I Love Daydreaming And Not Having To Participate In Life

"love" is already cute as fuck, but "my love" will put the biggest smile on my face and will have me dreamily sighing when I think about you later

girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen

I will never be able to settle for an MCU movie and less stylish than MoM

May I present to you, Steven “Fix my outfit mid-fight” Grant.

Hello! Just a Steven for youu 😄

Just look at him.

Imagine him coming home from work, having spent the day being berated and bullied by his boss, (he always bites his tongue because he's just too much of a nice guy to retaliate.) He feels tired and worn down, like his sanity is only being held together by a thread.

But then he opens the door to his apartment and sees you and it's as if he's just witnessed the sunrise after an endless winter. The tension melts from his shoulders and he doesn't even bother kicking off his shoes or removing his jacket as he makes a beeline for the couch and joins you there.

You've grown accustomed to him being the small spoon and his body moulds perfectly against yours as if whoever was responsible for your existence had prior knowledge of your union and created you both accordingly.

He'd tell you about his day, speaking his words into your neck and adding that his work shift was only made survivable by the knowledge that afterwards he'd get to return to you. He'd probably apologize for being tired and not making much conversation because he's just that sweet.

Such pretty, strained whimpers would fall past his parted lips when your fingers work their way into his curls and he'd just fall apart beneath your hand, secure in the knowledge that you'll put him back together again when the time comes.

the little things - romantic gestures i love

massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day

cupping their cheeks

random "i love you"'s just in case they forgot

kisses on the cheeks

kisses on the tip of their nose

or on their upper lip/cupids bow

playing with their fingers

reading with them

taking pictures of them when they don't realize it because they just look too good to not do so.

fixing their hair for them

pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside

linking arms

tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around

knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen

recording their favorite show on the dvr because you know they'll be in a little late tonight and miss it

gently wiping something off of their face and noticing them smiling because you're just so cute and close

pulling each other into the warmest hugs

dancing together for the first time

letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it

giving them a bite of your food

brushing your teeth together and looking at yourselves in the mirror

resting your head on their shoulder

once again, our lives are in the hands of our beloved lord and savior Taiki Waititi

Platonic stephen strange blurb? :)

Hi anon! I hope you enjoy this:) Sorry it took so long to write

Warning, English isn't my first language so mistakes have been made and I did not proof read this so please ignore all the mistakes:]

Requests are open!

You were reading at the Sanctum's library when Stephen came in. "Have you seen my cloak? I can't find it." Stephen asked. You looked up from your book while the cloak was lying on top of your legs. Before you could answer Stephen spotted his beloved cloak on your legs. "Seriously? I have been looking for you everywhere and you are here?" Stephen spoke to the cloak.

"What can I say Strange, it likes me more than you. I mean can you blame it? I am pretty awesome." You said with a small smile on your face. Stephen walked over and tried to lift the cloak from you, but before he could do that the cloak wrapped itself around your torso. It looked like cloak didn't want to leave with Stephen which is odd, it is his after all. "Oh c'mon, are you seriously trying to avoid this? You know you need to be cleaned. Even if you don't like it." He said with a sigh.

You got up from the sofa, set you book to the table near by and run out of the library. "Y/N! What are you doing I need to wash it!" Stephen yelled at you. "Don't worry little cloak I won't let him touch you." You said while running. Stephen stepped out of a portal in front of you and said "The cloak please." before you could answer the cloak of levitation lifted you from the floor and started to move you away from Stephen.

"OH C'MON!"

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.

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.