#Local Deals

[niinnyu]

How do you think Gerry would feel if he'd been able to hear Jon defending him to Trevor and Julia when they came for his page?

Chummy?

I did remove some of the dialogue a bit, mostly from Julia and Trevor because ultimately that isn't what the comic is about but just a fair warning.

Went a bit insane thinking of this while drawing this so a bit of made up AU lore for this comic.

When Jon burns Gerry's page he says "you owe me" and while he doesn't mean it, Beholding does. Gerry is sorta bound to Jon now in that he manifests anytime Trevor and Julia are a threat to Jon (because technically it would be Gerry's fault that they're after him). But in classic Ceaseless Watcher fashion, he can only watch as a ghost, and never interact or intervene. No one knows he's there.

He is finally free once Julia and Trevor both die, knowing that Jon is safe at least from them.

[the-oc-king]

You know how most people in the Transcendental Cha Cha Cha Yaoi Club comment on how inherently ridiculous it is that the most generic and average human man would be able to attract what's probably one of the most powerful and musically-skilled cosmic entities in the multiverse and potentially The Void itself as well? I think we should explore that idea more, have some fun with it

[stitchposts]

it is so, so, so funny to interact with people that don't super know embroidery, who try to pick out which of my projects is more... skilled? or whatever. one time i had someone tell me to my face that my linework wasn't impressive and anyone could do backstitches, and they had learned how to backstitch last week so they could say this. someone else I've been teaching how to sew here and there told me that some patches I made recently and haven't put on this blog yet were true skill and above their skill level - they wanted to start with something easy! like massive block lettering on a stretchy tshirt!

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[wu-does-art]

I fcking loved the sally face au where the gang knew each other since kids, please post more of this au (also, ur art is so cool!!)

:]

ask and you shall receive!

[beskarfrog]

first meeting

[flockoff]

In a another world, Peak of Combat has a plot that involves Time Travel Shenanigans which puts V in one of the Funniest Situations.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

💙❤️Happy Holidays!❤️💙

[contamination-zone]

Comic ah, taking some place near the end of the Fresh and CB plotline in Foretale :-]

[mcflymemes]

please don't mistake silence for hatred. please don't mistake unanswered plotting messages as indifference, or a lack of enthusiasm towards you. considering the ages of most roleplayers, many of us have bills to pay, families to take care of, medical conditions to treat, appointments to make, classes to take, homes to clean, and lives to live away from the computer that are far, far more important than writing on tumblr — life has a tendency to get in the way of hobbies and fun things like this. be patient with your fellow writers. if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. of course you can set your boundaries, keep your space comfortable, and softblock whoever you wish, but do so while recognizing it's probably not hatred or apathy that keeps them from leaping into your dms with message after message. they probably love this hobby just as much as you... but sometimes life gets in the way.

[sp0o0kylights]

Sometimes I think about a Steve that gets left behind. The sole defender of Hawkins, feeling like he's been lost to time and mediocrity.

It's not even on purpose.

See--Robin and Nancy get out of Hawkins first, going to college.

Steve cant bring himself to follow.

Not yet, anyway.

Then the Party follows, and finally Erica, and Hopper and Mrs Byers and by the Steve feels like he's free to leave everyone's just sort of.

Moved on without him.

They're not mean about it. They still take his phone calls and chat. it's just that Robin's weekly calls went down to bi weekly and then monthly, Dustin got so busy with his next genius idea and they always seem to have the same, boring conversations (and, and, and...)

Eventually Steve finds himself leading a small, solitary life.

Disconnected.

Stuck in a dead end job, with parents who keep asking where they went wrong but won't hear real feedback on the matter.

No dating prospects to speak of.

No real career to bury himself into.

It takes him a while, but eventually he realizes that his social life now consists of a handful of regulars, the local stray cats, and Eddie Munsons grave.

The days go on and Steve finds himself sitting in front of it more and more, because what else does he have to do?

At least Eddie can't leave him.

Can't ask him the same three questions with an awkward pause in-between.

(Won't hurt him, like everyone else has, because he waited for them--so why wasn't he worth waiting for?)

[leblogreblog]

ok, but imagine a post/mid-credits scene:

We see a dark door to Bucky's apartment from the inside, then hear rattling. Bucky opens the door while on the phone with Sam, ranting about what happened during the movie.

Then, he notices that there's faint light in one of his rooms, abruptly stopping the conversation and saying he'll call back. He cauciously walks up to the room as silently as he can, pulling out some kind of weapon in the meantime. He takes a steading breath and walks in.

Near a lightstand sits a man, one Bucky knows all too well, reading one of his books, his coat folded nearby. He doesn't look at Bucky but acknowledges him, greeting him.

Then he starts to talk.

He talks about power, how it corrupts absolutely. He talks about irony, how somones impulsive want can become their only purpose, the thing that was supposed to kill them the only value keeping them alive. He talks about a mission he was sent for, how it obviously is something he wasn't supposed to return from alive. He says that they can call it paying back for his help from last time, to make them even.

Bucky only raises his eyebrow, visibly unimpressed that so little info was supposed to convince him to do anything, especially for him. He asks for more details.

The man looks at him for a moment in silence, then closes the book he was reading.

"Say James," says Zemo, tilting his head, "What do you know about Latveria?"

[chanelle-lize]

I used to have a really hard time bringing up the fact that I graduated from high school a year late without feeling the need to explain why and insisting that it wasn't my fault while simultaneously kicking myself for how much I sounded like I was just making excuses for something I should take responsibility for.

Then I watched Dimension 20's "The Seven" and suddenly I could simply say that I was a super senior.

The first time I heard the phrase "super senior" was in reference to Antiope Jones, a Black girl who had been held back a year after getting kidnapped and imprisoned by members of a fundamentalist cult, and like, girl, same.

So, since then, instead of anxiously spinning out any time I tried to tell a personal high school anecdote, I could just say I was a super senior, and then my brain would auto complete that statement with "like Antiope Jones" and I'd feel good about myself because Antiope Jones Is That Bitch.

That's what the problem had been the whole time. I wasn't worried about how other people would perceive me; I had been struggling with how I perceived myself.

Thanks, Aabria.

[short-wooloo]

I'm always a little confused by people saying they want to see Force groups other than the Jedi (and not like, in addition to the Jedi, what people often mean is INSTEAD of) because like...

A. This is Star Wars, the story of Jedi, if you're not here for Jedi, why are you even here?

B. Most other Force groups are just Jedi-lite (or sith-lite when dark siders), they don't really have all that radical or different views from the Jedi, usually it's just differing traditions

(And before anyone says it, no to any "both sides of the Force/don't use the dark or light", insert Han tfa gif here, you're either a dark side group or a light side group, that's just how it works, hence Jedi-lite/sith-lite)

C. Speaking of traditions, most non-Jedi force groups (aside from dark side ones) are just Boring

The reason we almost exclusively focus on Jedi is they're one of the only non dark side groups that actually goes out and does things, diplomacy, crimefighting, peacekeeping, etc are aspects of the Jedi most Force groups just don't partake in, at best they're active in their localities but for the most part other Force groups are content to simply watch as the galaxy happens while remaining uninvolved

[fatedroses]

No-one butts into Estinien's bromances and gets away with it.

[accidentallyadoptedbybatman]

"Why don't you trust the Police?"

This is Gotham I don't trust my postman