#karen wanda

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

these pictures are killing me i’m so fucking dead lmfao LOOK at her this is totally karen wanda. the haircut, the single finger up, the thin cardigan, the tight shirt and pants combo, the fake ass smile omg i’m on the floor

[lovehealsandlovehurts]

i just need her to tell me i'm a good girl and stroke my hair while i look up at her in awe

[batllethinker]

Did it all for love

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Actual footage of @cthulhus-curse​ and I messaging about things we’d do to Karen Wanda 

[sta7z]

I’m talking to YOU, Karen!Wanda simps 🤨

[cornsword]

Happy International Women’s Day

[guest-1-2-3]

so. never consumed any mcu content whatsoever. however i have recently stumbled upon peter parker/harley keener fanfics, went down a rabbit hole, and am now obsessed with their dynamic and i realized i have just fallen into the trap of another blond + southerner + sarcastic + calls-his-boyfriend-darlin’ + infinitely supportive + big fucking nerd x incredibly traumatized + sarcastic + italian + orphan + definitely-started-saving-the-world-too-young + big fucking nerd ship. i am nothing if not predictable

[vsthepomegranate]

Angry Women (1992)

edited by A. Juno and V. Vale

[dovelywind]

Hii! Could you pls share your top 5 mcu women?

ꕥ| Dove’s way more than top 5 fave MCU ladies — Natasha, Wanda, Elektra, MJ, Christine, Jessica, Gamora, Valkyrie, Karen, & Jen

Hiya! Thanks for the ask. It really made me think cause…I uh, well I like a lot of them. Not particularly for all of their arcs in the movies/tv series, but for their characterization. I could go on a whole rant about each of them.

Nat’s definitely my girl. Loved her from watching her in the animated movies and tv shows. After that, I can’t even say if it’s clear for my list because it’s so neck and neck. I see bits and pieces myself in all of them as well as traits I admire. (Like Wanda, MJ, Elektra, & Jess are a fun mix of me, lol). How deeply they love, their courage to protect, to be empathetic, their intelligence, wittiness, intuitiveness, dry or bubbly personalities…a lot of things. They’ve been through so much — (grief, loneliness, people misunderstanding them, and that’s only the tip of the iceberg.)

So. Yep. Let me not ramble, but they’re a few of my faves.

[paris9]

We need more Karen Wanda fics.

[lovehealsandlovehurts]

she's so mommy, need her to punish me and tell me im a bad girl

[batllethinker]

Very milfy

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Mechanic!R will make her happy! Eventually I mean 🤠😁

And man idk I didn't write in forever but this storyline has me invested, I'm actually thinking about writing a whole story about it, what you think? A good reason to come out of retirement 😃

- 🔧 anon

PLEASE DO

[wandanatschild]

Two Ends Of The Same Spectrum

Prologue:

“Out! Get out Lawrence! We’ve talked about this before!” The woman was fuming as she grabbed the man’s oil-stained shirt, throwing it furiously at the Latino’s head who had no chance of dogging, smacking him straight in the face.

“Wanda, I-”

“No! Get out!” the strawberry blonde hissed through gritted teeth, a set of steel-toe boots flying out of the open bedroom door.

Emerald eyes were wide in shock. Never had the mechanic anticipated such an outrageous, violent reaction from the middle-aged woman. It had been an accident, a slip up on his side, a weak moment. God did he wish he could take the words back. Words whispered in the peaceful haze of post orgasmic bliss, an angel laying in his arms, nose nuzzled into warm skin, kisses plastered along scars. Never had the man felt this loved, this cared for. Unfortunately, his mouth worked quicker than his brain.

Pulling his shirt hastily over a full head of jet-black curls, the bewildered Cuban grabbed his jeans before collecting the pair of leather boots from the hallway floor, avoiding the burning glare that was aimed his way, the hair on the back of his neck standing in irritation.

To his surprise, wrapped in a thin robe followed the Sokovian closely as they made their way down the carpeted staircase into the forefront of the luxurious house. As the pair reached the entrance Lawrence shuffled on one foot, then the other slipping into his boots, now after all fully dressed. Well, his clothes needed adjustment like the inside out turned shirt or his untied shoes but non the less he wasn’t butt naked while being escorted out of Wanda Maximoff’s house.

Turning hesitantly the young man worked up the courage to look back up at the unapproachable widow, now standing at the top of the stoop hovering over his tall frame.

“Wanda can we please talk about this?” Pointing cautiously his finger back and forth between the two of them his green eyes pleaded with the Sokovian, her face stoic as her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, holding the thin bathrobe in place and to keep herself from easing up at the man’s soft glance.

“There is nothing to talk about. There is no ‘us’ and there never has been. I thought I made myself clear when this started. I am interested in your body and what you can do with it, nothing more nothing less. You’re a good fuck but I don’t like the things that come out of your mouth. Or for that matter your ‘feelings’.”

Lawrence couldn’t believe the things that came out of the strawberry blonde’s mouth. His big frame seemed to lack a few centimeters with each unbelievably cruel word that left scarlet lips, broad shoulders lowering in defeat.

“I-I” swallowing back the feelings of defeat the Cuban grabbed hard onto the small item in his jeans pocket, his lucky charm, the only thing he has had his entire life. A handmade plush pendant of a black wolf, green eyes stitched thoughtfully into its small face with a rosy nose. The only thing that his mother has gifted the little guy as she dropped him off at the hospital when Lawrence had only been around five months old.

“I love y-you.” The shaky words and tearful eyes were nearly enough to make Wanda regret her words. Words and actions she willingly chose to make sure that her heart would stay protected, that no one else would break her ever again. But the pair had arrived at a crossroad and only one could come out alright. It was her decision of who’s heart should be shattered, who would more likely be able to withstand more loss, more pain and to eventually heal.

Lawrence was young, he would certainly have better chances to pick up the pieces, to find someone to do so with him, but her time, her time had come. If she allowed the mechanic to shatter hers there was no way of overcoming this.

The widow’s stoic expression didn’t faze, she has learned to be good at this, too good, there was no indication of the war that was going on behind the mask, behind heartless eyes.

“You don’t love me, Lawrence. You love the idea of me. A middle-aged woman who takes care of you, who loves you. I understand, it’s sad that your mother abandoned you, but you can’t project these unsolved feelings onto me. I’m not your mommy.” Her voice sounded taunting, the way she said ‘mommy’ as if talking to a child.

Every word was intentional and hit in all the right places. Wanda could see the young man crumbling to pieces. Tears finally freely rolling down his flushed face, finding refuge in his dark beard, balled fists hidden away in the pockets of his loose jeans, silently taking in every single daggering word.

Wanda was begging, praying to whichever higher power, God, whoever was out there to make Lawrence leave. Why was he standing there so patient, silent and allowing her to ruin him completely, to break him down to the fundament and beyond.

Closing his bloodshot eyes, Lawrence took a few shaky breaths trying to collect himself. The words stung; it had been a late-night conversation between them when he had opened up about his difficult childhood. Of growing up in the system.

“Y-You are just saying this because you are scared. And it hurts, i-it hurts that you feel the need to use my most vulnerable point of attack. You know, who knows, maybe a psychologist would agree with you. Maybe they would write a ten-page report of all the different ways I’m messed up in the head. But I know as sick or twisted as you try to make it out to seem that my love for you is pure, and real. It’s real. It’s on you if you are able to handle my love or not.”

Wanda was shocked at the way Lawrence could see straight through her act, unfortunately for him the young widow would not allow him any way into her fiercely guarded heart.

“Listen, honey. I understand it must be difficult. Your mother didn’t just give you up after birth. No she tried, she tried for five months before she decided that she couldn’t do it, that she couldn’t be there for you, love you. But you really need to learn to find someone who actually cares about you. Don’t you see the way you project? The clearer I make it that I don’t want you the more you try to latch on, feels familiar?”

Seeing the heartbreak in wet forest green eyes Wanda knew that this time she had an in, the Latino started to believe her. If it wasn’t for the guilt she felt and the vomit that was clawing it’s way up her esophagus she would maybe be impressed with the way she could lie.

Swallowing down her late lunch there was no other way but to end this here and now before she would change her mind and wrap the broken man into her arms and apologize for all the hurtful things she chose to use against him.

Sinking sharp nails into her exposed forearms she kept her robe tightly around her. Wanda felt cold, like a cold blooded killer. The mechanic’s knees were shaking as if he was fighting to not sink to the floor, palm still wrapped tightly around the plush wolf in his front pocket. Maybe it was time to get rid of the stuffed animal. Wanda’s cruel words slapping around the otherwise quiet walls of his brain. A mother that decided after five months of trying that he was not worth of her love.

“I’ll see you around, if you get over your silly crush and over yourself then we might do this another time.” Wanda threw her hair cooley over her bare shoulder as she walked inside, hips swinging, putting on her most confident walk while her legs felt like jello.

Lawrence stood frozen in place, slowly sinking to his knees as they gave out under his broad figure, tears falling as he felt strangled, not a single sound able to pass his throat.

Wanda on the other side of the closed door didn’t make it further than the décor plant, vomiting up the entirety of her last meal as tears ran down her eyes, her slim shoulders shaking as she hugged the stone pot close to her chest. What she would give to go out there and hug the man she knew she had started to grow feelings for. The reason why she had to end it now before it was irreversible. Before she was in too deep.

But at what cost?

What has she done?

[silver-pieces]

Marvel Girlfriend May!

Pairing: mcu!women x reader (both gn! and fem!)

Synopsis: One Marvel girlfriend for each day of the month of May!

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, general warnings for smut, angst, fluff, content will vary so please read the individual warnings!

A/N: I don’t know where this idea came from, but here we are!

Starting with May Parker and ending with Melinda May, I will write and post a drabble for a different marvel woman for each day.

Please feel free to tag me in your mcu!women x reader stories - even if we’ve never interacted before, I’d love to read and reblog any mcu!women x reader stories that come my way!

Divider ❊ Guidelines ❊ Masterlist ❊ Taglist

1. May Parker ~ a friendly neighbour ~ 2.1k

2. Wanda ~ you will beg ~ 4.3k

3. Sersi ~ firelight tryst ~ 405

4. Kate Bishop ~ purity curbs my tongue ~ 890

5. Maria Hill ~ sleight of hand ~ 1k

6. Claire Temple ~ tunnel of you ~ 1.4k

7. Natasha Romanoff ~ you could do better ~ 3k

8. Sarah Wilson ~ my best friend’s sister ~ 940

9. Okoye ~ these abundant skies ~ 677

10. Sif ~ bathed in light ~ 868

11. Ravonna Renslayer ~ again ~ 461

12. Jemma Simmons ~ a cute dress ~ 593

13. Misty Knight ~ onto you ~ 2.6k

14. Carol Danvers ~ divine gifts ~ 1.2k

15. Nakia ~ fresh water ~ 2.1k

16. Jessica Jones ~ burn eventually ~ 1.6k

17. Makkari ~ blue ~ 588

18. Bobbi Morse ~ who’s your daddy? ~ 493

19. Karen Page ~ kiss me? ~ 554

20. In progress

[mynameishazard]

Marvel Studios' 'Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 3' Accused Of Pushing Transgender Ideology By Making Karen Gillan's Nebula Look Like A Man - Bounding Into Comics

Some transphobic numpty in this article is upset that he can't sexualize a female presenting character the way he wants anymore because of the way she's posing, calling her a "caricature of a mutilated weirdo".

As if that's not exactly what Nebula is.

As if she doesn't say, in the trailer of the very movie, "Yeah, my father liked to chop off my body parts as a form of torture."

So, yeah. Nebula IS a caricature of a mutilated weirdo. She's always been a mutilated weirdo she's only a caricature now because she's grown as her character and they don't like it.

It's like when Lizzie Olsen helped design Scarlet Witch's new costume and she wasn't cosplaying the 'manic pixie dreamgirl with her tits out to be ogled' and all the fuckboys got mad.

Or when Natasha finally got a movie and it was good and it had her running around doing shit instead of flaunting her girly bits.

Or when Captain Marvel was distinctly a female superhero movie and they tried to review bomb it before it came out.

Or when She Hulk/Jen was a great character and everybody was upset because she was upstaging the Hulk/Bruce by simply pointing out how much different it was for a woman than a man.

Or Ms Marvel. Or Wonder Woman.

Or any superhero media made from a woman's gaze and not from a man's gaze.

At this point dude, just say you hate women and go, no one wants you here.