do you ever. think about. how matt would have been able to sense everyone getting turned into dust by thanos.
i can’t stop thinking abt it AND WHAT IF JANE—i can’t even finish that sentence okay bye
Oh do I ever. Because he'd hear it all: the first scream.
The next.
And then the next.
Growing and growing, until it seemed like the whole city, the city as a whole was crying out in terror, as if the bones of New York itself had each grown mouths, and with one gust of wind, the scent of an entire block, an entire neighborhood, miles and miles and millions and millions of bodies worth of terror filled his nose until he could barely smell his own fear, barely smell the sudden waft of dust as the small, fuzzy shape cowering beneath the bed whispers away.
He wouldn't know what it was at first, either. He'd hear the cars crashing for lack of drivers - strange, strange, where were the drivers? - and maybe a plane or two, massive ground-rumbling shrieks of twisting metal and flame as planes descending for landing or takeoff veered off course. He'd hear the dogs howling, the children wailing, the piercing alarms from the hospital blocks away as patients and doctors and nurses all fell away in the midst of injections and surgeries and CPR.
Worst of all: so many of those his sense passed across would just...
...vanish.
Where was his wife?
Fran next door was gone between one breath and the next, a half-full container of fish food falling to the floor.
Where is she?
He would stretch his senses farther. She'd gone out that day, helping to find people lost or trapped in rubble after the attack. That was what his wife did, what she always did, always sifting through the rubble afterwards, chasing the threads of bodies both living and dead. But she'd - she'd been coming home, so she'd be close, she should be coming home, she couldn't be far.
Later, he would seek penance for what he dared to pray.
Please.
The little boy walking his dog down the block went next, the whining terrier crouched uncertainly over a pile of dust suddenly smaller than he.
Not her.
The antique dealer across the street—
Please, anyone but her.
—the Johanas in your old building—
Not now. Not after we made it.
—and body after body, vanishing just as fast, faster even than his senses could race past, thousands, millions of gaping mouths shocked silent as they go to dust, and then...
thinking about an au wherein akutagawa joins the ada and stops taking his Port Mafia Mandated Medicine for his lung disease and he doesn’t wanna tell anyone about it because that is a Weakness but for some reason his disease is?? going away??? and PLOT TWIST turns out mori/maybe past dazai iunno was POISONING HIM for REASONS (i have not yet figured out the Reasons)
LETS MAKE THIS INTO A JOKE PLS LIKE THE JD/SLUSHIE SHIT OR SM LIKE THAT.
Idk what got into me, but I have a new Heathers crackship(maybe not so crackship) idea.
STONER CHICK X VERONICA.
Ok guys, hear me out. After i saw this clip:
I went nuts thinking about a way these two could be gay and happy and idk why I am giving sm personality to a heathers ensemble character, she doesn't even have a name???? Wtf me???
and idk then somehow be gay with veronica after the party, like the JD accident or smh like that where she accidentally goes into her window and they smoke and fuck or idk man
How would we call it?
Vestoner?
Stonerica?
Idk man.
some fucked up fanart lol