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manda makes icons - speed

At the link you will find a Google drive containing 100x100 icons of the Marvel character Tommy Shepherd/Speed:

2 from Marvel #1000 (art by Jim Cheung)

28 from the Trial of Magneto (art by Lucas Werneck)

16 from Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver (art by Lorenzo Tammetta)

These are free to use but please give credit on your carrd or profile if you do! I do not own the art or character but the PSD is my own creation.

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okay i can actually add to this

i was in high school for both columbine and 9/11 and have a very interesting perspective on how performative patriotism always seems to turn into enforced behavior. i was taking ASL classes and they made us perform 'God Bless the USA' for our final

except. i wasn't about that shit. i paid attention.

i started sitting out the pledge. and then started getting in trouble for it for 'being un-american'. my response, and my mother's pissed-off argument, was that choosing NOT to do the pledge is the MOST american thing you can do. you are exercising your FREEDOM, including freedom to abstain. i wasn't pleased with what was being done in the name of patriotism.

then they tried to make the 'meet me at the flag' christian morning prayer meetings mandatory.

a group of us, who were either atheists, christians who didn't believe in enforced prayer, or non-christians, walked two blocks down to mcdonalds and got breakfast instead, as a protest. we didn't raise a fuss, we simply walked out, got food, walked back. didn't leave a mess, made sure we were back to class on time. we chose to use this time for something productive instead of paying lip service to things we didn't believe in.

my school haaaaaaated us but yknow what, they dropped all those shitty mandatory policies.

we also chased the military recruiters out of the lunchroom, that was a fun day lmao

dear usamerican high schoolers looking for a way to resist fascism: sit through the pledge of allegiance.

no getting up. no looking at the flag.

everyone will be looking at you. you'll be sweating like a fucking hippopotamus. your teacher will sternly tell you to get up. you'll feel stupid and that maybe its not worth it because you're just a kid in a classroom. but I'm here to remind you that there are no real life consequences to detention. there are however real life consequences to resisting a thoughtless performance of nationalism.

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no i will not elaborate

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Weapon X - art by Jim Cheung

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- Scarlet Witch #9 (2023-24) - Steve Orlando

Y'all, do you have any idea how exciting it is to see someone remember who the Battleworld Avengers were -- and feature them one in a comic in 2024??

I'm guessing it doesn't take into account that the kids got stranded offworld at the end of their oneshot, but I'll take it.

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The Wedding Vows of Teddy Altman and William Kaplan

( Marvel's Voices: Pride #1 - 2023 ) - Jim Cheung

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did i just spontaneously remember the login email for my personal after *literally years* all because I was like 'wait maybe i did put numbers in my email address' and I WAS RIGHT

anyway the literal only reason i did it was to get back into @g-n-r and start Fallout blogging again XD let's gooooo

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Good heavens I hope nobody tells them about Ultimates, they might have to cancel Brian Michael Bendis too

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p.s. if you suddenly find a certain artist to be ‘problematic trash’ when 2 years ago you were singing their praises you can unfollow and block me right fuckin now because the entire marvel fandom has spent the last 30 years in the garbage bin and the sudden oversensitivity of a few people is no skin off my ass

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click here to find out your government assigned character crush

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“If that armor is so heavy, why wear it all day? These aren’t mere bruises anymore…” 

“…”

“That old wolf, your armies and your kingdom would be foolish to doubt your ability to lead because you decide not to wear, apparently, ill fitting armor for a day, my king.” 

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I’M SHRIEKING 

MY DAD DECIDED TO PUT TFA ON AGAIN (this is like the second time this week) 

AND MY MOM DECIDED TO MAKE IT HOLIDAY FESTIVE BY PUTTING UP A LITTLE SANTA HAT TO PLAY THE SANTA HAT DRINKING GAME WHERE YOU TAKE A DRINK EVERY TIME THE SANTA HAT LINES UP WITH A CHARACTER

we’re not even five minutes in and all of our drinks are almost gone we have to be more picky about what we take a drink for 

I’M LITERALLY LOSING MY GODDAMN SHIT RIGHT NOW

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Kylo Ren Is Not Neurodivergent He Is Just An Asshole, Karen.

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you know what i love? established apocalypse aesthetics

leaves and flowers and trees growing out of abandoned houses and cars, smashing glass windows, invading and reclaiming the spaces humanity took from them

warning scrawled hastily on the sides of buildings in spraypaint or in blood; don’t come here, it’s not safe. turn away, go back. we died here. you will too.

notes and messages scattered across the world, addressed to people who never saw them or never lived to reply to them. rachel, we’re alive. david, don’t look for us. amy, dad got bit, please come home, we need you. kim, i love you. 

people broken into tiny groups. society shattered. they are past the anger, past denial, past trying to fix any of it. now there is only begrudging acceptance, and the knowledge that nothing is ever going to get better. the only thing they can do is survive.

a skeleton lying at the foot of a tree, flowers blooming in its ribcage. a bloodstained note in its front pocket. ‘sorry, mom’. travelers see it and barely spare a thought; such things are commonplace.

roaming packs of dogs and cats still wearing their collars, centuries of domestication breaking down under the need to live and to keep living

families born of blood and sacrifice. trading stories over campfires about who they used to be, who they might have been, what they could have become if none of this ever happened. looks of understanding when someone loses a sister, a brother, a father. it happened to me, too.

abandoned bedrooms combed over for supplies, but the faded posters still hanging on the walls and the useless knickknacks on the shelves tell the stories of the people who lived there years ago

moss covering television sets, water lapping up into backyards, tree limbs shooting up through collapsed roofs, evidence of humanity being eroded one day at a time