I love when characters have an idea about them having a Role in a narrative. I love when characters view themselves as The Hero who needs to Fix Everything, even at the cost of their own life or health. I love when characters view themselves as villains, as two dimensional Things in a story and not a person who can change and grow. I love when characters view themselves as side characters without agency or personalities. I love when characters are Wrong about what their role in the narrative is. I love when the narrative actively acknowledges how much this can fuck a person up. I love when characters base their morals or world view off of fiction and view the world through that lens. I love when characters view themselves as fictional. I love when characters think the world operates off of fictional rules. I love when characters have Feelings about being fictional!!!
Iron Man: you gotta help me fight Captain America or I’ll tell Aunt May your secret identity
Spider-man: why are you fighting Captain America?
Iron Man: he refuses to sign the Sokovia accords which would install oversight for superheroes and require them to disclose their identities
Spider-man: and if we win this fight…. this law would go into full effect?
Iron Man: that’s right!
Spider-man: I mean…. that just sounds like you telling Aunt May my secret identity anyway but with… more steps…
Emily Margaret Paxton, age twenty-seven, pushes her toddler on the swings. Christine laughs and smiles with chubby cheeks, ruddy from the excitement.
The Winter Soldier watches from less than ten feet away.
"It started out of nowhere. Odd- I thought I was doing everything right"
we have to write poems in my creative writing certificate program, so I pieced something together from Belphie's medical reports
i can’t talk shit about the pirates of the caribbean films as if elizabeth swann becoming pirate king didn’t hand my entire ass to me and make me the gay i am today
black panther au where everything is the same but instead of martin freeman it’s alec hardison pretending to be cia for a con
Thinking about the mask. About hands in nitril gloves forcing it onto his face, about his own panicked breathing suddenly trapped close and loud and hot and harder to get air. About the smell of his own breath, stinking of the rubber mouthguard and his own unwashed spit. About someone pushing his head forward as they jerk the straps tight. About the spot on his nose where it immediately starts to ache. About not being able to open his mouth all the way. About shaking his head to dislodge it, about raising his hand to try to touch it but his hands won't come they are restrained and it moves with him he can't, he can't get it off--
About someone patting over where his cheek would be and saying now the dog won't bite. And someone laughing.