some asshole all ‘captain america would beat up wonder woman’, as if he would ever, ever look at her any way but this
They are the Hold My Beer twins, they would fight people together, come the fuck on
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wonder woman 2 wishful thinking:
The year is 1973. The Cold War is at its height, and Berlin is infested with spies and mistrust. When a friend of hers is murdered in his home in Germany, Diana Prince heads to East Berlin in order to unravel the mystery behind the death, and finds that not only is there more to the murder than she first thought, but her pursuit of truth has drawn the attention of a shadowy organization that is not interested in being dragged out into the light, and is willing to try to silence her at any cost.
Up to and including sending a ghost story after her.
Headcanon
Things Lois Lane does not envy Wonder Woman:
- Her friendship with Superman. Lois knows that they’re close friends and nothing more, and that her own relationship with Clark is deep and pure.
- Her power and respect. Wonder Woman has earned that and more.
Things Lois Lane does envy Wonder Woman:
- That goddamn lasso
- Why do you even need a truth lasso Diana
- Think of all the stories she could get with that thing goddammit
^^ An aspect of feminism as explained by comics and tumblr tho.
(via phil-the-stone)
Justice League post credits scene:
- *everyone sitting around a table eating shawarma*
- Diana: So yeah, that's my story of how I got to this world.
- Barry: So Steve died in the plane.
- Diana: ...thanks for your subtlety Barry but yes, he did.
- Barry: *looks around* hmm... I see... would you mind waiting here for a sec?
- *theres a flash of lightning, a thunder and for a split second the room is filled with white static. When it quiets down Barry is standing in the middle of the room, holding a very disoriented Steve Trevor dressed as the last time Diana saw him, still holding the smoking gun that shot the bullet at the mustard gas*
- Barry: This your boy!?
“How good are they?” Diana asks them. No Man’s Land, hah, the things some people will name their bands to make them stand out in the crowd.
“Watch and see,” says Gail, head tilting towards the stage. Diana turns, and sees—
—Steve.
He’s grown a beard, and his hair is longer and more artfully disheveled than it was when she knew him, but she would know him anywhere. She would know his eyes anywhere, that striking shade of blue that she hasn’t been able to find since.
“Look who just came in,” says Gail fondly, unmindful of Diana’s internal crisis. “Steve Howard, late as hell, again.”
Diana’s tongue is suddenly too heavy in her mouth for her to respond. She lifts her glass of red wine to her lips, takes a sip, and watches this ghost of Steve Trevor tap the microphone, wincing at the feedback.
“Hey, folks,” he says. He sounds exactly the same. “Sorry I’m late, my watch broke and I haven’t gotten it fixed yet.” He coughs, and says, “Anyway—I’m Steve, we’re No Man’s Land, and we’ll be your entertainment for tonight.”
for day one of wondertrev week: reincarnation.
Anonymous asked: Captain America would kick Wonder Woman's ass just sayin
As someone who loves my son Steve Rogers, I have to say that he could never kick Diana’s ass, like literally, and also he would never do that, because Steve Rogers would grow up idolising the mysterious hero from WW1, and would probably swoon if he got to meet her, would call her “ Your Majesty” unironically, until Diana has to literally punch him to make him stop, and even then, he’d call her “Ma'am” with the utmost respect, and also he’d follow her to Hell and back without blinking.
@next-great-adventure AND THEN THEY WOULD START A PODCAST
They would meet in Vichy France, and after he settled down around her they’d be fine. She’d call him Steven (because it still hurts a little to say Steve). She would teach him the Shield move, and when she called for it in battle he would crouch down with his shield raised, waiting to feel the impact of her boots, then launch her forward – at a line of panzers, across battlements. He would take half a minute to watch in awe as the dust billowed around her landing, watch her upend tanks and pulverize fortifications. Then he’d sprint after, taking out machine gun nests and artillery, and the Wehrmacht would have another tale of the two Allied soldiers with shields who they could never, ever defeat.
I so love the idea that little Stevie Rogers read about and idolized the mysterious superwoman who aided the Allies in the Great War.
I love “Patriotic Leotards” as a friendship OR a romance. Or as a mutual admiration society long before they meet in person.
I’m officially taking it as canon now that the reason Steve knew how to properly launch Natasha at the Chitauri is cuz Diana taught him, and no one can tell me different.
Imagine Peggy introducing them though. After Steve gets his round shield and is messing around trying to figure out how to use it, Peggy says, with a sly smile on her face, that there’s someone he needs to meet who can help him out.
Like, Steve at first is thinking this tall, dark haired woman with the maybe greek??? accent is just one of Peggy’s friends in the SSR. Competent and skilled but a normal human. At least until she takes his shield, hefts it without any sign of strain, and then whips it across the target range and decapitates a practice dummy. She and Steve spend a good three hours working out how to get the shield to come back to him, they bounce it off defunct tanks and walls and Ms. Prince may or may not have accidentally/on purpose split the tank’s gun in half with one shot.
Later the conversation turns to how Ms. Prince is a dear friend of Peggy’s mother, Etta Carter nee Candy.
This just keeps getting better. Reblogging especially for that last headcanon.
ETTA CARTER.
OMFG YAAAAASSSSSSSSS
#OKAY.#can we just talk about what he does here#he’s not telling the guys to stop catcalling Diana because he’s a man and she’s with him#he’s doing it in a ‘would you PLEASE respect the lady for FUCK’S SAKE’ kind of way#Steve is the bar#and it will never be lowered again (via morgainelefaey )
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Well that was an unexpected mental tangent.
I was talking to a friend about Etta Candy, and various ways fic could explore her awesomeness, whether as The Best of Secretaries or adventures in other professions, or, hell, Etta Goes to Themyscira…
And then I was seized with the vision of Etta turning up on Themyscira and meeting a thousand Amazons who have had ALLLLL ETERNITY surrounded by other Amazons with hard, scarred, warrior bodies, and having… quite a large number of them… react all like…
WHO IS THIS UTTERLY NOVEL VISION OF FEMININE LOVELINESS AND HOW CAN I PERSUADE HER THAT I (AND PERHAPS MY WIFE) SHOULD BE RESPONSIBLE FOR INTRODUCING HER TO ALL TWELVE VOLUMES OF CLIO’S TREATISE ON SEXUAL PLEASURE IN THE FORM OF AN EXTENDED SERIES OF PRACTICAL DEMONSTRATIONS.
…So, you know, do with that thought what you will?
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Shieldmaiden
John was a soldier huddled in the trenches facing No Man’s Land, feeling the most wretched he had ever been. He was cold and hungry, overwhelmed with the stench of unwashed bodies and infected wounds, the nearly endless rounds of gunfire and grenade explosions, the screams of the dying.
Sometimes he felt as if he would never again know the taste of bread and a proper cuppa tea, to breathe in air that was not foully tainted by the Enemy’s noxious poisons. Sometimes he felt that they were all under the pitiless gaze of some great Eye, naked in the Dark.
And then he heard an American voice say, “Don’t you understand? This is No Man’s Land. That means no man may cross it.”
And thus, John’s attention was captured by the hooded figure the American was speaking to. She dropped the cloak to reveal armor, that her hands carried a sword and a shield, and she ascended the ladder with steps swift and sure. John would always remember these words, though she herself had never said them aloud, but her actions spoke clear as day:
“I am no man.”
There she stood, a shining figure in the middle of No Man’s Land, facing the Enemy and drawing their fire, beautiful as the dawn, terrible as the sea, stronger than all the foundations of the Earth.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien does not remember how he scrambled up the ladder to follow after her, only that he and his fellow soldiers followed in Her wake, to fight by her side and onwards to victory.
Fuck. Yes.
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@words-writ-in-starlightslightly angsty first meetings
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