#helloooo <3

Ant-Man: Quantumania (apparently later this year of early next year) will highly likely, probably introduce Cassie Lang as Stature. (Which by the way, my nerd ass is incredibly excited about)

I have no clue who Vision (Jonas) is, but I’m hoping he’ll be introduced in Agatha: House of Harkness?

I haven’t watched tFatWS but I heard that they introduced Patriot.

I mean we have Kate Bishop as Hawkeye, Tommy as Speed, and Billy as Wiccan. (Also apparently there was a casting call for what people are guessing is Billy’s bf for HoH so that’d be interesting to watch)

And then we have Teddy as Hulkling. I MEAN SHE-HULK IS COMING SOON, so there we def have Hulkling.

SO THAT’S THE ENTIRE CAST OF YOUNG AVENGERS. But anyway, I digress.

To answer your question, I don’t think they’ll do it this year, unfortunately, because it’d be like spoilers for HoH, She-Hulk, AND Quantumania lmao. So next year maybe? And also, looking at the timeline, it’s currently going into 2023, and some still TBA, so the earliest we get Wanda again will most likely be Phase 5 maybe? Which would be in 2024 EARLIEST.

BUT FRET NOT! What If? S2 is coming later this year (according to the fandom wiki at least) and we’ll most definitely see some alt-Wanda.

I genuinely have no idea what they’re going to announce this comic-con, because the idea of announcing more shows in incredibly absurd to me (have you seen how many there are already)

So maybe it’ll be more information about the upcoming shows?

For now, I shall be rewatching DSMoM again and again because Wanda and reading fanfics until we get more news for her 😔

Also, this is entirely from what I’ve read from the internet and what I remember so please correct me if I’m wrong and I really hope I answered your question (I tend to ramble I’m sorry you had to read all that lmao)

@dearival @everybodyplaysalong @politropos @filloryyandfurther @tsnlesbian @thoroughbredsbian @heterophobicronan @spacesongmp3 @lovebrew @diyas @bolechudiyaan

[Poem transcript: “look, i know i promised for a week that i’d drink it, or throw it out, or put it away--at the very least--but i forgot anyways. i mean, there isn’t anything i can do about it now but say sorry, i guess. & i am, believe me, but does it matter all that much? we can get in the car & go for a drive down to the 7/11 on the corner of elm & third. i’ll buy you three big gulps if you promise to forgive me for the milk & the groceries & the laundry & whatever else it was i didn’t remember to do this morning. see, you have this habit of biting the hand that feeds you & i could never say no to anyone because my palm was perfectly built for everyone else’s fingers & i thought that just because the shoe fit i had to wear it. we painted the kitchen brighter a thousand times over but the color always washed you out, made you retreat into yourself at the dining table. lemon yellow was the worst, i think. then pastel blue & baby pink followed by the puke green i gave up on halfway through. you wanted a love like a sail unfurling over an open sea but instead you got lorraine, my density has brought me to you, you got never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run you down & desert you & yet you left me cornflower-blue and half-dead from heatstroke in the middle of a highway going nowhere. lost your glasses somewhere along the way & got into a staring contest with the sun as you worried at the edges of your shirt & said did you check? check again. are you sure? are you sure? look, i know that recently we’ve had our differences & recently we’ve had our difficulties but i want you to forgive me & i don’t want to talk about it & i don’t want to have to say i’m sorry. the spoiled milk on the kitchen counter & the inside-out drawers & all the mirrors we broke, you & i together, this time. i promised not to forget but i did, of course i did. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i know it doesn’t do anything but i am, really! i know mama would’ve shaken her head and said, baby, such a thing can’t last & i wouldn’t have believed her but i think she’s right on this one. i think maybe there’s a breaking point, i think maybe we’ve crossed the line i drew in the sand, i think this looks like the ending credits, the bloody carcass, the exit music. such a thing can’t last.