Most Important Part Of The Writing Process Actually Is When You Loop A Single Song On Max Volume And

Please appreciate my first real fanvideo for the Leveage OT3 set to Flaws by Bastille! I'm pretty proud of it and my Leverage Secret Santa giftee (@nickelkeep) seemed to think it was pretty swell!

You can also bookmark this fanvid on AO3!

everything is cold

realtalk the least realistic thing about Endgame is how Clint shows up with a highly detailed full arm sleeve tattoo of a skeleton samurai and a viper, the edgiest tattoo possible, and no one says a single, fucking, thing.

Not even Tony. Like come ON you cannot tell me he didn't see that and go, "Mid-life crisis much?"

though on second thought I guess Clint would probably punch him in the throat so, maybe it was just self-preservation.

it's still funny, though.

dj, cue the jock jams, please

another history making marvel post I never see anyone talk about is “so is nobody helping blade kill all those vampires”

went over an old sketch again to fix it up a bit bc ??? I am still wondering ??? where the hell white vision went??? babe your wife is right there (under a pile of rocks) :/

The Howling Commandos cast talking about their characters.

Nat and Liho

战后生活

So when Agatha woke up and realized Nicky wasn't next to her, that the thing she'd been dreading all these years had finally happened. How many times was it the reverse? How many times did she fall asleep to nightmares of just that scenario, of him just suddenly gone like he never existed, completely out of her reach, no way to stop it or even say goodbye. How many times did she have that nightmare only to wake up to him still tucked up next to her, his warmth and his scent still there, her still able to pull him closer and feel his heartbeat?

How many times did that happen? And when it finally happened for real, how long did it take for Agatha to fully accept that this wasn't another nightmare, that she'd never wake up next to him again, never feel that relief she'd felt every day for 6 years when she realized he was still there?

How many times after that did she wake up and still reach for him in those first moments when she's still more asleep than awake, still reach out for him and say his name only to open her eyes and wake up properly, and be trapped once again in a reality where her son's been gone 5 years, 10 years, 100 years, 200? How many times over the centuries has she reached for him in those first moments of consciousness only to realize that she's alone again, still, always?