So I was just fats reblogging stuff for Stan today when I could sneak away at work. So now I’m going to go through and tag them, and despite my massive headache, I’m gonna try to do some more replies. Work tomorrow, so I don’t know how much longer I’ll be awake. ❤
Thank you, Stan Lee, for all the many years of giving us heroes who were really heroes… with faults, with feelings, with obstacles to overcome, loved ones they kept and lost, lives filled with happiness and grief, with homecomings and home-goings. You will never be forgotten so long as one of us lives who remembers your work. RIP, Stan.
Steve groaned into that kiss, sliding one hand through Loki’s hair as he kissed the other man. When they parted for air, he licked his lips and smiled at Loki. “You have th best ideas,” he answered in a husky voice. “Let’s move this party to the bedroom, shall we?”
If they’d been anywhere close to public eye, Loki would have fussed about his hair, but he adored the feel of Steve’s hands in his hair. He hummed as the blonde pulled away, grinning. “We’ve been quite busy keeping off radar and doing business at the same time, dearest. Would I ever say no sharing your bed again?”
As I headed to clock in at work
I found out Stan Lee died. I’m trying not to cry but I’m so sad. He was such an amazing and inspirational person and he was one of my biggest heroes. Rest in Peace, Stan. We will love you forever. 💛💙💜💚❤💗💕💖💞💘