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James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes & Tony Stark

Love Unlimited Infinity Comic (2022) #55

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Marvel’s Voices: Pride (Marvel, June 2023) will introduce a new symbiote character named Muzzle. H.E. Edgmon, author of The Witch King, and artist Lorenzo Susi have created the new character with a “mysterious origin.”

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Love Unlimited: Captain Marvel & War Machine is out now on Marvel Unlimited

Love Unlimited: Captain Marvel & War Machine is out now on Marvel Unlimited #comics #comicbooks #marvel #captainmarvel #warmachine

Love Unlimited: Captain Marvel & War Machine #55 Writer: Sean McKeeverArtist: Lorenzo SusiColorist: Pete PantazisEditor: Katelyn Gregorowicz6-issue arc begins today, Thursday, June 22 Captain Marvel and War Machine’s relationship has seen many ups and downs. But currently this power couple is facing a major down, and it has left them in a major funk. Perhaps a lavish vacation across space can…

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Marvel's Voices: Pride #1 - "No Trespassing: Beware of Dog" (2023)

written by H.E. Edgmon art by Lorenzo Susi & Kelly Fitzpatrick

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A preview of Marvel's Voices: Pride #1 (2023)

MARVEL'S VOICES: PRIDE #1

EVERYTHING’S COMING UP ACES / WHAT MAY BLOOM / PURIM SPIEL / EVERYWHERE / BE GAY, DO CRIME / NO TRESPASSING: BEWARE OF DOG / JUMBO CARNATION’S ULTIMATE CREATIONS / TODAY’S LESSON CELEBRATING PRIDE 2023 WITH NEW AND ESTABLISHED CREATORS! Get the scoop on an unannounced X-Men title with an action-packed story by Steve Foxe! Then Stephanie Williams introduces a brand-new character in Pride tradition! The 2021 and 2022 character debuts of Somnus and Escapade sent shock waves through Krakoa – you will not want to miss the opening gamut here. And there are many more announcements to come. Fans from every arc of the rainbow will love this anthology, and True Believers everywhere know if they want to see the future of Marvel Comics…they better be reading Marvel’s Voices. The groundbreaking anthology series continues with more panache than ever! Written by: Steve Foxe, Shad Petosky, Sarah Gailey, Marieke Nijkamp, Stephanie Williams, H.E. Edgmon, Katherine Locke, Stephen Byrne Art by: Stephen Byrne, Joanna Estep, Roberta Ingranata, Rosi Kämpe, Pablo M. Collar, Lorenzo Susi, Bailie Rosenlund, Hector Barros, Oren Junior, Rachelle Rosenberg, Andrew Dalhouse, Kelly Fitzpatrick, Michael Wiggam, Ceci de la Cruz, Manuel Puppo Cover by: Amy Reeder Page Count: 92 Pages Release Date: June 14, 2023

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Man's World - Chapter 3 - It's In My Nature

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr

Warnings: slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers, language

Rating: Mature

AN: Here we go!! I know it's a bit of a slow burn... but I think it'll be worth it! Thanks for the support and as always, comments are welcome and appreciated <3 but thanks for reading!

Mini Synopsis: Georgia Leclerc is one of Bugatti's two female drivers. As the newest team in Formula 1, Bugatti has a lot to prove - especially since Team Principal Isabelle Binotto has decided to make the team a pre-dominantly female run team - from race engineers all the way to drivers. But even though Georgia has had an impressive start to her career, the press have labeled her a sassy hot head, nothing like her twin brother Charles.

With sponsorship money on the line, Ferrari and Bugatti come up with one solution – fake a relationship between Georgia and Carlos with the hopes that the Sponsors will see the drivers in a new light. An easy task – if the drivers didn’t hate each other.

Intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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After the talk with Lorenzo, I slinked back into the hallway and moved towards Isabelle’s office. It’s as if she had read my mind, because before I could even knock she yelled, “Come on in, Georgia.” 

I felt like a pig being led towards the slaughterhouse. There was no turning back now. As I entered the office I saw Susie and Lizzie sitting on the sofa across from Isabelle’s desk. Lizzie smiled at me, a smile so warm that I couldn’t help but send her a small – very small – smile back. I walked towards the chair next to Isabelle’s desk and plopped down. Several silent seconds went by, not one of us saying a word. 

I sighed. “Do you three truly believe this is my best option?” I said, more level-headed than I expected to be. 

“Yes,” Isabelle said simply. “If I could have found something better than having to endure Carlos Sainz visiting our garage for the next several months, I would have found it.” While she didn’t smile as she said it, there was a jovial nature in her voice. 

“So what is the plan then?” I supposed I didn’t need to tell them that I was going to obviously accept the deal. My seat was too important and they knew that.  

“We’ll have to take it slow,” Lizzie piped up, getting up from the sofa. “This week in Miami we’ll do some small stuff – have you and Carlos head to dinner together on Wednesday and then get drinks with Charles and Lando on Thursday – nice and easy. Ferrari have agreed to let you pop by Carlos’ garage a couple times this weekend and they’ll ‘accidentally’ catch you on their social media which will definitely create some speculation with the fans.” 

“I’m not kissing him if I get onto the podium,” I blurted out. Lizzie only laughed at that. The idea of kissing a man I barely knew was bad enough – but kissing Carlos in a fake burst of joy was enough to ruin my podium celebration, and I wasn’t having that. 

“No one’s asking you to do that.” While Lizzie didn’t say for now, I knew it was implied. The moment any driver made it on the podium, the media was immediately looking for their significant other – everyone trying to capture that winning kiss. “This weekend is about sowing the seeds of the relationship, getting the fans to speculate on what is going on. The good news is, with Charles being your brother, the fans will love the idea of his teammate dating his sister. It should be an easy sell.” 

I nodded, because I knew she wasn’t wrong – it’s what fairytale romances were made of. I had no doubt the fans would eat up our relationship – Ferrari golden boy Charles Leclerc’s sister dating their beloved #2 driver – what was not to love if you were a fan. 

“I have the details of this week all put into your Miami outline so you know when and where you are expected.” She smiled at me, as if she was proud of all of this nonsense. I took the folder, a pink Lisa Frank folder with dolphins on it, no doubt to represent Miami, and opened it. To be fair to Lizzie, she had done an excellent job organising the week, down to the 30 minute intervals and small visits to Carlos’ garage. I looked up, nodding at her. I suppose I should have felt more guilt – my screw up with the media wasn’t just affecting me, it had now given Lizzie an extra job as my personal assistant and relationship manager, something I am sure she didn’t sign up for. 

“Thanks Liz. Do Lily and Chris know?” 

“We’ll tell them in a few – we’re about to meet with Lily on race strategy. Why don’t you head to your gym and start your workout?” 

And with that, it was over. Starting Wednesday I would be in a relationship with a person who could only be described as the most insufferable and arrogant driver on the grid. There was nothing left to do butI head back to my drivers room and change into my workout gear. 

“Knock, knock, can I come in?” I heard the voice of my athletic trainer, Chris, at the door. Chris had been my athletic trainer since I was a mere 18 years old – and we had been together ever since. When I moved to the U.S. I knew no one in Indy Car and getting Chris as my personal trainer was like being thrown a lifejacket in a pool where I was drowning. He was kind, thoughtful, funny and probably the sassiest person I had ever met. His own personal journey as a gay man working in the racing industry was inspirational to me, and we quickly became close friends. 

“If I said no, does that mean I can skip today’s workout?” I asked, turning around to see a stupid grin on Chris’ face. I could tell by the smirk on his face that Isabelle had just finished telling him and Lily about the outrageous plan they had concocted.  

“I know you and Carlos don’t have a close…. friendship, but hey, if you’re going to fake a relationship with anyone on the grid, at least they picked the most attractive driver.” Chris winked and sat down next to me, finishing his cup of coffee which was undoubtedly probably his third of the morning. “Plus his dad is probably one of the nicest guys on the planet. Maybe you’ll get to visit their house in Majorca, now that would be worth the hassle!” 

Chris was nothing if not an optimist, it’s probably why he and Lizzie got along so well. I would often see them in the back of the garage, giggling away while looking at ridiculous Tik Tok videos. They were the two chattiest people on the planet, and when they were together, nothing could stop them.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a long exasperated sigh. “The whole thing is ridiculous. No one is going to believe this.” 

“You might be surprised. I have no doubt that Carlos, if anything, is a good actor. He’s probably one of the better choices.” 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, it was as if Chris actually thought this was a good idea. As I was going to say something, I heard another knock at the door. 

“Jesus – am I going to see the whole paddock today!?” I groaned. Before I could apologise for my statement, in walked Lily – a huge smile plastered across her face. 

“Morning Georgie – thought I’d come in, see how things are going,” she said in what can only be described as the world’s sweetest voice. I stared at her blankly, she fully knew exactly how things were going. 

“Just dandy, Lily – I suppose you’ve heard the fun news, I managed to win myself that boyfriend the press are always so worried about.” She giggled at that and patted me on the back. 

“Keep your head up, Georgie. Who knows, maybe under that rugged, dark and handsome exterior you might find something you like about Carlos Sainz.” Before she could say another word, I picked up my pillow and threw it at her, causing her to go into a fit of hysterics.  

I smiled. “The only thing I imagine I’ll learn about Carlos Sainz is that he is exactly as insufferable as I imagine him to be.” Lily rolled her eyes, but nodded. 

“Well, if I knew that we’d be given handsome boyfriends if we sucked at media, maybe I would have taken a page out of your book.” She stuck her tongue out at me and turned around, heading for the door of my driver’s room.

“I’m happy to swap if you would like,” I retorted. She picked up the pillow and threw it back at me, before leaving the room, still giggling to herself. 

The rest of the Tuesday went smoothly – or at least as smoothly as it could go considering I had been told my life was about to be turned upside down. As I hopped into bed that evening I stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity. Charles had popped by my room earlier, trying to make amends, and while I knew it was wrong to be this mad at him – I just couldn’t help it. I had told him to go away and leave me alone and to my surprise, he did. I was frustrated and angry – and if I was being honest with myself, jealous. Jealous that he was the ‘better Leclerc’ that everyone loved. Jealous that Ferrari’s golden boy could talk to the press like they had been best friends for life. The truth was – I was mad and being petty and for one day in my life, I just wanted to be mad and petty. 

---- Carlos POV ----

As I left the Bugatti headquarters that Tuesday morning, I was fuming. This had my dad’s stink all over it. My old man had been pressuring me to “get my act together” as he ever so kindly put it since the beginning of the season. But after the yacht incident in Majorca, he had made it very clear that I had exactly 4 races to get my shit together before he got involved. I guess he was serious, because here we were at race number 5, and this charade had him all over it. 

I entered the Ferrari building in a huff, heading straight to the hospitality suite for families, where I saw both my father and mother enjoying an elegant cup of Italian coffee. I took a quick peak, making sure the Leclerc family wasn’t there, before slamming my hands down on the table.  

“A little heads up would have been nice,” I said, staring straight into my father’s eyes. 

“If I had done that, then I doubt you would have attended today’s meeting, would you?” I was annoyed by his comment, but he was probably right. 

“And pray tell me, why her? She’s the most boring woman on the planet – I don’t think she’s even capable of having a conversation that isn’t centred around racing.” 

“Good – maybe she’ll teach you some things about racing so you’ll be better suited to answer actual questions about the car,” my dad retorted back. 

I rolled my eyes. I knew plenty about the car and my dad knew that. What he meant to say was, ‘good, maybe you’ll become more focused on racing and less focused on partying’ but I let it slide. I had survived being Max Verstappen’s team mate at Toro Rosso, I could survive pretending to be boring, ‘know-it-all’ Georgia Leclerc’s boyfriend for a season. The only thing that she had going for her was the fact that she was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women in the paddock; it was just a shame it was overshadowed by her boring personality and propensity to dress like a grandmother. 

“Now, Chili, don’t be rude. She’s doing you a favour, and I think you’ll find that there’s a lot more to her than meets the eye, my love.” My mother had the ability to never say a single bad word about anyone. I loved her for it, but it was also infuriating. 

I stared at both of them blankly. So this was official. The fact was, there was no going around my father. He was a legend in the racing world and if he and Mattia had agreed on this, then it was going to happen, whether I liked it or not. 

“Now that you are done throwing a hissy fit, why don’t you head to Coco’s office and get your schedule for the week. You have a very busy week, both on and off the track and I expect you to adhere to the schedule that Ferrari and Coco have created for you.” 

I grabbed a cookie from the table, and turned the other direction, not daring to look back. Carlos, or Coco as the family called him, was my dear cousin and manager. As I walked up to his office, I knocked lightly and then walked in, knowing he would be expecting me. 

“Ahh Chili, lovely for you to join me this morning. Come, sit, I’m sure you have many questions.” I nodded and sat down on the sofa, taking the cup of coffee that he had just poured me. “So, in this folder is your itinerary for the weekend. Tomorrow you and Georgia will go on a lovely date we have booked for you at a tiny restaurant by the ocean. Very romantic,” he said with a wink. I just shuddered and gave him a look that told him to continue, but with less adjectives. 

“From there we have drinks with Charles and Lando, a walk around the track, and a little ‘accidental’ meeting in your garage. It’s all explained here, but of course, I’m here for questions.” I took the folder from him, holding it like it was a bomb about to explode at any minute. At least I would get to hang out with Lando, I thought to myself. 

Coco chuckled, “I know this seems unfair to you, but trust me, this is good for us. Once we have the deals we need secured, we’ll end this little nightmare for you.”  I nodded, putting the folder into my bag. “Right, well, best you get going to your work out. Miami is a big one.” 

---Georgia POV---

The next morning I woke up with a massive headache. It was Wednesday, which meant it was date night with Carlos. 

Great. 

Reaching for my phone, I saw that I had several missed calls from Charles and a text asking if I wanted to get breakfast. Not really, I thought to myself, but I guess I couldn’t avoid Charles forever. I texted him back Sure and proceeded to get ready for the day. As part of our clothing collection, Bugatti had gotten us some cute blue sundresses, that matched the colour of the car, for all of the media events today. I wasn’t typically much of a dress person, but these were nicely done and fitted perfectly – a benefit of having a women-run team, we definitely had better clothes than all of our male counterparts – plus it was incredibly hot, so the dress was welcome. 

As I walked out of my hotel room, I turned right to see none other than Carlos Sainz, dressed head to toe in Ferrari gear. He looked up, eyes meeting mine. For the first time ever, his face was truly unreadable. The usual Cheshire cat grin was replaced with nothing. I nodded in his direction, but he didn’t make a move, just stared at me blankly. As the elevator doors opened, we both hopped inside, making sure to stand as far away from each other as possible. 

“So, I uh, guess I’ll see you tonight?” I don’t know why I decided to utter those words. I guess the silence was becoming too unbearable, and this felt like a good way to break the awkwardness. 

Carlos, still not looking at me, just nodded, a slight tilt of his head in my direction. 

Great, he’s gone from flirting with me to being mute, I thought. Real cute.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I zoomed out of the elevator so fast someone would have assumed I was being chased by a zombie. Truth be told it felt like I was being chased by a zombie – the lifeless zombie of Carlos Sainz. 

I entered the restaurant and Charles waved me down. “Nice dress, you look beautiful,” he said, giving me a kiss on each cheek.  

Kiss ass. 

“Thanks – you don’t look too bad yourself. Charlotte dress you?” I said with a chuckle. 

He nodded. Charles had recently begun dating Charlotte, an Instagram influencer. While Charlotte and I had very little in common, I had to admit, Charles had started dressing considerably better since they had started dating. 

“So, about yester-“ 

“Look I know –“ 

We both said at the same time. I let out a small laugh and gestured for him to go first. 

“I’m sorry you felt ambushed when you went into that meeting, “ Charles began. “They had only just finished telling me right before you got there, otherwise you know I would have said something to you earlier.” 

I nodded. Isabelle and Susie weren’t stupid enough to tell Charles too much in advance; we were practically joined at the hip now, and Charles had never been known for being able to keep a secret. 

“I know, I’m sorry I was so angry. It’s just tough, you know.” He nodded in response to my statement, his hand snaking across the table to hold mine. 

“Look, I know Carlos seems like an ass, but once you get to know him, he’s not so bad. He’s actually quite funny, and surprisingly a great golfer! I think you two will have more in common than you think.” 

“Doubt it,” I said quickly. Charles might have been trying to make me feel better, but this wasn’t a battle I was going to let him win. 

Charles rolled his eyes; he knew when to quit. “Regardless, I’ll be there for drinks tomorrow, as will Lando. It’ll be fun – we haven’t hung the three of us in a while.” 

“Except it won’t be just the three of us – Carlos will be there,” I said pointedly. 

“Well then it’s a good thing Carlos and Lando get along so well, then, isn’t it,” he remarked, his face telling me that I wasn’t going to win this small argument.

The rest of breakfast continued smoothly. We chatted about the various silly events that our teams had ready for us. Both Ferrari and Bugatti had silly challenges, photoshoots and meet and greets scheduled for us throughout the day.  

The day went by fairly quickly, which surprised me. Maybe it was because I was dreading the dinner I was about to have with Carlos, or maybe it was because I was beginning to get used to these silly media days. Probably the first one, but I secretly hoped it was the second. Only time would tell on that one. 

Earlier in the day Lizzie had dropped off a beautiful red dress. Of course it was red. I rolled my eyes, picking up the dress and examining the style. It was bad enough I had to date a Ferrari driver, now they were expecting me to wear their colour. The plan was to have Carlos out front of the hotel at 7pm. From there he would drive us in his Ferrari to the restaurant, where we had a reservation on the waterfront at this little Cuban restaurant. 

I looked at the clock – 7:10pm –  good, Carlos could wait a bit. I grabbed my purse and a jacket and took the stairs down, slower the better I thought. As I approached the main doors of the hotel, I could see Carlos standing, leaning on the passenger door of his Ferrari, scanning through his phone mindlessly. I cleared my throat and he looked up. I could tell by the look on his face, he was not expecting me to show up wearing a red dress. His eyes did a quick flicker up and down my figure, and if I hadn’t been acutely aware of him at that moment, I might have missed the expression off shock and awe on his face. Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the expression left his face, and he was back to the stern, neutral Carlos Sainz that I had gotten to know earlier this morning in the elevator. 

“Georgia, good of you to show,” he said dryly. Before I could respond, he had opened the passenger door of the vehicle, signalling for me to get in. Part of me wanted to protest – throw a little fit and give him a lecture on feminism and how I could open a door myself, but now didn’t seem like the time or the place. Plus, it seemed a bit petty and I was meant to be working on that. 

“Can’t put a time on beautification, Carlos,” I retorted back, climbing into the passenger seat of his car. Carlos hopped in on the drivers side and started the car. 

The car ride was short and quiet. Before I left, Lizzie had given me a set of questions that I was meant to ask Carlos, a catch all of things two people in a relationship were meant to know about each other if they were to convince an entire community they were dating. I palmed the questions in my hand, not bringing the courage to pull them out during the tense drive.  

When we arrived at the restaurant, Carlos parked the car in front of the valet and quickly got out of the drivers side so he could open my door. He stuck his hand out, which I gladly accepted, if only because getting out of a car that low to the ground with heels was next to impossible. I mumbled a pathetic string of thanks, and walked up to the hostess stand with Carlos trailing behind me. Before I registered what he was doing, Carlos snuck his hand on the small of my back and let it rest there as the hostess began to guide us towards our table. 

As we walked through the restaurant, I could see the eyes of various people looking us up and down. Did they recognize us? It was likely – our faces had been all over billboards for the last several weeks in Miami. You would have to live under a rock to not know that the Formula 1 race was happening this weekend. When we sat down, I saw a couple a few tables down from us pull out their phones and pretend to text, but I knew they were taking a photo of us.

Well, cats out of the bag, no turning back now. 

If Carlos noticed this, he didn’t say anything. Instead he went straight to the menu, clearly incredibly hungry from a day full of training. Truth be told, if I wasn’t so nervous, I would have been equally as starving. Within minutes a waiter approached and asked us for our drink order. 

“Water,” I responded quickly. 

Carlos looked at me, as if I had just ordered poison. “We’ll take a bottle of the ’72 Merlot,” he said. The waiter nodded and after explaining the specials to us, left us to choose our main courses. 

“I don’t drink on race weeks – well, not until after the race,” I said finally. 

He quirked his eyebrow at me, as if I had said something so ludicrous, he couldn’t possibly understand it. “If we’re to get through this, you might want to change that habit,” he bit out. I rolled my eyes at that – ever the gentlemen was Carlos, I thought sarcastically.  I wanted to further my response, but decided against it – it was going to be a long season if we didn’t at least learn to be civil.

“So, Lizzie and Coco have come up with some questions for us to go through. They’re worried we won’t know enough about each other when the media comes along asking questions.” 

Before he could retort with something that I am sure was plenty rude, I pulled out the small piece of paper and read the first question. “Besides racing, what is your favourite thing to do?” I wanted to internally groan at that question – how lame – but kept myself composed. I needed to know these things if we were going to sell this stunt. And I needed to sell this stunt if I was going to keep my seat. 

“I golf,” he said plainly. I nodded for him to continue on, but the waiter was back with my water and the wine. Before I could protest, the waiter had already poured out two glasses. Fuck it, I thought to myself, maybe Carlos was right, a little wine might make this evening go better. I took a sip, and to my annoyance, the glass of wine was probably some of the best wine I had ever tasted. I was no wine snob, but Carlos had chosen an excellent bottle.

Bastard. 

Carlos smirked slightly as he watched me drink the wine. He knew I’d like the wine, and reveled in the fact that he had convinced me to break my pre-race ritual. 

“I like to paint,” I said casually, taking a second sip of the wine. “Your turn,” I said, passing over the small sheet of paper to Carlos. He frowned, but opened the paper up and read out the next question. 

“What is your favourite colour?” He asked, scoffing ever so slightly. 

“Purple. Yours?” 

“Red.” 

I simply looked at him, my mouth slightly agape. Of course it was red, Ferrari prick. Truth be told, I had wanted to say blue, but I thought I would sound stupid saying the color of my car. After hearing Carlos say red, it turned out I was right. I smirked internally to myself. Good one, Georgia.  

Before I could continue to pat myself on my back for my internal snarky conversation, Carlos passed the questions back to me. “Favourite movie?” I asked. 

“Who wrote these stupid questions?” He asked, taking the paper back from me and scanning them. “No one is going to ask us what each other’s favourite movie is or which type of pasta we like.”  

I ignored his comment and answered my own question. “Mine is Perks of Being a Wallflower.” 

“Never seen it.” Now that didn’t surprise me. He didn’t strike me as someone who watched romantic movies about coming of age teenagers. He struck me as a Terminator, Transformers,  Michael Bay sort of guy. Big action movies, pretty girls, little plot. 

“Here’s something I do want to know,” he said suddenly. “Every time Charles talks about you, he goes on and on about how funny and darling you are.” He said the last part with air quotes, but I chose to ignore them. “Why can’t you do that in front of the media?” 

All at once I had a million things cross into my mind, but none of them seemed to fit with what I actually wanted to say. How I wanted to say that when I got in front of the media, it felt like the wind was being kicked out of me. How when I approached the media pen, my palms got so sweaty that I struggled to focus on anything but the drops of sweat dripping down my face and hands. How my quick remarks weren’t meant to be snippy – all I wanted was for the interview to be over as fast as possible so I could retreat back to the ease of my garage. 

But I couldn’t let Carlos know any of that. Show the enemy no weakness, I reminded myself. “The same way you can’t stop yourself from making bad choices when you’re out partying. It’s in my nature,” I said with a sneaky grin. The snide remark wouldn’t be lost on him, and I knew that. 

Georgia 1: Carlos 0 

After that the waiter came back and took our order. The meal was relatively quiet. We went through a few more questions, nothing exciting, before exiting the restaurant. As we left, the manager approached us, asking for a photo. He apparently was a big Ferrari fan – typical – and had the nerve to ask if I could take the photo of him and Carlos. I agreed, much to my chagrin. I would definitely be hearing about that from Charles later. 

Still, date 1 was complete. I had survived dinner, now I just had to survive drinks on Thursday and a couple visits to the Ferrari garage. I could do this – what could possibly go wrong? 

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Jill Wagner has booked another holiday movie for Great American Family.

The star of A Merry Christmas Wish and Christmas Miracle For Daisy will join Paul Greene (I’m Glad It’s Christmas, When Calls the Heart) in the new original movie Bringing Christmas Home. The flick will premiere as part of the network’s annual Great American Christmas franchise, which returns October 20 with original movie premieres Saturdays and Sundays.

In Bringing Christmas Home, retired military officer, now Military History professor, Caroline Upton (Wagner) is enlisted to assist antiques store owner, Russell Carlisle (Greene) in finding the family of WWII Army officer Orin Newton before Christmas with the hope of returning precious personal artifacts – Orin’s dress uniform, medals, and a stack of love letters from his beloved Alice who waits for him back home. Epaulettes and insignia provide initial clues, though the search seems to dead end when Caroline discovers Orin was captured and listed as MIA. Caroline and Russell then search the love letters for clues as to what happened to Orin and whether he ever made it home to Alice.

Executive producers of Bringing Christmas Home are Wagner, Greene, Brad Krevoy, Amy Krell, Lorenzo Nardini, Wagner, Mike Rohl, Jameson Parker, and Susie Belzberg Krevoy. Arielle Boisvert produces. Anthony Epp, Doran S. Chandler, and Bradley Goodman are Supervising Producers.

Mike Rohl directs Bringing Christmas Home from an original screenplay written by Casie Tabanou and Alison Spuck.

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From Marvel’s Voices: Pride Vol. 2 #001

“Perfectly Scene”, by Danny Lore, Lucas Werneck and Michael Wiggam

“Stay Outta My Mind Turf, Jack”, by Christopher Cantwell, Kei Zama and Rico Renzi

“Over the Rainbow”, by Ira Madison III, Lorenzo Susi and Rachelle Rosenberg

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First Feminist Press!

Shameless Hussy Press

With the stress of Roe vs Wade potentially facing a repeal this summer, we want to let the women in our lives know they are not alone in their frustration. The fight women have been waging for their intellectual and bodily freedom has been a long one, so we wanted to revisit some history about the first women-owned feminist press in California, the Shameless Hussy Press! Poet and soon to be publisher Alta Gerrey founded the press in Oakland, California, in 1969, and would publish four women who later became prominent feminist writers: Pat Parker, Mitsuye Yamada, Ntozake Shange, and Susan Griffin. Alta published her own titles under her Shameless Hussy Press imprint, including three poetry collections preserved in our collection: Letters to Women, published around 1970; Song of the Wife; Song of the Mistress, published in 1971; No Visible Means of Support, published in 1971. 

Alta’s sarcastic and straightforward writing style is reflected in the Shameless Hussy Press aesthetic. In her first collection, Letters to Women, she includes the iconic feminist symbol of a fist within the symbol of Venus and her copyright statement reads:

for underground reproduction without profit, there is no copyright. for moneymakers, this is copyright, and you gotta pay.

Alta emphasizes the aid of her friends and family in producing her book, and poetry aimed at letting women know that they were not alone in whatever injustices and hardships they faced, whether gender inequality and sexism, marriage and divorce, rape, mental illness, or raising children. 

Alta’s second collection, Song of the Wife; Song of the Mistress, with drawings by Martha Kuech, reflects the intimacy the poet felt with her readers and how she used poetry as the outlet for emotions that could be a burden too heavy to carry at times. Letters to Women is dedicated “to every woman who is as isolated as i,” but Song of the Wife; Song of the Mistress "isn’t dedicated to anybody. eat yr hearts out.” Alta had a love for improper grammar, punctuation, and unconventional spelling. The first half of this second book reproduces a handwritten cursive script, presumably Alta’s handwriting, and the second half switches back to typewriter print. This title and Alta’s third collection, No Visible Means of Support, were both published after the Shameless Hussy Press had moved down the Bay to San Lorenzo, California, from its original location in Berkeley. Alta made the choice to move her independent press after the sabotage of a friend’s press in the same area, as well as to protect her daughter and herself from death threats she received for her work in the lesbian, feminist, and activist communities. 

Shameless Hussy Press was the first to publish Ntozake’s Shange’s poetic performance work, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf, which was later adapted into an Obie award-winning Broadway theater production. In 1976, Shameless Hussy published Camp Notes and Other Poems by Mitsuye Yamada, revolving around her experiences in the internment camps and the pain she felt at being perceived as an outsider.

The formation of the Shameless Hussy Press by Alta and the Women’s Press Collective by Judy Grahn, with aid from Pat Parker (who I posted about earlier), was quite inspirational for second wave of feminism. The four women who brought the feminist and lesbian publishing community to the foreground in California, Alta, Susie Griffin, Judy Grahn, and Pat Parker, had all met originally as neighbors over tea, but decided it was time to take action in their communities. Alta said in an interview that the group would often argue over how political their writing should be, wondering whether they should, “stick to the personal. [but] Susie kept saying, ‘the personal is political.’” 

Griffin’s works were said to have launched ecofeminism in the United States as she rose to become one of the most influential American feminist writers of the 20th century. Alta’s Shameless Hussy Press gave these influential women the opportunity to be published outside the patriarchy of mainstream publishing, allowing them to completely claim their work as their own. Shameless Hussy ran from 1969-1989, despite being a one-woman-publishing house, publishing over fifty titles in its 20-y3qr existence. 

–Isabelle, Special Collections Undergraduate Writing Intern

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Episode 357

Non-Marvel/DC September 2022 Solicits

Comic Reviews:

DC:

Aquaman and Flash: Voidsong 1 by Jackson Lanzing, Collin Kelly, Vasco Georgiev, Rain Beredo

Black Adam 1 by Christopher Priest, Rafa Sandoval, Matt Herms

Dark Crisis: Young Justice 1 by Meghan Fitzmartin, Laura Braga, Luis Guerrero

Flash 783 by Jeremy Adams, Amancay Nahuelpan, Jeromy Cox

Earth Prime 6: Hero's Twilight

Milestones in History by Reginald Hudlin, Steven Barnes, Amy Chu, Melody Cooper, Leon Chills, Alice Randall, Toure, Tananarive Due, Pat Charles, Kathryn Parsons, Francesco Francavilla, Jamal Igle, Ray-Anthony Height, Denys Cowan, Eric Battle, Don Hudson, Ron Wilson, Arvell Jones, Maria Laura Sanapo, Domo Stanton, Jahnoy Lindsay, John Stanisci, Jose Marzan Jr, Mike Gustovich, Chris Sotomayor, Michael Atiyeh, Emilio Lopez, Hi-Fi, Dan Brown, Eva De La Cruz, Andrew Dolhouse

Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen's Boss Perry White by Matt Fraction, Steve Lieber, et al

Marvel:

Marvel's Voices Pride 2022 by Mike O’Sullivan, Stuart Vandal, Rob London, Andrew Wheeler, Daron Jensen, Alyssa Wong, Patrick Duke, Chris McCarver, Christopher Cantwell, Danny Lore, Luc Kersten, Grace Freud, Ira Madison III, Alex Philips, Charle Jane Anders, Ted Brandt, Kei Zama, Lucas Werneck, Brittney Williams, Ro Stein, Scott Henderson, Lorenzo Susi, Stephen Byrne, Lee Townsend, Rachelle Rosenberg, Rico Renzi, Jose Villarrubia, Michael Wiggam, Tamra Bonvillain, Brittany Peer

Miles Morales and Moon Girl 1 by Mohale Mashigo, Ig Guara, Rachelle Rosenberg

New Fantastic Four 1 by Peter David, Alan Robinson, Mike Spicer

Punisher War Journal: Blitz by Torunn Gronbekk, Lan Medina, Antonio Fabela

Who is Jane Foster Thor Infinity Comic by Torunn Gronbekk, Leonard Kirk, Matt Milla

Marvel Meow 9 by Nao Fuji

Image:

Beware the Eye of Odin 1 by Doug Wagner, Tim Odland

Clementine GN by Tillie Walden, Cliff Rathburn 

Silver Coin 11 by James Tynion IV, Michael Walsh

Dark Horse:

Lonesome Hunters 1 by Tyler Crook

Ahoy:

Wrong Earth: Confidence Men 1 by Mark Waid, Leonard Kirk

Dynamite:

Samurai Sonja 1 by Jordan Clark, Pasquale Qualano

OGNs:

Runaways Diary by Emily Raymond, Valeria Wicker, James Patterson

Creepy Cat vol 3 by Cotton Valent

Additional Reviews: Obi-Wan ep6, Ms. Marvel ep3, Kevin Can F*** Himself s1, Star Trek: Prodigy s1, Spiderhead, Absolute Fourth World vol 1, Trevor: The Musical, Bone Orchard Mythos Passageway, Centaurworld

  A new feature announced!

  News: Kraven movie plot, Conan license to Titan, Omninews, Miracleman Silver Age, Riverdale spinoff featuring Jake Chang, Scout kickstarts Stabbity Bunny, new OGN series from Molly Knox Ostertag

  Trailers: Stranger Things s4.2

  Comics Countdown:

Batman: The Knight 6 by Chip Zdarsky, Carmine Di Giandomenico, Ivan Plascencia

Deadly Class 53 by Rick Remender, Wes Craig, Lee Loughridge

Newburn 8 by Chip Zdarsky, Jacob Phillips , Casey Gilly, Soo Lee

Nocterra 11 by Scott Snyder, Tony Daniel, Marcelo Maiolo

Nightwing 93 by Tom Taylor, Bruno Redondo, Wade Von Grawbadger, Adriano Lucas

Lonesome Hunters 1 by Tyler Crook

Something is Killing the Children 24 by James Tynion IV, Werther Dell’Edera, Miquel Muerto

I Hate This Place 2 by Kyle Starks, Artyom Topilin, Lee Loughridge

Beware the Eye of Odin 1 by Doug Wagner, Tim Odland

Flash 783 by Jeremy Adams, Amancay Nahuelpan, Jeromy Cox

Check out this episode!

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Loki

Marvel’s Voices: Pride (2022)

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Alessio Santacroce - Il singolo “Cuore in fiamme”

Il brano dell’artista che lancia l’album “Il vento che pulisce l'Aria”

“Cuore in fiamme” è il singolo del poliedrico artista Alessio Santacroce, nei principali stores digitali e dal 1° marzo nelle radio in promozione nazionale. Produzione impeccabile dagli arrangiamenti ben strutturati, un rock che evidenzia la forte personalità del cantautore, figlia di una maturità artistica raggiunta a pieni voti. L’interpretazione vocale di Alessio Santacroce dona poi al tutto un forte impatto emotivo, spinto anche dal profondo messaggio sociale del brano. “Cuore in fiamme” lancia il nuovo album “Il vento che pulisce l'Aria” di Alessio Santacroce disponibile da nei principali digital stores via AWAL | THE ORCHAD | SONY MUSIC | GHOST RECORD STORE | CRASHSOUND STORE.

Come nel precedente Migras (Ghost record label), anche in questo lavoro si affrontano tematiche importanti e attuali utilizzando sonorità rock per gridare il proprio dissenso. Registrato al Feeling studio da Jimmy Burrow, l’album vede al suo interno la collaborazione di musicisti stimati dall’autore toscano come Alessandro Isa Ponzuoli alla dodici corde e alla voce, Susy Barsanti al basso, Mattia Salvadori alla batteria e Andrea Cattani alla viola. Alessio Santacroce ha pubblicato il video relativo al brano “Cuore In Fiamme”, con anteprima esclusiva sul portale nazionale del MEI.

“Una invettiva contro l’omofobia, contro chi si arroga il diritto di decidere qual è un amore giusto, contro chi giudica senza prima guardarsi allo specchio, contro chi alza le mani perché non ha la forza di accettare un no.” Alessio Santacroce

Track by Track

Cuore in fiamme. Il singolo che lancia il disco è una invettiva contro l’omofobia, contro chi si arroga il diritto di decidere qual è un amore giusto, contro chi giudica senza prima guardarsi allo specchio, contro chi alza le mani perché non ha la forza di accettare un no. Un pezzo rock dalle sonorità moderne dove l’autore torna ad affrontare la piaga della guerra più che mai attuale. Un mondo che non si ferma se piove sangue è ignobile, un mondo che si rassegna alla sua morte è ignobile.

Hata Yoga. Un brano molto intimo accompagnato da un video evocativo girato sul calare della sera. Ci sono luoghi dove si possono curare le ferite e sentire che non siamo soli…perché il dolore è inevitabile e si cura soltanto con il sole, e poi al buio non si vedono le ombre e le nostre lacrime…

Livorno città scoperta. Santacroce dedica una canzone alla sua città natale ma senza utilizzare luoghi comuni perché Livorno è bella anche quando ci sono le nuvole e mostra i suoi difetti.

Striscia come un verme. Non si può più accettare questa dilagante violenza contro le donne, sono figlie, sorelle e madri che mancano e gridano vendetta. Un brano diretto ispirato a una storia vera.

Il vento che pulisce l’aria. La title track è una vera poesia messa in musica. Quando arriva il tempo di fare bilanci si capisce quanto sia importante preservare la bellezza che ci circonda e non rinunciare mai ai propri sogni. Un pezzo strumentale che doveva essere la colonna sonora di un film e invece si è trasformato in qualcosa di diverso da ascoltare ad occhi chiusi.

L’inverno nei tuoi occhi. Ci sono ricordi che restano indelebili nella mente e che ti permettono quasi di materializzare chi ti manca. Niente va perduto. Un brano bellissimo con un finale in crescendo impreziosito dalla viola di Andrea Cattani.

Bonus Track. La primavera in trincea. Questa canzone è stata scritta da Santacroce nel periodo più buio del covid, quando angeli vestiti di azzurro si sacrificavano per salvare vite. Si tratta della versione registrata allo studio Vinile da Lorenzo Iuracà e cantata insieme al cantautore IKO.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alessio.santacroce Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/santacrocesamtanko/ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/artist/7bTmO9sJZwLWA5a3eXFk2k?si=iooTOMHwTD6cfe93E1m6bA

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Get a first look at Marvel's Voices: Pride #1

Get a first look at Marvel's Voices: Pride #1 #comics #comicbooks #lgbt #lgbtq

Marvel’s Voices: Pride #1, the annual one-shot that celebrates LGBTQIA+ characters and creators, returns this June! The groundbreaking anthology will continue its tradition of bringing the spirit of Pride Month to your local comic shop with a dazzling and diverse collection of tales, all brought together by an incredible lineup of new and established talent. Now in its third year, Marvel’s…

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Love Unlimited: Infinity Comic #55 (2023)

written by Sean McKeever art by Lorenzo Susi & Pete Pantazis

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“Marvel’s Voices: Pride” Stories and Creative Teams Announced

Marvel Comics has announced the creative teams and characters that will be featured in 2023′s Marvel’s Voices: Pride #1, a one-shot celebrating LGBTQIA+ characters and creators. The anthology also contains an introduction by Mary Chieffo.

Marvel’s Voices: Pride stories and teams are:

“Everything’s Coming Up Aces” starring Gwenpool by writer Marieke Nijkamp, aritst Pablo Collar, and colorist Michael Wiggam

““What May Bloom” starring a new Nightshade by writer Stephanie Williams artist Héctor Barros, inker Oren Junior, and colorist Andrew Dalhouse

“Purim Speil” starring Web-Wever by writer Katherine Locke, artist Joanna Estep, and colorist Mauel Puppo

“Everywhere” starring Wiccan and Hulkling and new character Lacie Lorraine by writer Shadi Petosky, artist Roberta Ingranata, and colorist Ceci De La Cruz

“Be Gay, Do Crime” starring Black Cat by writer Sarah Gailey, artist Bailie Rosenlund, and colorist Rachelle Rosenberg

“No Trespassing: Beware of Dog” starring new symbiote Muzzle and Spider-Man by writer H.E. Edgmon, artist Lorenzo Susi, and colorist Kelly Fitzpatrick

“Jumbo Carnation’s Ultimate Creations” starring Jumbo Carnation by writer and artist Stephen Byrne

“Today’s Lesson” starring Gimmick by writer Steve Foxe, artist Rosi Kämpe, and colorist Kelly Fitzpatrick

Marvel’s Voices: Pride #1, featuring a main cover by Amy Reeder and variant covers by P. Craig Russell, Phil Jimenez, and Jan Bazaldua, goes on sale on June 14, 2023.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Amy Reeder’s Cover of Marvel’s Voices: Pride #1)