maybe on a side bar or something

I was working on a site for a client that was eventually going to sell hand-made crafts, but initially just wanted something to showcase her work.

I produced a really nice page for each of her products, and a gallery side-bar that opened into a slideshow.

Me: Hey! Give me a call and we’ll hash out the fine details and fix anything that’s in error. I’ve added some filler text but we’ll replace that soon enough. I also added the events listing you gave me.

Client: It looks good. I noticed an extra apostrophe somewhere, so maybe fix that. Other than that, I think it’s fine. I’ll give you some updates on the text later.

She then took up the rest of the meeting complaining about non-site related issues. I did some editing, fixed the extra apostrophe, and thought we were golden.

A week and a half later, I got this text:

Client: Do not do anything else to the website. I got booted from a vending spot because you listed the event before the coordinator OKed it and I have people complaining about the FALSE INFORMATION that YOU PUT UP.

Me: You mean… the stuff that you went over and said was fine for now?  That information?

She still owes me hosting fees and is claiming they should be deducted because of “potential income loss.”

Captain Canda

(A/N): I couldn’t come up with any “amazing” costumes so Steve is captain canada as per Natasha’s request

Request: Please write a Steve story where he and the reader get to know each other at a Halloween party they both think is stupid? Pleaaase? Let Steve dress up as something amazing(no vampire zombie ordinary shit) and the reader maybe as some famous singer?

Warnings: none

Originally posted by natashasromanoff

   Steve sat at the bar, sulking as everyone around him had a great time. Steve had hated Halloween since he came out of the ice, it was a different story back in the day. The only reason he had ever liked Halloween was because he got to spend the day with his loved ones, something that rarely ever happened. Now, in present day he had no one. He had Nat and Sam but it just wasn’t the same. He didn’t have Bucky by his side, he didn’t have his mo, he didn’t have the all too familiar 40′s, he was a man out of time, stuck in place he was not meant to be. And now he was being forced into a halloween party, with hundreds of people he didn’t know, dressed up in the most uncomfortable outfit imaginable. 

   Steve glares out at the crowd as he takes another sip of whatever drink he’d ordered. He had told the bartender to give him the strongest alcohol on hand but even the kind he was drinking didn’t put a dent in what he was feeling. Steve chuckles dryly, shaking his head as he nearly downs the entire bottle in one go. 

   “Not havin’ fun?” Steve whipped around, coming face to face with…Michael Jackson? Steve smiled curiously at the person as they took a seat next to him, ordering some drink Steve had never even heard of. “Guessing you don’t really like these parties either huh?” Steve turns back to his bottle, eyeing the honey colored liquid before downing more of it. 

   “Not really, no,” The person besides him chuckles, shaking their head in amusement. 

   “I understand, always hated these things too,” 

   “So uh…” Steve smiles softly as he surveys the person’s costume, “Michael Jackson?” The person looks down to their outfit before blushing madly, their face almost as red as the jacket they wore. 

   “I promise this costume isn’t by choice, I’m being forced into participating,” Steve chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, it’d been awhile since he’d laughed like that. 

   “At least you’re not,” Steve looks down at his costume, nearly cringing at the sight. “At least you’re not Captain Canada,” The person besides him laughs heartily, throwing their head back and smacking a hand over their chest. Steve smiles at the sight, it wasn’t too bad. Whoever this person was Steve liked them. 

   “Well, it is fitting for Captain America,” (Y/N) gets out between fits of laughter. “I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) begins to laugh again as the look at Steve’s suit. “It’s just so awful,” 

   “I know,” Steve nods his head, chuckling at his own suit. “I hate it,” (YN)’s chuckles begin to quiet down and they wipe away at the tears that have formed in their eyes. 

   “So, Captain Canada and Michael Jackson, what a pair huh?” Steve nods, attempting not to smile. 

   “Steve Rogers and…” Steve looks to the person expectantly, awaiting their response. The person smiles and Steve thinks he nearly melts at that sweet, sweet sight. 

  “Steve Rogers and (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Steve casts (Y/N) a warm smile, relishing in the way their eyes lit up with happiness as he does so. 

   “Well (Y/N), glad something good came out of this party,” 

~Extended ending~

   Sam and Nat watched from a safe distance, their gaze locked on Steve and (Y/N). 

   “See,” Nat smacks Sam’s chest with the backside of her hand, “I told you this was a great idea,” Sam smirks softly, nodding as he watches his new friend laughing, something he rarely ever saw. 

   “Okay, I’m upping the game,” Sam turns to Nat, a smug smile on his face. Nat smiles back, raising an eyebrow in question. 

   “Double or nothing; They get married by next halloween,” Nat scoffs, shaking her head. 

   “I’m betting January,” 

   “Oh you’re on,” 


so for anyone who has recently updated their blog within maybe two days or so you might have noticed this new bar tumblr has put on your blog page

(sorry it’s cut off, the theme I got it from - it’s cut off at the sides)

what it basically is, is the top bar of the tumblr dashboard but it has the customize page controls on it and all the customary follow button, message button, etc.

I don’t know if tumblr is testing something out or if this is a permanent fixture in how their handling the theme controls now

it pushes down any element on your blog that doesn’t have the the attribute below or is contained inside something that isn’t fixed


the solution I’ve found is to put this under <style type=“text/css”> in your theme code

.tmblr-iframe {
    display: none !important;

it still pushes everything down still, but at least it doesn’t show up and ruin the overall look of your theme

if anyone finds a better solution PLEASE DON’T HESITATE to add onto this post. I would very much like to have the unobstructive old tumblr controls back

Best Buds (Sami Zayn)

requested: no 
content warning: none  
summary: you and sami are really good friends, but maybe you feel a little something more. 
word count: about 2K, it’s pretty long i’m so sorry. 

You were out at one of your favourite bars, it was you, Sami, Finn, and Bayley. You were all just talking about how lucky you were to have all ended up on Raw, and even though Finn was out for his injury, you were all still excited for him to come back so the four of you would be together all the time. 

You were all sat in a booth, you and Sami on one side and Bayley and Finn on the other. To anyone looking on, the four of you probably looked like you were on a double date. However you were all just friends, even though Bayley had confessed to you that she liked Finn not too long ago, and you were pretty sure that he liked her back. So far the only thing between the four of you was a solid friendship. Especially you and Sami. 

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Request: Tig loves you ❤️

Request: Tig is dating a girl and he tells her he loves her for the first time (maybe after a night of sex or something)

[Hello! 😃

Do we have a Tig imagine again this morning? Yes we do!

Enjoy! Love you amazing people!]

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: Smut

Originally posted by northernbluetwo

First time you were invited to a SAMCRO party you were nervous; you just sat by the bar, slowly drinking your beer and looking around. Soon, a tall guy with black hair and gorgeous blue eyes was by your side, smiling.

“Hi doll”, he said, “Why are you sitting here all alone? You don’t like the party?”

“I do”, you said and pointed to your friend dancing with Juice. “I came with her, but I guess I’m not as funny as he is”

“Oh yes you are”, he smiled, leaning closer. “Come on. Let’s dance”

Tig held your hand, walking to the middle of the clubhouse. He spun you around, put his hands on your hips and pulled you to his body. Your back was against his chest, he was nuzzling on your hair and neck, moving slowly with the song. You found yourself enjoying that, maybe a little too much than you should.

You could feel his boner, his hands were on your waist and Tig was mumbling nonsenses, lips on your neck. You knew this could be a mistake, but as you stayed there, song after song, you got more and more into him. He was licking your neck, your hands around his and your breasts pressed against his chest. Tig hit a spot right behind your ear with his tongue, making you moan loud enough for him to hear.

“Baby girl”, he said looking at you and swallowing hard. “Please”

You knew what he was asking for and you couldn’t resist. You took his hand between yours and stood on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Which way?” He smiled and guided you to the back of the club, right to his bedroom.


You thought it would be only one night stand and one SAMCRO party, but after missing two parties you were there again, dragged by your pissed off friend.

“I swear to God”, she said walking to the clubhouse. “If I listen Tig asking about you one more time, I’ll kill him”

She was dating Juice and never missed one party. She had told you Tig was asking for you and had ignored the crow eaters, just sitting by the bar and drinking. Truth be told, you were missing him too. 

Your friend left you as soon as she saw Juice. You looked around and smiled at some people you knew, but Tig was nowhere to be see. You walked towards the bar and then you found him. He was behind it, knelt, looking for something.

“It was supposed to be here”, he said to Chuck, who was trying to help. “I can’t believe”

“This must be a very good drink”, you said. “Pour me some when you find it”

Tig looked up to you, a wide smile spreading on his face, “You came”.

“Apparently you were asking for me”, you said. He got up, walking around the bar to stay in front of you.

“Yes I was”, he said, leaning to kiss you. It was breath taking. He nuzzled on your neck, whispering in your ear. “Come with me”

You let him hold your hand and guide you through the crowd, going to his bedroom again.


You never missed another SAMCRO party after that; and when you notice you were dating Tig. He was wonderful, treated you like a queen, but your relationship gravitated around clubhouse parties and sharing his bed there.

He didn’t used to come to your house for more than just to pick you up for a party and you barely got involved into club business, though Gemma liked you and had asked for your help more than once.

You knew there was a party that night, but you decided to stay at home. You took a shower and put on your robe, getting ready to watch a movie and relax. That was when you phone started to ring. It was Tig.

“Where are you?”, he snapped as soon as you answered the call.

“Home”, you said.

“Why?”, you could hear the clubhouse noise through the phone.

“I’m tired Alex”, you said. You heard his breath on phone, frustrated. He said okay and hang up. “Jesus Christ!”

Your hot chocolate was ready, that was what you needed after a long day and that disappointing call from your boyfriend. However, you didn’t have time to enjoy it, because your doorbell was ringing. You looked through the peephole before opening the door and Tig was standing there, looking dangerous and hot as hell.

“Hi”, you said opening the door and, as always, he pulled you close to him, kissing you until you both were breathless. He walked inside the house, kicking the door behind him. You pushed him. “Alex”

“What?”, he said still trying to pull you closer.

“Stop”, you said, taking a step back. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you”, he said. “You said you were tired, I wanna make sure you were okay”

“I’m okay”, you said, taking a deep breath.

“It doesn’t look that way”, he raised his voice a little.

“Okay”, you huffed. “It’s always like this and nothing more. We go to a party, we have fun, and we end in your bedroom. I’m not a part of the Samcro family”

“Yes you are”, he said, frowning.

“Really?”, you took a step forward, “’Cause all I feel, it’s like I’m just a new and interesting pussy for you to fuck. Soon you will get tired”

“It’s not like that baby girl”, he took a step towards you too, looking angry, “You are more than just a pussy, though I love to fuck you”

“Oh Christ!”, you cursed, ready to say more, but he silenced you with his lips. Tig was pulling you closer, his arms around your waist. You tried to push him, hitting his chest with your fists, but he ignored you. Your feet left the ground, your back hit the wall and Tig opened your robe, looking down at your nightie, a black one.

“I’m glad I came by”, he laughed and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips were on your neck, you could feel him getting hard and it made you moan. Tig laughed against your skin and ripped the nightie, exposing your breasts to his mouth. You started to unbutton his shirt, desperate to touch him.

Tig walked towards the couch, putting you on the floor just time enough for you both take off your clothes. He hugged you again, sitting on the couch. He held himself lined up with your entrance, touching your clit with its tip, teasing.

“Come on doll”, he whispered, his pupils large with desire for you. You lowered onto him, moaning loud as he filled you up. You put your hands on the wall behind the couch, Tig held your hips firmly between his hands, “Slow baby, take it slow”

“We need to talk”, you said, breathless.

“Yes”, he hissed. “We are going to”

He held you close, his mouth around your breast, sucking it while you rode him. You were getting closer, Tig felt that and slowly laid you on the floor, the rug scratching you back a little. He spread your knees, holding your thighs and thrusting hard inside you.

“Oh God!”, you arched your back, tightening around him. “Please Alex!”

“Shit!”, he rubbed your clit increasing the pleasure, through the haze all you could hear was him saying your name like a prayer while he climax too. You heard him laugh, “I never will get tired of this”

He laid next to you on the floor, both trying to catch your breaths. You look at the ceiling, hating yourself for doing that and ruin the moment, but you had to.

“Alex…”, you started, but he interrupted you.

“I love you”, he said. You mouth hung open as he propped his body over an arm to look at you. “I love you baby girl. I’m sorry for made you think the opposite. I’m trying to protect you for being too involved with the club and get hurt, but at the same time I can’t let you go, you are under my skin”

“I love you too Alex”, you said seeing his eyes widen.

“You do?”, he asked, smiling like a little boy, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“Yes, I do”, you smiled. “People tell me stories about you Alex and I know you think you don’t deserve happiness, but I don’t care. I love you just like this, crazy, intense… All of you. We will make this work”

“I’m yours doll”, he said and kissed you.

“Good”, you said and got up, walking to the kitchen to get your chocolate, now cold.

“Where are you going?”, he said looking at you as you walked back to the living room. “What do you have there?”

“I have chocolate”, you said putting your finger into the cup and licking the chocolate in it. “And I’m going to the bedroom”

“I love chocolate”, he laughed getting up and following you.

Trope of the Week: Waiting to Give Important Info

There could be a lot of reasons why your side character can’t give this highly important information to the protagonist right now. Maybe she has to go visit her dying aunt for a moment. Maybe she wants to go drink at the bar, thinking the info can wait. But we can guarantee that “I have something to tell you when I get back” is by and large a death sentence for that character.

Why this can be bad: Sometimes this makes sense. Sometimes. But a lot of times, as an audience member, you’re sitting there frustrated not just because this info would help the protag so much, but because it makes absolutely zero sense why the character couldn’t tell the protag right now, especially if it’s of dire importance. Why does the protagonist never ask, “What is it about?” or “Why can’t you tell me now?” And if he does ask, why is there always some bullshit excuse like, “In due time.” In due time? We’re probably talking about the fate of the world right now! Don’t give me your “in due time” crap! Tell me what I need to know! But writers like to do this for the dramatic irony and the tension, knowing readers will be frustrated. But that’s not a good enough reason to do it, not if it doesn’t make sense.

Ned: Son, when I return, I will tell you about your mother.

Jon: Why not right now, Dad? Or, like, last night? Or I could just ride with you a bit and then come back after you’ve talked about it?

Ned: I’m sorry, son, but that would be impossible.

Jon: Why?

Ned: Because I’m never coming back, and I want to leave it a mystery for six more books.

How you can fix it: If you do want to use this, you sure as hell better make sure it makes sense. Does the side character know the protag is looking for important information regarding what she’s learned? If so, why does she not tell him as soon as she learns the information? Why does she need to wait until she’s done another task? Or, in some cases, why does she insist she needs to be there in person rather than telling the information over the phone, especially if it’s a matter of life and death? Your characters’ decisions need to make sense in the context of actual human beings; you can’t just make them do stupid things because it makes for more drama. If you absolutely don’t want your character to tell this information, then there needs to be something urgent to draw them away immediately.

Bottom Line: Your characters need to make sense; stop abusing their sensibilities for drama.

anonymous asked:

Hi HiddleMemes! I have an photo-mashup idea if you'd like to use it.... How about side-by-side photos of Blue Loki from first Thor movie (scene when he confronts Odin), next to photo of Blue James Conrad from the opening bar scene in KongSI. Not sure about caption... maybe - Once A Yotun Always A Yotun, or Blue Man Group, or play on quote 'Am I the monster..' ? I'll leave it to you to think of something clever as you always do! ;) Thanks, from Val

Coming right up, Val!

Breathe Underwater

Pairing: Antonin Dolohov x Pansy Parkinson

Setting: Modern, non-magical AU

Word Count: 1,013

It’s a hot, humid night in late July.

“Why are we here,” Pansy bleats. She glances around the interior of the bar—which had looked like a fucking barn from the outside—and sees thick reels of obviously fake rope coiled like snail shells along the walls, as well as a pleather-saddled mechanical bull lurking in the far corner. “Daphne. Daphne. Why are we here.”

Daphne blinks. “Like…here? Existentially? Or—”

“No,” Pansy interrupts, sneering at a girl who’s wearing a tacky red bandana as a dress. “Like, here, here. Specifically, this dumpster fire of a fucking drinking establishment in the fucking 909.

Oh,” Daphne coos, nodding sagely. “You mean here. I just—I thought it would be fun to do something different tonight, you know? Like. Pansy. They have square dancing here. Look at all the cowboy boots.”

Pansy pointedly inspects Daphne’s twelve-hundred dollar Louboutins. “Fun,” she repeats, acidly. “Right. Super fun. Flannel shirts and illegally lifted pick-up trucks. Bathrooms that smell like Bud Light and cough syrup. Remember that scene? In that weird Reese Witherspoon movie with the Alabama people? Where she’s, like, you brought your baby to a bar—”

Pansy’s cut off by an elbow—large, leather-clad, masculine—catching her in the ribs.

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Adam birkholtz definitely had a themed bar mitzvah and it’s killing me that I don’t know what the theme was

• was he #that guy who’s theme was like a sports team or something? Picture a Lil 13 year old Holster smiling in front of a buffalo sabres cake. Did his parents pay for the Sabres mascot to come and take pictures with the guests? The answer: maybe. This is very plausible.

• or maybe baby holster, ever in touch with his theatrical side and a proud member of his middle school chorus had a broadway themed bar mitzvah? Karaoke is a thing. the only songs allowed are from Holsters favorite broadway musicals. He subjects his family and friends to hours of Defying Gravity

• I know a guy who had a money themed bar mitzvah. Yeah. Like the theme was money and there were fake stacks of bills as center pieces on the table. In the end everyone got a sweatshirt that said ‘make it rain’ on the back with the date of the bar mitzvah underneath. My question is, did Economics major Adam Birkholtz know even as a young lad that he was destined to study a subject that practically revolves around the concept of money? Did he center his entire bar mitzvah around this?Perhaps. The world may never know

Mall Boy (PART 2) - Calum Hood


Requested: Yes

Triggers: None

“Hey stranger,” you looked up from the table you were cleaning to see Calum standing across from you. “Hi,” you replied giving him a tired smile. He joined you as you walked back to the counter of the juice bar you were working at. You’d gotten a job there not long after properly meeting Calum and since it was in the food court at the mall, you saw Calum just about every day. Calum stood awkwardly on the other side of the counter. Maybe it was because the two of you hadn’t spoken for a while or maybe it was something else. You didn’t know, and you didn’t need to know, you just had to look busy so your manager wouldn’t go off at you.

“You want a juice?” You asked, already grabbing a cup for him and knowing he’d want one anyway. “I haven’t seen you in ages,” he complained as you made his drink. “Yeah, that’s probably my fault,” you replied. Calum scoffed, “no way,” he said, “it’s not like you were avoiding me… it just happens sometimes.” You nodded and poured his drink into the cup. “Besides, if we saw each other all the time, then we’d have nothing to talking about,” you snapped the lid onto his cup and put the straw in then handed the drink over. Calum fished around in his pockets for some change but you waved him away, “it’s on the house,” you told him.

He grinned at you, “Well in that case let me return the favour.” You frowned at him, not entirely sure what he meant, “no thanks,” you told him, “I don’t need anything from your store.”

“This isn’t about your rash cream,” he teased. You ducked your head as you felt your cheeks heating up, “I didn’t need it and you know that,” you muttered, remembering the incident a couple of weeks earlier. Calum laughed, “Yeah I know. I was actually going to invite you to the movies tonight.” You’d been cleaning the machine when he spoke and now you stopped and turned to him, “the movies? Like… a date?” You asked. Calum shrugged and sipped his drink, “yeah but… only if you’re comfortable with it.”

You nodded, “yeah Cal, it’s no problem.” Calum grinned at you, “great! I’ll pick you up at six? I have to get back to work.” You said your goodbyes and Calum left to go back to the shop. He’s such a dork, you thought as you went back to cleaning the machine.

You crossed your arms as you and Calum stood in line to go onto the movie. “I wish those kids would shut up,” you muttered as a group of kids screamed for the hundredth time since they’d arrived. Calum nudged you, “I bet you were just as loud when you were a kid.” You didn’t bother arguing with him, mostly because he was right but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

“I mean, you’re kind of loud now,” Calum continued. “Hey!” You protested hitting him lightly. He smirked as if your sudden outburst had just proved his point. You narrowed your eyes at him, “you can buy me an ice cream for that,” you joked. But Calum went along with it anyway, shimmying out of line to go up to the counter. You grinned as you watched him walk across room, your focus on him unbroken until a little girl approached you. “Excuse me?” She said, tugging on the sleeve of your shirt. She looked young, maybe five or six? You glanced around to see if you could spot anyone who might be missing a small child. What would someone missing a small child even look like? You thought, mentally kicking yourself.

“Hey lady?” The girl said, tugging your sleeve again. You glanced over at Calum briefly and then looked down at the girl. “Sorry,” you said, “are you alright?” The girl grinned up at you and nodded, “I just… wanted to tell you…” She seemed to have suddenly become shy so you nodded and let her continue. The girl looked away then looked at you with a big grin, “you and your boyfriend are like my parents,” she said finally. You frowned, totally taken aback by her comment.

“My… my boyfriend?” You asked, unable to put two and two together. The girl nodded and pointed to Calum, “he’s very tall,” she said sincerely. You looked over at Calum, your cheeks heating up, “well, yeah he is but he… he’s not my boyfriend.” The girl frowned, “he’s not? Are you sure because you-”

You cut her off midsentence, perhaps a little too harshly but people nearby had started looking over now. “Hey kid,” you said, “why don’t you go find your parents? I’m sure they’re worried sick about you.” The girl looked at you for a moment, “my parents aren’t sick,” she told you. “No, I uh… I meant that they’re probably looking for you.”

The girl nodded, “okay… well bye!” She said. She turned and ran towards two people who were in the line behind Calum. As Calum walked past the girl reached out to him and he stopped and bent down as the girl whispered something in his ear. At first, he looked surprised but then the girl pointed to you and he looked over and grinned then said something in reply to her. Oh God, you thought what did she say about me?

Calum joined you in the line again and handed your ice cream over. “You’re lucky I like you enough to pay an extra fifty cents for chocolate dip!” He joked. You laughed and thanked him for the ice cream. “What did that girl say to you?” you asked tilting your chin in her direction. Calum grinned, “I’m not allowed to tell you,” he said. “Oh, come on!” You protested, “It looked liked you agreed with her, just tell me, please?”

Calum looked around as if worried that someone might be listening in. “Okay,” he said bending his head down to you, “but don’t tell her that I told you, okay?” You frowned and nodded. “She said I had a really pretty girlfriend… she meant you. She thinks that you’re really pretty.” You laughed, partly out of embarrassment at the attention, and partly out of shock that he’d agreed with her. “We don’t even go out!” You said quietly, looking up at him. He smiled at you, “no but… every mall boy has to have a mall girl, right?”

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even if the intent of something i make could be categorized as horror, i always put comedy droplets or a somewhat whimsical tone into it because i err on the side of caution : that what i’m making isn’t going to actually be that scary. thus, being 100% serious about it will only hurt the attempt.

it’s not so much lack of confidence, this is basically because i haven’t seen a horror movie, played a horror game, or seen horror art that successfully frightened me in about 5 billion years. since almost nothing is actually creepy to me, i cannot for the life of me determine what is actually creepy to other people either, so i bank on things with people like me in mind - if it’s not scary, it needs to at least be interesting in its other aspects. this is why i pine for a comeback of creature features/monster based horror movies. they’re rarely that scary (to me) but at least i get to look at something freaky and creative!

Push #ComicsForward

It’s Keith Giffen’s fault. I keep telling people that he talked me into it in a dive bar on L.A.’s west side. But the truth is that I started this company out of the spare bedroom in my apartment because I couldn’t believe the guy that created Rocket Raccoon thought I could do it. Maybe we could bring something to comics that hadn’t been there before?

I’ve loved comics since 1976. I never thought I’d publish them. Sure, I’d worked with giants of the field, including Barry Windsor-Smith, Howard Chaykin, Jim Starlin, Walter Simonson, and others too numerous to mention, when I was a young marketing turk at Malibu Comics 20 years ago. But me, publish comic books? You’re crazy.

So it’s 10 years later now. Comics publishers don’t often make it that far, do they? We should do a victory lap right now.

But who wants to look backward when there’s so much more cool stuff around the bend?

Let’s talk about the future.

Have you ever had a friend that shared a lot of your interests, but they didn’t read comics? You gave them Watchmen, you gave them Y: The Last Man, you gave them X-Men. But nothing stuck. They liked the idea of comics, but there wasn’t a comic book that felt like it was made for them…

Let’s go make that comic book for them. Together. As fans, as creators, as retailers, as the press, as publishers. All of us. Let’s talk about how we can all Push #ComicsForward. Because comic books should be for everyone.

We know where we’ve been—our favorite eras, our favorite characters, our favorite runs. We already know all of that. I’ve got a garage full of Silver, Bronze, Copper, and Modern Age comics and I love them.

But the medium of comics has never been more on the forefront of driving pop culture and as fans of this art form, we have a rare opportunity to take that interest to the next level and embrace an entire generation of potential fans who don’t read comics right now.

We can make a new Golden Age.

At BOOM!, we’ve carefully selected new projects in 2015 that we believe will help Push #ComicsForward. These projects will take on risky subject matter, introduce new characters from diverse backgrounds, and debut a swath of new creative voices to the industry.

Just in the first few months of 2015, we’ve launched a gaming-inspired humor comic in Munchkin, two projects that tackle the complex climate in the Middle East with Burning Fields and The Realist, five series with unique female leads (Curb Stomp, HaloGen, Cluster, Help Us! Great Warrior, and Giant Days), a period crime project (Hit: 1957), and an original graphic novel about the cutest crabs to ever start a revolution (The March of the Crabs). And we’ve only just begun. But this movement isn’t just about BOOM!, it’s about all of us. We’ll be devoting a ton of our time and energy in 2015 to work with the press, conventions, and social media channels to keep the conversation going.

If you know me, you know I’m the “Challenge Accepted!” guy. If there’s a problem that hasn’t been solved or a project that seems insurmountable, I’m the first one to jump in. This is a big challenge, but I want you to join me in taking it on.

No one thought comics targeted at All Ages was viable until KaBOOM!. Now it’s the norm. No one thought an all-female cast of characters with an all-female creative team had a shot in the Direct Market—until Lumberjanes. And who would have guessed that an oversized limited series like Memetic, starring a hearing-impaired, gay college student and a blind, African-American general about a meme-induced apocalypse, would garner rave reviews? We did.

If you believe comics are great just the way they are, this isn’t for you. If you think superheroes are the only kinds of stories worth telling in comics, this isn’t for you. But if you want to see everyone reading comics—your aunt, your co-workers, your niece, your boyfriend, that kid down the street—let’s Push #ComicsForward in 2015.



Founder & CEO

BOOM! Studios

Spa Day

Santana lifted a glass of champagne in Dani’s direction, smiling.  The care ride was going to take a good forty five minutes, and she’d made sure they had a stocked bar and some movies for the ride in case they wanted them.  The day had been carefully planned when Dani booked it, but Santana was eager to see what their lunch was going to look like.  More than that, though, she couldn’t wait for Dani to be treated to a good pampering at her side - maybe something that they could make a habit of, if Dani enjoyed it.  “This is going to be amazing,” she smiled.  “I didn’t realize how badly I needed a day like this until now.”

So, I’m working on my project, and an idea entered my head, all rude and uninvited.

What if Rumplestiltskin never met Belle in the Enchanted Forest?

Let’s just say that Avonlea does fall, but the survivors maybe took refuge in another kingdom. Maurice was a knight, so maybe some king or queen let him stay in their big castle or something, with his daughter in tow.

Things still carry forward with Rumple’s curse, because not only did he need it, but it was also fated. Some of his motivations might have changed, but he still had the will to make sure this thing carried out, because it was all about finding his son. 

Random people, with tenuous connections to Regina have appeared in Storybrooke. Who is to say Belle and her father wouldn’t come as well? Maybe she is the indifferent bar fly and general thorn in proper society’s side, Racy Lacey. Maybe she’s the timid girl that works in her father’s shop, and wants to be a librarian, but had let others decide her fate.

So, my question to you. How would Belle and Rumple fall in love in this new scenario? They had never met before. Never shared months alone together in the Dark Castle. What brings them together, and realize that they are True Love?