Black Widow Post-Credit Scene (what I Want)

Cinder: In case you have already forgotten, Levana is the worst

*doorbell rings*

Cinder, answering the door: And that’s not just jealously talking, I’d say that to her face

Cinder: *opens door*

Levana: I need your help

Cinder: You’re the worst *shuts door*

A Conversation that Probably Happened in the Jedi Council Chambers

Mace: Master Yoda, we have a serious attachment problem in the Order

Yoda: What do you mean?

Mace: Well, we have Plo adopting anything with a pulse, Skywalker's so married it hurts, and I'm pretty sure Aayla is sleeping with her commander. And I just ran into Obi Wan weeping into his commander's arms about the Duchess of Mandalore.

Yoda: Well, died, she just did. Messed up, it was.

Mace: That's besides the point. What are we going to do about it?

Yoda: Nothing.

Mace: Pardon?

Yoda: Nothing, we will do.

Mace: Does that mean we're allowing attachment now?

Yoda: Forbidden, attachment is.

Mace: But-

Yoda: Stopped caring, I have.

Luminara, sticking her head in: I don't have any attachments.

Mace: We know, Luminara.

Luminara: Like if my apprentice died, I wouldn't even care. Heck, I'd even finish the job.

Mace: WE KNOW LUMINARA

Good Omens S2 managed to do something no other show I've see ever do. Write S2 exactly like a fanfic.

Sapphic side characters with a coffee shop involved? Check.

Amnesia? Check.

Side popular ship that becomes canon despite the fact that nobody ever thought it actually would? Check.

Dancing ball scene? Check.

Mischievous match making by main ship? Check.

Character B pours their heart out to Character A and confesses their love and kisses them like there's no tomorrow? Check.

Character A confesses their love back?

Oh.

If tumblr exists in the MCU, I bet Tony has a secret Tony anti account that he reads and he cries because his ask gets filled with ESSAYS on why Tony Stark is awesome and deserves love.

And I can also bet that most of those asks are sent by people he doesn’t know in real life. Not Rhodey or Peter. But actual kids who look up to him as a genius and want to study and change the world like Tony did.

A 16 year old from India who wants to make his own AI sends the anti Tony (Tony’s actual blog) an ask talking about how Tony inspired him to learn how to code on his own.

A twenty nine year old car mechanic who quit his job to work on his own self driving car model who send the blog a lot of angry messages talking about how amazing Tony’s work is!

A 35 year old woman who’s a mom of three that works as an executive at Stark Industries sends an ask talking about how seeing Pepper becoming CEO inspired her to keep working even after giving birth to her triplets.

Damn accurate

So… Sam Wilson. Let’s discuss. I present these facts to the table:

Good

Deserves the world

Definitely deserves more respect

Excellent

Thoughts?

Gwyneth Paltrow and Robert Downey Jr. in: Expectation vs Reality

Something something the way that Crowley introduced himself to Aziraphale the first time they met in the garden and reacted as if they had never met before. Something about him later behaving as if he did actually have those memories of their time in Heaven together and trying to pass it off as being someone different now. Something about Heaven's way of punishing angels that go against the plan by erasing their memories. Something about Crowley seeing Gabriel without his memory and saying "ask him properly." Something about "remember it now" "it hurts, to remember. my head isn't built for that" "I know. Do it anyway"

Something about "I know. Looking at where the furniture isn't"

Something about I know

yoooo wtf is sharon up to?????

Although I like how the bathroom-fight in HBP turned out I always wondered how everything would have gone if it wasn’t Harry that had walked in:

Draco heard the door open, he quickly turned around, wand positioned. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were stained with tears. He gasped when he saw who had just walked in. From all the people he thought it could’ve been, from Potter to some second year that just had to go to the bathroom, this was not who he had expected in the least. In the doorway stood a little startled Minerva McGonall. Draco was quickly trying to wipe away the tears, but that didn’t help much. Then he immediately stopped when a clear voice rang through the room. “Mister Malfoy, what’s wrong?” He felt stunned. He suddenly forgot how to speak and tried to mutter something about how he was fine, but the woman didn’t give up. It pained her that a boy, a student of hers, was being hurt this bad. “Mister Malfoy, I can see when someone is ‘fine’ and this certainly isn’t the case.” And with that Draco just gave up. He gave up trying to hide his emotions, he gave up trying to keep his secrets, he gave up being strong, because if anything, he has never felt weaker. So he started talking, you could almost call it yelling, but he didn’t have the energy to yell. He told her about his dark mark and that he was a death eater, he told her about making fun of the golden trio, he told her about Voldemort living in his house and he told her about his mission to kill Dumbledore. After he was done ranting he was out of breath and fell to the floor. He sat in a fetal position with his knees to his chest and his face in his hands. He couldn’t bare to look at the professor knowing that he would probably be expelled after this. Minerva was still shocked by the information she just got. However, this was not what her mind was with. She was actually thinking of how this broken boy reminded her of someone. Someone who also had troubles at home, a rather abusive and unsupportive family and had followed Lord Voldemort. That person had became a death eater and as soon as he realised what he had done, the mistake that he had made, he had came to her. The boy that Draco reminded her of, was none other than Regulus Black. He had followed the wrong side and regretted it. But she hadn’t been able to save him. She is able to save the boy in front of her. Draco, who was still crying and waiting for the storm, wondering why it didn’t come, was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and through his tears he saw professor McGonagall standing over him with a small, sad smile. He dried his eyes a little, confused to why she wasn’t getting angry with him. She then spoke. “Come to my office, we have to talk about this, I’m going to help you.” He processed this and the slowly nodded his head, stunned that he wasn’t packing yet. He did one last attempt to dry his tears and then Minerva removed he hand to give him some space. He slowly stood up and grabbed his bag. Then he followed the lady towards her office, wondering what would happen next.