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Just the next strip, for you @queer-crusader

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It’s a very happy lavender marriage.

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I am in physical pain over this, hoping they’ll accept contracts signed, but doesn’t seem likely.

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There's an open pit in the middle of our office plan that drops down into a bunch of very sharp spikes that kill you instantly. This is bad. People keep falling in there and dying. Someone put a sign up, the other day, all bright yellow so you can't miss it, that says "Beware!!! Spikes!!!"

The office immediately split into two factions over it. One says that if anyone falls in the spike pit it's their own fault for being so stupid and not watching where they're walking, so we should remove the sign. The other says that the sign is an insult, there shouldn't be a spike pit in our office at all, and having the sign up like that is just normalising the existence of the spike pit, so we should remove the sign.

We ended up removing the sign. Probably for the better. Still... for a while there it looked like it might have worked...

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Les sphinx au dictionnaire   -   Francine van Hove

French b.1942-

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I’m bored.

Here’s some ways that actor (nah, probably just me) make themselves cry on command.

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Talking to 100 people, piece of cake. Talking to 1, panic stations.

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IT IS ALWAYS WORTHWHILE CHECKING.

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A showreel for me :)

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Talas braced himself and lifted the pot off the firepit and onto the stone slab. He hadn’t fastened one of his skeleton brace’s straps properly; he could feel it rubbing a blister into his shoulder as he moved. It was a careless oversight and it made him angrier than it should.

Lifting the lid awkwardly from the pot – face averted to avoid the steam – he found himself imagining his fourth form housemaster’s, Mr Marinus, reaction had he suddenly been transported to the deck of this tiny airship.

“What do you think you are doing, Katsaros?”

“Cooking, sir. Look, eggs and bacon and –“

“Gentlemen, Katsaros, do not cook. A gentleman has higher pursuits to occupy his time than domesticities. Servants cook. Merchant’s wives cook. Are you either of those, Katsaros?”

“No, sir.”

“What are you, Katsaros?”

“A gentleman, Mr Marinus.”

“A gentleman-in-training, Katsaros. Although, how we can make something like you into a gentleman is a mystery I have yet to figure out.”

Well, Mr Marinus could go jump, Talas thought, looking pridefully down at his creation. He was a gentleman and he was a damned fine chef. 

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… uncanny. 😂

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This is Biggles, my friend’s cat. Biggles is sixteen years old and pretty much blind.

From the moment I sat up in bed this morning, Biggles suctioned himself to me.

He is adorable.

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I’m very specifically thinking about One Room Thrillers because “girl goes to save boyfriend/fiancé from the fae/supernatural on a long journey” is a piece of well-worn folklore - but very specifically folklore.

Not thrillers.

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Hear me out.

A Deaf Mutant student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters who really REALLY doesn’t want to be a superhero.

His name is Cassidy “Cas” O’Conner and he’s a wee coward.

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“How interesting. A priest who blasphemes his god.”

“Of course I bloody do! What’s ‘e gonna do? Smite me? I’m ’is only bloody follower!”

- unnamed old man cleric character who just popped into my head and won’t go away.

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This is my audition to be one of those X-Men or post apocalyptic drifters with no allegiance and no hope.

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I love this song, ok?

Also, new room, trying some new(ish) tricks.