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petervnguyen:

I thought i should compile it for you guys since i figured someone might do that already.

The concept was to figure out a team of women maybe collected by a good Cassandra nova to be a very formidable force/ or to fight her, you choose.  I wanted characters who were powerful but had preexisting relationships but also shared an opposite personality. Like two different elemental, Two very different psychics, Two crazy sisters and allot of great personalities. Plus like oprah said…..Everyone gets a headpiece!  :)

Other mutants i wanted to use were Firestar and Shadow Cat Sprite coustume (pink) . I opted for Sunpyre cause i love japan and wanted some women from different countries

Also Huntress from DC would’ve work too.

Be on the look out for these guys at SDCC 2014 table HH20.

-Peter

khirsahle

mizzmarvel asked:

Steve/Bucky, flip

khirsahle answered:

It’s always the same, every time the fresh snow threatens to turn Brooklyn into a wall of grey slush:

“C’mere,” Bucky murmurs, shifting over to make room. His bed is small—barely more than a cot—and squeaks whenever he rolls over in sleep. The brass headboard has gone dull with age, spotted, but it’s still… It’s still Bucky’s bed, with Bucky’s pillow and Bucky’s sheets, and Bucky himself watching with dark eyes, and Steve can’t imagine giving in to temptation and crossing the no man’s land of their cold bedroom floor. He can’t imagine slipping under those covers, sock-footed and shivering, to find warmth in the hollows of Bucky’s body.

He wants to imagine it, sometimes, but there are things even he can’t dream up.

“C’mere,” Bucky says again, flapping the blanket at him a little, as if that will change his mind. Steve curls up tight, wrapped in his own fraying blankets, and pretends he’s in on the joke.

“Something you needed to air out, Buck?”

Bucky doesn’t ever rise to that bait. “It’s cold enough to burst a pipe. Get your skinny ass over here so we can finally get warm enough to sleep.”

“I’m not a hot water bottle, you realize.”

“You’d be a real mouthy one,” Bucky has to agree. “Come on, I’m freezing my rear flapping like a bird here.”

Steve burrows deeper, feeling the cold in his bones—he feels it so easy, and that’s really why Bucky keeps offering despite the feeble jokes—and doggedly fights temptation. If he gets up, he’ll cross the floor. If he crosses the floor, he’ll climb into Bucky’s bed. If he climbs into Bucky’s bed, he’ll be warm, and if he’s warm, he’ll be aware of why he’s warm, and that why will be entirely Bucky.

Surrounding him. Blanketing him. Sinking into his blood.

It’s a good thing he can’t imagine it, or he knows for a fact he wouldn’t be able to say no. As it is, his stomach flips at the pleasure of being asked and he hides a smile against the shabby-yet-clean fold of his pillow. “Maybe you should stop, then.”

“Maybe you should stop.”

“Clever.”

“Did I mention I’m freezing my balls off? There’s no room for clever when a man’s balls are in jeopardy.” Bucky gives a disgusted sigh, as if Steve’s being the unreasonable one, and huddles back in his blanket. He’s actually sulking, though he’d never admit it, mouth turned down but eyes bright. It makes it hard to hide his own smile. “Fine. But when my rocks turn to ice cubes and crack on the way to the john, I’m blaming you.”

“…I can live with that,” Steve decides, and ducks away from Bucky’s pillow with a laughing-snort.

actualvampireang

raptorific:

A new test for character design: “The Babs and Kara Test.” Your characters only pass if the audience could still tell them apart if they were wearing identical bathrobes and had their hair completely wrapped up in towels

Named for the time DCAU had Batgirl and Supergirl hang out in bathrobes with their hair up in a towel and needed to make sure their hair was slightly visible so the audience could tell which was which:

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traincat

traincat:

comics-r-4-gurlz:

warren don’t you dare drop that stupid idiot or i’ll break your wings

do you think warren and scott choreographed this carry when they were dumb teenagers like

"you should kind of gesture at the sky because it’s where our hopes and dreams are"
"oh that’s good"
"also you should be shirtless and wearing leather pants."
"……. why?"
"because i said so."

chickwithmonkey

chickwithmonkey:

mizzmarvel:

Someone threw away my iced tea (on accident or by misunderstanding, I’m sure), and I’m legit so devastated that I have tears in my eyes, so probably I need to get a grip.

(Literally the only time I have yelled at anyone at work, ever, was another time my tea got thrown out. And it was at my boss. Very relatedly, I was PMSing pretty badly, which is not an excuse for me this time around.)

RIP my beautiful Carolina Honey iced tea, which was clearly marked with my initials as per company policy.

there needs to be a designated place in the fridge that says “M’S ICED TEA DO NOT TOUCH THIS MEANS YOU” where you can keep it always.

I’d thought the Tale of When Mackenzie Screamed at Someone Over Tea had spread widely enough that this wasn’t necessary, but apparently it was not.

I went to McDonalds for new tea, but it’s not the same and also it’s rush hour and someone honked at me, so basically this became laughably stressful.

Depression not only wants you to make bad hair decisions, it also makes you want to cry over lost tea.

Someone threw away my iced tea (on accident or by misunderstanding, I’m sure), and I’m legit so devastated that I have tears in my eyes, so probably I need to get a grip.

(Literally the only time I have yelled at anyone at work, ever, was another time my tea got thrown out. And it was at my boss. Very relatedly, I was PMSing pretty badly, which is not an excuse for me this time around.)

RIP my beautiful Carolina Honey iced tea, which was clearly marked with my initials as per company policy.

chickwithmonkey
chickwithmonkey:

trinandtonic:

maxistentialist:

Prospect:

Tampons were packed with their strings connecting them, like a strip of sausages, so they wouldn’t float away. Engineers asked [astronaut Sally Ride], “Is 100 the right number?” She would be in space for a week. “That would not be the right number,” she told them. At every turn, her difference was made clear to her. When it was announced Ride had been named to a space flight mission, her shuttle commander, Bob Crippen, who became a lifelong friend and colleague, introduced her as “undoubtedly the prettiest member of the crew.” At another press event, a reporter asked Ride how she would react to a problem on the shuttle: “Do you weep?”

“Is 100 the right number?”

so… 200 then

this is hilarious anyway but also, because i will never not link this video if given the chance, it reminds me of “eight legs right”

chickwithmonkey:

trinandtonic:

maxistentialist:

Prospect:

Tampons were packed with their strings connecting them, like a strip of sausages, so they wouldn’t float away. Engineers asked [astronaut Sally Ride], “Is 100 the right number?” She would be in space for a week. “That would not be the right number,” she told them. At every turn, her difference was made clear to her. When it was announced Ride had been named to a space flight mission, her shuttle commander, Bob Crippen, who became a lifelong friend and colleague, introduced her as “undoubtedly the prettiest member of the crew.” At another press event, a reporter asked Ride how she would react to a problem on the shuttle: “Do you weep?”

“Is 100 the right number?”

so… 200 then

this is hilarious anyway but also, because i will never not link this video if given the chance, it reminds me of “eight legs right