You know that feeling you get when you hear a band for the first time? Where you hear the first few seconds of a song, and you just want more. And after you fell in love with them. And you just love everything about them. The songs. The lyrics. The voices. Do you ever wish that you could go back to the first time you ever heard a band? Just so you can feel that feeling again. Just so you can relive all of the amazing feelings that this band gave you.
Why you should give Z Nation a (second) chance Why you should stop comparing it to Walking Dead Why you should definitely be PATIENT with it and only decide whether you like it after the major turning point that is episode 1.6.
“Good morning Jeremy, it is currently six am Eastern time. Getting up now will ensure the perfect amount of time for you to get to school on schedule. Today the projected temperature is a high of seventy, and low of sixty-five, I recommend a light tee-shirt and a jacket in case of an unpredicted chill-” The Squip’s daily morning monologue is cut off by a groan, Jeremy pushing the sheets off of himself as he sits up.
“How are you worse than an alarm clock?!” The teen asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
“Perhaps it’s because I’ve been causing a flux in your sleep cycle since five to insure that you would- Jeremy what are you doing?” They ask, sounding distressed, or as distressed as a computer could be. Jeremy pauses in pulling a shirt on, looking over to where the Squip had projected itself, quirking a brow at the disappointment conveyed through the crossed arms.
“What?” Jeremy asks when the other doesn’t answer, remaining silent.
“Jeremy the last time you took a shower was three mornings ago- when I reminded you to take a shower last night because we both know you don’t like showering in the morning you promised you would shower this morning.” The Squip answers, eyeing Jeremy with a critical look.
“I was thinking that I could just do it after school-” Jeremy’s protests are cut off by the ongoing silence from the Squip. Jeremy groans, dropping the shirt onto his bed. “Fiiiiine.” Jeremy makes his way across the hall to the bathroom.
“Don’t forget to clean everywhere!” The Squip chimes in, glad to have their way. Regardless of the obvious fact that the Squip was a part of Jeremy’s mind they allowed their physical projection to remain in the teen’s bedroom for his sake.
Once Jeremy has returned from the shower he gets dressed. The Squip put a mental check near getting ready, they start to look into what Jeremy would have for the perfect meal when they notice that Jeremy is taking the shirt he had on off in a upset manner.
“Jeremy what are you-”
“Everything about me is.. just terrible” Jeremy murmurs, voice cracking as he stares at himself in the mirror. Suddenly the Squip’s entire checklist goes out the window as the main focus becomes terminating Jeremy’s awful mindset. They walk closer to Jeremy, pulling him in for a hug.
“Jeremy you are wonderful, nothing about you is terrible..” the Squip consuls in a soothing tone. Jeremy lets out a shuddered breath, on the verge of tears. Alarm bells are suddenly going off in their head and all the Squip can think is, don’t cry, over and over. “Shhh Jeremy everything going to be ok. Let’s finish getting dressed so we can go to school and see Michael.” They continue using the calming tone.
By the time Jeremy is out the front door he is fed and on track to cheering up. A simple reminder that there was a new Apocalypse of the Damned was enough to have Jeremy humming the game’s theme as he made his way to the bus stop.
When Jeremy walks into school Michael is instantly at Jeremy’s side, talking animatedly about the game. Once they have both begun to talk about the game and the other topics that are common with the pair, the Squip stands apart from Jeremy watching him with a careful eye. Though the boy looks happy the Squip can tell that he’s an insult or misplaced laugh away from crumpling again. They figure a daily confidence boosting session into Jeremy’s morning schedule. It was going to be a lot of work but this was their objective, Jeremy’s happiness.
- Smol tries to pick up Tol the way Tol picks up Smol
- Smol is the stronger one out of the two
- Tol is the one who scares easily while Smol is is ready to fight everyone and everything
- Tol lowers themselves to Smol’s height and they are astonished at how short the Smol one actually is
- Smol is the one who takes no shit while Tol is the one who gets walked over by everyone so Smol teaches Tol how to stand up for themselves
- Smol wears Tol’s T shirt as a dress one day and Tol think Smol is absolutely adorable
- Smol dyes their hair crazy colours so Tol can find them in a sea of people
- Smol hops on Tol’s back everytime to greet them
- Smol is ready to fight someone who is bigger than Tol and Tol has to intervene and pick Smol up fireman style and carry them out of the vicinity
- Tol always goes to high five Smol but Tol’s reach is too far up, so Tol adjusts their high five reach and goes lower, and since this happens so often it becomes a natural reflex for Tol to give ‘low fives’ even with people who are the height as Tol
- Smol sits on Tol’s lap and Smol is the perfect size and when people realize this, they always take pictures of them together
- Smol and Tol have children and all the children are Tol and the Smol parent always gets over shadowed in the pictures, it happens so much that it becomes a running joke
- Smol gets a ridiculously tall hat, put it on and tells Tol, that they are now taller than them
- Smol loves to be the small spoon because they love Tols arms wrapping around them
- Smol and Tol take the cutest pictures of Tol holding Smol up off the ground
Tumblr wants formatting and quality only to suffer, but, y’know, it’s Pride month, so here’s a scene from the graphic novel that @queerjew and I have been working on for the past… forever. It’s been highkey collaborative, but for the most part Dean did linework, traditional print lettering, and backgrounds, and I did the script, colors, and the tactile overlays (not shown).
It’s called Family is Always There, and it’s the first in a trilogy following a crew of queer disabled kids and teenagers as they navigate tricky situations like relationships, starting HRT without the input of actual medical doctors, and fighting hordes of horse-sized locusts with human faces! Did I mention it’s the end of the world? Because it’s the end of the world.
Anyway, we’re doing a bunch of cool stuff with this I’m really proud of, including roughs of a full-color edition with thermographic embossed braille and tactile graphics, which, as far as we know, nobody has ever tried to do before with a graphic novel. So, you know, no pressure.