Sonic and Shadow were always destined to be together, but the post office screwed up the delivery and Shadow arrived months after Sonic. They are happily married now.
The Big Boys:
The first duo to go on an adventure together. They are now retired but still have many fun photos from their adventures together.
The Shameless Hogs:
Met at the local department store. They live more of a domestic life, but they go on little adventures sometimes.
The Confused Gaes:
Sonic and Shadow who recently escaped the Shatterverse are now discovering their romance. They’re a bit silly, so give them a little time. They still have cool photos though.
The Chibis:
Often seen wearing sweaters during cold days and hiding in transparent bags, these two find themselves on unwanted dates here and there, going with the flow of adventure.
The Paramount Stars:
They’re work colleagues, perhaps something more when not in front of the camera or on set, though it’s not like they’ll admit to it any time soon. They’ve got big movies ahead of them, but when they’re off duty, they’re ready to have fun.
✨Please welcome them to the blog! We’ll see you on our adventures!!✨
Biscuit and Gary Floyd pause before heading to Austin's Carnaval Brasileiro, 1981, photo possibly by Toby. Their friendship was at the heart of an alliance between the Big Boys and the Dicks—the two bands played 34 gigs together in two years. Their fearlessness opened up so many possibilities, and gave us permission to break through barriers we couldn’t even name.
Pat Blashill
Biscuit and me when he came here for my birthday…it was a wonderful time…I miss him. Many of us do.
My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"
And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."
Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden
imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.