#sue appreciation

[wraith-demjin]

I want someone that cares that I ate a really good muffin

[xi-vz]

Spy, Writer, God

[dysfunctional-doodle]

I’m here in search of your glory

There’s been a million before me

The first design in my latest TMNT AU, The End Of Infinity (With You)! This is basically where each version of the bros is a reincarnation/combination of all the ones before, right up until Mutant Mayhem.

For some reason, every other universe has ended. The last branch is left in the hands of the mutant mayhem bros, who have no recollection of their past lives or how to stop their universe ending just as the others did. They are the last of the real ones, together until the end.

-> Commissions || Tip Jar :) || My Kofi <-

Can you spot the references to each version?

[stealingyourbones]

Today is the second time I’ve found a bone in fast food chicken nugget esque items.

When will my curse of finding bones in unsuspecting things end.

[w1ldspace]

fleeting glances 🍂🍂

[cybervom1t]

so what’s your favorite color, punk?

[totaly-obsessed]

Woso Couples Appreciation

Request a player | with @alotofpockets

[cardboard-writer]

DC couples by Caanan Grall:

Link

[pasta-pardner]

undead nightmare pinups

[mousy-nona]

First — I love your work and your account! Your characterization is incredible and I really enjoy your style. Second — Radioapple prompt! I know its a common one in the fandom, but I love the concept of them dancing/getting to know each other through mutual love of music. Not too specific, but I think it definitely has room to be cute! <3

A major sacrifice

But clueless at the time

Enter, Caroline

Just trust me, you'll be fine

“What is that noise?”

Lucifer turned around warily. It was always good to be wary around Alastor. “Music.”

Alastor gave him a Look. It was his “Don’t Be An Obtuse Idiot” look, the one he saved just for Lucifer. 

He sighed. “It’s a song. The humans come up with some interesting stuff when left to their own devices.” He waved to the radio sitting on his desk. “It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out how to connect this old thing to some of Earth’s music stations.” 

Alastor’s ears twitched, a surefire sign he was interested and trying not to show it. He lowered himself down onto the other side of the sofa, and they listened in silence together. 

And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it

Another version of me, I was in it

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.

“I’ve never heard of these instruments,” Alastor mused. 

“Synth? It’s a pretty new invention. I believe it was heavily popular around the 1980s, and it’s gone in and out of style since then. What do you think?”

“It doesn’t have as much soul as a good saxophone or a piano riff, but it’s not horrible.” Alastor admitted. “I don’t suppose humans on Earth still listen to singers like Ella Fitzgerald?”

“Hard to match a once-in-a-lifetime artist like Ella,” Lucifer remarked. Alastor snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with pure, genuine delight. It was rare to see him so excited about anything that didn’t have anything to do with blood or death, and Lucifer drank it in like a man dying of thirst. 

“Exactly,” Alastor grinned. “I see you don’t have completely irredeemable taste in music.”

“She’s fantastic, but you will not believe some of the stuff they have up there now.”

Alastor glanced at him with poorly disguised interest. “You don’t say? Do you happen to listen to these stations quite often?”

“Every night.” 

Alastor paused, as if weighing his next words. “Would you mind a little company?”

The smile that exploded from Lucifer was unexpected – but not unwanted. And that was how the king of Hell and the Radio Demon declared a truce every night, between the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM.

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“Boy, you’re in for a treat today,” Lucifer said as soon as Alastor walked in. “They’re playing electro swing on 58.3 The Breeze.” 

Alastor furrowed his brow. “Electro…swing?” He shuddered. “Sounds positively horrid. Why ruin a perfectly good thing with extra noises?” 

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Lucifer scowled. “Sit down, shut up, and give it a chance, will you?”

To his credit, Alastor did sit and shut up – for approximately ten seconds. Then he groaned. “This is a travesty. They’re calling this garbage swing?” 

“Electro swing,” Lucifer corrected. 

“No, no, enough of this swill.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the song immediately cut off. “Let me show what true swing sounds like.” 

A moment’s pause, then a new song came on the speakers.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…

Lucifer perked up. “This is…Louis Armstrong?” Just the sound of his voice brought back whispers of slower times, of smoky jazz clubs and whiskey in crystal glasses, of dreams laid out on silver screens. Suddenly, it was the 1950s again.

Alastor bowed and held out his hand, every move so darkly dashing it would make Fred Astaire weep with envy. But his eyes gleamed with challenge.

Dance with me? Asked Louis and Ella.

Spellbound, Lucifer took the devil’s hand. He placed the other on his shoulder hesitantly, but Alastor’s grip was strong and sure as he slowly led him around the room. 

“I want my arms about you, the charms about you will carry me through,” Alastor hummed along. The old-fashioned words were perfect in his radio static, as if the song was made for the two of them, for this very moment. 

Relax, you silly goose. He’s just singing the song. He’s not talking about you, Lucifer tried to reason with himself, but it was exceedingly difficult to think straight with Alastor’s face so very close. His voice – oddly lovely for a man who specialized in conducting screams – cast a spell over them. Time stopped. And Lucifer relaxed, letting Alastor’s song chase his worries away. 

“Heaven, I’m in heaven!” 

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And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

“You’re listening to this again?” 

Lucifer blushed and scrambled to change it to another station, but Alastor materialized in front of the radio and covered the fast forward button with his hand before he could get to it. Damn those tricksy shadows of his.  

“I…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yes, that is one of the benefits of teleportation,” he said, as effortlessly smug as always.

“It’s not our usual time,” Lucifer frowned, peeking at the clock. 10 PM. Far too early for what was quickly becoming his favorite hour of the day, although he’d never admit it out loud. 

“Well, I heard a cry for help coming from this room, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and pop my head in,” Alastor said.

“Cry for help–” Lucifer started indignantly, but Alastor put a finger to his lips. 

And the damn song was still playing. 

So when everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive…

Lucifer turned so red his entire face resembled a tomato on fire. “I can listen to whatever I want during my private time,” he spluttered.

“That would be true, but I can hear your ‘private time’ from the other end of the hotel.” Alastor sighed, as if no one else in the history of the world had ever experienced the pain of a noisy neighbor. “So I decided to check on you, just to make sure you hadn’t fully devolved into an angsty child.”

“It’s silly, I know, but sometimes listening to this stuff makes me feel…like I’m not so alone,” Lucifer admitted, not quite able to look the demon in the eye. “It’s been a tough couple of years.” Tough couple of hundred years, but who’s counting? 

Alastor didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. Eventually, they turned the radio to another station – Billboard Top 100s, this time – and Alastor’s horrified face at “Think U The Shit (Fart)” made Lucifer laugh so hard water came out of his nose. 

He completely forgot about his depression. At least for the rest of the night. And that was enough. That was more than Lucifer had had in a long time. 

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The next day, Lucifer came back to his room to find an old-fashioned ‘30s vinyl record player perched on his desk. A vinyl had already been set up, its arm perched delicately halfway through a song, ready for Lucifer to hit Play. 

Attached to it was a note.

As a thank you for all the new music. -A.

So Lucifer hit Play.

Immediately, the swing of the sax and Ella’s clear, dulcet tones filtered through the speakers. 

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

From now on

I never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going oh-so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

The record stopped there, as abruptly as if the entire track had been magically wiped. No matter how many times he tried to reset it and play it again, that was the only verse on the record. 

It didn’t matter. Had Alastor forgotten how ancient he truly was? Lucifer had been around for the dinosaurs, the age of ice, man’s first cities, and the launch to the moon. He remembered the greats, because that was his job. He was to live, and he was to bear witness.

He knew the rest of the song, even if Alastor had gone to such great lengths to erase it. 

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my how they fly…

He smiled. And he sang along, letting the vinyl spin and spin until the words themselves were nothing but senseless sounds and only Alastor’s promise remained. 

“Blue days, all of them gone. Nothing but blue skies, from now on…”

[a-lexia11]

Leah Williamson?Serena Williams?Sue Bird?Dawn Staley?Megan Rapinoe?

All of them in one pic? Amazing.

Next I would like a picture of Alexia with her idol,Serena Williams,please and thank you.

Also Leah please get your ass back to London,we need to train now! Pre-season is starting this month girlie!

[lickthecowhappy]

Yeah, I COULD do my job...

OR I could go through all my favorite good omens artists and queue up a few hundred posts...

[laylajeffany]

one of the songs from Enid's 'pining lesbian playlist' that she had to turn off because it was just too real

this chapter: Wednesday's confessions, kisses, and a surprise ending that made me laugh and I wish that the video footage Wednesday captured actually existed

also author spectacularly failed the 'keep it at 10k or less per chapter' challenge but since it was self-induced I don't think there's any real consequences

[dvrcos]

what are your thoughts on a kiss cam at the foxes' games?

Oooo this is fun! I think for sure there’s a kiss cam at the Foxes games, it’s a given for college sporting events.

I don’t think the Foxes pay attention too it though, yaknow too busy playing the game. I think Nicky and Allison would have fun watching it together when they’re sitting on the bench (the Nicky and Allison duo is so dear to me because you can’t convince me they wouldn’t have the most fun talking shit with each other).

Anyhow, one day Nicky meets the guy who runs the kiss cam camera in one of his classes. And they hit it off and as soon as Nicky learns he runs the kiss cam, he knows he has an opportunity brewing that he just cannot miss.

So he goes to Allison and they scheme. They bribe this kiss cam dude to point the kiss cam at the Foxes bench whenever Kevin is out of the game. And they make sure the upperclassman are in on it, they leave the monsters out because they don’t want it getting back to Kevin too quickly. Plus it’s just as fun to see their confused reactions as it is Kevin’s.

And lo and behold, during their next home game the kiss cam lands on the Foxes bench the moment Kevin gets off the court. And by some luck of the draw, Nicky is the one he decides to sit down beside. Nicky is absolutely rolling with laughter when Kevin sees himself on the kiss cam with Nicky.

So Nicky places the biggest, sloppiest kiss he can muster right on Kevin’s cheek before Kevin can pull away. And Kevin is so confused and caught of guard, he’s wiping the spit off his cheek and shoving Nicky’s shoulder (but he’s also smiling a bit).

The next time Kevin gets called off the court he sits in between Allison and Renee. And Kevin doesn’t even see that he’s on the big screen this time so he’s even more surprised when both women kiss his cheeks at the same time. And he’s spluttering and again so fucking confused.

Even Wymack and the new recruits catch on. Kevin walks off the court and Wymack grabs his cheeks as he walks pasts, pulling him down and pressing the shortest kiss to his forehead. Kevin starts sitting next to the freshman to get away from whatever the fuck is going on with the upperclassman, not yet connecting the dots. And the freshman just have to play along and kiss his cheeks and temples whenever they get put on the cam.

Kevin is so genuinely confused by it but he also can’t bring himself to be too pissed off. He just pushes whoever it is away lightly, wipes his cheek and smiles to himself while watching the game. The upperclassman have never seen Kevin so casually happy and relaxed. Their prank has kind of backfired but in the best way possible and they’re alright with that.

But oh that one fateful day. Kevin, of course, gets called off the court to be subbed in for Neil and he takes Neil’s seat. Which is right next to Aaron. And of course the kiss cam focuses right on the pair and Allison (also on the bench) just dismisses it, Aaron doesn’t know about the prank so there’s no way he plays along with it.

Until one of the freshman nudges Aaron’s shoulder to bring is attention to the kiss cam. And his pale cheeks light up bright red. Kevin follows his gaze and Allison watches the smug, shit eating smirk spread across Kevin’s face. He turns to Aaron and rest his hand on jaw and kisses him square on the lips.

And Allison is just baffled because Aaron Doesn’t Pull Away ??? He not only doesn’t pull away, he Kisses Kevin Back ???

Allison is shocked and if she could she would stop that game right there and then to ask every single question that’s running through her head. She does interrogate them during half time and they give her nothing.

Nicky and Allison of course don’t call off the kiss cam guy so The Foxes, excluding Neil and Andrew, continue to mess with Kevin whenever they’re on the kiss cam. And it’s still always shocking whenever it lands on Aaron and Kevin and they kiss each other, no embarrassment.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

ThePandaRedd Appreciation Post: Bill and Ted

This is me screaming into the void that I think my two favorite characters in the comic scene are Ted and Bill from the Pandaverse (the comics universe created by ThePandaRedd's tiktok skits). I freaking love these two because they are hilarious and I gotta say it somewhere.

Consider this a ThePandaRedd appreciation post.

Bill is a very long running Pandaverse character and is a professional henchman in Gotham City. He has been henching long enough to see the formation of the goonion, have batman steal so many of his bones that they're kept ground up in a jar, see the rise and graduation of every robin, batgirl, or other, and become so tired that he can backtalk his most consistent employer---the Joker.

Bill is a jaded henchman, mostly in the job because it's the easiest way to get money in Gotham, and because he's kinda in too deep to quit now. He's one of the best advertisers the goonion has, strongly discourages other people from henching in Gotham, and has so many residual medical issues from getting brutally beaten up by the batfam that he just doesn't care anymore. While he is regularly employed by the Joker, he has also been seen working for the likes of Penguin, Black Mask, and Bane, presumably when the Joker is in Arkham. Most other characters treat him with some instinctive respect for having stayed in the Gotham henching game this long, and he could absolutely go toe to toe with Superman if not just easily secure some Kryptonite and whoop his ass. Fortunately for Superman, Bill sticks to the Gotham scene.

Ted, meanwhile, is a relatively new character, and he has recently moved to Gotham from Coast City (where the Green Lantern lives). Suffice it to say, he is not aware of all of Gotham's idiosyncrasies and is still learning the wheel. If Bill the henchman is to be believed, Ted dropped out of the high school they both attended and may or may not have moved to Gotham for ease of employment.

One of his first appearances was when he'd just joined the GCPD and was trying to covertly get some info on the villain scene by asking Bill about how to start a career in henching. While Bill did not discover that Ted was working for the GCPD, he also gave away pretty much no valuable information since he instead launched into a rant about why anybody would be so suicidal as to try to START henching in Gotham City. His most recent appearance has him presumably out of a job again and noting some of his findings about Gotham as a Coast City Transplant (batburger's overrated, gang territories are gerrymandered, Robins are scarier than Batman, you'll be gifted with a water filter a gas mask and a gun upon moving houses if you send advance notice, etc.)

So, why are these two gag characters from a comic book tik-tok creator my favorite comic book/comic adjacent characters? Because they do exactly what they are designed to and narrow in on the every day.

Comic Books are a sci-fi/fantasy genre that focus on impossible stuff happening, frequently at a pretty grand scale. And while it is super cool to read or hear about stuff like Batman and his adoption problem or Superman being a basically god while still being the most human ray of sunshine ever, that's not even close to my favorite stuff.

No, my favorite type of media to consume is the kind where we get a peek into the everyday of someone in a vastly different circumstance from ours, and feel just how normal they are. I find a lot of comfort and humor in recognizing that even in very unfamiliar circumstances, there will still be simple, everyday things that persist.

Bill might be a goon in a city with some of the most insane and terrifying vigilantes ever, working for some of the most insane and terrifying villains ever, and the city is explicitly a commentary on the general shittiness of urban environments like New York, but that's not what he cares about most of the time. Instead he's busy explaining why you shouldn't smoke to his fellow goons, or dealing with the fact that his employer won't keep a reliable schedule, or having a crisis that he regularly has to run away from a 12 year old dressed like a traffic light or else die trying, or trying to convince people to mask up during quarantine, or promoting that fellow goons "do bad shit safely." And I like to think that if I somehow ended up as an evil goon in someplace as nonsensical and dramatic as Gotham City, I might respond similar to Bill after a while. And that level of normalcy and sanity persisting in such a fantastical environment is both very funny and very comforting. Human nature will persist.

Ted is similar. Everybody who has experienced moving cities knows that it can be disorienting and confusing and even a little scary as you try to figure out how things work, but you'll figure it out regardless and probably have a fun(ish) time doing so. Ted shows that the same principle applies even when those differences get cranked up to 11 and include superpowered and/or impossibly determined and crazy people. He makes my own experience moving cities where I joke and complain about the differences feel validated and it's just so funny to see someone react so normally to such an abnormal situation.

Ted's experience is something that can actually he applied to my own life, like when I learned about Rural vs. Urban stupid zoning laws or trying fry sauce after moving to the mountain west and having to defend my stance that it is an abomination. So seeing someone like yourself doing the EXACT same thing in such an insane circumstance both strikes a chord of truth and makes me laugh myself to the floor.

I also really appreciate that the PandaVerse in general has connected lore for what is basically a gag series used to affectionately parody comics. Something about people actually caring about their jokes enough to make connected lore makes me so so happy.

So thank you ThePandaRedd for creating Ted and Bill, continuing along with them, and making me smile.

Seriously, all this was to say that ThePandaRedd is cool, you should go watch his stuff, and that Bill and Ted are hilarious.

[nibeul]

Hi! I'm excited for your bad batch rewrite! I've really appreciated your star wars analyses in the past, so I'm just curious- aside from the obvious white washing problem of the show, were there any other specific things you thought were definite missteps/ bad decisions on the show's part? Thanks!

to be completely honest with you, I’ve only seen things about it tangentially at this point as I decided it wasn’t worth keeping up with the moment they stuck with the whitewashed models. The crux of the issue with the writing, if we ignore the fact that narratively, it’s a show built on racism, is that tbb would've been interesting as an exploration of what happened to the clones after the war, ie what happens to a soldier who's no longer needed, instead of a really bad attempt to make us care about dave felony's white men ocs. And they could’ve hypothetically done both except they didn’t, then still managed to fail at the latter part which is honestly impressive.

so I don’t have a real “in depth” analysis other than it’s just a poorly written cash grab and seems to be a culmination of Disney’s racism and focus on quantity vs quality, making it a symptom of a bigger problem when it comes to soulless media. there are things I could touch on, like how they run with the FMB trope and then do nothing to subvert it or make it interesting, or just everything with Omega’s character, but I frankly don’t feel like the show deserves that level of breakdown because any analysis would be putting more thought into it than the show runners put in themselves while creating this mess.