Vintage Leverage. The Post-war Economy Boom Provides Many Advantages For Soldiers Coming Home And Their

and this whole world is haunted

honest to god can't stop thinking about this song about jeff bezos by philip labes (link takes you to his spotify). it's such a good example of politically driven folk music.

went over an old sketch again to fix it up a bit bc ??? I am still wondering ??? where the hell white vision went??? babe your wife is right there (under a pile of rocks) :/

The best example of the gulf between Nat and Steve that neither of them see is that Steve would absolutely not read Nat’s file that she shared with the world post-SHIELD, to prove that his friendship with her, and Nat would absolutely assume that Steve had read her file, to prove his friendship with her.

And both of them would assume that the other understood exactly the right choice and acted accordingly, and never even think to discuss it.

Because friendship.

When the war is over.

why are time loops always only like 1 day long?

the real horror is a months or years long time loop. no speedrunning your torture here. you have to sit with the consequences of your actions for a loooong time before the release of knowing the consequences and actions have been erased.

but oh, all the actions and consequences are gone. those relationships you built? empty. you can never build them again without the constant guilt of knowing that it's not as real the second, third, thirtieth time when you already know all their secrets and they none of yours.

but you can't hide. you can't isolate yourself because what if this is the time the loop breaks and then what? years gone by of missed chances with people who have changed you a thousand times and now circumstances have changed. you can never build back what was washed away by your own inaction. they'll never be able to meet you like they did the first time if you don't choose to meet them the first time every time

Been a really long time since I've watched Daredevil but I do remember coming away from it feeling like it presented a pretty compelling internally-consistent moral justification for the vigilante thing. You're not planet-crackingly powerful, it's just that you can hear, in detail, every awful thing your neighbors are doing to each other, every night that they're doing it. You can't not know and you can't pretend not to know and when the kid tells you the next day that he just fell down the stairs you can't fall back on the provided ambiguity to absolve yourself of your responsibility to act. Semi-relatedly, you're really really good at martial arts. Start the clock

Bucky wakes up and there’s a hand in his- in the open cavity of his chest. He screams, even though he knows better, he knows better. There’s a flash of silver as the hand pulls back. A scalpel. They were- they were cutting him up inside again and how could he have ever thought this was over, it’s never over-

Who the hell is Bucky?

Fixed the slight foreshortening error from before and… yeah.

everything is cold