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trickerydickerydock:

So we know how two of the favorite superhero peril tropes are A) Threaten a Loved One and B) Villain unwittingly taking the in-civvies Hero as a hostage. Venom and Eddie’s situation presents an opportunity for a special hybrid of both.

Because honestly, both Venom and Eddie have all the subtlety of a firework stand in a bonfire and X Evil Organization is bound to tail the burly man-eating monster to Eddie’s home and

Goons, breaking down the door: Alright Brock, no more games

Eddie: What

Goons: Don’t play dumb here, Eddie. We know the truth and our employer is determined to have a long, violent chat with the bastard eating all of his men. So we’ll make this simple for you:

Goons: Where is your 10 ft tall cannibal boyfriend?

Eddie: 

Venom, inside Eddie: Eddie. Eddie, tell them where he is

Eddie, going thru every stage of grief and inventing new ones: ………………..um

Venom, all up in Eddie’s everything, every slime cell of him laughing to tears: Tell them where your boyfriend is, Eddie 


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linguisticparadox:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

nothing is more fucking cathartic than 8 full minutes of the mcelroy brothers ripping into fantastic beasts and dragging johnny depp through the mud

@linddzz

Stories are like pancakes

wrex-writes:

Look, your writing doesn’t say anything about you.

I mean, it comes from you. But whether you write something good or something bad, it doesn’t mean anything. A story isn’t a sign. It doesn’t prove your talent or lack thereof.

A story is something you make, not something you are.

To return to a metaphor I used once: think about making pancakes. Sometimes you turn out an A+ pancake, and sometimes you burn the shit out of one. You make another one, they all go in the pile, and there’s always someone who enjoys the burnt ones. You would never take a single pancake and say it alone represents your pancake-making talent forever, or that it reveals how smart, interesting, or lovable you are. We can’t judge your soul by a pancake. It’s made of batter.

And someone always eats the burnt ones.