deadline god

There are mouse traps in the Fake AH Crew’s penthouse. Old school, spring loaded mousetraps right out of a cartoon. It takes everyone a while to see them, and even then no one really takes much notice; there’s nothing particularly abnormal about mousetraps after all. Except that the penthouse has never had mice. Except that for all they are bloodthirsty criminals no one in the crew really has the stomach to crush a rodent to death; the Lads short lived plan to keep a pet snake to terrify Geoff ended not because the man in question caught them but instead because none were willing to handle feeding the bloody thing.

So the traps are weird then. The traps no one uses. The traps no one claims. The traps that seem to be multiplying. Not quickly, slow enough to slide under the radar, but month by month the boxes grow until suddenly one of the spare rooms is completely filled.

Which, understandably, is noticed. Geoff calls a meeting and the crew wastes an afternoon squabbling over who and how and why but nothing is resolved. Everyone knows it must be a trap of some sort, someone setting up for a prank or a hilarious stunt, and no one wants to be the target. The culprit does not identify themselves, and there’s more than enough secondhand glee and trepidation going around to muddy the waters and keep the guilty party unknown.

No one is prepared to brave removing the mousetraps themselves, unsure if some trap will be sprung simply by entering the room, so the boxes remain. It’s an uneasy sort of acceptance, no member of the crew wanting to complain and single themselves out, so the threat lays dormant long enough that everyone has to move on, has to stop actively wondering. Even subconsciously they still pass the room gingerly, cautious, but as the months go by and the bedroom remains closed the fact that the boxes continue to multiply is pushed out of mind.

And then Dan flies over to pay Gavin a visit. As usual he’s greeted with a celebration, drink in hand before he’s through the front door; the first of many as the night predictably devolves into something raucous and messy and seamlessly fond. It’s late by the time the teasing and story telling dies down, by the time Dan finally trudges up the hall with his bag, so it takes the crew a moment too long to remember that Dan’s usual room was already occupied. They thunder down the hall just in time to see - nothing. The boxes are gone, the room is immaculate, like nothing strange has been growing there for almost a year, like the crew’s fears were entirely unfounded.

Or so they think, until dawn breaks with Dan screaming the house down, waking everyone up way too early as they scramble to arm themselves and drag their hungover bodies towards the apparent fight taking place in the living room. The fight between Dan and what turns out to be literally thousands of mousetraps, laid out in concentric circles around the main room ready to catch Dan on his usual jetlag-early, half-awake stumble to kitchen.

The culprit would be obvious even without Gavin’s distinctive squeaking giggles ratting him out, perched on the kitchen counter and filming the whole scene on his phone, the areas around him lined with its own little wall of still-loaded mouse traps. Unfortunately, regardless of whatever protection Gavin thought they would buy him, Dan charges right through to tackle him screeching to the ground anyway.

The video winds up on youtube, because of course it does; Gavin is an asshole and sees no reason why the whole world shouldn’t enjoy his endless efforts to torture Dan. By the time Gavin gets the video together, including a time lapse of the set up, various angles from a handful of go pros placed strategically around the room, a slow mo replay of the dawning horror on Dan’s face as the traps go off and the angry bodyslam to close it out, it has all the elements of an excellent video. So of course it goes viral; passed around the internet at lightning speed, shown on various news programs, racking up millions of views before the day is over.

It doesn’t take long for the internet to point out the handful of infamous criminal lookalikes edging into frame at the end, obviously too soft and rumpled and hopelessly entertained to be the real deal, but still a funny comparison all the same. Even more amusing when the blurry footage almost makes them look armed, so-called guns a startling juxtaposition against the silly prank and cutesy patterned pyjamas everyone seems to be wearing. Combined with the obvious opulence of the room, and the kind of cash it must take to buy so many mousetraps just for a stunt, there is no shortage of people joking about the video being a candid episode of MTV Cribs featuring the Fake AH Crew.  

So imagine if instead of being notorious criminal overlords the FAHC were that one group of disgruntled office employees quietly sticking it to the man through petty theft, mild property damage and passive aggressive notes.

Geoff as the totally disenfranchised manager, who hates his cohort and higher ups more than any of his underlings could manage, constantly muttering insults about everyone under his breath and watching the clock tick the day away. He has somehow, very much unwillingly, managed to accidentally start collecting a little group of equally resentful coworkers to complain to and plan tiny little revolts with.  

Michael and Jeremy as workerbees under Geoff, who sit in neighbouring cubicles and spend most of their days complaining to each other about this nightmare office and coming up with excuses to call Gavin up to hang out with them. Together they play really petty little tricks on one of the managers who always screams at everyone, and when Geoff catches them at it one day they think they are done for. Jeremy sees his life flash before his eyes, Michael is halfway through fantasising about flipping some desks on his way out, but Geoff just makes a suggestion, tells them last week’s efforts were much more impressive, and goes about his way. From that point on he really can’t get rid of the two of them.

Gavin as IT’s wonderchild- there isn’t a piece of hardware he can’t coax into working or any kind of software he can’t navigate in his sleep. That’s really the only reason he hasn’t been fired a million times over, what with the way he ignores clothing standards (except for on  his inexplicable ‘Fancy Fridays’), rarely bothers with appropriately respectful deference, spends way too much of his time hanging out at Michael’s desk and keeps breaking into peoples accounts and leaving juvenile jokes and embarrassing viruses. But he’s just so damn good, and the fact that the terrifying head of IT has a huge soft spot for him doesn’t hurt.  

Ryan as the head of the IT department who almost everyone is legitimately scared of. Who likes the computers much more than the idiots who insists on breaking them, glowers at everyone who brings him their stupid problems and is way more built than any tech nerd has any right to be. Ryan makes the whole group amusingly nervous at first, he and Geoff have a whole infamous history complete with a public screaming match over an unrecoverable destroyed hard-drive after all, but Gavin drags him along to enough lunches for everyone to see he’s mostly just a very cranky marshmallow.

Jack who works in human resources and used to be so optimistic, legitimately trying to improve everyone’s experience before slowly getting crushed under the growing hatred for the business. Jack who knows exactly who is responsible for the near daily complaints their office receives about anonymous troublemakers but is just as exasperated with the management as everyone else so helps keep them all out of trouble.  

They take their lunches together, occasionally joined by Lindsay from administration and, strangely enough, two members of office security, Matt and Trevor. They make a pretty motley crew; half unnaturally peppy, half perpetually angry rainclouds, sharing each others misery and covertly planning their next big rebellion. Stealing stationary and packed lunches, spiking the punch at office parties, sabotaging the photocopier, posting embarrassing google histories, accidentally uncovering their bosses’ shady white collar dealings and making off with millions of dollars in stolen money. Wait, what?

artcanary  asked:

Do you have any tips for newbie webcomickers?

1) Start with something small.  If you think your story is small enough, make it smaller or find a smaller project.  Trying to do a grand opus on your first try is just cruisin’ for a mental bruisin’.

2) I don’t actually like making comics (by myself).  Make sure that you can handle the entire process by yourself and that it’s something you enjoy before you commit to it.  I’ve made the mistake several times of forgetting that I don’t like making comics and trying to start a project again only to realize it’s really not for me.  If you like a single aspect of comicking- like me, then find someone to work with.  Don’t commit to a huge project, just look around for odd jobs, do fan art/guest comics that allow you to do the thing you like in small doses.  I worked with several other people before I started working with Meg, who is the best person I’ve ever worked with on a comic job.

3) On that note, the right people make a huge difference.  And it may take a while to find the right people, but keep at it and you’ll find them.

4) For the love of all that is good, study and draw environmental art, perspective, prop design, and composition.  Draw things besides characters.

5) Buffer buffer buffer buffer buffer.  A buffer will do several important things for you.  Obviously it will create a chunk of material that will allow you to meet deadlines even if something (God forbid) happens like a medical emergency.  It will help you gauge how fast you can complete pages without the pressure of deadlines skewing the time, which in turn will inform you on how often you can afford to update while keeping your buffer up.  It will allow you better time to plan for holiday/seasonal things.  In all it’s just better for your health.

6) Plan time off.  Plan for time when you don’t have to upload story content and instead post filler or just don’t post content (but I do suggest filler because it keeps timetables consistent for readers).  Your health is important, take care of it.  You’re allowed vacation time and personal time.

7) Have fun.  Because if you’re not having fun, then why are you doing it, by crikey!

Sorey/Mikleo Is Romantic and Canon, the Cross-Tales Edition

Originally, I was going to wait on doing this until after I’d finished my NG+ play through since I’d spread out my original play through over 6 months (so my memory of mid-game SoreMiku is a little fuzzy, while early game and end game are like, crystal clear, lol), but since I’ve been seeing a few “SoreMiku is platonic” or “they’re just bros” and similar reblogs and comments, I figure now is as good a time as any to write this: SoreMiku is a romantic and canon ship, the cross Tales of Series edition.  Also known as: “And you wonder why a lot of us think SoreMiku is romantic when (insert other couple here) gets to do this.”

Cutting for length (this monster wall of text was nearly 3 pages long in Word), spoilers everywhere for other games:

Keep reading


me: i’ve got so many things to do im so stressed and anxious and aaahhhh

me: but what if i drew every clara outfit ever

Early sorting and planning. Working on a large scale wing that will open and close. Because of the large size, we had to make giant feathers at the shop. It’s quite a process. I was lucky enough to work with a couple of masters on this one. @toddog and Bob Newton. Feathers are incredibly mechanical and it takes a village of talents to pull off these deadlines

I woke up to 30 emails from students panicking and wanting feedback on a major assignment due tomorrow.

An assignment they’ve had for weeks.
That I met with them about for an hour yesterday- and most skipped out after 5 minutes.

To do all the last minute help they’re asking i would have to clear my entire day.

I have my own god damned deadlines and not an ounce of sympathy.

It was Jumin’s birthday two days ago. I guess some of my followers will wonder why didn’t this “Jumin fangirl” draw anything for him.

Actually, I did, but I was in a mess off deadlines one after another… This is the sketch I came up with but still can’t finish. I’ll have him finish as soon as I’ve finished all my deadlines.

God bless me…

One of These Nights (Part 3)

Summary: Benny adjusts to hunter life at the bunker. You take him shopping when everyone realizes he doesn’t have any possessions, and you learn more about each other. Benny’s pov.

Pairing: Benny x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: language, mild violence, otherwise can’t think of anything

A/N: part 3 of the Benny fic. Image is not mine. Hope you guys like this. It’s a little silly. I wish more people loved Benny…

Need to catch up? Read Part 1 - Part 2

Keep reading

I once gave God a deadline to be hired full time at a company I was working for temporarily. That date came & went. I was so mad! God, I sowed! I fasted! I lived right! I worked hard! Why can’t I get this open door? I didn’t realize it then, but God didn’t want me to stay at that company for as long as I wanted to stay. I had plans to set up camp & God was moving me. He was also showing me that my value and identity is in Him & not my salary, title or even what I think or what others think of me. In that season I learned to be content, work hard as onto the Lord, trust Him when I felt like I wasn’t getting paid enough and whatever else. I will take what I LEARNED in that test over a full time salaried position any day. So, pray for the will of the Father to be done in your life. His ways are the absolute best
—  Heather Lindsey