#SuperHerois

[clebercartum01]

Um estudo publicado na Nature mostra que as interações entre neandertais e homo sapiens ocorreu há cerca de 100 mil anos

[wizardpracaseca]

É hora de mostrar sua fantasia de Halloween! 👻✨ De bruxas a super-heróis, todos estão convidados a participar! 󰩂󰭉 Vamos criar uma galeria assustadoramente divertida! Vamos juntos espalhar a magia do Halloween! Mal podemos esperar para ver todas as suas fantasias! 🎉💀

#WizardByPearson #EscolaDeIdiomas #Halloween #Bruxas #Fantasmas #Superherois #Paratodosverem #wizardpracaseca

[etcemais]

O Prime Vídeo liberou mais um teaser de Gen V, spin-off de The Boys.

A série será ambientada na Godolkin University, a única universidade no universo de The Boys que é dedicada a moldar as mentes dos jovens super-heróis. No novo teaser conseguimos ver mais da Marie Moreau, que pode controlar sangue com a mente. Ela é uma caloura e precisa aprender a dominar seu poder para sobreviver ao seu primeiro ano e tentar se tornar a primeira mulher negra nos Sete.

O elenco conta com Jaz Sinclair, Chance Perdomo, Lizzie Broadway, Shelley Conn, Maddie Phillips, London Thor, Derek Luh, Asa Germann, Patrick Schwarzenegger, Marco Pigossi e Sean Patrick Thomas. A série conta com Eric Kripke como produtor executivo, enquanto Michele Fazekas e Tara Butters comandam a produção.

Confira a sinopse oficial:

“Gen V é uma série irreverente, com classificação para maiores de idade e que explora a vida dos competitivos e hormonais Supers, enquanto eles colocam seus limites físicos, sexuais e morais à prova, competindo pelos melhores contratos nas melhores cidades. É uma mistura entre uma série colegial e Jogos Vorazes, com todo o coração, a sátira e a obscenidade de The Boys.”

A série estreia no dia 29 de setembro.

[local-meme-lord]

A weird question based on a few topolino covers.

Feel free to go ham in the tag and comments I love reading people's thoughts.

[negreabsolut]

Spiderman simbiont!, per PaulCameronART. [font]

[therealbeachfox]

"Why do we make laser grids like these?" came the chirp from across the table.

"What do you mean?" Otto responded without looking up.

"I mean, instead of a messy random arrangement of lasers that a nimble intruder might be able to jump through, why not a simple grid wall with no gaps large enough to allow a person to pass?"

Otto sighed heavily and looked up from the blueprints he'd been amending and reworking to focus on his nephew. One of his nephews. One of his multitude of nephews because none of his siblings understood the concept of wrapping it up. He was at Mykola's place, so probably one of his. Too young to be Aiden, too old to be Eric. A, B, C... Connor? Conway? Conrad? One of those. At that extra annoying age where they're too curious for their own good, and have started to believe they actually know something, so get real argumentative about it when you prove they don't.

There's a reason why Otto didn't have kids. Or deal with kids. And tried to talk the Boss out of putting kids into his deathtraps. Fucking kids. Ugh.

"Because if we did that, it'd be impossible to get through." he said, hoping it'd satisfy the kid.

"But isn't that what you're trying to do?" Mykola's boy had his head twisted around to try and look at the blueprints from his uncle's perspective and was tracing out the twisting pathways with his eyes. "This whole thing is a giant 'You Can't Get In Here' tunnel. I don't understand why you're leaving holes in the security."

Well, the kid had actually asked, instead of just flat out stating that his way would be better. Otto grit his teeth and settled himself back for a proper lecture. "You're thinking too mundanely, kid." The boy looked up curiously and brushed a tangle of near-black hair out of his eyes. Slightly mollified, Otto continued. "This isn't like designing security for a bank or vault or something. This is something for my Boss. So we're already not designing like we would for the public sector, right?"

"Yeah? Yeah." Con-whatever agreed, though still looking just as confused.

"So, our issue is, whoever comes looking for whatever it is that the Boss is gonna put at the end of this is already going to be uniquely skilled and driven. Not just your average jewelry robbers or beat cops, right?"

"Right, yeah, you're going to be dealing with capes or cowls and stuff, sure. But wouldn't that mean you'd want it all extra locked down?" The kid was now looking directly at him. But with the intense look of someone who didn't understand but wanted to. It was by far more annoying than if the kid had just been flat-out disparaging of the whole process. Now Otto couldn't just tell him to shove off without feeling bad about it. Ugh.

"Well, here's the thing. If this was something the Boss really wanted to keep away from people, he'd have it put in some indistinguishable bank vault lock-box by a patsy that one of us underlings had hired through a third party, leaving two whole layers unaware of who even wanted the thing in there, and at least three whole layers who have no idea what the object even is besides. But he's not doing that, he's putting it at the end of a long tunnel of traps, alarms, and obstacles. Which means, what he wants is for whoever's coming after him to go through the whole thing. Which means it's gotta be at least theoretically possible to get through the whole thing. If you were a cowl and you came across a perfect laser grid that there was no way to squirm your way through and no way to work around, what would you do?"

Mykola's kid frowned down at the blueprints, eyebrows furrowed in tweenage concentration. "Start cutting through the walls, I guess. Either to find a way to cut the power, or to bypass the tunnel all toget-OH! Ooooooh, okay! I see, I see!" Otto grabbed the edge of the table to steady it as the kid started bouncing a little in his seat. "If you make it impossible, the cowls will start thinking outside the box and start looking for ways to end-run around the whole thing. If you make it difficult, but still possible, they're going to be too busy focusing on how to do the almost impossible thing so they're still playing by your Boss' rules instead of making up their own!"

Otto grunted and bit back the hint of a smile that wanted to cross his lips. Last thing he wanted to do was encourage the brat; then he'd be stuck answering questions all day. "Now you've got it. Make it hard enough that they waste as much time getting through it as possible without breaking out their bat-themed metal cutters or retreating and finding another way to come in altogether. Same reason why museums do it this way. Otherwise, the only way to get at shit would be to blow a hole in the floor, and that'd damage way more artifacts than whatever the thief was targeting originally."

"Okay, I think I totally get it. Is that why the HVAC ducts are big enough for sidekicks to get through? In case they can't work stuff out?"

Otto blinked and scowled back down at the blueprints to figure out what the kid was talking about, "No? No! I've got them as small as they can get without leaving the air rank, and we've got mesh grids every five feet just in case they try anyway."

The kid pointed down at one point in the blueprints and traced out a line that went way from one-third of the way through the hallway to right near the end, "Not on this one. And it's got this other branch that leads out to the bathrooms in the laundry mat you're using as a front, even!"

Otto squinted down at what the kid was pointing out. It was a second branch of the air circulation network, focused mainly on the above ground business, but with a few pipes down below ground as federally mandated backups to the system he'd been focusing on locking down. "No. That's not for the sidekicks." He growled and grabbed for an eraser and pencil and got to work grinding out alterations.

"Huh. So what about the-" the kid started.

"One thing at a time. Let me get this fixed, then you can ask the next one, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, okay!" The kid shrugged and grabbed up one of Otto's old notebooks that had the first iteration of designs for the Boss' main vault and started reading while kicking his legs.

Otto just ground his teeth and focused on his work. Only thing worse than a kid was a precociously bright kid with an honest interest in your work. Worse thing in the goddamn world.

He should message Mykola and let him know he needed to get one of his other kids to bring up snacks for the brat. He was at that age where he was going to get hungry long before Otto was done.

"Why do we make laser grids like these?" "What do you mean?" "I mean instead of a messy random arrangement of lasers that a nimble intruder might be able to jump through, why not a simple grid wall with no gaps large enough to allow a person to pass through?"

[blogwelberfotos-blog]

DESENHOS DE CHLOE SUPER HEROIS BRASILEIROS CONFIRA NO FANCLUBECHLOE.BLOGSPOT.COM

COLECAO DE BONECAS. ELAS TEM OURO SERIAM JOIAS.

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 15 - Hit me on the head

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing I don't think? Some angst!

Hi again! Sorry a bit of a shorter chapter as the next one is quite long and I'm still fiddling around with the dialogue. Also...sorry for making Peter Q the bad guy...I don't know why that happens often in my fics hehe.

You sat in the car considering your options. Too far to walk home, especially at night by yourself. Too far to walk back to Peter’s – not that you’d want to, anyway. God, no.

You caught yourself replaying the events of what had happened with him and screwed your eyes shut. Not now. Leave that in a box for the time being, concentrate on getting home first.

You tried to pull up a mental map of the area in your mind, but you didn’t really know it well enough beyond the way back to Granny’s place and the fuzzy outline of everything else. You were pretty sure there was a gas station not too far from here that would surely let you call a tow or Wanda, but you weren’t sure of the exact direction it was in, and you didn’t want to set off the wrong way in the dark by yourself.

You got out of the car and popped the hood, trying to use the dim light of the nearby streetlamp to illuminate the inside. You attempted to fiddle with a few things, but the poor visibility and your limited knowledge of engines meant you didn’t get far. Everything ‘looked’ as it should…in the dark at least...so you sighed heavily as you admitted defeat and slumped back inside.

After running through every possibility, including hitchhiking (too murdery) and trying to push Sally a little to see if that nudged the engine (too superheroy), you got out of the car briefly and wandered down the road in both directions to see if you could find any signs of life – but there was only the occasional car in the distance, too far away to notice you, and the sounds of the interstate nearby.

Sally’s digital radio said it was 11pm and you accepted the best option you had was to camp out here for the night, then regroup when the sun came up. You would set off to find the gas station, maybe try flag a passing car to use their phone. It wasn’t ideal, but it was all you had.

Fortunately, you had a blanket and old hoody stashed in the trunk, so you splayed across the backseat and attempted to get yourself as comfortable as you could. You kicked off your heels and wrapped yourself up. You laid in the dark, stifling a derisive chuckle as you thought about how ridiculous this all was. Your body already pulsed from the discomfort of your position and the dinner from earlier felt heavy and acidic in your stomach. But you did your best to ignore it all, closing your eyes and hoping to catch at least a few hours of sleep.

*

You must’ve somehow drifted off as sometime later you were awoken by something. Your eyes blearily focused as your initial confusion cleared and you grimly remembered where you were. You couldn’t see the car’s clock from this angle, clueless as to what time it was.

You heard a noise, a loud hum that seemed to be getting closer. That must’ve been what woke you.

You sat up, groaning at the stiffness of your limbs as you wiped the condensation from the back passenger window and peered outside – finding nothing but darkness. It was still nighttime, you leaned over the seat and saw on the radio it was a little after midnight.

The humming noise was getting louder and louder, it sounded like a lawn mower…or a chainsaw. You couldn’t make sense of it. It felt familiar but you couldn’t place it in your sleepy haze. Groggily, you pressed your face to the glass as your brain caught up.

You saw it then, the bright light that illuminated the road and Sally as the noise became deafening, and you suddenly understood.

A headlight.

A motorcycle.

The bike came to a sudden stop in front of the car and the noise ceased, causing you to sit up sharply and check the doors were locked. You unsteadily shrank back under the blanket as a figure approached the car. Was that…?

“Sugar?” called the voice as the figure moved around the car, muffled through the window glass but still unmistakeable. “Is that you?”

“B-Bucky?” you croaked in surprise as he came into view, squinting as he shined his phone torch through the windows at you.

Relief flooded you as you saw him lean over and squint as he looked in, his face concerned and confused.

Thank God for that!

But your feeling of respite soured as embarrassment surged. As grateful as you were…why did it have to be him of all people? Even another member of the MC would’ve been fine, although you knew beggars couldn’t be choosers. You were still furious with him, still wounded by his earlier betrayal, and now here you were – intensely vulnerable and desperate for his help. You hated that he would now have this over you, that you had no choice but to lean on him.

But you did have a choice, even if it wasn’t the right one.

He knocked on the window, “Sugar? I was just passing saw Sally parked up. What’s going on? Are you alright? Did you break down?”

You turned away, mortified.

“Sug? Open up. I can help”.

“No��” you said quietly.

“What?”

“No!” you snapped, loud enough for him to hear. “Leave me alone, Bucky. I don’t want your help…”

“Sug…”

“No!” you shouted again, unable to stop the tears from falling. “I said no! I’d rather take my chances by myself”, your voice was shaky.

You knew you were being wholly unreasonable. But you couldn’t help it. After the night you’d had, how tired you were, you simply didn’t have the bandwidth to add him to the mix and ‘owe’ him this favour.

“You’re being ridiculous…this is stubborn even for you,” he chastised, “C’mon. You’re sleeping in your car on the side of a road miles from home, for fuck’s sake. Just open up. And what’s happened to your face…?” He paused, softening as he watched you through the glass, “Look…it’s not safe out here, let me help you”.

You frowned at his admonishment despite knowing he was right. You could go home! Help was right there! You were being a stubborn baby! You were drowning at sea, and someone had thrown you a life preserver!

But why did it have to be that person who found you, of all the 7.9 billion human beings on the planet?

Even in your worked up state you knew full well you were acting insanely, logic was not winning out.

“No! I’m still mad at you, and I’m always gonna be mad at you…” you scoffed childishly.

He exhaled in frustration, pressing his hand against the glass as he looked at you defeatedly. “Sug…”

You turned away from him fully, burying yourself under the blanket and trying to stifle your sobs.

“Okay…” he sighed, “Have it your way”.

You laid perfectly still, keeping your eyes shut and hoping to somehow skip all of this and get straight to morning. After a few minutes you peeked out, but Bucky was gone. You weren’t sure why you felt a faint glimmer of disappointment, as he’d done exactly what you asked him to, but today wasn’t a day of rational emotions. Thankfully, tomorrow would bring a new day. Maybe you’d be a little more sane by then.

Your eyelids weighed heavily as you settled back across the seats, and rest finally came.

[v4guelyv4mpiric]

what if Kurt and Warren thought holding hands was uncomfortable bc of their mutant-ness and preferred holding each other's wrists. that would be so cute. and very superheroy of them somehow.

[new-revenant]

Dannymay Day 24: Electricity

She’s back! A redraw-and redesign-of Dani as a Batman vigilante, Bataze! Why did name her Bantaze before. The bat theming was right there. Also Battaze is a good variant, can’t decide which is better.

The story I was writing for her, “Only God is my Judge in Wayne Manor” is on indefinite hiatus, like my other dp x dc story. I just tried to juggle too many characters with no idea of what I was really doing, which gave me massive burnout. If I were to start over the story from scratch, I would have Duke meet her and have him take her in as her sidekick. And by that I mean Dani would force her way into becoming his sidekick. I honestly should’ve focused the story on him more, I don’t think I even mentioned him much in the fic ha ha. I love you Cass, but this wasn’t supposed to be your story. Anyways, design notes, the original drawing, and a link to the original drawing is under the cut. Oh, and an alt version of his outfit with split color is also under the cut. I dunno, I just like these colors better personally, but you might like the alt version!

This is what the original looked like. While it’s not bad, I still kinda like how it looks actually, there are some noticeable anatomy mistakes. What are those legs. I’ve gotten better but I’m still not perfect. But I am better. Also I don’t know why I drew her boobs like that, idk it just looks weird. And while the fit does look good on her, it also doesn’t look superheroy enough. Which is where this new design comes in:

I made her look more like Danny with the suit. I know I have made a ghost form suit for her before, but I wanted her design to be more simple. Her logo is based on Danny’s and Robin’s, more specifically the fact that Robins have logos on them, so it wouldn’t look too out of place for Dani to have one. The logo looks like a D, P, and B, all in one. People-and probably also the BatFam-would be a bit confused as to why her logo looks so weird, but she knows what it’s supposed to be, so she doesn’t really care ha.

The whole suit is rubber like Danny’s suit, with stainless steal tips on her fingers and the soles of her shoes. I also changed her mask to be more in line with the other Batfam’s masks. And her hair is more symmetrical, it looks like she has little devil horns haha.

Here’s the alt version! And here’s the link to the original drawing -> here. I’m glad I came back to this design, I’ve gotten much better at character design since I first made it. Maybe I’ll came back to again, but it’ll be more like deciding with version of this outfit to use than a total rework.

[artbyblastweave]

Do you have a favorite example of the casual but superheroy look done well?

@jenlog on the original post called out the ITSV iteration of Miles Morales as a good example, and the reason he's such a good example is that the precise pairing of traditional iconography-laden patterned spandex with the jacket, sneakers etc. has the twofold effect of A.) breaking up the silhouette in fun ways (important) and B.) being an obvious personalized spin on an old formula, a demonstration that he was fully capable of adhering to his predecessor's aesthetic if he'd wanted to but instead chose to break from it in considered ways.

Basically any superhero from the 90s who paired a duster or one of those short bomber jackets with otherwise-traditional spandex is invoking a similar effect- Gambit, Rogue, Starman, Superboy, Animal Man, that whole set. I've a fondness of the Bomber-Jacket look, again for silhouette reasons.

Quite a few of Luke Cage's outfits juxtapose his bracers and belt with what's basically a normal shirt of some kind, and I like that look a lot. And ironically Iron Fist's comic-iteration executes the modified tracksuit look better than the live action could ever hope to.

Can't forget the Mr. Knight iterations of Moon Knight, although the prospect of wearing a full dress suit into battle wraps back around into "obviously a costume with a budget"

[phoenix]

Hmm, trying to think of a dumb/silly superheroy movie to maybe torment friends with tonight.

And before any smartasses show up with their least favourite MCU movie or the Flash movie or something, anything from the Big Two is already too high of quality.

[easterartist]

|Titan and the turtle tots go to a music competition!|

|part 2| (@tmnt-crossover-polls )

"Onii-san, why is everyone else wearing stickers?" 

He blinked, glancing over at Raph with a curious gaze," What do you mean?"

Raph started pointing to a group of Turtles that were passing by. One was bigger than the rest, and wore a black mask with colorful mask tails while the four smaller ones all wore colors that seemed weirdly identical to the ones him and his brothers wear.. 

Then again, this is like how him and his brothers met those squishy versions of them so.. His best bet was that this place was full of other versions of him and his sibs..

He pushed the thoughts aside forcefully. Thinking about them was-.. Ah, he should focus.

He looked closer and noticed how they did infact wear stickers instead of wristbands.

His eyes widened in surprise, before he turned to the younger turtle," Huh.. I.. Don't know. "

Leo whined from where he laid on the older's lap, him throwing his hands out dramatically," no fair! I want stickers! Why can't we get stickers!!!???" 

Donnie leaned back from his twin, avoiding being hit by his arms as he replied," maybe it's because our group needed wristbands instead… for some odd reason."

Leo pouted at his twin," But why?? What could possibly be the reason??" 

Titan reached up to where Mikey was perched on his shell, him rubbing the others head gently. He inwardly chuckled at the purr that left the youngest. As he did that , he started speaking," … well, maybe it's because of our team?" 

The younger slider's eyes narrowed, his arms crossed," What about our team?!  We're awesome!"

Donnie spoke up again, him sliding his glasses up as he spoke," actually.. I think I know.. Unfortunately.. All four of us have tried to eat things we weren't supposed to… including stickers. So maybe whoever brought us here wanted to make sure we didn't try eating them.."

That's.. A surprisingly good point.

Raph moved to where he was draped over Titan's arm, him now frowning," but we know better now.. Right?"

Titan hummed," You guys do know better now.. Maybe.. Well, Donnie, You don't like certain textures right? That also includes the stickiness on stickers? Maybe they're keeping in mind about that!"

Leo dramatically gasped, his eyes blown wide as he shot up from where he laid," OHMIGOSH THAT MAKES SENSE!"

Donnie's expression turned thoughtful before he started to nod slowly,".. It kinda does.."

The conversation dwindled from there, Titan making sure the kids ate something relatively good for them (he had gotten better about making sure they were eating stuff that wasn't too junk foody..). 

After that, they has noticed a billboard with brackets on them.

The oldest in their group had to explain what brackets were to the kids, them starting to get excited about the fact that it would show them who they would be against.

"Oh I hope we'll be going against a team that's really cool! Ooo maybe we're going against superheros!", Leo practically shouted, him flapping his little arms as fast as he could with stars practically shining in his eyes.

Donnie readjusted his glasses as he read the name of the team they were against outloud," 'shellshocked'.. Hm… it doesn't sound very superheroy.."

Titan grinned, him patting Donnie's head as he replied," Hey, there's a bunch of superheroes whose names aren't very superheroy.. "

The purple clad softshell narrowed his eyes at the older, clearly not believing that," Uh huh…sure.."

Raph tilted his head from where he stood, him holding up Mikey like he would one of his plushes. The youngest didn't look bothered by it, him smiling contentedly from where he as held up. The oldest turtle tot shrugged his shoulders then, him grinning as he did so," I think it sounds superheroy…"

Mikey chirped in agreement, and Titan couldn't help but grin," looks like majority thinks it's superheroy. "

Donnie rolled his eyes, pouting as he crossed his arms. He let out a huff as he did. Titan rubbed the others head comfortingly, a small chuckle leaving him as he did. 

(There were two cameos here! Sunset linings by @iamheretemporarly and Shellshocked by @lieutenantbiscute !)

[etcemais]

[🖥️] O Prime Vídeo libera pôster e data de lançamento de Gen V, série derivada de The Boys.

Gen V estreia no dia 29 de setembro.

[deimosbreakfrost]

imagina você tá na plateia e vê uma baqueta indo na sua direção (e provavelmente escrita "tre cool")

mike. PORQUE ELE TA FAZENDO ESSA POSE DE SUPERHEROI , quer dizer, o amazing Mike Dirnt é um super herói *efeitos de quadrinhos*

mt bahia cpded o tre com um baquete😍😍