Moogle

Trying new things out and getting a bit creative. Happy to get constructive criticism. Interested in all Marvel, Star Wars, the Musketeers (BBC), and others.

[olileigh-art]

Painting little Red Dead pictures for my stupid mental health or something

Art print available here

[hugmekenobi]

Strength- Ch9

Gif by @anakin-skywalker 

Obi Wan x female!reader

Series Summary: You’re estranged from the Jedi Order and have spent much of your life avoiding them. So, what happens when you have to assist Jedi Master and General Obi Wan Kenobi in battle and you’re forced to come back to Coruscant and work with him?

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Chapter 9 Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of your kiss with Obi Wan becomes much harder than you anticipated and it’s fair to say neither of you handle it very well. A rough return to Ryloth also sets in motion a series of decisions that will only hurt you both.

Genre: Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), swearing, again we make up how Force bonds work, canon-deviation with a certain character coming back on the scene, described canon-typical violence, torture with graphic injury descriptions, more mentions of scars, medical talk with more injury details, mentions of death, miscommunication (neither of these two do well with feelings), general angst with mild hurt/comfort, we also have a brief intro to new clones but one I bring in is also in S7 for a little bit and back with the dislike for Mace Windu.

Word Count (Ch 9): 4.8k

Rating: 18+

Author’s notes: This chapter is pretty angsty which I apologise for! I also hate miscommunication as much as the next reader but I feel like it needs to happen to fit with the characters here and the tone of the story but I promise it’ll be worth it! Please stick with me! It shall be fixed!

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[disc80s]

“you can’t forget your mother tongue” okay but have you considered bilinguals and polyglots whose first language isn’t english and whose development during adolescence was shaped by consuming content and media only in english and have ever since viewed that second language, foreign to their own, as a better outlet for their emotions and thoughts? as Yiyun Li said “it is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet impossible in my native language.”

[nine-for-a-kiss-deactivated2017]

Anyway here is an itemised list of the reasons why I’m loving Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries so much:

Miss Fisher is obviously a badass but also she’s not young! She’s Of A Certain Age and she still lands the absolute hottest dudes. The hottest dudes. The hottest dudes

It’s the Carousing Good Guy trope but a lady!

Her lady-loving doctor friend Mac wears the most wonderful suits and she is amazing and I want to kiss her

What kind of a name is Phrynie. It’s absurd

Super old-school anti-procedural. Like Jonathan Creek but without all the British cringiness. Like Star Trek but instead of space stuff it’s murders and instead of space it’s set in Australia.

I didn’t even know Australia had a ‘20s until I watched this show. Upon closer study, it seems plausible

Miss Fisher is absolutely ruthless, clever, dangerous, insightful, and willing to go to any length to solve her case - including playing any number of fanciful parts, scaling large buildings, getting herself nearly poisoned to death, and otherwise putting herself in physical and emotional danger - and she does all this without having to sacrifice her love of pretty things. She scales those buildings in beautiful hand-tooled Italian heels. She is always impeccably, gorgeously dressed, and doesn’t ever change that about herself, even when she starts being taken more seriously by the police force or when she is doing serious detective work like interviewing wicked murderers or hunting for the man who killed her sister. Miss Fisher is only ever entirely herself.

She adopts strays like no one’s business.

There’s something very appealing about the story of a woman who has seen terrible, gruesome things, decided afterwards to dedicate her life entirely to pleasure, and then (almost despite herself) ended up becoming a philanthropist and a den mother and a doer-of-good. I have seen this story many many many (many, many) times from a male perspective, but not so often from a female viewpoint, and Miss Fisher does it without ever begrudging what she’s become. She’s infinitely more graceful than every other good-guy-against-his-better-judgment story I’ve watched or read.

THE END

[normal-horoscopes]

TEEN HORSE GIRL MOVIE WHERE THE HORSE DIES AN HOUR IN AND THE SECOND HALF IS THE GIRL LEARNING OCCULT SCIENCE TO REANIMATE IT SO SHE CAN WIN THE BIG DERBY

[hombredeflorida]

Necroprancer

[vittyyluvscookies]

Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.

[submissivefeminist]

I’m so glad this is a universal wondering among vagina-owners, haha.

[chaotichowlite]

‘Vagina-owners’

[anxiousnerd]

Tune in next time for: Are these menstrual cramps? Am I pregnant? Is it just gas? I wouldn’t have to ask these questions if I didn’t have a damn uterus

[sexylibrarian1]

Next week: Is it a bladder infection? An ovarian cyst? Do I have endometriosis? Oh God please do not let it be cervical cancer! A 20/20 special

[occupyvenus]

Y'all are forgetting the all-time classic: Is it just my period or is my appendix about to burst? Some nice tea and a heatpack or 911 and emergency surgery?

[phantoms-lair]

There is actually a test for that last one!

Place your hand over the pain, press down slightly and release. If the pain doesn’t change by any great margin, you’re fine. If it suddenly becomes some painful you can barely stand, Get thee to an Emergency Room

[neshtasplace]

Reblogging for the useful info as well as the lack of any transphobic comments! =P

[sassystarlightcollection-deacti]

Vagina Diaries

[emptyjunior]

okay but neville longbottom as head of gryffindor house and there’s all these stories of him going head to head with an army of werewolves, being tortured by death eaters and killing Voldemort’s snake with godric gryffindor’s actual sword but when the students see him he’s like cradling a pot plant and crying cause he saw someone lost their pet on the noticeboard and they’re like “that guy? are you sure it’s that guy” 

BONUS: one of the older student’s get dared to go up and ask him if it’s true and neville just makes direct eye-contact and says “voldemort was a punk bitch” and continues knitting a lil baby sweater for a mandrake

[bucksnatalia]

reasons bucky barnes is too good for this world collected from both the mcu and comics, feel free to add if you like 

as the winter soldier he botched a shot because a little girl got in his line of fire

his first christmas as himself again he gave a wad of cash to a homeless vietnam vet 

after the events in washington d.c. he returned to his handlers but didn’t kill them (just beat ‘em up a little) bc he didn’t want to spill anymore blood 

he got really emotional when the young avengers patriot, hawkeye, and vision saluted him and said it was an honor to work with him 

once told off one of his soviet handlers for suggesting that the black widow belonged to anyone

visits his little sister at the alzheimer’s hospital where she lives 

has actually uttered the words “holy cow” on screen 

wanted to be a park ranger

saw Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in theaters with his dad and little sister 

actually put his hair in a manbun and wore an apron over his uniform to make eggs and bacon for himself and steve

builds model spaceships while living on a spaceship in space 

adopted a space aardvark he found in chains, scared, and alone

also adopted a tiny child who has been known to be an actual menace bc she had been used as a weapon and he knows what that’s like 

his name is literally “bucky barnes” 

plums???

lives by the code W.W.S.D. (What Would Steve Do) when things are looking tricky 

sat with a couple of kids on the fourth of july to watch the fireworks while eating a red, white, and blue popsicle 

[steddiely]

when pressed to choose a restaurant, he always chooses pancake houses

his idea of fun includes going to futuristic science fairs 

he makes Steve look sensible with how reckless he tends to be

he always felt inadequate, but still fought nose to nose with super powered people even while he had no abilities

he put on a brave face from a young age because he didn’t want to disappoint others

he always puts others first and is compassionate to others’ suffering

he curses all the time, but he also makes jokes all the time, often at his own expense

he also makes Steve laugh and ribs him all the time

this is how badass he is and yet he doesn’t think he measures up

his plans are usually throwing himself headfirst and winging it

Sam, Steve and Natasha often have to go save/back up his reckless ass 

he’s polite to vendors, elders, young children, veterans, 

Namor actually (begrudingly) likes him

he’s actually really neat and can’t handle how messy other avengers are

Wolverine can’t stop calling him kid

thinks every avenger should carry guns and doesn’t get why they don’t

changes the design of the star on his arm to fit someone he wants to pay tribute to

doesn’t even see how good he is

[phdna]

Also a few more from comic canon because 616!Bucky is my darling son I always wanna talk about:

Likes anything sweet: chocolate, pies, popsicles, candy, pancakes, cookies, cake, just about anything with sugar

Loves games and bets (arguably cheats tho)

Lowkey pouts when scolded

Loves gymnastics

It was pointed out before, but I’ll say again because it’s like 70% of who he is: likes to make people laugh (and also happy)

Says if he has to compare everything with fighting nazis he’ll never get to complain about anything, so he never compares stuff to nazis because he wants to complain damnit 

CUDDLY AF

[steddiely]

he’s “too busy taking care of everyone else to do it for himself” according to his sister

thinks people he loves are better off away from him (they’re not)

texts with Steve when they’re bored 

couldn’t believe the avengers would celebrate his birthday 

believes in Steve and in Captain America with all his heart

says Nope a lot

[zukosgay]

no internet interaction will ever again reach the high of chaos of the “does germany still exist?” officialgermangovernment: “Yes” “thanks” 

[zukosgay]

this shit absolutely sends me

[mysharona1987]

[moogle5]

Lives to live for - Prologue

Summary: Three years after the events of the Blip and the world has returned to a new normal. New York City has become the new hub for all powered people, from vigilantes like the Defenders to the Avengers and Inhumans, the City is buzzing with life. In all that is Shannon Cousland, a retired SHIELD agent and mutant. Having the power to heal herself, has her body age very slowly. Looking like a 28-year-old, she was actually born in 1610 in Scotland. But something big is happening which forces Shannon out of retirement, facing foes she thought were long gone.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character (in later Chapters), Wolverine x OFC (Friendship)

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 870

Notes: New to all of this. Trying to form many ideas I have into a story. English isn’t my first language but I try my best. Please comment if you like it and what I can do better, I only want to get better so thank you already!!

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Looking out on the panorama of Hell’s Kitchen at dawn always made me feel nostalgic. The tall skyscrapers, the busy streets and the greyish air were charming in their own ways, but they couldn’t beat the blue skies, wild waves and dramatic landscape of my home. Scotland was home. Scotland was what made me myself. As cliche as it might sounded, you can take a girl out of Scotland, but you can’t take Scotland out of that girl.

Sipping my tea and staring out the window, I was lost in my thoughts so that I didn’t hear the slight knocking at the door. However, it grew louder and louder until it shook me awake. Walking through my open kitchen, I put my mug on the living room table and made my way to the front door. The knocking turned into a banging when I turned the locks and opened the door.

“Fucking finally, thought you were still asleep”, said a gruff voice while walking into the flat like he owned it. Plopping down on the sofa, Logan looked to smug for my liking. “What would you have done if I was still asleep?”, I asked while closing the door and returning to the sofa to sit down. “I would have come the same way as one of the red fuckers.” I laughed out loud: “I would have loved to see that, you, climbing up the fire escape. You would have woken up everyone in the building!” “Hah hah, Shannon, very funny.” “I know I am a comedic genius. Now what do you want, Logan? It’s too early in the morning to start drinking with me even for you.”

I looked curiously onto Logan who uncharacteristically shifted in his seat. His smugness from early was gone. He was nervous, something that I hadn’t seen many times in our century long friendship. “Charles… he wanted me to check up on you. Something about what he saw in Cerebro.” I sighed. Charles Xavier only wanted to protect me, as he wanted to protect all mutants but the fact that I lived more than 300 years without Charles’ interference kind of made his protection attempts a bit useless.

“And you are his messenger boy now? He knows I am fine. And the thing in Cerebro? We are in fucking New York City! What are you expecting? Of course, a bunch of mutants will turn up here, especially with the heroes, vigilantes and whoever that are running around freely and unbothered. New York is a dream city for us.”, I observed while standing and walking towards the kitchen.

“Shannon… He was frightened! There are mutants here that are powerful. Nearly as powerful as you are and we both know what might happen when they do something stupid! Especially now with all those other powered people around.”

Logan followed me through to the kitchen. His demeanour was serious, and he watched me intently. Something was brewing in the city that never sleeps and mutants were involved. I turned to him and shouted:

“And what does Charles want us to do? I am not searching for them, Logan, I am retired. Go to SHIELD or the Avengers, hell go to fucking Jessica Jones if you want to find them.”  

Logan looked resigned, he knew why I didn’t want to get involved with any suspicious activities involved with powered people. The moment Tony Stark announced he was Iron Man, I put in my resignation to Fury and retired. I was tired. I wanted to settle down and live a life that I wasn’t able to have for the last 400 years. Now I was here living in Hell’s Kitchen living a relatively normal life, expect maybe the occasional drop in by the vigilantes and heroes of New York who needed healing. A boring life but not too boring, I thought.

Taking a deep breath, I composed myself from the outburst and explained calmly: “I won’t be doing anything actively, but you can tell Charles I will have an ear out and ask our powered friends if anything weird is going on. That’s it though. Nothing else.” Logan visibly relaxed. He nodded at me and gave me a side hug turning to go to the front door. He stopped shortly before opening it: “Your not-so-boring life suits you. Just 50 years ago, you would have been the first to run to find everything out.” I smiled at him sadly: “Running into danger is not my MO anymore. Having to fight your loved ones does that to you.”

Logan was about to answer when suddenly we heard a loud crash in my bedroom. Grabbing a kitchen knife, I followed Logan who ran across the room with his claws out. We stopped at the bedroom door and listened carefully. We were able to hear two muffled voices, female and male. The female was cursing while the male just grunted what sounded like in pain. I recognised them. Straightening myself up, I motioned Logan to stand down and opened the door: “Murdock, Jones! What the fuck are doing in my bedroom!” Matt Murdock, in his Daredevil suit, and Jessica Jones stared at me stunned. “You got a lot of explanation to do!”

[moogle5]

Lives to live for - Prologue

Summary: Three years after the events of the Blip and the world has returned to a new normal. New York City has become the new hub for all powered people, from vigilantes like the Defenders to the Avengers and Inhumans, the City is buzzing with life. In all that is Shannon Cousland, a retired SHIELD agent and mutant. Having the power to heal herself, has her body age very slowly. Looking like a 28-year-old, she was actually born in 1610 in Scotland. But something big is happening which forces Shannon out of retirement, facing foes she thought were long gone.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character (in later Chapters), Wolverine x OFC (Friendship)

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 870

Notes: New to all of this. Trying to form many ideas I have into a story. English isn’t my first language but I try my best. Please comment if you like it and what I can do better, I only want to get better so thank you already!!

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Looking out on the panorama of Hell’s Kitchen at dawn always made me feel nostalgic. The tall skyscrapers, the busy streets and the greyish air were charming in their own ways, but they couldn’t beat the blue skies, wild waves and dramatic landscape of my home. Scotland was home. Scotland was what made me myself. As cliche as it might sounded, you can take a girl out of Scotland, but you can’t take Scotland out of that girl.

Sipping my tea and staring out the window, I was lost in my thoughts so that I didn’t hear the slight knocking at the door. However, it grew louder and louder until it shook me awake. Walking through my open kitchen, I put my mug on the living room table and made my way to the front door. The knocking turned into a banging when I turned the locks and opened the door.

“Fucking finally, thought you were still asleep”, said a gruff voice while walking into the flat like he owned it. Plopping down on the sofa, Logan looked to smug for my liking. “What would you have done if I was still asleep?”, I asked while closing the door and returning to the sofa to sit down. “I would have come the same way as one of the red fuckers.” I laughed out loud: “I would have loved to see that, you, climbing up the fire escape. You would have woken up everyone in the building!” “Hah hah, Shannon, very funny.” “I know I am a comedic genius. Now what do you want, Logan? It’s too early in the morning to start drinking with me even for you.”

I looked curiously onto Logan who uncharacteristically shifted in his seat. His smugness from early was gone. He was nervous, something that I hadn’t seen many times in our century long friendship. “Charles… he wanted me to check up on you. Something about what he saw in Cerebro.” I sighed. Charles Xavier only wanted to protect me, as he wanted to protect all mutants but the fact that I lived more than 300 years without Charles’ interference kind of made his protection attempts a bit useless.

“And you are his messenger boy now? He knows I am fine. And the thing in Cerebro? We are in fucking New York City! What are you expecting? Of course, a bunch of mutants will turn up here, especially with the heroes, vigilantes and whoever that are running around freely and unbothered. New York is a dream city for us.”, I observed while standing and walking towards the kitchen.

“Shannon… He was frightened! There are mutants here that are powerful. Nearly as powerful as you are and we both know what might happen when they do something stupid! Especially now with all those other powered people around.”

Logan followed me through to the kitchen. His demeanour was serious, and he watched me intently. Something was brewing in the city that never sleeps and mutants were involved. I turned to him and shouted:

“And what does Charles want us to do? I am not searching for them, Logan, I am retired. Go to SHIELD or the Avengers, hell go to fucking Jessica Jones if you want to find them.”  

Logan looked resigned, he knew why I didn’t want to get involved with any suspicious activities involved with powered people. The moment Tony Stark announced he was Iron Man, I put in my resignation to Fury and retired. I was tired. I wanted to settle down and live a life that I wasn’t able to have for the last 400 years. Now I was here living in Hell’s Kitchen living a relatively normal life, expect maybe the occasional drop in by the vigilantes and heroes of New York who needed healing. A boring life but not too boring, I thought.

Taking a deep breath, I composed myself from the outburst and explained calmly: “I won’t be doing anything actively, but you can tell Charles I will have an ear out and ask our powered friends if anything weird is going on. That’s it though. Nothing else.” Logan visibly relaxed. He nodded at me and gave me a side hug turning to go to the front door. He stopped shortly before opening it: “Your not-so-boring life suits you. Just 50 years ago, you would have been the first to run to find everything out.” I smiled at him sadly: “Running into danger is not my MO anymore. Having to fight your loved ones does that to you.”

Logan was about to answer when suddenly we heard a loud crash in my bedroom. Grabbing a kitchen knife, I followed Logan who ran across the room with his claws out. We stopped at the bedroom door and listened carefully. We were able to hear two muffled voices, female and male. The female was cursing while the male just grunted what sounded like in pain. I recognised them. Straightening myself up, I motioned Logan to stand down and opened the door: “Murdock, Jones! What the fuck are doing in my bedroom!” Matt Murdock, in his Daredevil suit, and Jessica Jones stared at me stunned. “You got a lot of explanation to do!”