You know I love Tommy Shepherd and Billy Kaplan, but thinking of “how they exist” is sometimes terrifying me. Like… They are
much older than Luna, their
previous-life cousin, six year old girl when Silent Wars(2007) happened. And it shouldn’t be if they are truly the
of Thomas and William Maximoff, bc their
were born after Luna. It means,
Tommy Shepherd and Billy Kaplan
were born before
Thomas and William Maximoff…
What if Wanda made up Kaplans and Shepherds, and altered history and reality to fit them in?
What if Wanda altered history so her made-up children’s souls time-traveled back and born in past?
What if the dead children’s souls that made from slivers of Mephist’s
life essence took over random innocent kids so Kaplans’ and Shepherds’
kids’ souls die anyway?
What if a writer decide that Wanda
involuntary took Shepherd’s and Kaplan’s children’s soul then put her made-up-dead-children’s-souls in these innocent children’s dead bodies?
The character of Tommy Oliver is written as being of Native American decent (despite the actor being white). Frankly, I don't care if Tommy is male or female, but the character should stay Native American. I'm majorly feeling Devery Jacobs, Nikki Gould, or Amber Midthunder as female Tommy. Also... I'm LIVING for your Trimberly fanart.
Oh that’s so cool, I didn’t know that!! AND A 1000 TIMES YES FOR AMBER MIDTHUNDER AS TOMMY OLIVER HOLY SHIT
i can’t get the idea of the young avengers going to a dumb college halloween costume party dressed up as the older avengers out of my head - like america goes as captain america, kate as hawkeye (she basically just dresses exactly the same as usual, she acknowledges that it’s a bit of a cop out, but she doesn’t care), teddy as hulk (he paints himself green and wears a shitty wig because he claims just turning green would take away half the fun), noh-varr as black widow (he thinks she’s pretty kick-ass, plus i reckon he’d be up for the costume), tommy as quicksliver, billy as thor and david who just goes as himself because he doesn’t have the time to make himself an outfit and most of his options are gone. but then some shit goes down (as it always does) and they actually have to fight but stuck in their home-made avengers costumes
The 11th studio album by Aretha Franklin was released on 10 March 1967.
In her label debut for Atlantic records, the 24-year-old Franklin delivered a blend of “rocking soul, dreamy pop and reflective testifying” (Robert Christgau wrote in the Village Voice a the time) that went to #2 on the Billboard charts but received bland critical reviews at the time. Rolling Stone was critical of the production and playing of seasoned studio musicians, including guitarists Chips Moman and Jimmy Johnson, keyboardist Spooner Oldham, and bassist Tommy Cogbill. In 2002, Rolling Stone placed the album at #1 on their "Women in Rock: 50 Essential Albums” list.
I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You was the 2nd of 4 albums released by Franklin in 1967.
“Thomas what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”
He didn’t answer as he dragged you into the map room, his head whipping back and forth to check if anyone was around to see you. Most of the Gladers were in bed, or over by the fire pit, so it looked like you were in the clear.
Request: hello, can you write a Chris Evans x reader where they’re at the super bowl and reader is a huge Falcons fan and at the end when the patriots made the comeback, reader is upset while Chris is all happy but Chris kisses the reader and she doesn’t kiss back at first but eventually she can’t resist and she accepts the results. Sorry for this very detailed request but after seeing Chris’ reaction and me being a Falcons fan, I really want to see a imagine like this.
people: Chris Evans!Super Bowl x Reader (Falcons Fan)
“Are you fucking kidding me!” I screamed out into the raging crowd as I saw the score become tied.
“Fuck!” I growled, sipping on my beer while my boyfriend went ape-shit on me and was jumping up and down like he’d just heard that he could fuck Tom Brady right here, right now.
I am 90% he’d take that offer too, to be honest.
“Aw, is little YN upset that her Fal-can't’s are falling behind the Pat’s?” I glared up at Rivalry Renner and gave him that finger while I reached over and stole a mozzarella stick off of Scott’s plate. Viciously eating it as if it was the whole Patriot’s team.
“Shut up, Renner. They just caught up, it’s not like they fucking won or something!” He laughed and shoved my shoulder gently in return, easing me up a little from my very unattractive quality: sports rage. Luckily, my boyfriend and I shared this quality but somehow he still managed to keep looking attractive. That bastard.
I felt a hand stroke my hair as I sat back in my seat, getting back into the zone as I texted my friend back in our hometown, Atlanta I was telling her about the injustice that was happening out on the field, I needed a fellow Falconer to help ease my stress.
“Hey grouchy girl, why the long face?” I felt relaxed when I saw Chris sit down next to me, putting an arm over my shoulder to pull me in for a quick squeeze.
“I’m just… detoxing from the savageness out on the field. How the fuck can they have Tom Brady even out there?! He’s such a-” I felt Chris’s lips on mine suddenly, with air still left in my mouth. He held the sides of my face in a firm grip, I could feel my eyes drift closed before he released me in shock. I opened my eyes to a nose pressed against my cheek and a hot breath in my ear, “I don’t let my girl say shit about Tom Brady.”
Pulling back, I smirked, standing up. “Well, I don’t let my boyfriend get some when he tells me what to say.” Dusting myself off I walked away to the bathrooms, only to find a line farther than half the football field.
But a girl’s gotta sacrifice her time though when she needs the bathroom.
By the time I got back, it was nearing the end and Chris looked a bit worried, texting ferociously on his phone, right before he looked up at me in a worried glance, “Where’ve you been! I’ve been texting you-”
“There’s no reception in the bathroom area, dummy. Besides where’d you think I was going? Back to the car to sulk? Nah, because-” I felt hands touch my shoulders and their grips tighten as suddenly it was like a kick in the balls if I had any, my Falcon’s had lost.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck yeah, yeah! Woah! Yeah! That’s right, baby! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Chris screamed, jumping up and down and bouncing off of mine and Scott’s shoulders as the confetti hit the field and Patriot fans screamed.
Chris tugged me into his arms and spun me around, tilting me down into a cheesy kiss that I tensed up at. I was fuckin’ pissed. No one shit’s on my Falcon’s and gets away with it.
But, Chris was really giving me a kiss here, and this wasn’t just a peck, this was one full blown passionate kiss. With one hand holding me in a tilt and the other gently placed right under my ear, caressing my cheek with his warm thumb. Pulling me closer he put all he could into this kiss, every emotion he felt in this exact moment was taken by Chris, and somehow he managed to put it all within his lips as he held me with no space left between us anymore.
I swear, in that moment the stadium was silent. No screams were heard, just the hot breaths between us. That’s all I heard in my ears. Slowly the wind he’d knocked right out of me returned, and soon I was back. Alive and in this tragic, yet unforgettable moment.
As he pulled away slowly, tugging on my bottom lip just slightly before letting it fall back into place, swollen from the quick movements between my lips and his. Pulling each other’s lips back and forth like it was a war that we had no intentions of ending.
He brought me back up and held me close to his chest as we swayed back and forth. His body was almost vibrating off energy from his Patriot’s winning.
I felt his breath tickle my ear as he whispered into it with a smirk that I was gonna slap off his face any second. “I didn’t want you to be upset again. I can’t tell you what to do, I’m sorry. But in all fairness, I was caught up in the game and my guys beating yours.” Pulling back to get a look at that dumb ass grin plastered on those perfect lips of his, I couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way onto my own lips.
“You are such a fuckin’ dork, you know that right? You literally have a Patriotic Erection right now.” Chris belted out a laugh, clutch his left peck for a moment before holding me to his chest again, breathing deeply as he let the moment sink in for him.
“You may have no taste in football teams, baby. But you do have a lip on ya, and I fuckin’ love it. Come here, babe.” Chris crashed his lips into mine and held onto my waist, bunching up the sides of my Jersey.
“You may be full on hard for Tommy right now, but I love you too. Even if you’re a mother fucker for beating me.” I saw his beautiful smile again and his heartbeat that leaped out of his chest from the crowd’s roars and rumbles.
Request: Can I request and imagine were you’re an Ex of tommys but he always looks out for you so he gives you a job in the company, when grace comes around she forces him to fire you out of jealousy , he does it his family go crazy at him and you can choose how it ends
Running through the streets of Small Heath, tears pouring from your eyes as you made your way home. The last person you wanted to see right now was your ex boyfriend but it’s like the big man had it out for you today as you collided with a man and fell to the ground.
“(Y/N)?” You knew the voice too well, you looked up into those icy blue eyes and cursed the heavens, of course, it was your ex.
“Shit sorry Tommy. I have to go.” You say rushing past him. He runs after you calling your name but you don’t want to speak to him not now. It had been 6 months are so since you ended things, it wasn’t really working out. Neither of your families was happy about the split and no one saw it coming but you tried to remain friends.