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just-a-strange-boy · 1 year

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slow mornings

Waking up to Stephen might be nothing new to you at this point of your relationship, but you make sure to cherish the moment all the same.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x ftm!Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), unprotected penetrative sex - that's it for this one, it's honestly just unfiltered fluff and sweetness

A/N: listen, I wrote this for Kinktober last year and I'm well aware that this is absolutely not kinky, but my prompt was morning sex, so that's what you're going to get

You simply loved slow mornings with Stephen.

There was something so easy and carefree about it, especially on days like these, when neither of you had to get up early nor felt the need to get the actual morning started, content with just existing and taking the day as it would come.

You had slipped in and out of your slumber, awakened by the first few rays of sunshine seeping through the window, the noises of busy New York streets outside, Stephen gently stirring beside you. Eventually you had just rolled over, abandoning your own bedside, and snuggled up to Stephen's warm form next to you.

While he was seemingly also drifting in and out of sleep, barely conscious, he was welcoming your familiar presence with a low hum from his throat and pulled you into his embrace immediately.

Warm and secure, you were comfortable enough to sink back into sleep.

As the sun finally made its way over to your bed, the bright and warm rays tickling the two of you awake, you discovered yourself pressed tightly to Stephen, your forehead resting against his chest, the familiar warmth and smell surrounding you. You snuggled closer, feeling the arm draped over you shift, Stephen's hand on the broad of your back, his fingers beginning to lazily travel across your skin.

Feeling his touch was thoroughly enjoyable, as it always was, and you hummed softly at the affectionate gesture, planting a few small kisses to your partner's chest in return.

"Mmh, this is nice", Stephen grumbled in response, his hand skirting up your spine, eventually reaching your nape, gently stroking over the back of your head, "Should do this more often."

"Yeah, we should", you mused, voice a little hoarse from sleep, and only slightly drew back, crooking your neck to look up at him, "But every time I do want to cuddle, you usually just fall asleep, old man."

Stephen looked so handsome – not exactly new facts – partly illuminated by the sun right now, seeming at ease and like he had had a good night's rest, his face a little rumpled from sleep, hair all messy, eyes tired though shining the same mesmerizing blue as they always did.

"Okay, meanie", the sorcerer spoke, a slight smile appearing on his lips, "I love waking up to you. Always a pleasure to have you in my bed too.” Stephen yawned then, scrunching his nose right afterwards in a way you thought was simply adorable. “Wish we could spend all day like this, just the two of us, in bed."

"Agreed", you shuffled upwards, not wanting to escape from Stephen's hold, but to bring you almost face to face, "Though Cloak will probably kick us out of bed sooner or later."

"It better not try", Stephen mumbled, trying to repress another yawn and failing miserably, sleep-ridden eyes drifting over your face as he began toying with your hair, carding his fingers through the strands you had decided to grow out again. "I'm really liking this look on you", he added.

“Care to elaborate why, Doctor Strange?", you requested.

While Stephen was never shy of complimenting you, he usually refrained from being too focused on outward appearance or having preferences about it.

The way you wore your hair had never been an issue or something he had seemed to be focused on in the past, whether it reached your shoulders like it did now or was cut significantly shorter, but that didn't mean he didn't care for it. He loved brushing through it, toying with it, fingers gently rubbing circles into your scalp – and of course, grabbing a fistful to tug on them when things got heated in the bedroom.

"Can't put my finger on it", Stephen murmured, "Just looks nice. Not that you don't always do."

"Flattery will get you anywhere, you charmer", you mused and leaned in to steal a quick kiss from him, sneaking your own arm around his mid, absentmindedly beginning to caress Stephen's lower back, your hand occasionally landing a little beneath the waistline, cupping a feel as you went to squeeze his firm ass, not that he seemed to mind.

"I hope it will", was all he said to that, accepting your cheekiness without protest.

He shifted, wedging one leg between yours, resting it there for a moment, simply slotted together. His fingertips continued to gently play with your hair, but there was a change of expression you didn't fail to notice. A mischievous glint in his eyes, a knowing smirk on his lips.

You should have been expecting something, knowing that he would not let you have fun all by yourself, but it still caught you off-guard when he hitched his thigh further up between yours, lightly pressing it against your crotch. Such a small movement, seeming so innocent, and yet it sent a pang of pleasure right through you.

"Seems like someone is in the mood", you chuckled after overcoming the initial surprise, definitely being in the mood yourself, enjoying the littlest bit of the friction he allowed you, his strong thigh against your core. He was obviously doing so with slight amusement, pleased with the responses he earned from you.

Because oh boy, did you react. There was no way in heaven you would have been able to resist him when he was tempting you like this.

You leaned in to kiss Stephen again, slow and lazy and sloppy, dragging your mouth over his, your tongue dancing along the seam of his lips, before finding Stephen's.

There was no need for passion, the tender strokes of your tongues circling each other as you deepened the kiss all you could focus on. Enough to infatuate you completely.

You shifted your hips forward, needing to be even closer to him, unable to avoid grinding into his thigh, interested in what he was suggesting, curious as to what he was planning. Keeping your hand on Stephen's ass, you urged him to press further into you too, wanting him as close as humanely possible, your bodies melting into one with legs entangled.

It was perfect the way it was, a morning like this, and you would have been more than fine with this by itself, warm and safe in Stephen's embrace, hands trailing each others bodies, holding each other so close and soft kisses being shared between you.

But with the connection of your hips, the way you were craving to seek out more friction, every little shift of Stephen against you sending another wave of pleasure to your groin, you began wanting more quickly, convinced to take all that Stephen would give you this morning and hungrily devour all of his little affections.

Thanks to rarely matching schedules, causing you both to be busy at different times of day, Stephen's obligations as well as his usual exhaustion whenever he came back home, there had only been a few occasions for intimacy in the last few weeks.

With a partner like Stephen, you had learned to grasp the opportunity before it slipped away.

And since the two of you were apparently both getting horny now, who were you not to make use of that?

You were only slowly grinding against Stephen's thigh, chasing more of that sweet friction, no doubt wanting to have more of him, telling him what you desired without needing to use words.

The sorcerer understood you all too well and chuckled against your lips in return, pleased with your reaction to his advances and your growing desperation, trying to keep your mouth busy with sloppy kisses as began to gently rock against you, probably trying to make you aching for it, drawing small moans from you again and again, and reveling in them.

He knew damn well what he was doing to you.

"I love it when you're needy", Stephen grinned, his voice only a whisper against your lips, his hand on your back traveling lower and lower, until he reached your butt, squeezing lightly, keeping you close as he rolled his hips into yours another time.

“Good to know I'm not the only one", you replied, noticing Stephen's own and very evident arousal pressed against you, bringing your lips together for another kiss.

It was all tender touches and unfiltered sweetness, relishing in each others affections, hands wandering as you softly rocked against one another, arousal heightening with every move, the need for each other growing by the second.

Though there was no rush to get anywhere at all, neither of you trying to chase your own pleasure. You simply stayed focused on the other, every kiss and every touch testimony to the wonderful love you shared.

Eventually Stephen withdrew, causing you to protest with a whimper, before you understood what he was planning. He softly urged you to turn onto your back with a little nudge, making sure your head was comfortably bedded on the pillows, before he came to kneel between your legs, leaning forward, his comfortable warmth returning to your body.

While his mouth busied itself with peppering small kisses all over your neck and jaw, he began to carefully trail his hands up and down the length of your torso, stroking your sides where you just happened to be awfully ticklish, eliciting a few soft giggles (and a swat of the hand) from you.

"Stop it, Stephen Strange", you huffed in protest, though not expecting him to listen whatsoever. He would do as he pleased and you would let him. You would let him do anything.

"Never", the culprit spoke, continuing to tease you with his gentle fleeting touches and those small wandering kisses that drove you crazy. He mapped out all of you, though already more than familiar with your body, the spots and freckles all over your shoulders and chest, every scar and ridge, his beard tickling your skin as his mouth traveled along.

He always took such good care of you, paying attentions to the zones of your body that really got you going, apparently convinced to take his time with you instead of letting you mindlessly grind against each other like in heat. You wouldn't have minded that either, but for this morning the slow pace was simply perfect.

You thought it was only fair that you responded to him with equal affection, caressing whatever part you could reach of him, whether it were Stephen's strong shoulders, his upper back, the nape of his neck or even his head, brushing your fingers through the bed-ridden hair.

No way in the world you could ever get enough of this. You certainly never wanted to let go off him, didn't want him to part from you. Stay like this forever, just Stephen and you. You urged him to move upwards again and let your mouths slide together once more.

There was no denying. You needed each other.

It was a quiet understanding, a suggestion without deliberation, as Stephen broke the kiss the sit back up, taking charge of the situation as he went to fetch something from the bedside table. He used the moment to slip out of his underwear, visibly aroused from these little affections alone, and moved back to kneel between your legs, parting them further, making space for him.

Hands stroking up and down your thighs, his fingers danced along the inner sides, teasing the sensitive skin, trailing closer and closer to your core, reaching the hems of your underwear, but avoiding to touch you where you ached to be touched the most.

There was a certain look fleeting over Stephen's face as he glanced back up at the you, a quiet request, and you nodded as a sign of clear consent. Gods, you must have been smiling at the sorcerer like he was the best thing in the fucking world.

Who could blame you though? He undoubtedly was.

You felt heat rising up to your cheeks, a certain excitement rippling through you, in nothing but pure anticipation as Stephen stripped you carefully off the last piece of fabric remaining between the two of you.

Your heart fluttered too, adoring the way that Stephen still took his time with you, even after fully undressing, insistent on truly enjoying all of you, hands caressing your stomach, the curve of your hips, your thighs again.

Every single bit of love that Stephen offered to you, you simply sucked right up.

It took a lot of your self-composure to not just start begging for more, not wanting to ruin the quiet moment of anticipation, though you sure wanted and were more than ready, completely wet with arousal. And he could read you well, knowing exactly when it was time to place his hands where.

A shaky breath was escaping your lungs as the tension was close to getting fully unbearable, one of his hands finally delving to the apex of your thighs. Gently nudging you with his fingers, you tried to stop yourself from pressing upwards into his touch and failed miserably, a desperate whine passing your lips.

Using the pad of his thumb to rub over the swollen nub, drawing small circles over it, Stephen took care of this part of you as thoroughly as he had done with any other, knowing how much you loved being touched there, making you surrender completely to him. You were turning to putty under his hands, always.

You looked up at the sorcerer, who so adoringly smiled back at you, understanding your needs and wants immediately as he continued his mission to bring you pleasure, his fingers sliding to the wetness of your entrance, soon joined by the added slickness of some lube, allowing him to open you up as carefully as ever.

So painfully sweet and slow.

"Stephen, please", you only whimpered, welcoming the intrusion of his fingers, the slow strokes brushing past your walls as he was scissoring you open, working them over the spot he knew made you react all too well. Heavenly. Could have let him done this for hours. Could have come on his fingers alone. But if you were to finish, you wanted to do so with Stephen inside of you, together.

He deserved the same exact attention as you did after all.

"I need you, Stephen", you added, pressing further into the touch, urging his fingers to slide deeper into you, requesting more, "Need all of you."

“Your wish is my command", the sorcerer chuckled, pulling back his fingers, leaving you all slick and open and aching for more. He took a moment to prepare his cock with another drip of lube, before sliding back up the length of your body, capturing your lips in a kiss that was nothing but sweet and wholesome.

You used the chance and reached down between your bodies, your fingers coming to wrap around his hardness – warm, rigid, pulsing – and align him with your entrance right away. Not quite letting him push inside, you teased him as he had done with you, sliding his throbbing member up and down your wet folds in a way that made Stephen groan so adorably.

"You'll be the death of me yet", he huffed into the kiss.

"I hope not", you muttered and took him in slowly, wanting to feel every single moment, every single bit of the familiar stretch of his cock, every inch of him filling you up. Bodies flush with heat and downright shaking with want, you let Stephen take the reins then and he took them without a moment of consideration, drawing back before burying himself entirely within you another time and then again and again and again, his thrusts gentle and mindful and deep, rocking your hips together.

You slid one hand into his messy hair, pulled him into another kiss immediately, brushing your mouths together, busying your tongues, wholly content as Stephen made sure to take care of you in the best way possible, making love to you in the soft glow of the morning sun.

So you held him close, as close as you could get him, throwing your arms around the broad shoulders, legs clinging around him, locking him in your embrace, to keep him as near as possible and take him in deep every time, basking in the feeling of intimacy.

You were overcome by plenty sensations, but there were only a few thoughts crossing your mind. How good Stephen was to you. How he felt within you. How thorough he was being with you. How wonderful it was being with him. How much love he was giving you. How much you loved this man.

There was no other for you. He was the one. And you were his.

Filling you up over and over again, moving with an ease and devotion to bring pleasure to you, making you feel all warm and gooey with affection, you kept kissing him with a grin sticking to your lips that said more than words ever could have.

You shared a moan once in a while, hot breath brushing over your lips, sweet words of praise passing between the two of you then.

Something about your connection was wholly indescribable. Even though it remained unsaid, you had no doubt Stephen felt it too, the way you melted into one another, like two pieces that were meant to be slotting together, this kind of belonging, only whole with the other around.

He kept thrusting into you in the same gentle, thorough pace the entire time, muttering and mumbling and moaning, and you wouldn't have wanted it any differently today. When the pleasure became too much to remain silent, too distracting to keep kissing as moans and groans spilled between you, you ease your hold around him a little, allowing your head so sink back into the pillows.

You couldn't help but look at Stephen instead, watching him, your wonderful and loving and attentive Stephen, whose eyes were shining this bright blue and fixed on you, untamed hair falling into his forehead, his gray temples that you adored so much, the sharp lines of his face, the curve on his lips. You brought up one of your hands to his cheek, cradling his jaw.

"I love you", you sighed, words you had often spoken to him and always meant them too, words you would never grow tired of saying to Stephen, whether it was after long days of not seeing each other, during dinner or movie night, just randomly in between the day, or like now in bed, driven by lust and affection.

Because it was true. God, it was so true and real.

Stephen accepted your words with a gratuitous smile. "I love you too", he muttered, gently coming to a halt within you, staying buried deep inside of you as he bowed down to kiss you again.

Once he started moving again, your small confessions hanging in the air between you, you noticed his tender thrusts got a little more needy, a little more passionate, a little more desperate to finally chase that pleasure.

You weren't complaining at all, welcoming the change of rhythm, knowing by the way Stephen shuddered and groaned and seemed to lose himself in the embrace that he was getting close.

There was something immensely sexy about the way Stephen made passionate love to you, and you were adoring the heartfelt emotion displayed in every move, in every moan, in every sweet word. There was just nothing more pleasurable about being taken care of like this, with thoroughness, so fixed on bringing enjoyment to the other person.

It was hot to acknowledge how Stephen let go off all his restraints, letting himself fall, being himself and unashamed of feeling so strongly about you, allowing himself to lose his composure, giving into his own pleasure.

So you held him close again as his head slumped forward, face buried somewhere in the crook of your neck, warm breath and lips ghosting over your skin, spreading kisses and little love bites all over it.

You brushed a hand over the nape of his neck, letting the other one rake over his back, lightly scratching the skin, Stephen's muscles winding under your touch, an evident shudder running through his body as he began panting harder against your throat. He was tensing, close to the edge, exasperated.

"Love you so much", you whispered right into his ear, holding him even tighter as the stutter of his hips set in, his thrusts became lousy and erratic – faster, slower, shallow, deeper, steady on, holding in.

"Let go, Stephen", you continued sweetly, placing a kiss against his graying temple, before a moan slipped past your lips as he hit just the right spot within you, causing your walls to clench around him in return. He did it all over again, settling back in a steadier rhythm, eager to find the spot that made you respond to him again.

"So good, so good", you went on muttering, praising, holding him, clinging onto him, pressing yourself into the last few ardent thrusts, feeling your pleasure built to enormous heights, sensing it wouldn't take long now, for either of you.

"Come for me, Stephen, please", you whined into his ear and locked your legs tighter around him, making sure to keep him in deep, not ever wanting to let go of your wonderful Stephen.

And that was what toppled him over the edge. With the sweetest groan leaving his throat, an amalgamation of swearing and praising and sounds that didn't make sense at all, Stephen finally found his pleasure right there, right then.

Buried to the hilt within you, he spilled inside of you, driving you over the edge, your orgasms washing over the two of you, and it was just perfect.

You were utterly and completely enamored by it, by him, trembling and shuddering and panting atop of you, undeniably happy, grinning broadly, and gladly accepted that Stephen needed time to come back down from his high, murmuring and huffing against your skin, the tension leaving his body, covering you with all of his warmth. He remained right where he was, still fully inside of you.

"Fuck... fuck... you're so good to me", he whispered, a little breathless still, "Always so good, darlin'."

"You're one to talk", you huffed, gently patting his head, stroking his messy hair, "Love you lots, Dr Strange."

"Love you more", Stephen chuckled into the crook of your neck, finding the strength in himself to look back up, pressing the softest kiss to your lips, "I could stay like this all day long." It was sickeningly sweet, the way he was melting into you, proving to you how utterly obsessed and in love he was. All hard and stoic demeanor on the outside, but like this - in private, when it was just the two of you - soft and caring and so wholesome.

You beamed up at him with a smile.

"Mmh, I don't dislike the idea." You were willing to accept of your fate now, if it was going to be like this, even remaining conjoined after being fully satiated, though having Stephen inside of you the entire time would have certainly driven you crazy at some point, craving to have him again eventually, if not leaving you completely oversensitive and overstimulated.

"But if we keep staying like this, it would definitely lead to a second round and we need to be careful with your old bones", you snickered then, planting a kiss to the corner of his mouth and peppering his face with many, many more.

Stephen gave you a soft laugh that made your heartstrings flutter with affection. “Try me”, he chuckled.

To no surprise, there definitely was a second round, putting your stamina to the test. Only remaining entangled and cuddling for a moment, basking in each others and the sun's warmth now fully covering them, before Stephen decided to return to his favorite task: mapping out your body with his hands and mouth, with him ending up between your legs, eating you out until you were nothing but a quivering and whining mess, coming apart for him.

Stephen was very eager to prove his age was nowhere near becoming an issue and had given you not one but two orgasms that made your mind run blank for at least a couple of minutes.

After that, some more cuddling, your stomachs grumbling with a hunger for something other than sex and managing to make your way out of bed eventually, you even decided to wait for breakfast a little longer and had a third round in the shower.

So yeah, you definitely loved slow mornings with Stephen.

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doctorstrangeaskblog · 2 years

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Things Stephen does but people seem to forget

Lies a lot

Acts dorky when he's relaxed

Tries to make the people he cares about laugh

Hip wiggle when he's anxious

Covers lips when almost can't deal with a situation

Nose wrinkle when he's frustrated

Squints when sunlight

Squints when arguing

He cries A LOT (eyes pooled with water do count as crying, he just doesn't let them fall)

Despite the extroverted dorky persona, he seems to be introverted

Has at least 2 family traumas

Possible ADHD but not enough to be a disorder per se (at the library he had either to be studying and eating something or exploring or asking questions, practicing spells without even finishing to read, taking many books at once, hard time getting to focus, hard time breaking from focus, accelerated thinking most of the time.)

Can "multitask". In truth, no one can ACTUALLY multitask is all the tasks involve communication/language, but when he was at the restaurant/cafe with Wong and America, 3 people asked 3 questions at the same time and he managed to answer them all without having to ask anyone to repeat.

So much need to be loved, melts at any sign of affection

Jokingly flirts with people but would have no idea of what to do if they flirted back.

Despite his argumentative skills, he hates to ignore the truth

Being interrupted makes him very annoyed

Stephen is a very good actor

He can read people's aggressive intentions very well

Apparently he enjoys spending more time at Kamar Taj than being alone at the Sanctum

He's probably the most determined and stubborn sorcerer in Kamar Taj

He might have a hard time starting something new but the speed in which he learns and evolves is insanely high

He thinks so so so so much and that makes him very tired.

Protective AF if he cares

Protective AF even if he doesn't know you and injustice is being done

Can be a meanie (Pizza Poppa)

Telekinesis can lift and smash a bus (12-14 tons)

Likes to show off a lot

Hates so much when people have the wrong idea about him/believe in lies

Cares about what people think, despite trying not to care

#doctor strange #stephen strange #marvel #mcu #benedict cumberbatch #doctor strange 2 #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #meta #doctor strange headcanon #this is way more meta than headcanon

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slverjohn · 6 months

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not to be a meanie on main but zach and hannah are by FAR the weakest actors in black sails and it shows every time one of them has to act with toby stephens

#I'M SORRY #i'm rewatching s1 and it's like #honey you are out of your league here

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yeonboy · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ♡ choi yeonjun // profiles [1]

↦ keeho's hoes (reader & squad);

After facing disappointment with love for years upon years, you have chosen to replace romance with dance in your life, dedicating your entire time to this dance academy you’re employed at. It’s not that you hate men now, you just don’t expect to fall for them anymore because all they do is break your heart. And then Choi Yeonjun enters your life as a new recruit at the academy – sweet, adorable, soft spoken, kind and younger than you. He is everything you have never found attractive in a guy before. But somehow, you’re helplessly spiraling for him.

— masterlist | next

↣ dancingshoez & privbizniz | reader, ’98 – senior hip-hop coach at JMDA. used to make dance covers on YouTube where she was discovered by jimin and approached for a collab, 3 years ago. she ended up joining JMDA. hasn't been lucky with romance her whole life; has accepted the spinster lifestyle.

↣ soobadatthis | choi soobin, ’00 – pre-school teacher and reader's childhood neighbour turned best friend. kinda introverted, used to be a loner until reader threatened persuaded him to befriend all her friends. not a big fan of social media. has a crush on a student's guardian elder sister and is embarrassed about it.

↣ kkkuraaa | miyawaki sakura, ’98 – contemporary assistant at JMDA, became a good friend of reader's over the years. used to be a back-up dancer for a k-pop idol. reader discovered her instagram and asked her to hold a mini class, after which she ended up joining as a tutor.

↣ leekeeho_ | lee “stephen” keeho, ’01 – posture and expressions expert at JMDA, part of the hip-hop group. the only core member of jimin's original dance group that stepped up as a coach. way too blunt for his own good. a full-time meanie who is only ever nice to the reader. used to have a crush on soobin, but now they're good friends.

↣ terryunk | kang taehyun, ’02 – part of hip-hop crew, specializes in popping and locking. kind of a gym rat. everyone suspects he's having an affair with someone at the gym, but they don't have proof. has known soobin since middle school but didn't get close to him until reader intervened and forced them all into a groupchat. youngest, but the only one with working braincells; usually responsible for putting out fires among his group of friends.

— masterlist | next

❧ note! aaand it begins! aiming at a bi-weekly update, but let's see how much time life allows me TT ps. i am not a professional dancer so a lot of the dance academy talk may or may not make sense to the experts - but we're here for the angst and the romance and not the technicalities! 😤 ashahsds i am so sorry 🙏

let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

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cecilyacat · 3 months

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BBC Big Read List

Many years ago, I first started tallying the books from the BBC Big Read list, seeing how my reading and interests correllate. I don't take it as the "one truth" on which books are worth reading or "good", I just find it interesting which ones I agree with. Let's go!

Out of the BBC's "The Big Read" list from 2005, which ones did you read, plan to read or started to read, but didn't finish? The ones I read are fat, the ones I still want to read are in italics, the ones I started but didn't finish are crossed out and all the other ones I have either never heard of before or never wanted to read them.

1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien 2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen 3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman 4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams 5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling 6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee 7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne 8. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell 9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis 10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë 11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller 12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (and I thought it was horrible. But I wanted to finish it!) 13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks 14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier 15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger 16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame 17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens 18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott 19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres 20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy 21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell 22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling 23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling 24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling 25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien 26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy 27. Middlemarch, George Eliot 28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving 29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck 30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll 31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson 32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez 33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett 34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens 35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl 36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson 37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute 38. Persuasion, Jane Austen 39. Dune, Frank Herbert 40. Emma, Jane Austen 41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery 42. Watership Down, Richard Adams 43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald 44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas 45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh 46. Animal Farm, George Orwell 47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens 48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy 49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian 50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher

51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett (and I love it) 52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck (didn't finish it in school but want to try again) 53. The Stand, Stephen King 54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy 55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth 56. The BFG, Roald Dahl 57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome 58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell 59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer 60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky 61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman 62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden 63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens 64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough 65. Mort, Terry Pratchett 66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton 67. The Magus, John Fowles 68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman 69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett 70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding 71. Perfume, Patrick Süskind 72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell 73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett 74. Matilda, Roald Dahl 75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding 76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt 77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins 78. Ulysses, James Joyce 79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens 80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson 81. The Twits, Roald Dahl 82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith 83. Holes, Louis Sachar 84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake 85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy 86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson 87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley 88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons 89. Magician, Raymond E Feist 90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac 91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo 92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel 93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett 94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho 95. Katherine, Anya Seton 96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer 97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez 98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson 99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot 100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie

101. Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K. Jerome 102.Small Gods, Terry Pratchett 103. The Beach, Alex Garland 104. Dracula, Bram Stoker 105. Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz 106. The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens 107. Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz 108. The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks 109. The Day Of The Jackal, Frederick Forsyth 110. The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson 111. Jude The Obscure, Thomas Hardy 112. The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged 13¾, Sue Townsend 113. The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat 114. Les Misérables, Victor Hugo 115. The Mayor Of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy 116. The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson 117. Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson 118. The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde 119. Shogun, James Clavell 120. The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham 121. Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson 122. Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray 123. The Forsyte Saga, John Galsworthy 124. House Of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski 125. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver 126. Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett 127. Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging, Louise Rennison 128. The Hound Of The Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle 129. Possession, A. S. Byatt 130. The Master And Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov 131. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood 132. Danny The Champion Of The World, Roald Dahl 133. East Of Eden, John Steinbeck 134. George's Marvellous Medicine, Roald Dahl 135. Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett 136. The Color Purple, Alice Walker 137. Hogfather, Terry Pratchett 138. The Thirty-Nine Steps, John Buchan 139. Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson 140. Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson 141. All Quiet On The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque 142. Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson 143. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby 144. It, Stephen King 145. James And The Giant Peach, Roald Dahl 146. The Green Mile, Stephen King 147. Papillon, Henri Charriere 148. Men At Arms, Terry Pratchett 149. Master And Commander, Patrick O'Brian 150. Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz

151. Soul Music, Terry Pratchett 152. Thief Of Time, Terry Pratchett 153. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett 154. Atonement, Ian McEwan 155. Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson 156. The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier 157. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey 158. Heart Of Darkness, Joseph Conrad 159. Kim, Rudyard Kipling 160. Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon 161. Moby Dick, Herman Melville 162. River God, Wilbur Smith 163. Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon 164. The Shipping News, Annie Proulx 165. The World According To Garp, John Irving 166. Lorna Doone, R. D. Blackmore 167. Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson 168. The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye 169. The Witches, Roald Dahl 170. Charlotte's Web, E. B. White 171. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley (I've read excepts for uni) 172. They Used To Play On Grass, Terry Venables and Gordon Williams 173. The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway 174. The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco 175. Sophie's World, Jostein Gaarder 176. Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson 177. Fantastic Mr Fox, Roald Dahl 178. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov 179. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach 180. The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery 181. The Suitcase Kid, Jacqueline Wilson 182. Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens 183. The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay 184. Silas Marner, George Eliot 185. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis 186. The Diary Of A Nobody, George and Weedon Grossmith 187. Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh (I stopped after the toilet-scene. Too disgusting) 188. Goosebumps, R. L. Stine 189. Heidi, Johanna Spyri 190. Sons And Lovers, D. H. LawrenceLife of Lawrence 191. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera 192. Man And Boy, Tony Parsons 193. The Truth, Terry Pratchett 194. The War Of The Worlds, H. G. Wells 195. The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans 196. A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry 197. Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett 198. The Once And Future King, T. H. White 199. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle 200. Flowers In The Attic, Virginia Andrews

Read: 57 Want to read: 60

Some of the books to read I know very little about except the title and that they're classics, some others I know a lot about (and I even have "Men at Arms" on my TBR pile for when the mood strikes me next). I like reading classics once in a while, but especially older ones I can't read too often, I need to be in the right mood for that style of writing.

The last time I updated this was in 2015 and I had read 44 and wanted to read 72 - so 15 books in 9 years xD Like I said, it's not a challenge or a goal to read all of them, just a convenient way of keeping track of which classics I want to read eventually.

#my actual life #bbc big read #books

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Audio transcript:

Interviewer: I was- I was interviewing, um, the Blue Meanies, and they said they went to a show, and they were like, it's the big thing in Australia, is to chunk your stuff at your favorite band- Stephen Malkmus: What kind of band are they? I: Um, they're- SM: Punk? I: No, more- SM: Like Green Day? I: Not like Green Day, but like ska, and a little bit of punk. SM: Well, ska, there you go. I: Yeah, okay, that's what it is. SM: Slash off like forty IQ points. I: Oh, ouch! SM: That's what happens. I: Oh, you're mean! SM: I like old ska. I like ska, in fact. I: I like old ska too. SM: I like mindless things. Just kidding.

WRAS, 1999

#stephen malkmus #edited for time fyi

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Barbie and the 900 Followers

HOLY SHIZZZ!!! I'm freaking out in silence but I am just extremely thankful to have met so many amazing folks like y'all! I love you guys for real 🥹🫶🏽

Since the Barbie movie releases in almost a year, I thought I'd hype up the movie in advance with a Barbie themed sleepover. No sleepover is complete without our fave doll 😊 Plus, Simu is in it so I gotta give the husband my full support bahaha

*in Margot Robbie's Barbie voice* NOW WHO'S READY FOR SOME FUN????

In the Barbie world:

Starts: July 16 @ 9am (PST)

Ends: July 18 @ 11:59pm (PST)

You are welcome to send in asks before the sleepover starts, but I won’t start responding to them until the start time.

As always, please be 18+ to participate! If I do not see any indication of your age in your bio or you do not have any posts/reblogs, you will be blocked! No exceptions!!

You don’t have to be following me to participate. Everyone is welcome 😊

I disabled anon feature to avoid meanies and minors.

Please send one emoji per ask. You don’t have to worry about spamming my inbox, I will see everything 😉

I will not write/discuss anything revolving around non-con, underage, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, blood kinks (only exception is vampire AU if applicable), incest, step-cest, foot fetish, pregnancy/babies.

I only write for female reader inserts with no specific race/ethnicity, hair/eye/skin color, body type, etc.

I reserve the right to deny writing/discussing any other things that make me uncomfortable.

C'mon Barbie, let's go party!

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Life in plastic 👠 - Send me a hottie and a prompt from one of lists below and I'll write a quick fic (feel free to add AUs/tropes/etc. for some flavor)

fluff/smut/physical || angst 1 & 2

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Feel the glamour in pink 💖 - the floor is yours to get to know me better, thirst over a hottie, talk about your day, etc. Please just be respectful and do not send me any celeb discourse!

Oh, I love you, Ken 💘

♥ Real life hotties ♥

Simu Liu*, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Austin Butler*, Barry Keoghan, Andrew Garfield, Harry Styles, Oscar Isaac, Michael B. Jordan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Hayden Christensen

♥ Fictional hotties ♥

Marvel: Loki Laufeyson, Xu Shang-Chi/Shangqi*, Peter Parker (any variant), Xu Wenwu, Erik Kilmonger, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson*, Druig, Kingo, Eros/Starfox, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff (Age of Ultron), Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Moonknight (all alters)*, Stephen Strange

Star Wars: Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker*, Obi Wan Kenobi, Poe Dameron

Other: Kim Jung* (Kim’s Convenience), any of Sim Liu’s SNL characters (I am dead serious), Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive), Johnathan Pine (The Night Manager), Robert Laing (High Rise), James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island), Nathan Drake (Uncharted), Arvin Russel (The Devil All The Time)

An * indicates who I am simping for most at the moment and highly encourage asks for them!

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Endgame I | Dark Phoenix Series P.3

Takes place during the first act of Avengers: Endgame

Read parts 1 & 2 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Dr. Evelyn Alice Stark (OC)/The Eagle/Host of the Phoenix Force, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch (platonic), Doctor Stephen Strange (implied romance), Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (implied romance), Tony Stark (platonic/Nephew), Howard Stark (Platonic/brother), Steve Rogers (platonic/best friend)—a lot of the marvel characters will be involved in this series since it take place during phase 3 & 4.

Content Warnings: angst, aftermath of near-death experience, profanity | Female OC (she/her) | Read time: roughly 15 minutes

Premise: Following the defeat against Thanos, Evelyn Stark is stuck in a coma after absorbing an unknown entity on Titan when she was on the brink of death. 22 days pass of being stranded before they are safely brought to Earth, where they face the catastrophic aftermath of Thanos’ victory. The remaining Avengers are at a loss, unsure of how to go forward, and the only one who can give some insight of what may have happened to Eve, is the God of Thunder.

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Space. The ‘final frontier’ as Star Trek would say. The endless void of darkness and silence. Where the light one sees from the neighboring stars and galaxies are actually glimpses of the past.

There, thousands of light years from Earth, a lone spaceship glides away after losing the last bit of power it had.

“This thing on?” A whirring sound of the helmet powering up gives Tony some satisfaction. “Hey. Miss Potts. Pep. If you find this recording, don’t post it on social media. It’s gonna be a real tear jerker.” He leans against the wall of the ship, groaning a bit. “I don't know if you're ever gonna see these. I don’t even know if you’re still……..Oh, God, I hope so. Today is day twenty-one—no, uh, twenty-two. You know, if it wasn’t for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I’d say I’m feeling a little better today.

Tony thinks back to earlier in the day when Nebula helped him patch up the stab wound on his side. “Infection’s run its course. Thanks to the Blue Meanie back there. Oh, you’d love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic.”

He then relays the update on their situation, grimacing and glancing briefly to his right out the window. “So, the fuel cells were cracked during battle and we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge and bought ourselves about forty-eight hours of flight time.” He pauses to sigh, “Uh, but it’s now dead in the water. Thousand light years from the nearest 7-Eleven.”

“Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning and that’ll be it,” Tony doesn’t mention how they’ve also run out of food. Nebula refused to have her half of the last bag and encouraged Tony to finish it. The man turns his gaze to his left, eyes falling on the figure laying still on a table. A shaky breath leaves him, “Eve is….Eve’s still comatose. I’ve had to shock her a few times with what little power I still have. She’s still breathing—which is a relief, but I honest to God don’t know how. Whatever she absorbed—whatever went in her, is keeping her alive.”

The image of Eve on Titan flashes in his mind. The sight of her bruised and bloody body impaled on a rock by her own wing. The horrified look on her face when she realized the flare-like force was coming at her. The explosion that shook the ground.

And her screams. The gut-wrenching screams.

Tony could still hear them, often waking up at night in a sweat because they would ring in his ear. “When she wakes up—,” he brings his hand to his face, rubbing the scruff along his jaw. “If she wakes up, I-I don’t know what we’ll find. If she'll still be our Eve.” He casts another look in her direction, “But then again, I don’t think at this rate we’ll ever know.”

“Pep, I know I said no more surprises but I gotta say I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like.. well, you know what it looks like.” He leans forward, looking into the eyes of the helmet. “Don’t feel bad about this. I mean, actually, if you grovel for a couple weeks and then move on with enormous guilt….” The words fall flat as exhaustion overtakes him. “I should probably lie down for a minute. Go rest my eyes.”

Tony rubs his face before glancing back at the helmet, “Please know, when I drift off, it’ll be like every night lately. I’m fine. Totally fine,” he assures, as if she were right in front of him. His fingers then tap the helmet right between the eyes, “I dream about you. Because it’s always you.”

Reluctantly, Tony brings his hand around the device to power it off. It clicks, the eyes dimming to signal the recording ended. Pulling his around his arms and bidding Eve one last glance, Tony leans onto his side before slowly letting the exhaustion take over. He almost feels a sense of peace.

That if this was his last night breathing, at least it would be in his sleep.

Some time later when Tony finally succumbed to sleep, Nebula approaches to check on him. She nudges him onto his back before gently helping the man into a chair. The action makes him shift, and Nebula give a light squeeze his shoulder. She made no sound as she walked away, passing by Eve with a solemn expression.

It was unreal how Nebula could literally feel the heat radiating off the woman. It made her flinch, remembering the burning sensation she felt when she and Tony attempted to move Eve onto the ship. Her one flesh palm was badly burned and Tony had to use what little juice he had in his iron glove to give to her.

They eventually had to skid Eve onto the broken wing of her suit in order to carry her. They feared the metal would melt, but luckily it held. Then there was the matter of getting her on the table. So far it was withstanding the woman star-like temperature—no sign of the steel weakening. Tony had run one last thermal scan and it appeared by the day it was slowly decreasing.

It was as though Eve was adapting to it.

Some time had passed before a brightness pooled behind Tony’s eyes. The sleepiness faded away at the sound of a distant boom, Tony lifting a hand to shield his face. The glow grew stronger causing the man to become fully awake. That’s when he saw something approaching the ship.

At first fear consumed him. It looked very similar to the orange flare on Titan, though this was visibly smaller. The bright light came closer until it was directly in front of Tony and the only thing separating them was the glass windshield of the ship.

Tony stayed frozen as the light began to fade before the form of a woman took over. She had glowing eyes which then dimmed to human-like and blonde hair fell down to her shoulders. There was a golden diamond-like star on the chest of her suit.

Within seconds that fear and dread of an untimely end disappeared when from Tony when she smiled at him. Hope replaced it, and he let out an exhale full of immense relief.

They were going home.

The mood at Avengers compound was a mix of grief and unease. The world as they knew was it shambles and the total of missing persons was still counting. Bucky, Wanda, Sam, T’Challa, Shuri, Vision, and many many more. Their worst nightmare had came true.

Thanos wiped out half of the universe.

Steve Rogers stood in front of the mirror of his old room, towel in his hand to wipe away the moisture and residue of shaving cream. There was a haunted look in his eyes. That’s what came with being a soldier. A soldier stuck in time that is.

A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The small side mirror attached to the main one was shaking, and Steve brought his hand up to stop the movement. But when he pulled away it continued, and that’s when he heard the sound of rumbling throughout the compound.

He dropped the towel onto the counter, racing out of the room and down to the main level. He found Natasha, Rhodey, and Bruce all huddled. All three were look around with worried gazes. “What’s happening?”

Natasha shook her head, “I-I don’t know.” Rhodey pulled up a projection of the outside perimeter. In the corner of the screen, he saw a very large object flying down with a glowing source at the bottom.

“Something’s landing outside,” he announced causing all eyes to widen. Together they all ran out to the front lawn where they found Pepper standing with clasped hands as she watched the ship descend from the sky.

They’re running slowed to a walk, all eyes drawn up before they stopped behind pepper. The woman they recognized as Carol Danvers, who had arrived to Earth demanding to know where Nick Fury was a week prior, was holding the ship and safety brought onto the grass.

The glow around her faded, and she turned to greet the group just as the latch of the ship opened to reveal a stair case. Steve rushed forward the second he saw Tony limping down, holding onto a blue lady for support. But a sense of dread filled him when he saw no sign of Eve.

Tony takes his arm, bidding a look of gratitude to Nebula before stumbling down the remaining steps. He panted, “Couldn’t stop him.”

“Neither could I,” Steve replied, holding tightly to Tony’s arm.

“Hand on,” Tony stopped them from walking, catching his breath. He locked eyes with the Captain, tears filling at the brim, “I lost the kid.” Steve makes a sound of defeat, his expression mirroring the older man.

“Tony, we lost.”

Nothing they could do would change that. Strange saw nearly 15 million possibilities and all of them ended with them losing. All but one. It was bound to happen.

Tony swallows hard, licking his lip before glancing at his savior. “H-Hey!” He called out causing her to look at him. “There’s one more of us inside,” he ignores the look Steve was giving him. It was a mix of shock and hope. “—you may be the only one who can carry her without burning to death.”

“What?” Steve asked, glancing between the two for an answer. Carol nodded to Tony before entering the ship. They all waited with concern, the others moving closer to see what was happening. In the mix, Pepper runs up to Tony causing him to let out a sound of relief, “Oh, good.”

“Oh my God!” She cried before embracing him. “Oh my God.” He hugged her close to him, relishing in her warmth and patted her back gently. When she pulled away his lips pressed to her cheek.

A sound from the ship drew back their attention. Behind him, Tony could hear the others gasp at the sight of Carol walking down the steps with an unconscious Eve Stark in her arms.

Steve starts to move, but Tony lightly pushes against his chest. “Don’t,” he warns. “You can’t touch her.” At Steve’s confused expression, Tony pulls his hand away to reveal the state of his palm. It was scared with light redness to it. The blisters had went away, but the damage was done. Tony would need to get a doctor to look at it, but he already accepted there was some nerve damage to his hand. It still felt numb even 22 days later.

Steve gazes at Tony’s hand, shock filling his eyes and Pepper gasps. Behind him, Natasha leans over to see and her hand comes up to her mouth. They both glance to Nebula, noticing how her one hand was similar. Steve looks back to the man, “What happened?”

He doesn’t answer initially, his attention on his aunt who was unmoving in Carol’s arms save for the slow pace of her breathing. Eyes closing, the memory once again playing in his mind, Tony let’s out a shaky breath. “It—it’s hard to explain,” he pauses to open his eyes to see everyone was watching him, “but I can show you.”

The remaining Avengers and their new allies all gathered in the main room of the compound. Tony sat in a wheelchair, IV drip attached to his side while Eve laid in the next room over hooked up to a variety of machines. It was a sore sight to see the once strong and willed woman so helpless. Her brain waves and vitals were still alarmingly abnormal, but relief came with the knowledge her heart rate was slowing and body temperature had decreased.

She was still hotter than all of them except Carol—the blonde being the only one who could physically touch Eve without any harm. She had to be the one to attach the tubes and machines with Bruce instructing her. As they worked, Steve watched from the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Is she going to be okay?” He asked Bruce, glancing up to see the doctor looked worried.

“It’s hard to say, Cap,” he spoke with unease. Stress coated his expression. “I’ve never seen anyone with readings like this. I-I don’t even know what’s wrong with her—do you?” Bruce turned the former Kree. She shook her head, moving to place the last syringe in Eve’s arm.

“I can’t determine anything until we see what Tony has to show us.” With that the three leave the room, giving one last glance to the Avenger before making their way to where everyone else was. When every one was settled, taking their place on various corners of the area, Tony weakly called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Pull up Mark L footage from twenty-two days ago.”

“Right away, sir.” Within seconds a projection appeared and their eyes locked on the reddish-orange hue of Titan. Tony has F.R.I.D.A.Y skim through bit where Quill snapped, focusing it on the moment Eve was incapacitated.

Everyone was rendered speechless when the witnessed the Avenger impaled by her own wing. It was so graphic Pepper had to look away, her hand coming to her mouth to cover the gasp she let out. Rhodey also had to turn away, the image of his friend too painful to see. Both Natasha and Steve flinched, the soldier clenching his jaw.

The next thing they saw was the glowing orange flare. It blasted Eve through her chest before the rest swarmed around her. They saw her lift off the ground, the metal pieces disintegrating and the look of horror on the Avenger as the flare consumed her. She was screaming and in that moment they were grateful Tony had muted the recording.

Seconds ticked by before Eve was no longer visible and a bright light erupted from the force of the explosion. They lived it through the eyes of Tony. Dust filled the air and rocks rained from the sky. The anxiety Tony must have felt was swarming through all of them. The last thing the recording showed was Eve lying still in the middle of the crater.

“And you said she’s been unconscious ever since?” Steve asked after a minute of silence passed. He was rubbing his jaw, a habit of his when things became tense. There was a mixture of emotion flooding him. He wasn’t the only one however, everyone had to take a moment to process what they had seen.

“Twenty-three days and counting,” Tony replied, “I’ve had to play doctor and shock her because he heart rate is beating too fast for a human to withstand—even with that super juice.” Tony winces, adjusting in his chair. “There’s also the concerning matter she’s taking on a body temp enough to rival our own sun yet somehow manages to not melt and become Freddy Krugers long lost sister.”

“It was like—like that thing,” Natasha shakes her head, “was targeting her. Why would that be?”

“Beats me,” Rhodey sighs, letting his hands fall to his side. “My question is why didn’t it blow up Thanos. He was right there—could’ve saved us a whole lot of trouble.”

Steve clutches the back of the chair in front of him, his head dropping to glance at the floor. “Whatever it was and why Eve was targeted…,” he paused before looking back up,. “We’ll get that answer when she wakes.”

“If,” Tony corrected, grimacing at the thought. “If she wakes up you mean.”

“Tony—.” Nat tries, but he holds a hand up.

“No need for optimism, Romanoff. We’ve got more important matters while we wait for whatever fate has planned for my aunt.” He sniffs, ignoring the looks he was receiving. “Give me the stats.”

Though hesitant to change the subject, Steve sighed and pulled up all they had currently on the situation. Images of those vanished took up the screen, most notably their friends and allies. Rhodey was the one to start, “It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.” Stephen Strange and Bucky Barnes’ face appeared, followed by Sam Wilson and Erik Selvig.

“World governments are in pieces,” Natasha continued, the images of Hope Van Dyne and Wanda Maximoff taking over. “The parts are still working are trying to take a census and it looks like he did,” she paused, noticing the broken look of Tony when Peter Parker stared back at him. He had to look away, chest constricting at another wave of emotion.

“He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.” The room fell silent once again, everyone taking in the information. Sadness was evident on all of them. Carol, who’d been very serious and stoic since the moment she arrived, even showed emotion at the sight of Nick Fury’s face.

“Where is now?” Tony asked suddenly. “Where?”

“We don’t know.” Steve replied, leaning on the table with his arms crossed. “He just opened a portal and walked through.” His answer makes Tony sigh, wheeling his chair a tad forward.

“What’s wrong with him,” He pointed to Thor seated far away from the group, looking just as bad as him.

“Oh, he’s pissed,” an unfamiliar voice sounded. When Tony turned in it’s direction, the man was in complete shock when the voice belonged to a raccoon. “He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there’s a lot of that going around, ain’t there?”

Tony was at a lost for words, but somehow found them. “Honesty, until this exact second I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.”

“Maybe I am,” Rocket fired back, his body slumping in defeat.

Steve brought the conversation back before it got sidetracked. “We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep space scans and satellites, and we got nothing. Tony, you fought him.”

“Who told you that?” he tilted his head, finding humor in the assumption. “I didn’t fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while a solar flare inhabited my aunt and the Bleecker Street magician gave away the store. That’s what happened. There was no fight—.”

“Tony—.”

“—‘Cause he’s not beatable.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?”

“Uh..” Tony sputters out, making a motion of his hand against his head. Steve and Natasha exchange looks of distress. “I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision-I didn’t want to believe it. Thought I was dreaming.”

Steve starts to stand, “Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus.”

“And I needed you,” Tony cuts with off harshly. “As in, past tense. That trumps what you need. It’s too late, buddy. Sorry.” The last thing Tony felt was sympathy for the soldier and Steve knew that. The thin line of friendship they had at the beginning of the Accords fiasco had snapped.

The older man sniffs, moving to stand from his chair. “You know what I need?” He pushes the bowls on the table away, making the contents spill. “I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all yourselves—.”

“Tony, Tony!” Rhodey moves forward when Tony removes his IV from his arm.

“—alive and otherwise, that what we needed was a suit of armor around the world. Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not. That’s what we needed.”

“Well, that didn’t work out, did it?” Steve’s words only anger Tony more.

“I said we’d lose. You said, ‘We’ll do that together, too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren’t there.” Tony pauses, pointing his finger at the room where Eve was laid. “And now the only family I have left is fighting for her life and may never wake up. Your so called best friend,” he emphasized with malice, aware how Steve flinched. “You weren’t there to save her.”

The super-soldier tried not to react. He didn’t want Tony to know how badly the words were affecting him. Guilt had flooded him knowing the state Eve was in. It pained him at the thought she could never wake up. All he could do was pray she did so they could finally resolve everything. So Eve would know he was sorry.

Steve remained silent as Tony continued his rant. “But that’s what we do, right? Our best work after the face? We’re the ‘Avengers,’” Rhodey had to help steady Tony when he started to stumble. “We’re the ‘Avengers,’ not the ‘Pre-vengers.’”

“Okay,” Rhodey calmly said.

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down, okay?”

“Okay. No, no,” Tony tugged away from his friend. “Here’s my point, you know what?” He pointed to Carol, “she’s great by the way.”

“Tony, you’re sick,” Rhodey said with more force, trying to push him back into the wheelchair. “Sit down.”

“We need you. You’re new blood.” When he successfully broke away from Rhodey, Tony marched straight up to Steve. “Bunch of tired ole mules. I got nothing for you, Cap.” He stood before him with only only an arms length between then. “I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust, liar.”

The word cuts into Steve and leaves a lasting effect. Pain fills his expression as Tony removes the device from his hallowed chest. With shaky breath, he takes Steve’s hand and places it firmly in his palm. “Here, take this. You find him, you put that on….” His starts to stutter, the air becoming hard to inhale. “You hide.” His knees give out causing Steve to rush forward.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine,” he pants. He pushes him and Rhodey away, “Let me…” The words fall as darkness overtakes him. He falls on his side, head nearly hitting Carol’s feet and everyone moves to the rescue. Together they get him in one of the rooms close to Eve. Pepper, who had been in the kitchen making tea, rushes in and moves to Tony’s bedside.

Rhodey, the caring friend he is, practically tucks Tony in and hooks him back up to an IV drip. He gives Pepper one last nod after placing Tony’s glasses on the table and exits. Steve, Nat, and Carol are waiting for him. “Bruce gave him a sedative. He’s gonna probable be out for the rest of the day. And I feel it’s safe to assume the same goes for Eve.” Like clockwork, the four all move their heads to glance into the room where the woman laid.

“You guys take care of them,” Carol says causing them to turn to her. “And I’ll bring him a Xorrian elixir when I come back.” She uncrosses her arms and begins walking away.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks curiously.

“To kill Thanos.” Both Nat and Steve exchange looks, before hastily chasing after her.

“Hey,” Nat calls, making Carol stop and turn around. “You know, we usually work as a team here. And, uh, between you and I, morale’s a little fragile.”

“We realize up there is more your territory,” Steve says from behind Nat, “but this is our fight, too.”

“You even know where he is?” Rhodey asks, leaning against the entryway with his arms crossed.

“I know people who might.”

“Don’t bother,” Nebula cuts in, drawing everyone’s attention. “I can tell you where Thanos is.” Her revelation had everyone on edge. They gathered in the conference room, focused on what Nebula had to offer. “Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me,” she begins, trying to ignore the anger in her as the painful memories resurfaced. “And when he worked, he talked about his Great Plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I’d ask, ‘where would we go once his plan was complete?’ And his answer was always the same.” The woman pushed off the wall and approached the table, letting her head drop between her shoulders. “‘To the Garden.’”

Rhodey raises his eyebrows, not really impressed with the name. “That’s cute. Thanos has a retirement plan.”

“So where is he?” Steve walked over and around the table so he was in front of Rocket. The raccoon pulls up a projection of the Earth.

“When Thanos snapped his fingers Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculous cosmic proportions. Something similar happened just before on Titan which we can assume involved your friend,” They all stiffen at the mention of Eve. “No one’s ever seen anything like it. Although the type of cosmic energy on Titan was different than Thanos snapping.”

“How so?” Steve asked, tilting his head.

“Not really sure. Haven’t seen anything like it my travels of our universe. But then two days ago,” the image changed from Earth to another planet. “On this planet, the same power surge occurred.”

“Thanos is there,” Nebula confirmed.

Natasha leaned foward, the glow of the projection illuminating her face. “He used the stones again.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bruce nervously chuckles. “We’d be going in short handed, you know.”

“Look, he’s still got the stones so—.” Carol cuts Rhodey off.

“So, let’s get ‘em.” She nods at the potential plan. “Use them to bring everyone back.”

“Just like that?” Bruce doesn’t look convinced. He was right to feel hesitant. They already lost one battle, why repeat that so soon.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees with the woman. “Just like that.”

Natasha adds in on the topic. “Even if there’s a small chance that we can undo this, I mean, we owe it to everyone who’s not in this room to try.”

“If we do this, how do we know it’s gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce finally asks what he’d been thinking the entire time.

Carol places her hands on her hips, “Because before you didn’t have me.”

“Hey, new girl?” Rhodey gets her attention, not really enjoying how she’s taking full change on the matter. “Everybody in this room is about that superhero life. And if you don’t mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?”

“There are a lot of other planets in the universe,” she tells him. “And unfortunately, they didn’t have you guys.” Steve’s lips curl up and the look on Rhodey’s face. She just owned him big time.

The sound of Thor skidding his chair back to stand has Carol turning. The two lock eyes and he comes to stand right in front of her. Keeping their eyes locked, Thor raises his hand—just inches from Carol’s face. Blonde hair flies and falls back in place by the force of Stormbreaker flying past her and into his grip. She gives no reaction, remaining stoic at the God.

Thor brings the ax down in front of him, before slightly nodding in approval. It makes Carol smirk. “I like this one,” he tells the others. They share another look, one of mutual respect.

Steve turns back to the image of The Garden. Determination in his eyes as he says the words everyone was thinking. They were gonna find him, and they were gonna bring everyone back. “Let’s go get this son of a bitch.”

After everyone suited up they piled back into the room. Thor was the first to enter. And when the rest arrived they found him replaying the footage of Eve. When Tony had showed them earlier, Thor had paid no mind. Now the God’s eyes were concentrated.

When the recording replayed, this time focusing on the moment where the flare swarmed Eve, Steve approached. “Thor,” he called, eyes shifting back and forth. “What do you know?”

Behind him everyone’s ears perked, all thinking the same. The footage played for a third time before the man finally spoke.

“On Asgard,” he started, voice lowering as a feeling of emotion swarmed him. “My father once spoke of immortal and immutable manifestation of the universal force of life and passion.” Mix matched eyes trained on the screen. “A ‘cosmic entity’ he called it. The spark which gave life to the universe and all it’s creation. And the flame that will ultimately end it.”

By now everyone had gathered closer to the God. “This entity then traveled the cosmos. It would create and destroy all in it’s path—not even a Celestial could tame it.” The recording was now on auto reply, once again showing Eve’s bloody figure moments before the flare. “It’s said to be powerful than the Celestials.” The eyes of those who knew of Celestials widen in surprise. Thor didn’t add the fact the Infinity stones fell into the category.

He didn’t want to tarnish any last bit of hope for the team if his theory of Eve was proven false.

Thor thinks back to the conversation on Asgard. The memory of a young Loki and him sitting by the fire as Odin relayed the story while Frigga conjured illusions of a solar-like flare moving through the universe. Awe and wonder in their eyes. The thought of a being so powerful it was hard to believe. “My father said it was a myth. A legend passed down from generation to generation. Many civilizations worship this entity—they see it as a God.” He pauses the video on Eve moments before the explosion. Before the ball of light took form.

“Why are you telling us this?” Rhodey asks suspiciously when Thor finishes. Thor rubs his jaw, but doesn’t face the group. His attention remains on the screen.

“There’s never been proof said being exists. Although, it’s believed it takes the manifestation of a flare,” he zooms in on the projection. Eve was hovered over the ground with her arms spread out. Her head slightly tilted up and they could make out that her mouth was parted. All around her was glowing orange. If one looked closely, they could see tiny cracks in her skin.

It was almost a beautiful sight…..If not for the fact she was now laying in a coma because of it.

“Sort of like what we see here,” Thor trails off. The words bring a silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Steve steps closer, understanding what Thor was implying. His eyes move between the God and the image.

“What are you saying, Thor?”

He turns to Steve, a flicker of realization in his eyes. “I’m saying, if my theory is correct, our Lady Stark may never be the woman we once had.”

The conversation ends there with no explanation to follow. Steve remains frozen as Thor takes his leave, Stormbreaker in his grip and exits the compound. The others followed after him, many with expressions of worry and unease. Rocket, Nebula, and Carol were just as anxious despite not knowing Eve well. Just the thought of it being true was enough to spark an eerie feeling.

That their friend, ally, and teammate, who was unresponsive, had been targeted by a cosmic entity. ‘What did it want with her?’ was the million dollar question. They wouldn’t until Eve awoke.

If she awoke.

Seconds passed in silence until Steve eventually spun on his heel and joined everyone. The only ones who remained in the compound were Tony, Pepper, Eve. Happy had been called and would arrive shortly to give them company.

The projection still showed the paused image of Eve. Trapped in a fiery swarm of energy. In all the times they played the video—even freezing it, no one noticed how the flare, just seconds before conforming into a ball of light, was in the shape of a bird.

It had been roughly a week after the team returned to Earth following the mission to The Garden. Another failure had dawned them. This one the worst because it sealed the deal for the fate of their universe.

Half of all living creatures were gone forever.

Thanos had destroyed the stones, making his snap irreversible. He must have known they would try to come for them, so the Titan made sure they’d never get the chance. And then Thor cut his head off.

The second the returned everyone had scattered. They needed to deal with the hard loss in their own way. Thor went off to help his people find a new home. The guardians and Carol were back in space. Bruce and Steve took off to God knows where, although they remained in touch with Natasha.

And the former Widow? She settled in the only home she knew. The Avengers compound.

The elixir Carol gifted Tony helped tremendously. He was back on his feet the next morning feeling refreshed, but nothing new from Eve. Becase of this, Tony stayed longer at the facility than planned. Pepper was in the process of making arrangements for them, the two debating if they wanted to even stay in the city or find someplace quiet. It was common sense to push back the wedding—neither wanting to go through with it until they knew Eve was okay.

So here they were stuck in the compound with Happy, Rhodey, and Nat. It was almost comical how the atmosphere was. The last time all six were together like this was 2010. Natasha busied herself with the idea she could continue the Avengers, even if it only made up of herself, the Guardians, Okoye, and Carol. Rhodey did agree to help which relieved a lot of stress for the redhead.

She was the first to hear the choked gasp and beeping sound coming from the monitors. The chair she was sitting hit the floor from how hard she pushed off it. Natasha was running, calling out to F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert the others when Eve’s screams started. She wasn’t the only one to have heard the monitors, Rhodey was cutting the corner of the opposite direction at the same moment.

“Is she awake?” He said, oblivious to the ear-piercing scream.

Natasha gave a small glare, yelling over the screams, “What do you think?” They both entered the room to find Eve covered in a layer of sweat, hunched over the bed and holding her head in her hands. “Eve!!” Natasha ran up to grab her arms, but then remembered she couldn’t touch her. “Eve, look at me!”

“My head,” the woman whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s in my head!” She let out another scream as the pain pierced her.

“What’s in your head, Eve?” Nat asked, then turned to Rhodey, “Get Tony, now!” He spun on his heel and ran out. When she turned back to Eve, Nat could hear here mumbling in a frantic speed, “It’s too loud—it’s too loud. I-I-I can’t—-I can’t—AH!” Eve’s ears were ringing, her head pounding.

The monitors were beeping so loud it drew Nat’s attention—her eyes widening by the numbers showing. “Eve,” she calmly said, looking away from the deathly high heart rate showing. “Eve, you need to calm down—listen to my voice. It’s me, Natasha.”

But Eve couldn’t hear the redhead. Fire was consuming her. Her body, her mind, all of it. The voice in her head was almost like an echo. It was breaking apart the walls in her mind, with Eve unable to hide. A constant pressure to let her know it was there. “Evelyn.”

New voices entered the room, and Eve’s eyes snapped open when cold metal hands grabbed her shoulder. Her vision was blurry at first, but then it cleared. Tony was kneeling in front of her in a state of shock and relief. “Eve,” he said, but his voice shouted afar.

“T-Tony,” she whispered. That’s when Eve finally looked around the room and realized she was in the compound. “This—this is the compound. W-what, what happened?” Her eyes landed on Nat standing behind Tony, the drifting to the doorway where Rhodey was. Finally she could see Pepper and Happy behind the glass window. They all were wearing the same expressions.

Shock, relief, and worry all in one.

“T-Thanos,” Eve turned back to her nephew, noticing how he was gripping her with just the hand portions of his suit. “Thanos. Titan. The others— where are the others?”

“Eve, what was the last thing you remember?” Tony asked hesitantly. It was a good sign she remembered the fight on Titan, but now the questioned remained on whether she could recall what happened after.

“I—,” she swallowed, thinking back despite the constant pounding in her head. “Thanos he—I was on the rock. My wing—,” she gasped, hand coming to her stomach only to find there was no bandage or visible wound. “I was dying. I was dying And then, there—there was a bright light coming from the sky.”

When she didn’t add on, Tony thought, “Okay, that’s a start,” glancing at the floor. Eve, who was looking at the wall and didn’t see his mouth not move instantly said, “What’s a start?”

Tony’s head snapped up so fast it made her flinch and turn back to him. “What?” The expression he was giving worried her.

“I-I didn’t—,” he stuttered, eyes slightly wide. “Eve, I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you did. I heard you.”

Tony shook his head, loosening his grip on her. “I didn’t say it aloud, Eve.”

“What?” As the ringing in her ears stopped, more voices filled the silence. “Did she just—.” Nat’s tone rang out, despite Eve looking straight at her and no movement from her lips. “That’s impossible,” Rhodey was next. Faintly she could hear Pepper and Happy, but they weren’t in conversation either.

There was a spike in her heart rate as the realization filled her. She pushed away from Tony, inching further onto the bed. “Eve,” he tried to say calmly, but it just scared her more. “Eve, you need to calm down.”

“I—I can hear you—all of you,” she felt her lungs constrict. “Evelyn,” the echo called to her again. It made her whimper, tears brimming her eyes as she looked around her to find the voice, but nothing was there. She could feel everyone’s eyes on hers, unsure of what to do. “What’s happening to me?”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Tony leans forward. “Now that you’re awake, we’re gonna do everything to figure out what—-.”

“How long?” She cuts him off with a gulp. “How long ago was Titan?” Tony clenches his jaw, not wanting to reveal the truth. But the number of days flickered in his mind and it was enough for Eve to catch it. He hadn’t even realized it happened until she gasped. “No…”

“They’re gone, Evelyn.” The voice told her and the pounding returned. It was strong, making her clutch her head again and wince. “He won. Your friends failed.”

“No,” she cried. “No!” Lights began to flicker, causing everyone to freeze as fear filled them. Eve could hear their thoughts among the echoed voice. ‘What the hell?’ “What is she doing?’ “Oh my God.’

“Get out of my head,” she hunched over in a whisper. The flickering continued, becoming more and more frantic. The monitors were going crazy, the sound sending her into a frenzy. “It’s too loud—It’s too loud.” Her words had Tony and Rhodey moving to unplug the monitors, but it did nothing for the woman.

Just the sound of their thoughts were becoming too much. Eve didn’t know how to stop listening. And she was slowly starting to lose control of whatever was flowing through her. “Get out of my head.”

“I’m part of you now, Evelyn.”

“What are you?”

“You’ll know soon.”

“Eve!” Tony shouted, but it got lost amongst the wave of noise. Happy moved Pepper away from the room despite her protests, worried for her friend and fiancé. Natasha was slowly backing away, coming to stand by the door with Rhodey. Neither could form words at what they were witnessing.

“Get out of my head.”

“Evelyn.”

“Stop.”

“Evel—.”

“No!” She cried out and a light fixture exploded. A tear escaped her right eye. The others flinched and fear pooled at the sight. The whispering echo continued—a mental battle in the Avengers mind. And then all hell broke loose, when Eve’s voice took a tone none of them had ever heard of. “Get out of my head!”

The monitors closest to the window flew into the glass window—shattering it causing everyone to react. Tony nearly tripped on his own feet when he jumped back, avoiding the one nearly hitting him. Nat let out a gasp, hand clapping over her mouth. All the lights exploded causing them to run out to avoid being hit by the fluorescent glass.

When it was over, Tony ran back in to find Eve laying unconscious on the bed. This time, he could see the glowing orange cracks in her skin. They covered her hairline—going down her jaw and onto her neck. He didn’t dare touch her. If those cracks were visible then it surely implied her body temperature was high.

“Are those..is her skin cracked?” Rhodey said from over his shoulder.

Tony lets out a defeated sigh, not answering. The last thing they wanted was to be back at square one. It gave him hope she would wake up again, but now they had a new battle in their wake.

And if Tony was being honest with himself, he didn’t want anyone other than the people in that room to know.

“No one else knows about this, understood?” He says and waits for a response. When it doesn’t come he turns around. Both Rhodey and Natasha look hesitant at the idea. He narrows his eyes, “I don’t need her having any more stress added on to whatever the hell is going on. You heard her didn’t you?” They both nod and he swallows hard. “There’s something inside her—in her head, that we don’t know and it’s scaring her. This stays between us. I mean it.”

Nat rubs her arms, frowning as she glances to her friend. It didn’t feel right leaving the others in the dark, but understood it would be better for Eve. “Okay.” Rhodey shakes his head, but agrees anyway. Tony didn’t need to convince Pepper or Happy, they would support whatever he had felt was right.

After a few seconds Nat asks, “What do you want me to tell him?” The ‘him’ being Steve, “If he asks why she’s gone?” Tony didn’t know how Natasha knew he was planning on taking Eve away from the compound, but didn’t speak on it. He gives a shrug, looking over his shoulder to his aunt. The cracks had faded and her skin was back to normal.

“As far as Steve Rogers is concerned, Eve’s still in a coma—I know what you’re thinking,” he lifts a hand when Nat looks like she’s about to protest. “but give me another month to figure this out. She needs to be somewhere away from the chaos where it’s quiet. That should relieve some of the strain this new…power is putting on her.” The man was having trouble coming to terms with this new reality. It worried him to the point he was starting to feel a headache by what the future for his aunt had in store for them.

“She can read our minds now, Tony,” Rhodey couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“I know,” the man replied, scratching his chin. “We’ll take it one day at a time.” He moved to the bed, hands covered and brought Eve’s body more to the middle. He didn’t bother with the blanket since she was still drenched in sweat. He made a mental note to have the AC turned up in hopes of bringing her body temperature back down.

Part of him felt he needed to shock her, convinced her heart rate was high, but felt it would do nothing. All he could do now was wait again until she awoke. In the meantime, he and Pepper would find somewhere quiet and out of the city for them to settle.

Just when he was about to leave the room, something on Eve caught his attention. It was so small he almost didn’t notice if not for the little light coming in from the window. He leaned closer, his face directly over Eve’s—focused on the hairs framing her face.

“What is it?” Natasha asked, tilting her head around him to see what he was looking at.

“Get me a magnifying glass—or better yet,” he places his glasses on and shines a light on Eve’s forehead. Squinting, he makes out the discolor at the root of her scalp. “What in the hell?” It couldn’t be possible—there was no way. Even after blinking several times to see if his mind was playing ticks on him, it was still there clear as day.

The roots of Eve’s dark—almost black hair, so small one could miss it if they weren’t looking with a magnifying glass,

was a deep blood red.

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askthechaoticwitch · 2 years

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I used to think Stephen was a saint but i realized he can be meanie

"Not a saint. Treated like one by the majority, however."

#i love stephen with all my heart but wanda gets the short end of the stick from society no matter what she does and it's annoying #stephen strange #doctor strange #dsmom #ds2 #dsitmom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff rp #scarlet witch rp #scarlet witch #marvel roleplay

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closettedsubboy · 4 months

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You're welcome sweets ;))

And ooooh that sounds fun! And damn 46% through Stephen King? That's hardcore, I have a couple of his books lying around too. Quite the writing style. Good luck with your German!

And thank you for the vote of confidence pretty

Of course I'd let you hide under my shirt for cuddles sweets. Comfort in any way you need. You're doing really good and I'm proud of you

-🖤

Yeah his writing is really creepy in a good and bad way like sometimes in his horror sections it’s great, but when hes talking about women or even girls is really creepy in a bad way like check his computer type.

Me under your shirt:

I think I just want cuddles and drift off to sleep with you being my entire world no scary people or meanies just strong mommy. 😣😣❤️❤️

#femboy #msub #relationship goals #possesive love #fdom #i just wanna be a goodboy #k!nk #k!nky thoughts #strong women #i want cuddles

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1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

The Band by Nicholas Eames | Bitter by Akwaeke Emezi | The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner

Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White | Choke by Chuck Palahniuk | The Chosen and The Beautiful by Nghi Vo | Circe by Madeline Miller

The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King | Deerskin by Robin McKinley | The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams | Dietland by Sarai Walker | Dreadnought by April Daniels

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine | Enders by Lissa Price | The Enlightenment of Bees by Rachel Linden

Fable: the Balverine Order by Peter David | Fable: Reaver by Peter David | Fairy Tales of Remnant by E.C. Myers | Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman | The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Illuminae Files by Amie Kaufman, Jay Kristoff | The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde | Interior Chinatown by Charles Yu | Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk | Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn | A Knight of the Word by Terry Brooks

The Memoirs of Lady Trent by Marie Brennan | Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides | Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry

A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller | Night of the Living Rez by Morgan Talty | A Noodle Shop Mystery by Vivien Chien | Not Your Sidekick Series by C.B. Lee

Oryx & Crake by Margaret Atwood

The Reckoners Series by Brandon Sanderson | Red Riding Hood by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright | The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood | Ruination by Anthony Reynolds

The Tale of the Nutcracker by E.T.A. Hoffman | These Ruthless Deeds by Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker | These Vicious Masks by Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker | To Be Taught If Fortunate by Becky Chambers | Toil & Trouble: 15 Tales of Women & Witchcraft by Elizabeth May | Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson | The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine

Uglies Series by Scott Westerfeld | Until I Find You by John Irving

The Wayfarers Series by Becky Chambers | Wayward Children Series by Seanan McGuire | When Christmas Comes Again: The World War One Diary of Simone Spencer by Beth Seidel Levine | The Wicker King by K. Ancrum | William Shakespeare's Star Wars: Verily, A New Hope | A Wind In The Door by Madeleine L'Engle | The Witcher Series by Andrzej Sapkowski | The Wizards of Once by Cressida Cowell | The World According to Garp by John Irving | A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle

The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories by Charlotte Perkins Gilman | The Young Elites Series by Marie Lu

Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes by Cory O'Brien

#blog maintenance #archive #book archive

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 6 months

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Reacting to Animated Marvel Shows 4/?

Spoilers for Marvel Funko Shorts 2x04

Please I hope Strange makes him fall.

Dude doesn't even care lol. Loki is neither quiet nor subtle and Stephen's just like Cape take care of it, I just got to the good bit.

FALLING

STRANGE YOU MADE A MONSTER EAT HIM

FIRST OF ALL THAT CAN'T BE GOOD ON THE MONSTER'S DIGESTIVE SYSTEM. That's not even microplastics that's just straight up plastic.

Second of all MEANIE

#loki #marvel tv shows #marvel funko shorts #marvel funko shorts spoilers #marvel funko shorts 2x04 #animated avengers #short post today

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d2kvirus · 1 year

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Dickheads of the Month: November 2022

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of November 2022 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

The optics of Suella Braverman arriving at a migrant centre in an army chinook helicopter was clearly planned, given her ranting about an “invasion” which definitely hasn't led to people petrol bombing migrant centres after she used that terminology - but when called out on the taxpayer forking out £50k for a photo op the best defence she could come up with was she choose an army helicopter because she wanted to get a good look at the coastline as if maps don't exist, and definitely not because she wanted the most fashy imagery to go with the fashy things which come out of her mouth

So it turns out that Gavin Williamson isn't just a snivelling little creep, but also a bullying little shit who when serving as Defence Secretary (before being sacked for leaking the minutes from a COBRA meeting to a mate at the Telegraph, yet somehow isn't in jail) once told somebody to slit their own throat and jump out the window, and on another occasion threatened to unleash his pet tarantula onto somebody. In other words, once again Rishi Sunak has shown superb judgment in his cabinet appointments - especially when Williamson resigned, as opposed to being sacked

...only for Wes Streeting to make it impossible for Labour to make any comment about bullying after he called Jeremy Corbyn “senile” in Commons less than 24 hours after Williamson was out the door

...and then Rishi Sunak responded to reports of Dominic Raab habitually bullying Justice Department staff by doing the square root of fuck all, even after it emerged that the MoJ made sure to have a senior civil servant in the room with Raab at all times to stop him bullying his subordinates

...and then along came Lee Anderson at PMQs to whine that the Labour MPs criticising Suella Braverman was clearly them bullying her, because if anybody knows bullying it would be the Tory MP who assaulted a member of the public at the Tory conference

In which way does Twitter owner Elon Musk tweeting from the account of the current owner of Twitter that people should vote Republican in the US midterms demonstrate the sort of “impartiality” that billionaire manchild Elon Musk said that Twitter should demonstrate?

Snivelling little creep Gavin Williamson having a meltdown and threatening then-Chief Whip Wendy Morton because he couldn't get into the Queen’s funeral should have ended his aspirations of being a minister ever again - if not for the fact that Rishi Sunak decided to make him Minister Without Portfolio for reasons beyond comprehension, and once those threatening text messages came to light that meant Sunka was now having to make excuses for two people he should not have added to his cabinet in the first place

Billionaire manchild Elon Musk appears to not be taking it well that his suggestion of tiered freeze peach is getting laughed off the platform he paid $44bn for all because Hard Drive Mag dunked on him like his name was Nagasaki, tweeting one cringy meme after another about how people are big meanies to not pay $8 a month for something which they didn't have to pay for until Musk decided to monetise it - and then reduced the cost from $20 because he failed to comprehend what Stephen King’s criticism wasn’t that he didn't want to pay $20 a month for a blue tick, but he shouldn't have to

...and then very clever businessman Elon Musk had to humiliatingly roll back his mass layoffs as it dawned on him that maybe, just maybe, there was a reason why Twitter had so many people employed as moderators and factcheckers

...and because billionaire manchild Elon Musk has the thinnest skin on record, when the inevitability of his approach to verification saw numerous Twitter users pay the $8, change their username to “Elon Musk” and tweet out some particularly harsh truths about the tax-dodging, union-avoiding, Blood Diamond-backed cretin, Musk responded by permabanning them while whining that the accounts should make it clear they were parodies...and permabanned those making it clear they were parodies

...and then billionaire manchild Elon Musk had to very quickly remove the paid verification option from Twitter after the share prices of companies including Eli Lilly and Lockheed Martin nosedived as a result of creative shitposting - although it was coincidentally removed as soon as somebody creatively shitposted masquerading as Tesla, almost as if Musk wasn't that interested in other companies’ share price tumbling, but as soon as his own started to nosedive even harder he stepped right in to stop that happening

...and then billionaire manchild Elon Musk was diagnosed with a terminal case of small man syndrome as his response to a Twitter engineer replying to one of Musk’s tweets that was full of technically incoherent gibberish that demonstrated that he doesn’t even know how the platform he paid $44bn for even works by telling him how it works and how his tweet was downright incorrect - so, of course, the God King of Twitter fired the engineer via tweet. And then several more engineers for similar reasons. And then posted a tweet slagging off the engineers he fired for exposing his gross ignorance

...shortly before billionaire manchild Elon Musk thought it would be a brilliant idea to pitch an ultimatum to Twitter’s engineers: agree to work significantly longer hours (in no small part due to the mass layoffs) by 5pm the following day or accept three months severance. Soon afterwards, Twitter’s HQ was shut down for the weekend, which definitely had nothing to do with the engineers shrugging their shoulders and deciding to take the severance instead of continue having to deal with the clueless billionaire’s bullshit

...and then billionaire manchild Elon Musk had a long, drawn-out meltdown on his Twitter feed because Apple was no longer advertising Twitter on the App Store while screeching about the c-o-n-spiracy of Apple’s hidden 30% tax on all app purchases which has been front and centre of the App Store’s ToS for well over a decade, all while looking uncannily like he was whipping up his followers to attack Apple’s Tim Cook while howling that Cook wasn't replying to his tweets immediately as if CEOs are supposed to be on Twitter all day - only to suddenly do a 180 and say there was never any risk of Twitter being dropped from the App Store, which is utterly unhinged behaviour

Remember the days when Tim Pool claimed they weren't a member of the alt-right, in spite regularly being seen hanging out with the alt-right? Well he seems to have forgotten that, based on him responding to the Club Q shooting by falsely (if that even has to be explained at this point) calling the victims paedophiles who groomed kids to amplify the alt-right dogwhistling about drag shows that's been getting increasingly nastier for months

...as demonstrated by mug salesman Steven Crowder quote tweeting Pool with what looks uncannily like the fourteen words, which goes to show just how much of a dumpster fire Twitter rapidly became under its new, clueless leadership

Unifying force Keir Starmer once again demonstrated what an alternative he is to the Tories when harrumphing on Sophie Ridge that there are too many overseas workers recruited to work in the NHS, somehow forgetting that the NHS is literally supported by overseas workers due to how prohibitively expensive studying for a medical degree is and, of course, also stopping short of suggesting existing NHS staff get a pay raise

Nobody was expecting Kari Lake to take losing the Arizona gubernatorial election well considering how badly she would take non-American journalists questioning the version of reality she lives in by saying that foreigners aren't allowed to comment about American politics (which she did to both British and Australian journalists), but bloody hell we haven’t seen a meltdown like hers since...well, the end of 2020

I’m sure that it's a coincidence that the ultra-relatable Rishi Sunak happened to be selling poppies at Westminster tube station at the exact same time that a gaggle of client journalists happened to be passing through to photograph and film him doing so out of the goodness of his heart

...and then unifying force Keir Starmer was papped a day later doing the exact same thing outside St Pancras, once again by complete coincidence when press photographers were passing by with their equipment in hand, which definitely didn't look staged either

It turns out that, when Agnes Callard isn't crossing a University of Chicago picket line and justifying it with some guff about a “philosophical emergency”, she's taking to Twitter to pretend that her children are grateful to her for throwing away their Halloween candy when they go to bed, so is either cruel to her children or somebody who types out bizarre fantasies on Twitter about how she wishes she was cruel to their children

The ultra-relatable Rishi Sunak claimed that the reason he did not wear a World AIDS Day ribbon is because he does not believe in wearing things on his lapel. Except for when he wore a poppy on his lapel for several days the previous month. Or at least two different badges to show solidarity with Ukraine. Those were on his lapel and photographed many, many times

Pure bastardtrade from Mercedes-Benz when they looked at BMW locking their top speeds behind a paywall and, instead of thinking of not doing that to steal a march on their most direct competitors by not demanding their customers pay a subscription so they could floor it, but instead copied the idea wholeheartedly

Unifying force Keir Starmer said he could not attend the first MPs surgery for his constituency due to urgent business, only for that “urgent business” to be him attending The Spectator’s annual award ceremony - where he was awarded Politician of the Year, a real good look for a Labour leader...

Did you know that Lady Susan Hussey is 83? Because a lot of people are bringing that up as if it's some kind of defence at her assuming that Ngozi Fulani must be a migrant because of her skin colour

In the latest bid of Matt Hancock to gain relevance outside of true crime podcasts, he joined the cast of I’m A Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here - which immediately saw him suspended as an MP for prioritising eating kangaroo testicles over knowing where his constituency might be, apparently forgetting that Nadine Dorries had the whip suspended when she appeared on the same show a decade earlier

...and then it emerged that Matt Hancock had hired a PR firm to try and help him cheat his way to victory by encouraging TikTok users to use all five of their allotted votes to keep him in the jungle and showed them how to do it, which technically isn't a breach of the voting rules - until you look at the stats of the account gaming the system and find yourself asking why it has almost twenty times the followers of any other contestant

Balan Wonderworld is no longer the worst thing Yuji Naka has done since joining Square Enix, as Naka along with fellow executives Taisuke Sazaki and Fumiaki Suzuki were arrested after it was found that they had sneakily invested heavily in Aiming shares shortly before Square Enix announced that Aiming would be making Dragon Quest Tact, seemingly unaware that they’d get found out sooner or later

Nice job by the Qatari World Cup organisers when they decided, just two days before the tournament kicks off, that fans can't drink in the stands of the stadiums after all but they can drink in the executive boxes. Luckily we didn't hear much kvetching from The FA about this, given their archaic rule about the lower orders not being allowed to drink in view of the pitch, a rule which doesn't apply to rugby or cricket

...and then FIFA turned around and told captains they were no longer allowed to wear OneLove armbands and would be booked if they took to the pitch wearing one, which definitely doesn't open the door to the captains for the final doing so because it's not like being booked in the final would affect them much

Once again England fans went on the charm offensive during a major tournament, be it mocking USA fans about 9/11 in the stadium for England’s match with the USA, while the fans who didn't get any further than Tenerife having a mass punch-up with Wales fans. Charming bunch as usual...

Perhaps it would be for the best if Martin Daubney went back to school, considering he went on GB News to tell all three of their viewers that a Twitter poll proved that the public still supports Jonestown - in spite the small inconvenience of 55% of the vote on GB News’ Twitter feed being against Jonestown, which Daubney couldn’t bring himself to admit. But he called people who disagree “Remaniacs”, so that makes it better...

There is no dick energy smaller than Nick Adams having “Alpha Male” in his Twitter username before routinely tweeting about what is and isn't “Alpha male” behaviour, which is apparently eating wings and drinking beer at Hooters. Just a thought, Nick: throw in a Brazzers subscription and you’re living the fantasy of a 14-yar old boy

It’s safe to assume that Babylon Bee really didn't like Stephen King putting Elon Musk in his place, that place being on his scrawny backside, based on their “satirical” headline about King reading an awful lot like a 13-year old ranting because somebody on an internet forum exposed them as a clueless oaf. But remember, right wing comedy is good...

...and then Babylon Bee quote tweeted the exact same “joke” to explain the “joke”, which was just them typing out the “joke” in full a second time, because comedy is definitely repeating a joke which failed to land the first time in the hope it lands a second

As promotions go, the one by KFC where they suggested their German customers celebrate the anniversary of Kristallnacht with some cheesy chicken is one that surely won't see the light of day ever again...right?

Just as Braun Strowman had somewhat rehabilitated his image after his WWE return, he only goes and takes to Twitter to mouth off about smaller wrestlers - which promptly got him dunked on by those same smaller wrestlers both within WWE and signed to other companies, which really made it look like Strowman could not control his narrative very well...

Smooth moves by Streatham Rovers FC when they posted a tweet commemorating the 21st anniversary of 9/11. On the 9th of November. Yeah...

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