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Stan Lee, the charismatic co-creator of Marvel Comics and brains behind the superheroes and supervillains we know so well, has died today at the age of 95. Beloved by many for his witty cameos and vivacious internet presence, Lee will be remembered for bringing the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) to life in a way that
Last month whilst speaking on a panel at San Diego Comic-Con, Andrew Lincoln confirmed his departure of Rick Grimes in the next season of AMC’s hit show, The Walking Dead. The zombie-thriller, based on the comic books by Robert Kirkman, has captured the hearts of millions across the globe has been on our screens since
For some reason, I’ve never been an expressive or affectionate person, especially towards my parents. It’s always been easier for me to send the message through my actions or through my writing—this poem is just one of many examples. I’ve always had these thoughts, but have never felt so strongly that I had to put
Back and forth his arm shook to pull flame from flint as he cursed a delicate “damn” and continued his onslaught of quick movements. His actions screamed, a spark, anything, please. He believed the Boy Scouts to project an institutionalized hyper-masculinity which countered the neutral, introverted qualities of great intellectuals since the beginning of time
Sex without consent, things they took it lightly, the fact that you prefer to shut your ears and eyes because it’s disgusting and you don’t want to be in any version of that society, blinding with a thick cloth separating you and them- the victim, because you felt that your version sounds better. Sex without consent
This poem was inspired by the many black boys we lost between 2012 and 2016 to police brutality. This is for them. You don’t know this but when you leave the house and don’t pick up the phone I panic. Baby your black skin can get you into a lot of trouble. When you said
The water pushed me down further as I was trying so helplessly to fight it. I kicked. Over and over again, waiting for the single wave of oxygen to engulf my pressured lungs. I could no longer hold my breath in the hopes that I could somehow be saved. I subconsciously opened my mouth, begging for
