“A trickster demoness so cunning, she persuaded the Ruler of Inferno into handing her a piece of the Queen’s powerful gown. Madama Tyche now gives and takes life wherever she pleases, throwing random luck into Iustitia’s balance and disturbing it for her own amusement. Pledging one’s soul to her grants the chance of gaining anything and the promise of losing everything.”
This is what happens when you talk to Angie about Dylan, Hoech and Avengers at the same time. If Hobrien joined the Avengers…
Hoech as Super McReynolds suited in supes mesh crop top with cape and spandex pants, Dylan as Mr. Met with a T-shirt Cannon. Everyone seems to take this Halloween party to serious extremes, even the Chitauri CGI looks realistic…wait.
Dylan: What the fu-
Stark: He’s dressed like a muppet, let the boy curse.
Hoech: Hey, he’s not a muppet! He’s my-
Stark: Oh no, I’ve startled the 70s pornstar. Don’t get your stache in twist, Burt.
Hello friends! So I’ve been screaming about the amazing news of Helen’s pregnancy for the past few hours (SHE IS GOING TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING MOM) and because I have issues, my brain immediately started going a mile a minute, and the result was this fic. This will probably have more chapters if I’m feeling motivated. Hope you enjoy! Be kind to me. :)
a phoenix in the water ; “she had loved the idea of spreading truth like a fire, touching a lit candle to another candle and watching its flame come to life, until the whole world was bright and you saw everything clear.”
everybody’s doing it so why the hell should i // she’s got her ear to the walls and she’s tappin’ the calls, if you’ve got a secret, boy, forget about it // creatures seem to scream and faint, shadows blink and the laws will break // we know for sure they’re telling lies when they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies // in the city where i grew up the kids are dying now // mama who gave me no way to handle things // i think i made you up inside my head // when i awoke the moon still hung, the night so black that the darkness hummed // you have a mind to keep me quiet and although you can try, better men have hit their knees and bigger men have died // despite all the fools and liars, despite all of the wars, the pursuit of liberty is still a noble cause // let your words be anything but empty, why don’t you tell them the truth? // as the cold rushes over me i wonder what is real // with every small disaster i’ll let the waters still // i’m the hero of the story, don’t need to be saved
I remember when I was doing Rent and I was too thin, and I was doing that on purpose because I’m dying. I’m a HIV+ drug addict. And I remember everyone asking me when I was doing press for the movie, “What did you do to get so thin? You looked great!” and I’m like, “I looked e m a c i a t e d.”
It’s a form of violence in the way that we look at women and how we expect them to look and be. Not health, not survival, not enjoyment of life, but just so you can look ‘pretty’.