sometimes my mom will ask me if i have any advice to help my little sister navigate the treacherous waters of high school and i will never understand why she thinks i can help because in high school i
had such a goddamn mess of a backpack it took me ten minutes to find everything, which you would think would inspire me to organize it, but instead i started keeping a rubber chicken and a giant key and a wooden spoon and a fake bag of blood in there so that while i was hunting for my homework i would end up pulling these things out thus transforming my inability to find anything into a hilarious bit instead of a failure of executive function
would intermittently become convinced that i had a really obvious moustache and everyone was going to be staring at my awful girlstache, so i would paint on a clark gable stache with liquid eyeliner, thus ensuring that everyone would definitely be staring at my moustache and i wasn’t just paranoid
would have emotionally delicate days where i could tell i was going to end up crying for no goddamn reason so i would bring a three-foot tall stuffed toy dog with me, because a teenaged girl crying for no reason is a cliche but a teenaged girl crying into a comically large stuffed dog is performance art
dropped out after two years because i felt like i got the gist
Y'all ain’t shit gonna happen. We’re just making shit up hoping Anti comes back. What’s that thing that happens to scientists where they see patterns where there aren’t any? That’s happening to us now…we’ve lost it and Jack just thinks we’re nucking futs.
[image description: On a white background, Peggy Carter gives Angie Martinelli a piggyback ride. Angie’s arms are thrown out excitedly as she is decked out in rainbow flags, face paint, knee-high socks, and a tshirt reading “LESBIAN THESBIAN” in rainbow letters. Peggy is mid-run and smiling (at her silly goofy girlfriend) with a tshirt reading “BI PRIDE” and corresponding face paint]
Not that I need an excuse for gay on my blog, but I realized it was almost the end of Pride month and I never posted anything. So here’s some gay-as-hell Cartinelli art
Hey remember that DC/Marvel crossover where Red Skull literally straight-up told the Joker he was a Nazi and the Joker immediately decided to break up their partnership and beat him to death? (He didn’t succeed but he did end up sacrificing his life to make sure Skull also died, so partial credit at least.)
I just think it’s interesting that DC in 1996 managed to do what @marvelentertainment in 2017 hasn’t even got the imagination to do, let alone the courage.
Just a little post in honor of Free Comic Books Day.