’ve never backed down from a fight before.”

“He’s right, though. How can we help others if we can’t even walk straight without falling?”

The idea lightbulb goes off in your head, and you turn to Steve with a smile.

“You are absolutely right.”

You hop off the table, and with some effort, make it to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To learn this body.”

You leave the lab and head straight for the gym Tony so generously upgraded. Everything here is state-of-the-art, and not one gym in the world has the kind of stuff that’s in here. Simulations, personalized treadmills, and everything else you might need in order to get the best kind of training done.

You head over to the punching bags in hopes you will kill this before moving onto the treadmill. Steve doesn’t have any magical powers, so you’re lucky you don’t have to learn anything like that. If you can master the punching bag, you will be able to convince Tony that you deserve to be out on the field and help them.

You begin punching the bag, but whatever can go wrong, does. Your stance is wrong, whenever you punch the bag, it comes barreling into your gut, and you almost broke your hand with how hard you’re punching it doubled with the wrong angle.

“Fuck! Come on,” you groan.

“I don’t normally use that language. If you’re going to dress the part, may as well play the part right?” Steve says from the door.

“Everything I’ve tried doesn’t work.”

“That’s because you’re using what works for you. You’re not you. You need to learn what works for me.”

“Can you teach me?”

“Tony says we need to stay here.”

“Steve, I can’t sit back and wait for them to get her. She messed with me and my boyfriend. She’s not allowed to get away with that. If I can somehow get this right, then I can prove to Tony we deserve to be out there. Why aren’t you fighting this?”

“If I’m honest, it’s nice to take a step back from it all. But, you’re right. First of all, your stance is all wrong, and you’re throwing punches that aren't utilizing my body weight.”

“Can you show me?”

Steve positions you how he usually stands, and he gives you a few pointers that you burn into your brain. You can’t forget this or else you could get hurt in the field. You throw a few punches to the bag, and this time, it’s a lot easier to control. Steve encourages you to keep going, and before you know it, you’re punching the bag so hard that it falls off the hook and sprays sand everywhere.

“Holy shit!” you laugh. “I did not mean to do that.”

“Yeah, I’ve broken a few bags before. Looks like to me you got it.”

“Well, since you helped me, it’s only fair that I help you. If you want to join me in the field, then you need to know how to use your body like I do.”

In all your years of active training, you’ve shown off how flexible you can be, how to get into hard-to-reach areas, and how to use your weight to your advantage. It’s easy for someone like you to swing up to the rafters and hide in small corners. You’re like a spider on the wall, and you teach Steve how to attack at just the right moment.

“Now that you know and can move your body like I do, are you ready for a one-on-one?”

“Bring it,” Steve grins.

You two begin sparring, using the tips and advice the other gave in order to gain the upper hand. Steve manages to slink around you and trip you, but you’re quick to bounce back from that trick. You throw punch after punch in Steve’s direction, and some do hit him, but he manages to dodge most of them.

By the time you’re both covered in sweat, it’s three hours later.

“You did very well,” you compliment.

“As did you. I think we’re ready.”

“Well, not totally, but I think we can hold our ground long enough to get her. Come on, we should get suited up and head out to Tony.”

It takes thirty minutes for the both of you to get ready. Once you are, you head out in search of your friend. Everyone is tuned in through the comms, so you use that in order to find Tony.

“Tony, we’re here. Put us to work.”

“I thought I told you two to stay inside.”

“We’ve been training the last few hours. We trained enough to stand our ground when we come face-to-face with the Soul Trapper. I can’t stand by knowing you’re putting your life at risk for us. Plus, I really want my body back,” you joke.

“Fine. There’s reports of someone robbing a bank using some kind of magic on Broadway and 96th Street. Go check it out.”

Manhattan is forty-three minutes away from the compound in Westchester County, but with Tony’s fast cars, you make it in twenty. He’s right, there is someone robbing the bank here, and when the person turns to escape, you immediately recognize her.

“Wanda, she’s here. Someone get here quickly. We need back up.”

“Well, well, well. Back for more, I see,” the Soul Trapper grins. “Body Switching is a new one for me, but I underestimated the amount of time it would take you two to get used to each other.”

“Yeah, you thought you could take us down easily. Guess what, we’re a lot stronger than you think.”

“Good, I guess I’ll have to up the dosage then,” she grins evilly.

The artifact in her hand starts to glow, and you get ready for a fight. If she were to point that at anyone else or hit a building, you’re not sure the damage she will be doing. This fight is clearly for someone who has magical abilities, not two trained super soldiers.

Thankfully and luckily, you don’t have to think about what her artifact would do to others. Wanda comes flying to the scene, and she touches down in a blast of red magic.

“How about you pick on someone your own size?”

She conjures up a ball of magic and slams it into the Soul Trapper. The woman goes flying backwards and through the glass window of a nearby cafe. The mysterious woman drops her artifact, but it’s right in the middle of the two magical beings.

“You get the artifact, and I’ll get these people to safety. Use what I taught you and get out of there fast,” you say to Steve.

You rush over to the cafe filled with terrified people. One by one, you get them out to safety, and that’s when Tony, Sam and Bucky show up to help. Sam and Bucky get the people to safety while Tony aids Wanda.

It doesn’t look like she needs help, but Tony is there just in case. Steve runs over to the artifact and grabs it just as Wanda delivers another hurtful blow to the mysterious woman. Steve zigs around everyone to get out of there until he's back by your side.

“I got it,” he grins.

“Tony, we got the artifact,” you say.

The woman gets up to fight but Tony slams down to the ground and points a bunch of rockets and both of his repulsors at her.

“Stand down,” he warns.

The woman accepts defeat, and she locks eyes with you when she knows her artifact is out of reach. Without her precious technology, she is powerless, so the police will be able to deal with her just like everyone else.

With the artifact now in your possession, Bruce is able to do what he said he was going to do, and combine this technology with Tony’s modern one. With Friday’s help, he is able to make a program of sorts. It takes the rest of the day to cook, but once it’s ready, you and Steve will be the guinea pigs.

“Are you ready? I do warn you. I have no idea if this will change you back or make it worse,” Bruce warns.

“What is worse than this? Just give it to us.”

Bruce injects the serum into yours and Steve’s body, and for the first five minutes, nothing happens.

“Did it work?” Tony asks.

“I don’t feel any different. Do y--”

Just then, you tip your head back and yell out as loud as you back before jerking on the table. It’s as if you’re having a seizure, and the same thing happens to Steve. Everyone is on alert, and thankfully, these side effects don’t last very long. You spaz out for two minutes before going completely still.

“Bruce, what did you do to them?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t know. I’ve never dealt with this before.”

You gasp awake and shoot up, scaring everyone. You look down to see your hands and your body. Steve gasps awake as well in his own body.

“Did it work?”

“Hell yeah it worked. Oh, thank the Heavens I didn’t grow two heads or something,” you laugh. “That is some serious shit. If you can study it, then I think that could be of use to us.”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Tony says.

Now that things are back to normal, you can sleep knowing you’ll wake up in your own body. After the dust has settled, you and Steve head back to your rooms to turn in for the night.

“Hey, I gotta ask this one thing,” Steve says, stopping by his door. “Did you look?”

“The first chance I got,” you smile. “Did you look?”

“Yeah,” he blushes.

“I figured as much,” you giggle, and enter your room.

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our-destiny · 1 year

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Day 9 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about a heated debate

A/N: I didn't write yesterday cause I was busy, so I'm doing yesterday's prompt as well as today's prompt. Because of that this is short and terrible, with not a lot of effort put into it, but you're getting two posts today so that'll hopefully make up for it.

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Word count: 314

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"No, pancakes are the best, you can shove your bacon up your ass."

"Bacon is so much better. If you're having pancakes for breakfast, you might as well be eating cake."

Bucky likes pancakes for breakfast. Sam likes bacon. So of course, they had to argue about it.

Sam was standing by the stove, prepared to start making breakfast, while Bucky was standing in the door frame, preventing Sam from making breakfast via arguing with him, and you were sitting at the table in the middle of the room, hearing them argue over the top of your head. You knew you weren't going to get fed until they settled this. If they settled this.

"Can you just get started on it, please? I'm hungry. You can argue while cooking, believe it or not, Sammy."

"No. He's wrong, bacon is superior. Pancakes are for five-year-olds."

"Pancakes are not for five-year-olds. I'm 106, you should respect your elders."

You drop your head onto the table, groaning dramatically at their arguing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this annoying you?" Apparently, this was just the way Sam wanted to spend his morning. "Well, what do you think is better? Bacon or pancakes?" Now the both of them were staring at you, waiting for you to settle this for them.

"I like both." At that they both let out a half-sigh-half-groan. A second later, Sam asks you another question.

"Okay, well, who's your favourite?"

"What?" He can't seriously be asking you who your favourite is.

"Who do you prefer, me or Bucky?" Okay, maybe he is asking you who your favourite is.

Bucky's been silent this whole time. You look over at him, seeing if he's really going along with Sam's lunacy, but he's just standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for you to make your decision.

At this rate you don't think you're ever going to get breakfast.

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Reblogs are probably not deserved but definitely appreciated <33

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shari-berri · 1 year

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Spoilers!

Rewatching Thor (2011) and realized that when Loki falls into the bifrost abyss he t poses his way down. Like not only did he t pose but he also spun. Man looked like a sky dancer 💀 😭

#up all night to get loki #loki (marvel)#loki #mcu #marvel #mcu multiverse #mcu memes #thor odinson #loki odinson #marvel crack #meme #funny #asgardian #loki x reader #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki memes

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 2 years

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Marc: *breaks into Balmoral castle*

Queen: *sees him*

Marc: shh, this is just a dream *runs away*

Marc: *knocks over an amulet*

Marc:

Marc: I'm sure that wasn't important

*next day*

News: The Queen is dead!

Marc: okay, maaaybe it was important

Jake: One down, many to go

Steven: Oh no, oh no, this is not good! The amulett was surely the thing what kept her alive. She is dead because of us!

Marc: So what?

Steven: So what? So what?!

Jake: Eh, Marc's gotta point here. Who cares about this rich old woman anyway? This country seems pretty messed up

Steven: She is- was the Queen of England!

Jake: So? Doesn't mean she was a good person. She caused enough damage and never apologized for the pain her ancestors caused. If you think about it this way, it is a good thing. Good job, Marc

Steven: What?! Now you are complementing him?!

Marc: Come on, Steven, she lived long enough. Besides, wouldn't it be cool to give all those exhibits back to the people they really belong to? The British Empire did steal those

Steven: Yes, I guess...

Marc: Our next mission it is

Jake: *already plotting to kill Charles*