Shaggy Dog Stories
This Blog Does Not Understand Irony Except As A Reference To A Robot's Exterior.
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Post reblogged from i aim my arrows high
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.
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Photoset reblogged from Penny-Anna
#if the entire show was about the two of them #it would have been a better show
Let’s face it, if the entire show had been about any two characters who were not Paul and Echo, it would have been a better show.
(Source: messrspadfoot)
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Post reblogged from i'm only here 'cause you stole my ♥
Can I just clear something up? Hawkeye is not just some normal guy with a bow and fancy quiver. He’s not a non-superhero. He has 100% accuracy with any projectile weapon. That is his power. He once escaped prison using fingernail clippings. Just needed to get that out of my system. Carry on.
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Post reblogged from You are awesome ^_^
I have no regrets making thisThis is relevant to my interests.
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Photo reblogged from Peppermint Monster
Thor and Tony looked lonely. So I drew them some friends. When I’ve got the colors done on this I’ll post them too.
I have strippers on the brain. Star Power, my body-positive erotic comic is nearly at its financial goal! For those who haven’t already heard, I’m doing a body-positive erotic comic told entirely in rhyme! Star Power is the story of two competing strip clubs turned upside down by the sinister Delilah Dragon and her Marvelous Surgery Wagon. THERE ARE ONLY TWO DAYS LEFT!
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Photo reblogged from Peppermint Monster
I thought the two male strippers I was drawing earlier looked kinda like Tony Stark and Thor. So I did this. Everyone around me talking about the Avengers might have been a factor, though :)
For those who haven’t already heard, I’m doing a body-positive erotic comic told entirely in rhyme! Star Power is the story of two competing strip clubs turned upside down by the sinister Delilah Dragon and her Marvelous Surgery Wagon. THERE ARE ONLY THREE DAYS LEFT, AND WE NEED BACKERS. When we reach our next benchmark everyone gets sexy mad scientist paper dolls, when we reach the end everyone gets awesome body-positive erotica! Everyone wins! -
Post reblogged from not language but a map
So here is a thing I’ve been wanting to talk about since I saw The Avengers and haven’t been able to because I was too busy writing we were emergencies: Natasha Romanov? Is terrified of the Hulk. Let me stop right here and address the comment I least want to receive in response to this statement, and, unfortunately, the comment I believe I am most likely to get:
- No she’s not, because that fear would make her less of a badass/Yes she is, and that fear makes her less of a badass/any permutation of the idea that being afraid of things somehow negates badassery:
What? No. Human beings are afraid of stuff, the end. It’s part of the human condition. People eat, sleep, breathe, shit, and fear things. Like, universally. Even Chuck Norris, wherever he may roam, has at least one thing that is his mental equivalent of something going bump in the night. Having fear is not a determinate of strength of character; how you handle that fear is. DONE.
Okay, with that out of the way, let’s first establish how we know Natasha is afraid of the Hulk. There’s the scene in the helicarrier, yeah, definitely, where she tries to keep Bruce from Hulking and then has to deal with him while Hulked; then there’s the scene afterwards, where she is visibly freaking the fuck out until she stands up and goes to beat the brainwashing out of a close friend, and yep, that’s fear, no question. But, you know what, I’m pretty sure any reasonable human not-immortal-like-Thor person would be a little bit like HOLY SHIT THAT WAS TERRIFYING AS FUCK JESUS GOD in the wake of being the target of an indestructible giant green rage monster. So, really, I think the more telling scene in her reaction when Bruce screws with her at the beginning of the movie—the degree to which her reaction is visibly, palpably one of fear is something we’ve never seen from Black Widow. And it’s not because the Hulk has showed up; it’s because there’s been the suggestion that he might. Or, to be more accurate, it’s because she’s just watched what she thought was Bruce losing control.
Because that’s what this is about, guys; that’s what it’s always about, with Natasha. Go grab yourselves some artist formerly and currently known as Prince, because this is a story about control.
- No she’s not, because that fear would make her less of a badass/Yes she is, and that fear makes her less of a badass/any permutation of the idea that being afraid of things somehow negates badassery:
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Photoset reblogged from ☆ mechanical heart
dumb sketches because I just really
like
pappies
This is my exact fic writing processes, assuming at least one of those puppies was actually a sandwich that I describe for, like, five paragraphs. But otherwise: SPOT ON.
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Photoset reblogged from GET THE SALT GUN
Goth opera. Blood saga. Sometimes I wonder how we ever got here. Old grudges. Scorned lovers. Sometimes I wonder why we don’t all move on.’Cause we all end up in a tiny pine box. A mighty small drop in a mighty dark plot.
(Source: mark-s)
