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pbandjesse · 1 year ago

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I did not enjoy my day as much as I had hoped. It was all out of sorts. It would be okay in the end but I did not get as much done as I had hoped and was just kind of bummed about it because so much wasn't working out.

The problems really started because I slept terribly. Firstly I couldn't get comfortable. Then I was coughing again. Then it was really loud outside with cars and trucks. I was awake more then I was asleep and it was not fun.

When I woke up James was out already. They made a final run to the apartment to get all the trash and take it to the dump. I got up and got dressed and made the bed. And was sitting in my chair in the studio when James got back.

James would make me a little sandwich for breakfast and they had French toast. I had made a list for Home Depot and would measure a few things just so I would know what we needed and wouldn't panic when we got there.

We would leave the house and headed there soon after we ate. And it was pretty good except the store was really busy. Lots of contractors and they were doing inventory and it was just a little chaotic. But the lady at the paint counter was nice. And James went to get us a cart while I got the paint.

After we ordered the paint we would start checking off the rest of the list. We found the paint rollers and got the tape. A pack of screws and anchors. And went to the molding section to look at the paneling.

James voted on the larger shiplap style and those came in 8x4 foot panels. We had decided on 6 foot so we would go and have them cut that down. While James worked with the nice man to do that I would go look at screen doors so we can have a better idea of that as the weather gets nicer.

We paid and it was expensive but not as expensive as I had thought. So that was good. But then we ran into an issue. The panels did not fit in the car in either direction. Everything else was fine. The shelves and brackets. The paint. It was just the panels. James was a bit panicked which makes me really frustrated because like while this sucked it was a fixable problem. They rent trucks. I would drive home and drop things off. James would go investigate a truck.

Sadly they had no trucks available so we needed to get a U-Haul instead which would take slightly longer. I went home and got everything inside and went right back to home depot. I had been a little upset when I had first left the store because my GPS tried to take me to the apartment and not the house despite changing the home button weeks ago. But it didn't take as long to get back and everything would be fine.

We would switch. James had been sitting on the cart. Now I would sit on the cart. And James would go and get the van. This took slightly longer then I hoped because the address they had was wrong. But it was fine. I had grabbed my water and my headphones and listened to a video and scrolled on Tumblr and enjoyed sitting outside. It wasn't as pretty as yesterday but it was still nice.

When James got back we loaded up the van and headed home. And then back out to get our car.

I thought we would bail on our other errands but James said we should still go to target. So that is what we did.

We went to target and exchanged our CO2 and got more syrup and kitty litter. Next we went to the post office to get a package. Which took forever and I was getting upset sitting in the car. It was a lot later then I was hoping. I was hungry. I was to hot in the car. I was very unhappy. I told James I felt like the world was ending. Everything felt wrong.

I asked to please get chipotle for lunch. I needed to eat something substantial. So that is what we did.

I was very happy to get food and to go home. It was about 140 and we would need to leave at 230 of my appointment. So nothing else was going to get accomplished. I just sat on the couch and ate half my bowl and most of my chips and would slowly start to feel better.

We would leave here after moving some furniture around to get ready for hanging the paneling later on. I was glad we were going to do some of our project today.

We got to my appointment and I got to recount my er visit. And explained about the antibiotics and everything else. And so it was decided I would do the intense antibiotics for 10 days and I would come back for my injections on the 18th. A little frustrating but it's for the best. I shouldn't make my immune system more suppressed while I'm actively fighting being sick.

I really want this cough to stop. It's mostly gone during the day but then it comes back and it makes me feel like I'm dying. It's very scary.

We would come home and worked for the next couple hours on hanging the panels on the wall. We did not do it exactly the way I'm sure you are supposed to. We should have don't a counter sink so the screws we used are not visible. But I think I have a plan for covering them. I love how the wall looks. James would work very hard hanging the brackets and shelves. Which was a whole thing but looks so good. The shelves are just wood planks and are slightly warped so there is a little mismatching but I have a plan and I think in the end the whole thing is going to look great. I'm really excited.

Once that was done we would change the kitty litter. And James vacuumed. Both the bits of kitty litter and the saw dust in my studio from cutting the hole for the outlet they made in the panel.

James would gather all of our laundry to go to the laundry mat. And while they were gone I would have the rest of my chips and would work on some painting in the stairwell. While we had bought new rollers I guess I threw away the tray I had purchased because I cannot find it anywhere. Very frustrating. I'll go buy one tomorrow I guess. Or see if we have one at camp I can borrow. I would just use a brush for now, one that I am keeping in a ziplock bag so I don't have to clean it. It's coming together.

My breathing started to get worse and I came to sit down and have been writing this since. James got home a few minutes ago. They went and got my inhaler and it's not helping yet but I hope it does soon because I am very uncomfortable.

I think I will go take a shower soon. And try to sleep easier. I really hope it works.

Tomorrow at work I do not know what we are doing. Besides an afternoon meeting. But I am hoping it will be a good day.

Sleep well everyone. Be safe. I love you all. Goodnight.

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amagicdoctor · 2 years ago

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Looks like I'd be one of the only x-fans to stick around for this: I'll try keeping up with the X-Men run feat. Ninja Kitty for ur sake and warn u if the bloodshed stays on bloodbath levels. Same with Dark X-Men since you seemed interested a few months back but got warned about the extreme characters in it

Although I find myself in a weirdass place because the more teasers come out for the next X-series the more turned off I am in reading them... I like Archangel and Nightcrawler but the first is gonna be in DX-M where the writer straight up told us "we're gonna kill many members of the cast from issue 1 lol", to which I say "i hate you too" because this is exactly how the new X-Men team (who won the irl fan poll) got revealed at the gala only to unceremoniously get killed in the next panel, and the latter is gonna be in Uncanny Spiderman with Mystique showing up to give him his backstory again (by that understand the writer is gonna retcon stuff the same way they rewrote Margali, badly), which means Kurt is gonna get an identity crisis on top of his already existing identity crisis and... Come on. This guy's entire character arc during krakoa was to have an identity crisis over and over again and change what role he has accordingly. At this point the plot isn't a case of "Reuse, reduce, recycle", it's a printer with the "Copy" button jammed...

Wish me luck y'all

Oh ok, well don't feel as though you have to read anything if you're not vibing with it.. There are other comics out there and you could just reread stuff from the 80s!

#text response #ask for admin

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wallphasing · 7 years ago

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get you a girl who can do both

#kitty: murders someone by ripping their heart out #kitty in the next panel: ^ u ^#what a legend what a woman #` ∙ keeping up with the guardians. ❜#yes this counts as shitposting don't @e #me *

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win-writes · 2 years ago

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KDJDMSKDNZKSN

WIN SENPAI NOTICED ME AGAIN MMMMM *fangirling*

You are so kind to me, luv u 💞

My name is Noémi (it's hungarian name)

I have a manga panel with Dazai and Fyodor on the outside of my forearm, and the inside Kagari from Psycho-Pass (and a former kitty cat what I didn't want to fade away)

and Pochita under my elbow:)

BUT NEXT TIME WHEN I'LL GO TATTOOIST SHE WILL MAKE ME JOUNO RIGHT HERE

*hugs hugs hugs*

Omg you're Hungarian ⁉️ hmm I'm from somewhere in Europe too hehe 👩🏻‍💻

STOP YOUR TATTOOS ARE SO COOL PLEASE

#win; answers #win; smooches noemi

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 4 years ago

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So due to the fact that i am a horny fuck, may i have a continuation of the thunderhoof doing only fans with his s/o who is 100% on board with the situation, and just to torture you cat ears must be involved

Fucking loser. Let’s go (also I’m not sure if I described onlyfans right last time? Hope i did, because i only know about it from memes tbh)

Aight, you good here? I got a deadline to meet.”

You chuckled as you finished up the last dish. He was motioning towards the laptop in his hands, and you knew exactly what he meant. You just learned that he had an onlyfans, but as funny as it was, you were cool with it. It made money, and it was a good way for him to burn off some of that sky high libido, making your life just a bit easier.

“Gonna hoe off online to strangers online?”

“Listen, it makes solid money. This valve is the reason you got those nice aft shoes last week.”

“I’m kidding! I just like making fun of you! Go on, do your thing.”

Thunderhoof wasn’t ashamed of what he was doing, he was just a touch embarrassed that his partner knew about it. He made his way to their room, and sat down on their berth. While it was a big weird, he was kinda….into it, knowing their partner was fully on board with this situation. He WAS always into his partners watching him in the act. He palmed his panel for a moment, before making himself stop. Save it for the simps. He opened his laptop, and signed it. He was right on time, with his crowd of horny losers on the other end. His laptop dinged. A donation already, and he hadn’t even spoken yet.

“Already? I just finished setting up my shit!”

Some comments were okay. Some mild ‘omg u r so hawt’ kinda thirst, while some...were freaks. His hoof pics fetched quite a bit of coin. He pulled up the comment, giving it a read, and groaned.

“You fuckin’ weebs and your cat ears- FINE.”

Thunderhoof was popular on here for having quite the attitude, while still being surprisingly compliant about what his fans wanted. He reached into his dresser next to him, and slapped them on his helm. As per usual, chat flipped shit, showering him in little tips. He scoffed.

“A dollar here, a five here- am I a cheap hoe to all of youse? Throw me some real goddamn money!”

That was when he got exactly what he wanted. A big, fat tip, brought to his attention by a large message box. He knew a tip that big didn’t come for free, but open panels already? Alright, fair enough. He pushed his laptop a bit away, only to spread his legs for the camera, and pop open his valve panel. A few words of praise (as usual) before another decent tip came in.

‘You’re wet already? For a big guy, you’re a bit of a hoe <3’

Thunderhoof snorted. The gall some of these bitches had, talking to him like that.

“Look, numb nodes, I’m nearin’ my heat. Youse ain’t special, as much as you wanna be.”

Sure it seemed less believable, given the fact that he was rubbing his nodes in small, slow circles, but he meant it. The door to the room opened, and they stopped right there.

“Sorry, I wanted to do clothes, should I come back later?”

Thunderhoof thought about it. Granted the cat ears were a bit much, but on the whole, there was no reason for him to hide this or chase them off. He shook his helm.

“Nah, come in. Just dealing with the thirsty losers.”

Chat of course, loved the attitude, throwing more small tips his way. They walked in, digging into the hamper as he did his thing. The computer gave a loud ding, and he groaned. He never minded doing requests, especially for those with fat pockets, but he forgot to get just the toy they wanted.

“Doll, do me a favor, can you get me that one dildo from the collection? The purple one?”

“The one with the knot?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

They dug into the dresser, before sitting right next to him, and handing it to him. They looked at the chat, who seemed to have mixed reactions on someone else being in view.

“So, you just get paid to talk with them and jerk off?”

“Pretty much. Love my boys in the chat, but doing both at the same time is a pain in the aft. And not just because i had to do anal that one time.”

That was when a grin appeared on their face. They held his servo, and helped him slowly rub the plastic across his folds, making his shoulders stiffen.

“Tell you what. Why don’t I help you?”

“You...don’t gotta, I was really just complainin’ about-”

“I don’t mind. I think I can make your viewers happy.”

You leaned up to kiss the nape of his neck, before pushing the toy past his folds. He squirmed a bit under the stretch, biting his lower lip. He always loved this toy. You looked at the chat again, and so many strangers calling your mech a ‘cute kitty witty’ was kinda wild. You pushed the spike further in, stopping just short of the knot.

“Who's a pretty kitty?”

Thunderhoof halted, before indulging, mainly because he knew you’d stop what you were doing if he didn't do what you wanted.

“I’m….I’m a pretty kitty.”

“A pretty horny kitty?”

“A kitty that’s gonna go bat shit if he doesn’t get that knot in him.”

A cute face, slutty body, and a slutty tongue. You couldn’t believe that so many people paid for him.

All while you got him totally free.

#asks #thunderhoof #lemon #listen #thunderhoof is such a good bottom #you have no idea #anyone wonder why i ship him with op???

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ahsokadrabbles · 6 years ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 [dan torrance x reader]

request: First off I love your writing and hope you're doing well :) I was wondering if you could do a Dan Torrance x reader(f) where his shine is drawn to her for some reason-u can pick why- and how they connect through that. Like maybe he could talk to her in her thoughts and what their dynamic would be like together. Thank u! Hope it's not too complicated. -i had a lot of fun writing this request, thank you anon! <3

warnings: age gaps and lots of fluff!!

word count: 2,091

Dan Torrance was passionate about his job at the local retirement home. It was there that he discovered he enjoyed helping people. It also gave him a way to use his shine for good and because of that, he earned the nickname Doctor Sleep from the patients. For the first time in a while, Dan felt purpose, he felt needed. He didn't think anything could make his job better, but that was before you showed up to be the new receptionist. You were one of the youngest employees and had just graduated high school. You were sweet and polite and maybe one of the most beautiful girls Dan had ever seen, but he couldn't say a word to you. He knew that you were all too young for him and worried that you'd turn your nose up at him if he even said a word to you. But what if he could speak to you without showing his face? Dan tried to use his shine at a minimum, but this situation seemed like an exception.

Dan peered around the corner and into the main entryway where you sat at your desk with Azzie the cat in your lap, peacefully stroking his white fur. It was a slow day at the home with very few visitors so you figured it called for a break. "Who's a good kitty?" You cooed, throwing the cat over your shoulder like a rag doll. Azzie caught a glimpse of Dan in the doorway and skirted off to your dismay. Dan slunk around the corner as he quietly cursed the cat for nearly blowing his cover. He realized that it was now or never, he had to say something. He swallowed hard and then deeply concentrated, letting himself enter your mind. "Hey," You lifted up your head, expecting to see a guest at the door, but no one was there. "Hello?" You called out, scanning the space around you. "Please don't freak out-" The same voice said, causing you to now stand up from your seat. "What the hell?" "My name is, Dan. You don't really know me, but-" "Where are you exactly?" You questioned, stood in the middle of the room as stumped as could be. "In your head I guess?" Dan poorly explained. "I'm losing it aren't I?" "You're not crazy, I promise." You pinched yourself, feeling as if you were trapped in some weird dream, but you could still feel the sting of pain. "If you're in my head, can you see my memories?" You tested. "If I tried, yeah." "Say something no one would know about me."

Dan obliged and began his trek down the long hallway of your mind. The last time he had done this was long ago, but he found it funny how everyone's mind looked so different. Your mind was a massive library with towering shelves made of polished oak, your memories were written in leather-bound diaries that smelt like dust with a hint of your perfume. Dan picked up one of the diaries and flipped the pages in search of your most specific memory. "In middle school, everyone made fun of you for still having stuffed animals at the foot of your bed. It hurt you a lot, but you couldn't bear to get rid of them and you still have them now." You swallowed the golf ball-sized lump in your throat as you anxiously twiddled your fingers. "Where did I start to hide them when my friends came over?" You asked. Dan was quiet for a moment as he scanned the cream-colored page for an answer. "You pulled back the paneling in your closet and shoved them back there." He replied. "Your mom pitched a fit when she found out that you had torn up your closet, but when she discovered why she felt sorry for you."

You used the heel of your hand to wipe a stray tear as you let out a dry laugh. You hadn't thought about that in so long. You could picture your stuffed animals at the foot of your bed back in your apartment, you really did still have them. "How can you do this?" You puzzled, sitting back down in your chair. "I always called it the shining. It's like being a psychic." "Are you a ghost?" You innocently asked, earning a chuckle from Dan. "Not since the last time I checked." He wittily replied. "Can you see me?" You further questioned. Dan paused and carefully thought out his next move. You didn't know who he was so technically he could say whatever he wanted. "I see a very beautiful girl behind a desk." You felt your face heat up as you smiled softly down at the floor. You didn't even know who this man was, why was he making you feel this way? "I-I should get back to work." You stammered. "Will you talk to me again sometime? It's nice having some company around here, it gets too quiet." "Of course," Dan replied as he smiled to himself.

After a few months of talking, Dan realized why his shine had been attracted to you in the first place; you were lonely. He could already sense this about you, but he saw the full extent of your loneliness when he caught you crying one night. "You okay?" He asked, in his mind, he was projected at the foot of your bed. "Yeah," You sniffed, aggressively rubbing at your eyes which only smeared your makeup worse. "You don't look fine." "I don't want to talk about it. It's embarrassing." "Y/N, you know you can trust me. My job is to be here for you and I can't do that if you don't tell me what's going on." "I just feel really alone." You simply put it. "All I have is you. Everyone else I've ever known is out doing something with their lives or has just left me behind. This is gonna sound selfish, but nothing feels like enough anymore." "That's not selfish, Y/N. I know how you feel." Dan solemnly replied. Suddenly, a wave of guilt struck him deep. He had been there for you all of this time, but not psychically there. He felt like a coward because he was watching you break down and fall apart when he could probably walk to your apartment and fully be there for you. "What time do you go to work today?" "I almost forgot!" You groaned, turning your head to glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. "I've got to be ready in an hour. I should really get going." "Alright, have a good day. Don't be afraid to reach out if you need me." Dan added. "Um, before you go-" You quickly said. "I love you." Dan froze in shock at the words that left your mouth. You had said the three words he had been dying to say to you. "I love you too, Y/N."

You had managed to collect yourself after your pity party and successfully made it to work. Your chest was filled with butterflies after the earlier events you had with Dan. You couldn't believe that you had said you loved him. You had never even seen his face before, but your affection for him was growing harder to hold back. Truthfully; you didn't regret a thing. You spent the first few hours of your shift smiling to yourself and organizing paperwork and suddenly you found yourself on cloud nine. He said I love you back! Maybe you weren't so alone after all. While you swooned over your somewhat secret admirer, Dan paced back and forth down the hall with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Earlier that day he had built up the courage to reveal his identity to you, but that courage got watered down with the passing hours. "What do you think I should do, Azzie?" Dan asked, crouching down to rub the head of the cat that had been weaving between his legs. The cat purred in reply and stared up at Dan with striking blue eyes. "I bet you're telling me not to be such a coward, huh?" He chuckled as he came up out of his crouched position. "Let's go woo the girl, kitty."

"How's work?" You heard Dan's voice say. You made note of how he sounded a lot less echoey than he normally did, but you brushed it off and figured that it must've been some sort of telekinetic interference that you wouldn't understand. "It's fine." You sighed. "I'm feeling a lot better after talking to you. You were right about-" You lifted your head to look forward as a man's shadow cast itself across your desk. "Hi! how can I help you?" You kindly asked, admiring the handsome smile on his weathered face. You'd seen him around before and recognized him as one of the nurses. You figured he just needed some paperwork or something like that. "It's a lot easier to talk to you in your head." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Dan?" You nearly choked as you shot up out of your chair. "In the flesh." He grinned. You ran out from behind your desk and wrapped him up in a tight hug that nearly knocked him off his feet. "I can't believe it's you!" You exclaimed as you tucked your head beneath his chin. "You've been here with me all this time?" "Yes, and I wish I could make it all up to you. I feel like I've been playing you." Dan explained as he sunk deep into your touch. He hadn't been hugged in so long, it felt even better than he remembered. "You have nothing to make up for. I just want to know why you kept yourself from me for so long." You said.

You were still holding onto him as if he'd disappear if you let go. He was so warm and soft and he smelt like nice aftershave. "Let's just say I didn't expect this reaction," Dan replied as you slipped out of his arms and sat on the edge of your desk. Once you got situated, you pulled him over by his hands so he was stood in front of you. "I thought I would come off as some creep because I'm so much older than you. The last thing I would want is to scare you away." "Well, you already scared me pretty bad you started talking to me in my head!" You giggled. "Why would I be bothered by the fact that you're older than me?" You knew what point he was trying to get at, but you wanted to hear it come from his own mouth. Dan was furiously blushing at this point as his blue eyes shifted to the linoleum floor beneath him. "Doesn't this drive the point home?" He nervously replied as he held up his bouquet of flowers. "You wanted to give these to me because..?" You drawled out, fighting back your smile. "Because I love you." Dan grinned, setting the flowers down beside your thigh. "I love you too, Danny." You hummed, contently smiling up at him. "Are you free for dinner tonight?" He asked as you held your flowers flush against your chest. "Yes!" You exclaimed as you pulled him into a hug again. "I can't wait!" "Neither can I," Dan replied, hesitantly stroking your face with the back of his hand. "Kiss me?" You softly asked, looking up at him with those sweet, wide eyes. "How could I say no to that?"

You giggled as he pressed his lips against yours and cradled your jaw in his rough hands. You followed suit and wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss came to an end after a loud crash cut through the air and the two of you looked over to see nearly everything pushed off of your desk, including the flowers, with Azzie stood in the middle of it all looking as guilty as ever. "Azzie!" Dan scolded, kneeling down to retrieve your fallen paperwork and flowers. "I think Azzie is telling us to get back to work." You teased, resting your hand on the small of Dan's back. "I can take it from here, you should head back before you get in trouble." "I'll pick you up at six o'clock?" Dan said, looking up at you from the mess on the floor. "Perfect." You answered before placing a kiss on his stubbly cheek.

You found it funny how the person you needed most was just down the hall.

#dan torrance #danny torrance #dan torrance x reader #dan torrance imagines #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor imagine #doctor sleep #doctor sleep imagine

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oosteven-universe · 5 years ago

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Chu #1

Chu #1 Image Comics 2020 Created, Written & Lettered by John Layman Illustrated by Dan Boultwood “THE FIRST COURSE,” Part One TONY CHU is a cibopath, able to get psychic impressions from what he eats. SAFFRON CHU is a cibopars, able to learn secrets from who she eats with. Tony is a cop. Saffron is a criminal. They are brother and sister, and they are on a collision course. Spinning out of the multiple Eisner Award-winning and New York Times bestselling series CHEW comes CHU, a felonious new food noir about cops, crooks, cooks, and clairvoyants. I know that this is already going into a second printing and here I am late to the party. That’s okay really because if you are like me you can still pick this u and understand everything that is going on. This is new reader friendly and it really is a great introductory issue to a new series. I found this fun, entertaining and full of the kind of humour that I do rather enjoy seeing. I am left feeling intrigued by what is going to come next, I am overjoyed by the wide array of characters that we’ve met thus far and I am certainly interested in seeing how some of these situations are going to play out. The way that this is being told is fantastic. This being my introduction and that we open up with Mr. Boss I found myself drawn in rather quickly. Also the code name thing reminds me of Dick Tracy a bit and I have to say I found myself digging that. The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information is presented beautifully. The character development is sensational and I really am enjoying how we see the personalities emerge. Saffron is a great little character and there are so many moments we see her and think something is up but can’t quite put your finger on it but it adds this air of mystery about her that is fascinating. The pacing is superb and as it takes us through the pages revealing the twists & turns along the way we see how everything works together to create the books ebb & flow. The overall aesthetic of the book is sensational; it has all the right notes arranged to create a beautiful symphony. It is just the right blend of silly and serious that makes you sit up and take notice and that’s precisely what a good book should do. It also holds the distinction that every single time you read it, and you will re-read this quite a bit, it still has the same effect on the reader. The interiors here are well rendered. The linework is great and we see varying weights being utilised to bring about the detail work we see. Granted I would like to see more but hey this style isn’t always suited for that and I have to remember to love it for what it is. The faces and facial expressions are fantastic and do wonders in furthering the characterisation. The backgrounds are extremely well utilised, inserting that kitty was genius, and they do bring us this nice depth perception, sense of scale and the overall sense of size and scope for the book. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a good, strong eye for storytelling. The colour work is great and there is this really nice mix of techniques and applications. This is a great book and it’s one of the reasons why there is so much diversity on the stands. A little bit of everything for any and every mood you are in. With some stellar writing, great layers being entwined throughout and some absolutely delightful interiors this is the hit of the summer.

#Comic Books #Comics Reviews #Image Comics #John Layman #Dan Boultwood

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helloimtk-posts · 6 years ago

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I’m soooo jealous at everyone who attended the Batman vs TMNT panel at wondercon, that shiz must have been freakin’ awesome 😭

Anyways, next arts I hope to post real soon 😊 :

Leo being a sexy badass

Leo and Karai’s playdate

Papa Splinter being an embarrassing, awkward but awesome dad

Dem arts I still owe dagnabbit u~u

Raph cuddling a bunch of teddies

Mikey slurping some Ramen (Think Shokugeki no Souma)

Donnie doing evil mad scientist stuff

Mayhem doing Kitty stuff (e.g. stepping all over Donnie’s computer etc)

April cutting watermelons for the bros on a hot summer day

#PORTAL JACKED HERE I COME!#my body is so unprepared oof #rottmnt

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ladyloveandjustice · 6 years ago

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Animazement 2019

It was pretty fun! I did a lot more than I normally do thanks to Bethany’s enthusiasm (her first con!), so I should always go to cons with her I guess haha. She drags me out of my introverted comfort zone.

I was kind of an anxious mess throughout in some ways though, need to really deal with my problem of fixating and obsessing over dumb things and learn how to live in the moment and have fun like my friend does but idk. therapy. someday.

BUT ANYWAY, we did a lot the first day! I saw a rakugo performance, heck yeah! I’ve seen it in video games, seen it in anime, AND NOW REAL LIFE. The guy, Someta Hayashiya, was pretty fun!

I went to a Kotono panel and autograph after that, then that night, tried out a Sailor Moon panel . It was not super fascinating and I was anxious about not having a wide toothed comb for my wig so I left early and got them. Then I went to a Class 1A “After Dark” panel, basically My Hero Academia cosplayers making a lot of raunchy jokes and having fun. Events: Kirishima proposed to Bakugo, Deku won a pressing contest against Bakugo and also swore for the first time in his life (”I WON FUCK YEAH”), cosplayer wrapped each other in TP, shenanigans.

Anyway, then we went to the thing where we watched weird clips and answered questions about them to win prizes (stuff in the vein of the He Man “what’s goin on” vid). If you answered wrong u had to do stuff like take a shot of hot sauce.

Next day! I got into my cosplay (complete with in-a-very-sorry-tangled-state wig) for the morning! And went to a maid cafe with Bethany!

It was really cute, they did a dance and everything.

I left early for the concert with Jennifer Cihi, though, which was also a lot of fun. She was very passionate about being there, gave some background about how Dic approached her (they specifically told her to sing “very young and very white” which uh. bout what I’d expect from Dic tbh). She had no idea Sailor Moon had gotten so big until a friend approached her years later, then got into going to the cons and stuff. She chose a bunch of Sailor Moon cosplayers to come on stage and dance with her, which included me because my friend pointed me out. I bought my Luna and glowstick from the Super Live, but had to drop them when we were asked to hold hands. She hugged us all but then got caught on my wig, which nearly claimed many lives the short time I wore it.

Anyway, after that was another Kotono panel, which I was surprised wasn’t as full as the concert one. But it was still lively and you can read more about it here. Her selfie with us from her twitter!

I’m the civilian Usagi with the Luna.

Then we went to the Fight Like a Girl: The Importance and Impact of the Magical Girl genre panel! It was pretty thorough, talking about the different perspectives surrounding magical girls and gender. She cited Akiko Shimada! It also talked common tropes regarding lady heroes magical girls subvert, talked about women in refrigerators and asked if anyone knew who Stephanie Brown was, at which point I yelled “I created a wiki!”. It was wild to see Steph bought up in a magical girl panel, I thought I was the only person who would ever cite her when talking about magical girls but APPARENTLY NOT.

But my favorite panel was definitely the La Soldier panel, about the Sailor Moon musicals. It was super informative- a lot of behind the scenes stuff about the early musicals and mentioning their connection to Saint Seiya of all things- told me a lot of things I didn’t know, and the guy who ran it was great! He even griped about the scandal with Mercury being replaced for the most recent SuperS musical cuz fanboys whined about her having done gravure shots (”sexism KILLS”) and was really cute talking about his crush on one of the guys who played Tuxedo Mask. AND gave PGSM a shoutout.

Unfortunately, there were two assholes throughout the panel who were talking loudly and laughing (Bethany said they were mocking the guy and the way he spoke, and they’re lucky my hearing’s so bad and I was so focused on tuning them out so I could hear the guy cuz if I’d known that I’d’ve gone off on them MUCH harsher and sooner). I turned and glared a bunch and said “hush” quietly bc I was afraid of disrupting the panel further, but it didn’t do anything, finally a Sailor Venus cosplayer told them loudly to stop and I joined in and then security kicked them out. Ugh. What losers. Why were they even there.

We couldn’t really get in late night panels bc it was so packed, so I (very badly) played a board game with Bethany and another guy at the tabletop gaming section (I was so tired I was even worse at following board game directions than usual, but fortunately they were both very patient. Then we went to a panel dedicated to ridic fanservice clips, but it was crowded and I couldn’t see subs and tbh already seen enough of all that for a lifetime, so I left a bit early.

And that was basically it! I did some kareoke on the last day and also got my GOODS: a CUTE ART of all the Ace Attorney girls (Maya, Pearl, Kay, Athena, Fran, Ema, Iris, Susato- still gotta play Great Ace Attorney to meet those last two but I’M SURE I’LL LOVE EM), an adorable fanmade Athena keychain, an OFFICAL Makoto Kino in her school uniform keychain, a small Natsume art, some cute kitty arts, some smaller, nicer plushies of Venus and Mercury so they can hang with my other small plushies (unlike the huge in-hindsight-bootleg ones I already had) annnd some stickers for the laptop I’ll have to get to replace this one- Sailor Moon, Alphys/Undyne, Frisk w/ Flowey in a flowerpot, and Garnet). I’ll maybe post pics later.

Cosplay wise, there was SO MUCH My Hero Academia and Persona 5. Art was also dominated by those two, plus Mob Psycho. (I did see SOME MP cosplay, a mob and a reigen, but i guess the characters don’t stand out enough to be super popular for that?)

Anyway it was a good con, glad I went to one for the first time in a while. Maybe next time I go to a con I’ll have my anxiety straightened out and have an even better time.

#animazement 2019 #conventions #life of a nev #sailor moon

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Alex Summers, after the most recent of 128979889...

Why don’t you write Marvel? You couldn’t possibly do any worse and I could use the laughs!

Lol, its a nice dream, but realistically I don’t think there’s any universe in which Marvel would ever let me write the X-Men.

Like, my very first story would probably have Bobby refreezing the Arctic while Storm heads up a team of elementals to combat climate change. And then a Republican senator and a Democrat senator would go on TV and make a bipartisan show of expressing their gratitude towards mutants for helping save the planet and this is the real future of humanity, this is them all building a world where they can live side by side in a mutually beneficial -

And then the broadcast would cut off because Cypher just hacked every satellite worldwide and said “all your binary codes belong to me now, resistance is futile, blah blah” before turning the camera to Sunspot who’s all decked out in his snazziest suit and dressed to the nines. Roberto yawns and flips the whole world off and says “LOL fuck you, the X-Men are done with respectability politics, we took a vote and our democratic process actually works, we don’t have a fucking electoral college. We only saved the planet because it happens to be the planet we live on, dipshits, nobody did it for you, you’re still cordially invited to go extinct. Or you can play nice and try getting along with the rest of us for a change but good luck trying to make Sentinels happen again, lmao, funding’s gonna be an issue for you pretty soon I think.”

He turns off the camera and goes back to planning his and Sam’s wedding, because look, I have my priorities, okay.

Then Mystique unleashes her new Fellowship of Evil (Same Name, But This Time Its Evil as in STFU, Its Ironic U Assholes) Mutants that she’s been recruiting from the ranks of the young and disenchanted. Overnight, the market is flooded with gold and gems transmuted from ordinary materials by mutant powers, as well as a bunch of shit ‘liberated’ from the coffers of the 1% via her Fellowship’s alliance with her son-in-law’s Thieves’ Guild. Value plummets instantly, and then technopaths join in the fun, crashing every banking system worldwide.

“Whoopsie, I broke capitalism, money’s worthless now, vive la revolution, everyone eat some fucking cake,” Raven sing-songs merrily from the chaise she’s lounging on while eating grapes. The city outside her window is burning. Meanwhile, a fiddler is playing nearby. She calls him Nero, because Aesthetic.

“Oh relax,” she rolls her eyes when Remy attempts to frown at her disapprovingly. “I had my teleporters evacuate the city before I set it on fire. I’m not a heartless monster, you know.”

“You mean you didn’t want to spend the next ten years dealing with your children yelling at you about innocent civilians and how could you,” Remy says dryly.

Mystique just shrugs and eats some more grapes. “Or that.”

Far-right dominated police forces and white supremacist militia groups attempt to forcibly establish martial law, except mostly they’re just standing around clutching their heads and trying to cope with the mother of all migraines as a gestalt of telepathic minds headed up by a Cerebro-powered octet of Jean, Emma, Betsy, Rachel, Quentin, and the Stepford Cuckoos psychically screams FAKE NEWS!!! into their brains every time their CO’s attempt to bark out new orders.

“Best school project ever,” Quire shouts. Emma smirks.

“Extra credit to the first person to psychically leak the full extent of just how extensively governments have invaded their citizens’ privacy with surveillance extremism in the name of national security.”

Jean attempts a half second of chastisement, but with them all linked this closely, there’s really no way to hide that she’s mostly just amused. Oh no, she and Emma are seeing eye to eye on something and there are witnesses and everything. The revolution was a mistake.

Atlanteans and mutant hydrokinetics team up to shove the worst oil and toxic waste and trash spills up onto the shores of every beach marked ‘privately owned’. The mile-wide ‘island’ of plastic debris that formerly sat in the middle of the Pacific is now parked off the coast of Malibu.

There’s a twenty foot demon from Limbo sitting in the Oval Office. It burps. Illyana beams and boops its nose. “Good boy.” It wags its tail and breaks the Oval Office.

Kitty and Kurt direct teams of similarly powered mutants in raiding the top secret R&D facilities of major pharmaceutical companies for all their research on diseases that never made it to mass production because they decided those treatments or cures wouldn’t be profitable in the long run because healthy people don’t need to spend a ton of money on medical care. Teams of healers are standing by to vet the viability of various research, while Hank, Cece and other mutant geniuses are already working on filling in the gaps on all the projects that were shutdown and Forge, Madison Jeffries and tech-based geniuses are converting existing infrastructure into the necessary machinery to take over mass production of these drugs, prosthetics, and sweatshop labor in general.

Speedsters and teleporters are redistributing food and stocking up the millions of properties worldwide that have just been sitting there empty for god knows how long, useless. Colossus is standing in the smashed remains of a mansion with his arms crossed sternly while a man who is definitely not meant to resemble the CEOs of either Tesla or Amazon or look like some kind of Musky Bozo hybrid cowers on the floor.

“You are a very stupid man,” Colossus says. “Why are you wasting billions funding research into space travel when there are aliens with a strong grasp of the technology in the ships that brought them here on every superhero team on Earth? You could have easily provided the Earth with working and widely accessible space travel by now if you weren’t so miserly.”

“Yeah,” Juggernaut says behind him, scratching his head. “Aliens have been coming and going from this planet for like fifty years. There are tons of fancy spaceships anyone could’ve just reverse engineered and mass produced by now. How come nobody’s ever done that and we’re all just acting like space travel is some far-off dream when everyone we know’s been to space like at least ten times?”

“Stupid people,” Colossus rumbles again. Musky Bozo wets himself and Piotr sighs and shakes his head. He didn’t even touch him.

Cyclops and Wolverine and their teams of bruisers are already done with the ICE facilities and have progressed to busting open prisons and liberating all nonviolent offenders. They inform everyone else that they can appeal to a panel of telepaths to read their minds and see for themselves that they’re innocent.

“Guilt determined by mind-reading?” Someone asks. “Lots of potential for sketchiness there.”

“Absolutely,” Scott says. “Which is why laws about boundaries and oversight have to be established. For now, its a volunteer basis only. Nobody has to get their mind read, but its an option available in the meanwhile as we sort out a better system for determining who’s been imprisoned for crimes of premeditated malice and abuse and who’s just been railroaded by an unjust and biased system.”

“So this is your new utopia, huh?” Sneers the prison warden, from the floor where he’s on his ass with a busted face because, idk, Reasons.

Scott just shakes his head. “No. It’s merely a start.”

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, but if its broke and you wanna fix it, you gotta start somewhere,” Logan says gruffly. “Shit was broke. This is ‘starting somewhere.’”

He and Scott share a very Passionate look of camaraderie. Rogue sighs loudly.

“Just fuck already, jfc.”

Logan grunts. He already offered, but apparently all Personal Business must wait until after the Revolution was over, because a Scott Summers who put himself first was very clearly an impostor, so its not like Logan could even fucking get mad considering Scott putting in a pin in sucking each other’s faces after their We Were Both Dead But Now We’re Not and Also What the Fuck Was Up With Us For the Five Whole Years Before That reunion was what confirmed that it was definitely the Real Scott’s tongue in his mouth.

“Alright, let’s move it people,” Logan barks, clapping his hands. “There’s three more joints to hit before sundown. We got a timetable here.”

Jubilee squints at him suspiciously. “Since when are you efficient?”

“Mind your own fucking business.”

At no point does anyone suggest they erase the most sacred sites of all the world’s major religions and call them all fake or randomly resurrect a bunch of dinosaurs and release them on unsuspecting and innocent populations, because those are terrible ideas and make no sense and just because they’re stinkin’ commies now doesn’t mean they’re fucking morons.

Also, nobody grows a ridiculous beard or stops using shampoo or starts wearing flip flops or robes, because apparently those are not actually essential components of being a stinkin’ commie or even just a garden variety peace-aspiring socialist. They checked. Extensively. It was almost a dealbreaker. Emma, Monet and Roberto all threatened to side with the Capitalist Pigs if that was not thoroughly clarified before proceeding any further.

Thus ends my first issue. I email Marvel the script. They email it back, almost entirely redacted in red, with the note “This isn’t quite what we were looking for. Do you have anything about a new cure for mutants, maybe?”

I email them back: LOL NO. MAGNETO WAS RIGHT.

I am promptly fired.

I go back to ranting about how Marvel sucks on the internet.

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landofsomethingsomething · 7 years ago

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ooo how about john trying to pull a prank on roxy but she either catches him in the act or pranks him back since shes been bffsies with jane for years and nothing surprises her anymore

Roxy woke to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. Half awake and grumbling to herself, she flipped over onto her back, reached blindly out with one arm, and flopped her hand around like a dying fish until it connected with something hard and square and probably her phone. Somewhere nearby her on the bed, an indignant cat meowed a rebuke, and there was a distinct thud as the jostled animal fled. Roxy called out an apology to the affronted cat and simultaneously unlocked her phone with a quick swipe, held it up before her squinting eyes, and frowned.

One notification, from John. A simple text containing one ominous emoji: 🎭.

So. It was gonna be that kind of day, then.

She didn’t bother to reply, but she did open it up so it’d mark as read on his end. Stew in that one for awhile, Egbert. She tossed her phone beside her on the bed, sat up, and stretched. Let’s do this, she thought, grinning. Another cat peered in from the bedroom door, green eyes blinking slowly. Roxy blinked slowly back.

Phase one was easy; bedroom to bathroom. She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the bed – and hopped lightly over the waiting tub of sopor slime plunked down on the floor, right where she’d normally be standing. No sweat. She took three steps toward the bathroom, ducked without even bothering to look, and easily cleared a roll of transparent plastic wrap fastened expertly between her vanity mirror and an old wizard clock taller than she was. Her favorite slippers (cats, of course) were discarded on the bathroom floor, kicked off before bed last night, and she bent and picked them up and carefully shook them out one by one.

Nothing. She frowned, quirking an eyebrow. Bullshit.

She felt around the plush soles, and – “Hah!” A telltale square chip, slid into the padding. She fished it out with a finger, shaking her head. “Got you,” she muttered, peering curiously at it. She pressed it between her fingers just to see what it would do.

The answer, apparently, was emit a pressure-trigged garbled tinny mishmash of meowing sounds through a miniscule speaker. Perfect. Laughing, she pocketed the device and continued to the toilet. Seat down. Suspicious. Behind her, a cat pranced into the room, eagerly anticipating its early morning toilet scritches.

She went to one knee. With one hand, she gave the confused kitty the scritches it had come for, and with the other, she lifted the toilet seat, cringing back – but nothing happened. She examined every inch of the porcelain throne and found absolutely nothing, and in fact, was about to just go ahead and do her damn business already, when she thought to check the fucking toilet paper.

Tinfoil. Not a tinfoil covered roll of toilet paper, oh no. Just a goddamn toilet paper shaped roll of tinfoil. She snorted. Went to the cabinet to pull a fresh one out. Found six more tinfoil toilet papers. Muttered a few choice oaths under her breath.

Whatever. Who didn’t piss in the shower every once in awhile? He’d love hearing all about it, next time he was over in the morning. She pulled the tinfoil roll still up by the toilet out a bit and crinkled it, and Mr. Morning Bathroom Scritches happily took the bait, pawing at it.

To the shower. She saw the device on the head plainly – he didn’t even try to hide it. Curious, she turned the water on just to see what would happen.

Pink water shot out. Food dye? Probably. The little bastard had probably filled her hair shit with it, too. It was almost tempting to just use it – who had a problem with pink hair? But the truth was, she didn’t trust John’s choice of dye material. Besides, this shit was meant to turn all of her pink, obviously, not just the hair.

– Actually, she was kind of tempted to just let that happen, too.

Maybe later.

She disabled the food coloring (or whatever) device and took a quick shower – and a long piss – and remembered at the last second to check the towels before yanking one off the rack.

She lifted the edge of one, gingerly.

It stained her fingertips pink.

She laughed.

The towel itself was already pink, of course, that was its natural state… all the easier to hide whatever the fuck this pink powder was all over it. And they were all like that, of course. Naturally.

She stood in front of the mirror and resolved to air dry. It wasn’t that cold, anyway. Nothing in the hairbrush, but the blow dryer had what looked like the dessicated remains of a feather duster shoved up the barrel, so she set that down for another day. She’d make his enterprising ass pick them all out, later. Only fair.

Back out and back under the wall of cellophane, and off to face the wardrobe.

As it turned out, all her clothes were gone. Except her favorite dress. Which also happened to be his favorite dress. Which was a damn good dress, for like, a date. Not that it was horribly indecent – John wasn’t that kind of guy, which was usually charming – it was just, you know. Sequins. Ruffles. Showy.

“I guess,” she said, pulling it off the hanger, “In Egbert land, prank day counts as a special occasion.”

Another cat wound itself around her ankles, purring agreement.

By the time she retrieved her phone, she had three more messages. Two were from John – the same emoji as before, but in greater numbers – and the third was Jane. Roxy opened that one eagerly.

GG: Miss Roxy. GG: Might I inquire why, on this lovely spring morning, all of the clothing in my closet has been joined by what I can only describe as the most Roxy-like attire I have ever seen? TG: i would invite uTG: on this lovely spring morningTG: to ask ur fuckin son about that cause i guarantee you at this point he knows more than me GG: Oh my. GG: Prank day? TG: he was gonna turn me pink janeTG: pink from head to toeTG: pink dye pink powder and also he put a meow speaker in my meowcat slippersTG: might keep that one tbhTG: its p cuteGG: I gather from your phrasing that his dastardly efforts have been thus far unsuccessful. TG: hmmTG: actually not sure if i can trust you on thisGG: Roxy! TG: prank day is kind of an egbert AND crocker thing and u know thisGG: I cannot believe you would accuse me, your best friend, of collaborating with John to turn you pink. TG: the clothes ARE in your wardrobe apparentlyGG: And if I was in on this, why would I tell you so? TG: fuckTG: uhhhTG: idk but im sure theres a reasonTG: plots within plotsTG: wheels within wheelsTG: cats within catsTG: sec i gotta scritch a cat right fuckin nowGG: Of course. GG: Well. Since I am apparently suspect, I shall leave you to face your trials in peace. Please pick up these clothes in at least a halfway timely fashion, if you please. Closet space is an asset to be cherished, thank you very much. TG: pfft TG: u got like 15 closets all to yourself dont give me thatGG: Even so. TG: alright okayTG: if i survive this ill be by later maybeTG: maybe tomorrowTG: depends ;)GG: Not another word. GG: Tomorrow will be fine. Thank you. GG: And remember what I taught you. TG: he aint got me yetGG: Good.

She pocketed her phone, checked her shoes five times for hidden gimmicks, found nothing, and sidestepped three buckets of glitter assembled above three separate doorways on her way out. He’d be cleaning all that up later, too, along with any cats who happened to inadvertently roll around in the glitter piles.

… After she took pictures.

The front door seemed strangely bereft of mischievous devices, and having found nothing, it was with some trepidation that she turned the knob and pushed the door open, squinting out into the daylight.

A series of loud pops and flashes nearly blinded her, as apparently an entire newsroom’s worth of photographers got to work snapping pictures. She recovered herself quickly – of course she did – and turned the arm she’d thrown up over her eyes into a dramatic wave, instead, swaying her hips as she descended the steps. The effect, she thought, was only magnified by the entourage of bounding cats spilling out around her.

“Are you serious!” John’s voice in the crowd, and then John himself, hovering up above it, arms crossed. “Not a single one?”

She waved her phone at him. “Not a one, and Janey’s already spilled the beans on where the clothes are, so you don’t even get to lord that one over me this time around.”

The cameras weren’t stopping – probably because the two of them were famous gods and the tabloids fuckin’ loved them, but whatever. She leapt up into the air and lunged after John, who made a not very sincere attempt to lunge away, only to be yanked back by Roxy’s fist bunched up in the back of his shirt. She spun him around in the air, laughing.

“What’s with all the pink, anyhow?” She elbowed him, and he caught her arm, trapping it in his. “First Jake with the blue, now you with the pink, is this kinda fetish a genetic thing I should know about?”

He wrinkled his nose – it was fucking adorable, actually – and stuck his tongue out at her. “It’s not like that,” he insisted. He was lifting her higher, high enough that the sound of the cameras was fading off into nothing. The boy did love to fly. She followed him up, smirking. “I was trying to pick something obnoxious, that you would hate, but also that you would secretly kind of like.”

“Pink kinda is my color,” she conceded.

“Exactly!”

“I liked the slippers.” She slipped the chip out of her pocket, holding it up. John laughed.

“Dirk made that just for you,” he said. “He said you’d find it, though. Guess he was right.”

She pressed the panel down and the tiny speaker erupted in heavily compressed meow-sounds, mingling with the wind. They were far, far up, now, with damp little wispy cloud trails swirling around them. “Hells of cute,” she said, waving it under his nose. He laughed and slipped an arm around her and shot up through the clouds, pulling her with him. It should have been cold up here, especially in the damn dress she was wearing, but godhood came with a number of pretty good perks.

“Tell you what,” she said, grinning, and he looked back at her curiously, eyebrows shooting up. “One day I’m gonna get you so good, you never try any of this prank day shit on me again.”

He scoffed at her. “Yeah right. That’s what they all say.”

She stopped cold in the air, and he drifted to a stop a few seconds later, looking down at her, hands on his hips. Curls of cloud stuff danced between them. Roxy grinned devlishly at him, darted forward, and –

“Hey!” John gasped, as she shot past and grabbed his legs, turning him over in the air. He reached up to grab her, missed, and she worked his shoes off with ease. “Knock it off!” He kicked at her, socked feet far too slow to actually connect, and she laughed a wild laugh and shoved him forward, somersaulting him in the air. “This is not a prank!” he insisted, righting himself and huffing at her, cheeks red. “It doesn’t count! Give me back those shoes.”

“Not a chance,” she said, sweetly, dropping them. He gasped, and predicably, he dove for them. Simultaneously, Roxy dove for him.

She caught him by the waistband as he went darting by, and momentum did the rest. He made an absolutely hilarious yelping sound, gave up on catching his shoes, and spun upward to witness her hovering above him, waving his pants in one hand like a flag.

“Roxy!” He shouted, flushing crimson. “Give those back, come on! This is not how pranking works!”

“Says you,” Roxy said, blowing him a kiss. “See you later! And remember: I love you very much.”

“Roxy, wait –”

He shot for her, but she was already gone, pants in hand, in a rush of wind and void. She laughed uproariously as the blue and white folded around her and changed abruptly to starry black.

Sucker.

#roxy lalonde #john egbert #jane crocker #roxygen #johnroxy #text #asks #op #Anonymous #ficlet

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[image id: an eleven panel black-and-white comic of para-medic and big boss. in the first panel, para-medic is scribbling something on a page and saying: "hey snake". in the second panel, she lifts up the page and says "check this out". the drawing on the page is the emoticon UWU. snake, not pictured in the panel, replies "hrngh, letters". in the next panel, para-medic, pointing to the page explains: "well, yes, but also it's a cute face, see. the u's are the closed eyes, and the w is a kitty mouth. do you see it?" the next panel is of snake from the back, putting his finger up to his mouth and thinking. para-medic is pictured on the opposite end of the table in a simplified chibi style, still holding the page awkwardly, and there is a thought bubble saying "does he not see it omg" coming from her. the following three panels are of snake grabbing a pencil and sketching something on a page. the next panel is of him looking down and saying "okay" the next panel has him lifting up another page, on which is pictured an altered version of the UWU emoji X W U. snake says "this one is me. one eye". in the next panel para-medic is holding the page looking endeared, and there is a thought bubble with a keysmash. the final bubble has her snorting from laughter and saying "im gonna have major hang this on the break room fridge". snake replies "hrnghh, the fridge". the comic ends here. end id]

kaz invents doritos paramedic invents the uwu

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austinpanda · 6 years ago

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Dad Letter, 22 Sept. 2019

22 September 2019

Dear Dad--

Last email before I move! Rest assured, every waking moment I am screaming internally with either excitement or terror. Yesterday I saw my old college friend Jason for the first time in several years, probably for the last time in several years too. Saw Stacy the day before that. Everyone assures Zach and me that we’re doing something good, and brave, and scary, and wonderful. Sometimes it feels like self-determination; other times it just feels like fleeing.

Between visits from friendlies, Zach and I are working our asses off. I just finished cleaning the oven. That took two passes with oven cleaner and paper towels and elbow grease, but it looks so sparkling clean now. It actually makes a “ting” sound whenever you look at it. Then, feeling an "oven" vibe, I cleaned out the microwave. (The microwave belongs to the apartment, not to us.) I don’t know how I didn’t know this already, but my microwave looked like a footlong chili dog had exploded inside it, coating the walls with dark red stalactites. Both ovens were disgusting! Both are clean enough to move out now.

I would say we’re 75% done packing and cleaning, and I only feel about 60% like barfing right now, which is good. A combination of small errands, lists, thinking, over-thinking, and fretting has helped us keep on top of everything. My cat still doesn’t like being in the car, so he’s just going to hate the drive and deal with it. I don’t care to give him kitty downers to help him through. I don’t get drugs to help me drive, so kitty doesn’t either. He can just learn to nap through his terror. I’ll simply have to rely on the kitty’s incapacity to remember his anguish to aid his post-trip recovery. :)

I hope things are improving for you and Elaine! Understanding that I may be biased, I’d recommend medicinal marijuana for what ails her! And you, and the President, and most everyone in this country. Perhaps it won’t be long before it’s decriminalized nationally and you can start receiving it in the form of pot-infused cookies through the mail. I know there’s at least a few places in the USA where you can have your weed delivered. Anyway, if she needs a non-opioid to help with pain, or something to help relaxation or sleep, she may find some solace with it. Also she may get high and want to watch stupid movies, and eat cereal out of the box, all benefits too valuable to be second-guessed.

Seeing my friend Jason yesterday was interesting. Like me, he’s now a 50+ year old white guy with type II diabetes. (We’re both thinking it was the nonstop river of sweet, carbonated sodas we consumed as adults, for me, Coke. For him, Mountain Dew.) He’s so disgusted with the state of the planet ecologically, and the state of the world politically, and in particular the state of the USA politically, and its health care system. This, I suppose, is why I always gravitated towards him. We’re in agreement about most of what we observe in the world. Fascism is bad. Compassion and empathy are good. Crazy, controversial stuff like that. We found out some stuff we didn’t know about each other. For example, we both, from time to time, play a (now very old) video game called Diablo 2. It’s so great that neither of us has ever been able to give it up entirely. And we discovered that neither one of us had ever solved the game. That’s really unusual, for something we’ve played so much, but it’s true of both of us.

So Jason came yesterday morning, and Jason left yesterday afternoon. Zach and I did some packing and some desultory house-hunting. Mobile homes are starting to look better and better.

I’d say there’s now a good chance we may end up in a mobile home. I’m not crazy about this, on its face, but there are a few things about mobile homes that make them attractive: they suck, so they’re inexpensive, because no one wants to spend too much time inside one. (Granted, mobile homes can be large and downright opulent, just not the ones available for rent in Bangor.) Also, they tend to have more than one bedroom. We want to have a guest bedroom so folks can visit! Mobile homes also tend to be pet-friendly, and to have washer and dryer connections, almost like they expect you to be a grownup with a pet, and clothes that need cleaning, unlike most of the apartments here.

There’s one mobile home that’s been available for rent the whole time Zach and I have been house hunting. It’s a relatively small two-bedroom, but it’s a two-bedroom, it’s pet friendly, and it has washer and dryer connections. The inside has been gutted and re-done (new insulation, walls, ceiling, etc...which I didn’t know you could do in a mobile home) and it’s still unpleasant to look at from the inside. The main walls in the living room are wood panelling on the bottom half, and wood shingles on the top half, because...who doesn’t want shingles in their living room? I suppose that was someone’s bold design choice, except (a) the fuck? Why? And, (b) How do I hang pictures from that shit?

But, and this is the important part, that mobile home would be big enough (and, technically, nice enough) for me and Zach and Samuel L. Jackson, Cat, and the rent has just gone down to $620 per month. We pay $1050 for a one-bedroom now. Our rent would drop 40%. With our savings, we could easily pay six months in advance. With only a bit of discomfort, we could pay for a year. Then the only downside would be that we live in a trailer that looks like shit, and someone has put the word “SHE” on the outside. It’s in lot number 47, so the outside of the trailer says “47” with “SHE” right under it. So if we do decide that this trailer is to be our new home in Bangor, one of us is going to have to go outside and remove the “S” somehow. It would be in keeping with the aesthetics of the place if we X-ed out the “S” with a thick black marker. And that’s how the delivery people will find us. “It’s trailer 47, the one that used to say “SHE” but now says “HE.”

Wednesday at 2:00 p.m., the U-Haul pods show up, along with movers to load them. We’ll stay there Wednesday night and all of Thursday, doing final errands and cleanup. Next Friday morning we’ll start driving for our first destination, Nashville. I predict everything will work out just fine. :)

Love to you both! Next email will be from Maine!

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