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Dude so little notes?
This is really relevant to our followers, who are regularly stalked by TITP trolls and other fat haters (and since fat’s a big intersectional issue, who get other forms of hate as well).
I have people write me a lot asking how to deal with anon hate. This could be an excellent resource.
Reblogged purely to make Amanda smile.
This is the best thing that was ever made so just turn off the planet now because we can all go home. Thank you, it’s been a great show.
This was always one of my favorite Avengers covers…..and/or Hawkeye. I dunno. UMVC3 made me just love this power-move between the two.
Planning on getting this comic after I win the ebay bid for all four issues of Hawkeyes 80’s series.
Something mere mortals can’t do, but you could never stop a bank robbery? That’s a useless superhuman ability. I can always always save a hollandaise sauce no matter how separated it gets. I’ve known great chefs who can’t do that, but it’s never gonna stop a guy with a ski mask and a bag full of stolen cash. (Unless he really really likes eggs benedict, I guess).
Iron Man Graffiti
It looks like a picture, this is so perfect!
Cloak and Dagger by Walter O’Neal
Buckle the fuck up and be ready for Mr. Martin to destroy everything you love. No spoilers here, but if you like someone they are very likely to be dead by the end. If you dislike somone, they are very likely to be likeable and then dead by the end. If you truly want to see someone die their death will either be meaningless, or leave you with and empty sick feeling. Oh and I wouldn’t want to forget the seething hatred you feel for… well, for everyone you thought you identified with.
Seriously. I figured it out at the end of A Feast For Crows. He hates fantasy and he wants to punish the living fuck out of you for liking it at all.
Heed my warning, you are in for bitter disappointment from now on you.
You have been warned. Do not cry to me when you can’t take anymore and give up. Just belly up to the bar and order us a round, ok?