#calvin mccall

[battle-of-alberta]

Congrats to the PWHL, I think!

I wasn't the only one who saw this and got confused. Tsk, [dramatic sigh] just another grievance in a long list of grievances towards Ottawa. We should get the war room on this immediately.

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World Watercolour Month 3: Turn

obligatory stampede themed art for the month, enjoy :) trying to use up these gritty paints so i can reuse the palette for something else but it's taking a while...

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wow amazing, this didn't take 4 months to write woo! behold, a silly write.

Dec 3rd 2024 8h38pm

Dec 11th 2024, 9h16pm

Tailored

Calvin walked back to the living room and took a peek at Étienne, who sat on the sofa, exactly where Calvin had last seen him on his last walk in a couple of minutes ago. He’d been going in and out of the room for a while now, feeling slightly unsettled and unable to stick with a task.

See, the thing was, Étienne had been eyeing him curiously for the better part of the last thirty minutes and it was slightly unnerving. He would have asked Edward about it, since the man was better versed in Maisonneuve, but his darling dearest had abandoned him and Étienne under the guise of having errands to run and not needing the company of two children with him.

Now, Calvin had it on good authority that he was a Grown Man, thank you very much and he could behave himself in the grocery store as well. It wasn’t his problem if Edward didn’t understand the appeal of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.

The man was allergic to fun, clearly, and missing out on a well-balanced diet.

And, it wasn’t that he minded being left alone with Étienne, but well, there were times when he would have preferred Edward to be around to bridge their conversations or such. Sometimes, he just – felt a smidge self-conscious around Étienne. Or – felt Étienne was secretly judging him.

Or hated him.

Which, sure, was hard to imagine, but – it could be.

Like right now, when he would scoff to himself and give him a severe sort of look before returning to whatever the heck it was he was doing, half ensconced on the couch in a tangle of limbs, blanket and who knew what else that couldn’t be comfortable, while he did God only knew what.

Calvin would have asked, but – well, he didn’t want to bother him.

Therefore, he tried to keep busy and tried to not look at Étienne every ten seconds or so, but – it was hard. Did he have something stuck in his teeth? Did he smell bad?

However, he was unable to stay still and not orbit around Étienne and so, he returned in the other’s line of sight to see if Étienne would notice or react. Sure enough, Étienne scoffed once more and put whatever it was he had in his hands down.

“For the love of God, get over here,” Étienne finally snapped and commanded him to get closer.

He did as he was told and got over there as instructed. There was just something in Étienne’s use of his slightly more authoritative voice that reminded Calvin of who exactly Étienne used to be and the admiration he had? Still had? For the man.

He still firmly believed that he would hate to cross Étienne and get on his bad side.

That side was best viewed from a safe distance and not from the receiving end.

Before Calvin knew it, he was being manhandled, literally, by Edward’s other boyfriend. Étienne tugged at his pants and was all over his personal space. He was almost sure he felt Étienne pinch his butt cheek in the process.

Clearly, the man had forgone all sense of decorum and manners!

“Now listen here, pal,” He sputtered, “I know you’re all over my assets, but there are ways to go about this.”

Look. It wasn’t that Calvin wasn’t not interested in Étienne, but it was – well, it was complicated.

Sure, they had kissed a few times and he hadn’t hated it (it had been rather nice, actually,) but whatever it was he had imagined, it had been between himself and his active imagination. That and it had been well, slow and romantic like. None of this fast and apparently raunchy stuff like it seemed Étienne was set upon.

Gentle, really.

He knew Étienne was particular, but he hadn’t expected this either.

(The fast and raunchy could happen later.)

“Shush and just – Christ, get out of your pants.” Étienne said as if proving his point.

“Excuse you, I don’t just drop my pants for anyone! These are tailor made!”

But Étienne wasn’t paying attention to him and kept tugging and pulling even though Calvin kept squirming about and trying to bat his insistent hands away.

“About that; whomever tailored these did a piss poor job of it. Now, get out of these goddamned pants so I can fix them.”

Calvin blinked.

Oh.

“Eum, okay.”

He hadn’t assumed, okay?

But, well, he may have momentarily forgotten that once upon a lifetime Étienne had worked this field before and of course, he’d be a particular nitpicky son of a bitch when it came to hems and such. Calvin just didn’t think his tailor had done such a “piss poor job of it” as Étienne had so eloquently put.

His pants looked fine and he looked fine in them, thank you very much.

However, Étienne was having none of that and getting the upper hand, he had cleverly undone his belt and buttons and had pulled Calvin’s pants down.

Calvin had never quite felt so exposed.

He tried hard not to blush or stutter or look at Étienne’s stupid pretty eyes or – whatever.

“Step out of your pants.”

Calvin did as he was instructed, once more, and only nearly fell over once. Luckily, Étienne was able to steady him and Calvin did not think – absolutely did not let his mind trip over the sensation of Étienne’s hand on the back of his thigh.

Nope.

He was not losing his cool and composure as he hobbled out of said pants and then took notice of the underwear he was wearing.

Tiny little horse patterned boxer briefs that he rather liked, but he was almost certain Étienne thought were childish.

If the floor could swallow him up, it would totally be doing him a solid favour.

However, his game plan was to remain in control, calm and collected and so, he put on a brave face and soldiered on.

Except, said game plan went to the garbage when Étienne barely even said anything and instead took his scissors to the pants he’d been wearing moments before.

Calvin totally did not shriek in an unmanly way.

“What are you doing to my pants?!”

“Crisse, calm down; I’m just gonna make them better.”

“By cutting them to smithereens?! These were expensive!”

Calvin wanted to ask how, exactly, but of course, it was right at that moment that the front door opened and that Edward walked back in.

It was right then and there, as he stood only partially dressed, semi nude in front of Étienne M Maisonneuve, that Edward decided to return and join them in the living room.

It was right then that Calvin wanted to disappear.

“Oh? Hello?” Edward asked, clearly surprised by what he found.

Calvin was mortified.

“I can explain!” Calvin was quick to defend as he took a step towards Edward, hand outstretched as if he could do something? Fix whatever it was that this situation had turned into.

Of course, Edward just smirked.

And of course, Étienne was too engrossed on the couch with what looked like a hand-held sewing machine to offer any help or assistance.

The bastard. Calvin would murder him if Edward wasn’t fond of the man. Then again, maybe he’d be doing his boyfriend a favour.

Doing them all a favour.

(And where had the hand-held sewing machine come from? Calvin couldn’t say, he’d been too busy trying not to combust on the spot from the absurdity of the situation he was in.)

“Of course you can,” Edward grinned, looking far too pleased for a man who’d just walked in on what looked like a very compromising situation.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt.” He went on, “Maybe I’ll go for a walk. Is twenty minutes okay? Do you need longer? Try not to stain the couch, m’kay?”  

“I can get this done in less than that, please.” Étienne chose to say at that precise moment, not even paying attention to the actual situation at hand, still weirdly laser focused on the work he had to do.

Calvin groaned and pressed his face to his hands. He gave up. He was so done. Étienne was of absolutely no help at all like this.

Edward meanwhile cackled gleefully as he stepped back out. The man was enjoying himself far too much and it made Calvin wonder if he hadn’t planned this out, somehow. He wouldn’t put it past Edward to plot something quite so diabolical. In fact, Calvin was rather convinced that Edward was playing some long game of his own, but he couldn’t say for sure.

In any event, he’d just have to do something about it and show him.

Once he got his pants back, obviously.

And part of his dignity.

FIN

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(this is right to left not left to right sorry)

going through photos of comics i drew at work in 2019 that i never posted and nothing is funnier to me than this really angsty comic of ed yelling at calvin for ghosting him for 9+ months (and then the smoke alarm going off because he started burning what he was cooking) being immediately followed by this

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@allbeendonebefore this feels like something Calvin would unironically say (I mean, he's certainly planned that way at least…).

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I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls

[fandomnsfw]

Changes pt 7 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing:Scott x Reader

Prompt:None just came to me brahh pt 6 (since the last part didn’t just come to me)

Warning: SMUUUUUUTTT SO MUCH SMUTTT EXPLICT BITCHESS!!!

Annnnnd thank you to my darling Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics who edited while I went to my brothers high school to yell at some teachers!

ENJOY!!!!

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“I’m sorry I tried to control myself, Y/N. Didn’t wanna make you cry…but right now, nothing sounds more tempting, than to hear you cry out my name.”  His words ran through you like fire, his head lowering so he could kiss your ankle.  

His hands slid up your thighs as he pressed kisses to your smooth legs. Your breathing was stuttering the higher up he kissed and when he licked a strip on the inside of your thigh you arched off the bed slightly a gasp making its way past your lips.  

He sat up as he continued straddling your lower legs, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were glowing. You sat up to join him, his eyes staring down at you as you nervously reached your hands out to his shirt.  

You began unbuttoning his silky smooth red shirt, leaving shy kisses on his torso as you went. He cradled your head as you got the last button, his eyes full of lust but also love. You slid your hands up his body until you reached his shoulders. You pushed the material off his body until he took over to throw it across the room  

The way he looked at you gave you enough courage to finally move from underneath him. You knelt up in front of him before grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it over your body, unconsciously making sure your face didn’t touch the neckline.  

As you threw the dress away Scott started growling as he looked down at your body, his eyes scanned passed your bare chest to the Calvin’s Lydia had told you to wear. His reaction caused your confidence to grow tenfold.  

You turned around and crawled over to the head of the bed, checking over your shoulder to see Scott’s reaction. Pleased with the reaction you, went to sit down. However, before you could get off all fours Scott was behind you, his lips brushing against your ear.  

“I’m trying to take this slowly but you’re teasing me and if you continue I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from pinning you to the bed and fucking you right now.” He growled against your ear, his words forcing a soft whimper out of you.  

“So why don’t you?” You asked curiously.  

“Because I want to worship every inch of your body.” He whispered huskily in your ear.  

“I want to build you up so slowly and watch you fall apart for me.” He added his teeth grazing your ear, earning a shiver from you.  

“Then, when you’ve fallen apart I’m going build you back up.” He teased, his voice full of authority and lust.  

“And then…I’m gonna break you over and over again…until you're begging me to stop.” His words cause you to let out a quiet moan.  

Your arms were shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but before you could collapse to the bed, Scott’s hand slid between your breasts, his hand wrapping around your throat adding no pressure just holding. Suddenly pressure was added, his hand dragging your body with him as he sat up. You back was pressed against his, your ass pushing against Scott’s very evident arousal resting in his pants.  

His other hand started trailing down your body, stopping at your chest so he could tweak your nipples softly before he continued his journey. By the time he got to the hem of your panties you were a panting mess but instead of continuing he stopped causing you to whimper.  

“Are you sure?” He panted softly against your ear like it was taking every ounce of control not bend you over on fuck you like an animal.  

“Y-Yes…Please.” You whimper almost whining ‘Alpha’ but thankfully you managed stopped yourself.  

Instead of words his hand slowly made its way into underwear, his finger sliding through your folds earning a gasp from you. The feeling of having someone else touch you was electrifying but that might also be because the person is Scott. He groaned against your ear as his fingers reached your entrance.  

“God, you’re so wet.” Any other time you would have blushed at his words but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care and before you could stop yourself, the dirty words you been repeating in your head fell from your lips.  

“A-Alpha.” You moaned, his fingers stopping at your entrance, freezing in place.  

“Jesus Christ.” His other hand tightened around your neck, forcing a whimper of submission out of you. It shouldn’t turn you on that someone is almost cutting off your flow of air but it does, the action causing your pussy to clench in want. You bucked your hips forward, accidentally making the tip of Scott’s two fingers enter you.  

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You would’ve laughed had you not been so aroused and delirious.  

“I’m a virgin n-not a prude. I masturbate t-too Scott.” You stuttered out, trying to hold back the urge to moan. You grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand until his fingers were buried inside you. You moan at the feeling, his fingers reaching further than you’d ever been able to before.  

“I-If you don’t start moving your hand I’m going to f-fuck myself on your fingers.” You groaned as you thrust your hips to prove your point.  

“Such a dirty girl.” He whispered huskily into your ear, before he started thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, his actions slow and teasing. You gripped to his wrist with both hands as you tried to ground yourself. Your whimpers and soft moans quickly turned to whines of need and beg for release.  

“Pl-Please…M-More…Need more.” You moaned loudly as his finger tried to maintain their slow pace his fingers scissoring inside you in an attempt to stretch you a little more. Instead of answering, Scott took out his finger leaving you whimpering in his wake before he teased your entrance with three fingers.  

He slowly slid three inside you, causing you to stretch out which earned a groan of pain. Scott stopped as his fingers as they reached the depth they could, giving you time to adjust. After a few seconds, you thrust your hips, letting him know you were okay.  

When he seemed hesitant you slid his fingers out of you, before moving his hand from around your neck. You turned around so your bare chest was inches from his then you grabbed his hand and placed it back at your entrance. He stared at you with scepticism as you stared into his eyes. You moved closer to him so your noses were brushing against one another.  

“Stop t-treating me like I’m made of glass. If you don’t, I’m going to take control.” You whispered seductively, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. Scott’s eyes flashed red before he plunged his three back inside you, causing you to dig your nails into his arms.  

“Fine but you asked for it.” He whispered against your lips before he started thrusting his fingers into you roughly, his other hand grabbing your jaw as he leant a little bit to kiss you with a burning need.  

The sensation of his lips on yours as his fingers fucked into you was enough to make you cry out, but it was quickly swallowed by your lover's mouth. His tongue working its way inside your mouth dominating every inch of your mouth as he went.  

When he pulled away he replaced his mouth with two fingers. The tips of them pushing past your lips as you held your jaw in place. You sucked his finger willingly, swirling your tongue against them with intent.  

“God, your mouth is a sin.” Scott groaned as he watched you tongue curl around the tips of his fingers, his fingers never stopping as they pushed in and out of you harshly.  

Your hands slid down his chest before you came to his bulge stopping as you looked up at him with mischief in your eyes, your tongue still licking and sucking his fingers. His eyes narrowed but before he could ask you gripped him tightly through his slacks, earning a gasp followed quickly by a groaned.  

The fingers in your mouth slid out as his hand fell to his side, the fingers inside you freezing momentarily. You took this time to unzip his slacks before quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. You stared at his cock as it slid out his boxers, eyes widening at how big it was.  

“I may be a virgin but I’ve watched enough porn to know you’re big…really big…” You muttered seductively as your eyes hooded with want.  

“If you don’t move your fingers soon Scott I’m going to walk out of here and go and relieve myself.” You taunted, causing his eyes to narrow before his hands were in you, half pulling it so you head was leaning back.  

“You’re such a demanding little princess aren’t you?” Scott growled against your neck but before he could get angrier you grabbed his shaft, squeezing it slightly, causing him to groan against your neck.  

“I’m a Queen.” You muttered, a filthy yet flirty giggle escaping your lips.  

“Not a princess.” You added as you started pumping your hand up and down slowly, twisting your hand slightly as you worked.  

When he let go of your hair, his hands began pumping inside you with an animalistic speed causing you to let out a rather loud moan which could of be described as pornographic. You pumped your hand up and down faster as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt your end closing in so you gripped his arm, slowing his actions down.  

“Want to cum on A-Alpha’s cock.” You muttered earning a lustful growl from Scott. He pulled his fingers out anyway before going to get off the bed causing your hand the slip from his shaft, but you grabbed his arm before he could.  

“Where are you going?” You frowned softly.  

“Need a condom.”  

“Why werewolves can’t get STI’s?” You muttered with confusion.  

“They can get pregnant though.” He snorted but you let out a sigh.  

“I’m not that stupid Scott. When I started acting like a bitch in heat I got put on the pill because I didn’t know if we’d be smart enough to use protection if either of us lost control.” You smiled before pulling him onto the bed, resulting in him laid on his back. You shed your panties before sliding his slacks and boxers off.  

You threw one leg over him with a smirk. He stared at you with wide eyes as he scanned your body, stopping as he looked down at your pussy. He let out a slight groan, his hand moving to grip your hips.  

You pressed your wet heat down onto his shaft earning a hiss from Scott. You rubbed your wetness over his cock with a scream as he dug his nails into your hips with a gasp of pleasure.   

“If you keep doing t-that, I’m going to lose co-control Y/N!” He growled angrily his claws sliding out and digging into your hips drawing a little blood. You should've winced in pain however for some reason you moaned loudly as you stared into Scott's eyes.   

“Then l-lose control…Alpha.” You purred seductively, your hands resting on his chest.  

He lets out a deep growl before flipping you over so he was on top. He grabbed his shaft mixing your juices and his pre-cum together. You bit your lip, as you watched him pump his shaft a few times, watch you with his crimson eyes.  

He leant down and teased your entrance with his swollen cock, earning a gasp from you as you tug your claws, which you’d failed to see had made an appearance, into his chest leaving light scratches on his chest that healed quickly but still left trails of blood in its wake.  

“I’m g-gonna do this quickly.” He groaned as his cock pushed into your sex slightly. You gave him a nod and that all it took for him to pushed into you quickly breaking through the barrier. You whined in pain as you flung your arms around him, digging your claws into his back.  

“Shhh, it's okay baby…You’re doing so well for your Alpha.” He whispered, stroking your hair as he let you heal. The tears in your eyes fell down your face before the pain finally started easing off and you could feel your body start to heal.  

“M-Move…Alpha p-please.” You whined softly, your arms still clutching him tightly like if you let go he’d vanish. He started slowly but when you begged him to go faster he complied, his thrusts rough and deep and to you it was pure ecstasy. The full feeling he gave you, was indescribable.  

“S-Scott I’m close…P-Please.” You screamed, your back arching causing your chest to press against his, as you felt your stomach clench.  

“Cum for me baby.” Was all he whispered before you came undone writhing under him as he slowed his thrusts down, holding onto you tightly.  

“As soon as seeing you post orgasm is enjoyable…I’m not done with you yet baby girl.” He groaned as you clenched around his cock. You knew now that you were used to him, the fun began now.  

He pulled out and flipped you over onto your belly before grabbing your hips and leaving you completely exposed to you. You wolf was scratching the inside of your head begging to be let out, howling for their Alpha.  

“S-Scott…wolf.” Was all you could say, but thankfully he understood.  

“Me too baby.” He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, running his fingers up and down the dripping heat.  

Suddenly you couldn't hold it back anymore, your eyes began glowing as your claws dug into the sheets. You let out a howl, pushing yourself against Scott’s fingers. You heard Scott howl back before he was plunging his cock into you with an inhuman force.  

He began to thrust into you at an animalistic speed, his claws digging into your hips as he fucked into you. Your voice hitched as you whined like a bitch in heat, pushing against him meeting his every thrust with just as much speed and force.  

“Mate.” Scott growled letting you know his wolf had finally been let out too.  

“A-Alpha!” You screamed loudly, purring and keening against his thrusts.  

You felt yourself nearing another orgasm but this time you couldn't tell him because the only thing your voice could do was growl and whined under your Alpha’s attention. You clenched around him letting him know you were going to cum.  

“Cum o-on Alpha’s cock.” He growled, his voice barely human at this point but his words once against sent you over that edge for the second time that night. As you came you felt a warm feeling inside letting you know Scott had cum at the same time. Suddenly there was a warmth that spread inside your stomach causing you to gasp.  

It felt like something inside you was winding together. Your wolf finally retracting as you looked at Scott behind you whose eyes were will glowing red but he looked like he’d come to his senses.  

“Can you…” He gave you nod letting you know he felt it too. It felt like your and Scott’s wolves and souls were merging, it was a feeling that you could describe in any way except that it felt right.  

“Is that the bond?” You asked softly as you finally got your breath back, his soft cock still buried inside you as his arms wrapped around you tightly.  

“Yeah, I think so…It feels…”  

“Amazing?” You supplied causing him to smile against your shoulder.  

“Yeah...” He muttered happily, placing a loving kiss against your damp skin. He finally slid out of you earning a dirty moan to slip out, a blush quickly forming on your face.  

“If you do that again we’ll be going for another round.” Scott groaned painfully, causing you to giggle.  

“Then again looking at you ass on display whilst my cum trickles down your leg is worse.” He growled as he admired your ass. You grinned to yourself before leaning up so you could stare at him, on your hands and knees. You dipped your fingers into your heat, whining as you did. After your finger was coated in yours and his cum you brought it to your mouth, licking it off.  

“Yep, you’re not leaving this bed ever again.” Scott growled before he pounced on you.  

Part 6 <- -> Epilogue

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GIFS II

Bullet Train

Tangerine exit

Angry Tangerine

Tangerine

One Piece + OPLA

... Sanji ... :p

Sanji tears

More tears

Literally cannot stop

This scene in a different font

And another

Literally dying over this mf

Blond mf

A cover remake

Out of nowhere

Them eyes

Dreams

He deserves a hug

Adorable

Made a name for himself

Sanji quieting Buggy

I love them

Sanji

Looks at you like this

Your honor, I love him

The plot

Behind the scenes

He's adorable

Sanji gif board

He smokes

My heart

Taz pics

The fight

Sanji "hyping" Zoro

His chin

Sanji original

He's so effing cute

Taz running

Sanji in another life

New Girl

Nick Miller, Nick Miller

Insidious

Dalton in college

More adult Dalton

Twisters

Glen

More Glen

And more Glen

Oh look at- Glen

Misc

The most iconic priest

Matthew Lillard

The Beatles

The Band

Switched drinks

Knights #1-4

Last scene - Saltburn (I cackle every time)

Merlin and dragons

2024 Calvin Klein (hawttie)

Twister

Madness takes it's toll

Twitter with TGM

Makeout in an alley (pedro edition)

IT Script

Glen P

Holy-

Ben (Powell) Again

Scott McCall Commentary

The icons of Merlin

Shaun of the dead

DEAD POETS SOCIETY

Bradley the dorky icon

Merlin

More Merlin

Don

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Sexy Signature Moves: Calvin "Caress me" Haynes (bgeast.com)

It's truly a thing to behold to watch a Calvin Haynes match. It starts off simple enough with your typical posing/flexing, after all, the guy has a lot to show off. But soon enough, win or lose, Calvin's opponents are laid lust drunk and craving that big, beefy body of his.

Calvin "Caress me" Haynes (bgeast.com)

Like a cat in heat, his opponents never stood a chance really.  Sure they may have put up a good fight, may even have 'won' the match, but in many ways it sure looks like Calvin has conquered them.  I'd say it goes beyond seduction really, his opponents literally forget where they are and are entranced with some insatiable need to get their hands all over the man. 

I can't blame them really, the guy's signature move is a force to be reckoned with and falling for that manly, buff body can be every bit as debilitating as any other finishing move.  So with that, I bring you - Calvin "Caress me" Haynes.  

Appearances [Not all shown]

Calvin "Caress me" Haynes (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes vs Nino Leone (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Christian Taylor (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Bruno LaBeastia (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Kayden Keller (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Shane McCall (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Ace Aarons (bgeast.com)

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Let's Talk Inspirations

What inspires you to write? Is it an amazing story you just have to share with the world? Is it a desire to create something that sticks with the audience? Something that entertains, informs, or persuades even if that isn't its primary purpose? Is it to have to have something personal that you can look back on with pride knowing that you created something in spite of the difficulties? Do you just write for fun? Do you write because it's a good way to pass the time?

Furthermore, what inspired you to write, and what work do you wear on your sleeve as you create?

This is what I'm hoping to discuss today. I'm thinking it'll help us all get to know each other and maybe help us bond over some common interests. I'll start.

So, I've always been a big media junkie. Sure, I love animals and nature, doing things with my hands, certain aspects of certain sports (like baseball card collecting), and history, but my earliest memories are sitting in front of that darn television watching PBS Kids, Nick Jr., Disney Jr., and what might of been my favorite, PBS Kids Sprout.

My family also owned a few Golden Era, Bronze Age, and Renaissance Disney films that I'd watch over and over again. I loved Bambi, Dumbo, The Fox and the Hound, and especially The Lion King. My first memory is actually seeing The Lion King in theaters when it rereleased in 2010. I loved animation from the moment I saw it, and for a while, I refused to watch anything live action.

Starting in early elementary school, I started watching The Simpsons, as well as shows like Spongebob Squarepants, both of which would enrapture me in different ways. Aside from those shows, some childhood cartoons that influenced me were Franklin, The Minimighty Kids, Oswald, Pajanimals, and Little Bear. I honestly don't watch television shows or movies anymore unless I'm looking into a genre or want to revisit my boyhood, but those shows stick out in my mind.

(Side note: I know Minimighty Kids is a bit of an outlier, but that show influenced a spinoff comic to my longest running series, Stateside, so I thought it deserved a mention.)

A different revolution would happen around kindergarten, though. I started reading. Starting with Go, Dog, Go, I proceeded to eat up book after book. I was reading at 5th grade level by 1st or 2nd grade, and by 5th grade, I was reading at a high school level. Books opened up such an amazing world for me. Some favorite books of mine include Call of the Wild, Animal Farm, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Wayside.

But reading opened another world. That of comics. I was never very big on superheroes, but I loved newspaper comics. My dad gave me his copy of The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes and sealed my fate as a comic nut. My favorite comic series are Beetle Bailey, Garfield, and of course, Calvin and Hobbes. I also own several single volumes of comics that I've loved, but simply don't know enough about to truly call a favorite. Besides, who here cares about Belvedere?

The latest discovery of mine was music. I've never been very into music because it's loud and most of what I'd heard was the junk on the radio. However, my darling grandfather and mother teamed up to introduce me to proper music. They introduced me to country and later novelty music, which are huge inspirations in the humor and storytelling of my stories. My current favorite songs include Class of '57 (The Statler Brothers), Old Army Hat/America the Beautiful (Bill Anderson), Miles and Miles of Texas (Asleep at the Wheel), Wolf Creek Pass (C.W. McCall), and King of the Road (Roger Miller), but my favorite artist will always be Ray Stevens.

So that's what inspired me, but why do I write in the first place? Well, this post is getting long, and I'm sure we all have stuff to do, so I'll leave it here for now.

But before you leave, tell me what your biggest influences are, because I'm curious. Come back soon (hopefully tomorrow) for a discussion on why we'd even write in the first place.

Thank you! Have a wonderful day!

[battle-of-alberta]

GANBATTE OUT THERE ED-KUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[acetechne]

"Family" - Opus Daily Practice 19

Happy Family Day from our @battle-of-alberta family to yours :)

Family Day is an Alberta invention, proclaimed by then Lieutenant Governor Helen Hunley on suggestion from then Premier Don Getty to promote family values and spending time with each other. It has since spread to many other provinces, but is not a federal holiday. And yes, it's the same day as President's Day on purpose!

[randomoranges]

When it's the office Xmas party and you convince your boyfriend to show up. And then said boyfriend kisses your other boyfriend.

Ed's just waiting for his turn and enjoying the show lol

[nakamopapina]

Reblogging because I laughed a little too hard at Mac's joke.

(this is right to left not left to right sorry)

going through photos of comics i drew at work in 2019 that i never posted and nothing is funnier to me than this really angsty comic of ed yelling at calvin for ghosting him for 9+ months (and then the smoke alarm going off because he started burning what he was cooking) being immediately followed by this

[attichoney4u]

A fanart featuring @allbeendonebefore 's character, Calvin, aka the personification of the city of Calgary in @battle-of-alberta (Ed will also receive his own fanart sooner or later), and Lucky Luke, a childhood hero of mine.

For those who don't know, Calvin is one of the main characters in @battle-of-alberta , a series featuring personifications of citied from Alberta, Canada, while Lucky Luke is the titular hero from the comics of the same name, an Affectionate Parody of the Western Genre, and he's known as "the man who shoots faster than his shadow". He's accompanied by his incredibly skilled horse, Jolly Jumper, "the world's fastest horse" and sometimes, by Rantanplan, "the world's stupidest dog". He mostly faces bandits and outlaws. His most frequent opponets are the Daltons, four dumb brothers who want to take revenge on him, for sending their cousins to death.

The reason why I did it is because Calvin gave me huge cowboy vibes and Lucky Luke is a cowboy (albeit, we've never seen him attend herds), so it only made sense to put them together and have them wear each other's outfits (though, knowing Lucky Luke, he would never wear something as fancy as Calvin's 😂).

And now that I'm thinking it, I should have drawn them both in a similar style, but ok, enjoy the result, I guess.