Alright, Got It, Just Don’t Eat Any Of The People That Are In The House.

PLEASE DO IT PLEASE PLEASE

americans pleeease. please kill elon musk 🙏🙏🥺😔😩🙏 americans! please. Please !!! kill elon musk. don't you remember gun.. ? bang bang ? your favorite game..? Americans... please. 😔🙏 have you forgotten your local deity, captain america: kill nazis??? americans !! I know you can do it 🥺🙏 please americans..

Evidently this is a hot take, but John Walker is not the "evil Captain America" he's just not Captain America. He was given the title by his superiors, he's maybe arrogant enough to believe that's all it takes to be Cap, but he doesn't really seem to believe that because a lot of what he does in TFatWS smacks of insecurity, trying to prove himself to others AND himself, then his close friend is murdered right in front of him. He snapped and killed the wrong person for it in front of witnesses, but I can't believe no one finds that - or anything about the character - relatable. I relate to it and I've never spent one second in the military, had anyone expect me to fill the shoes of a national hero, or watched my best friend killed right in front of me while fighting international terrorists.

I miss them

Parasite smiled genuinely for the first time, edging a bit out of the shadows a bit.

“Good! I found another-” Parasite cut themselves off before they could say ‘host’. That would bring up too many questions they couldn’t answer. “-Friend!”

“What about you? How have you been doing?” By this point a couple more steps and they would be out of the shadows, their spiked tail poking out of the shadowy corner they stood in.

Gwen didn't go to Hudson Yard often. That would be obsessive. She didn't even expect to find Alice there.

But she would be lying if she claimed she didn't spend more time at the park than she used to. It was a good place to rest and sometimes patrol got stressful, so she'd take a few minutes and stop by.

Yeah, part of it was that it reminded her of Alice and she was able to feel a little less odd for a few minutes, but she wasn't trying to find them. That would be invasive. Gwen was getting better at recognizing that.

She sighed as she pulled at the grass, letting her mind wander. She tried to stay alert, she really did, but it felt like such a chore when there was simply her, grass, and air. So she let it go for a bit.

The wind blew at her side, not too strong, but it still made her shiver.

She heard footsteps as people wandered by. Not many, but some. Few stopped, which made sense. It was late and Gwen stayed hidden from the walkway between a tree and some bushes.

[Continue however you wish, sorry it took this long]

@spiritarachnid

Parasite had been lurking around Hudson Yard too, though they hadn’t been doing so as much.

Parasite had been in partial symbiote form. They had started to get more and more confident each day with it, especially after realizing that this was New York, where most people were used to aliens and mutants.

That didn’t change the fact that people still hid away, or grimaced, or moved away, or started to reach for concealed guns whenever they saw them, which was why they had been lurking a bit in the more shadowy parts of Hudson park when they had seen Gwen again.

Parasite almost did a double take, seeing the first person that had treated them normally and given them a chance. They had almost charged forwards before remembering that they didn’t have Alice as a host anymore, and seeing a symbiote host charging at them probably would be quite the alarming sight. Instead, they stood there for a moment, just staring, trying to contemplate what the next best move would be. They were really starting to regret not telling Gwen before they had parted they were a symbiote.

OH SHIT-

Uhhhh, passing the phone to my mutual who’ve sent me an ask or @/ed me in a post

@disappointedwaffles @catz-dagger @wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer @official-buckybarnes @vokis-inn-and-tavern @rage-the-symbiote @bluejayandvice there’s more but I cannot for the life of me remember anything about interactions and have no idea if they count as mutuals or not but oh well fuck it I’ll go back and fixate on how I accidentally excluded my mutuals later

Passing the phone tag game

Rules:

Tag your moots and other random ppl and if any comply they have to reblog with a scenario and tag others

Passing the phone who believes we should respect the fact that marvel gave us a strong independent Aro/ace female character

@immastealyourfood @annathemcuandstlover @thatone-midgardian @narwhals-randomness @thund3randrain @alliestatefanficworld @lucegoose-the-second @thescarleteevee @crazyinlovewithfandoms

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

“Yeah, I’ll eat food other than people.”

Parasite looked around the room, analyzing every little nook and cranny and taking in the information.

“Interesting. It feels lived in. It’s… Nice, actually.”

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

Parasite had no idea how they had managed to get invited here.

How does a symbiote, quite literally named “Parasite” for their history to of being nothing but a curse on all of their past hosts, friends, and everybody, get invited to the birthday party of Bucky “a literal Avenger and President” Barnes??

Either way, they had taken a suit and their current hosts form (they didn’t want to scare anyone by showing up as a literal monster) before eventually arriving a bit late to the party.

They gave a slight nod, almost like a bow. After a moment, they spoke up. “Happy hundredth and tenth birthday, President Barnes.”

The grand halls of the White House shimmered under the golden glow of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble floors. The air buzzed with an easy energy, punctuated by the unmistakable rhythm of Celebration by Kool & The Gang playing in the background. The melody of brass instruments and lively beats set the tone—tonight was a night of joy.

Standing near the entrance, President James Barnes with quiet elegance, dressed sharply in a black tuxedo that fit him like a second skin. The crisp white dress shirt beneath was pristine, the buttons aligned with military precision, and his black bowtie added a touch of old-world charm. A small gold brooch gleamed on his lapel, a memento that meant more to him than he’d ever admit. His watch, understated yet expensive, caught the light with every subtle movement of his hand.

His hair was neatly combed back, though there remained that ever-present ruggedness—something about him that no amount of refinement could erase. The well-groomed beard framed his strong jawline, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room, carrying the weight of a man who had lived through history yet somehow still found himself here, in this moment, waiting.

A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted his stance, hands sliding into his pockets. It wasn’t every day he invited people to something like this, and part of him wondered if anyone would actually show up. The other part? It told him to relax, to enjoy whatever came next.

The doors stood open, the music played, and the night was just beginning.

Would they come?

Would they celebrate with him?

What he’s wearing:

@official-alpinebarnes @appiesdeity @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @natt-romanoff @multifandomer537 @moon-barnes @fox-barnes @not-dead-apparently @little-penn-penn-barnes @clintbarton-thearrowguy @luhv-always @your-fav-russian-assassin @the-best-black-widow @we-love-redwing @drac0line1nn1t @over-bi-the-wayside @katherine-fisk @truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon @the-real-peterparker @oh-to-be-a-murderer @m0n5t3r-3n3rg7 @thescarleteevee @prophet0bamas-left-toe @lunamarvels @thund3randrain @eponastory @osi-inn @graylilacs @cupcake4440 @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr @the-best-duck-tamer @goddess-of-birds @deadpool-wade-wilson @crazyinlovewithfandoms @notasimpx2 @mythomars @riptideecho @d-adpool @reckless007 @my-rp-blog-command-center @sentowritesstuff @livdrawsstuf @impaladreams @thebestmerc-1 @stronginawayjbb @mjolnir-concussion-victim @fablehaven-rulez @dancepooool @buthearmeouttho

I try to stay away from most Peter variants, but from what I’ve heard he mayyy have died. Maybe. I heard that from a Deadpool though, so… Take it with a grain of salt.

What's going on with Peter? I disappeared for like a week and people are freaking out. What's up? Please explain