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'House of M'
I decided because it’s one of my favorite Marvel Comics storylines we should delve a little deeper into House of M. This storyline was included in my article about Scarlet Witch as supporting evidence as to why she’s is the strongest hero in the Marvel Universe (a position I stand by wholeheartedly).
The Underrated Women of Marvel
Looking into Marvel comics, I would like to point out some of the women of the Marvel who are often forgotten despite their great power. First up is Spectrum, who is rumoured to also be introduced in Captain Marvel. We should mention that Monica Rambeau was the first female Captain Marvel and was such most of her career in the Avengers. She became Spectrum after taking on the name Photon and Pulsar.
Scarlet Witch vs. Captain Marvel
Kevin Feige called Captain Marvel “the most overpowered hero in the MCU.” Well, the only way that could possibly be the case is if he completely ignores the powers and abilities of Scarlet Witch and has no intention of introducing other heroes that would easily overpower Ms. Danvers (Vulcan, Skaar, Grandmaster, Phoenix Force I could go on and on). The unfortunate truth is that if they are going to make her as “overpowered” as he seems to think she is they would have to ignore big gaping weaknesses.
I thought that before Captain Marvel is released we should talk about her powers, and what her role in the Marvel universe is. Carol Danvers was actually Ms. Marvel and didn’t take the mantle of Captain until 2012. As Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel are both powerful characters but have some huge weaknesses, that would make her existence in the MCU a bit useless if they are going to be at all comic book accurate.
He was like an ocean, glittering and beautiful on the surface. At first glance, he seemed soft and comforting and warm. Unable to resist the glimmer of his water and the deep comforting scent of the air around him she steps closer to the edge of his waves. His waves lapped against her pulling her closer to him, she smiled wondering what it would be like beneath the surface, giving herself completely over to him. As she dove into his waters she sunk beneath the calm surface and she began to discover the vastness of his depths. Directly above her lived a serene blue light that she watched with wonder as she fell deeper into him. The waters started to get dark and cold, forms cloaked in darkness began to surround her. The dark shapes began to move around, but every time she felt scared or lost she looked up and saw his light. She didn’t swim long in the openness of him before she felt the need to shrink back into herself. She wraps her arms around herself letting her body sink lower into the cold water she starts to struggle beneath the forms swimming around her, careful not to startle them. Wrapped in herself she struggles to find warmth, the forms around her begin to get closer. She looks towards the surface looking for any glimmer of the light she once saw in him but the darkness was deep and she couldn’t find any trace of who she saw before she entered the water that now consumed her. She longed for the time where she could watch him from the sandy shores, she longed for a time of wonder and warmth, she longed for some distance to separate them, some distance to let her catch her breath. His water filled her lungs starving her of air, water that once seemed so warm and calm was now strangling the life out of her. She was filled with a sadness that sunk her lower into him, she looked toward the surface but all she saw was darkness, a deep black closing in around her. She was now lost to the world, cut off from everyone except for him, she was isolated and wanted nothing more than to see the world that he had taken her from. She wanted out and he wanted her warmth so he wrapped around her and held her tight unwilling to let her go. She wanted out but she was unable to swim upward, unable to do what she physically could to escape because although her lungs were taken by water her heart was taken by him. She couldn’t leave him, she couldn’t forget the warmth that he had given her, the love that he had made her feel. She screams out unable to make a sound, no one around to sense her suffering. The grasp he has on her leaves her feeling the world, the life, the hope leave her body. And still, she feels she cannot leave, she is afraid of being without his beauty more than she is afraid of suffocating, for the starvation of air would feel sharper on the surface without him. Without him, she would fall into deep waters of her own, unable to breathe, think, or scream, and alone she would be suffocating on a surface filled with air, and that would be so much worse than drowning here, now, into him. She hits the bottom of the ocean, she gives into the darkness that won’t let her go, she releases her struggle and lets him consume her. She closes her eyes, stills herself, and lets him have her.
The silence woke her, the darkness was so deafening that her body could not ignore what wasn’t being said. Every cell in her body was screaming at her but no one could hear. She clawed and climbed attempting to escape the captivity that her thoughts had banished her to, but the higher she climbed the more she realized that the hole she was in was never-ending. She was unable to feel even herself, she wasn't even sure if she existed anymore. The only thing she had felt lately was the breathlessness that took her chest when the world started closing in on her. The walls threatening to crush her, her own body threatening to collapse in on itself. She could not breathe, she could not talk, or scream, she couldn't even cry. For crying would express an emotion and she no longer had any use for those. The cold, vacant, cavity that held everything vital for life was uninhibited by anything that made her feel alive.
The Importance of Entertainment
Anyone who knows me knows that I am an extraordinary nerdy person, a fangirl and I am very proud of it. Only few know that being a nerd has saved my life on multiple occasions. It truly started my freshmen year of college, now to be fair I had a decent knowledge of Star Wars and some Marvel before then, but it was a basic knowledge at best. I came home for Christmas break and I realized that I didn’t want to go back to Nashville—which I hated because I loved Nashville, my friends there and the theatre program I was in, but it wasn’t home and I felt alone. Almost every day during Christmas break I watched Lord of the Rings and all three some days—so many times in fact, that my dad burned copies for me to take back across the country with me.
'The Princess Diaries'
In honor of The Princess Diaries gracing us with its presence on Netflix this month, I thought it would be a good time to reflect upon what made this movie so incredible in the first place. Things like its vivid characters, strong actors, and original soundtrack make this movie so much more than just memorable.
Loss and Love
She watched as the smoke raised towards the sky to join the clouds, forming a thick gray blanket that covered the town she once loved. He came up behind her and placed his hand on her back. He looked around at the scorched wood, and fallen structures of warmth, safety and strength. She looked into his eyes, and turned herself into him resting her head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and let her finally breathe. She gasped and let the tears she had been holding back for the past hours loose. She melted into his arms letting her tears flow as he kept her safe in his embrace.
In Defense of Libraries
Lately I have seen a lot of articles on the fall of libraries, how they are about to go extinct if we don’t save them. We see libraries getting closed down, art programs getting cut, essentially we are seeing the art of knowledge and self expression die off. In addition to personal reasons for needing libraries around, they are also a beautiful place for free knowledge, for those who cannot afford to buy books. For those who can not afford a computer for access to internet, it is a place for people who can not afford basic forms of knowledge to go and indulge in the information that libraries have to offer. Libraries are the backbone of our society; a place for knowledge and art, a place for people to retreat to when they need a safe haven for their ideas. I am one who has great belief that libraries are an essential part of our society as a whole. When the world gets to loud, and the thoughts inside my head get to busy, I can always take comfort in one single place. Thousands of single places, really. Any and all libraries. Nothing gives me the sense of serene comfort like being around hundreds and hundreds of books. Thousands of worlds and ideas surrounding me and all of a sudden I don't have to be in reality anymore. I can curl up with a classic or turn to something new I have yet to discover and find my heart in something new. The simple act of opening a book and losing yourself in its words seems like such a small action but it can open your mind and your heart and take you to new places. You can discover things you never knew before, about the world and about yourself. Another person's words can inspire you to create, speak out, and even live differently. Another person's ideas can ignite your own, causing a beautiful creative revolution. I know that no matter what life brings, I can always find a library with a big comfy chair, and curl up with a book; a book whose words dance through my mind with spectacular color and musical celebration. I can lose and find myself in the heart of a story either new to me, or completely comfortable and predictable. As a writer I can often see where a story is going to go within its first few pages, but that has never dulled the journey and authors words take me on. Many stories may take a similar path but an author's individual words, and the heart and perspective that they put into a plot line everyone has read before is what makes art unique. It is what makes our hearts and minds full, and it is what keeps us coming back to art. We don’t continue to read books to read the same story over and over again, we continue to read to discover something we didn’t notice before. We come back to books because of the way the stories are told. We keep being told that libraries are dying, being wiped out by digital books and the fall of literacy, but the truth is as long as people seek knowledge, truth, and creativity, there will be libraries. There will be places people can go to retreat into stories, a place where people can find their voice and themselves. Libraries will remain a place to find safety in knowledge, strength in truth, and relief in creativity. I will continue to find comfort among books and find myself in stories. So when the world gets to loud, and the thoughts in my head get too busy, I will always retreat into a story.
How Theatre Has Helped Me in Sales
Whenever you have dedicated most of yourself to a field that is completely creative, it can be frustrating looking for other work because people don’t always see the transferable skills that we have learned from being on stage. Skills that we have not only acquired, but mastered better than any other candidates employers may have. As an actor, I have been trained in communication skills, public speaking, confidence, problem-solving, and persistence.
The sun was covered by a thick blanket of deep grey clouds that covered any blue for as far as anyone could see. On this cold, cloudy New York city morning, she walked quickly into her favorite bookshop. Just as she approaches the rain starts to fall, drizzles at first but as she makes it in the door it starts to pour. She finds at the front door a box with a sign that says “Take some inspiration to chase away a bad day.” She reached into the box and pulls out a slip of paper, she made her way to her favorite, oversized green chair; curled up into it. She opened up the slip of paper and read the words: “Don’t let anyone dim your shine.” She laid her head back and closed her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek and she thought of the words that he used to say. She tried to remember the words said in his voice, something he used to say to her almost daily and yet she couldn’t summon his voice to her memory. Tears started to fill her eyes as she thought about the fact that it had only been two weeks but had already begun to fade from her mind.