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Welcome to my version of the life of whoever or whatever's my current obsession
Episode Two : Gracie Bloodworth.
Ps: This is taking place in a Thanos-less and Ultron-less world because I do not appreciate it when my favourite characters die. Like I'm fine with them being traumatized forever but un-aliving them is out of the question
Ps: If you do not recognize her don't be alarmed. She's an OC of mine. And if you do, it's because I mentioned her in episode one
- Gracie Ibtisam Bloodworth.
- Her name suits her so well because she's always smiling.
- She has a very hard time keeping her cool when in certain situations.
- Her parents met in Algeria, her mum's country, when her dad went there for a documentary.
- She was also a reporter and they worked together.
- Fast forward 5 years, her parents are married, they move to the U.S. and Gracie Ibtisam Bloodworth was born.
- Due to being part Mediterranean, she has these big, very dark eyes, long black eyelashes and a deep skin tone.
- In the summer, after a few hours at the beach, she practically glows.
- Gracie has a particular hair colour.
- It's a shade of brown that goes lighter towards mid-length. Almost like a copper-ish colour.
- She explains it with an equation.
- Blond mum + redhead grandparents on her maternal side + brown-haired dad + blond grandparents on her dad's side = Gracie.
- She even made one of those TikToks that goes "I'm at the pizza hut. I'm at the Taco Bell." and you show where you're from.
- It's her favourite thing about herself.
- She's very Mediterranean.
- She talks with her hands.
- There are more bottles of olive oil (real olive oil) in her home than in any of her friends' houses.
- She can be very loud.
- But one thing's for sure.
- She knows how to party.
- Gracie has a younger brother.
- Evan Youssef Bloodworth.
- The absolute light of her life.
- She loves him more than anything and you can frequently find them in her room, spending time together or cuddling after Evan had a nightmare or just a particularly bad day.
- When her family moved to The U.S., they moved to the same building as the Parker family, and immediately, she and Lizzie Parker became best friends.
- They would spend all of their time together.
- May and Ben thought of her as their daughter just like they considered Lizzie and Peter their children.
- And so did her parents, Meriem and Joseph.
- Gracie was just as sad as Lizzie and Peter when Ben died.
- Up until that point, she had never lost anyone and she never imagined that, her hero would die.
- The fact that he had promised to teach her to play chess the next day but never came back made things even more difficult for her.
- She really wasn't prepared.
- After that, Gracie developed the caretaker side of herself.
- She can be very... Maternal.
- Always making sure everyone had eaten.
- Making copies of Lizzie's, Evan's and even Peter's homework because she knows he can be super forgetful.
- Going as far as packing an extra pair of gloves and a scarf during the wintertime.
- Peter and she were never that close.
- They would greet each other and ask about their respective days but it never went farther than that.
- Until she got to college and Peter was in his 3rd year.
- Gracie was in the library, he came in and it made sense to sit next to her.
- So he did.
- And from that point on they would sit together and study in silence.
- They would even save a seat for each other.
- Gracie grew up in a multi-cultural home.
- She grew up speaking multiple languages.
- Like 3/4 of the Algerian population.
- She's fluent in French, Classical Arabic, Dardja, Berber and of course, English.
- At one point, she considered studying Arabic literature but she quickly figured out that Mahmoud Darwish and Ilya Abu Madi weren't the only poets she would have to study.
- Gracie grew up attending church on Sundays and mosque on Fridays.
- On Fridays, she would eat Couscous and on Sundays, it was roast.
- Once, she had to do a whole project about the culture she came from.
- She showed up to school wearing a white Berber dress, traditional silver jewellery, and converse.
- She never felt fully American.
- She never felt fully Algerian either.
- She was somewhere in between.
- Her favourite thing to do with her mum is to watch shows, under the covers with a nice cup of tea.
- Her favourite thing to do with her dad is to dance.
- Her favourite thing to do with Evan is to go to the arcades.
- Her favourite thing to do with May is to cook.
- Her favourite thing to do with Peter is to tell him stories.
- Her favourite thing to do with Lizzie is to watch her paint.
- Lizzie and her know each other like they share the same mind.
- They're everything to each other.
- They're sisters, best friends, maids of honour, emergency contact, partners in crime, role models.
- Gracie is Lizzie's muse.
- Lizzie has painted more portraits of Gracie than anything or anyone else.
- Gracie will not hesitate to beat up anyone who harms her best friend.
- When Lizzie went through her first break-up, Gracie slashed the girl's tires.
- No one ever figured out it was her.
Hi! If you enjoyed these headcanons or want to see someone specific or, you have a particular scenario in mind, please tell me about it, I would love to get your feedback.
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On tonight's episode of 'funny shit my fiance says while playing video games' I give you:
Him: GODDAMNIT MARIA HILL ARE YOU HAPPY NOW???
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The Marvel Cinematic Universe Major Arcana • Part 02
WandaVision
Unlike the title might suggest, the Lovers are not primarily about passion or romance. When these moments of love occur, they are about a choice: follow your head or follow your heart. These moments of love are spiritual, like reuniting with a cosmic twin. The Lovers can restore balance and make us feel very happy. Love is not always convenient, easy, or painless. but the possibilities that arise from saying "Yes" can bring lifelong joy in many areas. Follow your heart and choose love.
Star-Lord / Peter Jason Quill
Surrounded by contradiction, the conquering hero of the Chariot brings focus, unshakable determination, and intense will to harness the host of opposing forces. Propelled by his concentration and protected by his confidence, he will conquer all difficulty; navigating the ruts of complexity and restoring balance.
Okoye
Above all, Justice is about fairness. She is rational, logical, and objective—concerned only with what is needed right now for your life in reality, not in your mind. The outcome of the present situation may not be to your liking, but it will be fair. Her gaze stares directly through your eyes and into your heart, past the confusion. Examine the motives of your life, identify the raw truths, and find clarity and balance.
Professor Hulk / Bruce Banner
Resolute and fearless, the Hermit searches for the things that hide in the shadows and the crevasses of his ego—the things that don't want to be found. He will, at times, be shocked and disheartened by what he uncovers. But if he truly wants peace, the Hermit must be open to the truth he finds there.
The Infinity Stones + Iron Gauntlet
The Wheel of Fortune reminds us that life is never predictable and that change is inevitable and necessary. It is impersonal: sometimes we are summiting the mountain, and sometimes we are trudging through the valley. Either way, it is simply life. When you encounter the Wheel of Fortune, you are about to have an encounter with chance and the outcome is unknown. Take it for what it is, without judgment or evaluation.
Captain America / Steve Rogers
All humans both have peaceful and fiery energies as part of their design. Left to their own nature, the fiercer qualities can get away from us, creating imbalance in our lives. Strength is not interested in ridding himself of his savage side, but rather in turning in its gaze, gently and with generosity, toward useful partnership. Combined with his peaceful energies, the fiery energies come to his assistance; fueling and propelling his objectives to unexpected heights.
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MCU Major Arcana Part 01
Hulk vs. Wolverine: Cataclysmic Clash
Summary: Wolverine ventures into the forest to investigate suspicious activities tied to a government experiment. There, he encounters the Hulk, who has been driven into a violent rage. A brutal battle breaks out between the two as Wolverine tries to subdue the Hulk. Both struggle to overpower each other, leading to a fierce and destructive fight.
The air crackled with tension as Logan trudged through the dense forest, boots crunching against the damp ground. His senses were on high alert—something wasn’t right. It had been days since he got word about strange activity up in these mountains, government experiments and all kinds of nasty business. The kind that always ended up biting everyone in the ass.
Logan lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Typical government shit. Can’t go a week without some asshat in a lab coat tryin’ to play God,” he muttered, flicking the ash aside. He was used to dealing with this kind of crap, but this time, something felt off. His gut told him it was bigger than usual.
Then, he heard it—a deep, rumbling roar that shook the trees, sending a flock of birds scattering into the sky. Logan stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes.
“Aw, hell,” he grumbled. “That’s never a good sound.”
Another roar echoed through the forest, closer this time. Logan clenched his fists, claws itching to come out. He knew exactly what was coming. He’d faced it before. Only this time, he wasn’t sure if he could stop it alone.
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath his feet. Trees splintered and toppled over like matchsticks, and there he was—the Hulk, a towering mass of rage and destruction, barreling through the forest like a freight train.
“Damn it, Banner,” Logan muttered, spitting his cigarette to the ground. “What the hell did you get yourself into this time?”
The Hulk came crashing through the trees, smashing everything in his path. His green skin glistened with sweat and fury, his eyes wild and unfocused. He wasn’t thinking—just smashing. And Logan was right in his way.
“Hey, big guy!” Logan shouted, unsheathing his claws with a snikt. “You wanna dance? Let’s dance.”
Hulk’s gaze snapped to Logan, and for a split second, there was recognition. But it was quickly replaced by the kind of rage only Bruce Banner’s dark side could conjure. Hulk let out a bellowing roar and charged straight at Logan.
Logan barely had time to react as Hulk swung a massive fist at him. He ducked, the punch narrowly missing his head but sending a nearby tree flying instead. “Goddamn it!” Logan growled, slashing at Hulk’s side with his claws.
Hulk roared in pain, but it only made him angrier. He grabbed Logan by the scruff of his jacket and hurled him through the air like a ragdoll. Logan crashed into a boulder, feeling his ribs crack on impact.
“Son of a bitch,” Logan groaned, pushing himself to his feet. His healing factor was already kicking in, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. “Alright, you big green bastard, let’s do this.”
He sprinted toward Hulk, claws extended. This wasn’t going to be an easy fight—hell, Logan had no idea if he could even win. But he wasn’t about to back down.
Hulk swung again, and this time, Logan ducked low, slicing at the monster’s legs. Blood sprayed from the wounds, but they healed almost as fast as Logan’s. It was like fighting a goddamn mirror.
“C’mon, Hulk, snap out of it!” Logan shouted, dodging another punch. “I know you’re in there somewhere, Banner!”
But Hulk wasn’t listening. He grabbed a chunk of earth and hurled it at Logan, who barely managed to leap out of the way. Dirt and debris rained down, blinding him for a moment. When he cleared his eyes, Hulk was already upon him.
With a thunderous crash, Hulk slammed both fists into the ground where Logan had been standing just moments before. The shockwave sent Logan flying, but he twisted in mid-air, landing on his feet.
“Ya gotta be faster than that, bub,” Logan taunted, his voice rough and gritty. He knew Hulk wasn’t one for banter, but it made him feel better to talk shit.
Hulk roared again, charging like a bull. Logan had no choice but to meet him head-on, claws slashing through the air. The two collided in a flurry of fists and claws, each trying to overpower the other.
Logan managed to get a few good hits in, carving deep gashes in Hulk’s flesh, but it wasn’t enough. Hulk grabbed him by the arm and swung him like a baseball bat, slamming him into the side of a mountain.
Logan felt his bones shatter, but his healing factor kicked in almost instantly. He groaned as he pulled himself free from the rubble. “Alright, that one hurt,” he muttered, spitting out a glob of blood. “But I’ve had worse.”
Hulk let out another roar, pounding his chest like a gorilla. He was losing control, and Logan knew if he didn’t stop him soon, there’d be nothing left of this forest—or the nearby town.
Logan wiped the blood from his mouth and charged again, this time with a plan. He couldn’t outmuscle Hulk, but maybe he could outthink him. As he sprinted toward the green giant, he noticed a nearby cliff.
“Hey, big guy!” Logan called, getting Hulk’s attention. “You ever heard of gravity?”
Hulk roared and charged at him, fists raised. At the last second, Logan dodged to the side, letting Hulk barrel past him. The momentum carried Hulk right to the edge of the cliff, and before he could stop himself, he tumbled over the side, crashing into the rocks below.
Logan stood at the edge, breathing heavily as he looked down at the destruction. “That oughta slow him down,” he muttered. But as the dust cleared, he saw Hulk stirring, already starting to get back up.
“Aw, c’mon, give me a break,” Logan grumbled. “This guy just doesn’t quit.”
Hulk pulled himself to his feet, shaking off the rocks like they were nothing. He let out another deafening roar, his rage palpable even from a distance.
Logan knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. He needed to get Banner back in control, and fast. But how the hell do you calm down a monster like Hulk?
Then it hit him. Maybe he couldn’t calm Hulk down, but he could sure as hell piss him off in the right way.
“Hey, Banner!” Logan shouted, his voice echoing through the canyon. “You wanna know why you keep losing control? ‘Cause deep down, you’re just a scared little kid, hiding behind all that green muscle. You ain’t the strongest there is—you’re just the angriest.”
Hulk’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something—recognition, maybe? But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by another wave of uncontrollable fury.
“Worth a shot,” Logan muttered, bracing himself as Hulk charged again.
The two collided once more, the impact shaking the ground beneath them. Logan slashed and clawed, but Hulk’s raw power was overwhelming. He grabbed Logan by the throat, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into a nearby boulder.
Logan gasped for air, his vision going blurry. “This is gettin’ real old, real fast,” he wheezed, trying to pry Hulk’s hand off his neck.
But before Hulk could finish him off, a flash of something caught his eye—something that stopped him in his tracks.
Logan turned his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. And there, standing on the cliffside, was Bruce Banner.
“Logan…” Banner’s voice was weak, but it was him. The real Banner. “Stop… fighting…”
Hulk’s grip loosened, his massive form trembling as Banner struggled for control. Logan gasped for air, dropping to the ground as Hulk stepped back, clutching his head.
“Banner… you there, bub?” Logan croaked, rubbing his bruised throat.
Banner’s voice was shaky. “I’m… trying… but I can’t hold it… much longer…”
Logan got to his feet, dusting himself off. “Alright, then. Let’s end this.”
With one last burst of strength, Logan charged forward, slashing at Hulk’s legs and bringing the giant to his knees. Hulk roared in pain, but this time, it was different. It wasn’t the mindless rage from before—it was the sound of someone fighting for control.
Banner’s voice cut through the noise. “Logan… I need your help… I can’t… do this alone…”
Logan paused, claws still extended. He’d fought Hulk a hundred times before, but this… this was different. He could see Banner, really see him, fighting to stay in control.
“Alright, Banner,” Logan muttered, retracting his claws. “You wanna do this the hard way, fine. But you owe me a beer when this is over.”
Hulk’s body convulsed, the green fading from his skin as Banner slowly regained control. Logan stood back, watching as the monster shrank down, leaving a bruised and battered Bruce Banner lying in the dirt.
Logan knelt down, offering Banner a hand. “You good, doc?”
Banner nodded weakly, taking Logan’s hand and pulling himself to his feet. “Thanks… Logan. I didn’t think… I’d be able to stop him.”
Logan smirked, lighting another cigarette. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I’m still around to bail your ass out,” Logan said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. “Next time, maybe you’ll keep that green rage monster of yours on a tighter leash.”
Bruce Banner rubbed his forehead, exhaustion setting in. “I didn’t ask for this, Logan,” he muttered. “Something… something went wrong with the experiment. I was supposed to help contain it.”
Logan raised an eyebrow, exhaling a puff of smoke. “Contain what, exactly?”
Banner leaned against a tree, catching his breath. “The government was running tests—genetic modification, bio-enhancement. Trying to create a more stable version of… well, me. But something went sideways, and whatever they created, it got loose. That’s why I was out here, trying to stop it.”
Logan shook his head, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground. “You government types never learn, do ya? Messin’ with shit you don’t understand. Now we’ve got a freak show on the loose, and you’re the only one who knows how to stop it.”
Banner looked up at Logan, his expression grim. “It’s worse than that, Logan. It’s not just some experiment gone wrong. It’s… evolving. Whatever it is, it’s getting stronger. Smarter.”
Logan gritted his teeth, his claws itching to come out again. “Great. Just what I needed—a science project with an attitude problem.”
Suddenly, the ground shook beneath their feet again, this time more violently than before. Logan’s heightened senses flared, and he could hear the distant rumble of something massive moving through the forest.
“Shit,” Logan muttered, popping his claws. “Guess that’s our cue.”
Banner’s eyes widened. “It’s coming. We have to stop it before it reaches the town.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Logan growled. “You stay back, Banner. I’ll take point.”
Banner shook his head. “You don’t understand, Logan. You can’t fight this thing the way you fought me. It’s—”
“I don’t give a damn what it is,” Logan cut him off. “If it bleeds, I can kill it.”
Before Banner could argue, the monstrous roar echoed through the trees again, closer this time. The trees in front of them began to sway and crack, as if something enormous was pushing its way through the forest.
And then, it emerged.
The creature was a grotesque amalgamation of muscle, metal, and twisted biology. Its skin was mottled with patches of green, grey, and black, its body a hulking mass of sinew and wires. Glowing red eyes peered out from a skull-like face, and its breath came in ragged, mechanical hisses. It stood nearly twice the size of the Hulk, towering over the landscape like some kind of biomechanical nightmare.
“Jesus,” Logan muttered, staring up at the abomination. “What the hell did they cook up in that lab, Banner?”
Banner’s face paled. “It’s… it’s worse than I thought. It’s merging with the technology. It’s adapting.”
The creature let out a deafening roar, slamming its fists into the ground with enough force to send shockwaves rippling through the earth. Logan barely managed to keep his footing.
“Aw, hell,” Logan growled, rolling his shoulders. “Guess there’s only one way to deal with ugly.”
With a feral snarl, Logan launched himself at the creature, claws outstretched. He slashed at its legs, carving deep wounds into its flesh. But to his shock, the wounds began to heal almost immediately, the creature’s body regenerating at an alarming rate.
“Goddamn it,” Logan muttered, dodging a swipe from the creature’s massive arm. “This thing’s got Banner’s healing factor, too?”
Banner, still standing at a distance, called out. “Logan! It’s using my DNA! It’s like a twisted version of me, but it’s more advanced. You can’t take it down like this!”
“Then what the hell do you suggest?” Logan shouted, narrowly avoiding a punch that would’ve flattened him.
Banner looked around frantically. “There’s got to be a weakness! It’s not fully stable yet. If we can find a way to overload its system, we might be able to—”
Logan didn’t let him finish. He was too busy dodging and weaving, trying to stay one step ahead of the creature’s relentless attacks. Each time he slashed at it, the damn thing just healed itself right back up. It was like fighting an indestructible tank.
“Logan! The power source—it’s in its chest!” Banner yelled, pointing at the faint glow of a mechanical core embedded in the creature’s chest. “If we can destroy that, we might be able to take it down!”
“Now you’re talkin’,” Logan growled, eyes narrowing on the target. “Let’s see how tough this thing really is.”
With a roar of his own, Logan sprinted toward the creature, dodging its wild swings as he zeroed in on the glowing core. He leapt into the air, claws poised to strike.
But the creature was faster than he anticipated. It lashed out with its massive arm, catching Logan in mid-air and slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force.
Logan groaned, feeling his ribs snap as the air was knocked from his lungs. His healing factor kicked in, but the pain was still intense. He struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Logan!” Banner shouted, panic in his voice. “You have to—”
“Shut up, Banner!” Logan growled, spitting blood. “I know what I gotta do.”
Ignoring the pain, Logan charged again, this time with even more determination. The creature swung at him, but Logan was ready. He ducked under its arm, using his momentum to drive his claws deep into its chest.
The creature let out a screech of agony as Logan’s claws tore through its flesh, reaching for the glowing core. Sparks flew as metal and muscle gave way, and for a moment, Logan thought he had it.
But then, the creature’s other arm slammed into him, knocking him away before he could destroy the core. Logan hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop in a cloud of dirt and debris.
“Goddamn it,” Logan muttered, pushing himself up again. He wasn’t about to quit—not with a town full of innocent people on the line.
The creature, clearly enraged, charged at him again, but Logan was already moving. He ducked and weaved between its attacks, slashing at its legs and torso, looking for any opening he could exploit.
“Banner!” Logan called out, dodging another swipe. “You got any bright ideas, or are you just gonna stand there like a damn tree?”
Banner snapped out of his daze. “The core! It’s not just biological—it’s mechanical too! If we can overload it with an energy source—”
Logan grinned. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
With a final burst of speed, Logan leapt onto the creature’s back, driving his claws into its spine. The beast roared in fury, thrashing wildly, but Logan held on, climbing toward the glowing core.
“Hey, ugly!” Logan shouted as he reached the chest. “Time to say goodnight.”
With a savage snarl, Logan plunged his claws into the core, slashing at the wires and circuits inside. Sparks flew, and the creature let out a deafening screech as its body convulsed.
For a moment, everything was still. Then, with a blinding flash of light, the core exploded, sending Logan flying through the air.
He hit the ground hard, rolling to a stop several feet away. Groaning, he pushed himself up, his body aching from the impact. The creature lay motionless, its body smoking and twitching as the last of its life drained away.
Logan wiped the blood from his face, panting heavily. “That’s what you get for messin’ with Wolverine.”
Banner hurried over, his face pale but relieved. “You did it, Logan. You stopped it.”
Logan grunted, lighting another cigarette. “Yeah, well, next time you get a bright idea like this, maybe give me a heads up before all hell breaks loose.”
Banner chuckled weakly. “I’ll try to remember that.”
Logan took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “So, about that beer…”
Banner smiled. “You’ve definitely earned it.”
Logan grinned, popping his claws back in with a snikt. “Damn right I have.”
The two of them stood there, side by side, watching as the creature’s body slowly disintegrated into nothing but ash. It was over—for now, at least. But Logan knew better than to think this was the last time he’d find himself in a mess like this.
“Let’s get outta here,” Logan said, turning to leave. “I need a drink.”
Banner nodded, following close behind. “And maybe a break from all this madness.”
Logan smirked. “Yeah, good luck with that, bub.”
As they walked away, the forest quieted once more, the air still heavy with the aftermath of the battle. But for Logan, it was just another day in the life of a mutant—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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bruce: finally, someone who understands !!! isn’t sharing your mind and body with a monster the worst???? it’s ruined my life and i want to die.
eddie, who came so hard from venom slithering up into his asshole that he went blind for like twenty minutes this morning:
Oh so are we addressing the fact marvel sent Steve back in time leaving Bucky alone after Steve caused a rift between the avengers for Bucky and now Bucky has deal with everything alone without his best pal
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Yes this is the current mood of the mcu fandom
Hard day and sweet dreams.. .
Its ghostbite0's spiderverse Oc who is sleeping on Bruce's chest...Check the Account
Hard day and sweet dreams.. .
Its ghostbite0's spiderverse Oc who is sleeping on Bruce's chest...Check the Account
Art I made
The last two are made with templates which I found on Pinterest...
Art I made
The last two are made with templates which I found on Pinterest...
Art I made
The last two are made with templates which I found on Pinterest...
Art I made
The last two are made with templates which I found on Pinterest...
Panic and Fear
I feel horrible for doing that
Where’s the essay OP
Peter Parker, also known as the popular hero ‘Spider-Man’, is roughly 16-17 years old (in the timeline I’m using), meaning he was born in either 2001 or 2002. Contrary to popular belief, this places him firmly in the ‘Gen Z’ category, rather than in the millennial category than many place him in. By extrapolating this information, we can conclude that Peter Parker not only knows what a furry is, but has to constantly grapple with the fact that his spider-centric identity is, in fact, his fursona. In this essay I will—
Marvel fans please help :)
OK, so I'm a new fan to the world of marvel. My friend kept telling me to watch some of the movies so I did and now I'm hooked. I want to watch the movies and shows in the right order, so could a fan help me out and give me a list of the movies and shows in the order that they happen. Sorry if this is a lot to ask, but if someone does help thank you very much! Here have a cookie :) 🍪
If Robin Hood was a new recruit in Infinity War
