You Need To Know How To Punch.

HOLY. FVCKING. SHIT. I never thought I’d get more that ten followers. I’ve had this blog since February… and this blog has become my most active, most beloved blog I have. Scott Lang means so, so, so much to me. I’ve been wanting to make a blog for this dude for sO LONG, TO. BE. HONEST! It’s just I wasn’t sure how I’d be taken in by the fandom– since at the time the movie came out, it wasn’t all that popular…. but since Civil War’s coming out, more people are taking notice and … I figured… HEY! NOW’S THE BEST TIME TO PLAY MY FAVORITE BUG HERO!!! 

I’m so fvcking grateful for my RP partners and followers. I love every. single. one of you. Even if I don’t follow back, I love you. I’ll probably follow back if you talk to me, I’m pretty easy to be honest. Except… uh… it’s pretty hard to have a dash of 200+ people on my dash without getting anxious…. Pffffffffffff…. but hey, I follow like 100+ of you and that number is growing every day… because I’m slowly getting over that whole thing.

I don’t even know who I wanna tag… because I wanna tag ALL OF YOU! …but I’ll start with:

MY ANTFAM!

@thatshowyoupunch: EMILY IS MY MAIN SQUEEZE, OKAY!? She’s part of the reason I made my Scott– cuz she made Hope like right when the movie came out… but she was the first Hope I interacted with on here and I fuckin’ love her, okay? my BFF. 

@theladywasp: JANET VAN DYNE IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT. Love this blog sO SO SO MUCH! Ugh, the mun is so great. <3 Fuckin’ A+ Quality.

@bcbyant: i love this blog so much cuz they were the first active Cassie Lang blog I found. She’s mostly comic!verse but the thread we have/had going for the MCU has been so cute and so fun!

@vandync: the OTHER Hope I follow. I love how she plays Hope. I love seeing the different interpretations people have and how different our threads can be compared to other Hopes. Seriously, they’re really rad and I’m so glad they exist.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

@nowyxuseeme-nowyxudont @uncowardlylion @ircniisms @igotmyownmovie @emmreth @falconinthesky @ofaloser @scorchedtoblack (i tagged both of your blogs cuz reasons) @putsthecapincaptain @xaedificare @neverarhyme @nadezhdixpaket @crimsonblxnde @fovghtabear @followedhope @rotvibranium @ofbritannia @camelbeard @agent-ofsass @mancfiron @raidstombs 

if i didn’t mention you, that doesn’t mean i don’t love you– it just means I’m either forgetful as fuck or we need to interact more. <3 So COME AT ME BECAUSE I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND I NEED MORE LOVES IN MY LIFE!

Thank you guys for following me and loving me and my Scott Lang.

You grow up with people telling you SIZE DOESN’T MATTER, but in reality… size will always matter. It just depends on HOW YOU USE it. Size is all about perspective. It’s all about the advantages you have. When you’re big, or when you’re small… you have the chance to find the ample opportunities. Luckily, I can be the guy to say yes, I can go in this situation with a whole new perspective… So yeah…

                                               SIZE MATTERS.

He just sort of stood there with his mouth agape. He wasn’t sure how to explain his predicament, but he figured sounding crazy would have to do. After all, he made a dumb mistake.

“ -- what?” It’s the mention of the suit that gives her pause, eyebrows furrowing as she pulls her head up to study him again. Shit.

       It all felt like a dream—it was beyond shocking to believe where she was right now. Just a few hours ago, the woman was floating in a void. No idea of how long she’d been there, or how long she’d be staying. Most of what occurred was a blur, and most of it seemed like a dream. 

But there was no denying that she was face to face with her daughter and her husband. Though memories faded after the years, there was something in her that knew for sure. Now everything else? Very much foreign. The sun on her face, the very act of walking; somewhere in her past but still a bit foreign.  

        “ -- Mom?”

It’s a FOREIGN word in her mouth. The sort of thing that feels wrong in her mouth. Mostly because she hasn’t had the opportunity to really use it in years. It’s ancient history now, really. A title she’d placed on a shelf somewhere -- it would fit into her vocabulary again eventually. It just needed to be dusted off. But for now it was awkward. Enough that the sound barely makes it out of her mouth. But it does. Quietly.

Jan hadn’t changed. At all. Looked exactly the same as the last day she’d seen her. Which was funny, really, because sometimes her memory of her mother felt fuzzy. Sharper when she looked at pictures, but out of focus when she thought back herself. Seeing her again made everything click back into place -- but it felt ODD somehow. Like looking at a museum piece that could speak.