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Rest in Peace, Stan Lee ❤️❤️
12.11.2018
There’s only one thing the marvel fandom can agree on.
Ant-Hony had the saddest death in the entire mcu
biggest plot twist in the entire mcu honestly
Paul Rudd aka Paul Stud was handing out cookies to voters. He autographs them with his saliva as shown here.
ok but reblog if you want scott lang as your grandma
´´ANT-MAN 3´´,ya Tiene Guionista.
El escritor Jeff Loveness fue fichado para estructurar la próxima aventura del ´´Ant-Man´´. Como guionista y coproductor, Loveness ya figuró en los créditos de la cuarta temporada de Ricky y Morty. Por otro lado, su pluma también se ha hecho presente en el programa Jimmy Kimmel Live! y en transmisiones pasadas del Óscar y del Emmy.
Con Ant-Man 3, este creativo de Rick y Morty estaría…
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´´ANT-MAN 3´´,ya Tiene Guionista.
El escritor Jeff Loveness fue fichado para estructurar la próxima aventura del ´´Ant-Man´´. Como guionista y coproductor, Loveness ya figuró en los créditos de la cuarta temporada de Ricky y Morty. Por otro lado, su pluma también se ha hecho presente en el programa Jimmy Kimmel Live! y en transmisiones pasadas del Óscar y del Emmy.
Con Ant-Man 3, este creativo de Rick y Morty estaría…
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I've never even watched Ant-Man and it's really obvious that the Stranger Things writing room ripped this off for the third season.
PAUL RUDD x BASKIN ROBBINS in
Ant-Man (2015) Ghostbusters: Afterlife (2021)
This is the opposite of the "Thanus" ploy.
Ant-man shrinks the infinity gauntlet and it no longer fits Thanos’ hand. The world is saved. The end.
That is America’s Ass
' A Small Favor Between Friends '
Peter Parker a.k.a Spider-man's B.F ( Best Friend ) Ned gets Shrunk to a little taller than a Lego Man by Robber whom somehow stole a 'Pym Particles Tech Gun' while Scott Lang a.k.a Ant-man & his team where off Earth .Peter chose to shelter Ned until they got back. Although, stuck as a Tiny Man Peter & Ned made the best out of the Situation. They still hung out playing Video Games (well Peter Played while Ned watched), Watched Movies ( to Ned Peter's TV was a Theater Screen), & Ned even enjoyed one aspect of being tiny by exploring the Lego Sets Peter built & even rode in a ' Lego Star Wars Millennium Falcon ' while Peter held it walking around the Apartment while Ned sat in the cockpit by a Lego Chewbacca pretending he's Han Solo . Peter made Ned being tiny fun for Ned as long as possible . Ned could tell he was becoming a burden to Peter at times, though Peter denied it. Wishing somehow to repay Peter but, what could tiny him do? Well, he'll get his wish but, not in a way he could've predicted! After, a hard day Peter was exhausted & Sore. Ned notices Peter's tired & exclaims his wish of wanting to help Peter but, dumbfounded by what he could offer? Suddenly, Peter flops one of his Giant Bare Feet on the Computer Desk by him. Ned felt warmth radiate of it & smelt Musk. He requests Peter to put his Foot down but, instead of compliance he's meet w/ a request. Mentioning Ned could repay him by doing a ' Small Favor Between Friends ' that his size isn't to small to do by giving him a Foot Massage . Ned didn't agree at first & tried to rack his mind for something else but, came up w/ zero ! Peter's persistent & won't budge so Ned begrudgingly agrees because, Peter's been so Good to him .Ned wasn't thrilled but, somewhat happy to at least be able to do this ' Small Favor '. Peter happily wiggled his Toes above Miniscule Ned's head in excitement as he approached & started rubbing the heel. After, months Growing back was forgotten has Ned's demoted from B.F to Foot Servant Rubbing, Kissing, Licking, & even eating Toegam off Peter's Feet & used for sex sometimes. When misbehaving or for Peter's amusement Ned became his FartCushion.
I want one.
So my dad loves ant man (I love ant man for different reason than he does 🤣) and he ordered an ant man action figure, it arrived yesterday! I didnt really think much of it, but this morning he had set up ant man on top of the microwave to surprise me. Ant man was positioned as though he had just been spotted and was beginning to run away. Omg borrower ant man 😍 i then picked him up and I was like omg I can replicate a gt image in real life, he is the perfect size!
So for your enjoyment and mine, here is my adventures with ant man this morning.
yo where is the fic
Imagine Nadia meeting the mcu Hank Pym and Janet .
She definitely thinks that Earth-19999 Janet is not as cool as her Janet lmaooo
Finds out what she's like here and just goes "Janet got de-yassified 😭😭😭"
But Nadia's still ready to go to bat for this woman, and minutes into the first meeting and she's interrogating Janet about Hank's treatment of her "Does he hit you?? Are you okay??? I've never killed anyone but I have all the training for it, just say the word."
But in a vacuum, outside of the abuse of her stepmother (? Idk how to describe her relationship w Janet), this version of Hank will make her feel... sad, I think.
There are a lot of thoughts I have to explain this, but without getting into a rant, Nadia is confronted with a reality where Hank is alive. And there. And not a murderous robot.
This could've been her life. When she had thought about her father in the Red Room, this was the man she thought about. But it isn't hers.
And that's really sad, I think.
lock, stock, and barrel
summary: your dog locks you out of your car. the locksmith who shows up to let her out? is kinda hot
pairings: scott lang x reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: you have a big dumbass dog (but a cute dumbass) and your dad is your wingman (and if you dont have a dad im ur dad now have you taken your meds today? wanna go fishing?)
a/n: this is based off of a tiktok i found, which you can watch here (x) nobody requested this but i love scott so much. big love.
A van pulls up to the house, and parks in front of the driveway. It’s repurposed, definitely, with the words “X-Con Security Consultants” lovingly (read: clumsily) painted (read: scrawled) onto the side.
“That’s Hank Pym’s kid,” your father says to your mother, and she scoffs.
“No he’s not, he's the intern boy,” she argues, but you don’t care who’s son he is or if he’s interning. He’s beautiful. He has a wide smile on his face as he makes his way from his sketchy van with a bag of tools in hand.
“Scott!” Your father greets, leaving your mother to grumble amongst herself about the man’s origins.
“Hey! Morning, sir!” Scott calls back, and your father gives him a firm handshake. Your father doesn’t notice the pain in Scott’s eyes when he does this, but you do, and you like him immediately for it.
Your father leads the conversation as he guides him over to your car, you shamefully stand by the passenger side, treats and toys in hand. You come around to greet them both.
“—it’s good for extra cash since our expertise is locks and security,” Scott finishes, and your dad listens with intense curiosity.
“Tell Pym I said hi,” he says, before noticing you.
“Ah, Scott, here’s the culprit,” he says, leading him over to you.
“Technically, Delilah is the culprit, dad,” you complain, and he scoffs a little.
“Who locked her in there?” he says playfully, and you gasp.
“She did!” you say, laughing, and there are smiles all around.
“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself, and Scott holds out a hand for you.
“I’m Scott,” he says, and you notice his hands are firm and soft, “I’m here to save your dog. And also your car.”
You smirk, “Thank you.”
You notice he smiles a lot, which is not something you mind. He places a small work bag down on the ground near your driver’s side. He bends his neck at awkward angles to try and make out where your buttons are through your tinted windows.
“Tell him what happened,” your dad encourages, crossing his arms with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face, though it doesn’t apply to this situation.
“I put her in my car to take her on a ride, and I was walking around the other side to get in, and she hit the lock button,” you say sheepishly, staring at Delilah.
Your father laughs and shakes his head, telling you to call him if you needed anything, returning inside to catch the rest of the baseball game for a team he couldn’t care less about.
“It happens to the best of us. She’s really cute,” he says encouragingly, and you smile, because she’s not the only cute one in your general vicinity.
“Hi Delilah!” He coos, and she barks at him.
“Delilah, no,” your mother scolds, and she stares at you from the passenger seat with her tongue out.
“Well, I see how it is,” he mutters, and you laugh. He looks back at you when you do and you notice the light on his hair and how he squints just a little bit when he smiles. He turns back to your car, and works a car door wedge into the window of the driver’s side door. His focus is intense.
“Where you guys headed?” He asks, budging the wedge in and turning a crank on the side.
“We were just going on a ride. I kinda wanted to take her to get Starbucks, but now I’m not sure she deserves it,” you say, crossing your arms, knowing full well Delilah would get her puppuccino anyway.
“Aw, of course she does,” he says, looking at her panting at him through the glass.
“Isn’t that right, Delilah?” He says. She pays no attention to him. But it’s okay. You’re paying enough attention for the both of you.
“She has beautiful eyes,” he muses, and you hum in agreement.
“You have really nice eyes too,” you compliment accidentally, and you can feel the heat on your face as you try to play it off.
“Thank you,” he says, and you note his smile in the reflection of your car window as he falters with the wedge and the crank.
“Can I get you something to drink?” you say, and he stops.
“Uh, sure,” he says. He kneels down in your driveway to look for something in the small bag of tools he brought with him.
“I think we have coke? And orange juice probably, unless you want like, a water or something,” you say, and he accepts the water offer.
You turn to leave, but your mom is already halfway in the house.
“I can go get it,” your mom says, throwing you a smile over her shoulder.
You’re stuck in an awkward silence for a few minutes as he wiggles and pushes and tinkers with wires through your window. He pulls out a malleable wire and shoves it through the window wedge. You watch him work, with precise hands and concentration plastered on his face. But soon enough, with persistence and skill, Scott unlocks your car from the inside, carefully removes the car door wedge, and subsequently frees your poor pooch from her automated prison.
He opens the door, and Delilah moves to the driver’s side to smell Scott. She jumps out of the car and starts sniffing around him, her leash hanging limply on the ground.
You retrieve it and let Delilah do her thing.
“Thank you so much,” you say, as he crouches down to say hello to your pup.
“Ah, it’s no problem,” he says, and begins speaking to Delilah in a baby voice, “especially when I meet cute puppies like you, yes I do, yes I do!”
Delilah is loving the attention, and she smiles as he pets her behind the ears. You give her butt a few taps and go to speak to Scott again, but your mom returns from the kitchen.
“I cut up some fruit for you guys,” she informs, like you two were best friends having a sleepover. She balances two cold bottles of water, and, sure enough, a plate of fruit she stole from a platter sitting in your fridge.
“Mom,” you whine a little, and your dad follows soon after, in pursuit of the fruit.
“I’m alright, ma’am. Thank you though.”
Your mom yells your dad’s name in the direction of the front door, clearly not seeing him behind her. He steals a chunk of fruit off the platter and complains, “I’m right here, woman,”
“Oh,” she says, laughing in your direction, before she informs him Scott had gotten Delilah out.
“Someone had to,” he grumbles, and he runs back inside to grab his wallet.
You watch as Scott stands and grabs his bag, smiling at Delilah and turning to return the stuff to his van. Delilah decides to follow him.
“Delilah, please,” you beg, and she stops pulling on her leash, sitting like a good girl. You watch as he puts some things in his truck, fiddling with something in there, before you realize you’re staring.
You open your driver’s side door, letting Delilah hop in that way instead, and climb in after her, bumping her off your seat. You stare at her intently. She smiles back, none the wiser.
“You, are going to be the death of me,” you assure her, and you're startled by a knock at your window.
You expect Scott, but it’s your dad. You roll down your window.
“I asked specifically for Scott,” he assures, and smiles at you.
“Dad,” you groan, head thumping your headrest. You sigh.
“Don’t be weird,” you plead, and he scoffs.
“When have I ever been weird?” He asks, followed by, “Don’t answer that.”
You absentmindedly pet Delilah.
“You want his number?” he asks, credit card in hand. You turn in your seat to look at Scott. He’s walking around to the other side of his van for something.
“Not from you!” you muse, and that’s all your dad has to hear, grinning in triumph.
“Dad!” you whisper harshly, “Don’t be weird!”
“I won’t!” he says, mocking your raspy whisper.
You watch in your rear-view mirror as your dad goes up to Scott and hands him his credit card. Some words are exchanged, and then your mother goes up to him too. You decide you can’t watch anymore, and you hide your face in Delilah’s fur.
“Delilah, what are we gonna do?” you say, and her ears perk up, because in her mind, you two are going to Starbucks for puppuccinos.
“Not that, Delilah. Scott is so cute,” you inform her. She already knows, her eyes tell you, and you look back over at them.
Scott is smiling at your car. He sees your face, and he waves, causing your parents to look over at you. You blush, and wave back at him. Your dad sends you a signal, but you don’t know what it means, and your mom’s exaggerated wink is overkill.
You sigh and check your phone. No alerts, alarms, or notifications to take your mind off of the situation.
You hear Scott’s truck start up, and he pulls away as easily as he pulled in, and that’s that. Just another candle in the wind, a cute guy you’d never see again. But apparently, your parents had other plans.
Pulling out of the Starbucks drive-thru, you pull into a parking spot to let Delilah enjoy her cup of whipped cream. You take a sip of your icy beverage, and you hear your phone ding. Checking your notifications, you realize it’s from an unknown number, and your heart jumps thinking who it could be.
Opening your phone, Delilah whines in anticipation for the whipped cream in the Starbucks cup in the holder.
“Hang on, ‘Lilah,” you say and you open your phone to read the message.
did delilah get her puppuccino?
You smile at the text, and move to take a picture while you let Delilah go to town on her treat. Your phone chimes again and you hold the cup with one hand, skillfully checking your messages with the other.
it’s scott by the way. didn’t know if you could tell.
You text back Delilah’s picture. You could tell it was Scott.
“Delilah,” you say, “thank you so much for locking my door. You’re such a good girl,”
She knows. She decides to accept her payment in puppuccinos from now on.