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  • <p> <b>Fanfic:</b> Two cinnamon rolls fall for each other.<p/><b>Me:</b> Cool<p/><b>Fanfic:</b> Two pure unadulterated badasses fall for each other.<p/><b>Me:</b> N I C E<p/><b>Fanfic:</b> A Pure unadulterated badass and a cinnamon roll fall for each other<p/><b>Me:</b> F U C K Y E S<p/></p>

pan-friedsexual  asked:

Do you have any advice for people trying to improve their art?

YASSSS, okay so:

- draw a lot from reference! Copy is GOOD, look at things you like and draw them out as identically as you can, absorb their goodness like an unholy sponge

- watch a lot of stuff, like my long dead grandma used to say: “you need to have a full stomach before cooking for others”, in other words, you gotta read and watch stuff, be it books, comics, mangas, movies, television series..etc. Inspiration and good ideas don’t come from nowhere amigo

- diversify your practice, touch everything! try different mediums (acrylics, digital, pastels, markers…), different styles (manga, cartoon, realistic, geometric…), different things (objects, animals, plants, environments)..etc!

- go check out videos and tutorials on the net, there’s so many of them on youtube, here’s my own art tutorial playlist if it helps!! not everyone can afford art classes so watching the way others work and learning from their experience is an amazing free alternative.

- don’t be afraid of constructive criticism! different views can help notice stuff you didn’t, but try to get the opinion of an art teacher or smt, someone with experience and not Jimmy from across the street who just happens to dislike purple and Shrek

- get unhealthfully obsessed with something, no really, its amazing how productive one can get when they’re FUCKING OBSESSED….so yeah, fanarts are the way to go and it makes others happy too so it’s two for one. 

- try to start a comic, this isn’t for everyone but it worked for me. Ever notice how much mangaka’s art progress over the course of the serialization? It’s the same principle coz drawing a story, panels by panels, let’s you practice a wide range of facial expressions, character design, backgrounds, props…etc. and it even helps u ameliorate your grammar lmao. And of course, your story’s gon be embarrassing and horrible and unoriginal, but just get down to it!!!!

I used to draw different comics too, the longest one was a huh…..hm…. *clears throat*, a retelling of that Daughter of Evil Vocaloid song but set in an Alice in Wonderland world………. and I spent 8 complete sketchbooks on it….

it was an orgy of all those bad anime cliches complete with cheesy one-liners directly imported from Hollywood movies

but hey, it helped me get to where I am today, so it’s worth it!

- get a cheap sketchbook, so you won’t end up with a gazillion loose leaf paper or cry when u waste the fancy bristol paper by drawing dicky mcdick on it. I personally use Strathmore or Canson, it’s cheap but not shitty quality either 

- keep practicing!! like seriously guys, your art will be fifty shades of awful and you will want to chuck it out the window but there’s no shortcut. Just draw every day until you fill a buttload of sketchbooks and you’ll eventually get somewhere, 

^^^^^ this is how many I’ve filled in the span of 5 years

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here’s a link for nude ref coz drawing naked people always help, and here’s my art tutorial tag on my side-blog

and here’s a link to a weirdly inspiring comic I’ve seen, like???? I don’t know why but it cheers me up whenever i feel down about my art^^

deadline.com
DC Digital Service To Launch With ‘Titans’ Series From Greg Berlanti & Akiva Goldsman And ‘Young Justice: Outsiders’
EXCLUSIVE: Warner Bros is making a big move in digital with one of its flagship brands. Warner Bros and DC Entertainment are behind a new, DC-branded service that will debut in 2018 with two high-p…
By Nellie Andreeva

EXCLUSIVE: Warner Bros is making a big move in digital with one of its flagship brands. Warner Bros and DC Entertainment are behind a new, DC-branded service that will debut in 2018 with two high-profile comic book-themed original TV series: the live-action Titans, from the king of the CW DC universe Greg Berlanti, Akiva Goldsman, Geoff Johns, Sarah Schechter and Warner Bros TV, and the anticipated revival of cult animated series Young Justice, from Warner Bros Animation. It will be titled Young Justice: Outsiders.

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More April rewards! (Early access /Exclusive acess /HQ unwatermarked art only for my Patrons!)

  • April Subject: Western Magical Girls. 
  • Type of Fanart: Something Cool.
  • Characters: Will Vandom, Irma Lair, Taranee Cook, Cornelia Hale and Hay Lin, from W.I.T.C.H. tv/comic book series
Whoa, I remember I really struggled with this one!!!! ♥ when you want to make an “easy Fan Art” and you end up drawing 5 characters together in a technique you’re not used to…. OMG! I used to watch W.I.T.C.H. on Disney channel back when I was a teenager, and I loved it! ♥ Now imagine my surprise when I discovered it was based on a comic book, illustrated by the great duo of Barbara Canepa and Alessandro Barbucci! Well, I went crazy about the story!!!! So… for my April rewards, I HAD TO draw all of the guardians! ♥
ID #69090

Name: Beatrice
Age: 20
Country: Australia

Hey! I’m Beatrice and I’ve always thought this penpal thing sounded so interesting and maybe it was about time I give it a go. Currently in my 3rd year of uni majoring in economics and sociology so definitely a topic of interest but I love learning and talking about all kinds and things.

I like video games, typically story based ones but I’m currently into Overwatch, even though I’m not the best haha. Really big music lover and I listen to all kinds depending on my mood, so rnb, pop, folk, rock, punk, rap, etc. Also really into books, comics, watching shows/movies, being active. I guess I live in phases where I cycle between all these interests but I love hearing about other people’s interest and am open to trying new experiences.

I’m kinda in a unsettling and confusing sorta place in my life right now so it’d be great having someone I can maybe talk to about the bad days as well as the good ones. Plus I’ve been a bit bored recently and since I’ve never made an international friend I’m keen to hear about other countries and broadening my horizons so to speak.

Preferences: someone around my age and over 18 would be good
I’m bi so someone who’s LGBT would be nice but not necessary

Juxtapositions

Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to the comic books or the TV series. I am merely borrowing the characters. And all I own is my imagination and the laptop I wrote this on.

A/N: One more story to tide us all over until the next episode. I really hope you’ll enjoy it. I also post on Archiveofourown so if you have the time, please find me there and review. :)

Juxtapositions

And despite his bad reputation, he will be the one that makes her feel safe.

Betty had seen him. She had witnessed him slip away when he thought no one was paying attention and walk away as if he had a secret to keep. Instinctively, she had followed him, both surprised and curious when he had led her to the Twilight Drive-In and disappeared inside through the backdoor with his employee key. Jughead hadn’t come back out and not knowing quite what to make of it, she had left.

Yet, a couple of days later, on a Sunday morning, Betty couldn’t fight the urge any longer, the feeling that something wasn’t right. She traced his steps back to the movie theater. It was one of those quiet and crisp mornings on which most people were still lounging in bed or out for a late breakfast with friends. Her restlessness had woken her early and she had left the house swiftly and thoughtlessly in the slightly cropped flamingo pink t-shirt she had gone to bed in over a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and white sneakers. Her initial intention had been to go for a walk to clear her mind, but instead, her feet had carried her with a destination in mind and brought her to the same door Jughead had slipped through a few days before.

Betty tried the door, expecting to find it unlocked since there was usually an employee or two around who had gotten stuck with cleaning or preparing for some kid’s party. She had never been inside the drive-in before and found the inside smaller than she had pictured it to be, the short hallway leading to a single room that acted as a storage space as well as held the movie projector. Film reels were everywhere she looked, but scattered throughout she spotted items that didn’t belong: a plaid shirt slung over a chair, a pair of black ripped jeans left on the floor, paperbacks stacked on the bed and empty soda cans discarded on the desk. A bag that had clothes spilling from it sat in front of the bed, the entire room a reflection of the boy who had been calling this his home.

Sadness sunk into her bones, leaving her heart heavy. So many questions filled her head. Betty reached for the cell phone she remembered leaving at home after which she realized that Jughead didn’t carry one anyway. In her current powerlessness, she lowered herself on the cot Jughead had been using as a bed as she looked around the room once more.

On his bed was where Jughead found her. A sudden and vivid pop of color amid the gray and charcoal, an intentional eye-catcher to draw in his gaze. She lay on her back, one hand curled close to her head while the other was sprawled on the sliver of bare skin that peeked out from beneath the ridden-up shirt. She looked comfortable as if it was something she had done before like she had been in his room before when really they had never been close enough. Each being the third wheel in their respective relationship with Archie. He sometimes wondered if she was as aloof as she seemed while she questioned if he was too aware of everything going on around him. But if he were honest with himself he knew that there were secrets behind those beguiling baby blues while she was aware of the fact that his inquisitive regard for others was a distraction, a way to keep the world and its people at bay.

Figuring that she most likely needed the rest, Jughead moved around the room as if he wasn’t there at all, having experience in the act. He considered grabbing his laptop but didn’t want to risk waking her prematurely so he settled on a book. He sat back in the single chair in the room, resting his feet on the table. He was on the 4th chapter when her eyes fluttered open, sleep still lacing her limbs as she sluggishly rolled onto her side, eyes instantly finding him.

You didn’t wake me,“ she said in a tone that was supposed to be accusatory though the sharpness fell short.

"You needed it,” Jughead declared simply. He held up the open book. “Plus, I’ve been meaning to reread this.”

Her eyes didn’t flick to the title of the novel in his hands but remained focused on him. “This is your room,” she stated. “Is it that bad at home?” Betty knew that his father struggled religiously with his sobriety as well as maintaining a steady job. It wasn’t a secret in this town, but it still hurt since Jughead knew that Betty’s source had most likely been a more reliable one and that meant that Archie hadn’t managed to keep his mouth shut.

“Dad,” he started, lowering his eyes to the pages in front of him as if the solution was right there if he only knew how to interpret the words. “He tries. But after so many times, I don’t want to be there and watch him fail over and over. He barely noticed whether I was there or not. It’s more peaceful like this. For me.”

Betty pushed herself upwards and his eyes shot upwards, her intent clear to him before her feet had managed to find the floor. He got up instead, the book already forgotten on the desk. He paced over to one of the many shelves, arms crossed as he pretended to go through the titles on the film reels.

“Juggy,” she said his name softly as she attempted to hand him a lifeline, something to clutch onto so he wouldn’t spiral downwards too far.

He recognized the benign intent behind it, even when he felt the anger flare up inside of him, cracking his outer shell. He lost his hold on it as if it were a rope that was being forcibly yanked out of reach. The emotion was misplaced, an inevitable reaction to all the things he had been keeping to himself. And like an out of body experience, he heard and saw the violent way the words left his mouth. “I’m not looking for your pity or help. You weren’t even supposed to know. I’m doing just fine.” He didn’t know whether he was reassuring the girl on his bed or himself. He turned from the shelf to look at her, features set and hard as he continued. “You tell me who’s doing better, me, who’s on my own or you, stuck in that house with all of your family’s lies and secrets all the while keeping up appearances and feigning as if your life is so perfect. Pretense breeds enervation.” He delivered the final blow by simply nodding his head in her direction. “Just look at you.”

Raw hurt cut through her expression suddenly and sharply and while she attempted to keep it all from showing because she knew this was just him lashing out, a symptom of his pain, the brace face she was putting on was crumbling.

Betty lowered her head, her chest tight and fingers pulling at the covers as she breathed through the tears that were so close to springing to her eyes. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” She looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Like you said, you’re doing fine.” She got up, fingers curled inwards. “I should get home. But just so you know, those secrets and lies you’re referring to, they aren’t mine. They’re my mom and dad’s. And Polly’s. I’d like to be free of them one day. Though, I suppose I’d hoped that my friends would already know this.” She tried meeting his eyes once, but he looked at everything but her as he silently came to terms that perhaps he was much more broken than he would like to admit.

Betty took the few steps over to the door, but Jughead was faster. He stood in front of her, fingers on her wrist as he caught her before she could pull open the door. “Betts,” he said her name as if he already knew how futile his words would seem. The damage was done and hadn’t his mom taught him how irrevocable words could be? Still, he tried, pouring all of his regret and dissatisfaction with himself and his situation into the words. “I didn’t mean those things.”

Betty let out the breath she had been holding, long lashes still hiding her eyes from him. “I know. They still hurt, though.” She mustered a watery smile. “But it’s okay. You’re sad and when people are sad they sometimes pretend they’re doing just fine.” She used his own words against him to prove a point, even though there was only concern in her expression when she finally looked at him. “Where are you doing to stay once the Twilight Drive-In closes?”

Jughead looked young to her as he just shrugged, not having an answer for her. She laced her fingers with his and squeezed. “You’re not alone in this, Jughead. We’ll figure something out.”

“That’s why I didn’t want anyone to find out. Especially you. It would be another thing for you to worry about.”

She used her free hand to lightly shove against his chest, needing a physical release for the frustration she was feeling towards him. “You don’t keep things from your friends just because you think it will worry them. That’s what they’re for. I’m for.”

She tightened her hold on his hand and he smiled. “If I’m the Kettle you’re the Pot.”

“I’m fine,” she told him, not wanting the light to fade from his eyes. She tried pulling her hand free, but Jughead wouldn’t let her. A sigh escaped her. “There’s something going on. My parents are lying to me about something. Something important. I just don’t know what.”

“Yet,” Jughead fine-tuned her reply. “I’ll be the Watson to your Holmes, Cooper.”

He said it in a light way, taking the edge from their words, their secrets. Her gaze roamed over his face: the midnight locks so carelessly shoved beneath the crown beanie, the disarming conviction in his jaw and the kindness in his blue and green eyes. She worried about him. About what would happen to him when he already seemed unattached from the world and too derisive for his own good, cutting down not only others with his humor but also himself. But he was also so many other things that you only managed to catch a glimpse of if he let you get close enough. Unable to help herself, her other hand went up and she touched her fingers to his cheek.

“Don’t retreat too much, Juggy. I would miss you too much.” The words were cryptic but the emotion strong and genuine. It reverberated through him and it compelled him to tug at her hand and pull her against him, holding her to him. Betty’s other hand clung to the shirt he was wearing while she pressed her face against his chest, inhaling him while his arm came around her waist. He wished he could take a snapshot of this exact moment, but he knew the restful feeling would be there every time he thought of it. The feeling of home.

“If I don't—can’t figure out my situation, I’ll let you know,” he promised her. “Okay?” He whispered against her, her very feminine scent of vanilla and dandelions enveloping him, a wildness contained. Beautiful and fragile while simultaneously enduring and free. Her fingers were a slight and comfortable warmth against his chest, the thin fabric in between a nuisance, hindering a carnal connection.

He felt her nod against him. “Okay.”

They stayed entwined for another breath or two, leaving their imprints on one another before disentangling.

“Let’s go to Pop’s. For lunch,” Jughead suggested.

Betty looked down at herself, all of a sudden self-conscious of the bright pink shade of her shirt, the flash of bare skin. It was an insecurity brought on by her mother.

“Hey, at least you didn’t sleep in your clothes.”

Betty smiled at that, not thinking about the words too much. “I look fine,” she agreed with him.

“Some would say more than fine even,” Jughead leaned in and shared recklessly, his lips as close to her skin as they had ever been.

The colors of her cheeks deepened, the tone now closer to the shirt she was wearing. She didn’t know where to look, though he offered her a distraction when he grabbed his denim jacket from a makeshift hook behind him and held it out to her. He had noticed how her arm had crept across her waist despite her words, or his.

Betty shrugged on his jacket without saying anything while he pulled on the flannel shirt he had tied around his waist.

Jughead opened the door for her, waiting for her to pass before he followed.

If people saw them, they would appear mismatched but it wasn’t the external that bound them together, that mattered.

It was more deep-rooted than that.

thelordessofpoorwriting  asked:

As apparently the ask disappeared for you (didn't know about that either until you told me), the request is as follows: Libra in a look of the comic book series/television show Preacher. Good luck!

All right, I can’t really do a comic book style, but I did my best to give him a look from Preacher~ I can’t imagine Libra smoking, but perhaps it could happen after he feels stressed out enough. Not around the kids, though, the kiddos need to be protected. Hopefully you like it! (^∇^)

Coming onto this show has been such an amazing experience. Like you said it’s one of the biggest comic book series on TV, there is such a loyal fan base. It’s fun to interact with them and hear their feedback about the show, especially since it’s almost always positive! Also being able to work with such amazing cast members has been so exciting and informative.

Sorry if this sounds rant like but here we go…..

As a straight woman I find the lack of LGBT characters in comics, films and TV shows annoying. It’s sad that we’re in 2016 and we still can’t have a main or supporting character who’s Gay/bi/trans that doesn’t get killed off!

Come on writers, let’s give Tony Stark a best friend who’s a lesbian and have him insist on helping her find dates so he can play the ultimate wing man!

Let’s have a trans character leading their own team in the X-Men!

Let’s give Gotham a Bi superhero that joins the Bat family!

Let’s have a Gay longterm relationship in a top TV show and here’s an idea don’t kill one of them off!

I understand I may lose followers over this post, but after seeing the state of a good friend of mine after getting the crap kicked out of him for holding his boyfriends hand in the park. After the terrible tragedy in Orlando….isn’t it time things changed? Isn’t it time we all learn to accept each other for who we are?

Isn’t it time to stop the hate?

It’s time to spread the love, in the real world and the fictional one.

Xx

Authors Note: Hi! This is my first one shot ever so take it easy on me. The reader is Australian (purely for the snappy attitude of “if we were in Australia you’d be fucking melting you weaklings” or “you think that’s a big spider? Peter I’ve seen spiders bigger than you” and the fourth wall breaking that will definitely come when Deadpool comes in)

Pairing: Avengers/reader, Xmen/reader, Deadpool/reader, AOS/reader

Summary/Prompt: The reader some how gets sent to a world where The Avengers, Xmen, Agents of Shield, Nextflix’s Daredevil and Jessica Jones are all in the same universe.

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“Ok so you found her in the middle of no where, asleep, fully clothed, with a Star Wars bag next to her?” Wanda asked, peering into the window of the white container to see the mysterious girl that was brought in by a group of people she didn’t know.

“That basically sums it up.” The man who introduced himself as Phill Coulson said turning to her and nodding slightly.

“Her vitals are fine, no radiation, no wounds, bumps or bruises.” Jemma Simmons, a British doctor with PH.D’s in fields she couldn’t even pronounce sighed from across the room while looking at the monitors. “It’s as if someone just dumped her in the middle of the forest and left via Bifrost to get our attention.”

“She’s moving!” Pietro loudly announced with his face pressed against the window. Fizt and Simmons moved quickly to where the speedster was standing and looked through the glass with him, Bobbie, Mack, Lincon and Daisy soon following.

“You’re alive.” It wasn’t a question at this point and Coulson sighed lightly while turning to the still shocked Avengers in front of him.

“Yes I’m alive. I was brought back to life by an alien DNA that almost drove me completely crazy but I’m here with one less hand. Can we move on?”

“What makes you think we can help?” Steve was the first to snap out of it and started walking towards the glass to see what the speedster was so impressed about.

When he did his eyes nearly bulged out of his eye sockets when he saw the woman stretching like cat, arms above her head, shirt riding up to her ribs and hair a tousled nest of bed hair curls. When he looked back to Coulson waiting for an answer some pops could be heard and an outright filthy moan left the woman’s lips. Everyone then went to the window to see she was still sound asleep on her stomach this time with her left leg hanging off the small bed comfortably and her head buried in the duvet and pillow.

“We were hoping with Thor around he could help with some theory’s about where she’s from and how she got here.” Daisy cut in looking at Thor who was just as lost as the rest of them.

“What about facial recognition? Finger prints? DNA tests.” Natasha stepped back and turned to Dr. Simmons.

“We haven’t done DNA but the rest?” She frowned with a sigh. “We run everything though every system there possibly is, even Daisy hacked into a few we didn’t have and nothing.”

“Nothing?” Tony was next to walk away from the white box with a frown.

“It’s as if she doesn’t exist.”

“What if she doesn’t?” Clint asked looking through the glass at the sleeping woman, when he saw everyone’s confused expressions he continued. “Not here anyway we know that. But what she isn’t from here?”

“She can’t be from a different realm. I mean look at her.” Bobbie added. “She has a Wonder Woman shirt on, caps shield helix bar, ripped skinny jeans, heeled batman boots and a Star Wars bag.”

“Are we talking alternate universe theory.” Bruce piped up turning to his team mates.

“That would fit.” Simmons tilted her head in agreement.

“But how did she get here.” Fitz turned to Simmons and they went to the monitor before they heard Pietro speak up.

“Wait Batman? As in DC comics? What about the flash?” Everyone gave him questioning looks and he rolled his eyes. “Didn’t flash have a huge thing where he ran so fast he time traveled? What if it’s something like that? What if she’s a mutant?”

“That why we’ve called the X-Men for help as well, they’ll be here shortly with Deadpool to see if he’s run into anything like this.” May answered leaning against a desk top with her arms crossed.

“Not Wade!” Peter Parker groaned in annoyance.

“Problem?” Lance looked at the kid with amusement, knowing just how bad the merc could get.

“He thinks we’re dating.” Peter replied unamused causing everyone to chuckle.

“Pietro get away from the glass! She’s not an animal at the zoo!” Wanda scolded her twin.

“Pft that’s obvious.” He turned back to glass.

“Why are you so desperate to look at her?” Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow. He turned to her with a sassy face ready to give her a sassier reply but he was interrupted by a croaky, deep, morning voice.

“Well I’m drop dead gorgeous what would you expect?”

*****

“My name is-“

“Nicholas J. Fury. Former director of SHIELD and a pain in HYDRA’s ass.” The woman sat across from him answered almost like second nature. “I know.”

“Well I’m at a disadvantage.” She raised an eyebrow. “You know me but I don’t know you.”

“If you want to ask me questions you don’t have to do it super spy style like I’m an enemy or some shit. Just ask me the questions.” Fury was taken back by the woman calmness of the situation and lent back in his chair. Behind the double sided mirror next to them Tony chuckled.

“I like her.” He said nodding while everyone else in the room looked on in curiosity.

“Where are you from?”

“Planet earth, Queensland, Australia. The place where from the minute you’re born everything under the sun is trying to kill you. Including the sun as it turns out.”

“She’s not lying there.” Coulson said turning to them. “Have you seen the spiders there?”

“Why can’t we find you in any of our systems?”

“Have you asked your systems that question? It might have a better answer than me.”

“Can you cut it with the smart ass answers?” Funny said annoyed.

“Can you cut it with the boring ass questions? I feel like we’re on a date arranged by our parents which is weird because you’re old enough to be my dad.” She scrunched up her nose and looking at the double sided mirror remembering the part in Kingsmen when Egsy recognised it and punched it open under water. “Is Bobbie Morse in there?”

Fury frowned at the question and brought his hands together.

“Why do you want to know that?” She rolled her eyes at him, knowing he’s looking for a hidden reason as to why she’d want her in here.

“Relax Patchy the Pirate, she’s just a better interrogator than you. Plus she likes Star Wars.” As much as she liked the guy, he was getting on her nerves.

A thoroughly annoyed Fury stood in the room behind the double sided mirror watching Agent Morse talk with the woman they still didn’t know the name of. Tony was holding in laughter making his face turn bright red along with Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bruce and the twins. Coulson’s team just watched with amusement while Peter hung from the ceiling upside down eating a bag of chips he’d occasionally share with Pietro and Clint.

“What’s your name?” Bobbie started with a kind smile.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” She replied at more ease.

“Age?”

“Depends, what year is it?” Bobbie frowned before answering.

“2018.” Y/N’s eyes widened before she looked down.

“Shit.” She whispered. “Well that means I’m 19.”

She brought her elbows on the metal table and started rubbing her temples to ease the headache she could feel coming on.

“How do you know so much about us?” Bobbie continued.

“You want the honest truth?” She asked, not really sure she should tell them, when Bobbie nodded and leaned forward she sighed before answering. “Where I’m from, every single one of you are either comic book characters, tv shows, Netflix series or movies. You’re all frictional. Thor or anyone related to him doesn’t exist, or if he does he’s staying the hell away from earth, Cree never came to earth and started the Inhumans program, in World War two HYDRA never existed Steve was never born-although there was a Russian Bucky doppelgänger in the U.S.S.R. called James Barnes and a Sargent James Barnes somewhere else-Tony was never born, the technology is way less advanced, SHIELD never happened-any disaster that lead the Avengers getting involved never happened, New York, The Mandarin, Washington, Ultron, PYM Industries. None of it happened because it was in a comic book or TV or on the movie screen.”

Bobbie was silent before she leaned back in her chair with her mouth slightly agape.

“Jesus Christ you’re telling the truth.” Y/N nodded with a small sad smile. “What about us? Or rather not us?”

“Actors. Your name is Adrianne Palicki.”

“What about the rest of them?” Bobbie shook her head trying to wrap her head around it.

“All actors. You and your team are a TV show called Agents of Shield, Steve, Thor and Tony with their solo films, The Avengers, Avengers Age of Ultron which doesn’t really make sense because it only lasted a few days.”

“Yeah.” Bobbie agreed nodding.

“More like The Long Weekend Of Ultron.” Bobbie hummed in agreement. “But there was so much wrong with that movie anyway.”

“Really?” Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes leaning back in her chair while slouching.

“So much. Joss Whedon directed in and wrote it to basically be his own messed up fanfiction so he could have his ship.” Bobbies face went horrified at the mention of Joss but leaned forward with a determined face. Just before she was about to speak the door opened to revel Natasha dragging in a chair.

“Tell me everything.” She said pointing to Y/N sternly and sitting down next to Bobbie.

“Ok.” Y/N got business like, tucking her chair in so her stomach touched the table and pointed to Natasha. “Do you and Banner have a thing?”

Natasha was thrown off by the question and she frowned. “No.”

“Did you ever have a thing?” She said double checking.

“No.”

“Thank fucking Christ!” It looked like a weight had been lifted from Y/N’s shoulders. “Well Joss made it that you two did but it was so poorly written because in the first Avengers movie there was nothing. No chemistry no hint at a romance like yeah you went and got him and yeah you tried to calm him down but that was it. You had an inside joke, you were friendly that’s it.

“AOU rolls around and it’s suddenly ‘oh Bruce I adore you! Let’s run away and be misfits together!’ Like.. Don’t get me wrong I could’ve accepted the ship if it was written well but the way he made you out to be was just.. Not you..”

“What was the first Avengers movie?” Bobbie said frowning.

“Loki and the Chitari.” Y/N realised she got a head of herself and tried slowing down to make easier to understand.

“Tony wants to know what his solo films are called.” Bobbie sighed while rolling her eyes.

“Iron Man, Iron Man 2, Iron Man 3-they’re not really that creative.” Natasha nodded and took out a Stark phone to give to Y/N.

“Put everything on a timeline so it’s easier.” Nat said handing her the phone.

“Shit you mean these are a thing?!” Y/N took the device with wide eyes, huge smile as she looked at it with amazement. “I thought it was just in the fanfiction!”

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Tagging: @uncomfortable-writers @imagine-that-marvel @alloftheimaginesblog (not really a Merlin one shot but I’m still writing it) @stupidcleverjoke

Beautiful Crime
Tamer
Beautiful Crime

Each step I left behind
Each road you know is mine
Walking on the line ten stories high
Say you’ll still be by my side.

If I could take your hand
If you could understand
That I can barely breath the air is thin
I fear the fall and where we’ll land.

We fight every night for something
When the sun sets we’re both the same
Half in the shadows
Half burned in flames
We can’t look back for nothin’
Take what you need say your goodbyes
I gave you everything
And it’s a beautiful crime.

Each breath I left behind
Each breath you take is mine
Walking on the line ten stories high
Fear a fall you’re asking why

We’re leaving the things we lost
Leaving the ones we’ve crossed
I have to make an end so we begin
To save my soul at any cost.

We fight every night for something
When the sun sets we’re both the same
Half in the shadows
Half burned in flames
We can’t look back for nothin’
Take what you need say your goodbyes
I gave you everything.
This darkness is the light.

This darkness is the light.

We fight every night for something
When the sun sets we’re both the same
Half in the shadows
Half burned in flames
We can’t look back for nothin’
Take what you need say your goodbyes
I gave you everything
And it’s a beautiful crime.

The signs as Fan girls

Comic book Fangirl: Taurus & Virgo

Netflix / TV Fangirl: Leo & Sagittarius

Music Fangirl: Aries & Pisces

Book Fangirl: Gemini & Cancer

Movie Fangirl: Libra & Capricorn

Anime Fangirl: Scorpio & Aquarius

“Supergirl” Is The Most Politically Progressive Show On Television

The CW series — which has a female immigrant hero at its center — is even more committed to inclusive stories in its second season.

“Truth, justice, and the American way” has been the tagline and mission statement for Superman for over 75 years. Now, on The CW’s Supergirl, Superman’s cousin Kara Zor-El (Melissa Benoist) has taken up the mantle during one of the most politically divisive times in American history. Her unrelenting commitment to these core principles has made her — and the series on which she stars — border on radical, particularly given that Kara is a woman and an immigrant.

Her gender alone makes the show a rare exception among the many male-dominated comic book series on television, a fact that has given Supergirl a progressive slant from its inception. “We’re telling a story about a woman with incredible power, and unfortunately that is automatically a political discussion,” executive producer Sarah Schechter told BuzzFeed News in a phone interview. “It’s really in the DNA of the show, in its core, that it’s about a strong woman.”

“Our desire is to reflect back not just the world that we live in, but the world that we could live in.”

Supergirl’s second season has focused heavily on the rights of undocumented aliens like Kara, a not-so-subtle allegory for the country’s contentious immigration debate — and, showrunner Andrew Kresiberg acknowledged, at least partly a response to the xenophobic rhetoric that dominated the 2016 US presidential campaign. And while the show may be addressing immigration metaphorically, it’s also embraced inclusion head-on.

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