#portland gear

[smashpages]

Dan Schkade + Brennan Wagner create a new hero for Portland in ‘Saint John’

Dark Horse Comics and Portland Gear team up on the four-issue miniseries.

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Rose City Comic Con 2023: Dark Horse reveals a convention exclusive

Rose City Comic Con 2023: Dark Horse reveals a convention exclusive #comics #RCCC #RCCC2023

Rose City Comic Con 2023 will play host to a brand-new superhero, made just for the city of Portland! Dark Horse Comics, in partnership with Portland Gear, presents the Rose City’s own masked marvel in Saint John. Convention-goers can get their hands on the convention exclusive Saint John #1 with variant cover art by series co-creator Brennan Wagner at Dark Horse Booth #701 for $20. Only 500…

[manybackflips]

I could take him.

Put him in a box.

Ship him to Portland, Oregon.

What’s he going to do about it? He might even like the city, the madman.

[hockeydogwoof]

A shiny PVC hockey dog just relaxing in the sun. *wags*

[trans-yllz]

apparently someone drove a car through a crowd of student protesters at psu and then maced a bunch of people...

[trevisos]

do i get an impulse kirkwall tattoo boys

[frenchtoastcomix]

[scenicworlds]

July 5, 2024

Packing for an epic few weeks of Atlantic Challenge. Portland, ME.

[radicalgraff]

"May thy riot gear chip and shatter"

Seen inside the occupied Portland State University library, where student protesters are preparing for a police raid

[smashpages]

Out this week: Saint John #1 (Dark Horse, $4.99):

Portland-based artist Brennan Wagner and writer Dan Schkade helm this four-issue miniseries that introduces a hero “built for the quirks that make [Portland] unique.” The project came about when Dark Horse teamed with apparel company Portland Gear to help promote the city.

See what other comics and graphic novels will arrive in stores this week

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Dark Horse presents a city worth saving in Saint John

Dark Horse presents a city worth saving in Saint John #comics #comicbooks

Dark Horse Comics, in partnership with groundbreaking clothing brand Portland Gear, presents the Rose City’s very own superhero in Saint John. Born and raised in the streets of Portland, Oregon, Saint John is unlike any superhero before him, built for the quirks that make the city unique. Cartoonist Dan Schkade and Portland native creator Brennan Wagner, along with letterer Frank Cvetkovic, bring…

[calmcalmcalmcalmcalmcalm]

I have an album coming out soon, check out the two singles :):):)

Lmkwyt 8")

[hockeydogwoof]

In PVC puffy hockey gear making the compulsory visit to Tim Horton's for donuts during a Winnipeg visit.

[stele3]

My mom was a flight attendant in the 70’s and 80’s, and she told me a story long ago that I think might resonate with people today.

In 1978, United Airlines flight 173 took off from Denver to Portland, Oregon. As they were making their descent to PDX, the flight crew noticed an irregularity with the landing gear and requested a holding pattern while they tried to figure out what was wrong. About an hour later they crashed into the suburbs of NE Portland, killing 10 people….but they didn’t crash because of the landing gear.

You see, they’d been so preoccupied with the landing gear that they didn’t notice that they were running out of fuel.

The crash led to a safety overhaul and a strong messaging that worked its way down to the flight attendants, and thus from my mother to me:

Keep flying the plane.

Keep flying the plane, guys. Take your meds. Eat. Drink water. Send that work email. Don’t spend too much time doomscrolling. Go on a mental health walk. The big scary thing will be there but there are a lot of other little disasters that’ll take you out if you let them.

[vyva-melinkolya]

hi, little corny (and much belated) new years post. 2024 wasn’t the worst year by a long shot but, i spent a lot of it frustrated and disheartened.

Before I get into some of the difficulties of the year, I wanna count my blessings and say that, the two tours i did in 2024 were an incredible experience, especially—for the first one—getting do so alongside Madeline who is an older sister to me. As far as my solo tour, the show I played in New York City was a big milestone for me. I had this weird aha moment where I was like, this room is full, and these people are here for me? I didn’t think I would see that day. Also, even though I did not put out any new material in 2024 (aside from a Blaze Foley cover), I am incredibly proud of the work that I did on “Perverts” and as always, working alongside Hayden is one of the most magical experiences of my musical life.

I work at, for better or for worse, a very slow pace, and also tend to work about 2-3 years “in advance” (for instance, the next two albums were conceptualized/had a good deal written and composed during the making of “Unbecoming” and “Orbweaving”) The 222 video, between re-shoots and a year of editing, was started in early 2022. Having “big” plans but little to show for it can give you whiplash, and make you feel like an imposter sometimes.

All this to say, breaking my laptop and losing the 222 video (right before it was finished) + a lot of logic project demos for the next albums, was a huge blow for me. I’ll say it again, if you’re putting it getting an external hard drive, get that shit right now, it was a big big lesson that I don’t wish on any other artist. Since then, i’m “proud” of myself for taking it on the chin and restarting the 222 edit from scratch (thank God the raw footage was in the cloud), though saying im anxious to finish it would be putting it delicately. The specific vision for the video is very tedious layering and coloring edits. I am extremely anxious to resume work on the next album. Another setback of sorts was the robbery that happened during the spring tour, in which i lost a good deal of the gear i’ve collected over the past decade. Was able to recover eventually and I want to give a big thank you to Jason at Fender for gifting me a new Jazzmaster. Also to Searows and Amulets for letting me borrow gear for the Portland Show.

Amid all of this, one of my biggest motivators in 2024, if i’m being honest myself, was the community here on tumblr. Seeing art of me, yal asking me questions about the music—it has really kept me going and i am forever greatful for that. I am very tired but still very determined. All encouragement and interest goes a long way, and i have very big plans for Vyva Melinkolya in the coming years, even if it might take a minute to get there.

-Angel

[flemingology]

doubts ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: jessie bubbles over after a particularly bad game

warnings: bit suggestive near the end

wc: 1.6K

a/n: hello!! first post from an eternal lurker, very nervous (but also excited) to post this, let's hope this goes well! :D

You watched on from the stands as another one of Jessie's attempted through balls rolled out of play, the clock mercilessly ticking away leaving the Thorns with very little time to get an equalizer in this game.

The rain was pouring down here in Portland tonight and it had not been her evening - to say the least. Between the missed penalty kick early on, a yellow card for dissent and one misplaced pass after the other, you knew your girlfriend would be disappointed herself for the performance she put on tonight - and so was her coach.

The substitution board being held up by the linesman, showing a bright red number 21, almost felt like mockery to Jessie. She trudged down the pitch and didn't even bother high-fiving Meghan, who was coming on for her. She shrugged off the coat that was given to her and flopped down on the bench, curling into herself for the rest of the game.

-

Almost an hour had passed since the final whistle, the game finishing as a 0-2 defeat for the Thorns, when Jessie emerged from the changing room, joined by some teammates, and made her way into the family box. You watched as your Canadian said hello's to parents and partners from others, until she finally reached your table. She hugged her mum and dad, kissed her sister on the forehead and then plopped down in the seat next to you, finding solace in laying her head on your shoulder.

"I'm proud of y-", you started and heard your girlfriend sigh.

"Don't give me this talk now, baby, please. I'd just like to go home.", she whispered the final bit of the sentence as she looked at you with watery eyes.

You nodded, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as you stood up together. You bid your goodbyes to your girlfriend's family, reassuring her mum that you didn't forget about the family dinner next Friday.

The walk to her car was silent. It was clear that Jessie needed some time to herself and her thoughts, which is why you didn't push it when she insisted on driving, even when you countered that she should be resting a bit in the car - considering how late it was and how she had just played 80 minutes of grueling football in the rain.

The short drive home was as quick as you hoped it would be, most of the Portland traffic avoided as it was now well past 10pm at night. Jessie reversed the car into your usual parking spot in your building's carpark - a simple maneuver that would get you hot on a different day - resting her head against the headrest once she had turned off the engine.

You tried your luck, shifting in your seat and placing a hand over hers that was still holding the gear stick. Jessie let out an audible sigh of relief, happy to be back home with you, able to release some of the tension that she had been feeling ever since being subbed off the pitch earlier that evening. You brought her hand up to cup her cheek, to which she leant her face against the warmth of your palm.

"Let's get you inside, hmm? You go take a hot shower, I'll take care of dinner."

Jessie had showered back in the stadium, but she liked taking a second shower in the comforts of her own home, not rushed out by a line of teammates that were waiting their turn to get a shower in. She nodded silently, pressing a sweet kiss against the palm of your hand before getting out of the car and entering your shared home.

While Jessie trudged upstairs, you quickly called this Chinese restaurant in town you two had been wanting to try out, ordering a quick take-away, a small gesture you knew your girlfriend would appreciate.

You exhaled slowly before getting up from the bar stool you had momentarily rested on, making your way over to the living room. You grabbed two fluffy blankets from the pile in the corner of the room, a heated pillow and threw them on the couch. You lit some candles, turned on some mood lights around the place, turned off the big light and plopped down on the couch waiting for your girlfriend to return from her shower.

Some doom-scrolling on Tiktok and a few minutes of dozing off later, your girlfriend emerged from the bathroom with a towel, drying the final parts of her hair before throwing it in the dirty laundry basket. She was wearing an old Canada hoodie, a pair of your sweatpants and fluffy socks, a homely sight you would never get tired of seeing.

She laid down next to you on the couch and took in your cozy living room, smiling appreciatively at you before snuggling her face into the crook of your neck. You sensed that she felt better, but there was still tension hanging in the air around you two.

"You wanna talk about anything, m'love?", you tried to initiate some conversation between Jessie and you.

She hummed against your neck, a sign you knew all too well, so you decided to push a little bit.

"I'm here, you know. I don't know what's going on in that pretty mind of yours, but I can tell there's something on it."

She slowly retreated her head from the crook of your neck and looked up at you, before shifting around on the couch and laying her head in your lap, mindlessly playing with the strings of your hoodie as she seemed to be contemplating what to say.

"I don't know, it's all a bit much at the moment", you hum, acknowledging what she said but giving her the space to say more if she wanted to.

"The move, the new environment, making new friends, not playing at my best...", she started tying a knot in the strings of your hoodie, which you let her. "It's a lot, and sometimes I question whether I can keep this up."

You frowned, not expecting her to say that. You opened your mouth to reply, but she cut you off.

"I didn't mean for that to sound so deterministic. I think." Jessie takes a deep breath. "I love football, I love the city and I love my new team, but I need time to settle in. Which, sometimes, it feels like I'm not being given."

You card your fingers through her still damp curls, a gesture that you know calms her. She gives you a weak smile. "People expect me to perform immediately, to hit the ground running. But it seems to be forgotten that I've just been transferred from a place where I didn't have consistent football, to a new team where I'm expected to play full 90's week in, week out - it's a big difference."

She exhales slowly, and shifts restlessly in your lap, as she has been doing this whole time while speaking to you. "I think what I'm trying to say is that I need a little break. Some time to settle down, to find my feet again. But I don't know how to go about that with the coach."

You nod, and look at your girlfriend with loving eyes. "I'm proud of you, Jess. I know how much you love the game and I know how much it's taking out of you now to admit that you need some time away from it for a while." You wipe away a stray tear that was making it's way down her cheek with the pad of your thumb.

And that's okay, for the record. More than okay. You're human too, baby. As much as you sometimes think you need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, it's okay to take a step back."

You and Jessie continue your conversation for a little while, discussing how she wants to discuss the news with the coach and the rest of the team before settling down together on the couch, her back pressed against your front. You turned on some crappy reality show, more indulged in one another than what was happening on the flatscreen mounted on the wall.

You started tracing soft patterns on your girlfriend's lower back, a sliver of skin exposed as her shirt had ridden up from all the tossing and turning she did earlier, while trying to get comfortable. You heard a low hum coming from the Canadian, a showing of appreciation for the small gesture.

One thing led to another, as you pressed small, tender open-mouthed kisses to Jessie's neck to which she eagerly leaned her head back, giving you more room to work with. Jessie wiggled her hips back into you, knowing what she was doing as she heard a little gasp escape your lips.

Your girlfriend's hand started wandering behind her, softly massaging the calf of the leg that you had wrapped around her. You slipped one of your hands to her front, sneaking under her shirt and starting to massage one of her boobs, as you both got shaken up by the doorbell.

It took you a moment to put the pieces together, but couldn't help but laugh at Jessie's puzzled expression when you got up from the couch, and moments later returned with the Chinese take-away you had ordered while Jessie was in the bathroom.

"Sorry, baby - you'll have to wait. We've got something else to eat first."