[based on Marvel's Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Avengers: Age of Ultron; Captain America: Civil War, Avengers: Infinity War; Avengers: Endgame] || book one of one || To bad luck, The Man Out of Time was a blessing. Despite his wishes, his prayers, even Clara Blake wasn't an exception to the unluckiness Steve Rogers was plagued with. started: march 25th 2015 ended: july 7th 2019 {Cover by: scarlettxwitch}

[based on season one of The Flash] || book one of three || At the time Central City's own Barry Allen discovers he has the ability to run faster than the speed of sound, a woman from his past, Parker Sylas, returns to her hometown. Scoring jobs at both the CCPD and S.T.A.R. Labs, the two were destined to cross paths again, this time, in a way unlike ever before. started: october 8th 2014 ended: september 13th 2015

Okay, so this is for all my fellow fangirls who desperately wanted to comfort Loki in that sence when he found out he was adopted. Obviously he had many emotions in that moment and he decided to act on the anger, hate and desperation.....but what if he had acted on the sadness, loneliness, and the knowledge that he was simply never going to be good enough? Well here we are. Have fun comforting Loki guys! ;)

You're Clint's and Natasha's daughter. You work for SHIELD as well, but they don't let you do any of the dangerous things. When a certain God Of Mischief comes to rule earth, The Avengers capture him, and you get set on gaurd duty. Great. Another boring job, right? Wrong.

THE FIRST BOOK OF PERCY JACKSON RANDOMNESS ON WATTPAD. (Not kidding. Damn copycats.) All things related to Percy Jackson. Pictures are either from the Internet, Pinterest, WeheartIt, Instagram, Tumblr, and etc. Posting ten pictures whenever I can. March 3, 2016 - #219 at Fanfiction

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.