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NATASHA ROMANOVA. / THE BLACK WIDOW. fancast : angelina jolie. for @viduamor
( Cutie ):
“I don’t know if I’m being poked fun at or if you’re trying to build me up–I think twintails suit me a lot, though.”
She huffed softly and stared back at this Maybelline model with hair that tousled about her shoulders in a wave recognizable enough to recreate and particular enough to be drawn on comic book covers and propaganda posters. Pretty people really do get picked on–no sarcasm. Perhaps that’s why Maka’s never really gone through insults and jeers–not in front of her face, anyways–though, it’s not like she cared in the slightest. On the flip side, Maka was well known at the DWMA and has quite a few fans–she was quite normal, she’d say. She tightened her hair with a firm tug on each side before linking her hands behind her as her legs kicked out into the open air. She wanted to take her shoes off but it was weird to know that your feet would be held hundreds of New Yorker’s heads. She kept her shoes on.
“Twin-tails don’t fit you, Lady. Try braiding them–French and Dutch braids are getting pretty popular nowadays.”
❝Just a compliment, sweetheart. Nothing more. But thanks for the suggestion--I just might try that.❞ She swept the side of her hair considerately, quite honestly thinking of her long golden hair being braided instead of just--plain. Lucky for her, her hair was healthy, lively and bouncy enough to look naturally great, though she tended to get bored with it more than anything. Contrary to popular belief, Carol enjoyed prodding and poking at her appearance like any other woman--just not entirely obsessive about it. Mostly because she didn’t have the luxury of time to do so, or the patience. And now that she thought about it? It was mostly the patience part.
❝Mind if I sit?❞ Regardless of a possible “no”, the woman sat down beside her anyway, swinging her legs over the edge in the same, crossing one over the other gradually. Looking up, beside her, then to the city below--she always found some splendor looking at New York from above. All its’ moving parts, turning gears and realizing how much it actually breathed, rather than how much it smelled. ❝So... new here? Haven’t seen you before.❞
sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ’s ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ
soularmored
why does anyone like cw2
DOES anybody like cw2???? i mean how can you. i’m asking this for science, because it is baD with a capital D.
Is Carol's development the only thing you didnt like about CW2?
(outofcharacter):
Oh my god no. The entire thing is ass. More than that it’s… BORING??? Look, one day soon, I’ll write up a post on why Civil War 2 is the worst thing ever, but for now I’ll just list the core major issues I have:
Plot: Whoever came up with the idea that the story from Minority Report would be kewl for another Civil War story needs to be medically examined.
Character Development: There is none. It’s mostly just things people are saying. Like it’s just people shouting stuff at each other and then BAM BING BOOM a fight happens.
Civil WAR???: THEY ONLY “Civil War”’D ONCE. ONCE. ON A ROOFTOP. AND THEN TONY AND CAROL HAVE A BIG FIGHT AT THE END NEAR THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT. MY GOD.
And finally, the crème de la crème
Character Motivations–
i still cant believe carol got systematically destroyed and ruined in 8 issues by brian michael bendis. and i dont think i’ll ever get over it. it’s like a wound that’ll keep on festering. a wound that can only be healed by telling bendis to his face on why i think he needs to be fired forever and never write for anything or anyone ever again.
(outofcharacter):
Starter Call™
captain marvel #7
❝Wait--back up--you have like... space corps? Like an entire division of guys dedicated to defending the galaxy and stuff? And you all have matching uniforms, have a code AND have rings of monumental power? ...Dude, I have never been more jealous in my entire LIFE!❞
❝Oh, me? Uh--actually, I’m from a different universe. Weird, right? Maybe not, I don’t know. Depends on your experience I guess. I’m... sort of a liaison between my universe and yours, I guess. Mostly because I... stumbled here by accident. So I figured, why not make start the groundwork to being multiverse friendly? ...You said your name is Starfire, by the way? That’s such an amazing name. Way better than sparkle fists. I’m Captain Marvel. Or Carol, if you’d like.❞
mini-musings:
describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.
❝Hey guys, remember when AIM used to be impressive and kind of intimidating as the lead scientific bio-terrorist organization in the entire world? No? Hey, me neither!❞ Uttered humorously among the myriad of terrifying screams, pleas ranging from, “NO NO NO!” or “I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THAT JOB AT MICROSOFT!”--and more or less fleeing from the indomitable titan that was Captain Marvel. It had been an age or two since the Advanced Idea Mechanics division had cropped up on the national radar, but low and behold, there was shenanigans afoot. She offered to go investigate--and destroy--instead of someone at Stark Tower, finding that she needed a breath of fresh air and some brief time away from Alpha Flight. Space was lovely, her ultimate stars and moon--literally. But even Carol could grow weary of a megaton space station that was mostly dull routine day in and day out, for the time being.
❝You guys trying to make another mind control weapon? Those are so annoying, but you know what else? They’re beyond tacky. Like, that’s so 2008. Maybe even farther back! Honestly gu--...Whoa.❞ All hints of cheeky remarks and phrases were halted when something spiked beneath her feet. Energy--a lot of it. The kind that you don’t mess around with and certainly the kind you DON’T experiment with. She didn’t utter a word as she leaped up, then nosedived straight through the floor, tearing through mounds of steel like a bullet through a tin can, barreling down to where she felt the energy pulsating stronger. But the next few seconds were a blur--breaking through into the basement hold, where she laid eyes on several high-ranking beekeeper-suit-wearing-officers--and what looked to be a gateway portal device. Currently crackling with enough tachyon particles to make the crew of the Enterprise have a heart attack.
❝...Oh what the fuck have you guys do--❞ Her voice became drowned in the instant when the swirling light from the gateway roared to life, swallowing her, the officers and everything whole--and she faded into blackness.
-----Some time later, in a world that wasn’t her own-----
❝...Um--Hi?❞ Spoken with soft confusion, though the perplexity on her face spoke volumes as she looked up from where she was lying down, gloved palms flat against the dirt in an effort to prop herself up. Although, the dozen or so monstrous looking, gigantic, green dudes with weapons bigger than her own body didn’t seem to like that too much. At least four of them charged straight at her, the others remaining where they were to open fire with armaments that looked not at all familiar to her. She boosted from the ground with supreme haste, soaring a good ten feet into the air with hands and arms raised halfway to the sky. ❝Whoa whoa--! I come in peace?! Live long and prosper?!❞
Avengers World #6
(outofcharacter):
Starter Call™
So these things go by hella fast, so I’ma try it on here!
Sup, named dazzlina, and this is a blog for a fandomless oc, who happens to be summed up as a “everyone’s favorite garden tool of a meme”. Basically, she’s a somewhat introverted theater college student, who works as a very high class prostitute. She loves women (and some men), sweets, books, puns and memes and can get along with practically anyone for short periods of time.
I draw all of my icons, OOC posts are semi frequent, though usually related to the blog in some way (ie drafts/blog updates, small musing ideas or info).If this all interests you, give this a little ♡ or reblog and I’ll check your blog out!
Daft Punk - Around The World (1997)