Agent M Loves Tacos

Hello there! I'm Ryan Penagos aka Agent M! I'm the Executive Editorial Director for Marvel Digital Media Group and Marvel.com. What does that mean? Well, I write and edit and travel and tweet and do some pretty cool stuff for all things Marvel. It's a rad gig.

I live with my darling wife Elizabeth and our four fabulous kitties (Lucy, Maybellene, Lola & Brian Eno).

This is my Tumblr blog. It'll be full of cute animals, comics, video games, tattoos, lotsa Marvel stuff and much more. Enjoy!

More Fun Stuff:
Music | Tacos | Sloths | Gifs | Dogs | Random

See also:
Marvel on Tumblr
Ric Flair Getting Kicked in the Face
Nerd Cats






Unless something here is from Marvel.com, no posts or opinions or ideas are officially affiliated with Marvel. This is my personal blog. Blah blah blah legal flim flam.

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Home, watching wrestling and about to have dinner before Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and this gifset makes me tear up. If someone out there wants to say, “well ya know she dies like 5 days later” which always seems to happen when I find something sweet like this, then please keep it to yourself.

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Asker Anonymous Asks:
I know it's early but do you have any idea when Cap 2 will be released on bluray/dvd?
agentmlovestacos agentmlovestacos Said:

I do have an idea! I can’t share, sorry.

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Loki male costume Xbox Avatar code: 
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Asker Anonymous Asks:
Hey, who at ABC (and through which communication medium at what address) do we need to pester to ensure a second season of AoS?
agentmlovestacos agentmlovestacos Said:

No need to pester. If you want a second season, show your support by watching live, tweeting along with/about the show, and let the numbers and the attention do the pestering. 

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Loki male costume Xbox Avatar code: 
Redeem on Xbox Live or xbox.com. First come, first served, etc.

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Asker couchboy Asks:
Just wanted to put in my two cents - Dogs > Cats. Oh yeah, something about Clairvoyent being Gambit.
agentmlovestacos agentmlovestacos Said:

Dogs and lions, living together…mass hysteria!

via saxonogy:

tekena:

A lion and a miniature sausage dog have formed an unlikely friendship after the little dog took the king of the jungle under his wing as a cub.
Bonedigger, a five-year old male lion, and Milo, a seven-year old Dachshund, are so close that Milo helps the lion clean his teeth after dinner.
The 500lbs lion dwarfs little Milo, yet after the dog took the disabled lion into his protection as a cub, Bonedigger has rarely left his side.

Miniature sausage dog

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I feel you, dog. I feel you.

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PIZZA DOGS

via buzzfeedanimals:

You know how you love pizza?

So do dogs.

My mom texted me this morning saying, “Stanley is gone. My heart is broken.” We knew his time was coming, but that really doesn’t mean anything. He was 15 or so years old and the most gentle, friendly and loving dog. Stanley had cancer. For years. Stanley beat the shit out of that cancer, but it took its toll. I hugged and laid down with Stanley about two weeks ago while visiting my mom. He was blind and mostly deaf, but his sense of smell was still amazing. Letting him sniff me and seeing his body language change as recognition came on was wonderful to see. I’m rambling. I’m crying.

I remember when we got Stanley. We’d had Max, our Scottish Terrier for a few years. Max chose us as much as we chose Max. But Stanley? Stanley was a rescue. We rescued him from people I have the misfortune of being related to by blood. I don’t consider them family now—haven’t for years, but at the time, they were still close to us. I wasn’t there when my mom met Stanley. As best as I can recall from the stories, it was winter and my mom and stepfather were visiting my uncle. Stanley was chained out to the back of my uncle’s house. In the rain. A puppy then, he was shivering and not doing well, but not barking. Not complaining. My mom saw him and made my uncle bring him in. So Stanley was brought inside…and put in the cold, dark basement. This was a party or some such, but really? Who does that? i think they joked about selling Stanley—who was called Rocky at the time—to my mom if she wanted him. Even after leaving, my mom couldn’t get the thought out of her head of leaving that dog with those people. So she called them shortly thereafter and asked about the dog. My lovely relatives were kind enough to sell Stanley to my mother for $500 or so, even though they got him from their neighbor. Whatever. My mom didn’t blink, she just got the money, paid those people and rescued Stan from them. 

To say Stanley was worth it would be an understatement. Hell, he’s probably cost tens of thousands of dollars in medical care over the years. Cancer, man. Fuck cancer. Totally worth it. Having Stanley in our family is just one of those things that was meant to be. It just couldn’t have been any other way. Same with Max. And the two of them together? I can’t even imagine them not having each other for the years they did. The pure, unfiltered love those dogs shared with each other, let alone us…it hurts my chest just thinking about them and how much they meant to us these last 16 or 17 years.

We lost Max four years ago this month. I think it’ll be four years next week, actually. I had a dream the other night. I dreamt, with such vividness and such clarity that I was just laying down with Max, hugging him and hanging out with him. I can remember what it was like to pet him and how his tail would wag and how he weighed and what it was like to be near him. And then I woke up. And it was so painful. And now I think about Stan and how we’d have to carry him down the stairs these last few months. And how thin he’d gotten. But how much his tail and his butt would shake when mom was around or when I came to see him and how you knew in spite of losing his best friend and in spite of being in pain, he was still happy. Happy to be loved and to keep loving us. 

I don’t know what happens when we die, but I sure hope Stan and Max are hanging out together right now, chasing each other or laying next to each other and I sure hope I get to see them again. 

Goodbye, Stanley. We love you and we miss you.

Here I go! Heading off to Chicago for C2E2! Follow all the Marvel stuff at the convention from marvel.com/c2e22013.

Here I go! Heading off to Chicago for C2E2! Follow all the Marvel stuff at the convention from marvel.com/c2e22013.

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It’s one of those days, chow puppy. One of those days.

via thepetcollective:

Chow Puppy Can’t Get Out of Bowl

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I just can’t stop looking at these.

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Rage building this morning…this really helps hold back the Hulkmood.

vai thedaintysquid:

oh my god.

This makes me feel:

via beaschalantasyoulike:

This is an example of how the Internet is alright sometimes.

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Earth’s Mightiest Pugs!

I am now dead.