#WHICH SOMEHOW MAKES MY DOODLES FUNNIER

[sailordingus]

for context to my last post: i have a folder in my art folder dedicated SPECIFICALLY to wips of stuff like this

and finally, my favorite

[whatsjulietslastname]

oddly specific Chloe Price headcanons (+ some pricefield) because I love her and she’s rotating 24/7 in my mind like she’s in a microwave go

— the kind of person to have tied her shoelaces once when she first got them and then kept them like that and never did it again (her shoes are super loose because of that and she doesn’t give a flying fuck (Max hates it so much))

— super pretentious about music. she doesn’t have a digital playlist until Max makes her one because she ‘loves the real thing better’ (CD’s). also if someone makes her listen to a song they think is cool she’s going to analyze it and say exactly why it is or isn’t good

— extremely talented at basically everything she does (and more often than not on the first try) but never noticed it and just thinks it’s normal. everybody around her can tell but she doesn’t see it and genuinely doesn’t even care

— surprisingly a super good cook. not because of Joyce because she never had time to teach her, it just comes naturally to her

— will watch ANY movie ever. no matter if it’s super boring or super lame or a masterpiece. it’s the same thing with TV shows. basically, she’ll watch anything. and of course, if it’s bad, she can tell and she’ll say it, but it doesn’t keep her from watching it still.

— doesn’t drink coffee, or tea, or sodas - or anything. it’s either water or alcohol for her. (or hot chocolate if Max is in a ‘it’s winter which means blanket + hot chocolate + movie + cuddles’ but it’s the only exception)

— doesn’t get the hype of playing video games unless it’s the old fashioned kind (pokemon or tetris or guitar hero or one of the old mario games) because she gets bored too fast

— doodles 24/7 whenever she’s bored. and on anything too. like her shoes, any piece of paper she can find, people’s hands (especially Max’s)…

— knows way too much about photography, astrology, DnD - basically all of her friends’ hobbies because she listens when they ramble about it. which means if somebody is talking about any of these things and says something wrong, she WILL correct them. out of habit

— unironically likes t-shirts as birthdays or Christmas gifts if they look cool - and if she doesn’t know someone well enough and has to give them a present, she will totally give them a t-shirt

— despises people who chews on gum all day because she despises chewing-gums in the first place. just the chewing, and the smell, and the fact that it just stays in your mouth for half an hour and it’s still there and you’re still chewing the thing doesn’t sit right with her (I’m self projecting)

— insufferable to make plans with. she WILL find a way to be late. she doesn’t even do it on purpose, she just isn’t a stressed person and doesn’t have the urge to go when it’s time, and therefore is always somehow late. even if people tell her to come a hour earlier - she’ll still be late. her friends have started to make plans with both Max and Chloe so they’ll know there’s at least one person who’s normal about timing and will make the both of them arrive in time.

— loves Halloween better than Christmas, for no specific reason except she thinks it’s funnier

— doesn’t reply to “how was your day?” with just ‘good’ or ‘bad’, she tells all the details very passionately, and it’s incredibly endearing (Max loves it and asks her every night)

[ntj2pj]

reallyyyy lazy ref on my new atp soldat :D

a flee response as atp soldat oc lmao. Man with fastest reaction (enough to catch falling colleague before they break their bones, or pull them away from bullets. He does it quite often.) Feel free to doodle my guy or draw them interacting with your ocs i guess. more info:

a nervous touchy animal who'll just run away if he is being yelled at or insulted too hard (being yelled at by allies and superiors feels much worse for guy than any loud noise or gunfire. poor thing) And even breaks windows to jump away from any height and floor. He really doesn't care and ABSOLUTELY ain't afraid of height. Luckily manages to survive. Fucking gymnast-acrobat. But how annoying he is. TO WORK WITH. You just stand close. sneeze at him not gently enough and HE DISAPPEARS. He gets along with colleagues pretty well... Well, by my AAHW metrics. He isn't popular or favorite, but he gets along with others pretty well and nobody avoids him. He is seen as very non-threating and weak. Or cute. However they call it. He is also pretty tactile (may occasionally try to hold hands or hug someone) and gentle in general, friendly fella. Gets along with mags pretty well and tried to comfort one when saw first time. Extremely good at chasing. Somehow manages to bounce around busy roadways and not become a pancake in the road, getting in windows, getting out, survive and not die on missions. Can do tricks on bicycles cooler than many bikers on motorcycles and usually steals any transport of that kind (but gentle enough to put it back after using). Very expercienced as someone who is being chased. Flee just runs out of AAHW casually without even any plan if triggered, breaks any shit on his way on impulse. And then gets back because Flee doesn't really know how he would survive, doesn't have a plan, and really don't want to leave job. Or, well, gets captured by agents and not even getting so far. His hair was torn out by other soldat who tried to capture him at first attempt to run away, but got kicked (Dan). They're becoming bffs later. Why he got such a weird reaction? Well. In my au every atp gets +- unique programs and modifications which makes them extremely mentally ill useful in different ways lol. ATPs gets their brain messed up and minmaxed in worst and unnatural ways, that's why many scared of it. Amnesia also isn't a good part. Flee was created in AAHW, and his modification ruined his fear-response, too much training created steel reflexes like unavoidable instincts, and messed ability to recognize threats. Guy is very fearless about combats, heights, insane tricks, absolutely doesn't care about risks of breaking any bone or dying (still will do a lot so colleagues won't), but will shit himself from fear and overwhelm if you just say smth mean to him loudly. If it would be done by few grunts he will get nightmares and flashbacks even. Because his sense of being punished and shame is also messed up. For the good of AAHW, of course. At first he was threatened and insulted a lot for this defect, because everyone was confused, then he was used on a trainings because damn he's like a cockroach. And then he was given a little safe place to run in it and not just out of aahw on the streets. aka personal space lmao, until they find out to fix it. But many coworkers find doing little pranks and scaring him funnier because the reaction is just too funny with all that jumping on highest surface in room, or running on all walls and then comedically hit head and FALL. Aaand he doesn't beat them up for it, he just runs as first reaction. Can even bump right into the agent who did it, like an NPC trying to run in a wall, pushing the poor guy like a fucking box in a videogame. Extremely funny idiot. So yeah he gets a lot of occasional jokes for not being aggressive enough. Not to coworkers. :D

[cobaltqueen]

hi!! i really like your PL au, i love gajeel/lucy brotps and im a luvia girlie (romantic or not), so wanted to maybe propose some solutions to some of the things you said you were struggling with.

if you want gray still on galuna island you could have him hear some kind of rumor about deliora being there and go investigate, or if you want to not have PL involved at all and keep it relatively the same (natsu runs off on the quest, gray and erza end up following along) they could sell the key or advertise giving it away somehow for lucy to end up getting it (or, if you don’t need her to have it prior to her joining the guild, they could just keep it for if they find a trusted celestial wizard) could have that lead into my idea for the loke arc.

even if lucy gives up on being a fairy tail wizard i doubt she’d give up on being a writer, and so maybe she could travel to magnolia occasionally for writing purposes and meet loke there? then they just keep accidentally meeting at places and he starts trusting her that way, even if it’s not enough to reveal the whole circumstances? then it sorta depends on how fast they join fairy tail afterwards, but lucy could plausibly join faster than juvia and gajeel which would allow her to be there for the loke arc?

i don’t know if these make sense in your head but i’d love to hear more about this au <3

Hi! First off, I'm really glad you like the AU! I too am a fan of the dynamics between Lucy and Gajeel, and Lucy and Juvia. They can be so good if given the chance!!

Gray ending up on Galuna island specifically cause he heard rumors about the Deliora thing is a great idea! I wanted team Natsu (-Lucy) to still be on the island and finish the official quest because i think it's just necessary for Grays character development. So maybe something like: Gray hears the rumors, sneaks out, Natsu notices and goes after him with Happy just cause, and then Ezra follows the three of them?

For the key I was thinking that, since in canon Ezra refuses to accept the money reward since they didn't actually destroy the moon, they might leave the key this time too? After all there's no Lucy there. And maybe the old village chief guy makes another quest to "vanquish the moon" or something cause he's stubborn and this is the one Gajeel, Lucy and Juvia take, or maybe it's the same one they just show up late... ( i want this AU to stay a bit silly, i think it's funnier that way).

I'll try to post the Galuna Island doodles i made a while ago later

In regards to Loke, that is actually a really cool idea! It would also make a lot of sense, Loke is canonically a flirt and he did flirt with Lucy before he freaked out about her being a celestial wizard so if lets say, Lucy is out looking for inspiration and Loke is on a job they could feasibly meet and interact!

Thank you very much for those ideas they are very appreciated, i do hope i can give the characters and their dynamics justice!

Talking about them, I was thinking what name to give the Gajeel/ Lucy/ Juvia team. I can see Gajeel potentionally wanting to name it Team Gajeel (as a way to parallel Team Natsu) but also I'm not sure if that would be his go-to and i definetly think the girls would shut that down haha

[ducktracy]

152. porky the wrestler (1937)

release date: january 9th, 1937

series: looney tunes

director: tex avery

starring: joe dougherty (porky), tex avery (man mountain), mel blanc (porky screaming)

boy, these voice actors have some weird names. what kind of name is “mel blanc” anyway? that’s right, the moment we’ve all been waiting for: mel blanc joins the scene! many (myself included for awhile, always forgetting this cartoon) consider picador porky his first cartoon, where he supplies the voice of two drunks in a bull costume, but this is the first cartoon he does voices in. his part is minor, just porky doing daffy’s shrieks before daffy existed, but it was enough to confuse the hell out of me the first time, thinking that joe dougherty somehow perfected the Mel Blanc Daffy Shriek before mel or daffy ever came on board. so, this is a big, big deal! mel wouldn’t voice porky until porky’s duck hunt, but he’d supply his voice in picador porky, the fella with the fiddle, and porky’s romance. welcome home, mel! pertaining to the plot: porky is ecstatic to see the local wrestling match, but he gets much more than he bargained for when he finds himself in the wrestling ring instead.

there’s a rather tasteful opening that reminds me of the techniques frank tashlin would use in his cartoons: a printing press is busy printing a hefty stack of newspapers, with overlays of the papers flipping by as an offscreen voice declares “EXTRA! EXTRA!” we get a glimpse of the headline: CAPACITY CROWDS TO WITNESS CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING TONIGHT. as if CAPAPCITY CROWDS wasn’t enough of an indicator, tex totes his love of typography as the words EVERYBODY’S GOING zoom into view at the bottom.

the next shot is a collection of eager hitchhikers, awaiting a ride to the big fight. a wiener dog extends his body back and forth as he jabs his thumb out, a lounging man signals with his toe, a dog with crossed eyes signals in opposite directions, another man droning “calling all cars, calling all cars, give me a ride, please,” a line that would be delivered in the same monotone voice in a number of shorts. the transition sweeps across the scene break up momentum slightly, but it’s not supposed to be a quickly cut urgent scene in the first place, so it works.

included in the interminable line of hitchhikers is our star porky pig. “the fella with the fiddle” would temporarily be his theme song for 1936, but “puddin’ head jones” would continue to be a theme song for him from 1937 onward, even used as far as 1946 in bob mckimson’s daffy doodles. it’s a catchy song for sure, with amusing lyrics, essentially insinuating that porky’s a bit of a dope (which isn’t too far off). he too works his best hitchhiker’s thumb, but doesn’t receive much luck. a man drives right past him in his jalopy, which falls to pieces, the man still suspended in mid-air. he stuffs his broken car parts into his suitcase, now joining the hitchhiker line. another car screeches to a halt for porky, a man asking “where ya goin’, sonny?” porky approaches the car, lugging his suitcase. “why, i’m goin’ to the wrassling match.” lovely comedic timing as the man inside the car declares “so am i,” slamming the door shut and screeching away, leaving porky in the dust.

no matter—the sound of honking signals porky’s attention towards a long, pompous limo, “THE CHALLENGER” emblazoned on the screen below. inside the limo, the portly challenger spots the hitchhiking pig and signals for his driver to pick him up, by grabbing the driver’s head and extending his neck over to him. a lovely visual gag that’s enhanced by its nonchalant nature. that’s what i love about tex’s gags, they feel so natural and nonchalant. there’s never a feeling of “LOOK! LAUGH AT THIS!”, they just happen so offhandedly that it makes the joke all the funnier.

screeching to a halt (the tires skidding and turning into shoes to halt), the limo picks up porky, who happily steps inside. the challenger says in a thick, russian accent, “hello, what’s your name, kiddo?” “my name’s porky pig! what’s yours?” thus spawns a reoccurring gag. even here it isn’t pronounced correctly, as the challenger stumbles on his own name (i’m going by one of the pronunciations in the cartoon that feels the most correct): “my name is hugo yakinowskiokiwoskioski.” he tells porky that he’s going to fight the champ—lovely animation as he gets up in the camera, eyeing the audience to assert his dominance.

outside of the wrestling arena, two men pace around impatiently, one groveling “looks like this guy yakinowskiokiwoskioski has stood us up, chief.” just then, the limo crawls into view and turns around the corner, the limo extending and then the rest of its “body” catching up like an inchworm, a very popular gag in the looney verse. yakinowskiokiwoskioski marches out of the limo, but for reasons unknown, falls straight through a trap door in the sidewalk. porky crawls out of the limo next, trap door now closed, when the two men spot him and heckle him. “you’re late, yakinowskiokiwoskioski!” they grab porky by the arms and drag him away.

inside the arena, the crowd is clapping and whistling along to the underscore of “parade of the animals”. one of the assistants pops his head up to the ring, addressing the burly, bearded champ. “yakinowskiokiwoskioski just came in, champ.”

the referee, a gangly man armed with a megaphone, addresses the fighters. i love the animation of the ref, a literal rubber hose character as he sticks his head through the megaphone. “in this corner at 406 and 7/8ths, man mountain the champion!” man mountain shakes his burly fists as he receives his applause. “and in this corner, the challenger hugo manowskiowskimoski... oskimawski... brrroskioski... awww, him.” he jabs his rubbery finger at an empty corner.

below the ring is a little hideout for the wrestlers to get ready. an anxious porky sits perched on a stool, an assistant pulling a lever. a pedestal in the floor rises up and propels porky out onto the ring. thus sparks mel blanc’s first ever lines in a looney tunes cartoon: pseudo daffy shrieks. man mountain growls and bares his saliva riddled teeth, and a man sitting outside of the ring hits his knee. the reflex causes his leg to swing up and ring the wrestling bell (very clever), and a terrified porky shrieks and hoohoos as he desperately attempts to claw his way out of the ring, tripping on the ropes, but to no avail. the animation combined with blanc’s shrieks make for a hysterical scene—a good one to debut with.

man mountain slams his back into one of the wooden posts behind him, and the impact propels porky right into MM’s grip. MM bounces porky like a basketball, tex avery providing his husky vocals as MM tauntingly sings, bouncing him around through his legs. there’s a slightly jarring transition as MM tosses porky offscreen and rushes to meet him, the next cut having them already engaged in action, MM crawling on top of porky. porky manages to weasel his way out of MM’s grip, and MM spends the rest of the time tackling himself and growling, pinning his own foot down and flipping over himself. what makes the scene even better is that there’s a bystander in the crowd shouting “GIVE IT TO HIM! GIVE IT TO HIM!”

what launches next is probably one of tex’s best scenes during his looney tunes tenure, especially for his porky cartoons. while MM pounds in agony against the floor, the impact causes a spectator’s tobacco pipe to fly out of his mouth and directly into MM’s throat. MM pauses, and presses his stomach. a chuff of smoke bellows from his mouth. another press, another puff. soon, he begins to chug like a train, smoke pouring out of his mouth. attempting to escape him, the referee and porky both end up grabbing hold of MM, and they all form a train.

even better is the suspension of disbelief in the entire scene. instead of stopping there, tex pushes it to the limit. a man moves the wrestling bell to the top of the corner post, the bell ringing and swaying back and forth like a railroad crossing signal as the train passes the corner. now inside the crowd, a man offers snacks, pillows, and magazines like a train attendee. even better, a spectator goes to fetch some water from the water cooler, but the floor sways and buckles beneath him as the roar of the train rushing on the train tracks grow louder. a man even looks out a WINDOW, and we see telephone lines and a rolling countryscape zoom past. the man is shocked—not because the wrestling ring has been transformed into a train cabin, but because he’s due for his stop. he grabs his hat, suitcase, and departs.

it’s certainly a nonsense scene, but that’s what makes it so good. remember, this started because the champ swallowed a pipe. anyone could make a gag about the champ billowing smoke from a swallowed pipe, but only tex avery would think to stretch the gag out of bounds, turning the entire wrestling ring into a train cabin, complete with moving scenery. suspension of disbelief is key to appreciate the gag, and boy, is it a good one. very similar to the wild horse chase in the village smithy. funny how the strongest gags in the porky cartoons hardly involve porky at all. i love porky, he’s one of my favorite characters, but he certainly does fare better as a sidekick than front and center. regardless, there are plenty of funny moments that involve his own doing, as we’ll see later on.

porky finally distances himself from the train, when man mountain barrels into him. he takes great offense: “so you don’t wanna play choo choo, huh?” words flash on the bottom screen advertising THE AEROPLANE SPIN as MM twirls porky above his head in an aerial spin, both of them turning into a literal flash of an airplane in the process, zooming around the arena and eventually crashing into the ring.

snapping out of his momentary daze, porky gives an uncharacteristic “WOAH!” in a deeper man’s voice—definitely not dougherty’s—and rips a patch from the flooring, crawling underneath the tarp on the ground as man mountain crawls after him. he punts the pig shaped bump to one of the corners, where porky’s head pops out of the corner post. MM whacks porky in the head, which sends him propelling down through the post and out of the other diagonal post, knocking right into the perpetrator.

man mountain is seemingly down for the count, tiny porky perched on his giant physique. the referee and the crowd all count in a rhythm of twos, man mountain interjecting “uh-uh!” after the “five, six!” regardless of man mountain’s protests, porky is declared the winner. MM lifts his head up slightly, the referee placing his hand on the ground to catch him. instead, MM slams his head to the ground, and the referee now pulls out a giant, flattened hand. iris out.

this is certainly one of tex’s better porky entries, and one of his last—he’d only make 4 more after this in his entire career at warner bros. that train sequence is too wonderful for words, and i encourage everyone to check it out. it’s entirely nonsensical, but that’s the POINT, and the fact that tex sticks to it so staunchly really brings the gag to life, so you don’t care that the wrestling arena is now an entire moving train. stick to your vision and don’t give up, because these are the results that you’ll get! no matter how absurd it is, go for it. this is about as absurd as you can get, and it’s wonderful. furthermore, this short has the historical significance of being mel blanc’s cartoon. who doesn’t want to hear porky shrieking like daffy? and the reoccurring plight of yakinowskiokiwoskioski’s name is another wonderful aspect of the cartoon. watch it! it’s a great one for sure that’s worthy of your attention. go check it out for yourself!

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[grantfieldgrove]

Your friends want you to fail.

It’s true.

It’s true and it sucks.

But the sooner you realize this, the better off you’ll be. You can set yourself on the course for success while leaving them behind.

That’s exactly what your friends don’t want, but you have the capability to make it happen.

I’m not trying to be negative, but I’ve learned this the hard way.

Let me back up a bit.

Ten years ago I was working a dead end job at a grocery store. I hated it. The pay was crap. The work was crap. Most of the customers were crap. But I had friends!

I was miserable. I had a temper, I was angry about everything. I was bitter that I worked this job I didn’t like when I knew I should be doing better. I was all over social media, posting about everything, even belittling people I didn’t even know by snapping pictures of them and posting them, then enjoying a laugh at their expense.

That’s bottom of the barrel, self-esteem wise.

I would fight with people who held different political beliefs than me, different opinions about religion, or even movies. I was the loud mouth Fred Flintstone type, but I always got laughs. At least some.

It didn’t take long after my son was born to realize that something wasn’t quite right with him. He was extremely delayed and obviously autistic. I blew it off and didn’t believe it, making excuses as to why he was so behind.

We had to enroll him in a special school at age 2. The bitterness grew.

One day I decided to buy an iPad. Just because.

I took it home, unboxed it, and sat on my floor to play with it. But instead of playing games, I started writing.

I literally started writing a novel out of nowhere. It was a hoot. I started carrying a little notebook around work, thinking of plot points. It was great, because when you carry a notebook and pen around while working, people assume you’re working really hard!

Before I knew it, I had a book. I didn’t know what the hell to do with it, but I had one.

I found out you can self-publish books on Amazon, so that’s exactly what I did. I gave it a once or twice over, figured out how to format it, and it was published. And wow, did it have a lot of typos. The story was good, though. Some people bought it and it actually got good reviews. Some friends even bought it, though I doubt many of them read it. But still, it felt good. So I started the second book and finished it in record time. This one was even funnier and I liked it a lot, although, once again, I skimped on the editing.

Shortly before the release of that book, I had a falling out with most of my friends. I had planned a big party in Las Vegas, everyone was going to attend, but it was just a disaster. We had a suite at the Aria, but none of my friends even stayed in the hotel. Not a problem, but they stayed way down the strip at Paris. Then got so drunk at the pool, not a single person showed up. So yeah, I was pissed. And the party wasn’t just for fun, it was a special occasion for my wife. And every one of them let me down. So that’s that. We left first thing in the morning, leaving them all in the dust.

Nothing was really the same after that.

All of this is just specific backstory that doesn’t pertain to you, but the basic elements could. The moral of the story remains the same.

Cut to ten years after I first sat down to write that novel. I now have 11 books, including the first ever murder mystery series for kids, which even, somehow, became the runner up for some award I already forgot the name of. Three of my books have been produced into audiobooks and two have advanced to the semi finals in an Amazon-sponsored fiction contest where out of 10,000, 400 advanced. I’ve gotten positive reviews from Kirkus, and a few other publications.

These are facts that I am proud of. I share these from time to time on social media, although I am still not comfortable with talking about myself.

But, now my friends don’t buy my books. Maybe one or two, not even my “Facebook friends” who were on board at the beginning. The last book published is my favorite. I’m so happy with it and proud of it. I literally tried to give away copies to people I know. I didn’t have a single taker.

I would promote the book being free on Kindle during a particular day or weekend, or whatever, and not a single person would respond to it. I tried to give away Audible audiobooks. Not a single taker.

It’s so bizarre.

Why?

I could understand if the books were garbage. There are a lot of genuinely bad books out there, especially since self publishing has gotten so popular and easy to do. But my books aren’t those books.

I started a small publishing services company, just as a side job to help people out. People who were lost like me when I first started.

My friends didn’t care.

Granted, it’s not very exciting, and with the emergence of “multi-level marketing,” starting a business isn’t that impressive, apparently. (Remind me to tell you about this amazing magical wrap thing! Kidding.)

One thing I forgot to mention earlier, is that I went without Facebook for about a year and a half. I hated it. I hated the fakeness of it. And I was bitter. Bitter that I was trying to better my life, to branch out from a dead end job and try to make something of myself, and I never got any good feedback from it.

My son is severely autistic, he’s ten now and still completely non-verbal. We don’t have a typical life. We have to adapt to whatever life throws at us, and that’s what I was trying to do. My son hated when I had to go to work. He didn’t understand why I had to leave, often in the middle of the night. So I tried to change things.

And still I got nothing. So, bye bye Facebook. Good riddance.

It was weird at first. I still had this urge to let everyone know what I was doing. Like, them knowing would someone validate me doing it. If your Facebook friends don’t know what you do, are you really even doing it?

While I’m typing this, my Facebook is back. But there is a reason. Over the summer, while I was doodling on my iPad, I had an idea. I could put these things on tshirts. I would totally wear them.

So I looked it into. I saw that the possibilities were seemingly endless. Why stop at tshirts when you can make leggings? Why stop at leggings when you can make backpacks?

It goes on like this.

So I went all in. And I mean, ALL IN!

I had quit my job at the supermarket a few months prior. I had enough money to survive for a while while I explored new paths. So I sunk everything into this little venture. I was going to make horror related clothes. The horror market is severely underused. There are, of course, some major players in the horror game, but they all had to start at the bottom, too. So I went for it. I made a website. I made an Instagram and a Facebook. And after a week of the site being up, I made a sale. And then another sale.

Turning a profit is tricky, though. I needed word of mouth. I needed friends.

So I got back on my personal Facebook page after a year and a half, and let everyone know what I had been up to while I was gone.

It landed with a thud.

Nobody cared.

In the time I was gone I had a kid’s book, and novel, and this clothing company all launch.

I got nothing.

I started booking comic cons and would post pictures.

Nothing.

I have a little booth downtown, with all my stuff displayed, where you can walk in, buy something, and help support me and my family, by buying small, staying local.

I’ve had one friend visit it.

One.

It’s been there for six months.

I posted a few pictures of horror-celebrities wearing or showing off something I created.

Nothing.

I drew posters for a few events, movie screenings, even a stage play. I posted them. The most recent one I posted got 6 likes.

I have 590 Facebook friends and 6 of them liked a poster I did for a Scream 2 screening.

I have a family member whose daughter wanted “something Michael Myers” for Christmas. I have tons of Myers stuff. Stuff I poured my heart and soul into. Stuff you can’t find anywhere else.

This person did not buy from me. She bought a generic Myers t-shirt from a major store and probably spent more than she would have with me.

Right now, through luck and hopefully hard work, my work is in the processing of being officially licensed. Which means, with a little more work and a whole lot more hustle, it could end up in stores like Hot Topic, etc.

And then what?

I don’t know. I like to daydream. And I would like someone to be proud of it, someone who doesn’t live with me.

But, there comes a time when you have to let that go. Your friends won’t be proud of you. They will belittle you. They will find something to nitpick about what you’re doing.

And it sucks.

Strangers will support you. Your friends will not.

The sooner you know this, the better. You can delete your personal Facebook, you can shrug your shoulders at all the people holding you back and making you feel bad about leaving your comfort zone and taking a risk.

There is no law that you must remain friends with the people you were once friends with. Cut em loose.

This is about you. It’s about your dreams. Your life. Not theirs.

If they don’t want to follow you on your journey or cheer you on, cut them loose. Release that anchor from around your neck and push full-speed ahead.

You’ll be amazed at what you can accomplish when you stop worrying about what so-called friends think and start realizing that no matter what you do, there will be someone who admires you and looks up to you, just as you’ve looked up to someone else when you started your self-fulfilling journey.

Be the person you would want to look up to.

You can do it.

Start today.

Two months ago I had to attend a wedding where all of these people would be, all these “friends.”

All I heard were complaints. Whoever we struck up a conversation with, complained.

Complain complain complain.

I understood what was wrong.

We didn’t complain. My wife and I, we only told positive stories.

Our complaining days are over. We’ve moved on. We seemed out the positives from our lives and choose to focus on that.

All this did was draw out more complaining from the wedding guests.

So tone deaf and these people we’ve left behind, they were complaining about students (the teachers we knew) that are very similar to our son.

Like, really?! This is our life. You go home at 3. We live with this. And we still don’t complain.

So far back these people are, I had to hear outdated and cringeworthy jokes, I had to hear casual sexual harassment, breasts referred to as fun bags, in front of the girl they were talking to, and the groom’s nieces. They still use the R word to describe anything, despite knowing my son is extreme special needs.

Once you realize that you don’t want to live in the world these people still inhabit, the sooner you can progress to where you want to be.

You’ll never be happier leaving them, and their outdated thinking, and their complaints, and everything else that makes you miserable to hear about, behind.

And you can do it.

You can do it right now!

Log out of Facebook and get to work.

Find people to look up to and follow them. Do your own thing. People will begin to follow you.

I’m not saying it will be easy. I’m just giving you a heads up of what’s to come.

You can sidestep it completely.

You just need to realize that your friends want you to fail.

Prove them wrong.

Don’t even tell them.

Start now.

Go.

[sacredjustice]

⚘⚘ SEND THIS TO TEN BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE AMAZING. SPREAD THE LOVE. ( ﾉ ꒪▿꒪)ﾉ*

Thank you, sweetness! I think you’re very amazing, too. In honor of spreading the love, I’m going to shout out ten random people near and dear to my heart: 

@winterforged ( the kindest, sweetest, most pure friend on the entire planet. i truly mean it when i say kai is the shining light of my dash. i feel so happy and like all fuzzy when she’s around, because she’s just that much of a cinnamon roll. )

@vespertiilian / @hawkborn ( writing with bat has inspired me and helped me develop diana as much, if not more, than canon material. more so than that, being friends with bat is actually everything and i’m excited everyday to see her around and pester her with things. 10/10 coolest person, favorite writer, favorite person,  just favorite ever. ) 

@battleincarnate ( i’m really awful at keeping in touch with people, but i’ve been great friends with this gem for years which is a testament to how much adore her. probably the person who knows me best, and i wouldn’t have it any other way. )

@titus-wayne ( the actual sweetest of hearts ??? all their doodles make my entire day, and anything they write me is 100% guaranteed to make me smile. also just the nicest person to talk to ooc, always so fun and kind )

@stillcominback ( ahhhhhh. i believe in rick grimes, but most importantly, i believe in laurel. she is the easiest person to become friends with because she treats you like a bestie the moment you meet. i forever adore her and smile just thinking about all our screamy chats 

@mistressmxleficent ( ugh briar is someone that i can’t even do words right with??? like she honestly means so much to me that words just fucking fall flat on their face when i try to do her justice with them??? so just imagine me doing this weird face of screaming and crying instead )

@americanasitgets ( oh my god, gabby is somehow even funnier in private chats than she is on the dash, which i know, is tough to believe. but seriously, she makes me actual all out, bust out laughing. also, she’s writing goals, what the fuck )

@atomblonde ( another person inspires the classic “oh my god” response from me. no seriously. oh my god. such a fun, funny, and fantastic person to be friends....and to write the gayest ship ever with oops. )

@butlerrisms ( i adore belinda like absolute crazy. we can jump around from a whole menu of cool topics, and i love her opinions about all the things. i also love how all her characters amuse the heck out of me. )

@capedhope ( oh gosh, elena is such a great person in general. she has this beautiful grasp on clark and she’s so great at crafting storylines for him. it’s so much fun to talk with her, to plot with her, and to be her friend )

[dimplesandcurlsss]

My Fanfic Quotes

This is for the anon who requested I make a list of my favorite quotes from the fanfics I have written-- my fics are all pretty long so i kinda went overboard...reading through the first two was particularly nostalgic so I was copying and pasting all over the place! It was like a trip down memory lane. I feel like it wasn’t even me writing them. Anyway, anon, this is for you! I...hope you see it somehow! 

Drummer Boy 

“But then a surprised laugh spills out of Keith’s mouth; a strange, melodic sound and a grin splitting his face in a way that Lance has never seen before. His eyes shine, his delicate nose scrunching and his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. Lance somehow forgets all about that bubble of guilt, because there is a bubble of something terrifying taking it’s place.

Lance wants to hear that laugh so, so much more.”

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“He takes a long drag, eyes fluttering shut. He wonders why the spot where Keith’s knee is touching his feels like it’s on fire.”

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“He eats a chip, listening to the crunch as if it is a million cosmic explosions occurring right on his tongue.

“Oh my god, you are so high.” Kate is smiling now, amused.”

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“Keith hums a deep laugh, barely audible. “You’re cute when you're angry.”

Lance just stares at him, blinking. “I-uh..” He falters. “I- wha-“

“Don’t hurt yourself. Also, we’re here.” He says, pointing upwards. 

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“How can you like Cheetos but not Doritos?”

“They’re not fluffy enough!”

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(in regards to the spot where he likes being touched)--“So there. That is confidential information though. For the most part, the unfortunate bastards who wanna fuck me have to figure it out themselves. So don’t go around blabbing. It’s a trade secret.” Keith’s tone is serious, but he has a goofy smile plastered onto his face, and his cheeks are flushed like he is embarrassed.”

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To: Lance

Did you know that a whale dick is called a dork?

To: Keith

You’re a dork. Go the fuck to sleep.

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He knows that there are stars out tonight and he doesn't even need to look up, because Keith’s dark eyes are literally filled with reflections of the tiny silver dots. Lance feels like he could write poems about Keith’s face. Or novels. Or maybe telenovelas. Keith is smiling softly at him, probably waiting for him to speak, but he has completely forgotten how.

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“I don’t know whats going on Hunk. I see him and then I just want to see him again and again. I like his smile, and his hair, and his stupid lip ring, and I can’t, for the life of me, stop thinking about him. I mean, not that I’m thinking about him, you know? But like, he likes Cheetos? And he has anger issues. But like, not really anymore—“

“Lance.”

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“And I didn’t realize until he was fucking me into the mattress and I looked over his shoulder and saw a giant squirrel staring down at me.”

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“You called me beautiful last night.” Keith says, voice low and soft.

“Because you are.” Lance breathes, finally giving in.

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Lance plops down at Hunk’s counter. “Do you have any alcohol? I need to get wasted. Actually? Lets just go out to the parking lot and you can run me over with your car. But you have to make sure to at least put me in a coma for eighty years, so that when I wake up everyone I know is dead.”

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“Alright, I’ve had it, Keith.” Lance is holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re a frustrating, temperamental, manipulative and deceptive asshole with a god-awful temper and a horrible taste in fashion, and I swear to god, I would hate you, I really would, if I didn't love you so fucking much.”

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Something Just Like This

“Of course, surrounding all of this camp nonsense is miles and miles of endless woods. Woods and nothing else. Keith is on a forest island. In hell.”

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“How the quiznack did that happen? There’s no way you just won.”

“We just won, Lance. The Loser Cabin just beat your doodle!” Keith practically shrieks it, excitement bubbling in his stomach at Lance’s dumbfounded expression. The rest of his campers start whooping and cheering around him.

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“Unlike Keith, this boy is made for the summer. He is made for the hot sun and the water, for grass stains and campfires, for giggling children and tan lines. He is light and golden and glowing, like the sun. Keith feels his face heat up.”

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“Lance walked out of the cabin to join his campers in the courtyard and Keith turned to Jack, who was sticking his tongue out at him. “You think Lance is dreaaammyyy!” He says exaggeratedly, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Hey, hey, that’s not—” Keith sighs defeatedly. “That’s a super secret, alright? So how about I keep your super secret, and you keep mine, okay?"

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Keith flushes, suddenly very aware of how naked he is. “I’m…skinny dipping?”

“You what?” Lance is grinning wildly. “You want to skinny dip? What the hell? Who even are you?” Lance is still grinning, eyes glinting again, and Keith is drinking it up.

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“Not only does he have to be trapped in a car with Lance, the boy who fell asleep curled around him last night as he sobbed like a child; but he also has to be trapped in a car with Lance, who looks so breathtaking in his stupid blue polo as the sun filters through the car window and lines his face with a golden halo. Lance’s hair is messy in the most exquisite way. He makes bedhead look beautiful. He makes everything look beautiful. He is so damn beau--

“Hey, tonto.” Lance’s voice lacks its usual mirth. “Eyes on the road.”

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“It takes approximately seven and a half minutes for Lance to knock over a store display. He has a baguette in one hand and a large plate in the other, using them as a sword and shield. He points forward screaming “charge!” and forcing Keith to push the cart forward. A pyramid of cans come crashing to the ground and they both stare at it, in mild shock, unsure of what to do, before hauling ass, paying, and sprinting out of the store.”

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“Holy shit.” Pidge says, to which Coran’s voice is heard somewhere in the distance saying, “Language, Pidge!”

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“Keith doesn’t even understand what is going on, but he laughs all the same. Because this is Lance and Lance is hilarious and beautiful and captivating so he laughs because what else can his drunk ass do?”

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“He briefly wonders, in his drunken haze, if it is possible to die from wanting someone so badly.”

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“You got me plane tickets.” Lance says again, softly.

Keith nods, trying to control the blush burning it’s way across his whole body. “I...yeah.”

At that, Lance lets out a sob that sounds oddly like a laugh and grabs Keith’s face, smashing their lips together.”

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“What if all of this is just a magic spell and I’m actually an ugly troll who takes on his true form in small suburban college towns?” Lance says, sounding genuinely worried.”

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“But reading physics textbooks with Lance sitting on his bed his different. Studying for exams while Lance doodles on his small whiteboard is different. Everything is just different now, with Lance around; and it’s a good different. It is like there is sunlight cast over all of the tasks that used to be mundane and dry.”

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(After keith gets horribly sunburned)

“Wanna know what the best part of this trip is?”

Keith continues looking at Lance with his eyebrow raised, waiting for him to answer his own question. He expects something cheesy, like ‘being with you’ or ‘spending time here with you’. But what Lance actually says is, “Now when I call you rojo , it’s even funnier because you’re actually rojo.”

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Follow My Lead

“You’re not from here, are you?”

The shots are put in front of Keith and he takes one of them, feeling the effects of the alcohol buzzing in his brain. “No.” He rasps, throat burning. “What gave it away?”

Mystery boy laughs. It is a genuine grin that shows off his white teeth and small dimples in his cheeks. “I don’t know, it might’ve been the shoes that are shinier than my car, but who knows for sure.” He replies.”

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“You saw him again. I can tell. You look like you hate the world a fraction less than usual this weekend. Something had to have happened.”

Keith sighs, rolling his eyes. “For your information, I still hate the world.”

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He can’t help it. He’s such a slut for vaguely asian guys in expensive suits...named Keith.

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“Well, maybe I’ve just finally found my soulfuck.”

Shiro raises an eyebrow at him. “Your what?”

“You know, my soulmate, but just for fucking.” Keith states matter of factly.

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Lance chucks a pillow at her. “If you’re not playing, then no talking. Hey Keith, ready to get your ass beat?”

Keith blinks at him.

“In...in Mario kart. Keith. Jesus.” He adds, shaking his head and laughing. Keith feels himself blushing, and chuckles nervously.

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“I bet there’s a special brand of ‘soulmate flirting’ that I’ll just never master.” His voice comes out sadder than he wants it to.

Lance raises an eyebrow at him, looking thoroughly confused and a little shocked by the awkward turn this conversation has taken. “I mean…” He trails off a little, thinking. Keith watches his eyes as they cast downwards, eyelashes fanning against his smooth cheeks. He turns away from Keith and busies himself with the papers on the counter again. “I mean... I think that’s just called talking .”

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“Jesus, you’re burning up.”

“Mmhmm.” Lance mumbles. “Burning up for you , babe.” He attempts a charming grin. Dream Keith looks at him like he’s insane and then rolls his eyes.

“Figures you would flirt when you’re on the brink of hospitalization.”

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(in regards to a sex toy)

“I'm going to guess that this--” he points to a rather awkwardly shaped end--”has something to do with an ass.”

“Wow. You should write a book.”

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“Sometimes, the way we feel just doesn't line up. But it doesn't mean...like, it doesn't mean you're not enough, or something. So just don't take it so personally.”

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(about a sex toy)

“Brace yourself! I figured it out! I think it's for women though. But I mean, a hole is a hole right?”

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“No, I…” Keith frowns slightly. “I really like it.”

“My deodorant?”

“Yeah. It smells good. Like...like how stores smell when they’ve got all the fake christmas trees out. You know, except better, obviously. Cause like...you’re not a fake tree.”

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“He looks up at Lance and tilts his head to the side, questioningly. It’s something, Lance’s has noticed, that he always does when he wants Lance to kiss him. It’s like he is tilting his head in preparation to fit their lips together. Lance doesn't think that he realizes he does it, which makes it all the more attractive.”

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“It’s just Lance. The same Lance it’s always been. The same Lance he sleeps with and then leaves five minutes later. But now it’s Lance Sanchez, who sacrificed a whole weekend just to save Keith’s ass, who wakes up at the crack of dawn to follow his fucking dreams, who gets excited over minibars and free pretzels, and who looks really, really good in a suit.

And naked.

And pretty much all the time.”

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Lance giggles and turns his head to face Keith, who has a small smile on his lips. Keith’s eyes are still trained onto the ceiling. Lance tries and fails to quell his rapid heartbeat as he studies Keith’s profile. How is this boy so gorgeous? What kind of deal did he make with the devil to have that face? “We’re going to have so much sex tonight.” 

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“You forgot to have sex with your fuckbuddy?”

“We got caught up in other things, okay?”

“Like falling in love with each other?”

“I’m not in love with him!” Lance shouts into his hands.

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“You know! That guy you flirted with at the gym that one day.” Okay, Keith definitely sounds psychotic. “He was all ‘oh hey, I'm trying to up my game’ and you were all ‘oh totally, you’re a ten on my super strict attractiveness scale, get in my ass’--”

“I was not--!”

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“Mornin’ sunshine!” He says, eyes bright. He's got a rumpled t-shirt on with some boxers underneath. Keith glances down and sees little cartoon bananas all over the fabric. He bites back a smile. Lance is holding a pan and a spatula over the stove, frying what appears to be an inhumane amount of bacon and some scrambled eggs. Keith swallows, and seriously, is he already blushing? He just woke up for god’s sake.

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It’s only been a week but Keith feels literally starved for Lance’s stupid, stupid lips, and when he feels them, something inside him melts. A very pathetic whimpering sound makes its way out of his throat and Lance responds by snaking an arm around his waist, pulling him closer as if to tell him that he understands.

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Tears fill his eyes and he can't get Lance’s smell off of his hoodie. A hoodie that he used to wear because it smelled like Shiro, now covered in the scent of Lance’s deodorant.

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He doesn’t know who moves forward, but then they are kissing, and it’s like thousands of explosions are going off all over Keith’s body, searing and popping and burning and it’s almost so good that it’s painful.

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Of course he feels guilty for punching Keith, but really, he didn’t know what else to do. It was either punch him, or grab him by the shoulders and scream “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU TWAT” and he wasn’t sure he had enough courage to do the second thing so he stuck with the first thing.

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Maria shakes her head in disbelief. “How the hell this even happen ? Goofy little Lance can’t pull a guy like that! Did you drug him? Oh my god you drugged him.”

“Are you ki--No! I didn’t drug him, you idiot! I’ve got game!”

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Slowly, and very hesitantly, as if he doesn’t want to break the moment, Lance lifts a finger to poke Keith's nose. “I would've thought that I at least bruised you. Was my punch really that weak?”

Keith giggles, swatting Lance’s finger away. “I was bleeding for a while. Does that help?”

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“These are a little small for me so, they’ll fit you.” He smirks.

“Excuse me?” Keith snaps. “What are you implying?”

“That you are a tiny, small, minuscule, ant of a person.” Lance says teasingly, listing the words off with his fingers.

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“L-Look, you were my soulfuck. Well I mean, that’s what I thought— I mean I initially had spelled it S-O-U-L you know like heart and soul and all that? Like soulmate except soul fuck but—maybe I got the spelling wrong because, well, you know, sole like S-O-L-E is… I'm not talking about like 'sole of a shoe' I’m talking sole like ‘solo' like 'only one' and maybe that’s the spelling I was looking for because you’re the sole fuck, like ‘only-one fuck' meaning you’re the only person—“ Keith swallows. “—that I want to fuck.”

Lance blinks at him. Then blinks again. “What the hell are you talking about?”

If you made it to the end, I love you. 

[arplis]

Arplis - News: Dad Finds His 14-Year-Old’s Comics Funny So He Decides To Post Them Online, And People Are Praising His Humor

14-year-old Jake has been drawing a new comic on the whiteboard on his bedroom door every single night. The talented teen’s comics are charming, funny, and they’ve already won over a large chunk of Instagram and Reddit. “Drawing is both a talent and a hobby of mine so comics are always fun to do,” Jake told Bored Panda about what keeps him drawing every day. “The main motivation, however, is the fact that over 10,000 people love my comics. I always try to have something ready when it’s time to post a comic, and I take my time to make sure they’re excellent.” Scroll down, upvote your fave Jake’s Door Comics and read on for our full interview with both the creative and disciplined young artist and his supportive father David. And keep an eye (or two) out for Jake’s first book which should come out by Summer’s end. More info: Instagram | DoorComics.com | Twitter | Facebook | Reddit #1 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #2 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #3 Image credits: jakes_door_comics Jake told us all about the origins of his viral comics. Like lots of great things, it started out with something done entirely for fun. “I always liked drawing little comics, but I haven’t really done anything with them until 6 months ago when the social media page started,” Jake said. “It all started when I watched a movie about a spelling bee that inspired me to make a ‘word of the day’ for my family to see. So I got a tiny whiteboard my dad had, put a hook on my door, stapled some twine onto the back of the whiteboard, and hung the twine on the hook. I wrote a word of the day for a while, but finding an interesting word every day got harder and harder until I gave up and l left the whiteboard blank.” However, the teen soon found other uses for the whiteboard. “I occasionally doodled on it and made comics sometimes (out of boredom), some of which my dad loved. My dad took pictures of them, and once we got around 50, my dad asked for permission to put them on an Instagram page. I was reluctant at first, but I gave my dad the green light to put the comics up. The page got 10,000 followers in two days, and I drew comics on the whiteboard more frequently. And that’s how it all began!” #4 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #5 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #6 Image credits: jakes_door_comics The 14-year-old also revealed what it’s like to draw his comics behind the scenes and let us in on his secret to coming up with great daily content. “It usually takes around five minutes, sometimes longer because of my hand erasing the comic while I draw (markers are not the most effective drawing tool). My dad usually gives me critique on the comics so that can take longer, too.” However, coming up with new ideas is much tougher than drawing them “Ideas are more complicated. My main source of comic ideas is my overactive imagination. I’ll have an idea for a comic, think, ‘Hey that’s actually a good idea,’ and write it down on a sticky note for future use.” #7 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #8 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #9 Image credits: jakes_door_comics He continued: “If that fails me, a good idea generator is ‘What if…’ For example, what if... ...you divided 0/0 on an experimental calculator? ...your fridge was, literally, running? ...a man hated puns so much he would kill over it? ...you played a sport with a ball filled with enough helium to make it fly? ...there was way too much caffeine in someone’s coffee? ...people noticed that whatever they say comes up in a speech bubble above their heads?” Jake said it’s a great method for generating comic ideas, especially when he’s running low on them. #10 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #11 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #12 Image credits: jakes_door_comics Meanwhile, Jake’s dad, David, says that his son has impressed everyone with his art, insight, observation, and humor. “Every night, he would draw something funny on his whiteboard, and I recognized how awesome they were. But the drawings would simply get erased and drawn over so I felt I needed to preserve them somehow. The easiest way was to just take a snapshot with my phone, and decide what to do with it later,” David said. “Eventually, the comics got funnier and funnier, and I decided I needed to post them online—if nothing more than to preserve them. I thought one day he would look back and see how creative he was at age 14.” #13 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #14 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #15 Image credits: jakes_door_comics Jake was reluctant for his dad to upload his drawings onto Instagram at first but gave in. “Things kind of took off from there,” dad David said. He explained that the main goal of this whole project was to unleash his son’s creativity. “Throughout this whole adventure, the goal was only to let Jake be creative as he wanted to be, and if it made people smile—then that was a bonus. The fact that over 20,000 people now have followed him on Instagram and Reddit is pretty mind-blowing, but as his dad, it doesn’t surprise me. He’s quite an amazing kid.” #16 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #17 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #18 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #19 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #20 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #21 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #22 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #23 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #24 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #25 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #26 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #27 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #28 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #29 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #30 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #31 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #32 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #33 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #34 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #35 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #36 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #37 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #38 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #39 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #40 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #41 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #42 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #43 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #44 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #45 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #46 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #47 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #48 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #49 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #50 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #51 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #52 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #53 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #54 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #55 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #56 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #57 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #58 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #59 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #60 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #61 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #62 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #63 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #64 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #65 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #66 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #67 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #68 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #69 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #70 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #71 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #72 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #73 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #74 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #75 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #76 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #77 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #78 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #79 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #80 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #81 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #82 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #83 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #84 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #85 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #86 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #87 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #88 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #89 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #90 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #91 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #92 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #93 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #94 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #95 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #96 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #97 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #98 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #99 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #100 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #101 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #14-year-oldArtist #Comics #HomepageFeatured #Bp-exclusive #ComicsOnBedroomDoorWhiteboard

Arplis - News source https://arplis.com/blogs/news/dad-finds-his-14-year-old-s-comics-funny-so-he-decides-to-post-them-online-and-people-are-praising-his-humor

[hirstories]

Abraca—switch! Or The Tale of Edward Elric vs. the Mischievous Body-Snatcher

Chapter 9

“Fuck!” Edward spat after Alphonse put him on the bed. “Why would—” he stopped, his feline eyes narrowed in utter contempt. “FUCK!” he spat again.

Paninya raised an eyebrow. “Wow...” she couldn’t help but comment. Shifting her attention from the cat to Alphonse, she added, “You need to slow down on the catnip, Al. The poor thing is going bonkers.”

Mei laughed nervously; Paninya raised her other eyebrow.

Alphonse stared at them for a brief moment then turned to engage in conversation with his older brother. “I don't get it neither, Ed,” he said, picking up where Edward left off. “He threw himself in harm’s way to save Winry.”

Edward looked at Paninya. “You really want to talk about this in front of her?” he said as he returned his attention back to his brother.

Alphonse shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not like I want to, but time’s ticking, Ed.”

Edward took a moment to consider his brother’s words; “Plan B” definitely needed to be reassessed. “I guess we only have this small window of time to alter our plan,” he conceded.

Alphonse shook his head. “Unfortunately.”

Edward’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I just don't get it,” he said, going back to the previous topic. “That bastard told us he was going to hurt Winry if we exposed his true identity to her or to others, but he literally jumped in to save her.”

“Sounds like something you would do,” Alphonse said with a knowing smile.

Edward chuckled, “That’s true.” His thoughts trailed off. He'd been experiencing this “cell memory” effect himself ever since he got stuck inside Domingo’s body, but something told him that Don Paco had acted on his own accord. “We have to move fast,” Edward said, returning to the moment. “I don't think Don Paco will be able to keep his act up for long. I’m worried about what he'll do to Winry the moment she starts asking him questions—because she will start asking him questions.”

“I know what you mean, Brother. It was hard enough to convince her it was my idea to keep his alchemy hidden from her.”

Edward grimaced. “Sorry about that.”

Alphonse smiled. “I'm just relieved that nothing bad happened to your body.”

“The leg got damaged, though,” Edward groused.

“True, but Winry said it wasn't anything major,” Alphonse mentioned. Almost immediately, his expression turned serious. “Don Paco will be back on his feet in no time—no pun intended,” he said, quoting Winry’s words after she examined the broken automail back at Atelier Garfiel.

“Excuse me Al, but are you actually having a conversation with the cat?” Paninya interrupted.

Alphonse turned to her. He glanced at Mei before saying, “What if I was?” He was quiet for a moment. Finally, he said, “How does that make you feel?”

Paninya blinked like an owl. She looked at everyone in the room before returning her attention to Alphonse. “To each their own?” she answered, laughing nervously. Her eyes slid to Edward. “But this cat does seem to understand everything you say.”

Mei held Paninya by the hand. “Why don't you sit down?” she said as she guided her to the nearest chair.

Paninya sat down, looking nonplussed.

Mei joined Alphonse’s side and waited for him to continue. Alphonse locked eyes with Mei for a brief second before returning his attention to the expectant girl.

“Paninya,” he began, pausing a moment to gather his thoughts. “You're correct. This cat understands me. He also understands you, Mei, and pretty much anyone else in Amestris. Not only can the cat understand people, he can talk too.” He glanced at Edward before continuing. “You see, this cat here is actually my brother Edward.”

Paninya sat on her chair with eyes unblinking, staring at the wall across from her in the small hotel room she got for the Elric’s a few hours before their arrival to Rush Valley.

An hour ago, this hadn’t been the case. She’d been holding her sides laughing—and who wouldn’t? Alphonse Elric dared to say, with a straight face, that the cat he brought with him from Resembool was in actuality his older brother Edward. The tale was comedy gold!

Things got even funnier when both Alphonse and Mei tried to explain how Edward got shoved into the body of a cat. Being playful by nature, she started asking them questions just to see what kind of fib they would come up next—because that’s what their story was: a fib. But her initial amusement quickly died down. What had been funny at first was starting to become worrisome. Alphonse and Mei said her best friend was in trouble. She got upset at them when they couldn’t fully explain what kind of trouble she was in. They tried talking about, they even tried explaining themselves through writing, but gibberish and silly doodles didn’t make for a convincing story. There was one thing she found intriguing, though, and it was Ed the Cat. The way his tail moved while she, Alphonse and Mei talked, told her he was consciously following the conversation. She also noticed that his tail had gone from wagging to stiff and puffed. Ed the Cat looked frustrated, and that didn’t make much sense.

Then things turned downright freaky when the cat took over for Alphonse and Mei. Paninya couldn’t help the scream that ripped out of her when Ed the Cat clapped his forefeet together and transmuted the mattress he was sitting on. And she couldn’t help but let out a string of expletives once Alphonse started admonishing the cat for what he’d done.

What the cat did make a believer out of her. “How?” Paninya had to ask the obvious question.

”Necessity is the mother of all invention.” Dominic used to say, and that’s exactly what happened when the Ed the Cat started meowing to Alphonse.

“You want me to write the alphabet on the floor?” Alphonse sputtered what Ed the Cat had meowed. He also offered the group his opinion on the matter. “I don't think pointing to letters will work either,” he said.

Paninya didn’t need a translator to understand Ed the Cat’s response, nor she had to wait to find out what the cat wanted to do with the alphabet. Ed the Cat jumped out of the bed and sauntered his way to the letters. He meowed something to his brother, which Alphonse repeated out loud.

“Tell Paninya to follow my lead and spell out the words I’m going to form by stepping on the letters,” Alphonse said.

Little-by-little, Ed the Cat told the story Alphonse and Mei couldn't thanks to the curse Don Paco placed them in.

Paninya’s thoughts returned to the present moment. She looked to her left, where Alphonse and Edward were located, and said, “Edward, man...” She shook her head, then, after snorting sarcastically, she added, ”You really are something else.”

Edward drew back his lips and hissed at her. If Winry wasn’t in such dire predicament, Paninya would've taken her sweet time ripping on the older Elric.

“Winry told me she wasn't going to take long helping—” Paninya stopped abruptly, she didn’t what how to call that man.

“Shit-head,” Edward contributed.

“Don Paco,” Alphonse translated.

Paninya grinned at the brothers. “I think I’m going to call him ‘Ed the Man’ since you’re ‘Ed the Cat’,” she said as she pointed at Edward.

Mei giggled; somehow Alphonse managed to hold back his chuckles; and, Edward hissed at all of them.

Paninya stood up. “Let’s go! There’s a damsel in distress waiting for us at Atelier Garfiel.” She started for the door but stopped. Turning around, she mentioned, “Let me do the talking.” Then, fixing her gaze on Edward, she added, “Kitties don’t use alchemy, capeesh?”

Her expression suddenly turned distant as if recalling something utterly frightening. “It’s never a good thing to scare Mr. Garfiel,” she warned as she returned to the present moment.

Paninya entered Atelier Garfiel first. Mei followed closely behind. Alphonse entered last, along with Edward, who was resting on his right arm.

The front of the store was unattended, making everyone in the group instantly worry. Had Don Paco made his move while they were conspiring back in the hotel room?

“Yo, Garfiel!” Paninya called, but no one answered. A second later, she hollered, “There’s handsome young man out here desperately seeking for a strong automail engineer to give him a good tune-up!”

Mr. Garfiel suddenly appeared from behind the beaded curtain separating the front of his store from the workshop in the back. While clasping a dirty rag in his hands, he looked about the room trying to find the young man Paninya mentioned. Besides Paninya, only Alphonse, his cat, and the Xinguese girl occupied the space in his store. “Not cool, Pan!” Mr. Garfiel snapped as he turned a glare on her. “And I heard you the first time,” he added while he finished wiping his hands with the rag. After letting out an annoyed huff, he turned his attention to everyone. “I hope you found the hotel cozy—not that you had a lot of places to choose from.”

“How’s my brother doing?” Alphonse asked.

Mr. Garfiel tucked the rag inside one of his pants back pockets. Then, after placing a strong paw on each hip, he said, “Ed’s leg wasn't as damaged as we originally thought.”

Alphonse squished Edward against his chest, preventing his movement.

“It was a quick fix, really. Winry finished working on him a while ago,” Mr. Garfiel elaborated.

Paninya stepped into his personal space. “Why didn't you call us?” she demanded, staring up at him.

Mr. Garfiel’s neatly-trimmed eyebrows dipped into a frown. “Because Dominic called. He wanted to see if Winry could stop by his place right away.”

“Did Dominic say what he needed Winry for?” Alphonse intruded.

Edward looked up. His brother had used a measured voice, which only happened when he was really nervous.

Mr. Garfiel shook his head. “No idea, hon.”

Mei pressed him, “Is Edward with her?”

Mr. Garfiel smiled. “He's resting in the backroom. The repair took a toll on him.” He paused to suppress a chuckle. “I've never seen anyone cry the way he did.”

They all looked at each other. This was the perfect opportunity to tell the master automail engineer what was happening.

Alphonse gave Paninya one nod, the signal they all agreed upon to put “Plan C” into action.

“Mr. Garfiel,” Paninya began, only stopping momentarily to clear her throat. “There’s something you need to know.”

Mr. Garfiel’s expression went from amused to neutral as he stared into the girl’s big round eyes. He lowered his buffed arms to each side and curled his hardened hands into tight fists. After a brief silence, he said, “Does this ‘something’ has to do with our dear Win?”

“I'm afraid it is,” Paninya replied.

“¡Ay, que muchachita más dramática!”

Everyone followed the voice to the backroom. The impostor just pushed through the bead curtain. His eyes roamed the front room, briefly resting on each and everyone presently occupying the small area. A malicious smile spread across his face. “You Amestrians are so melodramatic,” he joked.

“Says the man that wails like a baby,” Edward countered.

“I know!” Don Paco guffawed. “According to your girly, I sound like a real wuss.” He sauntered towards Mr. Garfiel. Placing a firm hand on the man’s shoulder, he added, “Isn’t that right?”

Mr. Garfiel shook his head. “I’m afraid is true. Winry is turning out to be such a naughty girl.”

“There-there,” Don Paco said while giving the hulking man soft pats. He peeled his eyes momentarily from Mr. Garfiel to offer everyone a condescending look. “Where does this Dominic fella lives?” He asked as he returned his attention back to the engineer.

“He lives on the outskirts of town. Head east from here, and use the bridge to cross the canyon.”

Don Paco gave Mr. Garfiel a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. “Thank you, my good man,” he said before starting for the door.

“I would take a horse if I were you, sir.” Mr. Garfiel added.

“What do you think you're doing! He’s not who you think he is!” Paninya shrieked.

Edward’s eyes flitted from Don Paco to Mr. Garfiel and back to Don Paco. The bastard was smirking. “He did something to him!” Edward warned.

Mr. Garfiel connected a solid hook to Paninya’s face before anyone had a chance to react. The girl fell to the floor with a loud thud.

“Paninya!” Alphonse cried out.

“Al, let me down!” Edward yelled. Alphonse let go of him; and he landed swiftly on the floor.

Mei tried to rush to Paninya’s side but Mr. Garfiel got in her way. He threw a left jab at her missing the right side of her face by a hair. Mei sidestepped the man then jump back, keeping herself out of reach.

“Mei are you okay?” Alphonse asked.

“I'm fine,” she answered. Mei returned her attention to her contender. Not a single hair was out of place in Mr. Garfiel’s perfectly-styled locks. “This guy knows how to fight,” she said as the man moved around the place like a boxer after the bell rings.

Alphonse turned to the impostor. “What did you do to him?” he roared.

“Did you think I didn't notice your scheming?” Don Paco was quick to reply. He looked at Mr. Garfiel. “I just got myself some insurance.”

“You cursed him?” Edward accused.

“Charmed him,” Don Paco answered with a sleazy grin. “One kiss on the lips was all I needed for that man to fall under my spell.”

“You what!” Edward shrieked. To his utter mortification, the impostor began laughing.

“Looks like Tough Guy here has hots for you, cano!” He hollered.

“Shut your trap already!” Alphonse cut him off.

Don Paco turned to him. Alphonse clapped his hands together, readying himself to transmute.

“By all means, baby brother, use your alchemy,” Don Paco goaded.

Alphonse simply grinned. He placed his hands on an automail hand that was mounted on the display wall. The metallic hand reshaped into two double-edged daggers held together by a strange-looking hilt. “Here!” Alphonse said as he slid the weapon across the floor to where Edward stood.

“Thanks, Al!” Edward replied before biting down on the hilt.

Don Paco blinked a few times before a loud cackle ripped through his mouth. “So the cute little kitty is the one who’s going to fight me.”

“Damn right!” Edward said while clenching down on the hilt. He lunged himself at the impostor without warning, only managing to slice through the fabric of his pants.

“Are you out of your fucking mind!” Don Paco screeched. “You're going to wound your own body, pendejo!”

“What's one more scar?” Edward answered. He abstained from saying anything else, his grip on the weapon was weakening faster than he’d expected.

“You're crazy!” Don Paco cried, his eyes darting in all directions, looking for a way to escape. He found an opening and made a mad dash to the front door. As he ran, he heard more clapping. Blue sparks rushed past him, heading straight for the door, then the wood under his feet began creaking.

Edward expected Don Paco to crash into the giant wooden hand he just transmuted to cover his only exit, but the bastard managed to stop in his tracks.

“What the hell is this?” Don Paco shrieked. He spun around in a flash. Tiny sparks, remnants of the alchemical transmutation, still danced around Edward’s forefeet. Don Paco’s breath hitched, and his eyes rounded in disbelief.

“You know, Brother has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now,” Alphonse said, then paused.

Edward understood why his brother stopped, Alphonse was savoring the small victory, with every bit of enthusiasm like he was.

Finally, Alphonse said, “I feel sorry for you, sorcerer, because, even if you had wanted to, there was no real way you could’ve known the kind of person you’ve decided to mess with.”

[90stimkon]

macaroni and cheese

Rating: PG for gushy romance ew Length: 1,556 words  Pairing: Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei (matsuhana), background Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime (iwaoi)

Summary: Oikawa insists that Hanamaki and Matsukawa don’t look like a couple. Hanamaki and Matsukawa insist otherwise.

Notes: @cheesyshenanigans made a super cute doodle of matsuhana in these hoodies and it’s been haunting me all day.

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“Oikawa is staring at us strangely,” Matsukawa stage whispers to Hanamaki.

“He always does everything strangely,” Hanamaki stage whispers back.

“I mean the staring at us is strange.”

“Yeah, that is pretty strange. Usually he’s staring at himself.”

“Don’t talk mean about your captain if you know I’m listening!” Oikawa cries, now finally cracking. He looks away pointedly and stomps to the ball cart, not that practicing one of his float serves does anything to deter his two joking teammates, who approach him immediately after.

“So what’s with the staring?” Hanamaki’s the one to asks, but Matsukawa nods behind him, obviously expecting some kind of answer as well.

“I was just thinking,” Oikawa huffs, putting both hands on his hips as though it helps him carry more authority, “that you two don’t look like much of a couple.”

“Well that’s ridiculous,” Matsukawa says. “We’re a couple, so of course we look like one.”

“Yes, I agree,” Hanamaki says. He holds up a finger for silence and attention, and then dramatically showing a hand to his boyfriend: “We finish each other’s--”

“--sandwiches.”

“Ha ha,” Oikawa says dryly. He raises his eyebrow in a way that’s both judgemental and approachable, a way only their captain can manage. “I know that joke already.”

“It’s not a joke,” Hanamaki insists defensively. He does, however, puff out his bottom lip in a mock expression of Oikawa. “I really was thinking about sandwiches.”

“He mentioned it a few minutes ago about what he’d like to eat after practice,” Matsukawa agrees, nodding. He claps his palm on Hanamaki’s shoulder and they both lean their heads in toward each other. It looks about as affectionate as two strangers, but Hanamaki and Matsukawa have never been ones to demand attention in the same way Oikawa does.

Their captain sighs in a rare way. Oikawa’s competitive, mocking, and playful sighs were well known to any Seijou regular, but this sigh sounds…disappointed. “I can never tell when you two are joking or not.”

“We never joke.”

“Ever.”

Oikawa’s honey brown eyes sharpen and by the way he inhales, both of them know he’s about to say something, but whatever it is dies on his tongue the moment Iwaizumi walks up to the ball cart beside them. “You okay?”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa instantly gushes, wrapping both arms around Iwaizumi’s shoulders and squeezing clothes. “I missed you so much!”

“Hey, not during practice!” Iwaizumi says, but both Hanamaki and Matsukawa note that he’s not trying too hard to push him off. And his insistence that, “it hasn’t even been five minutes since I saw you in the lockers,” is just as weak.

“That’s five minutes too long!” Matsukawa fake gags.

“New couples are so annoying,” Hanamaki says under his breath, just loud enough for Matsukawa to hear.

His boyfriend nods in agreement. “You can never tell when they’re flirting or not.”

-

Hanamaki frowns while they’re watching Netflix curled up on Matsukawa’s couch, and he hits the spacebar to pause the laptop, where it’s sitting half on his thigh and half on Matsukawa’s. Somewhere out there, he’s sure Oikawa and Iwaizumi are rolling around on one of their beds as if they won’t have the chance to kiss a million other times, a thought that sends an annoyed prickle down Hanamaki’s back. Or it could be the fresh memory of today’s practice. “Do you think we’re not coupley enough?”

Matsukawa presses his lips together in thought for a moment and then turns to meet Hanamaki’s gaze. “Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe we aren’t very typical. But we can’t ever let Oikawa know he might be right.”

“Yeah.” Hanamaki sighs and leans into Matsukawa, idly playing with Matsukawa’s fingertips brushing against his shoulder. “Not that I wanna be like Oikawa or Iwaizumi. They’re too…”

“Flashy.”

“And loud.”

“Try hard,” Matsukawa agrees in a tone of finality.

Hanamaki grins widely at their easy, comfortable banter, and his teeth clack a little when Matsukawa smiles back and kisses him.  “We’re totally coupley enough.”

-

“It’s not like there’s a look all couples have, you know?” Matsukawa muses out loud, as they bump knees during lunch. Hanamaki looks up from where he’s eating the pudding Matsukawa bought, raising a brow in question. “If there’s about seven billion people in the world, let’s say there are three-and-a-half billion couples.”

“Remember to subtract the number of sad people who can’t get dates,” Hanamaki reminds, just after pulling out the spoon from between his lips. “And families, probably. Though who knows.”

Matsukawa’s staring right at Hanamaki’s mouth and it takes a moment before he agrees, “right. So that’s about five hundred million couples on earth.”

“Sounds about right, I guess.” Hanamaki shrugs off the question and lets Matsukawa reach out to wipe the bit of chocolate from his lower lip. His eyes narrow as Matsukawa licks his finger clean like it’s nothing. “But so what?”

“So there can’t be anything in common among five hundred million couples.”

“You’re right!” Hanamaki agrees, pointing the spoon at Matsukawa with a glimmer in his eye. “And if there is, we definitely have it.”

“Definitely.”

-

Hanamaki groans and shuts Matsukawa’s laptop shut. Somehow he thought Love, Actually would be funnier than it was, but it just leaves a bad taste in his mouth. “Wanna go to Oikawa’s house without telling him and ruin his make out time with Iwaizumi?”

“Yup.”

-

“Hey, Mattsun, pucker up like we’re the white, heterosexual couple at the very end of a movie,” Hanamaki randomly demands.

Without asking why, Matsukawa does as he’s told, closing his eyes so tightly that his nose scrunches and his lips pucker up absurdly, complete with a really, “chuuuuu.”

Hanamaki would laugh if he wasn’t doing the same, a breath away from Matsukawa’s face. There’s a quick click of the camera’s shutter and Hanamaki pulls away to look at the photo. “Okay, let’s put every ridiculous filter on it and spam Oikawa’s messages with really obnoxious pictures that show we’re a couple.”

“You have to use a soft filter and the ridiculous stickers,” Matsukawa helpfully explains. He points to the most ridiculous stickers with throbbing hearts and I-L-Us written in dainty cursive, stickers that should only be used for the nefarious of selfies. (Oikawa had sent them no less than five selfies of him and Iwaizumi with said sticker in the past two days) “Okay, now draw blushes and sparkles on both of our faces.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Hanamaki chirps, dutifully drawing exaggerated manga blushes and sparkles on them both. “How’s this?”

Matsukawa grins at the parody of romance on Hanamaki’s phone and gives him a thumbs up. “Perfect.”

-

Hanamaki’s phone beeps fifteen minutes later, just after texting a picture of Hanamaki and Matsukawa fluttering their eyelashes at the camera and making a heart with the shape of their hands.

[From: Still Owes Me Ramen] u both suck!!!!!

-

Hanamaki grimaces at his phone wallpaper a week later. He and Matsukawa both thought it would be funny if they changed their wallpapers to same selfie from when they spammed Oikawa, but it gives him goosebumps every time he looks at it now. “It’s kind of gross.”

“Really gross, actually.”

“So gross that I want to delete it.”

“I wasn’t about to suggest it, but I’m glad.”

“Agreed. It’s settled then. It’s gone.” Hanamaki deletes the photo and replaces his wallpaper with one of him and Matsukawa purposefully failing an attempt to form a heart shape with their hands. Matsukawa’s arm is pulled over his head to form half of a full-bodied heart while Hanamaki’s hand is held up to form half a heart shape with his hand. Hanamaki smiles at the old photo; it was his previous wallpaper and he missed it.

-

On a double date with Oikawa and Iwaizumi, Oikawa clings to Iwaizumi’s bicep and cheerfully suggests, “let’s do something fun and say which movie represents our love life! I choose Beauty and the Beast!”

“We’re more like Tangled,” Iwaizumi corrects, bumping his head against Oikawa’s.

Oikawa downright giggles and Hanamaki misses the days when Iwaizumi might have snarkily replied back, ‘who are you calling beast?’ Big sigh.

“How about you two?” Oikawa probes, snuggling impossibly closer to Iwaizumi. “Which movie describes your love life?”

Hanamaki and Matsukawa take one look at each other and say at the same time: “Shrek.”

-

“Yes,” Matsukawa breathes when Hanamaki points to a window display. “We have to get them.”

-

The next time Seijou’s third years are on a double date, Oikawa’s nose wrinkles in disgust the entire time.

“What is it?” Matsukawa asks, half out of irritation. After all, he and Hanamaki hadn’t pulled any pranks to receive that look (yet).

“You two look like a couple,” Oikawa says, sticking out his tongue as if he ate something disgusting. Iwaizumi isn’t so overt, but he’s been watching them worriedly the entire date as well. “It’s weird.”

“He’s the cheese,” Hanamaki says dryly while pointing to Matsukawa.

Matsukawa points to himself. “I’m the cheese.”

Oikawa’s gesturing with his hands in the air that signals a long tirade that’s about to happen while Iwaizumi shakes his head in defeat. It doesn’t matter to Hanamaki that neither of them understand his and Matsukawa’s matching You Are The Cheese To My Macaroni sweaters. All that matters is that he and Matsukawa know they go together like macaroni and cheese.

[arplis]

Arplis - News: Dad Finds His 14-Year-Old’s Comics Funny So He Decides To Post Them Online, And People Are Praising His Humor

14-year-old Jake has been drawing a new comic on the whiteboard on his bedroom door every single night. The talented teen’s comics are charming, funny, and they’ve already won over a large chunk of Instagram and Reddit. “Drawing is both a talent and a hobby of mine so comics are always fun to do,” Jake told Bored Panda about what keeps him drawing every day. “The main motivation, however, is the fact that over 10,000 people love my comics. I always try to have something ready when it’s time to post a comic, and I take my time to make sure they’re excellent.” Scroll down, upvote your fave Jake’s Door Comics and read on for our full interview with both the creative and disciplined young artist and his supportive father David. And keep an eye (or two) out for Jake’s first book which should come out by Summer’s end. More info: Instagram | DoorComics.com | Twitter | Facebook | Reddit #1 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #2 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #3 Image credits: jakes_door_comics Jake told us all about the origins of his viral comics. Like lots of great things, it started out with something done entirely for fun. “I always liked drawing little comics, but I haven’t really done anything with them until 6 months ago when the social media page started,” Jake said. “It all started when I watched a movie about a spelling bee that inspired me to make a ‘word of the day’ for my family to see. So I got a tiny whiteboard my dad had, put a hook on my door, stapled some twine onto the back of the whiteboard, and hung the twine on the hook. I wrote a word of the day for a while, but finding an interesting word every day got harder and harder until I gave up and l left the whiteboard blank.” However, the teen soon found other uses for the whiteboard. “I occasionally doodled on it and made comics sometimes (out of boredom), some of which my dad loved. My dad took pictures of them, and once we got around 50, my dad asked for permission to put them on an Instagram page. I was reluctant at first, but I gave my dad the green light to put the comics up. The page got 10,000 followers in two days, and I drew comics on the whiteboard more frequently. And that’s how it all began!” #4 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #5 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #6 Image credits: jakes_door_comics The 14-year-old also revealed what it’s like to draw his comics behind the scenes and let us in on his secret to coming up with great daily content. “It usually takes around five minutes, sometimes longer because of my hand erasing the comic while I draw (markers are not the most effective drawing tool). My dad usually gives me critique on the comics so that can take longer, too.” However, coming up with new ideas is much tougher than drawing them “Ideas are more complicated. My main source of comic ideas is my overactive imagination. I’ll have an idea for a comic, think, ‘Hey that’s actually a good idea,’ and write it down on a sticky note for future use.” #7 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #8 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #9 Image credits: jakes_door_comics He continued: “If that fails me, a good idea generator is ‘What if…’ For example, what if... ...you divided 0/0 on an experimental calculator? ...your fridge was, literally, running? ...a man hated puns so much he would kill over it? ...you played a sport with a ball filled with enough helium to make it fly? ...there was way too much caffeine in someone’s coffee? ...people noticed that whatever they say comes up in a speech bubble above their heads?” Jake said it’s a great method for generating comic ideas, especially when he’s running low on them. #10 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #11 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #12 Image credits: jakes_door_comics Meanwhile, Jake’s dad, David, says that his son has impressed everyone with his art, insight, observation, and humor. “Every night, he would draw something funny on his whiteboard, and I recognized how awesome they were. But the drawings would simply get erased and drawn over so I felt I needed to preserve them somehow. The easiest way was to just take a snapshot with my phone, and decide what to do with it later,” David said. “Eventually, the comics got funnier and funnier, and I decided I needed to post them online—if nothing more than to preserve them. I thought one day he would look back and see how creative he was at age 14.” #13 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #14 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #15 Image credits: jakes_door_comics Jake was reluctant for his dad to upload his drawings onto Instagram at first but gave in. “Things kind of took off from there,” dad David said. He explained that the main goal of this whole project was to unleash his son’s creativity. “Throughout this whole adventure, the goal was only to let Jake be creative as he wanted to be, and if it made people smile—then that was a bonus. The fact that over 20,000 people now have followed him on Instagram and Reddit is pretty mind-blowing, but as his dad, it doesn’t surprise me. He’s quite an amazing kid.” #16 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #17 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #18 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #19 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #20 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #21 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #22 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #23 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #24 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #25 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #26 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #27 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #28 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #29 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #30 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #31 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #32 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #33 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #34 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #35 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #36 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #37 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #38 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #39 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #40 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #41 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #42 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #43 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #44 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #45 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #46 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #47 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #48 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #49 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #50 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #51 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #52 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #53 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #54 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #55 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #56 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #57 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #58 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #59 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #60 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #61 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #62 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #63 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #64 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #65 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #66 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #67 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #68 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #69 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #70 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #71 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #72 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #73 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #74 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #75 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #76 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #77 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #78 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #79 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #80 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #81 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #82 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #83 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #84 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #85 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #86 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #87 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #88 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #89 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #90 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #91 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #92 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #93 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #94 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #95 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #96 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #97 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #98 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #99 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #100 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #101 Image credits: jakes_door_comics #14-year-oldArtist #Comics #HomepageFeatured #Bp-exclusive #ComicsOnBedroomDoorWhiteboard

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