#mcu-ish

[grezzirossi]

Sambucky kissies :3

[spidey-official]

guys im like insanely single. stop asking about deadpool and torch and daredevil and whoever the fuck else you guys think i have a thing with. i do not. i, instead, have this very cool thing called a civilian identity. who is so, insanely not interested in revealing himself to the general public, which also means keeping work and play separate. calm down and leave me alone about it

[thisshadowwrites]

i have seen gay porn less homoerotically charged than whatever the fuck they were doing in that hyundai civic

[lmokis]

animated bob?!?!

[papa-nick-shieldfam]

Incorrect quotes

A few months after Natasha fully joined shield, first solo mission.

Nick: Natasha explain why you’re covered in dirt

Natasha: had a fight 

Nick:*deadpan* now explain why there’s a guy buried under your feet

Natasha: *drinking straight vodka like water* I won the fight

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After they all started becoming family

Nick: why are you like this? *looking annoyed at Natasha Who is covered in blood.*

Natasha:*vague gesturing*

Nick: *long sigh* clean up and get the paperwork done and for fu*k’s sake, less collateral damage, please

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During a meeting with Natasha,Clint, Maria and fury

Maria:*whispering to Natasha* we promised Nick we would be professional at least this week

Natasha: I can and I am being professional

Maria: then why are you holding my hand during a mission briefing?

Natasha: *in a dead pan, monotone voice* emotional support

Clint: *snickering*

Nick: you know what I need some peace and motherfu*king kittens to pet

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Somewhere,probably shield headquarters hallway(honestly I have no idea. I kind of feel like this incorrect quote that I made would probably be in a hallway.)

Nick:*exhausted sigh* Natasha

Natasha: director

Nick: Natasha

Natasha: yes director?

Nick: Natasha *agitated*

Natasha: what?

Nick: why the hell is Barton on fire?!

Clint:I’m one with the flames!

Nick:*sigh* forget I even asked

Natasha: already forgotten sir

———————

In nick’s office

Maria: why do you look so pleased, nat?

Natasha: no reason, you know why Nick called us into his office

Maria: probably to yell at us for making out on the meeting table

Natasha:*about to open her mouth only to be interrupted by the door, slamming open*

Nick: why in the HELL is there FIVE HYDRA for agents tied up in the lobby of the headquarters?

Maria:*snorts in disbelief* Natasha?

Nick:*eye quirk at Natasha* well?

Natasha: hey it’s not my fault, I was just out and about taking a walk around the headquarters when I tripped and fell into hydra prevention. And don’t worry I checked there’s no other hydra agents hiding around the base.

Nick and Maria: *mild snort sigh*

[radioactive-yuri]

in case u couldn't tell by the fic i Just wrote, i am fascinated by the thunderbolts including three whole guys whose love language is teasing...and one guy who is extremely sensitive to teasing. like something's gotta give here. because john's such a tightly wound up ball of insecurity that the lightest of jabs gets interpreted as a personal attack by him, and he will respond with aggression. so either bucky, ava, and yelena all have to collectively give up their favourite passtime (poking fun at people they're close to) or they have to somehow undo the mental link john has between being the subject of playful banter and being genuinely humiliated, worthless, or a failure. extremely interesting communication issues going on here, i fear

[chaossmagic]

bucky saying something really sweet and meaningful and then immediately following it up with a 'LOL jk' sarcastic comment bc he's deeply traumatized and doesn't know how to express his feelings like a normal person so he wants to show he cares but he's also deeply uncomfortable is everything to me. he's just like me fr.

[theleavesofwesteros]

love hearts (Loki x F!Reader)

A/N: I'm back already with another oneshot (yay)! This one is shorter and it's a valentine's day one, something fluffy/smutty in honour of me thirsting over loki again (and him being my only valentine this year). anyways, i hope you all enjoy and are doing well!

PS: happy birthday to tom hiddleston! <3

PPS: thank you again to @cafekitsune for the divider and the permission to use it!

AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62925667

She often wondered how she'd even gotten into this situation. Dating a god wasn't just something that people did. People, human ones, especially. Moreover, dating a god who'd been forced and tortured into trying to destroy New York City was even more of an unusual case. How could she even bring that up to the people in her life? She didn't, actually. She and Loki acted like he was a mortal (much to his amusement) and he simply charmed everyone with a well-timed grin and any possible contradictions about their supposed story were forgotten. However, one bad thing about their romance was how unpredictable his appearances could be. His own habits had to do with that, of course. He liked keeping people (especially her) on their toes. But he was also a royal prince to some kingdom on another planet that she'd not yet seen. He seemed keen not to take her just yet. "Mother would love you," he often insisted, but he didn't say as much about his adoptive father. She didn't think she'd be quite fond of the man either, from what she'd heard. 

Loki had been gone for two weeks now. On Asgard, or maybe even one of the other Realms at this rate. He tried, but communication was somewhat hard to maintain inter-planetarily. She understood, but she missed him. Her life was rather particularly mundane, and especially during the colder months, he was the most exciting thing about her. He always regaled her with stories of his centuries of life, or simply got her to do things she would've never thought to do on her own. 

It was February now, thankfully. After a particularly long January, she found that the second month of the year was going by in a flash. Today of all days, happened to be Valentine's Day, the day of love and friendship. She'd never made a big deal of it, or had big expectations for it, but she'd still opted to wear something of the pink/red variety to work today. She'd gotten in touch with the important people in her life and they'd thanked one another for being in each other's lives. She'd even received a small package of love hearts at work from one of her colleagues (everyone had gotten one). With no warning from her lover, she felt it was safe to assume that his business (whatever it was), had not yet been concluded and that he would not be joining her tonight. She was alright with it. Even if she wasn't, there wasn't much she could very well do about it. 

That's why she found herself making a casual meal for herself, something not too complicated, and then pouring herself a nice drink. It was a day to celebrate, after all, and it had fallen on a Friday, so she felt she could indulge a little and welcome the weekend. Even if she was alone to celebrate it this time, she still had herself, and that was an important person to thank and cherish, indeed. 

What she did not expect, was to hear the telltale woosh of magic, rather, of seiðr, that usually preceded the arrival of someone with a far longer lifespan than hers. She'd just finished washing and putting away the very few dishes she'd used for both the preparation of dinner and the cooking of it, when she turned to see just who had teleported into her apartment. She hoped her guess wasn't wrong. 

And it wasn't. He stood there, waiting for her to set eyes on him. When she did, in his (always) dramatic fashion, he spread his arms wide and grinned with pride at himself. 

"I... am back," Loki said dramatically, nearly waiting for applause. 

She approached him and wrapped her arms around him right away, smiling into his chest. 

"I can see that. Welcome back," She says, her entire demeanor seemingly softening in his presence. 

It was impressive how they did that to one another. 

"... Is that all? No tears of relief at my unexpected return? Darling..." He frowns, placing a hand to his chest. "I'm offended. I might just go back to Asgard for a redo."

She shoots a heatless glare in his direction. "Don't." 

He groans and moves to flop somewhat gracefully onto her couch, long legs spreading nearly automatically and giving her a great view of his thick thighs. She moves her eyes away before he can catch her and tease her for it. He was still dressed in his Asgardian leathers. The ones she loved so much, the ones that were black, with some gold and dark green accents and all those clasps and flaps and added (unecessary) parts. No helmet, though. She moved to him, sitting next to him, her thigh touching his. It earned her a nearly rakish grin, his eyes already glinting with a particular kind of mischief she'd come to recognize (and cherish). 

"I wasn't expecting you back just yet," She says in the comfortable silence. "Did you forget to send a message?"

"No. Did you miss me, love?" He asks, reaching out to place his arm on the back of the couch. He was teasing.

He could touch her so easily, move his big hand just a sliver and touch the back of her neck. But he wouldn't, and they both knew it. She wanted it too much. 

"Of course I did. I always do." She reassures him. 

He hums, considering her words and being seemingly pleased. 

"And... am I wrong in recognizing today as a mortal holiday?"

She falters for a beat, surprised that he considered that to be information worthy of being stored in his mind. 

"I... well, no. It's Valentine's Day, yeah." 

"Mm, as I thought, then. Good." He says, before conjuring up a small, green cloud of seiðr, which left only a rose in its wake. 

She seemed openly surprised at that. He grins and cocks his head. 

"What? Did you want twenty instead, my sweet?"

"No... I just didn't think you'd be back today, and I also didn't think we'd be doing this."

"Doing... this?"

"Yeah, you know... celebrating Valentine's together."

He seems offended at that. 

"And why the Hel not? Have we become lifelong enemies in my short absence? Have we had a falling out?" He gasps dramatically, looking at her with wide eyes. "Have you... found another?" He asks, knowing full well she hasn't. His facade of shock was already faltering, his eyes gleaming with mirth, and his lip twitching ever so slightly. 

She groans, rolling her eyes.

"No, Loki."

"Then... whyever shouldn't we celebrate this, pet? We are a couple, yes? And not a couple of friends, either..."

The final few words he says are lost to her, mind getting caught up in what he calls her. He only really calls her that when he has particular intentions with her. It makes something deep inside of her warm up. 

"We are a couple... of course we are. I just didn't think you'd care."

"Well... my lover is a mortal, and I assume that she cares for such a popular holiday in her world. I am trying to be nice, you know..."

"And I appreciate that... but I didn't expect my immortal boyfriend to even pay attention to what day it is on Midgard, much less make the effort to gift me a rose." She says, resting her cheek on his arm resting on the couch in thanks. 

He turns up his nose slightly at her calling him her boyfriend. He didn't much like that term, least of all for himself. He found that lover was better.

"Well, dearest, I am trying to be romantic. And nice... nicer. For you." He declares, still holding that damned rose. 

She smiles, and takes it, inhaling the scent of it. It was addicting, and so very fresh. Clearly magical. His doing, of course. It was the most perfect flower she'd ever seen. Its red petals smelled fresh, like dew and earth, but also of their expected rose scent. However, there was something disctinct at the end of the scent... a sort of aftertaste. An aftersmell? She practically sighed in relief at the smell of it. Loki grinned, her reaction and thoughts surely being obvious. Most of all to him, with his mind reading powers (that he swore he didn't use on her unless explicitly told to).

"That's ambrosia," He says in that low, soft purr that makes her insides feel all hot and molten. 

"Ambrosia? I thought that was only for gods to have." 

"Mm... in food and drink, yes, I suppose so. But no one said anything about smelling it, hmm? A simple enough enchantment, pet. Now..." His hand finally, finally moves, moving to touch the back of her neck ever so gently. "What is it you smell, hm?"

She focuses on that smell, trying to name it for him (he seemed to be after her answer like a cat after the cream). 

"It's... sort of woodsy.. minty, I guess... and leather-y?" She speaks carefully, naming the scents out with careful consideration, her eyes closed to make sure she is smelling it all properly. 

Her eyes open, and she finds him looking all smug and proud, his hand now rubbing her neck softly. 

"It's you. It smells like you. This isn't ambrosia." 

"Oh..." He purrs proudly, leaning in. "But it is, my love... ambrosia tastes, or smells, like ones favourite things. I suppose that just means..." He moves in further, pressing the lightest kiss she's ever felt to her neck. "One of those things for you... is me,"

Her pulse flutters both at his words and at the touch of his lips to her skin. God, she just wanted to absolutely devour him sometimes. Okay, all of the time. He was all long limbs, and he was lean, but he was also so built. He was strong, and those shoulders... and that ass. And all the other, more salacious parts of him, and all they could and had done to her. 

"I've missed you," She says and she finds herself breathless in his presence. 

"Oh, pet... I've missed you, too..." He grins, his voice getting lower, the last few words nearly a groan. 

"I want you to kiss me..." She whispers.

"I'll kiss you... and then I'll kiss you everywhere... and then I shall lick you everywhere." He vows, pressing a kiss to her jaw, this time. 

She groans, hand moving to brace herself onto one of his biceps. 

"I want you to take me... or I can take you..." She says, unable to stop herself from getting closer, from trying to sit in his lap, from simply trying to make herself one with him. 

He laughs softly, even as he pulls her closer, half of her in his lap by now. 

"We've time enough for both, my heart... the night is yet young, and we've a fortnight to make up for, hm?"

"Plus, it is Valentine's Day." She reminds him softly, pressing the first of her kisses to his neck, and then his sharp jaw, and then those damned sharp cheekbones. 

He moans softly at her attentions, holding her closer by the waist. 

"Oh, yes, it is indeed... the day of love, and lust... we must do our best to celebrate it, yes?"

And celebrate it, they do indeed.

[jamesbukkakebarnes]

let's ignore the fact that i've been super inactive and focus on them 💕 i just want yall to know i think abt stevebucky (and alpine) constantly 😭

anyway it's my birthday, and ive been doing a lot of Thinking and idk, i think im gonna start posting art w/o worrying abt if it's good or not. so here's steve and bucky and little alpine sleeping in (i love that for them) 🩷

[grezzirossi]

for the art challenge no. 8 with sambucky please? 🥰🫡

Here u go :3 decided to go for their old tfatws clothes :3

Also :

Only floof in that brain Requests are closed! :>

[mmickeygeee]

If I posted this mcu based oc what would yall think?

Love this goober

He’s just a teacher in severe student loan debt that’s why he robs banks :))

[homosexual-work-account]

I’ve been rewatching some of the phase 1 MCU films and almost the entirety of Steve’s Captain America trilogy and its made me realise that the partial reason why the new MCU films are complete ass now is that the studio tries to cut most the political ties the characters have, as well as their lack of want to actually have a serious tone; which is strangely most exemplified in Sam’s film (unfortunately)

Brave New World presents you with the idea that it’s a political thriller — even from the name, which is a reference to Aldous Huxley’s novel Brave New World, which is mostly unrelated to the film besides it’s themes of eugenics and exploitation of the ‘genetically inferior’, which was biologically constructed by the upper class to justify that exploitation. The implication is then that the film could potentially explore themes similar to this, specifically with Isaiah — a character’s whose labour exploitation/abuse was justified using his race, a construct made up by the upperclass to justify themselves. It’s a similar thing to Captain America: Civil War, where the evocation of the Civil War aided the themes of stripped rights for the enhanced and the struggle for extreme control or none at all. It’s a purposeful choice to invoke certain political themes.

And Brave New World just, doesnt? It does to a certain extent — it discusses the abuse that Isaiah experienced due to his race but it just doesnt go beyond that. It’s especially put in a bad light once put in juxtaposition with Sam Wilson — an inherently political character due to his past actions and as a black Captain America — who works with the man who tried literally fucking stripping the rights of enhanced individuals, Ross, who literally has very little difference to the people who exploited Isaiah because he commited the exact same actions that stripped Isiah of his rights back in the 50s. It’s actual insanity that the film tries justifing Sam working with the government when he had been considered a war criminal for eight god damn years (I dont think he was officially un-declared a war criminal until after End-Game) and he works with the man who literally forced him into becoming one. The surface level political commentary it offers around race is instantly destroyed once Sam works with the man who literally enacted those exact same systems of oppression against the enhanced, all because the man ‘felt bad’. I’m actually flabbergasted at the audacity.

The film axes whatever political ties Sam had in the past, in turn destroying all previous character work in order to present a Sam that works with the very same government that he went against because his political ideology was inherently against what they were doing. I’ve not seen much of his show with Bucky, but from what I’ve seen it holds similar ideals to his previous characterisation so this film just shat itself because it was too scared to say anything. I cannot understand why they did what they did with Sam. It boggles my mind.

Comparing to previous films like Iron-Man — a film that addresses the military industrial complex and denounces those who make a profit off war and says that you have a moral duty to do the least amount of harm. While it has its issues, it was a decent commentary — and Captain America; The Winter Soldier — a film addressing unstable governments and how the systems it sets up to protect the people becomes ineffective because of the fascistic ideals built into it, as well as government overreach and surveillance. Hell, even the first Avengers film addressed creating nuclear weapons ‘in case’ of invasion, which creates political tension rather than solves it; which the narrative actually addresses by explicitly giving away the tesseract so they don’t. Many of the other films dont have overtly political ideas, but still have politics affect the narrative in some way — the best one off the top of my head being Ant-Man; which is something that I haven’t seen pop up in the newer projects, though many dropped the ball on this as well back then.

Politics, and in turn the darker tones of the earlier MCU films, has been absent because the films are too scared to actually say anything and alienate the audience. It tries adressing identity politics without having a fucking clue what they’re saying so they backtrack and sprinkle it in between tonal whiplash and funny hijinks. It’s too scared to go for the systems so they move towards character driven stories that rarely address the world they exist in — it’s been two years in world after Endgame, three years maybe and yet its rarely adressed that the blipped happened, the accords are dissolved off screen, the political tension of the existence of enhanced individuals are dropped. They sever the political ties the characters have to the events/structures within their own world and when they try to address them they fundamentally misunderstand why the characters are political in the first place.

[harpoonsnotspoons]

He can't stop telling people what went on in the Honda Odyssey

[gloriousburden]

Avengers Loki demanding that you kneel before him, and you get all flustered before you do so. You kneel, but quite hesitantly for someone who’s wellbeing is at stake. You’re looking up at him and nervously spit out something along the lines of.. ‘Um… I haven’t really done this before..’ and Loki, not realizing you misunderstood and took his demand in a completely different light, is a little confused by your reaction and just thinks ‘Obviously ???’

And he’s thinking really hard about this. A god hasn’t attempted to subjugate midgard in a while.. Considering your kind’s lifespan on average, obviously you haven’t done this before.. Oh, the humans are so silly. Such lost creatures.

[textsfromthetva]

The Onion + Loki (8/?)

[chaossmagic]

hc that the watchtower (new avengers tower???) has heated floors - not just because it's bougie (and lbr valentina is basically being blackmailed to give them everything the team anything they want so they don't expose her) but because both bucky and ava have chronic pain and lying down on the warm floor feels good on their aching joints and spasming muscles

(also people have definitely tripped over them before)