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I’m a bad bitch you can’t fucking kill me

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Omg she called him mr carbonell😱😱😱

Hell yeah she did! You guys will die over Chapter Two!

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No Time Between Us (One)

Welcome (back) to the story! This is the sequel to TIME FALLS AWAY and picks up after the Battle for New York. This will be long (seriously, buckle up, this is gonna be a big fic) and feels-heavy, definitely have some sexy times, and of course, that patented Happily Ever After so stay tuned!

(Masterlist Coming Soon)

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Six weeks after the Battle of New York, after Loki had marched his minions through the wormhole to rain literal hell down on the streets and the newly named Avengers had suited up and fought back, the city had recovered in the way that only New York could.

The streets were as loud as they had ever been, packed full of cabs, the sidewalks choked with people. Everyone was trying to put their lives back together, the government scrambling to help with the clean up, schools reopening and the markets recovering. Temporary memorials were erected for the ones that had been lost, plans for more permanent ones in the works. Documentaries both professional and amateur flooded YouTube and the local cable channels as the city tried to cope with all they had learned in so short a span of time.

Aliens.

Wormholes.

Super-powered humans.

Science that was nearly magic.

Gods.

The city’s churches had record attendance numbers, and so did the bars. There was a new end-of-times scare every week, preachers on soapboxes warning that Loki had only been the pre-runner of the Anti-Christ, conspiracy theorists shouting about experimenting on humans to create super spies and how the Hulk was actually a mild mannered janitor who worked for Stark Industries. There were rallies for the Avengers, protests against the Avengers, all the day time talk shows could discuss was how the hell and what the hell and oh god would it happen again.

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[eldritch-crone-deactivated20210]

#same energy

[lolawashere-deactivated20240904]

[lolawashere-deactivated20240904]

I was wrong. We will need these too…

[adoringjensen]

requested by anonymous

[knifefightscene]

not to get into conspiracy theories ✈️ but i’ll take a wild fucking guess and say it may not be steve’s hand that’s holding the compass which means whoever’s holding it is going back in time to see peggy that somebody could be carol danvers this is what i like to call gay interaction

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Wrapped in Red (Spideypool)

This is for @pumpkin-spidey who wanted a sequel to EVERY INCH OF YOU which features intersex!Peter. 

Here’s your warning– heavy feels and smut! 

CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST HERE

Enjoy :)

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“What about this one?” Peter held up a Christmas sweater to Wade’s shoulders. “It’s on sale, fitted enough to show off your muscles and is fairly festive.”

“Festive and boring.” Wade smacked the sweater out of Peter’s hands. “I don’t see why we have to buy a new sweater anyway. what’s wrong with my Jingle My Christmas Ball’s sweater? It’s also fitted, muscly, and festive.”

“Literally everything is wrong with that sweater and you know it.” Peter gave Wade a quick kiss and went back to digging through the rack for a sweater in Wade’s size. “Aunt May wants us to take a nice picture for Christmas and nice pictures don’t include tacky sweaters with sexual wording or terrible innuendos.”

“Y’know Pete, sometimes I think we don’t have anything in common at all.” Wade plopped a Santa hat on his head and set it at a jaunty angle, primping in front of the mirror a few times. “We disagree on what innuendos are, and our fashion sense is entirely different. I’m starting to feel like those things might be a deal breaker.”

“We have different ideas of fashion sense because you have zero fashion and zero sense.” Peter corrected and pulled the hat lower over Wade’s ears. “And I didn’t complain when you wore that absolutely terrible Halloween sweater or about the turkey feather suit you had for Thanksgiving, so I think I can draw the line at terrible Christmas sweater, yeah?”

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[carry-on-gayward-son]

Words cannot express….

[charliebradbury1104]

AHAHA… I don’t think I’ve ever loved Misha Collins, and nipples more in my life!!

[winchesterprincessbride]

Misha Collins is my hero

[pink1031]

Misha is the best!

[sculptorofbeginnings]

@bamby0304 THE MAN IS AN INTERNATIONAL TREASURE THIS IS WHY I ENCOURAGE YOU TO LOVE HIM 😂😂

[bamby0304]

THAT’S IT!! I’M IN!!

[coffins-archive-deactivated2019]

okay im going through the rules and stuff on matsodon rn and

sexworkers are good here as long as what they post is tagged. the gore thing is :// but like the person said sexworkers are supported here.

all of this. all of this is hot as hell. 

they actually have specific rules disallowing pedophiles and nazis+the terfs from the last screenshot.

dogpiling and harrassment and stalking is listed as a no go thank fucking god??

there is not one specific staff account as each member of staff has their own thing so it’d be most likely easier to get in touch with them

and the best part

a peek at the list of blocked domains?

ive legit been on this site for ten minutes and i feel safer on this site than ive ever been on tumblr. again im not like, leaving tumblr but this place is nice as hell.

the site itself is https://mastodon.social/  and im @extinction on there lets get this bread in a safe and orderly manner gays

[coffins-archive-deactivated2019]

btw this is okay to rb so more people know how sexy this place is

[4evamc]

You beautiful weirdo😍

[4evamc]

Reblogging because …😂😂

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All The Reasons Why We Love Christmas (Spideypool)

Yay! Spideypool! This is for @paranormalmoonlight5 who commissioned a Christmas scene from the ONE REASON WHY verse. Warnings: so fluffy you might die

CHRISTMAS COMMISSIONS MASTERLIST

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Christmas at the castle meant every servant had the day off, May firmly believing that even the most high maintenance royal– meaning Peter, of course– could function without help for twenty four hours if it meant that everyone could be home with their family Christmas morning.

Peter had grumbled about the rule loudly when he was younger, but now he kind of loved the few moments before Christmas morning exploded into all of it’s tinsel covered shenanigans. It gave him a chance to reflect on the year, to smile over all the presents, to just enjoy it in his own quiet way.

So this Christmas morning, Peter kissed his still sleeping Alpha and tiptoed out of the room, grabbing his favorite robe on the way across the hall to where the baby slept. This was Ellie’s very first Christmas and Peter wanted at least a few minutes with his daughter before everyone else woke up and wanted to hold her too.

Even with the day off, one of the servants had stopped in to start a fire in the great room and Peter was eternally grateful for the warmth as he snuggled into the couch in front of the tree and hummed nonsense music to the baby girl.

Being parents meant that calm moments were few and far between, and with the recent addition of Ellie, their home was never quiet. Mikel was a literal terror at three years old and Wade encouraged each and every single shenanigan. Ellie was perfect and darling but newborns were hard work, especially since they hadn’t brought on a nanny to help. Peter was exhausted all the time, and he couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t been dealing with nappies and spit up, but right now it was all okay.

It was Christmas morning, all was calm and all was bright, so Peter kissed Ellie’s head and cuddled her closer and let himself love everything about his chaotic life.

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Tiny Boots Beneath the Tree (Falconhawk)(SAS verse)

This one is for @ussfriendship who wanted a continuation of the STETSONS AND SCHOOLTEACHERS verse focusing on Falconhawk!

CHRISTMAS COMMISSION MASTERLIST HERE

Enjoy!

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Tony didn’t think twice about letting himself into Sam and Clint’s place, anxious to get out of the cold and eager to share his new package of caramel candies with the other Omega.

Well maybe not eager to share his candies, but Tony had eaten the entire box by himself last time, giving him a stomach ache for a good three days and giving his Alpha plenty of reasons to tease him.

Sharing the sweets meant neither the stomach ache nor the teasing would happen again, and since it had been a few days since he and Clint had spent any time together, binge eating caramel candies would solve both issues.

“Clint?” he called, shrugging out of his jacket and putting the box on the kitchen table. “Clint? Are you home? I brought caramel candy and you have to help me eat it. Steve judged me terribly for eating the box by myself the other day, so we have to split this one.”

Tony warmed his hands by the fire a moment before adding, “Also, we should gossip about Valkyrie and that Alpha she’s been spending time with, yeah? Definitely something going on there.”

“Tony?” Clint’s voice came from the spare bedroom which was… odd. “Uh, hey. Yes, I absolutely want some caramel candy, and my god do we need to gossip about Valkyrie, but can you give me a second? I’m not— I’m not decent.”

“What are you doing in the spare bedroom?” Tony frowned over the bit of panic in the Omega’s voice. “What do you mean you’re not decent? Is everything alright?” he paused, and then with a smirk, “Did you get trapped trying on something risque for your Alpha again? Do I need to cut you out of something lacy and ridiculous?”

“The lingerie thing happened one time!” Clint retorted from behind the closed door. “One time, Tony. Let it go.”

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Malachite Kolwesi Mine, Katanga, Democratic Republic of the Congo      

[drrarythings]

How the others were noticing Draco’s gayness towards Harry through the years

First year

Ron: He attacked me and glared at me all the time when I became friends with Harry

Hermione: He never left us alone, he showed up every time

Snape: Oh… *thinking* I could use the little Malfoy to know what trouble our new “celebrity” is planing

Harry: huh?

Second year

Hermione: Oh come on, he’s so obvious!

Ron: Me and Harry polyjuiced ourselves and when we ended in the Slytherin dorm, he talked about Harry most of the time without knowing it’s us

Ginny: He attacked me in the bookstore when he thought I was with Harry.

Ginny: *after the Valentine’s card incident* He threatened me with a death glare after he made fun of me saying Harry didn’t like it. I won’t give up tho.

Lucius Malfoy: He won’t shut up about Potter.

Harry: huh?

Third year

Hermione: Are you kidding me, Harry!

Ron:

Remus: Lol Harry

Dean and Seamus: he just want his attention, what a desperate guy, to even dress himself as a dementor

Harry: huh?

Fourth year

Hermione: oh for Merlin’s sake, he spend all his time to make badges because of him, he don’t know how to act around him and this is the only way he knows to catch his attention when there are Cho and Cedric

Lucius: Since the first day he talked mostly about him

Rita: He talked only about Harry Potter the first few interviews

Harry: huh?

Fifth year

Hermione: Honestly Harry, how could you not see it…

Ron: why is he staring at Harry most of the time?

Umbrige: He joined me only to catch the Potter boy and stop a kiss. Almost got them, with the help of unpleasant girl’s friend. Honestly I’m dissapointed about Malfoy’s reasons

Cho: He found out about our kiss and was so angry, he tried to catch only me most of the time after DADA meetings.

Harry: huh?

Sixth year

Hermione: Harry, you have to stop stalking him.

Ron: Mate, call down, he’s not planing anything.

Harry: I’m not obsessed, he’s planning smth, I told you gUYs, for Merlin’s hairy balls!

Ginny: Are you serious? He is staring at you as you are at him.

Harry: Huh?

Seventh year(not in Hogwart most of the time)

Hermione: He lied about Harry and protected him, and Harry still don’t get it. I even can’t anymore.

Narcissa: He saved my son, who is gay for him, so I lied the Dark Lord, for their future.

Harry: Huh?

Draco: ARE YOU SERIOUS, POTTER!

[bikerfaggot]

you know what’s fucking adorable? thorbruce (or thulk) forehead kisses. we as a people don’t get enough forehead kiss content for them

anon you (send an) ask and you shall receive (god i fucking love thulk)

When Thor woke, finding Bruce burrowed against his chest, he let fear overtake him for a brief moment. In the mornings, Bruce was always pressed against Thor’s back, arms around his middle and face in his hair. He called it “being the big spoon,” though Thor still wasn’t quite sure what that meant. But he did know that it felt safe, and when he woke with Bruce in his arms instead, his mind always assumed that during the night, Bruce had had a nightmare or an anxiety attack of some kind. This morning was no different.

He gently roused his boyfriend, earning a sleepy smile and a hum. “What’s up?” Bruce yawned, moving one hand away from Thor’s chest to rub at his eyes.

“Are you alright?” Thor asked. “I mean, when we wake up like this, usually something has happened in the night, and-” His explanation was cut off by Bruce leaning in to press a kiss to his collarbone.

“No, I’m fine,” he assured, “sometimes I just want your arms around me.” He grinned a little and took a slow breath. “I love you.” Thor watched as Bruce’s eyes fell shut, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“I love you, dear,” he answered, placing a gentle kiss on Bruce’s forehead as the other man was drawn back into sleep.

“Hulk!” Thor called out, running across the battlefield with little regard to his own safety. He hadn’t seen his boyfriend, had been wondering whether or not he was even alive, for almost a month. Forgive him if he was a tad overeager.

“Blondie!” Hulk answered, turning to receive the Avenger running toward him with open arms. They had no time for questions, no time for ‘where were you’s or ‘how did you get here?’s. They barely had the time to reunite, honestly. The battle was still raging around them, but Thor was keeping a good amount of enemies at bay with lightning blasts, giving them just a minute or so. Thor hugged Hulk around the abdomen, laughing lightly when Hulk picked him up and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“I love you,” he said as Hulk set him down. “I’ll see you after.” Hulk grunted and nodded, taking off in the opposite direction to rejoin the fight.

[notelvira]

you know exactly which tumblr textpost this is and at the rate its been sent to me i had to do it. he just wants his juice time

[thor-appreciation-blog]

The media: The Hulk is dangerous,,,,,, he needs to be controlled and cannot under any circumstances be unsupervised,,,,,,,,, we can’t trust him,,,,,,

Thor: