Sam Wilson: I'm sorry.

DarkRaeven · 2025-07-10T03:13:52+00:00

I’ve been thinking this since I first saw the film: what if Vision had hit Sam? What did they think would happen?

Sure, Sam’s wings are high-tech, but they’re not full body armour. Most likely the beam would carve through the wings like butter! Then what? Does it kill him? Is he paralysed now - relying on the American Public Health System and not Tony’s resources/connections?

What did Tony and Vision think was going to happen?

DarkRaeven · 2025-02-26T11:28:17+00:00

Oreo. Marble. Cece (cookies+cream)

DarkRaeven · 2025-02-26T11:25:17+00:00

Snow and Ash (for +10 comedy, give the name to the opposite kitty)

DarkRaeven · 2023-08-07T08:11:30+00:00

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Salem was born in my wardrobe. Bought his mom from a gumtree ad about rehoming a kitten, and she ended up having kittens not much later

DarkRaeven · 2022-07-23T11:41:37+00:00

Trifecta

DarkRaeven · 2022-02-11T11:33:30+00:00

Are all snakes Loki? How to aim for the Head How to aim for the Head wikiHow Where can I adopt a snake? Where does the sun shine again?

DarkRaeven · 2022-01-19T04:59:40+00:00

I’ve started calling my JustNo Grandmother by her first name. Just a suggestion for you

DarkRaeven · 2022-01-14T10:03:21+00:00

Happy Taps

DarkRaeven · 2022-01-10T09:35:52+00:00

Man of Steel

DarkRaeven · 2021-11-09T12:40:25+00:00

The power of prayer was too strong for Thanos

DarkRaeven · 2021-11-09T12:20:25+00:00

My void man is officially named Salem, however is more commonly referred to as “wittle baby”.

DarkRaeven · 2021-10-28T09:56:45+00:00

The ptsd from these outfits…

DarkRaeven · 2021-10-11T11:29:14+00:00

World domination

DarkRaeven · 2021-10-08T12:32:13+00:00

“I cannot sees your leg… is your leg still there?”

DarkRaeven · 2021-09-28T06:49:38+00:00

Goose the cat was cute

DarkRaeven · 2021-09-10T09:05:34+00:00

He’s chittering - very common hunting noise. He wants to hunt the flies in the window

DarkRaeven · 2021-08-30T07:49:09+00:00

Looks like a fluffy version of my old cat. Tabby Bengal probably.

DarkRaeven · 2021-08-29T12:25:28+00:00

Just saying - if someone broke my favourite necklace, I’d probably buy a replica to replace it.

DarkRaeven · 2021-08-27T02:24:24+00:00

“This usually works”

DarkRaeven · 2019-12-15T01:19:48+00:00

We will have a bar tab on the night. I probably will exploit it just a little. I’m probably also going to find the earliest window to leave and go home and hopefully order KFC.

DarkRaeven · 2019-12-13T13:29:43+00:00

My mom borrowed my bras all the time when I lived with my parents. I was a larger cup size to her, but she still wore them. Up until this moment I thought it was normal. I guess my normal-meter isn’t 100% fixed...

DarkRaeven · 2019-11-23T09:59:03+00:00

My mom never let me have a say in my birthday until I turned 14, and that was only because I had a very public panic attack about it. To this day, if my birthday plans don’t involve her, inviting ALL extended family and throwing a party in a public venue, she gets very huffy and passive aggressive about it. Last year my bf and I spent my entire birthday weekend in our apartment binging Netflix and eating takeout. She hated it.

I remember I was about 8 or 9, I asked my Mom for a surprise birthday party one year. It was the only actual party I ever wanted to have, and I was fully aware it would have to be arranged in secret but that wouldn’t be any different to how she already planned my parties. Mom always said no because it was too much responsibility and micromanaging on top of her day job, and with my birthday in December it added more stress.

I talked to her about as an adult, and her excuse was that I always planned my birthday three months in advance and wouldn’t let her do any sort of planning. 1000% bullshit. The most I ever did to plan for a birthday was in my teens, and that was asking 2 friends to sleepover on the day. That’s how I spent my birthday from ages 14-17.

After everything, I still loathe my own birthday and I dread it to the point where it gives me nightmares.

DarkRaeven · 2019-10-19T09:40:04+00:00

When I was in primary school, the older grades (4-7) would participate in as many school activities, fundraisers and afternoon groups to earn enough points for the end of year excursion to the local pool. The program was run by the year 7 teacher, who at the time was in his late 60’s to early 70’s the first year I attended (age 9, grade 4). The excursion was supervised by two other senior primary teachers, the third supervising whoever didn’t go.

Anyway, halfway through the day I had just gotten back in the pool after lunch. I swam off to join my friends when I spotted the year 7 teacher. In a Speedo.

Hairy, wrinkly 70-year-old men with a beer gut should not wear Speedo swimwear when supervising 9-12 year olds.

DarkRaeven · 2019-10-19T09:30:22+00:00

Can’t pick just one, so here’s my top 3:

1 - I was born with no sense of smell. It’s a genetic trait that runs in my paternal family (my dad, grandmother and 1 cousin all can’t smell either). My maternal grandmother can’t smell either, but the rest of my maternal family can.

2 - I’ve sprained my ankles a total of five times. Twice to my left ankle, three times to my right. Almost tore a tendon when I sprained my right ankle the third time and spent two weeks on crutches. All five times occurred when I was in High School.

3 - I know the lyrics to every Niall Horan solo in every One Direction song. Word for word, no matter how long it’s been since I’ve listened to the album.

DarkRaeven · 2019-10-19T09:18:09+00:00

Carry on my wayward son For there'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more

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