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Help finding a comics panel

I know I have seen this on Tumblr before, so I am hoping one of you guys will be able to help me out. This is an official panel from a comic, not a fanart. I think it’s recent, definitely not super old.

Hulk is standing and Peter is doing his ‘hanging out as Spider-man’ thing from Hulk’s arm to prove he can stick to anything he likes.

I have tried Google searching but that’s been kinda useless, and I need this in the next couple of days. Even just letting me know what run of comic it might be in would be helpful.

Does anyone recognise this panel, have a copy of the image/issue, or have a link to a Tumblr post it’s in?

My Address

copperbadge:

iamshadow21:

/o Didn’t mean for you to get given such a hard time for a poster.

I mean, sure, it smells like smoke, but it comes by it honestly. All Australian eucalyptus burnt in my fireplace, not from toking up.

Oh god, no, it’s not your fault. They do this to me with every package I get, regardless of what it is. It didn’t smell at all! I was just like, this is a poster tube, what the FUCK do you think is inside? 

Also, way too light to be packed with anything actually solid.

Hope you like it, anyway. It’s a print of an actual poster, not a mock-up. The guy who financed the mine that found that nugget went into patent medicine, and every time they reprinted the ads/posters they added a bunch more it supposedly cured. Apparently the main ingredient was actually valerian, so, not completely bogus and useful for some minor things, but certainly not the cure-all it was marketed as. Even then, people knew it was rubbish – when he tried his hand at politics, he was openly mocked for it by his peers. The State Library has an article and a picture of one of the original posters from their collection HERE.

My Address

copperbadge:

I went to the UPS Store today, to see about getting a new mailbox, since the people who work at the Post Office where my PO Box is are unmitigated jerkfaces. I’m in there on a weekly basis and they still give me the hairy eyeball whenever I pick up a package, and often card me. Like what do you think, this poster tube from Australia is full of heroin? That grade-A New South Wales tar? NO. IT’S A GODDAMN POSTER. GET OVER YOURSELVES, YOU WORK FOR THE POST OFFICE, NOT THE NSA. 

Also they have “lost” at least one package that I’m pretty sure they stole. 

But, here’s the problem: UPS charges over $300 a year for a mailbox. The post office charges just over $100. And I love you guys $100 worth, but not $300 worth. 

So I’m stuck with the post office. 

And the other thing is that, like, I’m not sending out holiday cards this year, because I am exhausted and still relearning how to eat solid food. So my gift to you is that I do not expect any of you to send me a card. Seriously. Don’t feel you have to. I offer this as a gift. 

But if you want to send me greetings of any kind, I’m going to re-add my address to my tumblr page sidebar, and it is:

Copperbadge
PO Box 15151
Chicago, IL 60615

I’d insure anything you send me worth more than five bucks, though. Sticky-fingered counter attendants, seriously. 

/o Didn’t mean for you to get given such a hard time for a poster.

I mean, sure, it smells like smoke, but it comes by it honestly. All Australian eucalyptus burnt in my fireplace, not from toking up.

copperbadge:

tereshkova2001:

copperbadge:

miss-ingno:

steampunktendencies:

Steampunk Iron Man by Andy Jones

somehow I think this would be something copperbadge would enjoy

HO SHIT YOU ARE NOT WRONG

That shares bloodlines with Faberge eggs and Russian designs, I think. I want to see _that_ movie.

“Faberge Man” was one of Tony’s more sleep-deprived potential superhero titles. It’s probably best he didn’t go with that one. (It’d be so hard to wire the electrics inside the giant eggshell.)

All I can think is, WHERE DOES HE SEE OUT OF? WHERE ARE THE EYE HOLES?

copperbadge:

alyjack80:

Have you read anything by John Douglas? He is the FBI profiler that Thomas Harris based Jack Crawford on.

I really enjoyed “The Cases that Haunt Us” – in it he analyzes famous historical murders like Jack the Ripper, Lizzie Borden, the Zodiac Killer, etc. and uses modern investigative techniques to posit a new suspect. Really interesting!

I read Mindhunter ages ago, I think around the time it first came out in paperback, maybe a little after. I thought he had some interesting insights into a couple of areas that people don’t touch on very often. There’s a lot of debate these days about how much profiling is really psychology and how much is essentially on the level of horoscope-casting, but he’s a very compelling writer even outside of his thoughts specific to psychological profiles. I’ll have to have a look at The Cases That Haunt Us.

I haven’t yet read The Cases That Haunt Us (though it is very much on my ‘to read one day’ list) but I’d like to add a rec for The Murder Room by Michael Capuzzo, which focuses on the work and cases of an exclusive cold case sleuthing club made up of retired professionals, with heavy attention paid to its three keystone members – a profiler, a sculptor who reconstructs faces, and a polygraph operator. It’s a genuinely interesting piece of storytelling, written in the style of a magazine feature stretched out to book length, and there’s a fair amount of delving into that line where science and measurable fact meets intuition. Whether or not you believe in their theories or methods (they often argued amongst themselves about cases and conclusions drawn) it’s a captivating biography of three men who between them put away a lot of bad people and helped return many victims to their families.

We’re watching The Shadow tonight.

copperbadge:

syncytio:

copperbadge:

Margot, the love interest, is excessively good at banter, and a telepath. 
Lamont, the hero, is excessively fond of un-hero-like cackling.

syncytio: Lamont, what were you expecting with a woman who can read your mind
etharei: is she tony stark
copperbadge: Haha, Lamont Cranston as Tony’s granddad
iamcaptainskye: i kinda want tony to be descended from her
syncytio: Lamont and Margot as tony’s grandparents would be great. Telepath tony with a flair for the dramatics
etharei: omg Tony bursting into an evil cackle, and then he looks rly embarassed. And the avengers r like WHERE DID THAT COME FROM
copperbadge: “Granddad taught me how to do the Evil Laugh. Grandma taught me when I should do it. Granddad was….indiscriminate.”
etharei: OMG TONY JUDGING VILLAINS ON THEIR CACKLE
lexrhetoricae: There has to be a villain-cackle algorithm
syncytio: Grandma also taught him not to be ashamed to use his talent to cheat at cards
KatHawkins: Sam, I think you are now obligated to write this
copperbadge: noooooooooooooo
iamcaptainskye: too late. We don’t make the rules
copperbadge: I suppose I should incorporate it into the fanfic I’m never going to write about how Howard’s grandfather was RDJ Sherlock Holmes
copperbadge: Tony’s pedigree is Holmes on the father’s side, Cranston on the mother’s
syncytio: The Stark family tree is a bit of a mess and full of scoundrels
copperbadge: It’s a very difficult balancing act which is why he’s kind of bonkers.

“You’re here! Mi casa, su casa and all that,” Tony says, then disappears into his lab.

Pepper rolls her eyes, says, “Welcome to the Avengers Tower,” and shows them around. 

The last thing she says before she leaves is, “Sometimes, he cackles, just ignore it.”  

Everyone turns to look at Natasha, seeing as how she has the most first-hand knowledge of Stark. “Cackles,” Steve says flatly.

She makes a face. “I’d almost forgotten about that.”

“Yeah, but cackling,” Clint prompts.

“It’s a Stark thing. You’ll get used to it.”

That was a complete lie. Clint screams the first time he hears Tony cackle, then slinks away up into the vents in shame. The second time, it wakes Thor up from his nap and the coffee table is sacrificed to Thor’s lightning battle reflexes. 

“Tis most unnerving,” Thor says later.

The third time Bruce Hulks out and the entire sixty-fifth floor has to be rebuilt. 

“Does he know he’s doing this?” Steve asks Natasha one night, when the team’s watching Ace Ventura and Tony cackle every three seconds. Clint is perched on the back of the couch, one more cackle away from a nervous break down, and Bruce had long ago left for the safer pastures of his lab. 

“Nope,” Natasha says and pointedly eats her gelato. 

—-

AND THEN SHIT HAPPENS I GUESS. Idk.

“You know, it reminds me of something,” Steve says one evening, after a particularly startling cackling fit. 

“The gates of hell opening?” Clint asks. 

“You know I pay for your food and give you housing for free,” Tony points out.

“I don’t think free is how I’d put this situation,” Clint argues.

“No, it’s like — there was this old radio show we used to listen to,” Steve says, like he’s trying to remember. “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows! Mwoo ha ha ha!” he tries, but after Tony’s cackling, it falls flat. 

"Oh yeah, the Shadow, that was granddad,” Tony says absently, eating popcorn.

“What?” Clint and Steve ask in unison. 

“Lamont Cranston? The Shadow? The radio play was based on his memoirs. He was my mother’s father,” Tony says, then lets out a tiny mwaha! at a particularly funny scene in Star Trek IV.  Clint shudders.

“Your grandfather was The Shadow?” Steve asks, disbelieving.

“Yep. He married a telepath, too. You’re all lucky Grandma Margot taught me how to control it and Grandpa Mont taught me basic ethics, or I would be all up in your business.”

"Is that why you always win at poker?” Clint asks suspiciously. 

Tony holds his fingers out and waggles them like a mentalist. “You didn’t just ask that question. You won’t remember this conversation later.”

Clint bats his fingers aside. “Come on, I’m not fallin’ for that.”

Tony grins, feral, and the air goes staticky. “Okay. Just bring me a beer.”

Clint’s eyes blank out. “Yes, Tony,” he says mechanically.

“That’s not ‘cool’, Tony,” Steve says, as Clint disappears into the kitchen.

“Oh, fine, I’ll snap him out of it when he gets back. Nobody ever lets me have minions,” Tony grumbles. 

I’m feeling salty today

copperbadge:

So I’m just going to point out it’s kind of interesting that an African American man became Captain America just in time for a nine-part Marvel event in which a select group of superheroes that includes Captain America are turned evil by their own actions.

So you know.

We got a Black Captain America just in time for him to be an angry supervillain Captain America. Who is now in a pitched battle with our hero, Old White Retired Captain America.

Isn’t that interesting.

That is a bit… yeah.

You said in an answer to an ask a while ago that traditional therapy didn’t really work for you. If it’s not too personal: what did help you? Because you seem to have your shit together pretty well (of course, on the internet nobody knows who you really are, but I guess even as an A.I. in a basement you could technically develop depression? Maybe?)

copperbadge:

It’s a complicated question to answer, Anon, in part because there’s not “what helped me” so much as “what helps me” — clinical depression, the kind not caused by situation or circumstance (but potentially triggered by it) is not something you cure. Which I don’t think you were implying, but I want to be clear that I didn’t have depression and fix it — I do have it, it’s a chronic condition, and what I have instead of therapy or medication are coping mechanisms. And if you can’t tell when I’m in a depressive episode, well, that’s because of those coping mechanisms. 

Second caveat: if therapy helps, or if medication helps, use them. My personal distaste for therapy is not a disbelief in its ability to help people, just a disbelief in its ability to help me, derived from personal experience. The fact that I don’t go to therapy or take medication is more to do with my ability to manage without, because of the relative non-severity of my condition. They are not the optimum weapons for my personal battle. They may be the best for yours.    

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One of the major signs is my unwillingness to engage with new narratives or ones in which I have an emotional investment — ie, I won’t go to see new movies even if I was really excited about them, BECAUSE I was really excited about them, and I won’t watch new TV shows or even new episodes of shows I like. The emotional impact (even when it’s a good emotion) is too overwhelming, and I know that when I’ve reached a point where I can’t cope with my own emotions, I’m probably going to have a rough few weeks ahead.

I do this. I didn’t know anyone else did. Well, I guess I thought someone must, but I’ve never actually known someone who does it. I know it’s linked to my level of cope, but I didn’t know how anchored it was to my depression/anxiety and how much it was tied to my autism. It’s sort of in that muddly, murky intersectional space, I think.

Have you ever given any thought to what Jan/Wasp would be like in the Iron Man: Armored Adventures universe? Lately I’ve been imagining her and AA!Pepper being besties in college and having awesome, world-saving adventures in between study dates

copperbadge:

OH MY GOD ARMORED ADVENTURES JAN

I WANT IT

I want her to be the ultra-sophisticated super-smooth and accomplished sophomore who takes Pepper under her wing at Harvard, makes sure Tony and Rhodey don’t work themselves to death at MIT, chats with Gene in Mandarin (okay, YELLS AT GENE in Mandarin when he’s being a dick), and opens a fashion house with Whitney in her spare time. And is also a badass winged size-shifting superhero. 

Meanwhile, MIT junior Hank Pym can’t get his shit together long enough to talk to her, let alone ask her out, which is a total running joke all season. 

I really wish we’d had a third season of Armored Adventures with new heroes and Steve getting defrosted and Howard continuing to be the only affectionate, supportive, well-adjusted Howard Stark in any canon anywhere. 

Sam. Sam. SAM. I need this. The world needs this. You need to write this. For yourself. For the internet. For the universe. I am not above manipulating you in your medicated state. DO IT.