#Danny Greer

[starlitangels]

Just saw a screenshot of a Tweet elsewhere that said:

“‘The problem with this shirt is that it’s pants.’ –my child with his head stuck in his pants”

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Moon knight reading order

2000-2024

For more In depth Reading order

Marvel Knights (2000) #4-14

Moon Knight Vol. 5 (2006-2009)

Moon Knight: Silent Knight #1 (2009)

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (2009-2010)

Shadowland Moon Knight(2010)/reading order

Secret Avengers(2010-2012)

Moon Knight Vol. 6 (2011-2012)

Moon Knight Vol. 7 (2014-2015)

Moon Knight Vol .8 (2016-2017)

Avengers (2018) #33-37

Moon Knight: City of the Dead(2023-2024)

Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood(2022)

Ms. Marvel & Moon Knight(2022)

Devil’s Reign: Moon Knight/reading order (2022)

Strange Academy: Moon Knight(2023)/strange Academy (2020-2022)

Moon Knight Vol. 9 (2021-2024)

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (2024)

Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu(2024-)

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watching vice principals

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Mare Phantom: Part 4

Hey @void-of-unparalled-chaos, sorry to hear about the pain. Hope you get better soon.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

It was after another bar with no information that Marc got the call. "Moon Knight here," he greeted on instinct. "I've found it," Reese's voice was thick and tinged with dread, "the Anti-Ecto Acts." "Reese?" "It's-," she audibly breathes deeply, "It's bad. It's really, really bad."

Instantly, Marc climbs to the nearest rooftop before he asks: "How bad?" "...Anyone who meets a certain threshold of 'ectoplasm contamination' is no longer considered sentient," horror coated each word, "It's legal to, and encouraged to- To detain, experiment on, and slaughter any who meet the criteria."

A vicious cocktail of anger, disbelief, and nausea swelled in Marc's chest, punctuated by the same feeling echoing from Steven and Jake. "How- How did anyone allow this to go through?" Jake asked, pleaded for an answer. "The bigger question is do the Avengers know?" Steven pointed out, but agreed regardless. "Ectoplasm as in ghosts, right?" Marc asked aloud instead. "Yes," Reese's voice shook slightly.

"Being dead's illegal now!?" Jake roared while Steven radiated the air of a man on the edge of hysterical laughter. "Right," Marc was beyond angry now, "I'd like you to do something for me, Reese." "Ok." "Print out two copies of the offical documentation for this...law, and I want you to attach a message to both." "What's the message?" "If I found out that any of you knew about this, the number of faces I've removed is going to go up."

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When relief past over Danny's face after the dose, Greer gave a sigh herself. "I take it it's working?" Badr asked with a slight smile on his lips. "Yeah, can still kinda feel it but-" Danny cut himself off, and sighed as he relaxed into the sheets. "I'll be getting some more, then," Greer stated with a smile. The Mission delicately plumped up his pillow as he yawned. With in a minute, Danny was asleep.

"Thank you Greer," Badr relaxed minutely. "Of cource, I'll see if any of the others need me." "If Reese is having no luck, could you send her in? I think a brief rest is in order." With a nod, Greer left the room quietly.

Instantly, the Mission spawned a door on the other side of the hallway. Greer startled slightly but stepped through.

Reese looked haunted. Two envelopes sat in front of her, the same message scribbled on both. For a moment, Greer was afraid that she might throw up. "Reese, are you ok?" "No... I found it, the Acts."

Reese stood up almost robotically. "I don't want to think that the Avengers know about it, but-" she paused and picked up the envelopes, "Could you take these?" "Where to?" "Sanctum Sanctorum, and Avengers HQ. Don't look up the Acts yet, wait until these are delivered." "OK," Greer nodded and took them, "I'm getting some more medication for Danny. Badr's asked if you can take over for him." "Yeah, just give me a moment and I'll head over."

With a nod that is echoed by Reese, Greer walked away, worry bubbling in her gut.

[vintage-every-day]

Humphrey Bogart wins the Oscar for Best Actor for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 at the 24th Academy Awards. Greer Garson presents the award; hosted by Danny Kaye.

[comicwaren]

From Phases of the Moon Knight #003

“Moon Knight-chan”, by Yuji Kaku

“The Past Is Present”, by Justina Ireland (W), Daniel Bayliss and Dee Cunniffe (A)

“Mini Marvels”, by Chris Giarrusso

[norashelley]

Jimmy Durante, Greer Garson, Bob Hope, Danny Kaye, and Tyrone Power present a check for the American Cancer Society.

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[trickster-archangel]

So. Thanks to the Italian national TV service, I'm finally watching H50 season 9 (yeah, I know, one day I'll find the time to put my ass in front of a screen and watch ALL seasons in HQ in ENGLISH, but that day is not today nor tomorrow nor next months, given my life's latest trends in disasters). Of which I basically watched probably five episodes at best, like s10, at the first airing (given my life's constant trend in disasters).

Tonight I watched 9x11.

.....ok.

You know those fics with a really promising plot, juicy tags, just the right length to be devoured in one sitting but still able to leave you yearning yet satisfied...and third paragraph in, it starts cramming epithets every two instances, fucks up characters' M.O. and voices, whacks grammar and tenses, and just forgets what they were doing/carrying/saying just ten paragraphs above....?

Yeah. Same.

[cantsayidont]

No crunking, but lots of haterating and hollerating and even some situations:

BRUTE FORCE (1947): Aptly named prison drama about a group of convicts (including Burt Lancaster, Charles Bickford, and radio actor Howard Duff) in a battle of wills and wits with the sadistic guard captain Munsey (Hume Cronyn). Forcefully directed by Jules Dasssin and certainly vivid, but the few moments of levity the Richard Brooks screenplay provides — such as a droll flashback sequence where former conman Spencer (John Hoyt, who later played Dr. Phillip Boyce in the original STAR TREK pilot) affectionately recalls the slick dame (Anita Colby) who once robbed him with his own gun — serve mostly to demonstrate that there's not enough light moments, even for such a determinedly grim and downbeat story. Worse, since the main action takes place entirely within the prison, women (including Ella Raines, Ann Blyth, and future TV Batgirl Yvonne De Carlo as well as Anita Colby) appear only in brief flashbacks. The film's main attraction is its superb acting — and even Lancaster's brooding sex appeal is somewhat overshadowed by Hume Cronyn's towering performance as the magnificently detestable Munsey. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Nope. VERDICT: Compelling in fits and starts, and Cronyn's Munsey is one of the screen's great villains, but it's so oppressive that your attention may start to wander, especially if neither Lancaster nor Cronin is currently onscreen.

HOTEL COCAINE Season 1 (2024): Colorful but sloppy Chris Brancato crime drama, based (apparently very loosely) on the life of a real person, Cuban exile and CIA asset Roman Compte (played, weakly, by Danny Pino), who, as the general manager of Miami's Mutiny Hotel, presided over the heyday of coke-fueled late '70s South Florida hedonism. Brancato uses this as a backdrop for a disappointingly ordinary gangster story, giving Compte a fictional older brother, Nestor Cabal (Yul Vázquez), indistinguishable from Brancato's previous fictionalization of Cuban cop/gangster José Battle Sr. in GODFATHER OF HARLEM (where he was also played by Vázquez), and pitting the brothers against a renegade DEA agent (Michael Chiklis) and an invading Columbian cartel led by Gilberto Henao (Juan Pablo Raba). Despite the title, the Mutiny setting is surprisingly under-utilized; the main plot is cliché-ridden and often listless; and the action is broken up by periodic fits of weird comic relief involving nervous acid-freak hotel owner Burton Greenberg (Mark Feuerstein), including bizarre appearances by Hunter S. Thompson (John Ventimiglia) and Rick James (Larry Powell) in the first two episodes. Pino is barely adequate in the lead, and it sometimes seems like Brancato foolishly expects viewers to find Roman sympathetic, which he really never is, even compared to his antagonists. The only real reasons to bother with the show are its Latina characters, including Roman's spunky teenage daughter Valeria (Corina Bradley); his sympathetic girlfriend Marisol (Tania Watson); and in particular Gilberto's sexy and sadistic Mexican enforcer/girlfriend Yolanda (Mayra Hermosillo). Alas, Laura Gordon is awful as Roman's loyal right-hand woman Janice, while Michael Chiklis, who had made such a strong impression as the antiheroic Vic Mackey on THE SHIELD, is just laughable as DEA agent Zulio. CONTAINS LESBIANS: Not in any meaningful way. VERDICT: Never dull, but too arch to be credible and yet not over the top enough to rival De Palma's SCARFACE, and unlike the similar but better-realized GODFATHER OF HARLEM, it has no particular insights to offer about either its era or its setting.

SEX-POSITIVE (2024): Cute but very dumb sex comedy, directed by Peter Woodward (who also co-scripted with Marie Kirby) about a down-on-her-luck young woman (Katherine Ellis) who moves into a New Orleans commune and, after her initial shock has subsided, becomes part of its loose-knit polycule of ongoing sex parties. The story tries hard to live up to its title, with mixed results: It largely avoids the performative dread sex comedies often evince at the idea of same-gender sex, and it even takes a few flailing stabs at body positivity, but much of its humor is still founded on the idea that people having a lot of (semi-public, maybe mildly kinky) sex is inherently outrageous, which means that if you don't blush and giggle at the mere idea of a sex party, the movie is only occasionally funny. On the other hand, it's refreshing to see a modern sex comedy that doesn't shy away from nudity, allows the characters to actually have sex rather than just talking about it, and doesn't paint the characters' promiscuous lifestyle as a moral failing that has to eventually be recanted. CONTAINS LESBIANS: Yes, although the script leans a little too hard on the idea that anything other than complete sexual fluidity is somehow regressive. VERDICT: In a less prudish cultural climate, a low-wattage comedy like SEX-POSITIVE would barely rate a yawn, but in an era of rampant self-censorship and dreary bourgeois repression, its dopey, good-natured smuttiness is sort of endearing.

SUNRISE AT CAMPOBELLO (1960): Okay Dore Schary film adaptation (directed by Vincent Donehue) of Schary's Tony-winning play, starring Ralph Bellamy (reprising his award-winning stage role) as Franklin Delano Roosevelt, recently stricken with infantile paralysis and struggling to decide if he can still have a political future, with Greer Garson as Eleanor, Ann Shoemaker as Franklin's imperious mother Sara, and Hume Cronyn as his friend and political advisor Louis Howe. At first, both Bellamy and Garson seem like they're overplaying their roles, with a bigness more suited to stage than screen; Garson's performance never really stops feeling like caricature, but Bellamy eventually disappears into his part and becomes surprisingly convincing. Cronyn and Shoemaker are both excellent, and extensive use of location shooting (including scenes staged in the Roosevelts' actual homes) keeps the film from feeling objectionably stage-bound, but the narrative's emphasis on the heroism of overcoming chronic illness (a struggle FDR took great pains to conceal as much as possible) is awfully sticky at points, and if you're not American, you may wonder what all the fuss is about. CONTAINS LESBIANS: There have been arguments for years about Eleanor (in particular surrounding her relationship with reporter Lorena Hickok), but you'll find none of that here. VERDICT: As biopics go, it's pretty top-drawer, but if you're not a history buff or don't care about the Roosevelts, it probably won't hold your interest.

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If you’re new to my blog and are unaware of my extensive AU about the Shaw Pack characters’ children, Click Here!

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THE LITTLE HOOP? OH MY GOD

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my ability to make any man a butch is astonishing

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Mare Phantom: Part 3

@void-of-unparalled-chaos, I've finally thought of a (semi-decent) title! Anyone who happens upon this, parts 1 and 2 are here.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

When Danny's blurry's eyes opened to a white light above, his heart lurched. For a split second, his eyes closed to quickly wipe the blurriness away. And opened to a very different ceiling. The light now resembled the moon, with the ceiling matching the rest of the night sky. Danny could even make out each of the maria that decorated its surface.

Even with the pain radiating from his shoulder still, Danny smiled softly as he listed them clockwise. He got to Mare Vaporum, before he noticed that he was not alone.

A man was sitting at his bedside. Glasses reflected the simulated moonlight and hid his eyes from Danny. "Hello," the man greeted with a smooth voice, "I'm glad to see you awake so soon. How is your pain?" "...Kinda bad," Danny found himself admitting. A hum vibrated through the air between them. "Are you allergic to any medication?" "No, but none of it works either."

The man's brow furrowed but he doesn't ask the usual question: "Can you tell me what happened?" Regardless, Danny kept his mouth firmly shut.

After a few minutes of silence, the man hummed again. "The wound, it's too large and in the wrong place for an accident. And you came here instead of a hospital. So, am I right in thinking that they hold a position of power?" Danny still didn't speak, but found his head darting into a short nod in spite of himself. The man nods back, invisible eyes closing as if to hold this information firmly in place.

"You needn't fear them anymore," he began, "You are inside the Midnight Mission, vessel of the House of Shadows, and temple to Khonshu." "...Who's Khonshu?" "Many things. Embracer, Pathfinder, Defender, Healer. Protector of those who travel by night. You speak to one of his fists, to the Hunter's Moon. So, if you can, who do we need to hunt?"

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A small crowd had gathered in the hallway outside the med bay. Chairs of varying styles had been placed, but Reese was the only one who sat. Soldier had immediately stood by the door's left side, ensuring the hallway he'd come from remained at least half in sight. From the other side of the hallway came Marc (or the system's body rather).

No one spoke. Not until Tigra appeared from a trapdoor in the ceiling, mostly full cupholder in hand. "What's happened?" she asked in place of a greeting. "Don't know, Mission's in near full lockdown," Soldier replied as Marc claimed a cup. "A young traveller arrived about an hour ago," Reese stated with a false calm, "Fell in the door, from the sky. Wound to his shoulder." "How bad?" Marc's familar tone rumbled. "Bone was exposed."

Tigra's tail lashed violently as Marc's jaw and Soldier's hand clenched equally tight. "Mission chained the doors after he came in," Reese breathed in deep. Before anyone else could speak, the door opened.

Badr was the picture of utter fury. "Danny is awake, and speaking," each word was cautious, as if the wrong one would shatter the fragile floodgates he was managing. "How is he?" Reese asked before anyone else could. "In pain, still. He said that no pain medication can help him." "Nothing? Not even the stuff for super-soldiers?" Soldier inquired. "We don't have that kind of medication." "I can try and get ahold of some," Tigra offered. "Alright then, one dose for now. Just until we know if it works."

At Tigra's nod, Badr finally picked up his cup. "Reese, Soldier," he turned to the two in question, "I'm in need of some research." "Who and what?" Soldier turned fully to Badr while Reese sat up. "The Ghost Investigation Ward, and a piece of legistation called the 'Anti-Ecto Acts' or something akin to that." "On it," Reese and Soldier filed out, Tigra heading out for her own task as well.

"Brother," Badr's full attention was on Marc, "I'll need your help with this." "Of cource. You'll have all of us, in any way we can." "Good, I have to got back in." "I'll see if my sources have any information." With a grim nod, they both headed off with determination in their strides.

[lucy-hp]

I don't understand the need for CR in this episode. Almost everything she did, Danny could have done it. Danno was relegated to the "be handsome & shut up" role.

She made a rookie mistake in creating the loop. How did she missed the guy walking into the elevator?

I cannot help but think CR killed Greer because she was about to say something she didn't want Steve to know.

Greer had the potential to be such an interesting antagonist for the team. And maybe a better final for the show than what we got.

Also, Alex had more chemistry with Rochelle Aytes than he ever did with MB.

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What Planet Are You From? (2000)

In today's review, I find that dating can be an out-of-this-world experience. As I attempt a #positive review of the 2000 alien-based romcom, What Planet Are You From? #GarryShandling #AnnetteBening #GregKinnear #BenKingsley #LindaFiorentino #JohnGoodman

The act of dating can be tough, no doubt about it, whether on Earth or in the throes of space. As the adage goes, Men are from Mars and women in turn from Venus, yet somehow we’ve got to find common ground, no matter how different our cultures are, or willingness to overcome this challenge. In the year 2000, a famed comedian showed the absurdity of modern dating in the new millennium from an…