Ice Having To Listen To Yet Another Admiral Yelling About Some Shit Mav Did:

DEFINITELY EXCUSE ME CAUSE-

CAUSEEEEEE-

YES YES YESSSSSSS!!!🖤🖤🖤

i love how so many people’s idea of married lokius is essentially morticia and gomez addams. it makes so much sense - like loki (goddess, wicked sense of humour, mischievous as hell), and mobius (loves loki more than anything, loki can do no wrong in his eyes)

SERVEEE

FERAL

ABSOLUTELY FERAL

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same, oh my god. this song is otherworldly. combined with the breathtaking scenery of talokan? MAGIC.

that was an out of body experience!

i lovee love loooove this whole movie, but this scene is by FAR my favorite. i was so gone i didn't even notice that i had my mouth open haha

100/10 film. representation (!!!) , story, relationships, characters, music, settings, EVERYTHING.

a work of art.

Con La Brisa from the Black Panther: Wakanda Forever album is so fucking addictive. Just came back from watching the movie, it was amazing and the song has been on repeat since I came out of the theater.

my dear hugh lovers, if you haven't seen it yet cause you were out or at work like me - go check his new instagram post.

sweet marvel jesus you won't regret it

WHA-

EXCUSE ME MISS SLAY

martin's statement in mag 117

boyyy you ain't slick🙂‍↔️

logan purrs when he's asleep. he purrs like a content little cat when he's smushed into wade's side, his whole adamantium weight pressing into wade who doesn't really mind because ✨️who in their right mind says no to wolvie cuddles✨️ (wade uses him as a weighted blanket anyway, who needs air pffffft he doesn't)

but HOLY MARVEL JESUS he has a silent freak out the first time he discovers logan purring in his sleep during one of their movie binges. (they have weekly movie nights fight me)

a healthy (not) bout of cuteness aggression happens that night and even though wade is a little confused both by the fact that logan actually fell asleep on him and that HE IS PURRING OH MY GOD- he doesn't fight it and even naps with him (the best sleep both of them have ever had considering lots of nights are full with nightmares and insomnia)

and the thing is- wade very carefully talks to some of the surviving xmen in their universe about it and they just go 🤔🤨❓️ because not one of them has ever seen or heard logan do this (i'd imagine maybe kayla or mariko, scott even - logan told him about them, but hey wade can't really ask them can he) and then wade REALIZES and it hits him SO hard. logan is comfortable with him. he's at ease and relaxed enough in his presence to allow himself to slip into his slightly more animalistic traits without having to fear any judgement or rejection. he. is. comfortable. and wade maybe cries a little (a lot) at that realisation, holding logan even tighter when it happens again - the older man slumped against him during one of their movie nights, sleeping tight and soft purrs vibrating deep from his chest

The Avengers Aesthetics

Tony Stark: freshly brewed black coffee. desks filled with miscellaneous papers strewn everywhere. harsh winters. tinkering at 2 am. records of different rock bands. a drawer filled with treasured gifts from loved ones. nibbling on fingernails. the pungent scent of alcohol. ostentatious colors of red and gold. roughed up worker boots. a mind saturated with intuitive thoughts. sarcastic quips and half smirks. tired eyes. aching bones. the feeling of being lost.

Steve Rogers: dewy mornings. bright toothy smiles. freshly baked cherry pies from Brooklyn Cafes. 40′s swing music. baby blue sweaters and light brown khakis. bruised knuckles. burtbees chapstick. a broken compass. old letters from loved ones. polaroids. melancholy. forehead kisses. notebooks and wooden pencils. fingers covered in graphite. the feeling of looking for something that cannot be found.

Natasha Romanoff: red lipstick. bubblegum. wine stains on white napkins. clint’s jackets. stilettos. hail storms. broken ballet shoes. small smirks. framed candids of the team. russian novels. rhubarb ice cream. roses with sharp thorns. goosebumps. black shiny leather. heartache. hair filled with secrets. 80s movies. the feeling of wanting to let go.

Clint Barton: ripped bandages. coffee pots brewed to the tip. cotton tee shirts. the taste of honeydew. crooked smiles. spending time with family. reading comics at night. wanting to stay in bed after waking up. loyalty. calluses. worn out bones. ripped canvases. the feeling of losing security.

Bruce Banner: yellow jumpers. classical music. sad smiles. notepads filled with theoretical discoveries. broken pencils. clean lab coats. isolation. greek mythology. wanting to be a better person. stress relief dogs. chamomile tea. learning new languages. the feeling of losing control.

Thor Odinson: belly laughs. large hands. mead. early morning walks. meeting up with friends. lumberjack boots. catching fireflies at night. braided hair. the colors of the bifrost bridge. norse poems. poptarts. a collection of different items from the nine realms. the feeling of fear when all hope is lost.

Peter Parker: frayed sweaters. bubbly laughter and shy smiles. chipped cassettes. neon city lights. greasy cheese pizza. tangled headphones. glossy eyes. spearmint gum. bed hair. torn sneakers. a notebook filled with favorite movies. earthy scents. the feeling of insecurity.

Wanda Maximoff: broken mosaics. trembling hands. timid smiles. leather gloves. ripped jeans. the scent of freshly cooked paprikash. recorded videos of loved ones. black nail polish. indie music. sci fi books. exotic candles. a bruised heart. empty glass bottles of perfume. the feeling of never being good enough.

Stephen Strange: dry wit. record players. tailored suits. cocky smirks. scarred hands. classic literature books with uneven binding. success and ambition. ballroom dancing. the scent of aftershave. collections of antique items. red and blue drapes. late sunsets. chipped coffee mugs. a broken clock. the feeling of wanting to know more but never knowing enough.

Bucky Barnes: cheeky grins. irish coffee. the solitary feeling of being alone. quiet laughter. harsh breaths and heaving chests. golden retriever puppies. Chopin’s Nocturne Op.9 No.3. local newspapers. suave pick up lines. breakfast foods. corny jokes. the feeling of not belonging anywhere. 

T’challa Udaku: royal blues and golds. the nostalgic feeling of listening to old music. family heirlooms. feeling content after a day of being productive. sunny afternoons and picnics. smiles from loved ones. a stomach filled with butterflies. banter between siblings. the feeling of being burdened with great responsibility.

Scott Lang: childish laughter. grandma scarves. deep and unconditional love. a heart of gold. the scent of homemade cinnamon twists. longing for stability. fitted black shirts. bruised fingers. pastel colors. scattered blueprints. erratic yet intellectual thoughts. the feeling of not wanting to be another disappointment.