#cosmicskrull

[valdefontaine]

"Okay... Jess Drew, Bobbi Morse and uh- Hm, oh! And Carol Danvers!"

( Fuck / Mary / Get Drunk With )

"Fuck Bobbi Morse, marry Carol Danvers, and get a drink with Jessica Drew. Apparently I wanted to kill her in another timeline, but Fury has a soft spot for her so just martinis."

[whattheflark]

@cosmicskrull​ | cont.

      “Rᴇᴀʟʟʏ? Tʜᴀᴛ’s why you have me? Not because, I dunno, I’m your one friend that never once tried to murder you and isn’t limited to one planet “Your Royal Highness Needs An Uber” calls?”

      He’s not entirely sure what an Uber is and just hopes he used that one right.

[valdefontaine]

"Hey, Mom, there's a guy at the door asking if anyone here is a Russian spy...? Should I send him to Yelena's room or- Where are you going?"

"Just to the store to get some milk and never come back like your father." Блядь.

[sugaredjoy]

Lana is 5'2! (Smol)

Ana is 6'2 (tol!)

• ana is too tol. even bubs' tallest platforms don't measure up. lana is the perfect height for forehead kisses.

[aatrcx]

Ana'Hira is my fav skrull 🥺

[twelvetm]

"Doctor, you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream."

AGED  HANDS  CURLED  AROUND  THE  WOODEN  MUG  ,  HOT  BUBBLING  LIQUID  OF  A  SLIGHTLY  SALTY  BUT  ULTIMATELY  SWEET  NATURE  WARMING  HIS  PALMS  .  hues  didn’t  shift  from  him  staring  in  front  of  him  .  the  talk  of  dreams  &&  dreamscape  universes  had  dissolved  slightly  into  an  area  he  was  particularly  not  comfortable  with  .  all  these  people  who  had  called  him  this  before  .  he  was  flesh  &&  blood  like  all  living  things  .  the  idea  that  he  was  a  phantom  of  sorts  .  a  DREAM  .  nothing  more  made  all  that  he  did  feel  sort  of  ...  meaningless  .  ultimately  as  if  all  he  had  lost  didn’t  matter  .  

“  i  once  met  a  DREAM  ME  .  ”  he  said  .  “  i  didn’t  like  him  ,  he  wore  a  stupid  bow  tie  &&  everything  ,  ”  //  @cosmicskrull  

[valdefontaine]

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

GET THE SWEET AND SOUR SAUCE

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

THE SWEET AND SOUR NOT THE BARBECUE

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"

"Order for, um, uh..." Jeez that's a long name lady, the cashier cleared their throat. "Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine?" And to top it all off the woman was driving a black SUV, wearing a sparkling pink headband and a crop top.

"Anything else?" Paper bags and a few happy meals passed from window to window, along with a black AmEx card.

"Yeah I need some extra sweet and sour sauce, not sure if it's the same sauce, but I'll take as many as you have." Another three bags are forfeited over in the shuffle. "Oh, and a vanilla shake!" Nevermind, the ice cream machine was broken. Of course.

By the time Val returned to the compound, the whole passenger seat was covered in their neatly packaged lunch. Nick would probably tease her later about the strong lingering smell of French fries ("and you didn't save me any?"). And no barbeque sauce ("sorry Walker"). They forgot it, or it disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

[bcwblade]

She finds him in the middle of his duties, staring deep into his very soul... "What's sex? Can I eat it?"

Simon in the Middle | @cosmicskrull/@rosmcrinus

...

"Ah, Yurie! Could you handle this question? Best to leave matters concerning biology and ahh- anatomy to one who's formally studied it, eh? Of course."