i just finished this movie and

thennylriver  asked:

plot twist: spiderman, black widow, batman, and other animal themed heroes are actually miraculous holders

Originally posted by heleneetlesgarcons

i was planning to draw this out actually but im a little caught up to finish it so here is a peter parker (from the movie that i remember as a kid) but this is such a good idea lolol

Close Call

Requested: No

Summary: You and Bruce have finished spending the day together but things take a dangerous and unexpected turn. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, angst (but a happy ending)

Originally posted by jeromespuddin

You and Bruce were on a date you both had finished going to the movies and now you were both walking around the park holding hands. 

“That was an amazing movie, let’s just say it is officially my favorite.” You beamed. 

“Well I’m glad my favorite girl enjoyed it, I’d do anything to keep that gorgeous smile on your face.” Bruce said making you blush madly.

“You’re in luck sir, all I have to do is be around you and I’ll be smiling for the rest of the day.” You said wrapping your arms around Bruce’s neck.

“I can definitely make that happen.” He said wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“Whatever did I do, do deserve someone so perfect like you?” Bruce asked making you blush again.

“Oh please you’re the perfect one.” You said. “You wanna bet?” He said. “Yes I do.” You said. 

Bruce suddenly placed his lips on yours you kissed back and both of your lips moved in sync perfectly. You both looked at each other and your eyes lit up as you remembered something. 

“I have a great idea! How about we watch some more movies but we cuddle comfortably in our pajamas.” Bruce laughed at how adorable you looked, almost sounding like a little kid.

“That sounds perfect, let’s go.” He smiled before the two of you walked off again. You guys only took about 5 steps when someone popped out of the shadows startling the both of you.

“Sorry to ruin your date guys but orders are orders.” A voice said. 

Although the figure was covered in black from head to toe with a ski mask, gloves and black clothing you and Bruce knew it was a man speaking due to their deep voice.

“What orders? What are you talking about?” Bruce asked. 

“You’ll see.” The guy said.

“Listen I have no idea what you want but take it all my wallet, money, watch. Whatever you want just name it.” Bruce said. You held onto his arm for protection worrying for his safety.

“Sorry kid but that won’t be enough this time. Say goodbye to your girlfriend.” The man lifted up his gun and before you could even blink he fired the gun.

You felt a sharp pain coming from your abdomen, you looked down and saw the crimson color of your blood pouring out of your side. Your legs gave away under you and you collapsed to the ground, once hand on your wound. 

“NO!” Bruce shouted.

You heard the sound of footsteps getting quieter and quieter meaning whoever shot you had ran away. Your eyes we focused on the stars, tears clouded your vision. Suddenly you felt someone lift you up, it was Bruce. One of his arms was supporting your back while the other was on your hand the one that was pressed against your stomach.

“Hey Y/N look at me, babe stay with me everything is going to be alright.” Bruce said caressing your cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You whispered. You felt all of your energy draining little by little making it harder to breathe and speak at the same time. Bruce’s eyes filled up with tears as he held you in his arms.

“No, no please not you! Don’t leave me please you and Alfred are everything that I have left please don’t go.” Bruce said sniffling as he pushed some hair out of your face while tears ran down his face. 

“I’m in the arms of my first love, the first guy I ever loved, the person that I will always love. I love you Bruce.” You said putting your hand on his cheek as a couple of tears escaped your eyes too.

You gritted your teeth and yelped in pain, it kept getting stronger as time passed by you kept your free hand on your wound feeling the blood seep through your fingers. More tears fell out of Bruce’s eyes, he hated seeing you in pain he wished he could take it all away. 

“I love you too but stay with me princess come on you can do it you’re going to be fine.” Bruce said as he held your hand.

You smiled at him weakly, “It’s okay you’re going to be alright without me.” That was the last thing you said before you felt the darkness consume you. 

Beeping, was all you heard through your closed eyes. You felt warm covers over and under you, a pillow under your head and wires connected to you monitoring your breathing and heart rate. 

You stirred a little before opening your eyes. Bruce was asleep on a chair in front of your bed. You took in his handsome features as he slept, not wanting to interrupt his slumber. After a while Bruce woke up.

“Hey handsome.” You said. Bruce sat up quickly and plopped down on your bed.

“I’m so happy to see you Y/N I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I love you so much and I was afraid that you would die in my arms.” Bruce said sadly as he looked down.

“Don’t worry baby I’m perfectly fine now. I’m okay and I’m not going anywhere I love you too.” You said as you placed your hand on his cheek.

“Good news Detective Gordon and Harvey are investigating who shot you, they have an idea on who he might be.” Bruce said.

“I’m glad to hear that, I trust them and I know they’ll find him.” You said.

“I agree they’re the best detectives out there we’ll get justice.” Bruce said determined and you nodded.

“Mind if I sit next to you?” He asked. “No of course not.” You giggled.

Bruce plopped down next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you put your head on his chest taking in his calming and soothing scent.

“I’m never leaving your side after what happened I have to protect you more then ever.” Bruce said.

“Fine by me, you’re my hero.” You smiled.

You and Bruce continued cuddled up next to each other. Both of you were glad that you had made it out alive. You were Bruce’s everything and he would’ve crumpled into pieces if you hadn’t made it out alive. Thankfully you would live another day to be with the love of your life, Bruce.

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN –> Fathers and Children

You knew my father. I knew him. Good man. Good pirate.

This is such a small thing in the sea of things I loved about Wonder Woman, but I would just like to point out that they fucking referenced the genocide of native Americans by white people as an example of all humans beings doing terrible things, even the “good guys” and I was honestly just blown away by that. Too often in World War I or II movies there’s a line in the sand drawn with the good and the evil and war is just never that simple. Americans came into World War I as “heroes” but they had literally just finished destroying an entire race. Too often War films forget that, especially superhero ones. I love Captain America to bits, but the cartoonish oversimplification of all Germans as evil and the Allied forces as all good is a dangerous one. It makes people forget that all humans have a capacity for evil. So it kind of blew my mind to see Wonder Woman touching on that in such a simple, elegant way.


kageyama tobio used to spend a lot of his birthdays alone…

but after karasuno, he never had to celebrate another birthday alone ever again



female awesome meme; 5/10 ladies who deserve better: tris prior (the divergent series)
“sometimes it isn’t fighting that’s brave, it’s facing the death you know is coming”


BuckyNat + MCU

Never even realised how lost I was without her. But I always was. Just some lost soldier who forgot he ever had a home. Until she gave me one.

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”


“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”


“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”


"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”


"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”


"More than.”



7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.

Just you friendly neighborhood Spider Man 🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷

I just finished with this top and had to throw it on! Spidey is a classic and with all this Homecoming hype I had to make something inspired by him! I absolutely LOVED the movie and I hope to make more Spider Man themed stuff real soon because, if I’m being totally honest here, I am obsessed with Spider Man at the moment 😄

Thank you to those who have commissioned me, bought from my Etsy, or donated to my Ko-fi, without you I wouldn’t be able to crochet all the things I do 😢❤❤❤