#mcu tea

[lilbitofmac]

Two genius billionaires walk into a room…

[tifftac]

I'm closing my shops for the foreseeable future!

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[lambda-serpentis]

This is the coziest Loki look ever. I said what I said. I just wanna snuggle him, and listen to him read to me out loud 🥰

[scottxlogan]

Wishing a very happy birthday to my friend @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea. I wanted to pen you a story to one of the prompts you gave me that I thought might fit them but since my brain in the writing department apparently is on vacation this past week I figured I would try out the art style I'm still working to learn. I hope you have a great day and an even better year ahead of you! Happy birthday!!!

Putting one of my earlier iterations before color to kind of show one of the first iterations before the color.

[meimaru]

"Subtle" dig? I'd call it a whole excavation site.

[rattiemattie]

Laundry Day At The TVA

[birdieart]

what was bucky calling himself in romania? did he use the romanian variant of James (Iakob) when he talked to people and had to give them a name? how did he even learn romanian? does he have romanian heritage? did he learn it during the war? how did he pay rent? was he working in construction or as a line cook or something? did he have a little old lady as a neighbour who thought he was too skinny and lonely and forced him to eat with her at least once a week? did she make him help with cooking so he could make the food himself? did he go to the orthodox church with her? did the local kids like him? did he cut his hair himself or did he brave going to a barbers to keep it at a length he liked? did he like talking to market sellers about fruit because it was an easy conversation and a way for him to get used to socialising?

i have SO many questions about bucky in romania

[spidergrotto]

clint tried his best, he really did. he was a dad, he knew the absolute chaos kate and peter would cause if the pair ever met— he didn’t even want to think about the horrors they would cause if they worked together as vigilantes; he made it his mission to make sure those two didn’t meet.

kate bishop was being chased by geese, she was supposed to be patrolling— being a hero, saving people from horrible situations.. and she was being chased by geese?

peter parker lost the group of geese he freed from a zoo, it was supposed to be a smooth easy mission, get the animals out, patrol some more, and go home.

but the geese had too much power, he could’ve taken on one or two— but five? five geese and one spider.. it was a lost cause, he was in over his head.

that’s how the two meet, kate pointing an arrow at one of the geese while spider-man threatens to web her up if she even touches the poor bird.

“they’ve been chasing me for hou—”

“meemememememe — look at them, they would never hurt a fly man, their harmless !!— ”

“you’re bleeding.”

“somewhat harmless.”

[imnothulk]

@doctor-brucebanner

I have come to two conclusions after days of hypotheticals and talking with Dr. Strange. Us merely knowing the other exists could cause catastrophic events to happen in the cosmos, or... It won't. It's complicated, because the only time something similar to this was that spiderman debacle back in December but it had different circumstances than what we have going on. Basically we've either singlehandedly paved the way for our universe's destruction, or, we can have tea on sunday

[myriaeden]

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[vivitalks]

Noticing a title that rings several bells, Steve pulls it out. “No kidding,” he murmurs. “I got one.” “Take your sweet time. Not like I'm slaving over here to put food on the table.” “Sorry to keep you waiting, doll,” Steve laughs. He swaps out the old record for the new one in his hands. It crackles warmly as it finds the grooves. Guitar strings twang in quick, fanciful succession. “Remember this one?”

stucky + slow dancing in the kitchen, because. why not.

[loki-laufeychild]

what’s your favorite kind of tea?? (If you like tea)

Surprisingly, peppermint.

[knucklescum]

Sleepy Time Tea - Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier x fem!Reader (tfatws era)

Word Count: 2011

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, honestly just a self indulgent fic about drinking weird tea with Bucky

(note: I stole the reader’s powers from Vic Neuman from The Boys, just an fyi lol)

It was safe to say that you were pretty weird (from an outsider’s perspective, anyway). You had abnormal interests, strange hobbies and even stranger morals. So you were relatively surprised when The Falcon himself begged for you to join his ‘team’ to stop the Flag Smashers.

“Sam told me you’ve been having trouble sleeping?” you ask, perched on the worktop beside Bucky as he poured himself a coffee.

“S’none of your business,” he mutters, turning his back to you and shuffling over to the sofa.

“I’m here to help, you know,” you start, sliding off of the counter and joining him on the other end of the sofa, pulling your legs to your chest. “I know Sam asked me here to, you know, pop some heads,” you pause, catching his eye in bemusement.

“I could do what you do. It’s called a bullet to the head,” a dry laugh escapes his lips, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Exploding someone’s skull with your mind is a bit more fun though, right?” you laugh in response. “There’s no subtle way to shoot someone in the head. Think of me as your own, personal gun. With a super silencer.”

“What was your point?” Bucky breathes, finally turning his head to face you, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Right, yeah,” you laugh. “Don’t judge me-”

“I can’t promise anything,” he cuts you off.

“Don’t judge me. I have some herbal stuff-”

“I’m not getting stoned with you, (y/n).”

“Let me fucking finish!” you exclaim, launching a cushion at his face, although he easily catches it and rests it on his lap.

He gestures his hand for you to continue, attempting to hide the small smirk on his face.

“I’m really into tea.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, his face drops and he gets up from the sofa, throwing the cushion back to you. 

“I don’t want your stupid fucking sleepy time tea.”

You look down as the door slams - understandable.

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The evening’s mission had gone, honestly, beyond wrong. 

Sam and Bucky had been recognised almost immediately, leaving you and Zemo to hunt down the man you were looking for.

In theory, it should have been simple. But Zemo was adamant for you to show him your powers which, above all else, was just distracting.

“Not now, Zemo.” you had said, turning to him with a stern expression on your face. “We find the guy, he talks, I blow his head up. Sound good?”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled.

That should have been the end of it. 

Zemo persisted.

You’d caught sight of your target, taking hold of Zemo’s wrist and moving through the crowd, your eyes never leaving the man you were here to find.

“Ooh, (y/n), what about this guy? He’s being a bit, how would you say, pervy?”

“Oh my god, Zemo.” you stopped in your tracks and turned to him, your body filled with rage. “Shut the fuck up!”

Before he could even begin to think of a response, you were interrupted by screams.

Screams coming from the direction of your target

“Oh, fuck.” you breathed.

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“You head popped our target?” Sam exclaims. “What the fuck happened?”

Your eyes move from Sam to Zemo, shooting daggers at his smug face.

“What? We were going to kill him anyway, yes?” he smiles.

“He had crucial information. We needed him alive.” Sam exhales, an unimpressed expression on his face.

Bucky throws himself on to the sofa, a large sigh escaping his mouth as he covers his face with his hands.

“You two are the worst.” he mutters.

“Why couldn’t you just let (y/n) do her thing?” Sam asks, raising his arms in exasperation.

“I did!”

“No,” he pauses. “No. She was going to make him talk. You didn’t need to piss her off.”

Zemo glances at you, a smirk on his face as he takes a step towards you.

“Can you blame me? Surely any man would want to witness such a gift in person.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t pop your head.” you say, falling onto the sofa behind you.

Your whole body aches from exhaustion and you want nothing more than your bed or, in this case, a random bed in your current hideout.

You sit in silence as Sam and Zemo argue (or rather, Sam berates Zemo), occasionally casting your eyes to Bucky’s unmoving figure on the opposite end of the couch.

After a while, the shouting stops and Sam storms out of the apartment, with Zemo skulking off to his own bedroom.

Both you and Bucky remain in your respective spots, and you’re convinced that you can feel Bucky’s eyes on you every so often.

It’s only when you eventually sit up that you finally catch his gaze.

“Give me some of your stupid tea.”

Shocked, you jump out of your seat, bringing your hands together.

“Really?” you say, careful to control your volume to avoid disturbing Zemo.

Bucky stands up, suddenly towering over you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Just don’t poison me.”

A small squeal of excitement escapes your lips as you scurry over to the kitchenette, Bucky in tow.

You swing one of the cupboard doors open, reaching to the back for your tub of assorted herbs and loose leaf teas.

“I’m telling you now, Bucky,” you start, turning to him, holding the box out to him. “This is probably one of the only things I’m actually passionate about.”

“Tea?” he questions, slowly taking the plastic tub from your hands. “You’re a loser. No offence.”

“None taken,” you shrug. “Only because you’re right.”

You rummage through the cupboards in search of any kind of tea strainer, instead finding an infuser teapot.

“Aha!” you exclaim as you pull the teapot out of the cupboard. “This is perfect.”

Bucky pulls open the tub before gently placing it on the countertop beside you.

“Thanks,” you say in an almost whisper before you begin digging through your collection of herbs. 

Bucky takes his spot beside you, leaning his back against the counter’s edge, silently watching you carefully take spoonfuls of each ingredient. His eyes never leave you, moving from your hands to your face.

“Do you want to help?” you ask, a gentle smile on your face.

He quickly nods, turning to face the worktop alongside you.

“Okay,” you hum. “Could you find the valerian root for me? It’s labelled, it’ll be in one of those brown pouches.”

“Gotcha,” he says before beginning his search. 

Bucky finds the packet only a minute later, gently unsealing the top to get a look.

Before you can warn him, the root’s aroma fills his nostrils, a look of complete and utter disgust spreading across his face.

“I’m not ingesting that,” Bucky states, holding the small bag as far away from his face as possible. “It smells like literal belly button.”

You open your mouth in feign offence, giving his shoulder a gentle, backhanded slap.

“Hey!” he exclaims, matching your energy. “You smell it if it’s really not that bad!”

Before you can act in defence, he forces the pouch into your face, the smell taking over all of your senses. 

You snatch the bag from his hand, careful not to let any of the root escape as you place it back on the side.

The two of you remain in a comfortable silence as you gently place the remainder of the ingredients into the strainer.

“Do you want to go and sit down?” you ask as you pour the freshly boiled water into the teapot. “It needs a little time to brew.”

Bucky silently agrees, nodding his head before crossing the room towards the sofa.

Turning back to the teapot, you hear Bucky collapse onto the couch as you stir the liquid, all kinds of colours leaking into the water.

While you wait, you pull two large mugs from the cupboard. You hook your finger through the handles before taking hold of the teapot into your other hand, carefully carrying everything over to the coffee table in front of Bucky.

“I could have helped carry that, you know,” he says as you place the tea set down on the surface.

“It’s no problem, Bucky,” you smile.

He leans closer to the coffee table, gently lifting a mug and pulling it closer to his face, the steam soothing his tired skin.

“I picked out my favourites for you,” you start. “These ones always put me to sleep,” you laugh.

He smiles at you for you to continue, taking a small smell of the tea as he does so. 

“So it’s valerian root, chamomile, lavender and vervain.” you say, a look of concentration on your face as you make sure to remember every ingredient. “I’d usually add mugwort for some funky dreams but I, uh, I’ve heard about your dreams. Best to avoid that.”

“Good call,” he laughs.

Returning back to your previous quiet, the two of you begin to drink your tea.

You can’t help but watch his face, looking out for any sort of reaction to the drink. 

Eventually, his face softens and he gradually takes more and more sips until the mug is completely empty. You’re not long behind him, tilting your mug to get every last drop before placing it back onto the coffee table.

“That,” he starts, putting his mug beside yours. “That wasn’t awful.”

You look at him with a smile, although a glimpse of disbelief must have flashed across your face as he continues. 

“I mean it, (y/n). It was nice,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Buck.”

Bucky adjusts himself, leaning his back against the side of the sofa, one leg tucked under the other.

You watch his face once more as he sits in deep thought, debating whether to tell you whatever it is that he’s thinking.

“You’ve never called me Buck before,” he whispers.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” you whisper back, guilt lacing your voice as you shuffle in place anxiously. “I overstepped, I’m so sorry.”

He lets out a gentle chuckle before tilting his head back, resting it on the edge of the sofa’s armrest.

“I like it,” he breathes, so quietly that if you weren’t paying attention you wouldn’t have heard him. 

A soft yet embarrassed breath escapes your mouth as you lean deeper into the sofa, your knee lightly brushing against his.

Your eyes flutter as you sink further into the sofa and you can’t stop yourself from falling ever so slightly into the man beside you.

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The sound of someone clattering around in the kitchen pulls you from, quite possibly, the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had. You attempt to sit up, but a weight around your waist halts you, keeping you locked into place.

That place being Bucky’s arms.

Fuck.

You make another attempt to free yourself from his grasp, only to be pulled tighter into his chest. Shuffling some more in an effort to wake him, the soft sounds of your body against the sofa attract the attention of someone else.

Zemo peers over the back of the sofa, a please grin on his face.

“I see you two are finally starting to get along,” he smirks. “I have to say, I’ve never seen that man sleep so soundly before.” 

Zemo reaches across you to Bucky’s flesh arm, giving him a poke. 

“Like a baby,” he laughs when Bucky still doesn’t react. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds in peace,” he winks, waltzing back towards his room.

“Buck,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you tap whichever parts of his body you can reach. “Buck.”

A sound of complaint leaves his mouth as he pulls you closer once again before his eyes begin to open.

“Buck?”

“I’m up, I’m awake,” he whispers, his grasp on you slowly loosening as his body comes back to life. 

You pull yourself out of his grip as he begins to sit up, rubbing his head with his free hand.

“I think it’s safe to say that your tea works.”

[sleepynegress]

About The Marvels, and putting together some context clues to get a fuller picture BTS... After watching and listening to a lot of the post-strike promo

Nia DaCosta gave some interviews that gently revealed that she had another film lined up while shooting The Marvels, which is common for directors. It wasn't worded like she was complaining. However, the schedule to start shooting in the first place kept moving up, and up, and up... So, when she finally did get to shooting, she basically had to multi-task, shooting and reshooting with ADs while working on her other movie. Again, this is not uncommon....but I do think it made how the movie ended up, different from what may have been intended (and it still wasn't bad...just middle of the road for me).

Add to that... the fact that shooting had wrapped and the MCU had her reshoot, unexpectedly months after wrapping. ...So many months later, that Zawe Ashton had gotten preggers and given birth and had to do a quick one-eighty to be set-ready for reshoots, with her family present, supporting that. And then I remember a post-strike interview with Imani Vellani and Teyonah Parris (who recently gave birth herself...-recommend looking for that birth on insta, it's really touching-) on the View and how the ladies got to talking about new motherhood, w/ Teyonah passionately talking about how it's basically recovering from an open wound...It really felt like she could have been subtlely also referring to that experience/going to bat a bit about it...

I feel the MCU hobbled this, like so many other recent productions by trying to do too much in a tight amount of time and not supporting the people's needs as well as they should have, in the name of deadlines and money, hence another on the giant pile of reasons for the strike. Anyway, Zawe has not been doing most of the things typically expected of women and even new moms in that Hollywood gaze, post-that.

Good.

P.S. I think it's fucked when studios in Hollywood tend to only start hiring on helmers more inclusively once the franchises have gotten a little stale (see: also TWD and Angela Kang)

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

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“Oh gods… The Asgardian ale was a bad idea.” Susan seemed a bit green.

Loki just snorted.

“Oh yes.” Thranduil nodded. “You are mortals.” He paused. “You shouldn’t have drunk it.”

“Thank you, Thranduil.” Sansa groaned, closing her eyes. “Because it’s not too late now.”

“Always a pleasure, Sansa.” The elf king nodded gracefully, as if he’d just conceded a royal favor.

Sansa snorted then winced at the pain.

“You don’t look that bad.” Susan said accusingly to Yennefer.

“Oh, I’ve learned that lesson.” The witch said simply. “The trickster got me before.”

Loki, who’d been suspiciously quiet until then, snorted.

“Well, never again.” Sansa decided. “We’re stick to tea from now on.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Loki asked. “You and Susan were sure happy last night.”

“I think I asked Sif for marriage.” The Narnian queen frowned.

“You did.” Yennefer confirmed, making the other woman groan in embarrassment.

[spidergrotto]

a really special hc of mine or whatever it’s called is tony singing remember me to peter and teaching him how to play it on the piano whenever peter has nightmares or can’t sleep.

he’s always exhausted, and even though he desperately wants to learn how to play— the second tony starts demonstrating he slips away, pepper has found them asleep on the piano thousands of times and has friday save pictures of the pair.

tony sings and plays when you wish upon a star, where you are, i won’t grow up.. there’s so many, but he only plays them when peter needs him to, nobody else has heard him play as much as peter has, not even pepper.