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Ways comics history is inaccurate (according to fans who were there)
Most of history is
only obvious after the fact, so it’s interesting to talk to people who were
there and find out that our image of the era doesn’t match the narratives we project.
At the time, nobody
cared about Crisis on Infinite Earths because almost everyone was too busy
paying attention to Secret Wars. The importance of Crisis was entirely in
X-Men is considered to
be THE fan comic of the 70s-80s, but that isn’t completely true. X-Men only
became a phenomenon after word of mouth about the Dark Phoenix Saga spread, and
by that point, a large number of the crucial classic X-Storylines had already been
told. Also, while X-Men was a top seller, that is not the whole story. For most
of the late 1970s, Marvel’s top selling comic (and therefore the top selling comic) was Star Wars,
which literally saved Marvel from bankruptcy. In the 1980s, different comics
were top sellers in different ways. Amazing Spider-Man was the top seller at
newsstands, X-Men was the top seller at comic stores, and GI Joe was the top
seller via subscriptions.
History has really
been rewritten about Jack Kirby after he died in 1993. Jack Kirby was kind of
like Michael Jackson: when Kirby died, he became a god, but before then, people
felt he was a diminished has-been who hadn’t done anything good in 20 years. It
makes me very curious about what will happen when (God forbid) George Lucas
dies, actually. Our culture treats people terribly when alive and idolizes them
when dead. Around the Marvel offices in the 70s, Jack Kirby was called “Jack
the Hack” and lettercols were often just plain confused when Kirby took over
titles like Captain America and Black Panther. This is a shame, as so much of
what Kirby did then had creative power…but it is unquestionably true Kirby did
his best work with a plotter.
In particular, a lot of history was rewritten around Kirby’s Lord of Light inspired New Gods comics at DC. I’d compare the reaction at the time to Episode I: expectations around these books were insane, they were called, before they came out, “Marvel Killers.” Instead, most of them were canceled in the first 12 issues. At the time, they were considered a disappointment, creatively and in sales. Someone, I think it was Mark Evanier, said with a totally straight face that the DC Zelazny-inspired Space God Comics were “the great unfinished symphony of comics.” That’s even funnier when you consider that they actually were finished – not in an act of vandalism by some philistine, but by Kirby himself in the Hunger Dogs series everyone pretends didn’t happen. If it was Mark Evanier, that’d be even more amazing, because I do believe Evanier worked on Hunger Dogs.
Who was the most
admired Marvel creator by comic fans in the early to late 1970s? Two names you seldom hear passed
around today: Don MacGregor and Barry Windsor-Smith. Don MacGregor made a name for himself on the Black Panther revival series Jungle Action, and the adventures of the Beast in Amazing Adventures. Barry Windsor-Smith was the artist on Conan the Barbarian before John Buscema. The two didn’t get as much work as fans liked, because they were in the last decade when it was possible to be a fan-favorite creator and still be low-sellers, since it was kids, not fandom, who bought most comics.
I try not to start discussions about bisexual erasure because I feel as an asexual I need to let bisexuals raise the subject and then support them, but I’m flabbergasted that people are bringing up Jack Hackness as being an openly gay television companion* before Bill Potts.
Jack was not homosexual. Jack was bisexual, possibly pansexual, and while those certainly are marginalised sexualities, gay and bi are not the same thing. So why are people thinking “saying Bill is the first openly gay television companion is forgetting Jack”? Sounds to me like they’re the ones forgetting Jack.
*the modifiers, “openly” and “television” cover characters from comics and Big Finish who were openly not straight and characters from television who were revealed to be not straight either in extended universe material or by the creators after the fact.
Cloud software has taken over the desktop meaning that just about everything you do on your computer, phone, tablet, and internet-connected juicer is susceptible to data theft. And that’s not even taking into account how readily people give out information in today’s world. For instance, have you ordered delivery online today? Well you probably had to sign up with your street address, meaning all it takes for someone to know where you live is exploiting the ironclad cyber defenses of Joe’s Discount Pizza And Pet Meds. Basically, the internet is in its Wild West phase and if we don’t get more “ethical hackers” to protect us from these cyber thieves, then we may all be screwed.
What do ethical hackers do?
Ethical hackers are a specific breed of information security professionals who primarily use a technique called penetration testing. And while “penetration testing” sounds like how an MIT grad would phrase a game of “just the tip,” it’s really a way to check for flaws in a computer system’s cyber security. We won’t get into too much more of the technical mumbo-jumbo, but just know that even a basic understanding of hacking will better prepare you to protect yourself. You can learn the fundamentals with online resources like this Certified White-Hat Hacker & Penetration Testing Course and then laugh at the suckers who try to jack your info.
#13 with nessian: " This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…"
I don’t know how this ended up so feelsy? I’m sorry? I may have cried a little bit writing this.
Nessian - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - The Shining of The Silver Screen Makes My Heart Beat Faster
Nesta’s first suicide attempt took everyone by surprise.
Yet she survived. The worst part is having to see how deeply it shook those she loves - hell, even morons she’s only ever spoken foul to like Cassian had actually cried out in public when they’d visited her in hospital. She realises it isn’t just Elain who’d miss her. And whilst she recognises that she ought to be touched by their concern, she can’t help resenting it, knowing it will just be one more thing that holds her back the next time. Not to mention the fact that, because of their ‘touching concern’, she now has a personal bodyguard - AKA a stalker - protecting her from herself.
A personal bodyguard who is currently burying his face into her shoulder. “If you don’t like horror movies, you shouldn’t have come,” Nesta says, popping a kernel of popcorn into her mouth and chuckling to herself right as Jack Nicholson starts chopping down a door. “Don’t be such a baby,” she says, both to Cassian beside her and Jack’s wife, who’s sobbing hysterically about the fact that she’s about to get murdered by her psycho husband.
“Why did you make me watch this? What’s wrong with you,” Cassian pines, actually jumping in his skin when Jack starts hacking down the door. ‘Heeeeere’s Johnny!’ Leers the film, and Nesta can hear Cas mumble pitifully into the fabric of her shirt, “I fucking hate Johnny.” She does her best not to let on how hilarious he is making this for her.
“What else is going to be on at 2am other than horror films and porn?” Nesta retorts, glaring the second she sees a lecherous grin crack out on Cas’s face. “And fuck no, I’m not watching fifty shades with you.” No need to mention she already has a bootleg copy back home, currently slotted into her laptop’s disk drive. Suicides went to hell anyway apparently, so why not live life as a fucking piece of human garbage?
“Still can’t sleep, huh?” Cas asks, propping his chin up on her shoulder and looking right at her. She’s long since given up on enforcing personal space with him. Like a large dog eternally trapped in puppyhood, he always seemed to forget that she didn’t want a hug or a shoulder pat or a piggyback up the stairs. Not to mention his habit of keeping close to her, touching her, had been growing on her lately. It helps to keep her grounded; Not that she was ever going to admit that to him, of course.
“Not at night,” she says, staring at the cinema screen but not really focusing on the movie. “Once I’m out though, I never want to get back out of bed.”
“I know the feeling,” he says with a grin. She looks back at him with eyes that tell him that no, he really doesn’t.
Sighing, he steals a handful of her popcorn and picks at it thoughtfully. “Nothing make you want to get out of bed?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes things are good, once I get up. The meds are helping…” She doesn’t know why she’s telling him this, but it feels surprisingly natural. He’s been her near constant companion these past two months, since Feyre’s been away dealing with her psycho ex-boyfriend and Rhys has a world to save with his charity enterprises. Somehow in the midst of all the drama, Cassian’s become her one solid base in the centre of it all.
“I’ve started actually enjoying things again. Sometimes,” she confesses with a small smile, and for a moment the Ice Queen masks drops and she feels a warm, fragile glow in her chest. She hasn’t felt hope in a long, long time, and right now it’s just the tentative embers of a fire that’s long been out, but they’re there and they’re brightening, and right now the only person she wants to show these shy, tender new beginnings to is Cassian. “I had fun tonight,” she says, looking over at him as he finishes the last of the popcorn. “Actual, real fun.”
He looks back at her, swallowing - but that might just be the popcorn. “I- I’m glad my abject terror has amused you,” he says, struggling around his words, and she understands. When she talks about this, her illness, how sometimes she just wishes she was dead and none of this had happened, people get scared and don’t know what to say. Humour is often the best defense, and she doesn’t resent him for it. In fact, in what has recently become easier and actually genuine for her, she laughs.
“You were such a trembling maiden,” she says, smirking.
“I think I was rather brave,” he responds with an indignant sniff. “It went better than last night with the zombie movie. Thanks for holding my hair back by the way. That was too much gore for me. Shame too, I spent a lot on dinner.”
“I can’t believe you were in the military.” She sets the empty popcorn bucket aside and turns in her seat to face him. Despite the screaming and crying and hysterics on the big screen, she feels unusually safe, like those reborn embers of hers really are glowing softly in the space between them.
“I can’t believe you’d want to hurt yourself,” Cassian says, shifting in his seat so that he’s draped over the armrest next to her, so close now. His soft murmur can barely be heard over the theatrics on screen, but Nesta blocks everything else out, focusing solely on him. “You’re so unstoppable and ferocious and bright. I don’t think anything could ever - would ever dare - get in your way except you.”
She meets his eyes, studies his face, lit by the flickering, ever changing light of the movie screen. He’s not beautiful, not some Mr. Darcy come to be her knight in shining armour, but he is possibly the warmest human being she ever did meet. A dozen people have told her she’s an idiot for what she did, as if it weren’t an illness, as if she chose to feel this way. He’s only ever been there to hold her hand - not that she would ever let him.
“Cas,” she says, “can I kiss you?”
He reaches over to the armrest and takes her hand in his, his rough fingers lacing with her delicate ones. This time, she does not draw away. “My dear, impossible Nesta,” he leans his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against her cheek, “you may.”
How I imagine Darkiplier and AntiSepticEye getting ready for Halloween
"I was thinking we could do something a bit different...You know how in Mark's old videos, and in "relax", you emerged and scared fans everywhere?"
"I was thinking that this year, you and I can do that sorta thing together. I've always wanted to know how cool it would be to drive people insane by showing my real face..."
"Oh my God, that sounds like an amazing idea, man! We're TOTALLY doing that!"
"See you on Halloween!"
(30 days later)
"Woohoo, hell yeah! Halloween time! Now I just gotta wait for Dark!"
(Several minutes pass by)
"Dark? Dark! Where the hell are you, ya douchebag?! I'm gonna scare people without you!"
"Screw it, I'm off on my own!"
"Eh, sucks to be him..."
"Aw man, October's over. Eh, I had the best time of my life! Well, back to my chamber."
"Ready to scare people this year?"
"Dafuq dude? Where were you all damn month?!"
"Ya know, wearing dresses, shaved my beard, wrote in my diary, and check it out! I even got a new dog! I called her "punk dog". Cool, huh?"
"I didn't agree to this..."
"Are you...f***in' kidding me right now, man? You're telling me that while I was hacking into Jack's Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, AND YouTube accounts, scaring the LIVING HELL out of everyone...YOU...were skipping around in a F***ING dress and pretending to be a highschool girl in your GODDAMN DIARY?! ALL F***ING OCTOBER?!"
"Wait, October passed already?!"
"Aw, goddammit! This whole time, I thought it was September!"
My favorite thing about the Overwatch fandom is that people who love Soldier 76 and hate him sound literally the exact same at all times
You could see someone blog shit like “Jack Morrison is a big dumb Wonderbread with mayo dumb fuck and I hate him” or “jack morrison MORE LIKE HACK MORRISON” etc etc and there is a good chance that its coming from an actual 76 stan
i was SO so mad at myself for trusting jack like blow up a planet punch a baby whatever but don’t threaten my fictional videogame best friend slash sister-i-never-had you dickcheese i was rooting for you jack we were all r