#want this to be in mcu now

[powerbottom-thor]

“Thor would never wear a dress🥸”

My man literally wore a dress to seduce some giants and get his hammer back✨🤺

[papanowo]

what is their problem like actually

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[mischievous-thunder]

[crovoroh]

its okay, sam joined him on the couch, they had a sleepover in their shared living room

[mels-trashblog]

What the actual fuck do you mean that Agatha initiated the kiss??? She was so desperate that she even went in for another try???

This will live rent free in my mind for the rest of my days.

[carebooks]

Billy’s first instinct in his new body was to immediately scream out for his brother—

[headcanonthings]

Sam: I don't want Steve to die Sam: You don't want Steve to die Sam: So now we need to make sure that Steve doesn't make Steve die Bucky: Fantastic plan, but have you fucking met him?

[kapelukh]

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ winter soldier james 'bucky' barnes - 01

cw : possessiveness, obsession, violence, kinda dark theme, (badly translated russian surely)

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you were his. he didn’t know why—he just knew. they had given you to him, placed you in his hands like an offering. he was different with you, calmer, more in control. and after a mission like this, after the blood and the violence, he needed you.

all he got was another doctor. but they weren’t you. they had no right to touch him the way they did. so he made sure they knew. his vibranium hand closed around the doctor’s throat, tightening with ease. panic flickered in their eyes, hands clawing at his grip, but it was useless. as the others rushed forward to intervene, the winter soldier ended it—snapping their neck with a single hand.

"Ты знаешь, кого я хочу." that was all he said. his voice was gruff—he was never one to speak much. his gaze swept across the room, tense, ready to strike again. and judging by the fear on the other doctors' faces, they knew he would.

you were the only good thing in this place. the only thing worth coming back to. the people in charge had noticed his attachment—and they had used it against him. if he behaved, he got to see you for his usual procedures. if he didn’t, others took your place—harsher hands, crueler methods, and pain laced with sadistic pleasure.

he had been good, so why weren’t you here? you were supposed to be here. they knew better than to touch you—the winter soldier had made it clear. you were his. not theirs. only he could touch you.

he hadn’t. not yet.

you were not harmed, just working on another soldier—a man who had been sent on a reconnaissance mission but got hurt. it wasn’t severe, but it still required a lot of stitches, so it took some time. doing that kind of simple work was grounding. it was why you were a doctor—to help people.

you had ended up at hydra without fully realizing it, just like most of the people here. the job offer seemed simple enough—a doctor with good benefits. then came talk of a promotion, and before you knew it, you were in russia, working on a ticking bomb.

you had heard whispers about the winter soldier, about his methods. when you were sent to work on him, you had been terrified. and yet, he never laid a hand on you. you had seen him be violent, hurt people, kill them—but his anger was never directed at you.

still, you tried to avoid him as much as possible. yet, sometimes, you felt him—an unseen presence, an unrelenting gaze fixed on you. while working in your lab, the feeling would creep up on you, heavy and inescapable. when you treated him, you saw the way he looked at you. it wasn’t healthy—obsession. you told yourself it made sense; in his position, anyone would cling to the only person who was kind to them. but this was different. this was something darker.

hurried footsteps pulled you from your thoughts as the doors to your lab burst open. before you could say a word, they were already shouting—ordering you to get to the winter soldier’s room. the only place he was allowed besides his quarters. the fear on their faces told you everything you needed to know. something had happened.

his eyes locked onto you the moment you entered the room. you had been briefed beforehand—he needed to be sedated, he was too unstable. yet they kept sending you. you were the highest-ranking doctor here, the one with the most experience, the most research. but after seeing how they treated their assets, you knew your life didn’t mean much to them.

you couldn’t have been more wrong. they needed you to keep the program running, but they needed the winter soldier more. and he wanted you—so they gave you to him.

"Я хорошо себя вел. Где ты был?" his rough voice said. you had no idea what he meant—you never learned russian.

at first, you thought this would be a quick mission, yet you had been here for a year. not that it mattered. aside from the military base, you never went anywhere. it was tricky with the soldier. though he understood english, he made no effort to speak it. you had come to believe they had conditioned him that way. one-sided conversations were what you were used to now.

you approached him, your body language tense, uneasy. they had told you what he had done.

the winter soldier watched you closely, his frown deepening. he knew you—every detail, every habit, every subtle shift in your expression. he had spent hours observing you, memorizing you, ensuring nothing ever happened to you. and now, he could sense it. the fear.

had he not proven himself? had he not shown you that he would never hurt you?

all those times you hurt him, he never flinched. needles, scalpels, stitches—you had done it all, and he took it in silence. with other doctors, he would have broken their wrists, torn through restraints, left them bloody and terrified. but not with you. he sat still, watching, waiting. he knew you didn’t mean to hurt him. not like they did.

"Ты же знаешь, что я не делаю этого с тобой." he spoke again, gesturing to your right. turning your head slightly, you saw what the others had mentioned—they had left him there, on the floor. too close to the soldier to retrieve. "Это только для них."

bruises, scratches, and a fresh open wound.

nothing too drastic, especially for an enhanced body like his, but still something that needed to be cleaned—before the shocks.

so you proceeded, silent under his unrelenting gaze. he watched you like a hawk, every movement scrutinized. after a year around him, you had grown used to his ways—the constant surveillance, the need for control, the way his fingers curled into fists when something you did displeased him. he had spent countless hours studying you, but you had been watching him just as closely.

once you were done, you glanced up—and, just as you expected, his eyes were still on you, unwavering. he watched as you turned away, reaching for the tranquilizer. you knew he didn’t like it, but you hoped he would let you be. this was how it had to be.

you patched him up before they messed with his head. procedures.

he let you. he would, for now. but there would come a time when he’d had enough. and that time was getting closer—he could feel it. when that day came, he would kill them all. he wouldn’t stop until the very last person in this base had drawn their final breath.

all except you. he’d take you with him.

"скоро." was the last thing he said before his mind and body went numb. he watched you as you left, your form blurry. you never stayed for that part. he liked to think it was because you couldn’t bear to see him suffer.

soon, his suffering would end. you would both be free. and he would have you all to himself—just as it was meant to be.

what you didn’t realize as you left him there was that they had given you a weapon—a lethal one, willing to burn the world to the ground for you.

Ты знаешь, кого я хочу.- you know who i want.

Я хорошо себя вел. Где ты был? - i've been good. where were you?

Ты же знаешь, что я не делаю этого с тобой. - you know i don't do that with you.

это только для них. - that's only for them.

скоро. - soon.

[papanowo]

i watched brave new world the night it came out and was promptly obsessed with the sight of sam wilson SURFING A MISSILE ????

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[mischievous-thunder]

The silly boys strike again!

[bietrofastimoff23]

John's tag:

[sacredfixation]

Touch starved god learns emotions, immediately forgets how to hold still

Loki is SO tactile. He starts off performing, still the sharp, composed version of himself he thinks he has to be. the controlled gestures, the careful posture, the way he only moves when he needs to, like he’s conserving himself. like he doesn’t believe he’s allowed to be anything more.

as the series goes on he becomes looser, more expressive. Touching his chest, reaching out, grasping.

Like he’s becoming real, tangible, soft.

Loki moves like someone who wasnt allowed to take up space for so long and then suddenly, he has to. initially his hands are calculated, with deliberate little flicks.

But as he unravels as he becomes, his hands follow. His expressions soften, his face stops being a mask and starts being his. he gestures more, presses his hands to his chest when he talks, reaches out when he’s feeling something too much. like every emotion is too big to keep inside. like he’s overflowing.

Loki moves like someone who spent centuries as a shadow and is only now realizing he has a body. he gestures like he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he stops. like he’s trying to prove to himself that he’s here, that he’s real.

he presses a hand to his chest when he talks, like he’s grounding himself. like he’s checking. am i still here? is this still me? he grips his own arms, his own wrists, like he has to hold himself in. like he might spill out otherwise.

his body used to be a tool: graceful, deceptive, a weapon. but now? now it’s his. awkward, shaky, hesitant. he fidgets. he trembles. he holds onto himself because he doesn’t know who else will. (cough mobius cough)

[batcavescolony]

I see a lot of people upset about William Kaplan being dead and no one mourning him cus Billy stole his body and I just don't see it that way. The kid in Wanda Vision is Billy Maximoff, The teenager at the Bar Mitzvah is William Kaplan, the Teen that got taken to the hospital after the wreck is neither and both Billy Maximoff and William Kaplan. That Teen went home with the abilities of Billy Maximoff, to the home of William Kaplan, with memories of neither and lived there for three years. He cares about Rebecca and Jeff, he lied to the to protect them from pain, they are his parents. He wants to find Tommy, he has magical powers, he wants to know who he is. All of these things are true. I wouldn't say William Kaplan is dead he just doesn't remember, like Agatha wasn't dead when he was Agnes, she just didn't remember.