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spaceshiprocket · 10 months

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RIP John Romita Sr. 1930 - 2023

#john romita sr #spider-man #marvel #comics

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ungoliantschilde · 2 months

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Spider-Man by John Romita, Jr., with Inks by John Romita, Sr., and Colors by Jose Villarrubia.

This was published as a Marvel Limited print, and I believe it was used as a poster. It has been published in multiple books as well. Johnny was interviewed by Tom Scioli and Ed Piskor for their cartoonist kayfabe youtube channel, and he mentioned that of all the work he's done over the years, this is the one that he will never sell. It is hanging in his office, next to his drawing desk.

my buddy, curtvile, shared this first. I hunted down a larger version of the images by checking out Jose Villarrubia's facebook.

#Spider-Man #John Romita Jr.#John Romita Sr.#Jose Villarrubia #Curtvilescomic #Cartoonist Kayfabe #Master Class #Art Process #Process #Marvel Comics #Marvel #Comics #Art #Illustration

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wwprice1 · 10 months

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RIP John Romita Sr. A legend.

#marvel #john romita sr #John Romita #Spider-Man #peter parker #Amazing Spider-Man #RIP John Romita

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wonderful-strange · 11 months

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The Amazing Spider-Man #121, June 1973. Cover art by John Romita St. The Death of Gwen Stacy! Greystoke Trading Company

#spider-man #spiderman #spider man #amazing spider-man #john romita #johnny romita #john romita sr.#gwen stacy #death of gwen stacy #marvel comics #comic books #superheroes #superhero comics #comic book covers #1970s #greystoke trading company

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rainydayfix · 1 year

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Jealous?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: Steve was never a jealous partner. He knows you can take care of yourself. But when someone gets too close for comfort, maybe it's time to finally step in.

warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI!!!), smut, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, a shade of possessiveness but consensual and rough

word count: 1.2k

Notes: Please do not copy, steal, etc. My ask box is currently open if you want to send fic ideas / imagines / etc.

You and Steve always entered the loft together. And left together. Somewhere along the way, you’d lose each other since Tony threw the most lavish parties, sometimes for no reason than he could. Steve’s arm wrapped around your waist comforted you until it slipped away as the both of you were pulled in different directions.

Seconds became minutes, that became an hour or two at most. One thing that Steve loved most about you was your ability to make friends everywhere. You had a warmth for conversation that other people seemed latch onto you. The party was full of familiar faces and not-so-familiar ones.

This night, in particular, you could read the guy a million miles away. You had seen him come in with a couple of buddies reeking of entrepreneurial desperation. He was young, overconfident to be at an Avengers party; eager to maybe land some deals with Stark Industries, or just get a few flashing selfies with the crew themselves, anything to boost his influencer profile. He wasn’t exactly annoying, but there was something about him you couldn’t shake off – you talked with friends, he tried to “nice guy” his way into the group; you went to refill your drink, he was there thinking he could give you a helping hand.

You didn’t need to be rescued. At the most, he was helplessly flirtatious, but harmless, increasingly annoying, and way out of his league. But as you stood by the billiard table, and he tried to slip his hand on the table, and graze your elbow, you’d never seen the look of shock like he did and his flailing escape out of the living area. You turned to see Steve, bearing a scowl, his hand on his hip, not needing to say a word to make the guy practically run for his life.

Steve’s arm wrapped around your waist, and he stood, nonchalantly with a glass in his hand. “I can take care of myself,” you said, still comforted by the presence of someone you loved instead of someone just looking to take advantage of the evening.

“Yes, you can,” He said, grazing his lips towards you neck. You both stood for a moment – looking towards the party, the music of the loft pulsing, conversation flowing, time seeming to slow down.

“Jealousy looks good on you,” you quipped.

That got his attention. One of the last things Steve honestly liked to be called was jealous – to him it instantly translated into a cuckold, a misogynist, a white bro who liked to treat his women like property. Steve was absolutely none of the above. But still, this was another side of him you hadn’t seen before.

“What – I’m not jealous. But some guys just don’t know when to quit,” he said sternly, reaffirming his arm around your waist.

“He grazed my elbow,” you reassured, slowly twisting out of his hold and nearly standing toe-to-toe with him.

“That’s not what it appeared from where I was standing,” he affirmed, a blush of a red bellowing up out of his neck collar and towards his cheeks. You took note of the deep inhale he tried to hide as well – another side of Steve he never showed before – he could get heated when unprovoked.

“Really?”

Steady silence engulfed the air around you both of things left unsaid. He tried his hardest not to bring your personal relationship into battle or team meetings. When you stepped out into any mission, he was there, yes, but not hovering, not watching with an eagle’s eye over your every move, not making it seem like anyone had to ask permission to be within a ten foot radius. When you got home, behind closed doors, he doted on you, yes – to help you with bruises and try to heal scars. He was soft and protective because he knew you didn’t have the same regenerating powers as he did. But still,he never treated you like you were his.

But this - this was different. This was someone trying to get close to his partner, and it wasn’t on the battlefield, and that’s when it seemed Steve could be at his most dangerous. Steve being there for you as back-up, as a shield from fuckboys, as someone who really watched over you when you least expected it, creating a little heat between your thighs.

“That’s a shame,” you hinted. Steve’s eyebrows rose quizzically. “You didn’t hear what I said?” Steve’s mouth opened to respond but nothing came out. You removed his glass of an old fashioned out of his hand. “Jealousy looks good on you,” you repeated, taking a swig of his drink and walking away.

You didn’t walk away with the intention of finding that guy you had been talking to, but you damn sure wanted to give the impression that it might. It wasn’t long down the hallway, as you grazed your head to the side, placing the glass down on an end table and catching saw Steve following firmly behind you. He pulled you into his arms, fumbling for the nearest guest room door and shoving you both inside. Your arms and lips were all over each other, his moreso, as he grunted his way down your neck towards your collarbone. His hands snaked up your dress, pivoting it around your waist, and sliding your panties down, evidence of your wetness going with it.

“You wish he was in here with you right now, huh?” he growled, placing your hips just high enough on the dresser for your toes to barely touch the floor. “Bet he can’t make you come like I can.”

“No, no sir,” you whined, as you could feel yourself coming around him. His face altered between nipping at your lips, and landing on your neck, sucking hard.

“But you liked the way I had to watch over you all night, didn’t you?” he pushed two more fingers inside you, making sure to edge you as much as he was circling your bud. “Making me have to step in and scare him off?”

“You look so fucking good protecting me,” you moaned, as his digits started in between your folds.

All focus was lost as Steve’s hand pumped in and out of you so forcefully, but with care – care to know exactly how to make you reach the highest of highs. Before you slipped out of your haze, where you felt like you had seen stars, Steve wasted no time spinning you around to face the dresser mirror. He gripped your hips and waist, bringing the wetness from your core upwards before filling you up instantly.

He gave you a moment to adjust as he always did. He was still a gentleman after-all. After the slightest jiggle of your hips for him to keep going, he had steady pace of thrusts as you were forced to look at both of you in the mirror. Your hands gripped the edge of the dresser as his cock slid in and out, his moans low matching the pace of your skin slapping together.

Your eyes met his in the mirror, and there it was again – that look at he had tried to hide when he initially interrupted your conversation – it was stern, it was sharp, it was a feeling of possessiveness, of you being his and him being yours. “Oh baby, oh fuck,” you cried out as the second wave of an orgasm washed over you.

Steve maneuvered you both closer to the mirror, so you were closer to the dresser, you could lean against it as he continued to pound your ass. His grip was so tight on your hips, it almost felt like he finally forgot he had the serum running through his hands, and he didn’t know his own strength. Steve was going to leave his mark on you, making you wetter and let out a moan that was music to his ears. He thrusted harder, moving one of his hands from your waist towards the top of your wrap dress, towards your breasts. You almost couldn’t look at the both of you anymore, dropping your head as you moaned as low as you could. His hand flinched from your chest towards your neck, holding you up again to watch what he was doing.

“I want you to say it,” Steve demanded, as he kept his hold on your hair and ass steady. The pounding he was giving you was unbelievable, it was animalistic, it was never-ending, it was heaven.

All you could cry out was yes – yes. You knew the words but just couldn’t form them.

“Tell me darling, tell me what I want to hear,” he echoed again as his lips grazed your earlobe.

“I’m yours,” you gasped, as the next stronger orgasm was pulled out of you and your hands reached up to where his were at your collarbone. “Yours, only yours, forever, I promise.”

That was all he needed to hear, to finally come undone. His thrusts were still strong, but faster and sloppier. He was chasing the ending he finally needed. All of your senses ran together, so much that you could hear Steve exclaim a few cursewords, probably louder than what he intended as he came inside you. You closed your eyes, as all you could feel was catching your breath and trying to stand upright again. Your legs pulsed from the intensity of the position, as Steve’s hands comfortingly grazed your bod and he nipped at your ears and shoulders, planting kisses everywhere.

When you turned around, Steve became attentive and sweet and soft, helping you redress as if he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life. He handed your clutch, which you had completely forgotten about, and watched you re-apply make-up, doing your best with your hair.

You turned away from the mirror to face Steve. That good old-fashioned pensive expression etching across his face again, as his hands rested on your waist, and your hands resting on his biceps.

You took a deep breath asking, “Who should I talk to next?”, leaving his side and leaving him to think of your next target and he could leave his mark on you again.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #marvel smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers one shot #sr #steve rogers fanfic #am i the only one who has a sir kink???

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lulu2992 · 3 months

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A few of Far Cry 5’s characters’ former names (according to the files)

Did you know that some characters used to have different names? Here’s what I found:

Adelaide Drubman - Penny Johnson (I’m not sure; it’s unclear)

Casey Fixman - Casey Seagal or Casey Storm

Chad Wolanski - Chad Gardetto

Faith Seed - Selena Seed

George Wilson - George Beel

Guy Marvel - Guy Martel (headcanon: it’s still his name but he thought Marvel was a cooler name for a movie director)

Hurk Drubman Senior - Wayne Senior

Joseph Seed - Daniel Seed

Merle Briggs - Merle Clinton

Wilhelmina Mable - Wilhelmina Maybelline

Tammy Barnes - Tammy Palmer (was she supposed to be Eli’s wife? Maybe!)

Tracey Lader - Traci West

Virgil Minkler - Virgil Knutsen

Wendell Redler - Wendell Darrah

Xander Flynn - Bob Johnson (again, like for Adelaide, not sure)

Also, I’ve said this before but Deputy Pratt’s first name is actually Stacy and not Staci. In the files, it’s only not spelled Stacy once, in the end credits... which is also, unfortunately, the only time players had a chance to see it written.

According to the files, Larry Parker’s first name is Laurence, the man we meet near Arcade machines is Morris Aubrey, and the fisherman is Coyote Nelson… but his description in the unreleased in-game encyclopedia also implies he died, so that might be inaccurate.

Below are the names of other Hope County residents (and where they live(d) and/or work(ed)) found in the deleted in-game encyclopedia:

Daniel Holmes — Holmes Residence

Doug and Debbie Hadler — Gardenview Orchards, Ciderworks, and Packing Facility

Rae-Rae Bouthillier — Rae-Rae's Pumpkin Farm

Niesha Howard — Howard Cabin

Emmet Reaves (in the late 1800s) — Copperhead Rail Yard & Prosperity

Will Boyd (from Far Cry: Absolution; his full name is William) — Boyd Residence

Les Doverspike — Doverspike Compound

Mike and Deb Harris — Harris Residence

Wolfgang Dodd — Dodd’s Dumps

Colin Dodd (Nadine Abercrombie’s grandfather) — Dodd Residence

Joe Roberts — Roberts Cabin

Dr. Kim Patterson — Hope County Clinic

Bobby Budell (in 1946) — Flatiron Stockyards

Doug Fillmore — Fillmore Residence

Orville Fall (found gold in 1865) — Catamount Mines

Mike and Chandra Dunagan — Sunrise Farm

The Redler family (Wendell’s) — Red’s Farm Supply

Andrew and Frances Woodson — Woodson Pig Farm

Don Sawyer — Sawyer Residence

Kay Wheeler — Kay-Nine Kennels

Jules Adams (and an unnamed husband) — Adams Ranch

Jerry Miller (and his family) — Miller Residence

Rick Elliot (his full name is Richard according to a message left by Eli) — Elliot Residence

Jay Loresca — Loresca Residence

"Lonely Frank" — Frank’s Cabin

Dicky Dansky — Dansky Cabin

Roy Tanami — Tanami Residence

Mr. Vasquez — Vasquez Residence

Mr. McDevitt — Misty River Gas

Darby McCoy — McCoy Cabin

Dr. Phil Barlow — Barlow Residence

Travis McClean (and his husband Brent) — McClean Residence

Jasmine Chan — Chan Residence

Jerrod Wilson (in the 1800s) — Throne of Mercy Church

Frankie Sinclair — Sinclair Residence

Lydia (in 1912) — Lydia’s Cave

Dwight Feeney (the chemist who worked with Eden’s Gate and dies in the mission “Sins of the Father”) — Feeney Residence

Lorna Rawlings — Lorna’s Truck Stop

Edward O'Hara — O’Hara’s Haunted House

Kanti Jones — Jones Residence

Coyote Nelson — Nelson Residence

Holly Pepper (and her girlfriend Charlie) — Pepper Residence

Nolan Pettis — Nolan’s Fly Shop

Bob and Penny Johnson — Johnson Residence

Melvin Adams Abercrombie — Abercrombie Residence

Steve McCallough — McCallough’s Garage

Dr. Rachel Jessop (who, and I’ll keep saying this every time I can, was never Faith and always another, entirely different person) — Jessop Conservatory

Dwight Seeley — Seeley’s Cabin

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moltengoldveins · 9 days

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me, very impassioned: it’s important that friendships in media are allowed to be friendships!! That platonic devotion is portrayed and respected in media!!! It’s important that men specifically are portrayed as leaning on one another emotionally, because they are discouraged from doing that irl and it puts immense strain on their romantic relationships!!!!!

also me: That right there 👉👉 *points at “I’m with you till the end of the line”/“kinda hard to find someone with shared life experience” Steven G Rogers and “but I knew him”/“I’m following that skinny kid from Brooklyn” James Buchanan Barnes* that is the fruitiest pair of ‘straight’’ Men I’ve ever seen, if you see my meaning. Neither of those men are rolling cube dice, if you catch my drift. They’re wearing very sensible shoes, the both of them, if you will.

#Marvel #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #look I’m not Wrong ok #I personally prefer their relationship platonic in fic #But like #that doesn’t mean I think it can really be read that way in canon #Like literally the canon makes it difficult to watch them be ‘just friends’ and buy it tbh #Endgame was the most painfully shoehorned ending to SR’s character #And I’m still mad about it #And a huge part of that was a lack of resolution with his and bucky’s relationship #platonic or otherwise

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tomoleary · 3 months

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John Romita Sr. - Proposed Marvel Animation project concept with Namor the Sub-Mariner and Lady Dorma (1981)

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#john romita sr.#marvel animation #namor #dorma #original art

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mightymarvelsuperheroes · 4 months

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“Be loving to him. Because he’s only a little boat looking for a harbor,” (Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman).

The Rhino was created by Stan Lee and John Romita.

#the mighty marvel super heroes #mayday parker #spider girl #ben reilly #scarlet spider #aleksei sytsevich #the rhino #john romita sr #stan lee

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themarvelproject · 10 months

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R.I.P. John Romita, who passed away on June 12th at the age of 93. Romita Sr. was a pillar of the Marvel Universe as an artist and art director whose talent defined decades of Marvel’s most well-known storytelling. His work spans hundreds of unforgettable comics that brought to life iconic characters like Wolverine, Black Widow, the Punisher, Kingpin, Luke Cage, Spider-Man and Mary Jane.

#marvel comics #john romita sr.#marvel masters #spider-man #gwen stacy #wolverine #black widow #luke cage #mary jane watson #kingpin #punisher #the punisher

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jazzymarie1006 · 2 months

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