Gwen Didn't Go To Hudson Yard Often. That Would Be Obsessive. She Didn't Even Expect To Find Alice There.

I cant believe this actually just happened

YES, YES THAT WOULD BE GREAT

Pretty much any host that won’t instantly die the second I bond with them? Also is somewhat okay with me eating people as well ig? And won’t get too pissed at me if I accidentally loose my shit

If you kill all your hosts have you ever thought about bonding with a Deadpool?

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@d-adpool WADE, GET OVER HERE I GOTTA TRY SOMETHING

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

@rage-the-symbiote aka a @wasteland-squog-baby side blog

“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”

i think we should be meaner about people who are super reliant on chatgpt or whatever other AI. i think we should call them intellectually weak and emotionally stunted and mindless corporate shills who have no personalities and who are actively diminishing their capacity for human empathy and creative thought. and i think we should point and laugh at them and call them dweebs

Today’s Daily Symbiote: Totally according to plan

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:

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This blog is NOT a safe place for

- trump supporters

- transphobes/homophobes who don’t want to learn

- aphobes who don’t want to learn/grow

- aspecs that exclude other aspecs and don’t want to learn to be better

If you want to learn and grow, you are welcome here, but if you are just going to spit hate at us then get fucked.

Why else do you think I summoned you here? Or @/ed you whatever the hell it’s called i have NO idea honestly

If you kill all your hosts have you ever thought about bonding with a Deadpool?

I…

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@d-adpool WADE, GET OVER HERE I GOTTA TRY SOMETHING

YES

pleaseeeeee I wanna go for a walk

parryyyyyyyyy! i miss u :(

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Oh, hello!! Hey!! How are you doing?

And he’s RIGHT. Fuck everyone who is throwing a fit over Mackie speaking the truth. He and Chris Evans know this role better than anyone. Captain America is a figure of American propaganda both in the real world and in the MCU, despite how the characters Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson and actors Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie feel. If you just see the red, white and blue, the propaganda, and not what these characters have stood for, that’s on you. And if you think that America represents honor and dignity for everyone, wake the fuck up. Honestly, just look out the window.