• I feel bad about not having a Stan Lee pop •
You gave me heroes, Sir.
You gave me inspiring heroines.
From a “basic and boring” girl emerging as a phoenix from the ashes that cloaked her, to the no-nonsense general who reminded me what true loyalty looked like; to sisters whose refusal to die for each other is rivaled only by their willingness to kill for each other.
You gave me a complicated and deathly warrior, a black widow who can hang with the best of men and gods.
You helped my imagination run free in realms where my idols didn’t let me down. You gave me universes where good is always triumphant.
You gave me soldiers, warriors, survivors, leaders, mothers, sisters, friends and souls so perfectly flawed, but whose strength and courage transcended into a hopeful reality.
You gave this girl the freedom she needed to be okay with being the kind of woman who knows her value and wouldn’t settle for less.
You gave generations adventures worth a thousand lifetimes. For that, you are immortal.
Rest in peace, Maker of Heroes.