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they really be gatekeeping sae from trailer preview :''(

ponyo’s dad kinda a dilf ngl

Hey I just wanted to say I just found your blog in the great pretender tag and I really like your content. I also saw your an mcu fan which I love and I agree with your assessments of Wandavision and Falcon and wintersoldier (as much as I love seb and Anthony) but I will add that I wish there was more awkwardness to Bucky’s character, especially when it came to things like normal human interaction and flirting. Because he was this suave guy in the 40s and then he was a brainwashed assassin for 70 + years and then he came back but had to fight for his existence and the went back to the freezer only to come out and have his main interactions be Steve (a man in a very similar position as him and also on the run), a group of badass warrior guards and a 16 year old genius and her brother who just happens to be king. Those a normal interaction do not make. So it would have been cool to see him try to emulate the suaveness he once had only to come off unbearably awkward.

Sorry for this long ass rant. Just thought I would share.

Ah it’s ok!

One thank you

Two I love your assessment on Bucky.

I have a small feeling since the show was a bit certain around Sam taking up the shield, Bucky was just there on the sides like he was for Steve. But I still love them showing how Bucky was struggling to make peace and only started to make it after his convo with Sam (cause Bucky’s therapist suck, I know how shitty gov therapist are)

I could go on a whole rant about the military stuff...buuuuuuuut I came from a family with lots of people in different arm branches so I’m just a little iffy on touching on it, just cause I’m scared of getting someone in trouble somehow 🤣💧

But I can say there hit it right on how messy the system is. And how vets like Issashi and Bucky are truely treated

Actually nicquemarina on TikTok is a military vet, so if you want to watch a little more on that, you should def check her out and watch her videos. She does some skits over the shows, but also talk about how she related to the characters, and some analysis!

#tfatws #QNA #thank you tho #I dip #in and out of the marvel fandom #but I’m a big fan

it seemed that ellie had been one of the last people to leave caswell manor that night. once everyone had started filtering out, stumbling against one another and out onto the lawn, she’d made the choice to take a lap around the large home in search of harry. she hadn’t seen him since she’d run into darby—actually, she hadn’t really seen him since they’d left the room they’d slipped into earlier in the evening. upon leaving it she’d taken a straight shot to the nearest bathroom to clean up... and that’d been it. glassy eyes, faded red lipstick, disheveled hair. they’d all met her in the mirror, slightly trembling hands grasping the sink. most of her time spent in the manor bathroom was spent just like that, and the one thing that kept repeating like a skipping record through her thoughts was, no. no, to ‘okay’, it’s not okay. nothing is okay— nothing about what’s going on is even remotely okay. nothing is okay. nothing’s okay. not remotely okay. not okay. the words, almost lyrical in their rhythm and repetition, reemerged when she’d later searched the mansion, dipping in and out of rooms and ascending and descending staircases. once, twice. after some time she’d come to sit at the bottom of the stairs, red dress cascading onto the floor and chin in her hands. ellie was tired. her emotional exhaustion had set in hours before, only to be briefly refueled by one crucial mission to reenact the boston tea party. by then, it seemed, her physical exhaustion had also gone into effect. so she’d left alone.

the walk felt like reliving a memory. one where she’d also chased after harry. one where she’d also been too late and went home alone. but this one, she was determined, would end differently—just not tonight. she figured that, perhaps what they needed right then was a bit of a breather. some time to sit with their thoughts and everything that’d been said. so she waited, only making the walk to hastings—to his room—late morning the following day. ellie hadn’t slept well and the evidence was clear on her face; tired eyes, faint circles. the neat curls she’d worn her hair in the night before had fallen, tumbling over her shoulders in loose and slightly unkempt waves. pinstriped pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt suggested she’d come straight from bed, not bothering to change despite the brisk pre-noon chill. and when she’d finally arrived at his door she knocked without hesitation. every minute detail said that this couldn’t wait, down to how she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet while waiting for the door to open. “harry?” ellie called out, unplanned. at least now he’d know it was her and could react accordingly. however that was. @harrisonhadlee