In terms of the Marvel Universe-I don’t know shit about it. I stole high profile characters from other books, a few members of the Losers, and ex-Runaways. If I screwed something up, I apologize, I suck ass, it was not intentional, etc. 
( She moves across the rooftops, shedding bits of Gertrude Stein as she goes. )

Dear f'list:

Are any of you comprehensive Marvel geeks? Like, could help me sort out a list of who would potentially be on the Avengers in fifteen years? Because my knowledge of non-Runaways Marvel-verse extends to a bit of Ultimate X-Men, Astonishing X-Men, Young Avengers, and popular movie canon. Wikipedia doesn't really have theory, and just ( Read more... )

In other news: Am I allowed to dedicate this to someone? Because the shout goes out to ( Read more... )

“Animal experimentation,” she explains at a yell. The crush of bodies around them, the smell of sweat and cotton and the unmistakable tang of marijuana threaded underneath it all, is stifling, but she feeds off of the excitement. She hefts her board a little higher and waves it around her head. Someone nearby lets out a whoo! and she laughs and ( Read more... )

So. Yay for prettiness? No? How about yay for WAHP distraction? *crickets chirp*

GAH.

(Found the Runaways pics on ComicVine. If I've taken someone's original stuff without realizing it, I apologize.)

Okay, just so we have this established: icons from comics? Freaking annoying to make. I'm serious. AARGH. I made way more for Naruto but half of them got ( Read more... )

“God, I feel like an extra in My So-Called Life,” says an achingly familiar voice from somewhere over Chase’s left shoulder. “Cue the simpering.” With the dread normally reserved for the female leads in slasher flicks and the victims of his mom’s carrot cake, Chase lowers the barbell and sneaks a (not-so-subtle) look over his shoulder.

Gertrude ( Read more... )

“Gert. I am serious. You are absolutely not to talk to him.” Her mother holds Gert’s eyes for an eternally awkward long amount of time. Her father is already climbing up the front steps of the Wilders' house, juggling the car keys with his left hand, a nervous gesture. They are obviously anxious to finish with their charity business and get back to ( Read more... )