#oh marvel

[glynnisi]

Anyone else wonder if Ralph Bohner has the same talent agent Trevor Slattery had?

[bigskydreaming]

*looks again at that Marc Spector-as-the-Phoenix image, and then at all past stories about that damn bird and the complex relationship between the Phoenix and its hosts, and then back at Marc Spector and his long history of having his DID explored VERY VERY BADLY, and can practically FEEL the oncoming ableism jumping out of that page and hitting like a freight train*

[shieldworn]

@whitesuited​ | to whom i’ve been liveblogging my comic reading        FIGHTER JETS

[rabentochter]

The more I think about it the more I realise that IW and especially EG are a reason why adults should read children's books more often. Or Anderson's fairy tales.

[witch-of-the-library-blog]

Heading Home Again

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6       (more chapters coming soon!)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Steve/Bucky, Steve/Tony, Steve/Tony/Bucky

Summary: Five Times Steve Rogers Fused With Someone (+1 Time Steve Fused With Two People)  Fusion: the process by which two friends or lovers stand across from each other and dance, each following the other's lead, until their differences are lost and they share one heart, one body, one mind. It is the most intimate experience one person can share with another.

Story on AO3 

There were two kinds of fusion.

The first was the fusion of soldiers and sportsmen: trained synchronicity, easy camaraderie, a shared purpose that let you slip together until your hands reached out to the same goal and you inhabited the same skin: stronger and faster, better in every way for sharing hands, sharing eyes, sharing strength and will.

The second was the hallowed, the honored, the fusion of dance. Two friends or two lovers would stand across from each other and move in circles until their differences slipped away, until their bodies learned to move in tandem, until each conformed to the other like the skyline and the mountains, their hearts beating as one.

It wasn’t something that every pair could accomplish, and it was seen with honor, respect, and awe.

Proposing fusion to a loved one was an intimate and profound step to a relationship, and the first attempt was always nerve-wracking, since it wasn’t often successful.

But Steve and Bucky had never had to worry about that.

They had fused for the first time as young teens, by accident, rough-housing in the backyard. They had run inside, Steve’s asthma tightening their chest, and Bucky’s mam had scooped them up into a hug. Her embrace had been familiar and strange, because they were taller, and new, and nothing was really familiar at all.

Then she had sat them down and given them an explanation, told them that instead of Bucky and Steve they were now BuckyandSteve, a new person with a world to explore. So she told them to go run and play and they had, and people on the sidewalks had turned to watch them go, a young fusion so rare, and so new, and so full of joy.

Steve and Bucky had fused to fight the bullies, and they had fused to sleep, and they had fused so that their body would be able to cope with Steve’s frequent bouts of illness, Bucky’s strength helping him to get through some of the worst days.

Steve knew Bucky just as well as he knew himself, and something being Steve Rogers felt more like being half of BuckyandSteve.

Steve sketched their shared body from memories of looking at themself in the mirror, and traced the lines of his nose, Bucky’s jaw, their mouth so well blended that he couldn’t tell if one of them was favored in it.

Usually they found themselves fusing quietly, the feeling so familiar that it could be brought about by something as simple as Bucky pulling Steve a little closer at night, and suddenly their arms were wrapped around themself, laughing at their selves.

But once in a blue moon they would fuse formally: they would stand across from each other in their shared apartment and put on a scratchy record, or Bucky would sing a song he’d heard at a dance hall, and they would move towards each other, slow at first then faster,  hands catching at hands and pulling body against body until there was only what was shared.

Then Bucky left for war, and Steve was Captain America.

Stronger than a fusion, the press called him. Steve wasn’t so sure about that.

There was fusion in the war, of course: the fusion in the battlefield, as many soldiers coming together as they could without falling apart, creating huge walls of armor and arms and single-minded anger. But in the nights the men would dance in their tents and go to sleep with two minds as one, the nightmares so much easier when they were shared.

And then there was no Bucky, and Steve was no longer a half of anything. 

After that, he wasn’t much of anything for a while except cold. 

[lividbrunette]

everything about endgame is just … so wrong, ya know?

like steve wouldn’t have gone back and fucked up peggy‘s life and left behind bucky. nah. wrong. false. never happened.

tony’s fine, enjoying life with pepper and morgan, getting a goddamn break finally.

nat and yelena are still kicking ass ofc, forever & always.

scott got to seE HIS DAUGHTER GROW UP DAMNIT.

[two4joy]

Loooool... Flag smashers...

[olemisekunst]

Wait, did WandaVision really have a scene in the latest episode where there's literally war going on outside their apartment building in Sokovia, people are shooting, and Wanda's family is pretty much ignoring all that nonsense and just happily sitting down to watch some American sitcoms instead. And then a literal bomb flies into their apartment, but the tv set miraculously survives somewhere in the rubble, so she can keep on watching. XD I mean, I know these are comic book movies and there's always a certain amount of ridiculousness involved, and I usually take it in stride, but I literally burst out laughing at this.