#rest in pieces Grayson Johnson

[chryseiswriting-blog]

MEANWHILE IN THE FOXES GAME ROOM:

Wymack: Another Raven is dead.

Kevin: Who?

Wymack: Grayson Johnson.

Nicky: How?

Wymack: Toaster in the bathtub.

Neil: Huh.

Wymack: The fuck you mean huh.

Neil: I didn’t pay for the soap and spark package. They must have given me an upgrade.

Dan, Matt, Kevin, Nicky: WHAT

Neil: what?

Wymack: For fuck sake, how many times do I have to say it? Next person to confess to murder in the game room will be running triathlons until the day they die.

[mollypondfromwritingspace]

Story 1 (incomplete)

"Mo! Come on, you're gonna be late for school!" Drake Murphy yelled up the stairs, crossing his arms impatiently. "Be there in a second!" Mo attempted to put on her left shoe, stuff the last few papers in her backpack, and finish eating her toast all at the same time, nearly falling down the stairs in the process. She recovered quickly, and, finally pulling on her shoe, rushed down the stairs, toast in mouth, papers stuffed into the backpack. Drake sighed, and he and Mo finally got into the station wagon. As he started the car, he sighed again. "You know, stuffing your papers into your bag like that wrinkles them up and makes the teacher think you don't care." Ignoring Mo's muttered "yeah, you've only told me a million times. " , he continued. "Anyway, what happened to those folders I gave you?" Mo opened her backpack, searching. "They're in here somewhere…" Drake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mo, I gave you those for a reason." "I know, I know…" In the backseat, Mo's sister Grayson sighed. "Oh great, another lecture from Dad about impressing your teachers." Drake turned to give Gray a Look™, narrowly avoiding a pedestrian. " Listen, impressing your teachers is important." As the girls groaned and facepalmed in unison, Drake continued "You girls both need to be thinking of the future," he paused to poke Mo, who raised an eyebrow. ", especially you. Listen, when I was your age…" And Drake lectured them about impressing teachers etc. etc., the whole way to the school, both sisters sighing and thinking "why me?"

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Later, like 3rd period or something IDK

"So, the next thing I knew, Dickie was nearly beating down the door to my English class, asking if I was okay!" Marigold Wallace laughed as she sat down next to Mo Murphy, shaking her head. Mo could only shoot her a confused look, as Julia Douglas sat on the other side of her, shaking her head. "Dude, that's so controlling." Mari frowned. "No, it's not! Dickie's just trying to look after me, you know?" "Yeah, but is that his job?" Jules popped a piece of gum in her mouth, snapping it. Mari glared at her, nearly jumping out of her chair. "YEAH-" Mo put up a hand, "Hey, whoa, what the heck are y'all talking about?" She turned to Mari. "Are you okay?" Mari rolled her eyes and straightened her glasses. "Yeah, I'm fine. Dickie called me while I was in the bathroom during yesterday's English class and heard Brittany bawling over some guy again. He thought it was me, and nearly gave Mrs. Johnson a heart attack banging on the door!" Mo looked incredulous. "So what did you say??" Mari snickered. " Of course, I told him it was all some boy's fault!" They all laughed at that that, Mo saying, "Are you serious?" Mari laughed even harder. "No! I told him it was Brittany, but he didn't believe me!" But by that point, they had all lost it and giggled the rest of the way through Ms. Thompson's boring lecture on mathematical formulas. Every time they would settle down, one of them would pretend to bang on a desk or something, and they would giggle again.

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5th or 6th period, afternoon, after lunch Dickie, Mo, and Mari all have the same science class, advanced biology. Dickie got there early, as he always does. Mo and Mari came in right before the bell rang, as they always do, and sat on either side of Dickie. Dickie sighed at them pointedly, in a way that clearly said, "Why are you like this?" Mo snickered at that. "Dude, you sound like my dad" Mari ignored both of them and pulled out her notebook. "Hey Dickie, you have your license with you, right?" Dickie raised an eyebrow. "Mare, I drove you here." "I know" She pulled out another paper from her bag, and Dickie sighed " What happened to those folders you have?" Mari held up folders with more papers in them. "Right here. Anyway, can you pleeease drive us to the Tasty Freeze after school?" She batted her eyelashes, as if her brother would actually think that they were innocently asking. Mo did too, figuring it was worth a try. Dickie immediately saw through them both. "No. Besides, maybe I have other things to do after school, like a date or something. " Both girls looked at him in shock. Mari blinked. "You have a date?!?" Dickie sighed once more. "Well, no, but I could have one!" Mo snorted, and Dickie glared at her. Mari pouted. "Oh, c'mon Dickie!" Dickie sighed. "Don't you have homework to do or something?" Mari smiled. "Nope, I did it during study hall!" Dickie raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then what's that?" He pointed to a loose paper that clearly said "Algebra Homework 9/21" Mari shoved the paper in her backpack, and Dickie winced slightly. "Look, life's not always about homework and studying you know!" She exclaimed in annoyance. Dickie sighed. "I know that!" Mari stared at him hard. "Do you? It seems like all you ever do these days is study or lecture me about studying." She slammed her binder on the desk, startling a nearby student. Mo looked on awkwardly, wondering if she could coerce Dew's dad into driving them instead. Dickie glared at his sister. "Look, Mari, you've gotta think of your future. If you want to get into a good college-" Mari cut him off angrily. "Dickie. I am a sophomore. I have two more years to worry about college, if I even go." Mo raised her eyebrows. Not going to college? Is that even an option? Dickie opened his mouth to retort, but Mrs. Tamarson walked in the classroom at that moment, and started the class.

Mo kept wondering, however. Did she have to go to college? Did she even want to? She wasn't sure about it.

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After school Mo, Hector, Dew and Lou had had a tradition for the past two years; every Thursday evening, as soon as they can escape their respective households, they meet in their semi-secret clubhouse in the empty yard between their houses. That's where they were now, and Mo was still wondering.

[veesunderthetree]

ENG "Damn! Damn this filthy land full of oversized monsters! Shit, shit, shit!" “Oh, what the heck…” This time, Bly was sure he wasn't the target of Grayson's words. Half dazed by sleep he looked around, stretching out on the seats of the carriage. Outside there was Johnson, sitting in the driver's seat, purring amiably with his hat down and his hand on the trigger of one of the many Colts he carried in his belt. He raised his head, pressing his cheek against the window, hoping to see the other vehicle: his hot, humid breath blurred the image of a small door opening. The whole convoy seemed to shake slightly when, with a loud yawn, he tried to understand why he saw an arm reaching out from the space between the floor and where the wheels hit the ground. An arm banging vigorously on the carriage and a gun barrel. “For the love of the Gods…” “Whenever in my life did I choose to stop being a soldier and start following this shit, damn it! S-shit!” And off another series of not very nice insults that rumbled penetrating the windows even on his side. Bly put a hand to his temple with a sigh, put on his leather jacket and shook his head desolately. He opened the carriage door and with very little desire got out, wobbling for a moment on his legs due to how sleepy he was. “What is it, what is happening?” That was Feli who was leaning out of the other carriage, also with deep sleepy dark circles. “She looked at Me and tried to roll over! Why do heads always move?!" “Grayson, could you get out of there at least?” "Fuck!" Even Hubert, who had come down from the other driver's seat, was observing with a dubious look the barrel of the gun shaking under the vehicle. They looked at each other for a second, both eyebrows raised. "Maybe it's better if we go and check..." "Well done Hubert! That's how it is done! You go while I monitor the situation from here!” "I don't speak English, but in my language this is called *passing the bucket*” the big man answered back. Bly looked at him, shrugging. "I think we just have to go." Hubert readied his sword by pulling it from its scabbard with a nod of assent. They lined up, starting to search the area in the direction of the severed head that Franco had erected in front of the house they had devastated, as a warning to possible other werewolves that might have entered the city. Arrived at the point, they actually noticed with astonishment that someone was already there: Franco and Raven, who had removed the head, who was standing with his hand outstretched holding it by the hair while this seemed to give tugs to push its owner towards a certain direction. And then the bodies. The bodies of the two farmers, battered and freshly dug up, still soiled with blood and earth that were literally rolling to pieces by some invisible force, towards the same point of the head. Bly felt terribly cold seeing that scene, stopped and widened her eyes, but didn't dare say anything. Hubert, endowed with more cold blood, instead approached a human trunk separated from the rest. With two slashing strokes he severed his arms or what was left of them, but when they hit the ground, they retreated back to him. Muscles and tendons regenerated making the limbs return to the body they belonged to, a body that continued to flee by rolling leaving the big man stunned. "But I..." Hubert looked first at the blade in his hand, then at the untouched trunk. “I was sure I hit him.” After taking a few more steps forward to reach his goal, Hubert again raised the blade in the air ready to strike. It was at that moment that Bly managed to react: the wheels suddenly unlocked, making him sense something. “Wait Hub!” The man's weapon arm stopped in midair. The corpse slid away again, silent. "What's up?" "I think I have understand. They're all going in the same direction, it's like they're drawn to something. Maybe we should try to follow them?” “Okay, but now I'm going to call Grayson. I'll get the old man out of the trench." Meanwhile Raven decided to follow the lead, with Franco behind him ready for action who didn't quite understand the forces at work either. It didn't take long for Hubert's force of coercion to prevail, and finally Grayson - feigning security - returned among them. Together they followed the animated pieces forward into the country, until they saw that they were gathering around what looked like a small corpse, similar to that of a child. “They didn't have a daughter?” Franco nodded yes as they watched the bones recompose and the anatomies re-establish themselves with terrible snaps and rustlings. “Could they come back as undead?” Grayson asked him. The doctor crossed his arms, bringing a hand to his chin and thinking. Whether it was... “It looks to me like they're having a… family reunion.” “You mean like in the legends of your ancestors?” Bly frowned and nodded. “I don't know if this village, like so many others, was founded on some hunting or sacred ground - or starting from some pre-existing settlement... but something suggests to me that this place is special. Look at them." Finally the bodies rested intact and no longer moved by strange impulses. “To reach the afterlife, whatever it is, in indigenous cultures one must die and be buried with all the pieces of one's body. They're probably ready to pass now." Raven, Franco and Hubert tried to detach some pieces and saw them animate again, but every time they put them close enough to the dead, they went to reabsorb. They tried to validate his theory and, having ascertained that the corpses would not get up again, a movement of sensitivity moved Grayson, who took the alcohol from his flask to start soaking the clothes of those who were lying. “We'll give them a proper burial, then,” he said, lighting a match. An arc movement in the air and the small stick ignited the impregnated fabric, giving life to a devouring flame. ITA “Dannazione! Dannazione a questa lurida terra piena di mostri oversize! Merda, merda, merda!” “Oh, che diamine...” Stavolta Bly era sicuro di non essere il bersaglio delle parole di Grayson. Mezzo rimbambito dal sonno si guardò attorno, steso sui sedili della carrozza. Fuori c’era Johnson, seduto sui posti del guidatore, che ronfaba amabilmente col cappello abbassato e la mano sul grilletto di una delle tante Colt che teneva nel cinturone. Alzò la testa spiaccicando una guancia contro il finestrino, nella speranza di vedere l’altro veicolo: il suo respiro caldo ed umido appannò l’immagine di una porticina che si apriva. L’intero convoglio sembrava tremare leggermente e quando, con un sonoro sbadiglio, cercò di capire perchè vide un braccio allungarsi dallo spazio tra il fondo e dove le ruote toccavano terra. Un braccio che bussava vigorosamente sulla carrozza ed una canna di fucile. “Per l’amor degli Dei...” “Quando mai nella vita ho scelto di smettere di fare il soldato ed iniziare a seguire questa merda, porco cazzo! M-merda!” E via un’altra sequela di insulti poco carini che rimbombavano penetrando i finestrini persino dalla sua parte. Bly si portò una mano alla tempia con un sospiro, indossò la giacca in pelle e scosse la testa con fare desolato. Aprì la porticina della carrozza e con ben poca voglia scese, vacillando un attimo sulle gambe per com’era assonnato. “Che c’è, che succede?” Quella era Feli che si stava sporgendo dall’altra carrozza, anche lei con delle profonde occhiaie da poco sonno. “Mi ha guardato ed ha cercato di rotolare giù! Perchè sempre a me le teste che si muovono?!” “Grayson, potresti uscire da lì sotto almeno?” “Col cazzo!” Perfino Hubert, sceso dall’altro posto guida stava osservando con sguardo dubbioso la canna del fucile che tremava sotto il veicolo. Si guardarono per un secondo, entrambi con un sopracciglio alzato. “Forse è meglio se andiamo a controllare...” “Bravo Hubert! Così si fa! Tu vai mentre io tengo sotto controllo la situazione da qui!” “Io non conosco l’inglese, ma questo nella mia lingua si chiama *scaricabarile*” gli rispose indietro l’omone. Bly lo guardò, facendo spallucce. “Mi sa che non ci resta che andare.” Hubert preparò la spada sfilandola dal fodero con un cenno di assenso. Si misero in fila, iniziando a perlustrare l’area in direzione della testa mozzata che Franco aveva eretto davanti alla casa che avevano devastato, come monito verso i possibili altri licantropi che sarebbero potuti entrare in città. Arrivati al punto, effettivamente notarono con stupore che già c’era qualcuno: Franco e Raven, il quale aveva prelevato la testa, che se ne stava con la mano protratta tenendola per i capelli mentre questa sembrava dare degli strattoni per spingere il suo possessore verso una determinata direzione. E poi i corpi. I corpi dei due contadini, malconci e appena dissotterrati, ancora sporchi di sangue e terra che stavano letteralmente rotolando a pezzi per via di una qualche invisibile forza, verso lo stesso punto della testa. Bly sentì un terribile freddo nel vedere quella scena, si fermò e spalancò gli occhi, ma non osò dire nulla. Hubert, dotato di più sangue freddo, si avvicinò invece ad un tronco umano separato dal resto. Con due fendenti gli tranciò di netto le braccia o quello che ne rimaneva, ma quando queste toccarono terra, si ritirarono di nuovo su. Muscoli e tendini si rigenerarono facendo tornare gli arti al corpo di appartenenza, corpo che continuò a fuggire rotolando lasciando l’omone di stucco. “Ma io...” Hubert guardò prima la lama nella propria mano, poi il tronco intonso. “Ero sicuro di averlo colpito.” Dopo aver fatto qualche altro passo in avanti per raggiungere l’obbiettivo, Hubert alzò di nuovo la lama per aria pronto a colpire. Fu in quel momento che Bly riuscì a reagire: le rotelle gli si sbloccarono di colpo, facendogli intuire qualcosa. “Aspetta Hub!” Il braccio armato dell’uomo si fermò a mezz’aria. Il cadavere scivolò di nuovo via, silenzioso e muto. “Che c’è?” “Credo di aver capito. Stanno andando tutti nella stessa direzione, è come se fossero attirati da qualcosa. Forse dovremmo provare a seguirli?” “Ok, ma adesso vado a chiamare Grayson. Faccio smuovere il vecchio dalla trincea.” Raven intanto si decise a seguire la testa, con Franco dietro pronto all’azione che non capiva bene nemmeno lui le forze all’opera. Non ci volle molto perchè la forza di coercizione di Hubert prevalesse, e finalmente Grayson - fingendo sicurezza - tornò tra di loro. Insieme seguirono i pezzi animati inoltrandosi nel paese, fino a quando non videro che si stavano radunando attorno a quello che sembrava un cadavere di piccole dimensioni, simili a quelle di un bambino. “Loro non avevano una figlia?” Franco fece di sì con la testa, mentre osservavano le ossa ricomporsi e le anatomie ristabilirsi con terribili schiocchi e fruscii. “Potrebbero tornare come non morti?” gli chiese Grayson. Il dottore incrociò le braccia, portando una mano al mento e pensando. Che fosse... “A me sembra che stiano facendo una... riunione di famiglia.“ “Intendi dire come nelle leggende dei tuoi antenati?” Bly corrugò la fronte ed annuì. “Non so se questo villaggio, come tanti altri, sia stato fondato su un qualche terreno di caccia o sacro - o a partire da qualche insediamento pre-esistente... ma qualcosa mi suggerisce che questo posto sia particolare. Guardali.” Finalmente i corpi riposavano intetti e non più smossi da strani impulsi. “Per raggiungere l’aldilà, qualsiasi esso sia, nelle culture indigene si deve morire ed essere sepolti con tutti i pezzi del proprio corpo. Probabilmente adesso sono pronti a passare.” Raven, Franco e Hubert provarono a staccare dei pezzi e li videro animarsi ancora, ma ogni volta che li riponevano abbastanza vicini ai morti, questi si andavano a riassorbire. Cercarono di convalidare la sua teoria e, constatati che i cadaveri non si sarebbero rialzati, un moto di sensibilità smosse Grayson, che prese l’alcool della sua fiaschetta per iniziare ad inzuppare le vesti di chi giaceva. “Gli daremo una degna sepoltura, allora” disse, accendendo un cerino. Un movimento ad arco nell’aria ed il piccolo legnetto infiammò il tessuto impregnato, dando la vita ad una fiamma divoratrice.

[davidmann95]

Got a handful of DC-solicit asks, so I’ll just write up my thoughts on the whole batch again.

Mister Miracle: The Source of Freedom #1: The BALLS to not only do the next Mister Miracle thing after King and Gerads, but to do it with Shilo Norman and therefore invite Seven Soldiers comparisons as well. I wouldn’t be that interested, but the preview art that came with the announcement looked fun so this is a maybe for me.

Wonder Girl #1: I got a Yara Flor ask so I’ll go more into detail with that, but this sounds...not good.

Future State: Gotham #1: Hahaha, thanks, call me in six months if the next team does something there’s a reason to give a shit about. Except...wait, Dennis Culver cowrote that E Is For Extinction Secret Wars mini, dammit this might be good. Either way though, god willing we get a Future State: Metropolis book by Dan Watters too.

Legends of the Dark Knight #1: Hopefully this going with Sensational Wonder Woman means there’s a similar Superman anthology in the cards too, but I won’t hold my breath. Darick Robertson doing Batman is enticing, but I’m not familiar with his work as a writer and the premise doesn’t sound that gripping so I’ll wait and see. That Francavilla variant though? DC, blow that up to poster size and you’d make a mint.

Milestone Returns: Infinite Edition #0: Hmm. I got love for Static, but I might wait for further announcements and/or buzz before taking the plunge on this one.

DC Festival of Heroes: The Asian Superhero Celebration #1: This is a SERIOUSLY stacked lineup, definite buy.

Stargirl Spring Break Special #1: Impeccable timing, DC. It feels like it must be some kind of statement that there are no Morrison members of the Seven Soldiers in the mix (even swapping out Ystin for the original version of Shining Knight no one cares bout) - we focus on the Moore fixation, but there’s enough tidbits that I really do feel like Johns probably flat-out hates Morrison. And what’s this ‘secret eighth soldier’ nonsense? There’ve always been eight soldiers, people have been joking about it forever!

Justice League: Last Ride #1: Discussed that announcement here.

Batman: Earth One Vol. 3: *blinks*

*blinks again*

*squints at the cover art*

...Geoff Johns are you seriously trying to step to Morrison and use the Miagani tribe? YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN PEOPLE

I Am Not Starfire: Interesting concept that seems like it pushes into indie-flavored territory as much as DC’s superhero output just about ever has, if word-of-mouth is good there’s a decent chance I’ll get this.

Action Comics #1031: Wonder if this is serious about the potential of Kryptonian refugees, given PKJ suggested the idea in Worlds of War and that could play a significant part in the New Krypton stuff from Bendis’s Legion (with Johnson being clear he’s following up on a lot of Bendis’s ideas with his own Superman run).

Superman #31: This sounds big-time like Johnson hammering Superman into a swords-and-sorcery shape for an arc since that’s his bag, but Superman’s malleable enough for that to work so I’m not complaining.

American Vampire 1976 #8: Still not getting, so.

Batman #108: Tynion’s well and truly figured out how to game the direct market’s dopiest instincts, hasn’t he? Well, as long as that’s in service of him getting to continue doing weird Batman stuff with Jorge Jimenez like introducing whatever the ‘Unsanity Collective’ is, that’s fine with me. And more Ghostmaker!

Batman: Black & White #6: Not as packed for the finale as some previous issues, but still looking good. And there’s really never gonna be a ‘last’ Scott Snyder Batman story, is there? Sure it’ll be good but that’s kind of a shame, his Detective #1027 feature really felt like a nice full circle.

Batman: The Detective #2: Guess I wasn’t the only one wondering if it was a stealth DKR prequel and they wanted to cut that notion out at the knees.

Batman/Catwoman #6: Still very down for it, but BOY that Batwoman costume Mann debuted on Twitter.

The Batman & Scooby Doo Mysteries #2: I recently finally started reading Sholly Fisch and companies’ Scooby-Doo Team-Up! recently after getting the whole run for free on ComiXology earlier this year and have fallen in love with it, so I’m totally grabbing this digitally.

Batman/Superman #18: “The Dark Knight and the Man of Steel are on a mission to stop the godlike Auteur.io from destroying the pocket worlds he’s created...but where on Earth did Auteur.io even come from? The answer starts not on Earth at all, but with an ancient cult of World Forger worshippers on a planet far away—and if our heroes are to have a prayer of stopping this mythic behemoth, they’ll need to get to the bottom of his power source, and quick! It’s a race against time as the parallel lives of entire worlds hang in the balance!”

Anonymous said: Haha is Yang really doing Superman & Batman vs. Zack Snyder and the Snyder Cult (look up “auter” if you don’t know what I mean)? That’s fucking hilarious, especially since he apparently comes from the World Forge which is where all the shitty Earths full of bad ideas are made. Pretty pointed criticism there if I’m reading it right.

I’ve seen two or three people other than this anon independently conclude this arc is about the Supermen and Batmen of the Multiverse teaming up to stop Zack Snyder from destroying them all and at this point I’m ready to ask my LCS owner if I’m allowed to pay more than cover price for this run.

Batman: Urban Legends #3: Much more into this after the Grifter and Outsiders stories in Future State.

Catwoman #31: No reason not to assume this’ll continue to be great.

Challenge of the Super Sons #2: Good for the folks who want this, and that Nick Bradshaw variant is fun.

Crime Syndicate #3: I wanna be convinced to get this book, but the interviews are not persuading me.

Detective Comics #1036: How long is Mora sticking around?!

The Dreaming: Waking Hours #10: Another one I’ve got nothing to say about because I’ve never been getting it.

The Flash #770: Actually really excited to hear about how bad this run will suck now that I know it’s by the mind behind that “Geoff Johns’ OC - do not steal - beats up the Grant Morrison DC future” catastrophe from Future State.

Green Lantern #2: Really couldn’t wait a month for Far Sector to wrap up, huh?

Harley Quinn #3: Still not interested, but that *is* a nice cover.

The Joker #3: There’s a very real possibility I’ll have dropped the book by this point if it turns out to be the illustrated editorial mandate I get the feeling it could be, but fingers crossed.

Justice League #61: Not complaining, but wow, this really is Naomi 2 since Campbell’s busy in order to provide the necessary material for the CW show.

Looney Toons #260/Mad #20: Were these grouped with the rest of the solicits before?

Man-Bat #4: Very curious how this’ll be received, given nobody much cares about Man-Bat but Wielgosz seems to be quickly becoming a favorite.

The Next Batman: Second Son #2: Hadn’t realized this was only 4 issues - guess for at least one of them it’ll be the Luke Fox book everyone expected in the first place.

Nightwing #80: Dick Grayson vs. Heartless, not how I expected the DC/Kingdom Hearts crossover to happen but I’ll take it. That variant though? ALL TIMER:

The Other History of the DC Universe #4: I was trying to figure out who the focus of #4 would be since we know #5 is about Thunder and Lightning, forgot Montoya was confirmed.

Robin #2: Wanna care, so don’t care.

Rorschach #8: I will get it and probably like it.

RWBY/Justice League #2: My thoughts here will be their own post because there’s something particularly notable, but:

Anonymous said: Have you seen the BATtleaxe from the new art for RWBY/Justice League?

Yes, anon. Yes I have.

Sensational Wonder Woman #3: Eh, premise doesn’t grab me but maybe.

Strange Adventures #10: God I love the book about how Adam Strange sucks.

Suicide Squad #3/Teen Titans Academy #3: Hahahahaha

Superman: Red and Blue #3: Fiffe and Stokoe doing Superman stories!!! And...Nick Spencer. With Christian Ward art?! Sigh, fine, hopefully it’ll be Nick Spencer doing a nice little comedy, and not having Grant Morrison Superman throwing his t-shirt away because he grew up and realized changing things is too hard. A horrible shame Pope is doing the main cover though, the allegations against him I guess never really got any attention. At least there’s this JPL variant:

The Swamp Thing #3: Swampy will never be my guy but very happy for those who dig him, because I imagine this’ll be terrific.

Truth & Justice #4: Normally I wouldn’t care at all, but what I’m hearing on Twitter about this is a crying shame - that Jeff Trammell is really talented and Red Hood is a favorite of his and this is likely to be one of Jason Todd’s few Actually Good comics, but that artist Rob Guillory is a bullying transphobic piece of shit. Sucks all around.

Wonder Woman #772: I was so excited for this run, and then Immortal Wonder Woman had to go and suck.

[donnaseekamp14-blog]

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