Infinity War - Blog Posts
INFINITY WAR: Theory of CAPTAIN AMERICA
To all the members of the marvel fandom... this may break some of your hearts but it’s probably 42% false, hopefully.
Everyone knows that Chris Evans is done his 6 movie marvel contract and that he would have to be signed back later... well, infinity war part 1 is his last marvel movie as Captain America😭
And on the other hand, Sebastian Stan has a 9 movie marvel contract and has only done 4, including infinity war part 1. What I’m getting at is...
BUCKY BARNES MIGHT BE THE NEXT CAPTAIN AMERICA😱
ARGHHH I’ve probably just broken some of your hearts but it’s probably the truth. This is most likely affecting EVERYONE AND IT IS NOT OKAY. I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE DIES IN INFINITY WAR,(R.I.P Vision) I WILL TACKLE STAN LEE! It’s either Steve Rogers dies or Bucky becomes Captain America...
What do y’all think??? Anyone thought the same thing???🤔
Imagine being part of the Marvel cast and being liked by these guys!
A/n: gifs aren’t mine!
Tom Hiddleston
Y/n: Hiddles! Wanna hear a quote I made?
Tom: I’d rather no-
Y/n: Okay great! Listen carefully!
Tom: I’m listening!
Y/n: Roses are red, violets are blue, vodka costs less than a dinner for two.
Tom: *laughs* I’m impressed!
(He said winking at you)
Y/n: And that’s why we’re still single! *wink*
(You said waving goodbye and walking off)
Tom: (gif happens) Wow!
Sebastian Stan
(Both of you are reacting to Liza Koshys puns)
Y/n: Her puns are cringey but funny!
Sebastian: Oh Yeah? Why don’t you make one than?
Y/n: Is that a challenge Stan?
Sebastian: Yes indeed Y/L/N!
Y/n: Okay! How do you get holy water?
Sebastian: You boil the hell out of it! Make a new one!
Y/n: You make one!
Sebastian: You know your puns are cheesy, but they make me feel GRATE!
(You fell onto the ground and started dying of laughter! Sebastian tried holding in his laughter but ended up laughing along with you) gif happens
Y/n: You’re so cute! Oh my gosh I can’t!
(You couldn’t stop laughing but you had enough energy to get up)
Sebastian: You’re so annoying, you know that?
(Sebastian said chuckling now. You got up and walked to the door about to leave the trailer still laughing. You turned back to Sebastian)
Y/n: Mission accomplished Soldier!
(With that said you winked at him then stepped out)
Sebastian: (gif happens) What am I gonna do with you?
Chris Evans
Chris: Damn! That ass is flatter than a piece of bread!
Y/n: I can always tell when you’re lying. Your lips move!
Chris: I guess you prove that even god makes mistakes sometimes.
Y/n: You did not just say that to me!
(You had a serious face but both of you knew it was as a joke)
Chris: You heard me!
Y/n: You just started war Evans!
(You said in a low voice, crossing your arms over your chest)
Chris: I’m well aware of that!
(He got up and slowly walked towards you)
Y/n: You are not as bad as people say, you are much, much worse
Chris: Some babies were dropped on their heads but you were clearly thrown at a wall.
Y/n: The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chickens ass and wait!
Chris: Are you the chicken?
(Chris asked with a smirk on his face)
Y/n: You wish! I can’t fit a big human dick like you up my non-existent chicken ass!
Chris: Right!
Y/n: Admit it Evans! I have an ass!
(Chris nodded his head mockingly)
Chris: Yeah you do!
Brother from another mother
"Don't cry," He whispered to the broken girl beside him on the ground, "you have me."
The girl choked on her own tears. Blood splattered on the dusty dirt ground below them. It was only them left.
"Now... Now the war is over," She wiped her tears away, "when my friends are all dead. And I'm still here."
- Dreaming of Wolves//Story Excerpt
We don’t just want hero rep we want all rep otherwise people might think we’re all boring
I’ve seen some confusion about this lately, so just to clarify:
Every character with a mostly green color scheme is canonically aromantic.
Every character with a mostly purple color scheme is canonically asexual.
Neither of these are up for debate. Hope that helps!
A Stucky comic enjoy. I made it on paint with no bases.
sunshine smile → t.h
SUMMARY: in which you can’t fall asleep. bestfriends!au
WARNINGS: anxiety & fluff. written in third person rather than second.
She stared at the peeling paint of the ceiling in the darkness of her bedroom, the whirring of the fan quietly humming in her ears, creating a soft white noise. She’s burrowed down under a comforter and a blanket of silver light.
Besides from that, it was absolutely silent, causing a small bit of panic to arise from the young girl . Her doe-like irises widened, and flickered neurotically as she waited for the night to come to an end.
It was 1:42 am, the time in the morning where her mind began to run feral and out of control. One minute it's firm in her grasp, and the next it's sprinting away at a pace that made its meaning indecipherable and incoherent.
There it was, climbing her bookshelf. There it was, swinging from the drapes.
Sighing, she buried her face into her pillow, her felt sheets a tangle between her legs. A street lamp from outside slightly illuminated her room, casting long shadows behind her furniture and across her sanctuary. The bathroom light flickered.
Other than that, her room was pitch black, blanketed by the moons light, a soft tear in the black silk of the sky. The night grew older and the air grew colder. Still, she waited, yearning for that dark silence inside the bud of life, everything unknown.
"Tom?" she whispered, breaking the dead buzzing that hung about in the room.
There's a rustling noise, followed by a soft groan from the boy that slept on the floor. Y/N frowned, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth. There were no more sounds, and it was several minutes before the girl decided to speak once again.
"Tom?" she inquired a bit more loudly. He shot up, pupils wide as the sleeping bag falls from his chest. She could hear his heavy breathing, suddenly feeling guilty for waking him up.
"Y/N?" he shifted towards her, head perked at the girl who sunk down into the mattress of her bedding. Her fingers were intertwined together as they laid upon her chest, moving slightly with each breath that seemed so hard to take. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"
The girl squinted her eyelids together, teeth still pressed down onto her lip. She laid still, waiting for the boy to lie back down again and fall asleep. But she knew that wouldn't happen. Hearing Tom stand up and the pitter-patter of his feet on the floorboards, sounding like the festering thunder in the annual spring showers.
Y/N felt the bed divot beside her, the boy sighing quietly as he rested his head on a soft cream pillow, the crescent of honey locks that graced his head spreading about, framing his face. The girl turned her head towards him, the moons light highlighting his cheekbones. He looked as if he were glowing.
"I know you're looking at me," the boy whispered after a while, eyes lids still fluttering slightly as they stared upwards.
She immediately felt a warmth spread across her face, grateful for the minimal light that hid her crimson flesh. Turning her head away, she let a small smirk crawl onto Tom’s face. He shifted his whole figure, lying upon his side, hipbones digging into the mattress of the bed. The moon dipped tresses sat amidst his forehead, sticking up every which way. From the corner of her eyes, Y/N still found herself absolutely entranced.
Being best friends with him had its perks, Sunday sleep overs, exclusive backstage action, and early morning cafe visits were the norm. But when she found herself growing feelings for him, she knew she had completely and utterly doomed herself.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
Y/N's heart palpitated as she noticed Tom reach towards her hand, interlacing their fingers.
"Can't." she mumbled, lips forming the vowels so quietly the boy beside her almost didn't hear it.
With a surge of sudden boldness, he grasped the girl's arm, pulling her close to him. Her head rested on his chest, both shocked by his action.
"Just close your eyes," Tom reassured, the calming words muffled by Y/N's hair. She nodded slightly, swallowing away the pit that started to form in her throat, constricting her from movement of any sort. It wasn't like Tom to be so intimate with her.
Yet she wasn’t complaining.
Unconsciously, she slipped her arm over his chest, the rise and fall of her own falling in sync with him. The only thing between them were a knot of cotton sheets and a barrier of friendship that had yet to be broken.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS DORK
when people tell me they're about to go see infinity war
don’t you lose → p.p
SUMMARY: you ultimately decide that peter’s life is worth saving over yours, and it takes a sacrifice that may destroy everything you ever knew and loved.
WARNINGS: death, angst. so. much. goddamn. angst. also this is my first post. lets see how this goes...
Everything had fallen into place so quickly, you hadn’t had the time to think about what you were even doing.
In fact, it was unusual. The sensation of it all. The careless throw as your body slammed down on the cemented sidewalk. The sounds of snapping bones followed by a blistering silence was all that you could make of upon the impact. In no way had you expected the feeling to encompass your entire body. Not the pain, but the burning numbness that paralyzed your limbs and made your sight turn foggy.
It all seem so stupid now. You knew the plan was in no other way but suicidal. You knew that pushing the boy to the side to take what was supposed to be his blow would end up with you injured in one way or another. And now, the twisted, jagged pieces of what used to be your combat staff protruded from your abdomen, peaking through the hindsight of your fading vision. You could feel the building pressure on your lungs, the bubbling air in your chest and dribbling blood from the corner of your lips with nowhere to go. The sharp taste of copper was prominent, layering your tongue and the back of your throat. It didn’t even have to take a genius to realize what the pouring liquid was from your lower torso.
You used to think, that in this moment, you’d feel a swell of pride overtake the agonizing pain. You used to think that you wouldn’t have minded when or how you died, as long as what you were doing benefited those in the future. But there was none of that. No triumph and no victorious battle cries. If you were completely honest, there was just one person that consumed your thoughts at this very moment, which you figured was rewarded by your ongoing selfishness. It was mostly just blind panic, coated with the stubbornness that you had carried your whole life through, sweetened by your act to keep the one you loved hanging on just a little bit longer. Despite the silence, the nauseating ringing that echoed in your head, you could still hear his gutting screams as you managed to push him to the side. You had stolen what was his, redirecting the blow from him onto yourself. It’s not like you minded, anyways, you were just focused on protecting him.
It wasn’t until you heard a shout of relief that you finally managed to realize you earned a sliver of your hearing back. You let yourself calm, watching as his face materialized above you, hoping you weren’t imagining the boys features as he kneeled next to your quivering body.
This lead you to smile. It had worked. He was alive.
A strange feeling of peace washed over you, grinning stained teeth as you breathed out his name.
“Peter...”
The blood that gurgled up from your throat made his name seem more of a choked sob than a relieved sigh. He leaned in closer, hands fluttering over your body as if he didn’t know where to place them. Lazily, you reached up your palm, letting him tightly grasp it and interlace your trembling fingers. You watched as his eyes took in your sight, pretending not to notice as they widened in pure horror.
“I used to hope I’d look decent for the last time you’d see me.”
It was a nonchalant joke, one that sparked a pain up your spine and threw you into a merciless coughing fit. Peter didn’t laugh. Instead, his lips twitched down as he watched a single tear of blood slip down your chin. The panic was highlighted in his eyes as he brought his face closer to your own.
“W-What are you talking about?” You could hear the sob that threatened to emit from his throat, noticing the extravagant amount of effort it took to keep his voice barely steady. “D-Don’t talk like that. You l-look great!”
He pretended to brush the situation aside, but you could see the real message behind his words, convincing himself that there was a chance you’d be able to survive this. Even you could tell that that was unlikely.
Peter was quick to accept the other palm that you had then extended in his direction, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and pulling you into his lap, sliding his other arm underneath to support your shoulders. Even that slight movement made you shudder, wrenching out a groan.
Peter began to apologize profusely, and yet you were able to silence him with the slightest upturn of your lips. You suddenly felt warmer, the churning in your stomach slowly dissipated, and your vision swam with the boys eyes that stared above you. This new angle somehow made it just a bit easier to catch your breath.
“I’m not sorry,” you heaved, finding it difficult to catch enough air to complete even the simplest of sentences. “Y-You’re safe, t-that’s all that-t matters.”
“Shh,” he coaxed, fingers tightening around your wrist even more so. “You’ll be fine. You’ll be okay. We’ll make it make to the Tower, and you’ll get better.”
You locked eyes onto his own, the fierceness behind those bloodshot irises almost made you want to believe in what he was saying.
Almost.
You sighed, shuddering breaths wracking your chest. “You k-know that is never going-g to h-happen...”
There just wasn’t enough time.
The panic that settled upon his face clutched at your heart. You did your best at a subtle smile, but the red bubbles that seeped through your teeth seemed to have the opposite effect of your attempt to coax him.
“Stop it,” he seethed, growing frustrated at the obvious fact that there was nothing he could do to help you. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Peter closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to your temple and letting out a shuddering breath that grazed warmth against your neck. He hiccuped, a feeble act to suppress his sobs. “It was supposed to be me.”
He could feel the quake in your fingers as you released his hand, bringing yours to rest upon the line of his jaw. Peter tilted his face, nose lightly brushing up against your own.
You felt the first tear on your cheek, the rest that had precariously settled upon his eyelids letting loose. His bottom lip quivered against your skin, no longer being able to suppress the sobs that wracked his chest.
“I’m still here,” you managed to splutter out, your poorly oxygenated lungs struggling to keep up with the simple words. It was hard, wanting to stare into his eyes until your vision faded completely. And yet his were scrunched closed, nuzzled into the hair that splayed across his lap.
“This is my fault,” he choked. “I should have been more careful.”
Peter sucked in hard, the sharp breath slicing through his body. You let your hand rest from his cheek, watching as it left red smudges in its wake. You almost wanted to laugh, but it was hard to find the energy to do so.
“I was there,” you sighed. When did your head become to feel so lightheaded? “I chose...”
You found breathing to quickly become a problem once again, the angle only letting you hold on for so much longer. It was almost as if you could feel the cavity in you chest slowly collapsing.
“I chose you.” The last word was a struggle to finish off, sending your body into a fit of wet coughs.
Peters grip tightened around you, cradling you in his chest. His arms had you wrapped up on his battered body, face nuzzled to the hollow of your neck. You could feel him trembling, the wetness of his tears that buried themselves in your hair. But you hadn’t minded, all you felt was his heartbeat on your own, and the unusually slow pace of the beating underneath your rib cage.
“I love you.” It was a soft whisper that emitted from your lips. Nonetheless, it was steady.
“I love you, too.”
You felt the ghost of his lips flutter by your ear as his words caressed your skin. There was a pull of a smile on his face, and you would have masked his own if you could have found the energy.
“Don’t you lose.”
The words came to him like a deadweight, the final realization that you weren’t going to make it past the next minute. But you didn’t want to focus on that, you only wanted to focus on him. The slightest smell of his cologne that filled your nose, bringing you to know how dearly you would miss that scent. You focused on his hands that held you close, his breath brushing your cheek, and the lips that kissed your skin. You sank into the embrace, feeling your body mold to his, your breathing gradually become slower and slower.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
You felt him shift, locking onto his eyes once more before he dipped his head, melding his lips to your own.
You focused on his heartbeat, on the life that he gave you in your final moments. The steady beat guided you away from him, and you let out a sob as you buried your face into his chest.
Peter stiffened, you could feel it, the atmosphere becoming unusually silent. All you heard was him, and that was alright with you. You could hear his heart, his breaths, his wrenching sobs he fought so hard to hang on to. But even then you could feel yourself slipping away, sinking further into his arms, into his warmth.
“I won’t...” You reminisced his voice, closing your eyes. The weight of keeping them open had become unbearable. “I won’t lose.”
The ghost of a smile played on your lips, the ceasing of your breaths was enough to let Peter emit a bloodcurdling cry.
“I’ll win this,” you heard him croak, just before the blackness took you over completely. Just before you felt the warmth he gave you disappear. “Only because of you.”
Alright people, prepare to cry.
So, in Infinity War, the Infinity Gauntlet has the power to change reality right? So what if that means the people that were snapped were never really snapped, they just weren’t able to be seen or interacted with. They could move around and talk, but the people who weren’t dusted would have no idea they were there.
That would mean that the people who were dusted saw their family “ignore” them for five whole years.
Peter thought he saw Tony get tired of him, and work without him.
Bucky thought he saw Steve forget he was there and thought it was karma for him forgetting Steve.
Clint’s family thought they saw their dad and husband leave them all alone.
Groot thought he saw Rocket loose interest in him.
Captain America: The Underrated.
Reblog if you agree.
Here is some more smol bean IronStrange for you mi amigos. Hope you like it. :3.
So to start my blog, I have decided to the Avengers logo. Yeah. I’m gonna go and paint it now. Bye
Thor: I'm gonna get a big axe and hit Thanos with it really hard.
Me : That's the dumbest plan I ever heard
*two hours later*
Me: that absolute madman, he actually did it
LIKE if you don’t even like Marvel Movies ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Who else is excited for Avengers: Infinity Wars?
Cap: scott, what's going on? Do you have a way to save everyone?
Scott, smiling: you do remember me!
Okay so I might be underthinking it, but if thanos just wants to make sure everyone has enough food to eat why doesn't he just use the gauntlet to...
Grow food
I had an unfortunate realization.
In The Lego Movie, all Emmet has to do is put on the cover but gets distracted and it ruins everything planned.
In Infinity War, Peter gets pissed at the wrong moment and it ruins everything planned.
The point?
Keep a Chris Pratt character away from your plans.
(Used liked because in Lego movie he didn’t know Lucy that long)
Корпоративные мемы Если его убьют - я не переживу >~< OMG I love them too much... sorry :”с