#sorry wanda

[megaqueenmaeve]

[natasharomanovs]

i’ve decided to just become a natasha stan account

[kidlokimeme-blog]

I... I have erred. My abilities are clearly not on par with those of my older version.

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Snow (Wandavision)

"It's snowing!" Tommy wakes her up, beating his brother to her bedside, because of course he would. "Mom, Dad, wake up!"

She drags herself up, half-asleep and follows him to the cabin door, staring out at the vast expanse of snow that's fallen overnight, small white flakes still glittering in the air, hanging before they hit the ground. "So it is," she agrees.

"I'll make coffee," Vision calls from somewhere behind her and she grunts grateful agreement. She's not sure of the time, but the sun is nothing more than a few hinting rays in the distance. Next to her, Billy has joined his brother to peer outside, grinning like Christmas has come early.

"We're going to make snow forts," he confides. "And then have a war."

"Sounds violent," she says with a yawn. "Can't you try something a little more peaceful?"

She receives a look of long-suffering disdain from both boys, a wordless 'Mommmm'.

"Conflict is a natural part of the human condition," Here's Vision, bringing her a cup of steaming coffee in a mug that says 'My mom is my hero'. "Best to let them practice it safely."

She inclines her head in agreement, but she can't help but think of bombed out buildings and gunshots outside her window. War is not an abstract concept to her.

Blowing across the top of her cup, she swear to herself it will always be for them. Next to her, her husband squeezes her forearm in mute agreement, perhaps sensing where her thoughts have gone.

"Have some breakfast before you go out there," she says through another yawn and gets reluctant nods. She makes pancakes like she'd always seen on the TV, thick and golden-brown, covered with too much syrup. The boys gulp them down while she sips her coffee and daydreams about going back to bed.

Then they're off, struggling into their big coats, pulling on their boots, tromping off into the snow to scope out the landscape and decide on their tactics.

"They're growing up so fast," she tells Vision. "Not even a hug for their mother."

"Independence is also part of the human condition," he reminds her. "You look exhausted, why don't I clean up in the kitchen and you go back to bed?"

She could, but she doesn't want to. Not yet. "I'll just…go check on how they're doing," she says.

Her husband, the man she loves, looks at her with such fondness and she knows he's thinking that she fusses, which is true enough, but they're still her boys. Independence may be a part of the human condition, but so is maternal instinct.

So even knowing it's a bad idea, she leaves the warm, coffee-scented interior of the cabin and tromps out into the clean expanse of snow, unsullied by human footprints.

Ten too quiet steps in, she gives up on the pretense of needing to walk anywhere and lets the magic take her straight into the air, hovering with a coat of crackling red light around her, scanning the ground below her, looking for her boys. The book, floating next to her, brushes her elbow and if she looks at it, she'll have to acknowledge what it means for it to be there. Instead, she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to imagine that she hears their voices echoing, their laughter ringing out.

But when she opens her eyes, all she can see is pristine, untouched snow.

[currentlyabstracting]

Me working on my Winter Soldier arm template: I'm only 11 years late to cosplaying this movie. That's not too bad, right?

[salemsbane]

sorry guys i'm just always sick thinking about how billy reminds agatha so much of nicky despite being the son of the woman who escaped her clutches and made a fool of her. despite being the one thing nicky never had the capability of growing to be. because despite all of the wanda-ness of him, billy is completely and fantastically himself. he is a soul that never should've existed, let alone survived, and it is all done in spite of the rules. he is powerful enough to bend the will of reality itself, but he barely knows how to use it. and this is exactly where agatha thrives: in coaxing the power out of people, in teaching them in however many unorthodox or maddening ways. and despite how much they both deny it, they can't help caring about each other. even when they bicker and agatha bristles under the way billy sees right through her walls. their dynamic is just so delicious and it makes me want to squeeze them until they pop

[dearspidey]

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Somewhere far in the distance wanda whispers “how many are there???”

Quietly whispers. “Mom I missed you.”

[bobbimorses]