@offantasiesandfear​ asked: “what did you just say?”// for Darcy to my Wanda?

Darcy had spent hours and hours watching WandaVision. She could see the love that Wanda had for Vision. Losing him, watching him die the way he did. 

She couldn’t blame her for how she handled it.

Darcy had never felt the love that was obvious between Vis and Wanda, for herself. But she knew she couldn’t blame her for wanting him back. 

She knew it was Wanda that started it all, but it wasn’t her fault for how far it went.

But either way, Darcy looked at her, and with a soft smile on her lips, replied.

“I said, I don’t blame you.” She replied.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, had to do what you did to Vision, only to have Thanos do what he did. I’m sorry you came back after 5 years to a screwed up world, where they were treating Vis like something to experiment on.” She  then said softly.

This definitely describes each member of The Breakfast Club in some way and that includes Jasmine and Sheila.

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         "You wanna put down the pea shooter, Rambo?" probably not smart, advancing on someone aiming a crossbow at you but the truth is? If Faith had a nickel for every time someone aimed a fricking crossbow at her, "Don't drop that thing, I'm just gonna take it from you. I mean, you gotta know that, right?"

ANIMALS OF FARTHING WOODS | ACCEPTING @offantasiesandfear​ asked: ‘ you have to eat, don’t you? ’  - From Fred

The question amused her, especially in the girl’s cute little accent. God, she was exactly Angelus’s type and Darla couldn’t help but steal a glance at Angel. Her boy must be rioting inside there. But on the outside Angel was as calm as anyone might be after finding out they knocked up their demon ex. She got nothing form him and so she returned her attention to the girl standing in front of her.

Darla’s own demon was screaming out. She wanted nothing more than to tear Fred in two. But in a room full of Good Guys she knew she would be dust before the first drop of sun-drenched Texan blood touched her tongue. Instead she opted for snark.