for my own shit

It really troubles me that there’s this rise in teens targeting older fans (hell most aren’t even old, I would not call someone in their 30s old) while blissfully consuming media created by men twice the age of those fans they’re saying should go do their taxes or take care of babies or whatever. 

Why are older men allowed to create, shape franchises, set ongoing stories for decades … and older women (let’s be real this stuff is almost always lobbed at an older woman for daring to have a hobby and friends) are expected to fade into the background and never speak up about their interests, or indeed have interests, ever again?

What is happening to these kids? I see teenage girls insisting that any woman over 30 is a hag, a creep, pathetic, and should no longer speak to friends online or go to conventions or enjoy stories or create crafts or write for fun. That’s what they think of their futures? That past a certain age they aren’t allowed to have friends, hobbies, interests, spend money on things for their own enjoyment, do things for fun rather than profit? 

i ship steve/tony/coffee

also 

Happy Halloween everyone! @hundredthousands-art and I see your Cap Wolves, and we raise you Ults! Iron Wolf and Vampire Steve, to pay tribute to Ults Steve’s escapades in canon. This is what twilight should have BEEN.

But, not tonight.  Tonight was Samhain, the night of All Soul’s, and there would be fire. Tony remembered the fire as it grew and grew until it had teeth, and how the people shouted and jeered and threw their tinder, and Steve, Steve inside, staring out into the sun. He remembered their sharp, gleaming sticks they used to try to stop him, but his teeth and claws were sharper, and they should not have tried to take his mate from him. 

His mate shouldn’t be out alone, not this night of all nights.  Steve was pack, his only pack, and that kind of behavior risked pack.  He didn’t like it.   Later, when he could bite and hold until Steve submitted, he would make sure Steve understood, but for now, he would settle for less. Steve didn’t look contrite though, though he felt no surprise by it, only a mild annoyance. His hackles raised down his back, and he snapped at the air, gaining Steve’s attention once again.

“Believe it or not, I had no intention of anything happening,” Steve sighed, watching Tony carefully.  Tony allowed the directness of Steve’s look, because he was mate, but he bristled.  His mate should understand his place was at Tony’s side. Tony bared his teeth.  His mate bared his teeth, too, but his mate did this sometimes, and Tony understood it not to be a threat. It made him feel strange when his mate did this, like…like running through a field and rolling in fresh grass.  He allowed this odd baring of teeth, too, but chuffed a warning at his mate, anyway.  

Some nights, when he and his mate returned from a hunt, there would be a red mask dripping down Steve’s mouth and throat, and Tony would clean the coppery nectar from his skin, but not this night.  This night, his mate was clean and well-dressed in the veneer of humanity he usually wore.  Maybe he thought to conceal his hunt, because he knew he broke the rules of pack.  But, Tony’s senses were good, and he could smell it underneath all of that. The blood.  Someone else’s blood, mingled with his mate’s scent. Not unpleasant, not exactly, but…Tony liked his scent on  his mate better. 

He watched Steve take his chair by the fire, then sauntered over to stand next to him, lightly sniffing the air.  

“There were some drunkards leaving the tavern, who thought it a good bit of fun to set upon the barmaid as she made for home,” Steve explained.  

He reached over and stroked his hand over Tony’s head, then down his neck.  Tony leaned into it, knocking his head against Steve’s leg in approval.  It was good when his mate did this.  But, that did not mean hunting without pack was forgotten.  He chuffed again, a warning, then pushed himself up on his hind legs and braced his massive jaws around his mate’s neck.  Steve sighed, his hands coming up to wrap around Tony’s neck, then tilted his head back and surrendered his throat to Tony.  That was good.  It was important for his mate to show contrition.  Tony would allow it, this once, because the hunt was a good hunt, and Steve was here now.  

Tony released Steve’s neck and settled back on his haunches, though he snapped once in the air between them as Steve rubbed at the places on his neck where Tony’s marks were welling red.  That was good. It was pleasing to see his mate like that.  Tony leaned up again, this time licking his tongue over the wounds, tasting Steve and a mix of other things not-Steve.  He grunted in satisfaction and sat back again.  

“I sometimes forget what you’re like when you’re like this,” Steve said, his voice warm and soft, then quieter, “I didn’t mean to worry you, Tony. Next time, I’ll bring you with me, but you had only just changed, my love.” 

👀 a piece where i tried something new part 1

so ive been making digital art for uhhhhhhh idk a long time and there was a lot of time where i tried new stuff so here’s part 2

technique tried that didn’t work out well for me : messy sketch, bumping colors behind it and refine it later

except refining it took ages and i never finished :)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM VENOM AND SPIDEY GO OUT THERE AND GET LOTS OF CHOCOLATE 🍫🍫🍫

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