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Black Panther & Hulk Stars Unite On Avengers: Infinity War Set

It’s been less than a week since Black Panther descended upon the set of Avengers: Infinity War, but it looks like the hero has made a friend. A few days ago, Chadwick Boseman confirmed he was filming his part of the Marvel blockbuster with a clever tweet, and the star is at it again. Now, Boseman is showing some monstrous love to Bruce Banner and his hulking alter-ego online.

Over on Twitter, Boseman shared a thankful message with fans as he shared how grateful he was for all the recent Black Panther love. The hero saw the first trailer for his standalone drop over the weekend, and social media was buzzing over the footage - and Mark Ruffalo appears to be a fan too.

“Can’t thank this guy and you all enough for all of the #BlackPanther love. Immensely grateful!” Boseman wrote. The caption accompanied a photo of the Black Panther star sitting as Ruffalo stood over his shoulder. The two Marvel actors appear to be outside on the set of Avengers: Infinity War, and the duo’s overlapping schedules has got fans talking.

Earlier this year, both Ruffalo and Chris Hemsworth were spotted in Scotland as the feature did filming abroad. The two stars weren’t the only ones seen around the UK as Chris Evans, Elizabeth Olsen, and Paul Bettany have also been spotted by eagle-eyed fans. Anthony Mackie also filmed scenes abroad, but the actor managed to evade prying eyes until he completed his shoots.

There is no telling whether Boseman’s Black Panther will have any scenes with either Bruce or the Hulk - but fans are crossing their fingers. When Boseman confirmed he was on the set of Avengers: Infinity War, he did so by sharing an image of his cast chair sitting between that of Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson. Fans began to speculate the trio may be filming scenes in Wakanda as that’s where the heroes were at the end of Captain America: Civil War. So, who knows? Both Thor and the Hulk might beam down to the secretive country of Wakanda to fill in the gang about Thanos and his unholy plans for the Infinity Stones.

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Steve Rogers x Mexican!Reader

A/N: Day of the Dead is a Mexican celebration. I wrote this, because I love sharing my culture and Halloween’s coming soon and I want people to know my culture is not a costume. So maybe this will shed some light to how important this tradition is for us. 

Summary: You invite Steve to a Dia de los Muertos altar celebration.

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Can’t see the stars, but we’re reaching
Trying to get through the dark on a feeling
Lost our gravity, now we’re weightless
But I know in my heart we can take this
 (ft. @allag-one)


 THIS VIDEO IS JUST GOLD!!!! can’t get enough of it!!! 

Dᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ Lᴇssᴏɴs:
A short Norribeth drabble as requested by
imperatrixoceana, inspired by this.

“Dancing, Miss Swann?”

The Lieutenant tried to hide his surprise at Elizabeth’s request.  The young Miss Swann was not the sort one normally associated with the finer graces of society.

“You want me to teach you to dance?”

Elizabeth pulled a face, but she didn’t break eye contact, keeping her request valid and current so long as she held his gaze. “Yes, my father expects me to attend the Governor’s Ball this year, now that I’m older, and I’d rather not take lessons from some grumpy old Master.”

Norrington eyed Elizabeth again, and a smile came to his lips despite himself. “Very well, Miss Swann. When shall we start?” Recently, he was finding it harder and harder to deny her what she asked of him. Not because she was overbearing in her requests, but rather because she was just so charming in her mannerisms. How does Governor Swann ever manage it?

Elizabeth rocked forwards and backwards on her toes, her head cocked to the side, “If you’re not on duty now, I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t start right now.”

Another slow smile came to the Lieutenant’s lips. “Of course, Miss Swann. Though I must warn you I am certainly no expert in the field.” He offered his hand to her, executing a deep bow. “Shall we?”

The girl returned the gesture with a practiced curtsey, and accepted his hand. She had to reach a good ways up to rest her second hand on his shoulder, but she managed it.

Norrington’s touch was light, and he rested his other hand on her waist, gently beginning the pattern of a waltz, leading Elizabeth through the steps carefully.

one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three…

James was all too aware of his stiffness, and attempted to loosen up his movements. Don’t be so afraid, James! She’s a mere child! What, are you afraid she’s going to bite you? He grimaced at the sound of his father’s taunting words in his mind, but continued the rhythm.

one, two, three, one, two, three…

The pair swept about the room, Norrington’s dress shoes clicking on the polished floors, Elizabeth’s dress fluttering elegantly, the skirt filled with her movements. They altered their rhythm only when the furniture in the room would not allow a step to land where it was supposed to. There was no music, but neither of them gave that fact any thought.

As they spun around, James became increasingly aware that Elizabeth was becoming a young woman. The time would not be long until she began using her knowledge of dancing to catch the attention of the young men of Port Royal. Indeed, that time had already come. James had caught young men staring at her on more than one occasion as they walked through town.

“This is much simpler than I thought it would be,” Elizabeth remarked, her voice jolting Norrington out of his thoughts for a moment.

“Yes, Miss Swann. Very simple. One simply has to know the tempo of the dance, and the rest falls into place.” Already, the Lieutenant’s mind was turning to the tempo of his own life, wondering if he could work to be promoted to a rank worthy of Elizabeth’s attentions before other men swooped in to take his place as her partner. Goodness knew he was going to try.


Elizabeth had been wandering around this city for the past twenty minutes looking for this damn address that she had been sent on her dinner party invitation, and she still couldn’t find this fucking place anywhere.

Her directions had been muddled, and now she was sure she was in the wrong side of the city entirely. There appeared to be some huge warehouse sized building that she assumed was unoccupied, and instead of taking the long way back, Lizzy went inside and figured it could work as a short cut. Let’s just hope there wasn’t any climbing to be done, these heels wouldn’t be helping her case.

As she checked the map again on her phone as she walked through the large space, her attention was soon drawn to the fact that the place was in fact lit up…and so eerily quiet that all she could hear now was her heels on the solid floor. Upon looking up from her phone, she realised she was in a room full of….questionable characters, who had all stopped in their business to stare at her.

Mouth forming an ‘o’ shape, Elizabeth stared wide eyed at the room. “….um.” She swallowed. “….I’m in the wrong place entirely. Aren’t I.” This can’t be what she thinks it is. That would be ridiculous.



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The Great Hall was loud and full of students, but Gintoki and his mates had found a small spot at the end of the Slytherin table to sit. It was dinnertime and they hadn’t seen each other all day due to their schedules, so despite their different Houses, they were going to sit together and hex anyone that gave them any trouble over it. Takasugi in particular had made it known that he wanted them to sit together and none of them were going to argue that, especially when Takasugi was rarely so adamant over something like this.

Gintoki shoved his shoulder into Sakamoto’s as he leaned over to scoop some more food onto his plate as they talked. Takasugi was barely eating and halfheartedly pretended to be interested in what he was moving around on his plate. He looked so mad with his brows scrunched down and it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. To be fair, though, he looked mad a lot, that was just like his default expression, but having known him, Gintoki could tell that he wasn’t just mad, he was furious.

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