Scully honestly cannot remember the last time she was this bored.
She’s going on night three – three! – of this ridiculous stakeout. Originally, she and Mulder were supposed to take turns on the overnight shift. But after the first night, which he’d somehow talked her into taking, Skinner had called Mulder away to Vermont, and it’s been up to her to carry on alone.
On a case she doesn’t for a second believe is actually an X-File to begin with.
She hasn’t been here around the clock, of course. Even if she could stay awake for days on end, Mulder knows better than to ask that of her. But Skinner won’t approve a second set of agents for backup, either. He called her last night, about two hours after he called Mulder away.
“Agent Scully, I apologize for pulling Agent Mulder off the stakeout. Something’s come up that I need him to look into.”
“Just Agent Mulder, sir?”
“For the moment at least, yes. But while I cannot authorize the use of an agent to replace him, I will allow you to rely on videotape for the hours you can’t personally be on-site.”
“Sir, the regulations require–”
“I’m well aware of the regulations, Agent Scully. I’m overruling them in this instance. If Mulder’s work out of state keeps him away for more than 48 hours, we will re-evaluate the situation at that time. Understood?”
She hadn’t even attempted to hide her sigh. “Yes, sir.”
She is, at least, off the hook entirely for the hours the club is closed, and video surveillance covers the rest of the time she’s not here. Of course, she’s still responsible for reviewing the footage in search of their mystery woman. So far, no sign.
She is so. Very. Incredibly. Bored.
The furnace makes a sudden, horrible groan, and she jumps at the sound. There’s a clank, followed by another, and then silence.
“Oh no. No, nono, no, no…”
It doesn’t take much examination to determine the thing is dead. No amount of cajoling, fiddling, or downright begging will get it to turn on again. Great. Because this assignment wasn’t miserable enough already.
OH! Let me explain about mermaid purse Peter! I’m awake now lol
Tony’s a Tiger Shark and Tiger Sharks give birth basically live. So the eggs hatch inside mom and swim free after birth.
Peter is a different type of shark (I didn’t decide which) but the mermaid purse he’s in is kinda more like you’d find a Skate in. Because….it was a dumb doodle and I didn’t 100% research mermaid purses lol
Apparently not many sharks lay their eggs that way but I always liked them. Here’s my favorite one bc it looks really cool. A Port Jackson Shark egg!
These two fight like polar opposites, always bickering and never meeting ends, which is pretty amusing to Zer’ruh, as it causes them to get into situations that wouldn’t have happend, if they weren’t butting heads.
Gale pretty much looks out for himself, not concerning himself with others or their affairs, and turns his nose up towards those he deems in lower standing than him, which is the majority of the population, as he holds the title ‘anchor’, or “Keeper of the Moon / Chain” .
Sebeaux on the other hand, is selfless, and will always throw out a helping hand to those in need, and would even take a bullet for a butterfly. He believes he is equal to all people of the realm, and would never hold his title above someone else, as he rarely mentions it at all, and holds the title ‘anchor’ or “Keeper of the Sun / Chain”.
Two more precious children added to the SoS cauldron, muahahaha :D -I originally had a comic planned to go under the sketches, but it kind of turned into chapter fragment of sorts, and so I decided to go ahead and throw this set out there.
Dude I cannot explain how much I love your latest art - Tracer's finger guns and Widow's expression, it is just so *on point* I can't deal. Thanks for givin' us the good stuff!
This message made me really happy! Thank you so much! ^^
tbh whenever I post new art I’m always nervous and holding my breath hoping that the right feel and the right message comes across. I draw mostly AUs and a lot of non-canon fanart but I always hope to stay true to what we know about Tracer and Widow’s characters so far. At the same time, I also try to show a different side to them that wasn’t shown in canon/in-game and yet make it look plausible.. >u<;;;
So receiving a message saying that the comic felt *on point* made my day! Accuracy was super important in this comic because it’s about Tracer aiming her finger guns at her “target”! ;D <3
I’m not really sure? They’ve all made at least some passing comments alluding to being bi, especially during the earlier stages of their career when they were spending time with Pansy Division. I’ll try and dig up some sources in a bit. I don’t think he’s explicitly LGBT like Billie is, but I could be wrong.
I wasn’t sure when I reblogged that addition to my post but I didn’t think the accuracy was super important because the point still stands, yanno?
Well, this has been a labor of love, all for my wonderful Secret Santa, nemo-miracle-grow. Dana, you found me out at the very last! I knew the pigeon farming race would be my downfall! It’s been so fun getting to know you a little bit over these last few weeks. I hope you’ve enjoyed all my nonsense, and I hope that we can continue to chat in the future.
So, this is my longest story EVER, coming in at around 12,000 words. 1,000 words for each day of Christmas? It’s no lords a leaping or drummers drumming, but it’ll have to do. Anyways, I hope you like it, Dana! And I hope it gives all of you who read it a little bit of that magic Christmas feeling. Merry Christmas!!!
It’s a fucked up name, Finn thinks as he trudges across the room, scuffing the remains of last night’s sludge across the crummy dated carpet. Just because someone can’t afford to go home for Christmas, it doesn’t mean they’ve got dead parents. And if they did have dead parents, then it’s even more fucked up. It’s a stupid name for a stupid thing, but he promised his Dad that he wouldn’t hide out all alone in his room over the holidays, so here he is in the University’s overly warm cafeteria building with a flask in his pocket and his headphones around his neck. He may be here, but that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it.
He pushes through the glass paneled double doors into the meeting room and has to repress a groan. There’s no real way to dim the lighting for the party, so the florescent lights glaringly illuminate the depressing scene. In the center of the room, a pair of foldable tables are festooned with plastic holiday tablecloths, but they’re the cheap kind and they show the battered and stained faux-wood beneath. Only a dozen or so chairs surround them, and Finn shudders at the thought of the intimacy they’ll be forced to share. He’s going to have to make meaningless chit-chat with these people for several hours, and he’s exhausted already just thinking about it.
There’s another set of tables in one corner, and a pair of girls are bent over them, fussing with something beneath. He lets his eyes roam over their figures, linger on their upturned behinds for a moment since they’re facing away, but neither of them is anything special from here, and his attention wanders almost instantly. It’s been a near constant stream of girls since he got back four months ago, but none of them have kept his attention for more than a week or so. He’s not sure what exactly he’s looking for, isn’t all that sure he’s looking for anything really, but whatever that elusive thing is, it’s not in the stream of bubbleheaded girls who touch his arm and bat their eyelashes at him over their cheap beers in red plastic cups.
Hoooooly cow, Christine's green dress is SO SO SO pretty! Can we get a full view- front, side, and back- of it, please, if it won't trouble you? Thanks! <3
Haha thank you so much!
Woof, that is…a bit of a tall order but fortunately, I was needing to make a little ref sheet for this chapter anyway. Dangit, Christine–you’re wearing a potato sack for the rest of the comic! You’re hurting me hand!
Basically, it is a green dress with velvet trim–in dark green and deep pink/magenta. She’s got a cream bow tie (under which she is going to wear the golden ring). The dress is a variation, I guess…of a jupe drape + but a sectioned front that comes up a few inches higher than the rest. She paired it with some fingerless gloves + dark red brodequins because she just didn’t feel like boots and heels today. Besides, navigating an underground lake in heels? fuggetaboutit
anyway, id like to take this moment to reiterate: you do not need proof in order to have a trans headcanon. meta style “proof” is 100% optional. If you want evidence to point to, for whatever reasons, be it personal assurance, or argument, be my guest, but just because that is an option doesn’t mean it is necessary. and if there is something that “disproves” your character being trans? it is not necessary to recognize that if you dont want to. this is all about fun and entertainment, there is no Right way to have a headcanon. and if youre just, like, super duper into canon accuracy and a trans reading doesnt work? thats what aus are for! the possibilities are endless. just do whatever makes you happy!
and, additionally, you do not NEED to engage everyone who may argue with you! i choose to, because i am grown and i know i can handle it. and, frankly, i love arguing kjfjkfdh but please, put your own health and safety first! use the block button as you see fit, unfollow blogs which no longer feel good to follow, turn anon/the ask box/messaging off if you need to! hell if you just want to! you dont owe anyone anything, not an argument or proof of an idea or your time or energy, especially not vitriolic people (unless you want to of course)
in the meantime, be what you want to see in the world! that is my #1 piece of advice. i love trans sherlock, and i make trans sherlock content. if you love a different trans headcanon, make that content! if you hate trans sherlock, make your own damn content where he’s c*s and leave my ass alone! if you cant make content then consume the content you do enjoy! we’re all just having fun out here. anyway dont shit in peoples inboxes, and take care of yourself
#269. 9-volt actually managed to get into the latest Smash Bros. Where is he? Well, lemme ask you this. Who do you think is shooting that Duck Hunt’s Zapper Gun when he does a smash attack with such accuracy?
So hey, I'm thinking of writing a dumb fantasy novel set in the american 1920's. I've decided sexism and homophobia do not exist in this setting because because I'm a gay lady and I want a fun adventure story where the gay and/or lady characters get to do cool stuff and don't get dragged down by that. Would it be weird if I treat racism in the same way?
Listen: everything created today is modern. People always try to front like when examining a historical time period (or even some fake-ass dragon style bullshit set in a time kinda like the Middle Ages) through fiction written in the present day, there’s some requirement that this fiction must accurately reflect the sexist, racist, homophobic past, even though other facts of their fiction might be inaccurate or improbable or whatever.
It’s like, when it’s convenient, people realize that these time periods, settings and situations, are used as a metaphor to tell a story about the human condition. You can focus on, or portray things and events, even tough events, with women, people of color, or LGBTQ people in a way that’s humanizing or not, but getting super focused on “historical accuracy” only when bigotry is on the line is bullshit.
So yeah, please, make the world you want, and tell it the way you please. First, it’ll definitely be no more revisionist or self serving than the histories written by white dudes that have been passed down through the ages, and second, you’re not talking to people in the 1920s, you’re talking to an audience now.
This moment is terrifying, not just because the clown comes to life immediately afterward (thus inciting a boom in superheroes appearing at birthday parties instead of clowns that lasted for an entire generation), but because of the football poster over the little boy’s bed.
It says “1988 Super Bowl XXII.” The poster is accurate in that Super Bowl XXII was in 1988, but it’s weird that a little boy would choose to have that on his wall in a movie that was released in 1982. There’s no indication throughout Poltergeist that any of it is supposed to take place in the future.
So what? They probably didn’t want to deal with licensing from the NFL or something, right? It’s not like something insanely coincidental and horrible happened six years later on the day of the Super Bowl in 1988.
No! That was a trick! Of course something happened.