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#the problem with Marvel isn't Marvel
annabelle--cane · 4 months
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this comment was made in response to a bunch of terf bs and I don't tend to like sharing their stuff directly but I desperately wanted to preserve this line on my blog. sorry for stealing your post ms doubleca5t.
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troythecatfish · 11 months
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I’m Not mad, I’m just Disappointed.
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gaywatch · 3 months
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Hi Brittany! Have you watched Loki?
Not yet! I'll get around to it once I get over myself lol (i.e. Loki is in my top two fave Marvel characters and one of my fave characters period so I have Opinions on certain things I know about the series + I'm a firm Thorki shipper which leaves me without that extra edge of incentive + I've had severe Marvel burnout ever since Endgame was the worst possible ending to the point where even a fave character played by my favorite actor like Loki hasn't gotten me off my ass to watch another Marvel thing yet)
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thesoundofchains · 2 months
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I watched Eternals again last night (St. Patrick's Day + Barry Keoghan = Eternals is a St. Patty's Day movie) and just wanted to say there's a lot of green in the movie and I really like that. That's all.
[Also there's actually good queer representation in the movie but I guess we're ignoring that because they're a nice little family and not just two conventionally hot people kissing]
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archaeopter-ace · 1 year
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Some WWBN headcanons:
Jack’s facial hair grows pretty quickly. Not supernaturally so, but he invests in high quality razors to get a really close shave to push the five o’clock shadow back to like seven or eight. Will shave a second time in one day if he’s going out in the evening. It’s a body image thing - having facial hair is upsetting to him, being clean-shaven makes him feel more like himself. 
Colorblind Jack. Everyone who knows about him assumes it has to do with being a werewolf, but actually it’s completely unrelated; he gets it from his mom - it’s a sex-linked recessive gene and she’s a carrier. I’m imagining deuteranomaly, the most common type, a mild red-green colorblindness rather than achromatopsia (black and white vision), which is super super rare, although that would put an interesting spin on the fact that the film is in black and white.
This one’s an obscure deep cut, but: headcanon his birthday is Dec. 25th. To be clear, there’s no canon evidence for this, but at the end of the ‘Giant-Sized Creatures’ comic (1974), Roy Thomas talks for two pages about the origins of WWBN. He brings up Guy Endore’s 1933 horror novel, Werewolf of Paris, which I had never heard of before (which was his point.  Lycanthropy had not had a literary canon as well-known as Dracula or Frankenstein). And I’ve only read summaries of it, but in it the werewolf, Bertrand Caillet, was born on Christmas Day. Something about babies being born on this day being more likely to be possessed by demons? Which isn’t relevant to Jack, but I figure, might as well pick the 25th, right? Although you could also make the case that his birthday should be between June 21 and July 22, because Cancer signs are ruled by the Moon. Maybe the Gemini-Cancer cusp if you want to work in some duality.
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sigilmint · 6 months
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will it be the best blade game that could ever be made? probably yes
will it be the best arkane game ever made? i………………….. very much doubt it.
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thebirdandhersong · 2 years
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sorry marvel grumbling below
not to be like.... gross..... but GROSS. Why is it that objectifying, ridiculing, and (to use an overused word) oppressing men is fine in real life and storytelling nowadays (source of comedy, even), and why is it okay for a female character to openly speculate about someone else's (a STRANGER'S) intimate life?? Why is Steve's virginity such a source of Interest and Obsession, like that's a pitiable or pathetic thing?? and WHY is the Fleabag-Captain Marvel-Netflix Anne Elliot model the template for most female characters now???
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Bro that nmacc thing in Mumbai 💀💀 I'd be embarassed to be seen with that man if I was zendaya
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folkdances · 1 year
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i am so tired of so many star wars fans having the worst takes imaginable this youtuber with over 2 million followers called starwarstheory unironically thinks that a trilogy with deepfake han leia and luke is the way to go
SIGH i facking hate deepfake truthers on the best of days but it's so bad with sw also didn't harrison ford say he'd kill himself if he had to make another sw movie i know he was joking but that in relation to the deepfake thing is making me giggle anyway i hope all star wars fans that i don't like explode for ever
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timeconqueror · 1 year
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If I see one more person be bitchy about the fact that Rick and Morty writers are writing the next Avengers movies I will burn them out of time
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bewires · 2 years
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stormxpadme · 2 months
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At this point, I feel I kinda need to stop looking at tumblr tags at all. Problem is, I still want to see pretty gifs and pictures. But when every look into actor/character tags becomes hate slaloming because people just don't get the concept of "don't tag your fucking hate" and the celebs of your favorite characters or faceclaims you've been using for 20 years a) either just put the biggest foot possible in their mouth or b) are gearing up to rule this year's celeb rags with Post Divorse Drama 1.01 yet again ... Well, at some point you just want to fucking yeet yourself offline.
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tumblesheep · 3 months
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sometimes I remember how before we rescued our second dog and had only seen pictures, someone had mentioned he looked like a buckeye to pael
so I woke up one day and he was like "I'm thinking about naming him Bucky."
me, still half-asleep, "After my favorite marvel character?"
him, suddenly realizing, " Oh. No."
and yet
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yeyinde · 7 days
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size kink!King Simon Riley x virgin!reader.
Simon's never fucked a virgin before. never had an appetite for them, really. the type he prefers are easy prey. the ones who'll let him rut his fat cock into them until he cums, who always marvel at how big he is. everywhere. who wimper through the stretch, brows pinched tight and fists balled up, but can't fight the victory in their eyes when they reach the bottom, taking him to the root. proud, then, that they conquered this particular beast. he's fine with what he has. really—
but then he finds you. and it's over when your little fawn eyes fall on him, bringing this massive beast to his knees.
the only problem is. he's too big. much too big for you.
he can't fuck you properly so he pushes his cock against your slit, squeezes your thighs tight together, and ruts you like this. a pale imitation of the real thing, of course. but he gets off on how small you look under him, how he pushes out from between your thighs with each stroke, leaking precum all over your belly. marking you.
sex with you is him breaking your pussy in on his thick, rough fingers. one has you wincing, teeth clenched tight. like you've never been touched before. fuck. sweet as pie, aren't you? then two. a tight fit, but he makes it work. suckles on your clit until you gush around him, pussy knotting up around his knuckles like a vice. three is evidently more than you can handle. you howl into the sheets as he forces another finger inside, tongue laving over the stretched skin of your cunt. makes it up to you by wringing out several orgasms with his fingers pressed inside of your cunt, his tongue glued to your clit. his jaw, chin, and neck are drenched, and he basks in tang of you while you wimper against his chest, little sniffles dying out as he cuts his big palm over your pussy, holding you like that. owned. claimed. (almost) all his.
when he isn't fingering you, or spreading you over the sheets, thighs stretched wide over his shoulders as he buries his face into your sweet, sweet pussy, he likes to tap the head of his cock against your slit, admiring the sheer vastitude of your differing sizes. his cock slides between your thighs in a way that it almost garish to look at. awful. strokes his cock the sight of it as he makes you suck on his fingers, and play with your nipples. cums all over your chest, your face. makes you cum all over his, too. it's only fair, after all.
or it's just the tip—literally—because that's the most he can push inside of you before you're whining his name, little fists pounding his chest, pushing him back, trying to get this battering ram out of your sore, stuffed pussy. so he settles for working you open on three fingers, his tongue. loosening you up as much as he can before pushing the head of his fat cock inside of you until you start whimpering out his name. too much, too much, too much—
and then he leans back on his haunches to watch as your hands stroke along his shaft, letting just the head of his cock shallowly fuck into you, stretching your cunt out around him. it's obscene. lewd. he thinks he can smell brimstone clogging his nose, flaming licking his skin, with each inch he forces you to take. gets off on the sight alone, of him greedily giving you another inch. and then another. another. can already see the bulge in your belly. the heavy outline of his thick cock splitting you apart.
he cums inside of you like this. just the tip, fuckin' hell. cumming in your pussy as you masterbate his cock and whine at the too full, overstuffed feeling of him filling you up.
he can't help but to imagine what it would be like when you finally give in, when he pushes the full length of himself into you, splitting you apart around his considerable girth—
feels his cock pulse in response, spitting more spend out into your drenched cunt, plugged up nice and tight around him.
Simon knows you were made for him (and him alone). it's just that some toys need to be broken in before you can play with them. he'll see to it that you're broken in just right.
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osaemu · 6 months
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GOJO SATORU: IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD, I PROMISE!
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.ೃ࿐ he's dreamt about fucking you for months, and now that you're finally in his sheets, he has no intent of letting you go—especially when he finds out that he's your first time. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. virgin!reader. kinda sorta subtle coercion, corruption kink, slight dubcon, fingering, p –> v, lots of praise!!, mentions of prior dirty dreams (about you).
author's note: had this stuck in my drafts for a while so uhhhh. yea enjoy. tagging @mymegumi bc i love selene ꨄ︎
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"please, baby, it'll feel so good," satoru cooes, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his. "i promise i'll be gentle."
you shrug, scrunching up your nose at satoru hesitantly. "i don't know..."
your boyfriend presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly. satoru's soft eyes are fixed on you, only you as he widens them pleadingly. "i wanna teach you how to fuck. please, sweetheart, we can stop anytime. jus' wanna make you feel good, i promise!"
it's only partially a lie—yes, satoru certainly wants to teach you to fuck, but he's not entirely certain that he could just stop anytime. especially because he's well aware that fucking a virgin is such an addicting experience—satoru knows you're gonna be so tight that you'll just suck him in, and he isn't that confident that he'll be able to stop once he's started.
but whatever, that's a problem for later—for now, he's focused on persuading you to spread those legs for him and show him your pretty pussy.
you pause, considering his proposal. after a couple seconds, you nod hesitantly. "you promise you'll be gentle?" you ask meekly, averting your eyes.
satoru nods, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "of course—now c'mon, let's get those clothes off of you, baby." and a couple agonizing minutes later, you're half naked underneath a shirtless satoru, and his fingers trace the inside of your thigh.
"so first, i'm gonna make you cum on my fingers, 'kay?" satoru informs you. "needa loosen you up so you can take my dick."
"o-okay," you whisper, swallowing nervously. "i'm a little scared," you admit, fiddling with the waistband of your lacy underwear. "will it hurt?"
after a moment, satoru nods in response. "at first it will. but then you're gonna feel so good, i promise."
"you promise?"
"i do."
satoru tugs down your panties and grins at the sight of your pussy, untouched and reserved just for him. he's dying to just fuck you then and there, rough and no prep, but he made a promise. and satoru has no intention of breaking it.
"ready?" he breathes, positioning his fingers just outside of your entrance. when you nod, he shakes his head. "i'm gonna need to hear it from you, baby. use your words."
"i'm r-ready," you confirm, inching your thighs farther apart for him.
"good girl."
then satoru slips his fingers inside, and you can't suppress the sudden moan that slips out of your lips. to you, it's embarrassing, but to satoru, it's music to his ears. he steadily pushes his fingers farther and farther into your tight cunt, and satoru can't help but marvel at the way you just suck him in.
"you're so fuckin' tight," satoru mumbles, eyes fixed on your pussy. "and so wet, too. i've barely even touched you, fuck."
it's agonizing, really—the sensation of having someone else's fingers inside of you is so new and so strange that you can almost ignore the pain (which is present but not as throbbing as you had feared). satoru makes sure to be as gentle as he can, which unfortunately isn't quite as gentle as you'd like—but it's not too rough for you to handle.
satoru starts widening his fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching you farther apart to make room for his already rock-hard dick. you squirm around him and whine about how deep his fingers are, but satoru dismisses your complaints with a laugh. "c'mon, this is barely the beginning. if ya can't take this, how're you gonna take my dick?"
a couple minutes later, when satoru finally deems you loose enough, he pulls out his now-drenched fingers. looking you in the eye with a smug smile, he slips his fingers into his mouth and licks your slick off of them. "mm, you taste so good, pretty. lemme see if you feel as good as you taste, yeah?"
and that's how he convinces you to keep your thighs nice and spread wide open for him as he positions the head of his dick at your entrance, practically trembling from the effort it takes to not just pound into you. you're so compliant and perfect for satoru, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to push you up against the headboard and fuck you until you pass out.
but somehow, he manages to control himself. "alright, baby, this is gonna hurt," satoru warns, touching his reddening tip to your soaked pussy. "you ready?"
"y-yeah," you breathe, distantly noticing the way your hands start to tremble. satoru exhales softly and shakes his hair out of his eyes before gently pushing himself inside of you, and the first thought that enters your head is that he's ridiculously big—it feels like you're getting torn apart every second he goes in farther.
"satoruuu," you whine, starting to paw at his chest when he goes in farther, and it's too much, too fast, but he only grins down at you in response. "it hurts, ow... y're too—"
"uh uh, just shut your pretty mouth n' take it," satoru groans, shifting the angle of his hips and going in a little deeper. you cry out in pain, face scrunching up in an effort to numb the stinging sensation around your waist. satoru dips his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring praises on how well you're doing.
"it'll feel so good soon, i promise, baby," he insists, pressing his lips to the spot in between your eyes. "you're takin' me so good, fuck— agh, you're so damn tight, this one's gonna hurt like hell, but you can take it, yeah? my pretty princess, you'll do anythin' i say, won't ya..."
satoru doesn't give you a chance to respond before he says something about this being the last stretch, but his words don't really sink in until he's two more inches deep into you. his last thrust is so sudden and jarring that it makes you cry out his name, over and over and over until the pain evident on your face starts to turn into something that looks a lot like... pleasure?
a self-assured smile grows on satoru's flushed face when he sees the chance, and a thousand more words of praise fall from his lips. your vision's a little fuzzy in the corners, and your mind is all but gone—it's hard to focus on anything but the slowly fading pain.
satoru starts to move his hips back and forth, easing your loosening cunt into him and nodding at the way you slowly start to show signs of wanting more. your eyes brighten up a little and you seem more alert the longer satoru opens you up.
"startin' to feel good now?" he asks, smiling smugly when you nod your head. "yeah, told you so." the prominent blush on his face starts to creep down his neck, and when you reach up and tentatively touch his cheek, that's when he loses it.
it takes every drop of self-restraint in his body to not flip you over, face-down and ass-up and fuck your tight cunt the way he's dreamed about for months. satoru's imagined it for so long that it's practically a reality for him—the way you would whimper his name and claw at the sheets, the way you would cum all over him too many times to count, all of it. he's seen it a thousand times in his head, but having his fantasy so close and yet so far drives him insane.
but as you smile up at him, the almost unnoticeable tremble in your bottom lip assures him that this probably isn't the time. after all, you're not leaving him anytime soon, so he might as well train you first before even attempting any of that on your perfect, untouched body.
"what do i do now?" you ask, and the simplicity of the question is almost childish. especially when satoru almost laughs in response, soft blue eyes glinting with amusement.
"jus' lie there and stay pretty f'me. and keep your legs spread wiiide open," satoru cooes, shaking his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall right back in.
"yeah, you're doin' so good that i don't even buy that you were a virgin—or are you just naturally made for me, huh? maybe that's it, 'cause i swear on my life that i've never fucked a cunt this fuckin' pretty, heh."
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prokopetz · 2 months
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People keep trying to construct analogies for the cultural dominance of Dungeons & Dragons in tabletop roleplaying spaces like "imagine you met a guy who considers himself a cinema buff but exclusively watches Marvel Cinematic Universe films released within the past 12 months, explaining that he doesn't branch out because he just doesn't have the time to learn the lore of a second cinematic universe; when you suggest avoiding that problem by watching a standalone film that isn't part of any cinematic universe, he reacts like you're a huge weirdo, and after a bit of questioning it turns out he genuinely believes that films which are part of massive cinematic universes and black and white Eastern European art films about depression are the only kinds of movies which exist", and I know this is intended as hyperbole to illustrate the absurdity of the situation at hand, but, like, I have literally met the guy they are describing.
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