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Captain Marvel
This film is everything I have ever wanted. It’s made me believe in myself and believe that I am strong. Captain Marvel is so important because it does just that, not just for me but for so many other girls who have been told or feel like they can’t do things that they bloody well can.
Never have I related to a female character so fucking much and she wasn’t sexualised???? in anyway whatsoever I’m living for it!!! And there was no love interest??? Perfection. The scene with the flashbacks where each time she was told she wasn’t good enough and then stood up????? Made me want to cry so bad.
Also, Carol Danvers is now my wife and I love her. That is all
Oh to be a repressed late-victorian man and have your Companion tm call you by your first name,
thank fucking god I'm not 14 anymore
Really wanted to draw punk!Arthur again. His face wouldn’t cooperate so I used this as an excuse to play around with some colors
um- WOW?!?! i love this fic so much? really had me feelin some type of way 😼
in all seriousness i adore kita & commonly forget he’s one of my fav’s somehow, but this was a great reminder
Summary: For your first ever frat party, you score quite the catch. Cast: Kita, f!Reader Word Count: 7k Warnings: 18+, minors dni, loss of virginity, corruption kink, mentions of alcohol A/N: part of @saintobio’s frat au collab! thank you @kiyownme for beta-reading, that was very sexc of you to do <3
Everyone seems to be giving the guy leaning against the counter in the kitchen a wide berth, both members and guests staggering drunkenly into the kitchen only to clear their throats at the sight of him and quickly shuffle past.
He’s not tall—not compared to the twins standing next to him—but there’s a different sort of aura surrounding him. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and tight jeans, he still stands out, observing the party’s attendees with a surveying gaze. He’s composed, much less chaotic than the quarreling bunch around him, with his back ramrod straight, arms folded. He’s handsome too, all serious brown eyes, dark eyebrows, and gray hair tipped with black.
The loud, bickering twins soon exit the doorway to rejoin everyone in the next room, shoving each other as they leave. He doesn’t follow.
No one seems to be making any effort to engage with him and you wonder why. He looks decent enough, not like the typical fuckboy at these things, though perhaps that’s the problem. Something twinges in your chest sympathetically.
It’s not fun being an outsider.
It’s not fun being alone at parties.
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Call me your nymph Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin Call me your muse A sprite or an elf you cry to, then use
let's say this is an alternate ending... drew the sketch of this art before ep7 came out and these were my ideas about possible events. previously the end of the cross was pointed, but after ep7 I drew it as flash drive according to the canon xd would like to thank the people who helped me with this art and supported me, thank you !! close-ups below
Coming tomorrow!
Pull on your seven-league boots! At long last, my Drarry re-imagining of Howl's Moving Castle will begin posting tomorrow, February 27! There are six meaty chapters (a total of about 60K words), completely written, edited, and ready to roll out. New installments will post on Tuesdays and Fridays. For those of you who prefer to wait for the whole enchilada, the final chapter will arrive on March 15.
Featuring: Harry as Sophie/Draco as Howl, a sassy house-elf apprentice, a Fire Demon who needs to make a bargain, a witch with a grudge, a house that floats in a cloud, some displaced spiders, and one very hairy disaster.
I hope you'll join me for the adventure!
