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I’d do more than let him punch me Into the 22nd century tbh 😜😜

Like/Reblog if you’d let Sweet Pea punch you into the 22nd century

*my crush walking by*

me: okay, act normal

also me:

I... am... Hurt

Natasha: (relaxing in Valhalla)

*AC/DC can be heard in the distance*

Natasha: (looks around in confusion)

From behind her: “….Agent Romanoff, you miss me?”

Natasha:

Okay so I love things with Peter and Shuri confusing the others with memes but consider this…

Steve Rodgers has been studying pop culture to try to “get with the times”. He probably doesn’t know how much the average adult knows, so this man has seen ALL of the memes, just because he thought that they were common knowledge.

When I find my ship in times of trouble,

Fanfic authors come to me,

Speaking words of wisdom: Ao3.

My favourite

Shuri - innovator, warrior and sunshine.

Serpent in the Rose Garden

 Our Roots Run Deep                                                                                 Sneak Peak

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC / Jughead x OC (Platonic) Words: 276 Warnings: None

In the decrepit halls of Riverdale’s Southside high all eyes watched the newest addition to the poor excuse that was Southside High’s student body.  People were silently placing bets; guessing how long she’d last before she was enveloped into one of groups that made up the high school population and which one she would join because there one was thing every person at Southside High knew- Lone wolves don’t live long.

The platinum haired beauty was aware of the attention she drew but she didn’t shrink under the weight of the burning eyes, no, she reveled in it. Her clothes stood out against the bleak and dark tones that made up the Southside fashion. She wore a parchment coloured crop top with the playing face of an Ouija board on its front, distressed dark red skinny jeans and high-heeled combat boots that were a glittery black but it was the black denim jacket that she wore with pride that attracted the most attention. On its back, a single red rose surrounded by the words 

‘Nos raciness sont profondes’.

There was something about her that unsettled Jughead Jones. Maybe it was the nagging sense of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place, like he knew her from another time and place, or maybe it was the way his skin shivered when he met her mismatched eyes, blue and black orbs cutting deep beneath his skin.          

No-                                                                                                                                                  

It was the energy that pulsed in the air around her like electricity that silently promised destruction and chaos to come. He could feel it in her stare. She was the calm before the storm, and what a storm she would bring.

i cant help but think about bucky just chillin in his cryo while everything’s going down with killmonger. do you think erik saw him and just goes “the fuck is this white boy doing here freezing himself this aint an ice cream shop”