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𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬   𝐛𝐞   𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭   ,    𝐢𝐭'𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧   𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬   𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦   𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲   𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲   𝐰𝐡𝐨   𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.          independent   and   selective   portrayal   of     𝐌𝐒 .   𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋     aka     𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀   𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐍     as   seen   in   the   disney+   series   and   marvel   comics.     canon   portrayal   is     mixed   media     across   various   sources.     exploring   :   teenhood,   bearing   the   burden   of   many,   finding   an   identity   split   across   nations,   and   more.   please   do   not   follow   if   under   twenty.   spoilers   will   be   tagged   as   #kkspoilers   until   a   week   after   the   show   ends.   as   embiggened   by   tas,   woc,   twenty-six.                  carrd.

❝    did you know that feeding your local hometown hero can be claimed on your tax dol —   ❞   recognition cut her train of thought short and she tabled her pitiful pitch with a loud sigh of relief.    ❝    @vmaeved​ !   thank god it’s you and not a classic but well planned,  and perfectly diabolical evil trap for my weak willed stomach.   wouldn’t put it past d.c.   ❞   she lowered herself to sit beside the infamous superhero.   a woman she had adored for years.   the same woman she had   embarrassingly fawned over   when they’d had a chance to work together.   a memory that kamala desperately hoped the other didn’t remember.   she’s no longer fangirl kamala of the past,   now she’s part of the club.   now she’s cool kamala.    ❝   not to ruin your dinner,   which by the way   –   excellent choice,   but I’m giving it fifteen minutes tops until the damage control drones figure out where i am.   so unless you want to be tuned into Swiss cheese with their lasers,   i’d inhale that gyro if i were you.   ❞

muse vs mun   <3   two brown girls,   two nerds   <3

in her defense,   hot pockets were a rarity in the khan household   and the one she had   oh - so - carefully   plucked from the top of the trash was still neatly wrapped.   every now and then,   kamala would attempt to sneak a small box into their grocery cart only for her mother to eventually pry it out of her desperate clutches.   muneeba called it an abomination.   ‘   it’s not a pizza,   it’s not a puff pastry,  what nonsense is this ?   ’   she would click her tongue in disgust and remind her daughter that such easily microwaveable treats were meant for   bored americans   who had too much money to blow.    it was as if all her mother’s disappointment had found her when benoit caught her in the act of scarfing the lukewarm treat into her mouth.   kamala hastily wiped crumbs and sauce from the corners of her lips in an attempt to make herself more presentable.   doe eyes widened at the mention of the eternal,  and she clutched the haphazardly torn hot pocket wrapper to her chest.   ❝   you can’t tell her !   ❞   she quickly closed the gap between herself and the detective,   looking up at him with panic.   ❝   i’m   serious,   don’t tell her !   i’m still trying to get a ride in their domo,  she definitely won’t let me in if she knows.   ❞   her arm jutted up,   holding a finger inches from benoit’s nose.   ❝   an unbreakable pinky promise of silence to commemorate our very first,   and   awfully embarrassing,   shared secret ?   ❞

meeting   @dinopunching​​   was something that had become such a far fetched fantasy,  that kamala had to   physically pinch   the thin skin of her elbow to remind herself it was real.   in her makeshift costume,  she paled in comparison beside the polished blonde.   ❝   carol,  can i call you carol ?   it makes it sound like we’re already friends,   which would be great,   but maybe that’s rude and improper so let’s pretend i didn’t even ask that.   so cap   —   nope,   sorry,   one more time   —   captain marvel,   ❞   kamala khan,  you bumbling idiot.   how many times had she rehearsed exactly what she’d say if she ever miraculously bumped into her idol ?   she’d had scripted introductions ready for all sorts of first meetings:   nearly walking straight into carol as she turned a corner with her starbucks coffee,   watching carol swoop down to save her from impending peril,   even what she’d say if she hopped into the back of an uber only to find her uber pool companion to be none other than captain marvel herself.   yet here she was,   tripping over her words and barely managing to stand still.   ❝   okay so i know you’re probably here for some   serious   butt kicking,  and you’re really busy,   and i don’t want to keep you from it,  but I’m kind of your biggest fan and was hoping i could get a quick,   super quick,   selfie with you.   ❞   she paused to take a deep breath in.   ❝   or even a hug,  yeah,  that works too.   ❞