#mcu tv shows

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

If you weren’t following the Netflix Marvel shows when they were first being released, here’s my best attempt at summarizing how the audience/fandom reacted to them:

Daredevil S1: “OMG, best Marvel show ever! I love this darker side of the MCU!”

Jessica Jones S1: “OMG, best Marvel show ever! I love this darker side of the MCU! Marvel does female representation right!”

Daredevil S2: “Punisher was amazing! Elektra and the Hand…eh.”

Luke Cage S1: (first half) “OMG, best Marvel show ever! I love this darker side of the MCU! Marvel does black representation right!” / (second half) “This show is corny and terrible. They did Mahershala Ali dirty.”

Iron Fist S1: “Wtf is this shit?”

The Defenders: “That was certainly a crossover. They did cross over. And things happened.”

The Punisher S1: “This is fine, but it’s tone deaf for Marvel to make this show when we need gun control now.”

Jessica Jones S2: “The story is all over the place. What’s even the focus here? What the heck is happening?”

Luke Cage S2: “I guess this is better than S1 but I still hate that Mahershala Ali got killed off so soon.”

Iron Fist S2: “Better than S1, but that’s not saying much. Also, I welcome our new Iron Fist, Colleen Wing.”

Daredevil S3: “They redeemed the Netflix Marvel shows! Hallelujah!”

The Punisher S2: “This feels rushed. Like there’s two seasons worth of story here.”

Jessica Jones S3: “Wait, this exists? I literally saw no ads for this.”

[moonys-chocolate28]

Ray Nadeem, you will always be famous [to me]

[marvelmutantmagic616]

╰☆☆ 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐮 ☆☆╮

[alicesodyssey]

So I may have combined my love of Agatha All Along with my love of Wicked

[reckoningishere]

IAIN DE CAESTECKER as Leopold Fitz

[purplehalnw]

So, I'm watching Agents of Shield (I'm currently almost finished with s2) and I just want to talk about the fight between Coulson and Cal in ep 10. Because I am just obsessed with the move that Coulson does. It's the classic "wrap your legs around your opponent's neck" move.

I just love this moment because I only ever see women do this move, never men. And I feel like that's because this move is mostly meant to emphasize the kind of femme fatale sexiness that most female action characters are written with. It's like "ooo see how close she has to get her body/crotch to the guy she's beating up? Isn't that hot?".

[harleycao]

Y'all, that was genuinely just not.... That was too much for me. That thing fisk just did. It makes me glad this is the season finale because that was just too much for me.

[marvelsgirl616]

ASS ATE EAGLE ISLAND!?!!! 😭😭😭😭

[sgm616]

AGATHA ALL ALONG-

EPISODE 6

Somewhat spoilers ahead.

Well we find out who teen is. I was half right half wrong about his identity. His physical body was someone else, William Kaplan, but his soul is Billy Maximoff.

(I will continue to call Billy/William as teen as it will get confusing to explain my thoughts on this episode)

I was so shocked that teen was originally William Kaplan. And how during his bar mitzvah, Lilia was the one who put the sigil on him. And when she read his palm and told him his fate was the reason whole she put the spell on him.

I honestly believe it was Rio. Don’t ask why because I have no idea why I thought it was her.

We also got to hear Wanda through the radio. I was somewhat shocked and freaking out because it has been to long since we seen Wanda.

After the car accident when teen yelled Tommy’s name my heart was like “aww his (Billy) first thing he calls out was his brother” then it was like “What the fuck?! How did Billy managed to possessed William?”

Found out how Teen knew The Ballad of the Witches Road and how he knew where to find Agatha.

We got to see Ralph Bohner again! His Reddit username 😂😂

We also got to see Alice again! but this time she in a cop uniform and was on her way to Westview. God I miss her!

Got to see teen’s point of view for episode 1&2

I was honestly surprised teen’s reason of wanting to be on the witches road is to bring Tommy back. Now I’ll be honest, the only reason I didn’t think about Tommy was that once the hex was gone both twins would be gone for good. My theory was that Billy was from another universe and was here to bring back his mom because his universe he couldn’t bring back his mom. This would have been a somewhat good reason to bring back Wanda.

Teen is definitely just like his mother. For example *cough**cough* Emo kid *cough**cough*

How the hell did Agatha survive and is Lilia and Jen still alive? If yes how come they didn’t escape like Agatha did?

And where’s Rio?!!!!

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what’s your favorite mcu tv show?? 🧚🏻‍♀️

x-men (1992) or the what if series !! :)

[soft-persephone]

The Distance Between Our Galaxies

Jake Lockley (Moon Knight system) x Ballerina!Fem!Reader x Luke (Jake Johnson)

T // WC: 1.45k // warnings: descriptions of flesh being ripped // series masterlist //main masterlist

Jake woke up and immediately stilled his body.

A woman, soft and sweet was pressed up against him.

Fuck, Marc.

Jake woke up to the smell of your hair. It washed over his senses, filling him with a distant memory, transporting him to a hazy dream when he was younger. A boy, barely a teenager in the back of Marc’s mind.

You reminded him of that girl he fell in love with when he was younger, much younger.. He never got the chance to touch her. To talk to her or be with her in any capacity, not sure how to reach out and make his presence known.

Taking his chance, he indulged in a deep sniff. Letting his head rest on yours. For just a moment, lingering.

Your hand was strewn across his waist. Your legs were tangled in his. A distinct taste lingered on his tongue.

You.

He was a kid again. He couldn't quite remember what age, but it was young. However, old enough for his first kiss. Their first kiss.

Marc always seems to get them first.

Mirabel’s rich skin, the specific hues of her undertone was something magical, her full lips, and pretty white smile. Jake remembered the hazy moments he was present in the body, quiet as whispers.

Little Bel was a ray of sunshine in their youth. A getaway from the wretched plight that was home, but when they– mainly Marc was with her. It was the first time he didn't have to worry.

He didn't have to take over.

It was a blessing, but also his curse.

The entire experience reminded him of his own personal mortality. His living purgatory of being alive, but being unknown. A deep aching curse to want the things he could never have. He was a fleeting memory in the lives of a few, real for only one moment in time.

He was real once. Scattered in accros time in a world he used to know, but he’s been away so long. His friends might not even remember him. He had no one in London. He didn’t know anything or give a fuck about Europe.

There was no one to recognize him or remember he was ever there.

So all he had were the memories.

In his own universal plane of existence. A fleeting whisper in the wind. He knew he was real, but it would be nice to have his own life back. To make his own world known.

Every moment he was present in the body was a tribute to his own existence, his mustache, his own personal style, his walk, the way he talked. It was the time when body was his and only his. So he interacted with the world around him, outside of Marc’s reserved abrasiveness, and despite Steven’s best efforts to be sociable, it rubbed people the wrong way. He was nice, but they had a habit of not sticking around.

Most likely Marc’s fault.

So he had to hold on and cherish every moment. Every experience, thought, word, touch, feeling, every-everything. Because they were his.

So he cherished his time with you because when else was he going to get another chance.

He gingerly placed a finger on your full lips, slowly tracing them, relishing in the warmth of your breath, tickling the pad of his fingertips.

They were so soft.

His chest ached. His palms suddenly felt sweaty.

He suddenly rmemebrs how Mirabel’s eager plush lips and equally as eager tongue, swiped over theirs with a heated fervor they didn’t quite know was possible. Neither of them good at it, but it was one of Jake’s most precious memories. Her lips crashing awkwardly but passionately along Marc’s, unaware that you were kissing him too.Marc unaware of the boy inside that took his most brutal beatings.

There was no explanation for how Marc’s hand tightened on her side. There was no explanation for how he desperately needed to touch her hair. How he had to kiss her more firmly. How his tongue becomes less aggressive, just cherishing the moment. It must just be how much he liked her was all he thought. The conclusion he came to.

But no, it was him, Jake.

He somehow got control, for just a brief moment, to make his first kiss his, just as much as it was Marc’s.

Marc didn’t deserve most of the women that came into their lives.

He always managed to push them away, but the good one’s stuck around.

As much as Jake wanted to take over and show you a true man. A gentleman even, he couldn’t intervene.

Not like this.

You needed someone to meet you where you were at. To help you process your grief healthily.

The memory rushed over him. Blending with the present.

With one final brush of his thumb on your cheek. He sighed before returning to the unknown.

He didn’t have to think.

He was out of your bed without waking you up. He whisked the battered bloody clothes out of your hamper into a trash bag that took him more than a long time to find.

Jake hated large houses that needed maids. Everything was too far and hard to find.

Any evidence of Marc’s presence he scrubbed away.

“Spector had the body too long. There is buis—“

Yeah yeah, Jake replied back in his mind, shoving Khonshu away. You don’t have to tell me twice.

And he didn’t.

Khonshu was annoying.

Being Moon Knight just passed the time. When it was worth it and the work was honest, it could be a purpose.

He missed New York. He missed his cab, Crawley and Gina, her boys. God, those two knuckleheads.

It didn’t take long until he was out the front door of the house

Depsite his best efforts, he couldn’t shake it.

He couldn’t shake you.

But the thoughts started flowing, his mind racing, landing back onto you.

He was thinking about what your life might have been before you met your husband, who you were when he was alive and you both were happy. Leading him to think about his own life, the massive overbearing weight of his own life.

Hard, dark, and heavy, but it was carryable.

A little hard to carry, but he could carry it.

He made a call to steven’s job, doing his best british accent. He updated them on the phony family emergency, so he wouldn’t get fired, but they were running out of time. There was only so much FMLA Steven had left.

You were on his mind. Despite his best efforts to focus on the task at hand.

You felt far away.

The pain was heavy inside his chest, making his heart beat feel wrong. It gnawed at him like a wild dog. A ferocious desire eating him from the inside. The fear of not being fed makes it fight harder and harder. It’s teeth gnashed and bit down on his soul. Ripping him apart and leaving his strown flesh and guts in the cold, what’s left of his heart beating out of his chest.

Jake ignored it, donning the mask and suit of threads. Perhaps the suit's healing factor could stave away at the wild untamed longing.

It must be from Marc’s.

The foreign wild emotion was unlike anything he’d ever felt. He ignored it as he jumped in the air, running across rooftops. He ignored it as he glided through the air. He ignored it as he landed on the fire escape of the little run down hotel room he’d got temporarily for them as Marc did fuck all with the body.

Opening the closet door he looked at the little evidence board he’d been making.

“If you had listened to me, you’d know by now that you need to go back to the large house. With the. . .girl.”

“She’s a grown woman.” Jake blinked. “Why do I need to go back?”

“The spiritual disturbance is in the house.”

“But that’s just—“

“Not. The husband.” Khonshu bellowed. “It’s following him.”

This wasn’t good. Not one bit.

Whatever magical disturbance Khonshu had Jake chasing the past couple of months was getting worse. The nights spent keeping the magical monsters and powers at be from hurting ordinary people were getting longer and longer.

They were running out of time and Marc hogging the body only made things worse.

You don’t need me to tell you what you must do…” Khonshu started, his looming form’s glow faded into the shadows out of his vision and back into the apparatus of his mind. His voice became the memory of a distant echo in his mind. “The gnawing,” his voice faded even farther away, “is of your own creation.”

[marvelmutantmagic616]

agatha all along ep. 7

[lightofraye]

Daredevil: Born Again Trailer

They finally released the trailer and oh my gods! I cannot wait for it! March 4th--two days before my birthday! Happy early birthday to me? Haha!

[moonys-chocolate28]

The punisher s2 is giving a lot of supernatural vibes. Specifically 3x12. You can look it up iyw.

So the season started with Frank in a bar, he talked to the bartender, then protected her from some creep, oops went home with her. Met her kid and all. She died shortly after. He then proceeded to save another girl from people that wanted to kill her. Like full on assasins im talking. He kidnapped her basically, took her to a shitty motel, then went on to tie her to a bed so he could sleep.

Sound familiar yet? There's more.

They then get arrested along with one of the people that was trying to kill the girl. Oh and Frank still doesn't know why.

The gang attack the police station and the police don't know how to deal with them so they have to let Frank go. Very familiar indeed.

At the end of the day, they escape with the help of another officer of law. She then tells the police there to make it look as though they were never there. They happily accept. These people saved their lives, after all.

Yeah after that it got boring thats all

[marvelsgirl616]

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