#Best in New York City

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[infinityguests]

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[vertigoartgore]

Spider-Man commission by comic book artist Lee Weeks (2024).

[professorsta]

I'm watching a Overly Sarcastic Productions video about secret identities and one part that caught my interest was the relation to secret identities and superheroes in a time before technology, (zorro for example) where all the over power would need to do is burn their house down to stop them if they knew who they were (indirect quote from the video)

That being said

Anti hero/secret identity merlin au.

From the beginning he wears a mask and dark clothing so no one can tie back his crimes to the princes manservant. He doesn't go by Emrys or any name, which infuriates Uther and intrigues Arthur. Id say even uses his ability to shape shift to thwart the knights and go in as a spy either in camelot or other scenarios. Arthur has met merlin multiple times doing this, once as a noblewoman at a masquerade ball wearing a black lace fabric hat covered only their eyes. It didn't register until later for him who that might have been the poor idiot

Arthur certainly knows (and alot at that) about the "folk hero" going about his lands, hatefully from his father thats for sure. (Arthur doesn't know he's met the "hero" many times, every morning. Some days he makes it hard for said hero not to turn beat red from how much he laments about him throughout the day to the man himself, flattering as it is)

Scenario where uther has sent arthur to track the man down after he's been sighted, and once meeting for the "first time", they connect immediately in such a way that it gives arthur whiplash and makes him think of anther encounter where it felt as is he had already known the person

Just - merlin who is a magic vigilante who hides his identity and swoons the prince? Fuck yes

[soupmanspeaks]

You know what

In celebration of a common CC W

Here's some rare Soup art of the boy

[beinglily222]

messy mood board

#pinterest

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Bolt (2008, Chris Williams and Byron Howard)

28/05/2024

[qcomicsy]

Old Deadpool comics are so fun because it's like having this weird close friend group where people kind of all know each other but don't really know each other. Or even like each other that much.

Like Wade has a kind-of-who-knows-at-this-point "Best" friend tech guy who kind of tolerates him and he tolerates that used to be Peter's college classmate. He almost took a gig from Osborn but actually was Bullseye fucking with him in revenge while dressed up in a Clint old suit. He got on a mission with Black Widow. He got beef with Avengers clones to a point the avengers themselves got to be involved. They don't like him he doesn't like them so they both agree to be civil to do the damn mission so everyone can go their own way. He's having a middle age crisis where he kind of wants to quit being a mercenary but he doesn't know yet who the fuck else he could be and all the reasons pointing up to be a hero are wrong and distorted in his own egoistic views.

A hit monkey want to fuckin kill him. The hit monkey doesn't know he's immortal. The hit-monkey never saw him personally but somehow set him up to get his jaw sucker punched by Spider-Man. Which results in the worst team ever for both of them. I sweat to god except from fucking Old man Logan, I've never seen Wade so stressed in working with someone. And while this whole shit storm works, Wade keeps bullshitting about Peter's life being so fucking easy and loved by the public and Peter has to stay there and listen to it. They bump into each other on the subway out of costume and Peter hates him on sight.

Wade doesn't want to be there and the first opportunity to bail on Spider-Man he takes it and Spider-Man on the other hand learns that Deadpool is immortal and kind of gets "Okay what if we let you get shot" and Wade is so offended he starts calling him names.

Wade goes to bother X-Men, X-men tells him to fuck off. Wade considers blowing up X-Men for full two panels. X-Men sends Domino who's kind of one of Wade's friend to fuck with Deadpool, we're convinced by two pages he beat the shit out of her, just to show up on the next pages that he actually made her fall over a bunch of pancakes.

It's so messy, it's so fucking funny because it's not "oh it's this BIG THING" and this "BIG TEAM UP" it's like they're on the same city, they have similar jobs of course they're going to bump on each other.

[nightingalespen]

Signed L.W

Author's note:

Hi all, I am so excited to share my first fanfic. This is a huge milestone for me, as I have always been an admirer of fanfiction and its writers. The writing process on this particular story has been a true whirlwind of emotions but I am proud of how this first chapter has turned out. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do and I can't wait to share the next few chapters in just a couple of days. I love y'all and hope you like the fic xoxo Nightingalespen 💋💫

Chapter 1 :

The reader enjoys a serene walk in Central Park, captivated by the beauty of the autumn season. They have a chance encounter with a striking silver-haired woman, leaving them intrigued and regretful for not learning more about her. Determined to break free from their mundane routine, they plan to meet their friend Harper for an exciting adventure in the city.

Chapter 1

Reader’s POV~

As you stepped onto the familiar path that meandered through Central Park on a crisp fall day, a steaming cup of coffee in your hand, you couldn't help but smile at the vibrant hues of oranges, yellows, and reds that adorned the surrounding trees. The cool breeze rustled the leaves, creating a mesmerizing symphony that serenaded your every step. With each inhalation, the air carried the unmistakable aroma of decaying leaves, leaving an earthy scent lingering in your nose. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dancing shadows upon the ground, almost as if the trees themselves were eager to join in the autumn festivities. As you took a sip from your warm cup, the soothing liquid traveled down your throat, radiating a comforting warmth throughout your body. The sip of caffeine invigorated your senses, enhancing the already delightful experience of being in the heart of nature. Your eyes wandered as you strolled through the park, capturing snippets of laughter from families playing in the nearby playground and the distant hum of street performers entertaining passersby. More and more people appeared, each reveling in the wonders of the season, clad in cozy sweaters and scarves, their breath forming small, airy clouds in the chilly air.

Lost in the tranquil ambiance of the park, your attention was suddenly diverted as you accidentally bumped into someone. Startled, you looked up to find a striking silver vixen standing before you, her piercing sapphire eyes reflecting the surrounding landscape. She possessed an air of elegance, with every strand of her silver updo meticulously in place. Apologizing for your clumsiness, you couldn't help but notice how this chance encounter punctuated the enchantment of the fall day. The silver vixen seemed to acknowledge your words with a nod, as if understanding your apology. One could say, “She exuded an awe-inspiring elegance, heightened by her extraordinary height. Her attire, a tasteful blend of vintage pieces, bold initials adorning her handbag, her hair impeccably coiffed in a blonde Alfred Hitchock-esque style, asserting its role as an accent to her wardrobe.” For a brief moment, time stood still. As you watched the silver vixen disappear into the distance, an inexplicable pang of regret washed over you. You cursed yourself inwardly for not mustering the courage to inquire about her name, to unravel the mystery behind her presence in the park. How could you let such an extraordinary encounter slip away without even knowing who she was? With a sigh, you continued to navigate through the bustling park, your thoughts consumed by the missed opportunity. As you walked, the crunching of leaves beneath your shoes mirrored the turmoil within your mind. The vibrant colors of fall, once so captivating, now seemed to pale in comparison to the older woman’s allure. 

Larissa’s POV~

As she made her way through the bustling crowd of Central Park, a sudden jolt caused her to stumble backwards. She turned around and lowered her gaze, expecting to find an apologetic face, but instead, she was met with the sight of a young woman, clutching her coffee cup tightly in one hand, her face drawn with worry. It was clear she had been entirely absorbed in her own world, unaware of her surroundings. And in that moment, she couldn't help but become captivated by her.

Her graceful features and youthful energy were truly enchanting. The way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, the mischief that twinkled in her eyes, and the genuine warmth that radiated from her smile all seemed to make her simply adorable. She couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this young woman who seemed completely lost in her own little world while she clung onto her precious cup of coffee. As she hurriedly apologized for the collision, Larissa reassured her with a simple nod of her head that it was a mere accident, though secretly, she cherished the brief encounter. 

[instabletay]

—//we don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars\\—

[meyerlansky]

but for real, if you don't buy barry's accent for curt you haven't heard actual brooklynites from the early 20th century talk:

snipped from this video

if anything, he enunciates a little too clearly to be accurate

[dudja]

The Statue of Liverty #vitaminwater #nyc #comedy #funny #parody #dudja #lol #silly #memes #statue #w

[vertigoartgore]

2019's Daredevil Vol.6 #1 (LGY : #613) cover by Julián Totino Tedesco.

[theycallmehobbitrex]

Was on my way to brunch when I saw this building I have no idea what this building is, but for some reason it definitely caught my attention.

[erene-e]

[bilbao-song]

vintage matchbooks ca. 1970s