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dependent carol danvers / captain marvel for @beginagainhq ; loved by claire

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impulselantern​

Jet lag was a problem most people could relate to. Going from one timezone to another in a matter of hours, losing days in the sky and landing before you’d taken off… it was enough to send anybody’s mind into a confused, aching mess. Space lag was worse. There were no timezones in space, no real way to know what your watch ought to say, no early morning sunlight streaming through the window to wake you up or moonlight shining to let you know it was time to hit the hay. It made orienting yourself a mess any time you came back down to Earth.

So, living in space? (Or crashing there, at least, on a mattress in a ship where you definitely weren’t supposed to sleep.) It made it a little worse. 

Simon’s head was all over the place, and he was barely aware of the words coming out of his mouth until Carol agreed with him with an expression that said she was absolutely just humoring him here. Simon sighed, rubbing at his eyes. “I think my sloop’s seen better days,” he confirmed. He hesitated for a moment at her question, uncertain, before his shoulders slumped. “My sister kicked me out,” he admitted. “Don’t tell the Lantern Corps, but I might be… using the Sector House for more than what they intended it to be.”

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“Oh,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

Being a superhero had its perks--cool powers, great suits, free dinners, and, of course, the knowledge that your actions were saving people’s lives; that the world was even marginally a better place because you’d been in it. It also came with shitty neighbors. As soon as the Avengers show up on your fire escape, or an alien creature tries to get through the front door, your secret’s up, and the people on either side of your apartment, who just want to lead nice, normal, non-world-ending-threat-infested lives, start to panic. Sometimes it’s just a cold shoulder in the mailroom; sometimes they get you evicted. Sometimes it wasn’t a neighbor; sometimes it was a family member. Sometimes being a superhero just wasn’t compatible with the most basic parts of normal human life.

So how, you may ask, did Carol Danvers come to live inside the Statue of Liberty? Well, her perfectly ordinary third-story walkup in the Village fell prey to exactly that kind of cruel, closed-minded, not-wholly-unjustified (but still a dick) neighbor. And the mayor of the city just happened to like her, and just happened to have a key to an apartment literally no one could rent, and what better way to honor Captain Marvel than with the crown of New York’s skyline? 

It was unconventional, but it had its charms. It was quiet, except for the nights Spider-Man and the Human Torch thought they could surreptitiously meet on her roof. The ceilings were high, it had a sort of pre-war charm, and no one was around to care when she flew home at night. It sure beat crashing with her parents in Boston, or couch-surfing between Jessica and--well, mostly Jessica--which she’d been known to do. And it really beat going interstellar when you needed to take a nap.

“If you want,” Carol said before she even realized what she was doing, “I’ve got a spare room. It’s not much, but it’s pretty private, and on this planet, and you’re welcome to stay as long as you need.”

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purifiedincubi​

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After years upon years of being the enemies for so many heroes, it was no wonder that many of them were suspicious of Axel’s sudden decision to flip sides. It was only logical for them to be skeptical. Hell, Axel would be critical of them if they weren’t. But still…There was lines that one shouldn’t cross. And work was definitely one of those. Axel was the new owner of the club ‘Pandemonium.’ And unfortunately, the heroes loved to take a peek inside just to make his clients a bit nervous considering the more…Seedy figures. 

But that was the magic about Pandemonium. It allowed Axel the perfect information line. The demon, after all, was still new to how things worked in the human realm. So he wasn’t surprised to see Captain Marvel there one day, although it was a pain. “Ah, good evening my dear,” Axel said as he made his way behind the bar, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the blonde woman. 

“And what brings a goody-goody like you to my little nightclub?” Little wasn’t exactly how he would define it, but he was trying to be a little humble here.

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She used to spend a lot of time in places like this. Maybe... a little less sparkly--more leather jackets and old beat-up jukeboxes than glitz and flash and strobe lights, but hey. She knew the drill. Pound a few rounds of drinks, dance too close and too long with people you don’t really care about, wake up with a pounding headache and the hum of bad choices. Yeah, her thirties had been fun. And her forties. And, hell, so had her early fifties, if she was really going to admit it. If only people knew the number of nights Captain Fucking Marvel had wasted away in places like this, on this particular breed of self-pity.

But that was over now. Done. She had a job to do; she wasn’t going to let herself get in the way of her work ever again. Cross her heart and hope to die, Carol Danvers was sober. At least, she was doing her best.

No, she was here for work, really. They might pretend to turn their heads and look the other way at Pandemonium, but it wasn’t the kind of place you could leave totally unattended. She spent a lot of her time in space, sure, but she wasn’t stupid. Shit went down here, and it was her turn to scope it out.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t inconspicuous--tall, blonde, buff as hell, with a face on a million children’s lunchboxes nationwide. The best she could do was try not to actively start a fight (though it sure seemed tempting). 

She rolled out her neck slowly, then looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Goody-goody?” she said, one eyebrow quirked in a taunt. “I think you’re thinking about Captain America. I’m Captain Marvel. There’s a difference.” Carol took a long sip of her seltzer, then shrugged. “Just scouting the place out. Seems real fun around here. Nice and... illegal, yeah?”

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“  i  put  the  bi  in  bitch.  ” // @mxckingbirdsings​

Carol kicked her feet up against the coffee table and looked at Bobbi. The team had gotten so big in her absence, and so messy. There were so many Avengers now, and they all had their own issues--with her, with themselves, with each other. She could rely on there being something up Steve’s ass (bless his heart), and Banner losing his mind over something in the lab, and even the spider-kid making some bad jokes and hovering around the snack table. 

Bobbi, she was still figuring out. She was hoping they’d end up on this side of amicability, but there were so many pieces and so many layers. All these damn spy types and their complicated backstories. It kind of made Carol miss the days when, for all that really mattered, SHIELD was just her, Fury, and a couple of anonymous men in suits.

“Is that so?” she teased. “Is this about Clint, or...? Please, do elaborate.”

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scarlctswanda​

@capsparklefists​ said: “ it’s all gone to shit ”

“Hi to you too, Carol. I hope that’s not entirely directed at me.” Wanda grinned at Carol, though there was a hint of nerves that she was the cause of Carol thinking everything had gone to shit. Surely not. “Something wrong?”

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Carol laughed, then sighed. No, Wanda wasn’t the reason for her problems. She hoped. Probably. Who knew, honestly. The girl had truly ridiculous powers--god forbid she ever think she and her whole Captain Marvel beat-em-up routine was pretty fucking cool, she just needed to look at Wanda Maximoff. Great kid, killer power set. (Not a kid, she was sure Wanda would say, and Carol would have to remind herself that this being thirty-but-also-sixty thing wasn’t her favorite part of the job, and people kept growing up without her.)

She shrugged and shook her head. “I tried to take Chewie for some air--she doesn’t like being trapped in the apartment, you know?--but she had to go and terrorize this whole clique of big-ass dogs, and, well.” Carol gestured to the scruffy orange cat hissing in her carrier beside her. “This happened. You in any mood to talk an all-powerful alien down from a little mid-afternoon temper tantrum?”

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“  the  past  tense  of  sleep  is  sloop.  ” // @impulselantern​

“Sure it is.” She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, head cocked. She got it--the exhaustion, the burnout, the whatever-you-wanted-to-call-it. The flying around space until every muscle in your body started to burn and your head ached and you just wanted to remember what a bed felt like. 

The tossing and turning as the sun came up, racked by the nightmares and the anxieties and the did I leave the oven on?, because your worst moments always came back to you after dark. (And what used to help was killing you, so you had to power through on willpower and coffee and reminding yourself what you were, where you were, who you were.)

Yeah, Carol got it.

“That sounds like something someone who didn’t sloop very well would say,” she said. “What’s going on, kid?”

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rrckflgg​

Closed Starter for Carol Danvers @capsparklefists​

Rick was looking down at his phone, trying to get in contact with the members of Task Force X. He wanted to check up on them, make sure they were staying out of trouble in Genosha. As he kept walking down the street, after going through one of the check points to enter the island, Rick was focused on his phone and failed to see the person coming in his direction. He bumped his shoulder into the person, quickly looking up to see who it was and sighed. “I’m sorry about that, I was distracted. Are you alright?”

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Apparently, if you went to space for long enough, they could just build a whole new island off the coast of Manhattan while you were gone. That was a thing that could happen. That was a thing that had happened, because of course it had. Why wouldn’t it? Of course Carol had wanted to see what it was; of course she’d pretty quickly gotten the message that she wasn’t wanted there. She could be half-alien all she wanted, but she wasn’t a capital-M Mutant. She was an Avenger. It wasn’t her place.

They’d probably make a fuss if she tried to just fly out of there, hands blazing, looking all Captain Marvel about it, so she walked to the checkpoint. Slowly and begrudgingly and distractedly, taking in the sheer scale of it all--they’d built an island off the coast of Manhattan--she walked. And then a guy slammed into her, and she stopped walking.

“I’m fine,” she said, trying not to glare too openly. “Totally fine. Tough stuff, don’t worry. Are you okay?”

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“  i’m  in  spain…  but  the  ‘ s ‘  is  silent.  ” // @heartheblackdamncanary​​

The best part of patrol was, of course, punching things. The worst part was cleaning up the mess after things got punched. She didn’t dabble so much in street-level stuff these days, but, when in Rome, right?

She’d seen another hero mid-fight, looking like she could use some backup; she’d swept in. The sight of her, all flying, star-spangled spandex and glowing fists, had been enough to turn the tide, but there were a few more blows landed before it was all said and done. Gotta love that good old Kree DNA.

Carol chuckled and landed beside Dinah. 

“Funny,” she said. “Least they didn’t punch the dad jokes outta you.” With a sigh and a half-smile, she wiped a stray lock of hair from her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Need a hand? Or, like, an ice pack? I don’t really carry Advil on me, but I bet we could track some down.”

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“  i  don’t  have  to  be  drunk  or  high  to  make  bad  life  decisions.  ” // @thelastbertinelli​

Carol leaned against the bar, rolling a half-empty cup between her hands. It was just seltzer, growing warm in the thick air--all close-shouldered people and too-loud karaoke and sticky countertops and cracked stools. She loved it.

She and Maria used to frequent a place like this, back before everything. Back when they were still just kids. They’d drink too many beers and sing Joan Jett off-key and regret it all in the cockpit the next morning. If she closed her eyes, Carol could almost see Maria right there, across the bar, Carol’s leather jacket draped protectively across her shoulders. She’d look the same as she had back then, frozen in a moment neither of them had realized was precious.

But she blinked, and of course Maria wasn’t there. Time had slowed to a standstill for Carol, but not for the rest of them.

A woman spoke next to her--dark-haired, pretty, tough, but not Maria, still not Maria--and she jolted back into place. 

With a charming half-smile, she raised her flat seltzer in salute. “Join the club,” she said. “Still, you know, you are in a bar.” 

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** pinterest cursed memes sentence starters.

“  i’m  in  spain…  but  the  ‘ s ‘  is  silent.  ”

“  ah  yes,  my  train  of  thought.  or  as  i  like  to  call  it,  the  Anxiety  Express.  ”

“  i  put  the  yeet  in  emotionally  unstable.  ”

“  gosh  golly  gee  it  sure  is  a  good  day  to  stare  at  the  ceiling  and  cry  !  ”

“  i  might  be  obnoxious  but  at  least  i’m  also  annoying.  ”

“  is  it  1930  because  i  have  great  depression.  ”

“  i  am  so  sorry  but  giving  a  fuck  is  no  longer  part  of  my  personal  brand.  ”

“  call  me  an  escalator  because  i  let  people  down.  ”

“  i  guess  i’m  like  a  fridge  with  a  burst  pipe:  cool  but  broken  inside.  ”

“  they  call  me  the  fruit  cake  because  no  one  wants  to  eat  this  snack.  ”

“  can’t  see  the  haters  through  my  tears.  nice  try  though.  ”

“  my  preferred  sport  is  self  sabotage.  ”

“  maths  ain’t  real  but  the  tears  sure  are.  ”

“  suck  out  my  sadness  daddy  !  ”

“  i  took  the  breaks  off  my  scooter  because  the  swag  never  stops.  ”

“  whether  i’m  feeling  hashtag  blessed  or  hashtag  stressed,  i’m  always  looking  my  hashtag  best.  ”

“  yeah  i  cry  sometimes.  what  about  it  ?  ”

“  crying  is  an  extreme  sport.  ”

“  i  got  99  problems  and  i  caused  all  of  them.  ”

“  coke  ?  nah  bro,  i  only  do  brocaine  !  ”

“  time  flies  when  you  don’t  know  what  the  fuck  is  going  on.  ”

“  beep  beep  !  it’s  3am  and  i  need  to  fucking  sleep.  ”

“  yeah  i’m  made  of  DNA.  depression  n’  anxiety.  ”

“  make  out  ?  no  thanks.  i’m  saving  these  lips  for  the  sweet  kiss  of  death.  ”

“  i  thought  you  were  a  real  one  but  it  turns  out  that  you  were  just  a  roblox  thot.  ”

“  listen  son,  in  this  world  it’s  either  yeet  or  be  yeeted.  ”

“  the  past  tense  of  sleep  is  sloop.  ”

“  i  put  the  bi  in  bitch.  ”

“  i  got  my  shit  together  but  it’s  still  shit.  ”

“  whether  my  income  is  stopping  or  my  mood  is  dropping  you  know  i  keep  this  booty  poppin’.  ”

“  the  strongest  part  of  the  human  body  is  the  jaw,  and  the  weakest  part  is  my  will  to  live.  ”

“  i  don’t  have  to  be  drunk  or  high  to  make  bad  life  decisions.  ”

“  it’s  okay,  i’m  not  my  type  either.  ”

 “  if  you  think  my  room  is  a  mess,  you  should  see  the  rest  of  my  life.  ”

“  they  say  it  be  like  that  sometimes,  but  lately  it  be  like  that  all  the  time.  ”

“  i  am  one  more  minor  inconvenience  away  from  losing  my  shit.  ”

“  i  will  jazz  hands  my  way  through  hell.  ”

“  it’s  either  bitch  or  be  bitched.  ”

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higher, further, faster, baby ! 

here’s carol danvers / captain marvel, my favorite resident sparkling space babe! she’ll have a full bio coming soon, and for the time being i’ve got some bullet points under the cut. i’ll probably reblog a meme in a bit, but like this post/let me know if you’d like to plot (or... maybe just a starter?) and i’ll come to you!

tw: death, violence, implied domestic abuse

carol’s based on a sort of hybrid mcu/616 canon! the logistics are still a little rough around the edges so bear with me

she was born in boston in the late 60s to joe & marie danvers, a perfectly ordinary and in no way alien couple, no sir!

(turns out marie was, in fact, mari-ell, making carol half-kree, but she didn’t learn that for a pretty long time)

joe was... not the best dad & definitely favored carol’s half-brothers, stevie & joe, jr.

carol and stevie were really close growing up, and when he joined the military, she wanted to follow in his footsteps!

as soon as she turned 18, she joined the air force, earning her college degree through the us airforce academy--she was one of the earlier classes of women to graduate, and a goddamn phenomenal pilot to boot

not too long later, stevie was killed in military action, which made carol even more determined to honor his legacy, and she quickly rose to the top of her class

however, carol wasn’t allowed to fly in combat due to Sexism TM!  she was instead offered the opportunity to work as a special operative, and came onboard Project PEGASUS, a joint project between the air force, SHIELD, and NASA -- headed by dr. wendy lawson, who quickly became a close mentor

lawson, was, of course, also a kree soldier named mar-vell, who, in carol’s presence, was attacked by her superior, yon-rogg

in the process, carol was knocked into a psyche-magitron machine, forever altering her genetic structure, rendering her amnesiac and unlocking her latent kree powers (she believed for a long time that she had somehow fused with mar-vell’s dna, but, nah, comics logic)

yon-rogg kidnapped carol, and for the next six years, she was trained as a kree soldier named vers, until she crash-landed on earth during a mission and managed to regain her memory

in the process, she allied with nick fury and basically became the on-call space girl/extraterrestrial superhero--first for shield, then for the avengers

she’s been off-planet for a bit, but is back now and ready to clean up everyone’s messes!

carol is a massive star wars nerd & has a pet cat (flerken) named chewie (chewbacca), who is a very good girl and we love her very much

in this house carol danvers is a lesbian !!

the combo of lightspeed travel & her kree abilities has dramatically slowed her aging--though she is well into her late 50s, she looks solidly 30 at most

this is a long rambling mess i’m sorry if you’ve made it this far i love you

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INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY CELEBRATION → DAY 4: FAVOURITE FILM CHARACTER

Carol Danvers

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JULIE’S 2K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION TOP TEN FEMALE CHARACTERS (as voted by my followers) #2. Carol Danvers - MCU

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CAPTAIN MARVEL (2019) + Letterboxd, as requested by anonymous (insp.)

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Captain Marvel dir. Anna Boden, Ryan Fleck | 2019