Scott Lang

Name's Scott Lang, but you can call me Ant Man. Actually, don't, I'll get in trouble - I'm not supposed to tell people my identity, but shh, it'll be our little secret. Sometimes I fight crime, but mostly I just fight with my daughter to make sure she does her homework. Currently living in New York City and working at X-Con Security. But at least I'm done with stealing shit.

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Ant-Man and the Wasp (2018) (Gag Reel & Outtakes)

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#same energy

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# if anything happens to him, we riot

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ooc;

to any non rp people reading - hello! the mun here, letting you guys know that this blog will be closing. fear not, i’m not done writing our favorite ant boi, I will simply be transferring him to a new account. this blog will remain open as a reference for old material, but will be no longer in use. you can find all my new content over here and follow that blog! same url and everything, just now a side blog because ya girl be lazy. xoxo

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💎💎💎ali my babes

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daisy johnson || @daisycjohnson💎 shake shake shake shake a SHAKE IT!💎 vibrators💎 the general feeling of exhaustion

amy bendix || @lilamybendix💎 cards💎 the full monty💎 gerontophilia

hope van dyne || @ofhopevandyne💎 😍💎 soft but rare (growing increasingly less rare) smiles💎 the feeling of being punched in the face

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💎💎💎|| Ava

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ava starr || @ghostlyavas💎 hearts (as in the reach into your chest and pull it out variety)💎 weird tubes I don’t understand💎 the word quantum being said over and over again in front of everything

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💎💎💎 || sofia & may?

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sofia strange || @sofiastranges💎 magic💎 bubbles💎 coffee

melinda may || @melindaofshield💎 scary💎 terrifying💎 fear-inspiring

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PAUL RUDD 2019 Vanity Fair Oscar Party| 24th February 2019

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Paul Rudd attends the 91st Annual Academy Awards at Hollywood and Highland on February 24, 2019

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Scott Lang will save everyone in Avengers Endgame

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*wakes up wife in the middle of the night*

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@ofhopevandyne

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Humor is the most important thing in life. It trumps everything else, and it’s the only thing that helps me deal with everything else.

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Hope believed she could see what Scott was thinking in that moment, and she understood it completely. Given the way she’d handled things before, she’d had a lot of doubts, about him mainly. He’d been thoughtful and careful because of that, taking things as slowly as they needed to, and she appreciated that. It helped her realize exactly just how sure of this she was, just how sure that she wanted to be with him in every way. “I’m sure about absolutely everything,” she said, smiling at him. She was smiling during the whole drive home, holding his hand with one hand and driving with the other. As she drove, she told him about how much he changed her, about how he made her better, about how she was sure that she loved him, and about how she didn’t want to be with anyone else but him. Once they were at her home, she parked the car and led him inside. “So what do you want to do while we eat my ice cream?” she asked as she pulled out a tub of some of her homemade ice cream.

It surprised Scott that Hope had been serious about the homemade ice cream, but he shouldn’t be. She was the sort of person to make stuff like that, after all, and wasn’t ice cream just a sweeter form of science?

Like she was.

He pressed a quick kiss to Hope’s lips before looking into her freezer and ducking into her fridge before grinning and pulling out a carton of eggs, checking the expiration date. “What do you have in the way of chocolate chips?” He asked, glancing around her place. “We could try for cookies. Sound good? I love cookies and ice cream together.”

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“I know, Dad. I know,” she mumbled as he pulled her into a hug, closing her eyes and sighing. She didn’t remember all the specifics. Memories were funny like that. But she remembered bits and pieces; she remembered wanting to stand up and fight. Maybe the particles could drive her insane, but there was no undoing the past. Cassie could only try and live with the choices she’d made.

She pulled back from the hug and tilted her head to look up at her dad – her hero. “I already go and make stupid decisions like you do. The difference is, I have you for backup when I need it. Not everyone has the World’s Best Grandma ready to come to their rescue.”

It was remembering the trophy Cassie had given him - which was still in his room, honestly one of his prized possessions despite the joke - that made Scott smile. “I want you to know... Even though I’m terrified, I am pretty proud of you, kid.” He said. The idea of Cassie having superpowers was daunting - it was one thing to idolize heroes, to want to be one, but being in so much danger so young was another one. And everything was complicated by the fact that, even if she didn’t throw herself into danger, it could still be hurting her and they might not even know.

“That’s an impressive amount of control you have.” He said, sitting down properly. “How long have you known about this?” He asked, a thinly-veiled way of asking how long she had gone without telling him. He was afraid to ask his other query - who else, if anyone else, knew.

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There was a dab of mustard on Scott’s chin, the sandwich absolutely a mess despite its deliciousness. He had dug into a greasy sandwich, starving from a shift at work, and now both hands were greasy and messy from the sandwich. He sighed, going towards the food truck he’d gotten it from in search of a napkin of some kind - for both hands and chin. Grabbing them and wiping his hands, Scott glanced around and saw a familiar face - one he’d only ever seen on TV. “Holy shit, you’re... Thor. Like. Thor.” He said in shock - completely forgetting the mustard dripping on his chin.

{ starter for @thor-thunderstorm }

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Back alley deals were a huge part of Scott’s childhood - whether it was being paid to steal something, paying someone off for something they ‘didn’t’ see, and back when he sold homework answers for cash in high school. Nowadays, those dark alleys weren’t places Scott liked to lurk - especially when he’d seen just how bad things could get in the gutter. But in the alley he was, this time just to get home, when he smelled fumes and coughed, covering his face and almost wishing for his helmet. 

Following the scent, Scott found a kid spray painting a wall and grimaced. “Shouldn’t you be wearing a mask? And better sneakers for when the cops catch you and you gotta run?” He asked, smirking.

{ starter for @ofmilesmorales }