#( jack vc: be honest with me break

[vessalis]

❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ // he's shitting on your roses jack 😔

meme.

❛ Hm? Well truthfully if you are hoping to make poisons out of the flowers, then I'm afraid you are truly looking at the wrong plant. ❜ Not to mention- flowers were more common to be used in efforts to show affection or anything else, truthfully you would be able to convey many emotions simply off the flower language. A topic he did have ... a lot of insight in, either way he still crosses his arms- a small pout forming on his bottom lip as he tilts his head towards the other, ❛ Even if they were good for that- I think you are being much too cruel to flowers ! Tell me- you feel so negative of flowers because no one has given you them, correct? ❜

[aquaburst3]

Me and @stormkitty97 did another writing VC last night. One thing we briefly touched on is canon ships in TWST and what ones we see working out in the end, including the topic of Epel/Deuce. I ship it, and find it cute. I even added that as a major pairing in my main fics for that reason. Though, if I'm being completely honest with myself, I don't see them working out in the long term like Riddle/Trey and Vil/Jack.

(Disclaimer: I'm not saying this to bash on this pairing or people who like this pairing. Hell, I like this pairing. I'm just saying my honest opinion about this as someone who is almost in her 30s and has been in the date pool for ages.)

Epel and Deuce want completely different things out of life. Epel said in numerous voice lines that he wants to stay in his village and help out with the apple harvest. Deuce wants to be in the city and become a police officer. (Which I have...feelings about, but I'm gonna leave them out of this for the time being.) After being in real life relationships and have them fall apart, having two conflicting visions of the future is one very fast way to eventually have a break up. Because I don't see Deuce ever wanting to live the country life nor do I see Epel being happy living in the big city away from his family.

Because of those factors, I think they would date till third year, realize that they aren't clicking like they thought and break up. Which sucks. Because I enjoy this ship and want them to ride off into the sunset together, but I just don't really see that happening.

But on the bright side, they would both eventually find partners that fit them better once they graduate. Besides, most people who aren't super religious find their partners after college, anyways, and I see these two being no different than that.

[eighthmnth-blog]

          -------------- and he shall be levon       ( and he shall be a good man )    and he shall be levon       ( in tradition with the family plan )

and i oop

none of this is going to make sense. im really really tired. ive been in a hot car all day sldjskld baking. crispy. now im going to sleep before work,,, but wrow hi im r, im way too excited to be here. this intro is ?? too long but after all these years ive never learned how to stfu. i COULD have done this sooner but i also turned my brain off last night and watched baby driver for the first time and wow 10/10 would recommend sdksjdlkas i dont have discord because im living in the stone age  but im available via tumblr ims if anyone wants to plot --- ill prop make a proper connection page 2mmrow,, just fuck him up. honestly. ruin him. take out the trash.

basics    

[ luke hemmings. twenty-three. cismale. he/him. | muse 4b. ] levon by elton john just came on the radio and it made me think of august ferland. they’ve been in sundance for their whole life and they’re currently an administrative assistant. if you’re looking for them, try by the sheriff’s office, locals say they’re there a lot. [ r. she/them. 20. est. ]

SUBPLOT       if someone asked who sundance’s bad seed is, most people would say muse 4a. always getting in trouble for one reason or another, muse 4a has just never been one to follow rules. maybe that’s why muse 4b, the sheriffs child, is so drawn to them. muse 4a and muse 4b have been hooking up pretty casually, but muse 4b’s soft nature is causing them to fall for sundance’s baddest seed while muse 4a is only interested in hooking up. will muse 4a break muse 4b's heart? what would the sheriff say if they found out?

nonsensical ramblings    

the world is black and white as a child. a young august planted in front of one static plagued television, soaking up the world of cops and robbers. a mop of blond hair and a missing front tooth, beaming proudly “ MY FATHER’S THE SHERIFF “ , a hero in the boy’s mind. black & white. good versus bad.

then comes middle school, high school, and everything thereafter. it’s living under a microscope. small-town living & dealing out the law don’t tend to equate to a private life. sometimes august knows people’s business before they do —- other times the positions are reversed. it wasn’t the easiest of days, far from the romanticized lifestyle often portrayed on screen. the chill of cold shoulders never fades over the years. children told to steer clear of the ferland boy lest they find themselves under sundance’s watchful eye. the SHERIFF’S SON, an undesired spotlight.  as the years come and go, he wonders how he once wore that title with pride.

they made an angel of him. almost golden. of course, the teenage years are a rocky patch for anyone. the spark of rebellion, even he wasn’t immune. eighteen and sneaking out with his father’s pistol, shooting cans and bottles --- until he puts one single bullet through a neighbor’s window. that summer spent wasting away under a scorching sun, completing mundane tasks to earn enough to pay for the replacements. it’s out of character for him, but they write it off as a minor scare --- a teenager. no one was hurt, so all’s well that ends well. right ?

he tires of daily life. the yearning for something more never dies, it just lays dormant. only rarely given a breath of life. he grows exhausted of the endless pestering and gossip tucked in church pews. of the polite smiles and polished image. ‘ when will you settle down ? find a nice girl ? are you going to take over the station ? look at how much you’ve grown. ‘twenty-three years too long in sundance.

he knew the names before he saw them in ink at the station. his father’s endless rants, the population that put grey in his hair. miscreants, that august was explicitly told never to associate with. words that fell on deaf ears and then he goes the extra mile. he can’t help but feel a hint of shame, but never enough for him to put a stop to the sneaking. the town’s bad seed --- the sheriff’s greatest adversary and the cause of most, if not all, of his migraines. then there was august, like a moth to an open flame. it must have been some ultimate form of karma when he realizes something’s changed. the rules of the game aren’t so simple anymore, there’s more at stake. just like that, he’s damned them all. the heart wants what it wants, and now he’s cast as the fool. play with fire, get burned.

1% more brainpower used here       ( background broken down simply )

his aesthetic is that feeling you get when all your extended family ask about your dating life at the family barbecue. vague ??? maybe so, but it triggers something in me.

he’s dumb, and a tad naive lbh, but this is august.. the sheriff’s son if that hasn’t become,,, really obvious. in the brief readings i did beforehand, it seems like small-town sheriffs can sometimes have a bit of a spotlight on themselves and their family so i kind of envisioned him as being borderline lonely in his youth due to the fact people don’t want to find themselves under the microscope by being friends with the sheriff/’s family.  i think the whole sheriff thing has been a big,,, oof in his life. there are probably places he can’t go because his dad arrested the cook in the back or things along those lines.

he’s bored. he has a wifi connection. if his family didn’t think he wasn’t going to get glimpses of the outside world and want to get the fuck out of dodge then idk my dude.

he works as an administrative assistant at the station,, so he’s mainly handling the paperwork and stuff, but id imagine he's a bit of a jack of all trades in the field. takes calls, but also probably gets sent out for the really shitty jobs like the old lady who calls ten times a day for nothing, or that she’s getting calls from scammers :))) but he ain’t going out arresting anyone or doing anything serious. just the “my cat’s in a tree” bs and getting coffee.

in the public eye, he’s probably a real golden child. volunteering, going to church, helping out wherever he can. does he have a genuine interest in any of that ? absolutely not. but it reflects well on his family and on himself. he has a reputation to upkeep. he only went up to high school education-wise, and in a town that probably isn’t too fast crime wise, he has enough free time to be active in the community.

i dont know what suffers more his brain or his heart

n sync vc: bi bi bi

before my dumbass forgets, he does have a good relationship with his parents,,, when he’s not being a fucking moron. follow your heart?? not good advice for him. his mom is currently abroad. aug probably gets his desire to run from her, she’s currently teaching english abroad. he’s v proud of her tyvm. his dad?? yeah. i mean obvs aug isnt very honest about EVERYTHING. he’s gotten good at telling white lies, but he still loves his dad.  he’s also an only child so all eyes on him rIP.

i have a shitty pinterest board for him HERE there's barely anything there but yknow

he’s currently being sized for his clown shoes

thats all folks

[johnnymundano]

The Comics Killjoy Reads: The Immortal Hulk©®™

The Immortal Hulk©®™: Or Is He Both?

Art by Joe Bennett (p), Ruy José (i), Paul Hornschemeier. Marguerite Sauvage and Garry Brown Written by Al Ewing Lettered by VC’s Cory Petit and Travis Lanham Coloured by Paul Mounts Covers by Alex Ross Hulk created by Jack Kirby and Stan Lee (Everything about the comic is ©®™ Marvel Comics)

When I say The Immortal Hulk©®™ is a comic worth reading you may be sure I’m not just blowing air up your svelte derrière. Largely because it gives me no great pleasure to recommend a Marvel©®™ comic, but here we are. I am a fair man and The Immortal Hulk©®™ is worth the reading. And I say that as a withered old dude with several decades of comic reading under my belt, and a pretty clear picture of how Marvel©®™ has conducted itself over the decades with regard to its creators. (Quick recap: Not well. Addendum: Ugh. Postscript: Yeesh!) Two of the creators famously ill served by Marvel©®™  were crucial to the creation of The Hulk©®™. (And also, Stan Lee who was much better served.) Jack Kirby gave The Hulk©®™  its initial shape and Steve Ditko tinkered with it a bit thereafter. It wasn’t a success initially, but I’m not interested in later iterations because neither is The Immortal Hulk©®™.

The Immortal Hulk©®™ resurrects that initial, failed, darker Hulk©®™ and lets it run amok on the modern stage of wannabe-TV-series mainstream comics. Think Jim Aparo and Mike Fleischer’s The Spectre (DC Comics), but 21st Century stylee. This is a smart move by Al Ewing; whose writing over the years has yet to give any evidence of his being anything other than a very smart man indeed.  That initial Hulk©®™ didn’t last long, so the whole Jekyll/Hyde, man-by- day/monster-by-night schtick, which forms the core of this new series, has plenty of mileage still in the tank. And the Hulk©®™ is very much a monster in The Immortal Hulk©®™ because The Hulk©®™was a monster when he first erupted out of Bruce (or was it David?) Banner’s spindly body.  

That first grey, beetle-browed thug was very much an attempt by Kirby to  fuse his prior monster comics such as “Lo, Whuppy-Bumpo! The Hectoring Carpet!” to the superhero template. As was The Fantastic Four©®™ initially, and I do stress that…initially. The stale monster tales were the training wheels for the superhero genre the then struggling Marvel©®™ took its last desperate roll of the dice on. Pretty soon the training wheels were off, the monster tales were comical curios and superheroes, superheroes, superheroes; fast forward to 2019 and people with adult responsibilities are sitting through 15 minutes of credits to see a glimpse of Turner D. Century©®™. Or whoever the fuck they’ve dug up this time.

This time Ewing, for his part, has literally dug up The Hulk; the old Hulk, the scary Hulk©®™, the Hulk©®™ who lives when the moon is high, the OG Hulk©®™, the monster. I’ve not been paying attention but apparently the Hulk©®™  has been dying a lot lately. In the mercifully brief recaps Ewing provides from the works of far lesser writers, these deaths seem to have all the weight of a fart, and their apparent frequency suggest a similar impact on the reader. One of Ewing’s many achievements with The Immortal Hulk©®™  is to put the horror back into (comic book) death. The Immortal Hulk©®™ is very much a horror book, decidedly a monster book. Some of it is monstrously horrible, which is quite a feat for a comic which still makes jokes about Banner’s inexhaustible purple trouser supply. Horror and humour; it’s a giddy mix.

In what feels like a bit of a sly joke at the expense of the comics-as-TV trend (or it could just be a nostalgic wink) Ewing harks back to the old Hulk TV series in structure; Banner ambles from town to town like The Littlest Hobo, where he encounters a story to involve himself in and solves it by turning into The Biggest Cujo. He is also doggedly trailed by a reporter. No No-Prizes for guessing her surname. Each issue is a step toward the resolution of the overarching mystery, and if every issue isn’t a story in itself, (contra most of the competition) every issue is at least rewarding in itself.

And that reward lies mainly in the tight writing. Ah, but first…When People write about comics, they write about the writer to excess; and I am going to continue that bad habit. Mostly because I can’t quite warm to (main artist) Bennett’s style. He’s good, no doubt; but his stuff lacks punch. There’s just something stilted about it, like he’s traced over things; which isn’t a crime, but the cold precision results in a consequent lack of pizzazz. But he nails the big moments (you can at least tell they are big moments), his storytelling is clear and he evidently understands the needs of Ewing’s scripts. A lot of plus points, but I remain stubbornly underwhelmed. Maybe it’s a confidence thing? (Him, not me.) He’s got the stuff, he just needs to break with reality a bit more; it’s comics, baby, swing for the stars! Bennett’s pages are contrasted on a few occasions with those by other artists and, well, the difference is clear. Each has a distinct style, and all have a vibrancy Bennett sadly lacks. But Bennett is consistent, he gets the job done and there is the odd “!!” moment, so maybe time will prove me wrong.

And Bennett has that time, because what will bring me back to The Immortal Hulk©®™ is Ewing’s writing. This is solid stuff with tight plotting, a real sense of threat, some eye-poppingly gruesome horrorosities, neat characterisation, humour the right side of smart arse, and actual honest to god emotional beats. Horror, humour and heart; it’s an unbeatable mix.

The Comics Killjoy says: BUY!

(NB: I bought these in a Comixology sale. I will read a Marvel©®™ comic, and I will recommend a Marvel©®™ comic, but I will not pay full whack for a Marvel©®™ comic. ‘Nuff said, Effendi!)