*character, Who Has Mental Illness, Went Through Many Traumatic Experience, And Literally A Wreck*

me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

Star crossed lovers when their eyes meet and the world disappears.

Here’s some of my favorite comic book Moon Knight moments

edit: It has come to my attention that some of these are fake but i dont care because they’re hilarious and very in character and make me love him more

edit 2: literally just enjoy the funny pictures.

I know people have said this before, but y'all obviously don't get it. And it makes me sad because POC writers are doing it too.

For the love. of. god. I am tired of seeing Namor call the reader "Mi Amor." His whole character and the person he is now was built off of his experience of seeing the terrors of the Spanish!!! colonizers on a land that he would've lived on had illnesses not been brought.

He is not going to use the language of the people who ruined his life. Yucatan Mayan is not that hard to research. I eceb have some translations below, but PLEASE stop writing that man usuing Spanish in the underwater kingdom where every single person speaks Yucatan Mayan.

Ex. Translations:

Ch'ujuk sirena = sweet siren Sirenita = little siren Ajawo' ch'ujuk = sweet king Ma' ya'ab num, in Ajaw = Im not dumb, my king Seductor audaz = bold seducer In yakunaj = my love (meanings ive seen vary; it could mean 'darling' aswell) A t'aan a materna le t'aano'. = You speak the mother tongue? In ajawo' = my king Le ajawo' ti' le Océano = the king of the ocean In kuxtal = my life

This beautiful man ✨

I don’t know what we are. We’re not friends and we’re not lovers but when you’re looking at me like that and your hands are in my hair, I think maybe, maybe, this is something more. I don’t know what we are. I never knew how to tell the difference between you and you’re and how to tie my shoe laces until I was 13. Maybe that’s why I ended up with bloody knees a lot when I was a kid. But I’m not a kid anymore and my knees are still bloody and my mouth is still slipping out “sorry’s” like water every time my mom catches me stumbling through the door at 2 in the morning drunk and vodka pouring out of my pores like perfume. We aren’t friends and we aren’t lovers but when you’re holding me and my face is in your chest, I swear I feel the world. You’re everywhere. In my chest, in my lungs, in my veins, in the way I drink my morning coffee, every fucking where. So maybe we aren’t lovers, but we’re something and that has to count for something even if you never call me back.

I really have to stop wishing for you to call back

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

Hamsteven inspired by the incredibly cute and adorable Hamster Days by the unbelievably talented @astroboots 😊