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rewatching agents of shield and the absolute GARBAGE coulson went through in the span of like four episodes 😭 finding out he was practically tortured back to life, daisy being shot, SHIELD being compromised, Ward, May revealing new EXTREMELY IMPORTANT information every other second, wild goose-chase after Fury (who is presumed dead, mind you), Fitz and Jemma almost dying, AND SO MUCH MORE? IT'S BEEN LIKE FIVE MINUTES GIVE HIM A BREAK

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To my lovely followers and Marvel/MCU fans, I recently published my Bucky Barnes fic on Wattpad! Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/380486430-surely-a-future-%E2%99%B1-b-barnes :3 I hope you enjoy. It's slow publishing—slower than I'd like at least—but I'm not gonna abandon this. Or at least, I'm not gonna try to XD

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Spoilers for Thunderbolts*, but

It perfectly captured what it feels like to fight for someone with depression / struggling against mental illness. It put an emotional—sometimes even spiritual—battle into beautiful imagery. The desperation, the determination, the love. Gosh, and Yelena's broken voice whispering: "You're not alone" KILLED ME. I was SOBBING in the theatre. Not to mention Walker being the second person to break free of The Void's restraints to reach and hold Bob. Don't touch me I hate them all, they're such a family.

And also the way Bob kept fighting The Void even when Yelena reached him. How it took his body time to catch up to what his heart was understanding. But also, Yelena never trying to pull him away. She just held him. Assured him.

You can't always stop someone from fighting alone, but you can hold them until they do. And I think that's such a beautiful, accurate portrayal of broken people holding each other together.

The scene where Bob is beating the shit out of the dark version of himself and Yelena risks it all to run across the room to hold him, the others following suit shortly after, is easily one of the most powerful scenes in a marvel movie literally ever like it’s so important

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PLEASE 👏 TAG 👏 YOUR 👏 FICS. i have blocked and restricted so many tags for a REASON, and people still aren't tagging them as smut/nsfw. please 👏 TAG 👏 THEM 👏!!!!!!!!! thank you !!!!!!

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Constellations

Pairing: John Marston x Reader

Summary: John Marston has never been a vulnerable man. He's always been haunted by the ghosts of the past, holding his feelings close to his chest, and keeping everyone at arms length. But when you come into his life, the cement walls built over his heart begin to chip.

Warnings: None, aside from possibly out of character and BAD writing (which I apologize in advance). No swearing, no nsfw. All comfort :)

Word Count: 888 words!

A/N: I have never written for John, so I'm sorry if anything is out of character for him! He's always been an annoying mosquito to me (KIDDING, he's amazing), but for my lovely followers, I will deliver. I hope you enjoy @pheracy !!!! <3 I also tried to make the reader as like, non-descriptive as possible—as well as being obscure about the "project" she is working on. I want to leave it up to your imagination :D

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John Marston was far from a gentle man.

From the callouses etched into his hands to the hoarse edge to his voice, he was rough. He was like chalk grating against a chalkboard or a rock wedged in the sole of a horses hoof. As Arthur so-affectionately called him, John was a nuisance.

But he was also a very sad man.

He always shrugged off the gang's (few and far in-between) attempts at comfort or assurance. He always used the follow up that he was "a man", that he was strong, reliable. He didn't need comfort or nursing, because he was not weak. However, at the core of himself, John dodged and weaved the onslaught of encouragement because he believed he did not deserve it. He wholeheartedly believed in a darkened image of himself: a merciless outlaw tainted by the blood of dozens.

And you saw that. You saw how John would recede into himself at the downward curl of someones lips. You heard the half-cocked retorts of sarcasm. You saw the shadow lurking behind the glint of annoyance in his eyes. And you, ever loving, pursued him anyways. The unrelenting tenderness simultaneously rattled and comforted John. Any other day, he would squirm and squint at comfort. He would spit out a snarky comment about how, "he didn't need nobody to baby him".

But not today. Today was different. Today was the anniversary of his mother's death.

It had been so long that John could barely recall her appearance, or remember her voice. He longed terribly for the soft palm of her hand pressing against his cheek. For a quiet lullaby to waft through the air, and strong arms to hold and shield him from the monsters in the dark. Even if that monster was himself.

With sagging shoulders and a low-hung head, John shuffled to your tent. Your face was scrunched in focus, scarred hands working at a project in your lap. You hadn't noticed him lingering until he spoke, his voice coarse with hesitance.

"Hey, uh, you busy?"

Lifting your head from your task, you smiled, and shook your head. "No, why?"

John eyed the items in your hand curiously. "Are you sure? Cuz', it kinda seems like you are. I can.. come back later if that'd—"

"Marston, f'you don't come out with what's brought you here, I'll squeeze it outta you myself." You cut him off with a breathy laugh.

The outlaw couldn't help but chuckle, still standing stiffly at the entrance to your petite, but homey tent. You shuffled to the head of your bed, and set aside your project, patting the spot beside you. John's tense stature softened slightly, and he hesitantly sat down next to you. He couldn't tell if the sudden warmth spreading through his chest was because it was hot as all get-out in the overlook, or because of how close you were.

"Well, what brings you here cowboy?" You asked in a hum, sitting crisscross applesauce as your stare met his. John picked at the dusty fabric beneath his legs, his gaze falling to the weeds peaking out from under the cot. Memories of worn smile lines and creased green, grinning eyes floated to the forefront of his mind. He squinted, pawing at the ground with the heel of his boot.

"I just... I.. I suppose I, uh—" he stuttered, an embarrassed flush flooding through his face. He brought a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at it anxiously as he searched for just how to express his feelings. The way you worriedly watched him made it worse. John breathed in deeply, then exhaled, wiping the sweat gathering on his palms off on his jeans. "My mama passed away a while back on this day. I don't remember much of her anymore, really. But I-I know I miss er', that part of me ain't the same with her gone." He confessed, unable to lift his head to meet your penetratingly gentle expression. You leaned forwards with an understanding nod, gesturing for him to continue as you rested your hand on top of his.

Grief coated his throat in thick, sap-like layers as tears stung the waterlines of his eyes. "She was the purest soul, with a voice of'n angel. She'd—" he cut himself off with a sad chuckle, glancing at you with glossy iris'. "—she'd sing these songs, these terrible songs that didn't make no sense. And I loved every second of em', just cause she a' how good she made them sound." John said, the corners of his lips curling upwards at the memory. You mirrored the lifted countenance on the outlaws face, laughing at the way he shook his head with a bittersweet snicker. "Guess I'm... I'm comin' to you about it, cause' you remind me of er'." His words were strained, and husky as if it pained him to say them.

You spoke barely above a whisper, cutting him off before he could begin. "Thank you, Marston. For-for finally bein' open with me, for bein'... honest."

John's eyebrows tilted up, his expression a mixture of surprise and something else. Something stirring, and unspoken. Something intimate and kind.

And for just a moment, you saw the persona John Marston had built of himself crumble down as he responded, and grasped your hand. "Thank you, darlin'."

hi! just saw your post asking for requests <3!

what about a John Marston (RDR2) × reader lil story, when she's trying for John to open up about how he feels? About how he feels about his childhood, about how he sees life and at the end, John sees her as a safe place to go to when he feels bad because he knows she'd listen and understand him.

something like that :p if you end up deciding to write this, thank you so much in advance, I can't wait to read it! 💙

i can absolutely do this !!! i'll try my darndest to write john right, i haven't really written for him before xD but i will try to deliver :3

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"THIS is a man dealing with caring about a collateral casualty for the first time in his life", and "This is a man who has not even realized that people have died as collateral in all of their other fights until just now." Is 100% wrong. I understand the sentiment of the statement, but I disagree. Tony did not just care because the victims were American.

It is simply untrue in comic and MCU canon for Tony. Rewatching the first Iron Man, when Tony is approached by Christine after his dance with Pepper, he comes to full-frontal realization of collateral casualty. Remember Gulmira? The foreign village that was struck by the Ten Ring war-lord's using Tony's weapons that he manufactured? The weapons he didn't realize were being signed off without his permission? The weapons killing innocent men and women, American or not?

Not just that, but remember how he suited up and "kicked butt" likely not even an hour after that realization? Tony is all too familiar with collateral. Collateral is his middle name. The people serving as collateral damage haunt Tony day-in-day-out. Collateral is WHY HE'S IRON-MAN (Yinsen). That's why he came on so strongly about the Accords.

I am in no way saying I'm team Iron man, even with how much I absolutely love him. There is a LOT wrong with Tony's argument, and his brash approach to the Accords.

But Tony is in no way just now realizing the consequence of "collateral damage".

(Also just to preface, I mean this all with the utmost respect and light-hearted tone :3)

Steve dealing with casualties vs. Tony dealing with casualties

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He will <3 He always will. It is God's WHOLE memo. Throughout every part of the Bible—the love letter of God to humanity—He always wraps His arms around His people, and gives them another chance. He is the God of mercy, not of rejection. He is the Good Shepherd, not the devouring wolf. So, I will say it again, He will offer you chance after chance, because He loves you. Luke 15:11-32

Something something, once you discover religion it's so hard to pull away from it. I mean it's easy to be disappointed, to doubt, to convince yourself that God has left you and spitted in your face even, and yet. As time passes, as your misery remains, and you start getting pulled in again. Living in sin didn't make the pain any better. You crack open your Bible, you cry, you ask for forgiveness and confess how utterly lost you feel, how you need him to be the guiding light, how you put faith in his plan, and you hope he will wrap his arms around you and offer you another chance.

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Steve "I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first." Rogers

Bucky "And it's always coincidentally in the back of an alley beating you to a pulp." Barnes

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hi! just saw your post asking for requests <3!

what about a John Marston (RDR2) × reader lil story, when she's trying for John to open up about how he feels? About how he feels about his childhood, about how he sees life and at the end, John sees her as a safe place to go to when he feels bad because he knows she'd listen and understand him.

something like that :p if you end up deciding to write this, thank you so much in advance, I can't wait to read it! 💙

i can absolutely do this !!! i'll try my darndest to write john right, i haven't really written for him before xD but i will try to deliver :3

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hi i take x reader requests so if any of you have an idea or desire, i will write it (as long as it is sfw and within my guidelines) PLEASE I'M SO BORED FILL MY INBOX

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i NEED to see more of bruce banner in fanfics bc he is beyond funny in the movies and comics. not to mention there is so much more potential to him than just nerdy scientist who gets big, and green when he's angry. where's the soft assurances toward injured oc's/readers? where's the funny hulk quips mid-battle after he saves someone? where's the sarcastic diagnosis' during a checkup? he deserves better :(

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i cannot believe tom cruise auditioned for tony stark. imagine a five minute sequence of tony stark running across roof-tops away from an antag bc his suit isn't working 💀 imagine the completely ooc, unnecessary stunts.

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Tony: Text me to say you’re home safely

Peter: I’m home dangerously

Tony: Stop it

Peter: I’m home lethally

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never mess with the avengers gang 🙏🏽

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one of them covering for the other when an invention goes terrible wrong, like exploding and setting off a chain event of other doodads exploding. or rhodey covering for tony's absences with the most bizzare excuses "his microwave blew up and concussed him, ma'am" / "dum-e stabbed him last night, he's getting stitches"

Currently obsessed with thinking about mit era rhodey and Tony

WHAT SHENANIGANS DID THEY GET UP TO