Please, everyone do not forget about that 2013 season — the worst to first, the tragedy of the Boston Marathon, everyone rallying around the city, the finish line, the duck boats, everything, celebrating at home. Might be down a little bit in the win-loss column right now, but do not let that erase any of those memories from last year that I get to wear a ring on my finger for. I’m proud to be a Red Sox for those times.

Jonny Gomes

Thank you Gomes.


In a heartfelt tribute to the ordeal suffered by Brett Ewins during his arrest and subsequent incarceration last year,some of 2000AD’s greatest talents dedicated artwork based on Brett’s greatest creations and characters.

Top:John McCrea’s superb cast of Bad Company.

Middle:Simon Coleby does Kano,leader of Bad Company.

Bottom:Edmund Bagwell’s glorious ensemble cast of Brett’s greatest hits,including Bad Company’s Kano(of course!),Deadline’s Tank Girl,Walter the Wobot and his sardonic,futuristic hard-boiled private eye,Johnny Nemo

Get Well Soon,Brett-from all Squaxx dek Thargo!

Fire Coming out of the Monkey's Head (Instrumental)
  • Fire Coming out of the Monkey's Head (Instrumental)
  • Gorillaz
  • Demon Days


Once upon a time, at the foot of a great mountain
There was a town where the people known as Happy Folk, lived
Their very existence, a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great clouds

Here they played out their peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.

Then one day, strange folk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses
But no one noticed them
They only saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead

In time, the strange folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty

By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest
The strange folk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things

And soon they began to mine the mountain
It’s rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls

Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
That chilled the very soul of the Monkey

For the first time, the happy folk felt fearful
For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep
Then there came a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany
So immense that it could be heard far away in space

There were no screams, there was no time
The mountain called Monkey had spoken
It was only fire and then, nothing

Oh, little town in U.S.A., the time has come to see
There’s nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me? No

John Boehner, funnyman.


every confession standing the same.
something shameless,
something pulled by its teeth into the light,

looking like your mother
with her back straight
at the top of the stairs,

unapologetic. her shadow
eating the ghosts behind her.

her shadow looking you dead
in the mouth.

that kind of nakedness.
that kind of unforgiving.

that kind of weight
slick on the heart.


In theory, being able to feel your soulmate’s pain should technically be a good thing.   You could know if they happened to be in some sort of danger, and a big motivation not to hurt them yourself.  These minor issues for most people were completely outweighed by the benefits.  For example how skin to skin contact felt so good, erasing other pain while you stayed in contact.  In drastic cases messages could be passed, and you could even potentially track down your mate.   You see the closer you got to your soul-mate the more sharply you felt their pain. The really sensitive with practice could use something as minor as a headache if their soulmate was close enough.

For Peter Parker, being able to feel his soulmate’s pain seemed more of a burden.  Whoever happened to be on the other end of his link, got hurt, a lot.  Not talking about stubbed toes or hangnails.  More like broken bones, knife wounds and other severe damage.   It had started with some excruciating pain one day, and then after that, it became a regular occurrence.   So much so his school knew to watch for it and take precautions.   On the bright side his pain tolerance threshold steadily grew higher.  

When he acquired the abilities that made him Spider-Man, his gifts helped him cope with it even better.   His spidey-sense would go off right before a bad attack came in, giving him the opportunity to brace for it.  His ability to power through them and handle most any pain grew.  He could handle levels that would put anyone else to their knees and just keep going. The own injuries he occurred in his vigilante life, briefly he wondered what his soulmate felt, thought.   Sometimes he wondered what kind of person his soulmate could be, if they took this much damage on a consistent basis. He wanted to find them, find out why, but he never had the resources, and it never happened close enough to him, until today.

Out on patrol his senses buzzed in the way that warned him to brace himself.   That he more or less expected on an irregular basis.  What he didn’t expect, and caused him to falter mid-swing, the sharpness of the pain that dug into him.  He made an awkward grab and stick on the side of the building, catching his breath and bracing himself.  Usually it would never be just one pain, but multiples.   Sharp, so sharp, his soulmate had to be close!  

Finally, he could get to the bottom of the pain that haunted him for so long.  Focusing on the pain, he pulled all of his focus and senses on trying to locate the source of danger.  He had some somewhat similar things with looking for trouble spots before, but nothing like this.  Spider-man let the flashes of pain come, and then let go of the building, letting instinct guide him towards the source.

based on an idea of joshnewberry and with an additional idea of an anon, I’m proud to present to you the “comedy & tragedy” fanfiction challenge!

The prompt of the challenge is easy, write either:

  • the absolute saddest fanfiction that could possibly exist (heartbreaking, overwhelming, the bawling-your-eyes-out kind)


  • the happiest fanfiction ever to be created in this universe (heartwarming, a fanfiction that causes a smile that doesn’t want to leave for hours)


  • This is a medium wordcount challenge, meaning: Please write at least 2K, but not more than 15K
  • Sign up by filling out this form
  • Remember to warn for triggers in your fic rightly! With such “extreme” prompts, trigger warning is really neccesary
  • The deadine to sign up is May 31st
  • Posting will begin on June 20th. I will send you a message containing your posting day on June 10th; please don’t post your fic anywhere prior to your posting date!

If you got any questions left, please ask me here.

Have loads of fun!