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Please reblog this post with the moment that made you fall in love with your favorite superhero, here’s mine:

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Here’s the moment that Jane Foster became my favorite superhero I love this moment so much! 👏🏼😌

From Mighty Thor #16

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(it was specifically this suit-up. yes this was the first mcu movie with iron man that i watched)

it's much harder to pinpoint the first moment i fell in love with comics tony since i was already coasting off love for the character from the mcu, but this was a moment that really cemented the character in my brain (iron man v4 #12)

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There’s a lot of scenes in this film that show his self-sacrificing tendencies, but this scene in particular stood out to me. He’s doing everything he can to fight the good fight even though he hated it, but the minute Bucky was in trouble he ran face-first towards it.

In the comics, it’s a different story of how he got his identity, but I do love his need to protect all people regardless of race or creed.

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The most iconic moment in the history of superhero comics

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My very first impression of Loki, loved him for like a week as a child and later when the Loki series came out I fell into the rabbithole and have been obsessed ever since, going on 1502 days. I was watching Marvel occasionally but had no favorite until Loki series made me rewatch everything Loki was in and later comics

This is probably maybe if I remember the first comic page in Loki: God who fell on Earth which was the first xomix I got as a Christmas present and his lucky number being seven was something that connected us so yeah :)

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Meg and Meg as Goddess of The Underworld

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When they come before her, lost, confused, weeping for the life they left behind, she greets them with comfort and with asophodel flowers. She shows them to the meadows Hades left fallow, tells them “build and be well,” tells them “the end of your life is not the end of you; find joy in each other, for now, all things are equal.”

She finds the man who left her, the one she sold her soul to save, and presses a pomegranate kiss to his forehead, whispering, “Treat her better than you ever dreamt of treating me,” as her gaze goes, ever-seeking, ever-judging, to the woman who stands in the shadows, trembling in her fear. He is weeping when he steps away. He will spend the rest of eternity trying to be worthy of her mercy.

And when they come to her cold and cruel, she shows them the lake, which still churns, eternal and cruel, at the center of her Underworld.

Hercules visits as he can, when the world does not need a hero. Not as often as either of them would like. He gathers her close, until the warmth seeps from him into her, until she feels like a living woman again, and her kisses taste of sour wine and cruel earth, and he loves her even in the absence of her heartbeat.

There are those who cannot believe that Hades would step aside, and so they claim that the sad-eyed woman who walks his halls is not his replacement, but his bride; they spin stories around her as spiders spin webs in temple corners. She looks like Megara, departed bride of Hercules, but that cannot be; Hercules would slay any man who touched his beloved, even now that she is dust and bones. She must be someone else, then, someone new.

She does not know who first called her “Persephone.” It does not matter.

When Hades returns, it is to find the world has changed. The temples have fallen; the gates of Olympus are closed. A thousand years of myth have made of a captive his common-law bride, and she meets him at the doors of his own kingdom with a smile on her lips, a three-headed dog at her side, and a scroll sealing their divorce in her hands.

“Thanks for the house,” she says, while he’s still staring. “Now if you’ll excuse me, wonderboy and I have a date with my father-in-law.”

Never give the keys to the kingdom to a woman with no reason to give them back to you.