The news about Stan Lee is utterly heartbreaking I barely have words.
Thank you so much for all the incredible characters you gave us. For creating a universe which has made so many of us so happy, and will be so important to us for the rest of our lives.
The feisty writer, editor and publisher was responsible for such iconic characters as Spider-Man, X-Men, Thor, Iron Man, Black Panther and The Fantastic Four — ‘nuff said.
Stan Lee, the legendary writer, editor and publisher of Marvel Comics whose fantabulous but flawed creations made him a real-life superhero to comic-book lovers everywhere, has died. He was 95.
Lee, who began in the business in 1939 and created or co-created Black Panther, Spider-Man, X-Men, The Mighty Thor, Iron Man, The Fantastic Four, The Incredible Hulk, Daredevil, Ant-Man and other characters, died early Monday morning at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a source told The Hollywood Reporter.
Lee’s final few years were tumultuous. After Joan, his wife of 69 years, died in July 2017, he sued executives at POW! Entertainment — a company he founded in 2001 to develop film, TV and video game properties — for $1 billion for fraud, then abruptly dropped the suit weeks later.
Yes! i get so tired scrolling past long smut i didn’t want to read! preach it!
Exactly my point. It’s not YOUR – the reader’s – job to scroll hastily past something you don’t want to see. It’s OUR – the creator’s – job to make sure you don’t see something you have absolutely no interest in seeing.
Which is why I have exception tag lists, and I use the tags Stucky and not Marvel when necessary. It literally takes less than fifteen seconds [with the help of quick tags] to tag correctly. The option in XKit has honestly saved me so much time, I couldn’t live without it now.
And I’m not talking about tagging people, I’m talking about what you choose – or don’t – to tag your fic as.
Example: bucky barnes x female reader, nsfw; things like that
A lot of my fellow writers and I go out of our way to make sure that our fics are tagged correctly so as not to upset and drive away our friends / followers / fellow creators. You know why? One person’s kink isn’t for everyone.
Then there are a select few that don’t tag, then get butthurt and defensive when someone dare mention it.
While I have you’re attention, you know what’s also great to do? Adding a keep reading break. I don’t know how many times I’ve logged on to see that there are nsfw gifs on my dash that should have been hidden under a keep reading break. Same goes with nsfw text. If I want to read it, or see it, I’ll click the break. I’ll go to your blog and find it.
You know why? Not everyone wants dicks and tits and cum on their dash. ESPECIALLY if it isn’t a pairing they don’t want to see.
If you’re about to say just scroll past, slow your roll, sweetheart. That’s where tagging comes in handy. See, there’s this amazing invention called Tumblr XKit where we can blacklist certain tags as well as ‘tag filtering.’ But if you, the creator of icky content, do not do your due diligence, we’re back to seeing said icky content on our dashes. Content that will get you blocked, unfollowed, and reported; especially if your blog is not marked as sensitive. Even if your blog is marked as sensitive, tagging properly is the best way to not piss people off.
So, the next time you create something, put yourself in someone else’s shoes, and stop thinking about yourself. Stop acting like you’re the innocent party and did nothing wrong. Stop attacking others because you failed to do your job. Stop acting like a child. Just stop.
Summary: As a senior in college, you kept your nose clean and never partied. You were at the top of your class, set to graduate with honors summa cum laude; unlike Clint Barton. In an effort to get a passing grade and graduate, he asked for your help. What could possibly go wrong? Word Count: 2,023 Warnings: Language, fluff, possible smut, heavy angst [I’m sorry] Author’s Note: I shouldn’t be this excited about how much angst there is. Something is wrong with me. GIF found on Google Images with no source.
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Y/N didn’t show up to class a week later. Or the next day, for that matter. Given the extent of her migraine on the previous Sunday, Clint wasn’t too worried by the time Monday was over. But, going into Tuesday, he started to grow concerned. To the point that he felt compelled to stop by her place, make sure she was okay.
He didn’t, though. Not because he changed his mind, but because Bucky was being an asshole. And when Bucky was an asshole, Clint was grumpy. He didn’t want to see Y/N and pick a fight over something stupid.
“You don’t get it, man,” Clint sighed. “She dropped to her knees.”
“It was just a headache,” Bucky said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Besides, you’ve been blowing us off a lot.”
It was Clint’s turn to roll his eyes. “Twice, Buck. Hardly constitutes a lot. Besides, if I don’t do this, study with Y/N, I’m going to fail.”
“Failing isn’t going to ruin your life,” his friend huffed.
“But hanging out with Y/N will?” he scoffed.
“Wait, since when are you hanging out with her?” Bucky demanded to know.
Clint groaned angrily. “Oh, my God, Buck. Studying, hanging out, it’s the same thing.”
“It’s really not,” Bucky argued. “We’re your friends, not Y/N. She’s just someone that took pity on you, man.”
“I’m not doing this with you,” Clint advised Bucky before storming out of their shared apartment.
When he walked into Fury’s classroom on Wednesday, the sight of Y/N sitting in the front row made his heart stutter in relief. He dropped down into the seat next to her with a smile.
“I was ready to send in a search party,” he partially joked. If Y/N hadn’t shown up in class today, he would have gone up to Fury after class and see if he knew anything. If Fury didn’t, then Clint would have gone to Y/N’s apartment.
She gave Clint a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I wasn’t feeling well,” she explained.
“Yeah,” he murmured in a concerned tone. “I can see that.”
Y/N groaned as her eyes fluttered shut, the dark circles more prominent than before. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to help you tonight, Clint. I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t explain the way his stomach dropped in disappointment. “I can come over, if that would help. Maybe cook up another amazing dinner,” he offered with a wink.
“Yeah?” Y/N breathed. “That would help tremendously.”
“Only if you’re feeling up to it.” Clint didn’t want to push her into doing more than she was actually able to do, and right then, she looked as if a good wind would knock her over.
“Tell you what,” she rasped. “Plan on coming over at four. If I’m not feeling up to it, I’ll shoot off a text.”
Clint was nodding his head in agreement. “Sounds like a plan.”
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