I, Too, Would Like To Be Loved By A Stephen Strange In Every Universe.

still cant believe taylor used to throw chairs on tour. lets bring that back

Steven Grant and Marc Spector in MOON KNIGHT (2022-) S01E04 | “The Tomb”

thinking about how Marc constantly heard “it’s all your fault” from his mother to the point that that phrase is probably a constant refrain in his head, that he thinks that everything that does go wrong is inevitably his fault, that every move he makes will be wrong, that it’s always eventually going to come back to hurt him, but he still tries anyway.

thinking about how he must feel about Layla’s dad, about being unable to save him, and that it’s his fault, and that Layla will see it that way too and hate him for it just like his mother hated him for his brother’s death. That he thinks knows she’ll transform into a violent, vengeful person who will, metaphorically or literally, stalk him to the ends of the earth and hurt him for the rest of his life. And he’ll deserve it. Because it was his fault.

thinking about how hard he tried to protect Steven, only for Steven to blame him for everything that has gone wrong in his life once Marc makes himself known to Steven. How in the Duat, Steven says that if the world above ends because Marc won’t show him the truth, it’ll be all his fault.

Everything, all his fault, all the time, forever.

And then Steven, the one and probably only person to finally know everything, the full depth and breadth of Marc’s story, the avalanche of mistakes he’s made and the mountain of fault he carries, says what he’s always needed to hear:

You were just a child. It wasn’t your fault.

thinking about how, in two small sentences, a huge weight that’s been crushing him for a lifetime lightened. Because this other person saw him, all of him, all of the things he’s most ashamed of or hurt by, and didn’t see a monster, but a child. Didn’t see fault, but a mistake, one that would have always weighed on him but should have been forgiven a long time ago. That after knowing everything he’s done wrong, someone could love him and forgive him just like that: instantly, easily, and compassionately.

that’s fucking beautiful, man.

and then he had to watch that person DIE, helpless to save them. The moment Steven, who Marc always tried to protect, finally started to follow his lead by fighting instead of running, was in the next moment swept away from him. in a total accident, the person Marc was closest to died. AGAIN. this time to protect him. when he feels like Steven was the one he should have been protecting.

fuck you Marvel, fuck you Disney. y’all better fucking fix this.

❝ I think we’re stronger than we realize. ⸺ LOKI LAUFEYSON (insp)

people who sneak in book quotes in their everyday conversations are my favorite. then the bright smile on their face when you let them know that you recognize it? nothing beats it.

finding you was like coming home.

this is the true essence of parallelism

Thinking about the symbolism of the water in Moon Knight today. Marc's little brother died in the cave because he drowned - so he died in water. When Marc gets shot by Harrow he falls (and subsequently dies) in water. When Marc and Steven come back to life they are shown to climb out of that water as they are "reborn" and begin life as two halves of a whole instead of two people competing for one body. They are quite literally leaving Marc's trauma behind in the water.

can i just say how a lot of ppl are down baaad for jake lockley even tho this man only had like a minute of screen time throughout the whole show ???

because same /:

Touch Starved

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: It’s taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: none, just fluff and soft Sherlock

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written for Sherlock and I think it’s about time I go back to my roots :)

You hadn’t noticed it before now.

You hadn’t noticed when his fingers would drag across your palm when you released his hand, almost as if he were hesitant to let you go. You hadn’t noticed when his hold on you tightened and your shirt bunched in his fists each time he had his arms around you. You hadn’t noticed when his eyes softened and slid shut when your hand fondly made its way through his hair.

But now, as you lay together in the quaint living room of 221B it was clear as day. You suddenly couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before. Sherlock Holmes was touch starved.

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