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mattfractionblog:

I don’t know what to write. I thought, then, that I wouldn’t write at all and not worry about it any more. I thought I felt no need or desire to feel demonstratively about all this stuff; I don’t need to feel it in public for me to feel it. then I thought back to how I felt ten years ago tonight.

I thought about how I felt watching the lady in the aa group that would become my home group take her ten year coin at the start of the meeting. I looked at her and I thought she was fucking impossible, fucking intolerable, a goddamn magician and a liar and oh, oh god, oh god how I wanted what she had. Yeah. Ten years?

I used to mistake attention for affection. I used to think I wouldn’t live to see 30 let alone 40. I used to think I would die alone and unloved because I was alone and unlovable. I used to be ashamed of being mentally ill. I used to be ashamed to all for help. I used to think I was on fire all the time. I used to spend my days pouring booze and drugs on what I felt because I didn’t want to feel it. Good or bad, I was on fire and wanted oblivion. I used to do that stuff. I used to.

Ten years. I am fucking impossible, fucking intolerable, a goddamn magician, and I swear its all true. I don’t know how but it started in a room with a bunch of old drunks and a shitty cup of coffee and hearing for the first time that attention and affection are two different things. I showed up. I listened. I didn’t get fucked up that day. That was how I started.

Lots of people get clean and sober lots of different ways. I’m agnostic and aa worked for me; theres other ways. What matters is: getting clean, getting sober, can will and does happen, even to those of us that confuse attention for affection.

It’s the dark time of year here. When the temperature moves the forest sheds a mist that comes up from under their canopy of branches and eats the daytime straight out of the sky as it rises. It’s okay. In the dark and the quiet we can see even the tiniest of embers. I’ll light a candle for you. I’ll save a seat for you.

wyomingnot:

bomberqueen17:

You do. You really do. I just got the trade paperbacks and have read them each six times each at least. 

There is an entire issue from the dog’s point of view. I shit you not. It’s brilliant. And the bit right after that last part— he’s hopping on one foot half-dressed to get in the car in a great hurry (Katie is the getaway driver and she’s a fucking amazing driver for the record, as long as it has wheels— she doesn’t do boats) and he gets in there and she just sits there, takes her sunglasses off to stare at his shirtlessness, and says “Really? Really? With the abs and the—” and he flips his shit because the bad guys are abducting the damsel in distress and she’s sitting there ogling him.

Thank you, Kate Barton, for expressing just what is so great about the Marvel Cinematic Universe, in comic-book form.

Okay. So I really would like to give Hawkeye a try. But I’m in China for the duration and can’t just nip off to my local comic book shop. What’s a girl to do? Where’s a girl to start? 

Comixology has them!  You want the 17 issues written by Matt Fraction. The art in the post is all from his run with David Aja and it is brilliant! If you have a US bank card they take it and you’ll have them digitally. Direct link to the series in question.

peterquill:

“I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era.”

6/18 | Happy Birthday, Clint Barton 

(50th Anniversary of his first appearance in Tales of Suspense #57 + Mark Gruenwald’s birthday + His birthday as given by Matt Fraction)

The ‘Hawkeye’ series has been delayed due to unforeseen circumstances in the lives of the creative team, but issue #19 is being worked on now. Brevoort promised that news would be forthcoming soon about the book’s return. He encouraged fans upset about it not to yell at him on Tumblr, with a smile.

Source: SENYC: Marvel’s Next Big Thing (via tremoloep)

Life happens, team hawkguy. S’okay.  We’ll wait.

lokiloo:

So today this family came into the restaurant and I while I was serving them, their son saw my Iron Man and Captain America charms and said ‘Avengers! I love the Avengers!’ I smiled and asked who his favorite was, and he said “Iron Man!’ with such a conviction that I wanted to melt.

And then I…