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Keanu's AMA yesterday...😂😂

No review of ants man and the wasps?

larride:
No review of ants man and the wasps?

Antman and the what? 😆

Oyaskii dropped a review in the movies thread at page 3420

larride:
No review of ants man and the wasps?

Samuelthemanli:
not Really

Really! How did you find it then?

Black Panther 2 still struggling to earn 900milli even with it's early February debut in Chinese cinemas, experts said it just crept quietly. 😒 The same thing is on repeat for Ant-Man 3 (still hasn't hit 500m) even though both movies made over 95% of their total gross outside china. These Chinese people are not buying our female empowerment/progression bûllshit. 😂

°°_°°

What's going on boys? 😢

abduleez1:
What's going on boys? 😢

Ezra Miller 101

This is ...
Most Pleasing.

TheMaterialist:
This is ... Most Pleasing.

Am happy especially for the Guardians..

Dope shiit..!

MSGAMBLE9:
Am happy especially for the Guardians..


Dope shiit..!

Guardians of the Galaxy is the best Trilogy in the
MCU.

Captain America is a close Second.

TheMaterialist:



Guardians of the Galaxy is the best Trilogy in the
MCU.

Captain America is a close Second.

I would have Captain America trilogy if not for first film which I considered a bit weak...


Buh I still prefer Captain trio though..


Man I can't get enough of Rocket( My fave, did you remember when Hulk and Stark assemble the Stones gauntlet proto-type in Endgame and Rocket says "Boom' everywhere scatter), Cooper really did a great job.

MSGAMBLE9:
I would have Captain America trilogy if not for first film which I considered a bit weak...


Buh I still prefer Captain trio though..


Man I can't get enough of Rocket( My fave, did you remember when Hulk and Stark assemble the Stones gauntlet proto-type in Endgame and Rocket says "Boom' everywhere scatter), Cooper really did a great job.

Marvel are very good at taking unpopular comic
characters and making them work on the big
screen.


Captain America, Iron Man, Guardians of the
galaxy are Marvel's B-list comic characters.

While X-men, Hulk, Fantastic Four and Spiderman
are Marvel's A-list comic characters.

TheMaterialist:





Marvel are very good at taking unpopular comic
characters and making them work on the big
screen.


Captain America, Iron Man, Guardians of the
galaxy are Marvel's B-list comic characters.

While X-men, Hulk, Fantastic Four and Spiderman
are Marvel's A-list comic characters.

I agree without any Exception..

I would have preferred X-Men universe to exist separately from Main MCU though..

Avengers Infinity war: Chapter 13




With their leaders defeated, the Outriders were quickly rounded up and destroyed by the Wakandans and the Avengers.


Thor flew across the fields of battle wielding Stormbreaker, cleansing the land with lightning. In the forest clearing. Vision was struggling to stand. Wanda helped him to his feet. "Are you okay?" she asked.


Vision winced, touching the Mind Stone.
"He's here," was the only answer Vision could give.
Steve Rogers, alerted by Vision's words, spoke into his comm.


"Everyone on my position. We have incoming."
The air was eerily still. After the largest-scale battle Earth had seen in a single day in decades, the silence was deafenmg.



Black Widow, Falcon, T'Challa, Okoye, and Banner all made their way to Steve's position.
An unearthly movement in the air caught Natasha's gaze. "What the hell?"


Black smoke appeared from what looked like a tear in the middle of the air. Through it stepped the massive Titan, Thanos. Banner's breath caught in his throat.
"Cap. That's him."



That was all the confirmation Steve needed. "Eyes up. Stay sharp."
Banner leaped to attack, but Thanos used the power of the Stones to cause Bruce to pass through him, then phase mto the rock wall behind Thanos.



After that, one at a time the heroes rushed to Thanos only to be tossed aside or blown back by an energy wave.



Vision saw all of this and knew what must be done. He only hoped Wanda could trust him. "Wanda, it's time," Vision said, his voice pained and constricted.


"No," Wanda said, still standing, ready to fight.
Her voice was defiant.
She was not having this conversation.
There was another way.
There had to be another way.


"They can't stop him, Wanda, but we can." Vision reached up and pulled Wanda to him.

"Look at me. You have the power to destroy the Stone." "Don't." Wanda remained standing, at the ready to fight.
Still convinced there was some other way than the plan Vision was proposing.
"You must do it. Wanda, please."



Vision curled his fingers around her hand and placed it on his face. Making her stop. See him. This was the only way. "We are out of time." Wanda shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I can't."
"Yes, you can. You can."

Vision lifted her hand and placed it in front of his forehead. "If he gets the Stone, half the universe dies."

He looked deep in her eyes.
"It's not fair. It shouldn't be you, but it is.
It's all right."
Wanda backed away from him, her hand still raised.
Vision's voice grew calmer as he sensed his end drawing near.

"You could never hurt me." A wave of acceptance washed over Wanda as she finally recognized what she must do.
Vision locked eyes with her. His voice was soft and loving as he spoke. "I just feel you."


With a swirl of energy, Wanda took a deep breath and began to use her powers to destroy the Stone and, with it, the love of her life.

She forced herself to keep eye contact with Vis, wanting her face to be the final thmg he saw as he lived his last few moments on Earth.


But as time wore on she found it unbearable to watch as the life slowly drained from Vision. For a brief moment, she looked away.


Her heart breaking, tears streaming down her face, Wanda grew more and more hysterical.
Looking back over at Vis, she needed to make his pain come to an end.



She needed to give him one last act of true love. Wanda brought up her other hand and doubled up the energy now aimed at the Stone.
Vis would feel no pain soon.
He would be free from all of this.
At least she could give him that.
Vis closed his eyes and let Wanda's energy move through him.



Close by, each hero took his or her turn against Thanos, and each was met with swift defeat. Bucky. Okoye, Widow, all rushed toward him or fired upon him only to have their weapons halted or turned back on them.



Steve Rogers ran at Thanos from behmd and slid on his knees, hitting the Titan in the leg.
Thanos was surprised someone actually landed a blow.
He lifted his Gauntleted hand, made a fist, and swung down to crush the nuisance before him. To his shock, Steve Rogers caught the fist in both hands, stopping it.
Teeth gritting, he pushed back at Thanos.
Even the villain was impressed...before landing a blow with his other fist that sent Steve flying.



The Scarlet Witch's powers were causing the Mind Stone to finally crack slightly.
She heard Thanos approaching from behind her and split her focus, blasting Thanos with one hand while intent on destroying the Stone with energy from the other.


Wanda threw up an energy barrier that bought them enough time for her to focus on Vision. The final moments were at hand and they both knew it.


"It's all right," Vision whispered, his eyes locked on hers. Wanda poured all of her energy into destroying the Mind Stone.
"It's all right," Vision repeated.

Outside the barrier, Thanos bashed the energy field with the Gauntlet, but it barely dented.

He had come so far, and the final piece was slipping through his fingers before him.
The Mind Stone began to crackle suddenly, finally reaching critical damage.

As Wanda sobbed, Vision spoke, his voice intimate and tender.
"I love you."
Her cries burst from her as Vis's eyes closed.
His face was calm and serene as the Mind Stone shattered.
Yellow energy shot out and
washed over everyone.
Vision collapsed, his entire body ashen gray.



"I understand, my child," came Thanos's voice as he approached Wanda.
"Better than anyone."
Wanda's eyes flared.
"You could never!"



To her surprise, Thanos looked softly at her. "Today I lost more than you can know."
He walked to stand beside the lifeless body of Vision.

"But now is no time to mourn.
Now is no time at all."


Forming a fist with the Gauntlet, a magical green ring appeared
around Thanos's wrist.
He had activated the Time Stone, reversing time.
Wanda weeping,
the destruction of the Stone,
Vision's declaration of love, all played back in reverse until Vision stood before him.

Mind Stone intact and on his forehead.
"No!" Wanda screamed, but was blasted across the clearing by Thanos.

The Titan faced Vision and gripped him by the throat.
He lifted him and pried out the Mind Stone from his forehead.
Vision's forehead crumbled and his body went limp.
Thanos threw him aside.




Holding the Mind Stone above the final bezel over the vacant knuckle of the Infinity Gauntlet,
Thanos dropped it into place.


Instantly, cosmic energy that had not been collected in a single place since before the Big
Bang washed over him and coursed through him.


Thanos arched his back and bellowed.
He raised his fist and the energy
began to dissipate.


All six Stones were pulsating in unison now.
He stared at them,
so transfixed he never saw the lightning bolt aimed for his chest hit him square in the center, sending him tumbling and crashing through a copse of trees.


Thor appeared and raised Stormbreaker.


Before Thanos could react,
Thor hurled Stormbreaker end over end until it found its mark in Thanos's chest,
embedding there with a dull thud.



Thor walked to the Titan, who was struggling to find breath.
"I told you you'd die for that."


Thor pushed Stormbreaker deeper into
Thanos's chest, causing him to stifle a cry of pain.
Panting for air,
Thanos met Thor's gaze and smiled,
privy to a joke only he knew the punchline to.



"You...should have...gone...for the head."

Thanos gasped as he raised his hand.

Thor saw the Infinity Gauntlet on it, all six Stones glowing.

Thanos gave a bigger grin as Thor's eyes widened in horror.
"NO!"

THANOS SNAPPED HIS FINGERS.



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Avengers: Destiny Arrives by Liz palmer

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Outside the barrier, Thanos bashed the energy field with the Gauntlet, but it barely dented.

He had come so far, and the final piece was slipping through his fingers before him.
The Mind Stone began to crackle suddenly, finally reaching critical damage.

As Wanda sobbed, Vision spoke, his voice intimate and tender.
"I love you."
Her cries burst from her as Vis's eyes closed.
His face was calm and serene as the Mind Stone shattered.
Yellow energy shot out and
washed over everyone.
Vision collapsed, his entire body ashen gray.



"I understand, my child," came Thanos's voice as he approached Wanda.
"Better than anyone."
Wanda's eyes flared.
"You could never!"



To her surprise, Thanos looked softly at her. "Today I lost more than you can know."
He walked to stand beside the lifeless body of Vision.

"But now is no time to mourn.
Now is no time at all."


Forming a fist with the Gauntlet, a magical green ring appeared
around Thanos's wrist.
He had activated the Time Stone, reversing time.
Wanda weeping,
the destruction of the Stone,
Vision's declaration of love, all played back in reverse until Vision stood before him.

Mind Stone intact and on his forehead.
"No!" Wanda screamed, but was blasted across the clearing by Thanos.

The Titan faced Vision and gripped him by the throat.
He lifted him and pried out the Mind Stone from his forehead.
Vision's forehead crumbled and his body went limp.
Thanos threw him aside.




Holding the Mind Stone above the final bezel over the vacant knuckle of the Infinity Gauntlet,
Thanos dropped it into place.


Instantly, cosmic energy that had not been collected in a single place since before the Big
Bang washed over him and coursed through him.


Thanos arched his back and bellowed.
He raised his fist and the energy
began to dissipate.


All six Stones were pulsating in unison now.
He stared at them,
so transfixed he never saw the lightning bolt aimed for his chest hit him square in the center, sending him tumbling and crashing through a copse of trees.


Thor appeared and raised Stormbreaker.


Before Thanos could react,
Thor hurled Stormbreaker end over end until it found its mark in Thanos's chest,
embedding there with a dull thud.



Thor walked to the Titan, who was struggling to find breath.
"I told you you'd die for that."


Thor pushed Stormbreaker deeper into
Thanos's chest, causing him to stifle a cry of pain.
Panting for air,
Thanos met Thor's gaze and smiled,
privy to a joke only he knew the punchlme to.



"You...should have...gone...for the head."

Thanos gasped as he raised his hand.

Thor saw the Infinity Gauntlet on it, all six Stones glowing.

Thanos gave a bigger grin as Thor's eyes widened in horror.
"NO!"

THANOS SNAPPED HIS FINGERS.

Are you a Writer? No need seeing the movie sef, this is self explanatory...


Opor oooo...!

MSGAMBLE9:
Are you a Writer? No need seeing the movie sef, this is self explanatory...


Opor oooo...!

I forgot to give credit

The page is culled from the novel
Avengers: Destiny Arrives by Liz Palmer

It is a novel about the Infinity war saga.



Marvel makes lots of novels about their movies.



There is also a novel named Titan Consumed,
It gives us the backstory of Thanos and how he
became the villain we all loved and feared.

I believe it will someday be made into a movie.


If you like reading such books, I can give you the
link to download them for free.

TheMaterialist:



I forgot to give credit

The page is culled from the novel
Avengers: Destiny Arrives by Liz Palmer

It is a novel about the Infinity war saga.



Marvel makes lots of novels about their movies.



There is also a novel named Titan Consumed,
It gives us the backstory of Thanos and how he
became the villain we all loved and feared.

I believe it will someday be made into a movie.


If you like reading such books, I can give you the
link to download them for free.

Please do, the write-up seems interesting...

MSGAMBLE9:
Please do, the write-up seems interesting...

Thanos: Titan Consumed by Barry Lyga



CHAPTER 2:

THE PROBLEM WITH TITAN WAS THAT IT WAS PERFECT.

AND even as a child,
Thanos knew nothing was truly perfect.
Every diamond had its flaw, and
every saintly soul had its black spot of guilt, shame, or restless abnegation.




Titan, too, suffered from an imperfection.
That imperfection, as best he could tell, was Thanos himself.


Son of A’Lars—the High Mentor of Titan,
architect of the Eternal City
—and Sui-San, his absent mother,
Thanos was, at birth, a shock to his people.




His appearance was a jolt of adrenaline to a body at rest.
Distinguished from Titan’s populace by dint of his deformation and purplish hue,
he was prominent in ways and for reasons beyond his control yet fixed permanently in his very physical being.




On Titan, the people’s flesh reflected a range of splendid colors.
But none was purple, the color of death, the color of ill omen.
Save Thanos.
From the Vast Salt Sea on the other side of the planet to the glimmering bronze range of cryovolcanoes just outside the Eternal City,
Titan was a united world,
more than the sum of its parts,
a resplendent and cohesive whole.




The Eternal City was a perfect blend of architecture and engineering, its soaring spires and towers nestled together in a collection of
utmost harmony. A world absolutely in tune with itself.


Except.
For.
Thanos.



His skin color, along with a series of vertical ridges—furrows that made his flesh look as though it had been raked—widened his expansive jaw.
These traits marked him a deviant, a mutated thing.




Had his father been anyone but A’Lars, his mother anyone but Sui-San, he most likely would have been consigned to a medical facility somewhere. Poked and prodded his whole life, quarantined from polite society.





Instead, he was left in A’Lars’s care.
Sui-San disappeared shortly after his birth.
He walked at six months.
Not the drunken toddle of a baby, but the
confident stride of a man.

He could already hold himself erect, control the
movement of his head and neck.

He had complete coordination of his limbs,
and his bearing was that of an adult.


Two days shy of his first birthday, he spoke. Not a word, but rather a full sentence:
“Father, will there be a birth celebration for me, and will Mother attend?”
He’d been capable of speech for weeks but had waited until he’d fully parsed the nuances of sentence structure to issue his first words.
Before either of those milestones, he knew he was different in a world that prized conformity and unanimity above all else.




“Mother will not attend,” A’Lars had said.


If his father was surprised by Thanos’s speech and his diction, he did not show it.



“I will arrange for friends.”
I will arrange for…
Those words preceded most of A’Lars’s statements.





Thanos’s father rarely touched his son, rarely even looked at him.


In regard to Thanos’s needs, he only ever said I will arrange for… and then did just
that, with efficiency and aplomb.

Thanos wanted for nothing.
Needed nothing.
Except to belong.



As good as his word, A’Lars arranged for friends: a collection of androids designed to look and act like toddlers.



They were programmed to distract Thanos and keep him dumbly happy and content.



In time, he’d figured out their programming and rewrote their algorithms.


He now had a coterie of robotic servants that amused him but accomplished little else.
His restless mind craved more.
“Very well,” A’Lars relented.
“School.”

Generations ago, it had been the common practice to install children in thought-cribs and educate them through direct cerebral interface.



That practice had long fallen out of favor by the time of Thanos’s birth.
It was now fashionable to add an interactive social element to education, placing a group of children together in a school, where they could theoretically enhance one another’s learning and also facilitate socialization.




Thanos was excited by the prospect of school. Other than the reprogrammed androids,
he’d had no companionship, and he looked
forward to meeting other children his age.




“Be polite,” A’Lars told him on their way to the education complex in their floater.
“Speak only when directed to.”
“Yes, Father.”
Thanos bobbed his head in agreement.
Through the clear shell over the floater, he could see other floaters, the tops of buildings, and
the distant mountain ranges of Titan.

His world was beautiful and at peace,
and he longed to explore every part of it.




“The teachers have been warned about your appearance,” A’Lars reminded him.
“Try not to do or say anything upsetting or untoward.”

His appearance.
Almost unconsciously, he ran one finger along his
jawline.





At some point in Titan’s distant past, for reasons no one could any longer remember, the color purple had become associated with death, a
connection that persisted to the present.




When Titans died, their bodies were covered with purple shrouds.
The lights in their residences were tuned
to the violet portion of the spectrum for the grieving period.





He’d first encountered this association when his father received a visitor in their home.
Thanos was four years old, and the visitor was an elderly.woman, a friend of A’Lars’s parents, seeking advice from the High Mentor of Titan.




She wore shades of purple from head to toe, including a veil covering her face, a veil that was the precise color of Thanos’s own skin.




The coincidence of her clothing and his own skin color thrilled Thanos, as coincidences often do to children.
When she left, he babbled to his father about the color of her clothes, about the way the veil so perfectly matched his own flesh.





And A’Lars had explained, in blunt language, that she wore that color because she was in mourning. She was a widow, and so she wore the color
of death.




Thanos’s excitement had curdled.
Of all the hues his maladapted genes
could have chosen to express, why did it have to be purple?





Now, at the education complex, A’Lars led him down a corridor, peering around and occasionally sniffing in barely disguised annoyance.
“Uninspired design and workmanship,”
he commented.




“Do not allow your
surroundings to infect your breeding, Thanos.”
“I will not, Father,” Thanos promised,
fighting to match his father’s disinterested deportment.



Inside, he was ecstatic to be among his peers; he
knew his father disapproved of expression of emotion, so he suppressed his excitement.




At a doorway, father and son paused.
Thanos waited as his father thumbed open the door.

This would be the first time in his awareness that Thanos would be separated from his father for more than an hour or so.

He opened his mouth to say something,
but A’Lars nodded curtly at him and said,
“Don’t be late,”
followed by, “Learn well,”
before turning and striding back down the
corridor they’d walked together.





Thanos nodded to himself, then stepped into the education chamber.
It was a smallish room with a series of twelve personal interface pods that could be arranged in any formation.



At that moment, they were lined up
in two ranks of six each,
all facing the front of the chamber,
where stood an adult in a gray tunic and slacks, his hands clasped behind his back.



He had thick black hair pomaded to his skull like a helmet, and skin the color of a pale morning sky.





The teacher smiled and—to his credit—did an admirable job concealing his startled reflex at the sight of Thanos.

But Thanos noted it.


The school had been advised he was coming.
They knew who and what he was.
And yet still, his appearance shocked.




“And you must be Thanos,” the teacher said. Thanos thought it an absurd thing to say—who else could he be?—but the teacher’s smile was
pleasant, and Thanos bore in mind his father’s admonitions.
So he simply nodded and said, “Yes.”








“Class, welcome a new friend and fellow learner: Thanos.”

Eleven of the pods rotated enough that the children within could get an unobstructed view of the newcomer.


Thanos felt a frisson of panic at twenty-two eyes boring into him, then forced the panic away.
They were children.
Like him.



“Take the empty pod, please,” said the teacher. “Today we’ll be studying color and patterns.”




He scrambled into the pod.
Its padded interior shifted into a cocoon as
he settled into place.
Now, here, he was comfortable.
In his element.
The interface pod was an older model than the one he had at home, but it was serviceable.


He ran a few updates on its firmware,
then connected it to the pod at home.
Colors and patterns.



As the teacher spoke and the pod conjured images for him to absorb, he realized how incredibly bored he was already.



He’d already learned about color from his father, from the nature of light to the manipulation of pigments.


Patterns—from plaids to stripes, dots, and
organics—were similarly old news to him.


Was this really the best way for him to learn?
He tamped down his impatience.
He had wanted this, after all; he couldn’t give up on it after a few minutes.



With a sigh, he switched his pod to accelerated mode and flashed through the lesson at twice the speed.

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Thanos: Titan Consumed by Barry Lyga



CHAPTER 2:

THE PROBLEM WITH TITAN WAS THAT IT WAS PERFECT.

AND even as a child,
Thanos knew nothing was truly perfect.
Every diamond had its flaw, and
every saintly soul had its black spot of guilt, shame, or restless abnegation.




Titan, too, suffered from an imperfection.
That imperfection, as best he could tell, was Thanos himself.


Son of A’Lars—the High Mentor of Titan,
architect of the Eternal City
—and Sui-San, his absent mother,
Thanos was, at birth, a shock to his people.




His appearance was a jolt of adrenaline to a body at rest.
Distinguished from Titan’s populace by dint of his deformation and purplish hue,
he was prominent in ways and for reasons beyond his control yet fixed permanently in his very physical being.




On Titan, the people’s flesh reflected a range of splendid colors.
But none was purple, the color of death, the color of ill omen.
Save Thanos.
From the Vast Salt Sea on the other side of the planet to the glimmering bronze range of cryovolcanoes just outside the Eternal City,
Titan was a united world,
more than the sum of its parts,
a resplendent and cohesive whole.




The Eternal City was a perfect blend of architecture and engineering, its soaring spires and towers nestled together in a collection of
utmost harmony. A world absolutely in tune with itself.


Except.
For.
Thanos.



His skin color, along with a series of vertical ridges—furrows that made his flesh look as though it had been raked—widened his expansive jaw.
These traits marked him a deviant, a mutated thing.




Had his father been anyone but A’Lars, his mother anyone but Sui-San, he most likely would have been consigned to a medical facility somewhere. Poked and prodded his whole life, quarantined from polite society.





Instead, he was left in A’Lars’s care.
Sui-San disappeared shortly after his birth.
He walked at six months.
Not the drunken toddle of a baby, but the
confident stride of a man.

He could already hold himself erect, control the
movement of his head and neck.

He had complete coordination of his limbs,
and his bearing was that of an adult.


Two days shy of his first birthday, he spoke. Not a word, but rather a full sentence:
“Father, will there be a birth celebration for me, and will Mother attend?”
He’d been capable of speech for weeks but had waited until he’d fully parsed the nuances of sentence structure to issue his first words.
Before either of those milestones, he knew he was different in a world that prized conformity and unanimity above all else.




“Mother will not attend,” A’Lars had said.


If his father was surprised by Thanos’s speech and his diction, he did not show it.



“I will arrange for friends.”
I will arrange for…
Those words preceded most of A’Lars’s statements.





Thanos’s father rarely touched his son, rarely even looked at him.


In regard to Thanos’s needs, he only ever said I will arrange for… and then did just
that, with efficiency and aplomb.

Thanos wanted for nothing.
Needed nothing.
Except to belong.



As good as his word, A’Lars arranged for friends: a collection of androids designed to look and act like toddlers.



They were programmed to distract Thanos and keep him dumbly happy and content.



In time, he’d figured out their programming and rewrote their algorithms.


He now had a coterie of robotic servants that amused him but accomplished little else.
His restless mind craved more.
“Very well,” A’Lars relented.
“School.”

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