what do u think would happen if jeremy walked into the bathroom while michael was crying (like during the party)
OK SO i asked em ( aka @gayradwhitedad ) to help me with this ask and they came up with some really good headcanons ( like wtf they’re the best ) and i drew some of them so!!! the drawings are here and the headcanons are under the cut ( PLEASE READ THE WHOLE THING, IT’S SO GOOD )
Imagine Agent York getting Delta to give him access to intercom system because he has an important message, and at three AM in the morning on October 1st, he wakes EVERYONE on the MOI up by screaming “IT’S HALLOWEEN WAKE UP FUCKERS”
I have no need to pressure you, but I'm curious; when do you plan to begin putting out your webcomic?
i dont really have a set date currently…? i want to wait until i at least have a surplus of pages finished ahead of time (so that i’ll be able to post updates consistently if i lag on a page or two in the future and wont stress out over an update schedule), and my summer break doesnt start until later this month - plus it only lasts for four weeks
which isnt counting the fact that i already have a project in the works that im going to be doing this summer, so i cant say for certain. i can say that i have the plot and big plot points mapped out because this is something i’ve had in mind for about…three years, i think? so i really can’t stress how prepared i am as far as storyline and character development goes lmao, but i’ve only just recently (like a month or so ago) begun to put work into the actual pages and cover and such, so who really knows
im also very new to webcomics as a whole as far as actually posting them, so i haven’t gotten down to the specifics of that just yet. currently i’m working on sketching pages and putting colors down for scenes, but like i said, i’m planning on working on smth else during my summer break so we will see if i i have enough time to get the webcomic out over the summer
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling Come here
Come here, little one