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Vikings is one if my favorite TV Shows and I really wanted to edit a video of them I really hope you enjoy and like it ❤😍 Please dont reblog or use without credit~

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To those who are fans of MARVEL…Stan needs our help…please watch the video and spread the word!

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I know I said I wouldn’t do any Marvel based posts after Mr. Ditko passed away, but this has to be known. This has to be shared. If only for Stan Lee’s sake. I cannot believe how horrible people can be. And to hear his own daughter is treating him so shabilly. This breaks my heart.

Anyone who claims to be a real Marvel fan will reblog this on all social media platforms. And you’ll write to the actors of the Marvel movies to help us also. It seems like only the actors and us, the fans, are the ones who really care about Mr. Lee anymore. Please guys. We have to help him. NOW.

Stan Lee is a hero to a lot of us. It’s time that we be a hero for him. And even if you don’t like Marvel, anyone who doesn’t tolerate elder abuse should help!

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Please please please reblog this.

Stan Lee created Marvel Comics.

Stan Lee changed the world of entertainment as we know it by diverging from the norm and encouraging the acceptance of those who are different (X-Men mutants in 1963).

Stan Lee, at the age of 95, is giving up on life because everyone close to him is depending upon him like vultures.

Please please please reblog this. Maybe someone with influence can help him. Maybe the state will step in if enough people but them about it. Maybe we can make Stan’s twilight years enjoyable instead of the hell he’s going through.

Thanks you.

“Excelsior!”

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REBLOGGGGGGGGGGGG

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I am so angry at the world for making this man feel like he doesn’t have anything worthy in his life. Stan Lee is a hero who helped many of us with the universe he created. And now we should help him.

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REBLOG THIS

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People can be so fucking disgusting and need to get over themselves. Stan Lee made a universe that so many can relate to, the stark difference between ‘normal’ people and those with more evolved areas in the X-Men universe and in the Avengers universe. He was ahead of his times in the invention period and while he’s become more and more older he’s still that adolescent who dreamed and made history with the beloved Marvel Comics, originally called Timely Comics then Magazine Management, nearly 80 years.

He’s a legend, genius and deserves all the respect, love and kindness for his part in entertainment history. Please reblog this!!

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I'm a hughe Marvel fan and its so sad to hear that Stan Lee is giving up his life because of other people. He was and is one of my greatest heros because he helped me a lot when I was sad.

So please reblog this. Even if you dont like Marvel, this is not something that can be tolerated

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someone please? inbox

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I’m in. Interesting. Anyone?

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It would be interesting. Anyone?

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Anyone?

Sick

Jughead x femReader

Warning: Death

Based on the Song Sick Boy by The Chainsmokers

Every time I walked on the streets, everybody looked at me as I was some sort of strange Human. They got out of my way and looked at me with these eyes...These eyes that said more that thousand of words. I hated these eyes.

Yes I was sick, but they didn't have to look at me that way.

There was only one Person who didn't looked at me with those eyes. His Name was Jughead, Jughead Jones. The boy who wrote for the Newsletter in School. I always had a little crush on him, he was one of the only Persons who dared to talk to me. I had the feeling that the others always treated me as some sort of porcelain doll. That if they just touched me or said something wrong I would break. Even my own parents treated me that way. I hated it. Just because I was sick...Well I was not only sick, I was sick and I knew that I wouldn't survive this. I was dying. My parents knew, my friends and it seemed that the whole World knew. Everyone looked at me with sorry in his eyes. But Jughead was different, he looked at me with so much love, that sometimes I even forgot that I was sick.

“(Y/N)!”, I heard my mother scream my name when I got out on the Garden. I looked at her, but didn't say a word. She looked at me with those eyes and suddenly I got angry. I hated it that she looked at me with eyes. I know i was dying I didn't need that every person who looked at me reminded me of that. “You know you shouldn't be here. Its cold and its about to rain. Would you please come inside?”, I looked at the sky and ignored the words my mother said. I didn't want to get inside, not now. I wanted to stay a little longer out, who knew how long I would be able to move on my own. “Let her stay out if she wants”, this was the voice of my father. He always said things like that, that I should be able to do what I wanted as long as I could. I loved him because of this. “But..”, she looked at me and then she looked to my father. Together they went inside and let me alone in the cold, not that I minded. “(Y/N)”, I looked around and found Jughead sneaking around. A smile came across my face and I stand up. He walked towards me and hugged me shortly before smiling himself. “Want to come to Pop´s?”, he asked and I nodded still smiling.

Jughead and me talked for hours, drinking our milkshake. It seemed as if the World didn't exist, as if Time didn't matter, with him everything seemed so simple. But I knew the time I had with him was limited. I knew that at some point he had to live without me. “Jugh...”, he looked at me puzzled. I smiled sadly at him, “Thank you”.

Since that day I decided I should no longer spend so much time with Jughead. Its was no good, not for him and not for me. It would be more difficult to say goodbye. But even so, I wanted to see him. This desire grew more when the only thing I could do was, lay in the hospital bed and drink. “Mom...”, my voice was more a whisper that anything else. She looked at me and tried to smile, but broke when she looked at me in the eyes. “Yes sweetheart?”, I took her Hand in mine and tried to smile, be strong for her. “I want to see Jughead...A last time”, she nodded and gave me a quick kiss before leaving the Room to get him. He came everyday to visit me, but until now I didn't want to see him. I couldn't bare it. But I knew that I would not live until tomorrow and I wanted to say goodbye to him.

I heard a knock and right after that I saw Jughead stepping in the Room. It seemed that he didn't sleep well the last days, he seemed tired and when his eyes meet mine I could swear that he was about to cry. I smiled and showed him the chair where he could sit. Without a word he sat on the chair and looked at me. “Why did you avoid me the last days?”, he sounded as if he would break down every moment. I took his Hand in mine and smiled shyly. “I didn't want you to see me like that”, I said, “I didn't want you to remember me as I am now. I wanted you to remember me as the girl who grow up with you, the smiling girl who always was by your side”, he smiled as he remembered all the things we did together. We did a lot of crazy things when we were together, it almost seemed as if nothing could tear us apart. But destiny had other plans. “I love you Jughead...And not only as a friend...I love the write you smile, the way you concentrate when you are writing or when you are thinking. I love the way you always give your best and fight for what you believe”, I smiled and I could see him break little by little. “I love you too”, where his words and I could feel his lips on mine for the first and last time.

Not long after the confession, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) died. Jughead Jones and her Family was destroyed. They loved the young woman with all their hearth. But they knew that she was now in a better place and that no matter what she would always watch over them.