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the 4th issue of Planet Hulk messed me up so bad

Fitting In (Avengers X Adopted!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Adopted!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None


Request: Avengers x reader request? Tony, being known for his impulsive choices adopts a 14 yr old girl. She’s got the innocent girl next door look but she’s a complete devil. Nat loves her, Clint is afraid of her and Loki, Bucky and Sam are her partners in crime for evil pranks. All is well until she pulls a prank on Bruce and he hulks out. But even Hulk falls under her innocent spell and can’t seem to do anything to her.

Originally posted by diablito666

You knew you were being adopted, but you had no idea who it was till they came to pick you up. So when a limousine pulled up, you were surprised to say the least, especially when Tony Stark got out the car.

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[image description: 2 selfies of me, OP. Wearing tortoise shell glasses in the first. Wearing a bombass undercut in both.]

So we ended up spending like 6 hours trying to dye my hair blonde (and my scalp is fried but my hair is softer than ever???) and the cut itself only took about an hour. But also it’s past midnight, so any blue hair dying is going to have to be saved for another day

But I can physically feel the gay increasing in my body and I’m so excited!!


Hulk in the Thor: Ragnarok Trailers (Updated with New Chunky Bling!) does look even more like Bruce! 

My Thoughts …

CGI and MoCap: I don’t think we’re quite to the level of detail on the CGI in parts of the second tailer as we got in the first one, but it looks like the two-year hiatus brought advances in both the technology for Motion Capture and the designers have decided to take some steps forward in bringing Hulk’s look closer to Banner’s as part of the storyline. I would argue this has been happening all along–it’s just that the changes are more dramatic for Hulk this time. 

Nose: Along with his ears, the only thing undersized about Hulk is his nose. If you look, it’s gone from almost button-ish to more Romanesque like Mark’s in the first trailer. One reason I think the CGI isn’t totally finished in the second trailer is Hulk’s nose looks different (slimmer? pointer?) when he’s out of the helmet, and there may be different CGI teams working on different scenes; otherwise, I’m not sure of any other reasons for that difference since the finished look is usually very consistent within a movie. They have a few months to fix this, and I hope they do.

Lips: The distance between Hulk’s nose and the length of his upper lip has progressively shortened over the three films. Again, there is a difference between trailers, but it may be because of the emotions being conveyed because they are looking really close to Mark’s now. (No, I don’t think he got botox!) 

Eyebrows: People have been having a good time pointing out how manicured Hulk’s eyebrows are. There’s no denying those caterpillars got tweezed, waxed or threaded because they are cleaned up and shaped–maybe more than Mark’s. This didn’t come across in the first trailer but is somewhat evident there as well. The Green Gladiator is looking glam! When on Sakaar, get the spa visits and bling written into your contract, too!

Forehead, Attitude, Hair: The brow bones themselves are still heavy, but Hulk’s forehead is less sloped and ape-like. He’s also carrying himself taller–we were promised he’d be strutting his stuff after all. The shorter haircut shows this off better, too. It’s nice that they’ve let both Bruce and Hulk go gray. I know people will grouse because they think they “look old,” but one of the really smart decisions the MCU made was to let Banner finally grow up and try to evolve past the pattern of suppressing and “curing” Hulk until there’s a blowup and Bruce runs. Age of Ultron used this struggle as a setback that conveniently got them out of the way for Civil War. If you want to read my extensive meta on this, the link is in the note below. Anyway, Hulk is apparently the one who chose the military fade or “high and tight” for the convenience and most likely to also contrast with Bruce’s Age of Ultron curls. (Mark’s pics traumatized me. Go read my meta.)

Eyes: If you’ve been watching carefully since The Avengers in 2012, it’s apparent we were seeing two types of Hulk: the one who transitioned when Bruce was angry, scared, and under Loki’s staff’s influence on the Helicarrier and the much calmer one who took instruction and became a hero. Both had green eyes, but the look was different. There has a definite shift toward Hulk having eyes that were closer to brown than green in Age of Ultron with the exception of when he is possessed by Wanda and rampages through Johannesburg. For that sequence, Hulk’s eyes and face were reddened to show the mind control, and he reverts back to normal coloring just as Tony cold-cocks him and the mind control wears off.  His eyes are Banner brown in Sokovia, including on the quinjet when Hulk leaves, and this appears to be the case in both Ragnarok trailers as well. Hulk’s eye color has been a very consistent indicator of both mood, control, and how close he is to Bruce.

Conclusions (so far): We’ve not even seen Thor: Ragnarok, and it’s already apparent that the Banner/Hulk dynamic is going to be coming to a head or at least take a leap forward. We can tell from Hulk’s evolving look that he is getting closer to looking like Bruce. Now that Hulk is speaking in full sentences, he has a better vocabulary and expresses more complex thoughts than some had speculated he possessed. He may have been low-verbal, but he’s never been dumb. Even with his few lines back in 2008 (“Leave me alone!”) and “Puny God!” in 2012, he’s much more on the ball than a toddler. I’m not sure what effects this will have on Bruce who has apparently been suppressed since Natasha forced him to change and Hulk left on the quinjet from Sakovia two to two and half years before. (Bruce looked to be on the ball in the Infinity War set pics, so my fingers are crossed that any ill effects will be temporary and not rock the Brutasha ship too much.) Interestingly, in the second trailer, Bruce asked, “Did I win?” and not did “Hulk” or “the other guy” win. That is a huge step away from dissassociation with Hulk on Bruce’s part, and it’s possibly headed toward some degree of integration. Mark has hinted as much and told us to expect a three-film story arc equivalent to a standalone movie, so for now, we’re still waiting to see what that first third might be on November 3rd. I’m pretty sure it will be fun!

Note: I have a long post on how Bruce’s look has evolved so far and why in case you’re interested: 


I know it will grow back, but  . . . Poor Bruce!

Intellectually, I know this is to create a contrast with his look in Age of Ultron, but part of me is crying for those curls at the back of his neck that Natasha runs her fingers through. (Credit to the folks who made the gifs.)

Dang it! Treat our baby right!

Avengers Royal!AU

Originally posted by lietulietas

An: so this is a little blurb for each of our avengers as royals (I didn’t include thor, t’challa or Loki  cause they’re already royal)  I thought of this idea and  I couldn’t help myself so I started  writing it and I’m so sorry guys cause this kind of got a away from me and it’s really long.  I just loved the idea so much!! and there was so much to say for each one so…

Tony Stark:

King Tony, who does care about running and ruling the kingdom but is content to let Pepper, his right hand and future queen take care of those duties while he

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Trailer Thoughts on Thor: Ragnorak

Okay. Can we all just stop for a second and admire the Thor: Ragnorak Teaser Trailer that was released yesterday?

I love Loki. I’m pretty sure everyone in the world does, too, but if any of you guys know me at all, you would know I’ve been obsessing over Tom Hiddleston for about three years. I thought it went away over the summer, but apparently not. The feeling of giddy excitement of just seeing him on screen is undeniably still there. It didn’t matter if he appeared for a total of three seconds in the trailer, I gushed when I saw him.

Back to the actual trailer, it was awesome. Cate Blanchett looks absolutely epic in her outfit and the helmet-hat-thing. She looked even more amazing when she obliterated Mjolnir. That was a great shot. You know what else was a great shot? The head turning shot when the music really kicked in. I don’t know why, but that one second of footage along with perfectly timed music just makes me so happy. 

Thor’s hair is probably the most talked about thing about this other than maybe the Hulk appearing in this movie. He looks hot with anything. That’s absolutely undeniable, but I want a dramatic scene mourning for the loss of his hair. It’s supposed to have a lot comedic elements to it, right? Then I want a Thor whining and moaning about how they cut all his hair off. I’m just saying, it seems like Thor is the type of guy who values his appearance very much, so it would be logical for him to care about his hair just as much as we do. 

This movie looks like so much fun. I want it now.


from Avengers (1991)

I couldn’t resist embroidering my two favorite superheroes in their swimsuits 

Steel and Flame Part I

A story about Nesta finding out Cassian is her mate all on her own.

Feyre is still at the Spring Court, and Rhys is preparing his armies for the war with Hybern. Cassian, whose wings have just been healed, returns to oversee his warriors. Nesta joins him to learn more about the unnatural strength her new fae body is harboring.


I. Ignorantia

Dangerous. It was the only word Nesta could find when she looked at Cassian. He was utterly, horribly dangerous.

She had been in this Illyrian War Camp for three weeks now- three weeks, in which she had been subjected to dehumanizing, outrageous circumstances, to brutal fights between soldiers, to foul words she had never even heard before, to blood, to sweat…to fae.

It had taken her months to accept Cassian’s offer to come here. Months in which she had to adjust to her new and strange body, to all the new sounds she could hear and to this sudden strength in her bones. Elain, her darling sister, struggled with her new found powers as well- but she dealt with it much better than Nesta.

Elain was not here in the Illyrian Camp. She was in Velaris, where Amren- that strange, dangerous creature Nesta avoided as best as she could- had offered Elain to train her personally. Rhys had looked like he had seen a ghost when Amren had approached Elain; from what he told Nesta afterwards, such a thing had never happened before. And now her gentle sister and that beast in fae form disappeared into the mountains all day long and never talked about what exactly they did. The rest of the time, Elain dreamt of her mate- the red- haired one, Lucien- and asked questions all day long. Did anybody know him? Had anybody talked to him? How did it work, the mating bond? Was he hurt? Was he sad? The day Mor finally told her the story of his lover’s death and the part Lucien’s family played in it, Elain closed herself in her rooms all day and refused to come out.

Elain, as it seemed, had her faraway mate. The mating bond was a gift of the cauldron, Rhys had said.

All Nesta had was rage. Sometimes it was hot and bright; other times, it grew frosty and hard, and then there were days were she practically swam in it, all liquid and sticky and disgusting. She had broken two vases on accident, had punched through a door when she only wanted to knock. She had passed her days in the marble halls of the House of Wind and felt nothing, tired and alone.  

And all the time, something in the back of her mind tried to tell her something. It was like searching for a name she had forgotten, the answer to a question that Nesta had been asking for a long time…it was on the tip of her tongue, that something, but she pushed it back on purpose, shut her feelings of, and tried to never think about it.

And finally, there was Cassian. Dangerous, handsome Cassian. Not just because of his hulking size, the wild hair, his loud laugh and brutish grin; no, he was dangerous because he got under Nesta’s skin like no one ever had before. He was dangerous because around him, being fae suddenly didn’t seem so bad anymore. Because he was the only one who got a smile out of her with his impossible remarks, his inappropriate comments.

“You should come to the War Camps with me”, he had said one day, after she had shattered a plate on accident. “You are not used to your strength. You need to train.”

“I’d rather drown myself in misery than being trained by you”, she had hissed back. He had shot her a hard glance. “Aren’t you doing that already?”

So she had agreed. And now she was here, in this camp full of fae. A sense of pure power, brutality, wildness lay over everything- and Nesta liked it. She wouldn’t ever admit that. But she liked it.

The rage inside her…every punch, every cut made it go away. For the first time in her life, she did not have to worry. For the first time in her life, she felt strong and powerful. It had always been Feyre, the skilled one, the brave one. She, Nesta, had closed herself off, had tried to protect Elain by building a wall around herself. And that wall had been there because she knew that without it, she was nothing. She had nothing. The only day she had ever physically fought somebody had been that day with Thomas…

But now? Now she was standing in a pile of mud, a sword in her trembling arm, and watched Cassian stalk in her direction, ready to strike again. He looked like a War Lord- which, technically, he was- and there was nothing merciful in his eyes. Only the cold intent to hurt her. To test her strengths, her weaknesses.

And Nesta was not afraid. Because she knew that she could fight back.

Cassian roared and stormed towards her, and she met him in the middle of the fighting pit with equal eagerness and then it was all swords and clashing and muscles and sweat. Something else glittered in Cassian’s eyes when she brought her sword down without restraint. It almost looked like pride.  

“Good”, he panted. “Very good.”

“Don’t talk”, she snarled, but a small part of her reveled in the compliment.

A hard blow to her sword made her loosen the grip on its hilt. Another blow- she lost the grip. The sword slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground. Nesta stumbled back, trying to catch her breath. She had to think. Fast. She still had a small dagger- but that would do no good against Cassian’s blade. And if she tried to pick her sword up again, he’d have her on the ground in seconds.

Cassian cocked his head. What are you going to do now?, he asked- no, of course he didn’t ask, he hadn’t even opened his mouth- but Nesta was sure that that was what he was saying. She somehow just knew.

“You brute”, she snarled. When everything else failed, she could still insult him. “You better not come any closer.”

“You’re not exactly in a position to make demands, darling.” He sounded out of breath.

Darling. Cassian knew that term got her blood boiling. He’d used it in almost every sentence when she refused to talk to anyone back in Velaris, not to Mor, not to Rhys. Only he had gotten a response out of her, with his infuriating, mocking darling.

Nesta clenched her fists. “Throw your blade away and let’s find out who gets to make demands. Or are you afraid of a challenge?”

A slow smile spread across Cassian’s face. “You want a fist fight?”

Of course, challenging Cassian to a fist fight was a ridiculous thing to do. Nesta had seen him in hand-to-hand combat with other soldiers, and he was merciless. No one ever left the ring without a couple bruises. Every now and then, there even was a broken rib. And Nesta was untrained, unpracticed.

But she would rather accept a few bruises than admit that she had lost.

“Yes”, she barked.

Cassian did not waste a second. Without warning, he let his blade fall and darted forward. She dodged out of the way- her heart was racing again, survival instincts taking over- but he had anticipated that move, grabbing her around the hips with both arms and slamming her to the ground. She landed right in the mud. His weight pushed down on her- she’d never get him off her like that-

But she could. Nesta smiled grimly. There was strength in her she had not yet tested. So she grabbed his shoulders and just pushed as hard as she could- put all the resting rage, all the resting hate into her arms- and suddenly Cassian flew through the air and landed on his back a few feet away. The disbelief on his face when he propped himself up on his elbows almost made Nesta laugh.

She scrambled to her feet. Her sword was still lying in the dirt- she picked it up and directed at at Cassian. “What are you going to do now?”, she asked.

Gone was was the stone-cold warrior, the icy commander. “I thought this was a fist fight”, Cassian remarked, all playfulness and teasing. “You’re playing dirty.”

You threw away your sword when you had the advantage”, Nesta told him. “I’m not forced to make the same mistake. There are no rules here.”

“There are never rules with you, are there, Nesta?” Something strange was in his voice- like he was talking to an adored pet, a beloved old friend, someone he couldn’t ever get tired of- someone he-

Nesta swallowed hard, pushing these thoughts and images away from her. She had no idea where they were coming from or why, but she had to stop pretending that she was inside Cassian’s head- had to stop turning his words over and over in her mind.

“I’m tired”, she said. “Let’s end this. I’ve won.”

Cassian rubbed his chin. “Are you really?”


“Are you really tired? I think you could keep fighting like this for hours, if you wanted.”

“What are you talking about?”, she hurled at him. “I told you I’m done.”

“Come on, Nesta darling.” He jumped to his feet. “You just almost knocked me out. I am an Illyrian warrior. I have been trained in combat for five hundred years. I’ve fought in wars against unspeakable foes, I’ve battled the best warriors under the sky. And you- a new, untrained, little thing- you had me on the ground after a few moments.”

Nesta turned away. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say”, she said.

Cassian stormed after her, grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. “You know exactly what I’m trying to say”, he said. “The cauldron gave you more than he gave your sister. You are stronger than anyone I know. You might be stronger than me.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “I don’t care.”

“You don’t care?” Cassian looked like he might go out of his mind. “I saw the smile right on your face before you pushed me! You loved using your full strength. Usually, when I have someone pinned down, they have no business grinning.”

“I can imagine that all those poor females who were unfortunate enough to find themselves pinned down beneath you rather regret their life decisions”, Nesta scoffed. “I certainly would.”

“Oh.” Cassian laughed quietly and moved closer to her- so close she felt his breath tickling her cheeks. “If I had you pinned down, Nesta, I’d make very sure that you were not grinning. Because I’d rather have you busy moaning and begging throughout it all.”

She held his gaze without blinking. “Might I remind you that just seconds ago, you had me pinned down and ended up on your back?”

Cassian’s eyes crinkled. “I’m open to all options.”

“You are impossible”, she breathed. And broke his gaze. For some reason, the whole conversation had changed- as had the look in his eyes. So soft and…caring. Even when they bantered back and forth. And if he kept looking at her like that…she didn’t even know herself what she’d do.

Punch him.

Kiss him.

Maybe both.

Nesta only knew that that something in the back of her head, that thing she had been trying to push away ever since she had met Cassian started to pulse, growing brighter and brighter by the second.

In the end, she did continued training with him for several hours, even though she was sure that Cassian was needed elsewhere. How he was able to carve so much time out of his schedule for her, with the threat of Hybern looming over them, she didn’t know…but then again, she was glad for it. Because he’d been right, of course- the prick was right. She did like being strong. Around Cassian, she didn’t feel like a freak. Around him, being herself was almost too easy. He looked past her walls; made her forget herself and snarl things she’d never say to anybody else.

She felt right. Like she belonged. Not really to Velaris, to the Inner Circle and the Court of Dreams…but here, into this camp. Into this landscape of mountains and wild forest. She felt…happy. Nesta stumbled over that word, because it had never been one she had concerned herself with much. But here, where she could be herself, where she was with Cassian-

Perhaps it was because of the the unapologetic way Cassian lived, entirely at peace with himself and his actions- they way he never seemed to question himself, the way he carried himself, every inch the commander of Rhys’ armies. Maybe Nesta felt so drawn to him because she was utterly unapologetic either. She understood him.

That something in her softened, that part she had long buried deep under a thick wall of ice. Suddenly demanding to be heard.

Nesta just didn’t know what it was.

 Ignorantia- ignorance.