“We celebrate extraordinary Americans who have lifted our spirits, strengthened our union, pushed us toward progress. I always love doing this event, but this is a particularly impressive class. We’ve got innovators and artists. Public servants, rabble rousers, athletes, renowned character actors—like the guy from Space Jam.” —President Obama presenting the 2016 Medal of Freedom to 21 extraordinary Americans yesterday, including Michael Jordan
the other night I dreamed that rose and dave were both having relationship troubles and the solution was for them to have a feelings jam. it was all presented in this weird, game-like way that’s very hard to explain but it was fun. and then a bunch of people got excited about pale rosedave. anyway.
While they were on the meteor Dave, Karkat and Kanaya had some interactions about rap, and we know that Karkat and Dave jammed… or at least Dave jammed and Karkat listened.
I have a headcanon that Kanaya was there too, just occasionally supplying a word when Dave got stuck, and listening. So that naturally led to a headcanon that after all was said and done, Kanaya and Rose attended several of Dave and Karkat’s jams… and this happened:
(Presented in Pesterlog Format for no particular reason)
TG: I wasn’t looking but I found myself a hot troll; TG: I swear he’s flyer than a flock of freaking crows y'all TG: I mean a Murder. TG: Because I’m killing this! TG: Now Karkat take the beat, just make it up and run with it. CG: SHUT IT STRIDER DAMN IT YOU KNOW I HATE YOUR SHITTY RAPS TG: Naw babe you love it now get ready ‘cause here comes the high hat CG: STOP FUCKING RHYMING WITH MY SENTENCES, I FUCKING MEAN IT DAVE TG: Yo you’re just mad because these beats have got you Human Gay. TG: I see you tapping your foot Karkat, you know you love my music. GA: But Do You Think You Are The Only Person Who Can Do This?
*Kanaya clears her throat*
GA: May I Present A Flighty Broad Whose Lips Rip Like A Chainsaw, GA: With Skin So Brightly Shining We Don’t Need Lights On The Dance Floor, GA: Here Is The Wife Of Rose, GA: Arriving On A Wave Of Prose, GA: Now Hold On Tightly To Your High-Hat As This Gets Verbose. GA: I’m Slick With The Click Click Click GA: And Stick To Your Tricks On The DJ Deck, ‘Yo’. GA: Just Admit This Sick Jade-Blooded Sylph Has Got You Licked TG: Whoa GA: Are You Hearing This? GA: Because Defeat Is Imminent. TT: Bow down to the Matriarch of Rap! GA: Don’t Worry Rose, I’ve Got This. GA: I’ll Make You Pitch For This Wordsmith With Elecution So Perfect GA: It Transcends The Word 'Spit’; What Will You Do About It? GA: I Am A Luminous Ruinous Gorgeous Force Of Nature, GA: And Perfectly Impervious To The Words Of My Haters. GA: No Dolorosa Can Overthrow Kanaya, No Sir, GA: I’ve Greater Flow Than Rose’s Rains over LOLAR Just Ask Her. GA: Now Turn The Beat Off While You Have A Chance To Save Some Face. GA: Because Not One Rapper Here Can Step To The Sylph Of Space. *Beat cuts* *Stunned silence* *Mic Drop*
It’s a once in a lifetime sort of remix that arrives to sooth the soul and move our feet as two great soul artists from London converge on this jazzy skittering, funky flittering jam. Tom Misch presents us with an official remix of Michael Kiwanuka’s Cold Little Heart. I certainly didn’t expect to hear the stylings of both these musicians on one tune, but here we are, swaying blissfully to the chic groovy, cozy sashaying number. This could be the perfect accompaniment to your romantic Valentine’s night, or it can keep you warm and happy if you’re spending the evening alone (like say… with your fluffy cat). Snag the dapper remix from iTunes, here.
little jay with an unruly mop of hair, of messy angel curls.
jason struggling to detangle his stubborn hair and wincing with each painful pass of the brush.
jay fighting through knots only to find that he’s somehow accumulated a head full of them by the time he finishes the five minute walk to the bus stop.
jason’s teachers tutting over his disheveled head while jason ducks his head in shame and slinks low in his rickety plastic chair.
jason’s brush getting stuck in his hair. jay pulling on the handle with increasingly panicked tugs only to find that it’s hopelessly tangled. he trudges over to his mother’s bed to wake her, but it’s no use, the same as any other morning. no matter how many times he nudges his mom’s shoulder, she never wakes up. she’s too sick. jay feels selfish for even trying to disturb her rest.
he’s at a loss for what to do and buries his face in his hands. then all of a sudden jay’s rumpled head pops up as he’s struck with a lightbulb idea.
jay marches down the hall of his apartment complex and takes a deep breath, gathering up his courage and squeezing tight the change-filled sock in his hand. jay breathes out as he knocks on the door, his air whooshing out of him all at once.
mrs. mendoza, the hairdresser, answers and listens in bemusement as jay tells her his woes and thrusts out his sock full of change. she waves off the sock and ushers him inside, plopping him down on a stool next to the breakfast table.
she gets to work spritzing and untangling jay’s stubborn curls from the bristles of his brush. mrs. mendoza’s little girl sits across from jason on her highchair, sucking on her fingers and looking at jason with wide eyes. jay smiles at the little girl hesitantly and she beams back at him.
mrs. mendoza’s fingers are quick and gentle and it seems like no time at all before he’s being ushered out the door, brush in hand.
after jay gets taken in by bruce he continues his long-formed habit of having mrs. mendoza cut his hair. only now, instead of receiving a discounted haircut, he pays in full and leaves 50s in the tip jar.
mrs. mendoza treats him the same as she always has. she ruffles his curls and thanks him very seriously. bids him goodbye until next time.
The Belchers have cooked up a batch of new stories for this fourth issue! Louise is on the case of some very peculiar pineapples; Genederella captivates Prince Leonard Destefanous at the Joyous Jam Jamboree; and Tina presents Tinablanca – a romantic, WWII edition of her Erotic Friend Fiction. Bob’s Burgers… it’s the awesome animated sitcom that airs on Fox television alongside such other hits as The Simpsons and Family Guy!
Hello, these are all 10 commandments given to me in a vision by our Lord and savior Park Jimin. I, your Pope park-jimeme is here to shed light on your path and help you escape your sinning ways. Please read these commandments carefully to help your path in converting to a higher standard and freer life in the future. Here’s to many prosperous years with Lord Jimin guiding us light and freeing ourselves from sin!
1. Thou shalt praise the Jibooty day and night faithfully.
2. Thou shalt present Jams to thy Lord’s alter.
3. Thou shalt worship the almighty thighs of our Lord.
4. Thou shalt bask in the laughter of our lord forever and always.
5. Thou shalt protect our Lord’s tummy.
6.Thou shalt appreciate Lord Jimin’s hip thrusts.
7.Thou shalt always recognize the cuteness of maknae Jungkook.
8. Thou shalt always say excuse me~ when in need or calling for our Lord.
9. Thou shalt always praise our Lord for being confident in himself.
10. Thou must drop thy panties to Lord Jimin’s eye smile.
And a new object head character concept for the ObjectHeadZine on Tumblr~ I always wanted to do a character working in a cafe because of all the relaxation scenes to be imagined~ So here we have Galadriel, a tea bag head man~ He is specialized at making tea with different virtues and also medicinal herbal drinks~ His legs are artificial so he still has a little difficulty to walk, most of the time, you would see him sitting behind the counter although he doesn’t want to admit he’s handicapped~ He also has a defective arm which he has 80% control on it but don’t ask him where he has those~
Also, sorry for the inactivity for those weeks, i had quite a busy moment between a Game Jam, presenting a game prototype and school work~ :P