Round 2 Guys. And maybe the last of this kind. So, after the Stans travelled through Canada, Iceland and Sweden, I would kinda image that maybe…Ford wanted to see the old man’s grave. So back to New Jersey, the Mystery Twins investigated about the famous Jersey Devil. (the thing was a anger-issue fellow and Ford lost his favorite gun in the process). After so many feelings they go to Mexico, in time for Dia de los Muertos celebration. There they encountered La Llorona (thanks @yemiprotector for the infos and the idea <3 )
And then, after a royal hangover, they go back to adventure and met a Selkie (the design is greatly inspired by @fluffy-raccoon awesome Selkie)
I honestly haven’t think about it. Maybe…I dunno…I’ll do a comics about it-
And then…i drew pages. Again. Of course.
So again, thank you all for the reblogs, the awesome tags (which entertained me more than I could have imagined.) and the love. This fandom is awesome. You are awesome. Love, e.
EDIT: omg…I made typos…so many typos…Why oh god why
Before we were married, Bill and I lived in midtown, in a fourth floor walk up with four little rooms. It was old and falling apart, with crooked floors and a pink toilet. The bedroom was tiny, with textured wallpaper, and barely fit our creaky queen sized bed. It was cheap and it was drafty and it was ours.
Our building sat in the middle of 20th Street, dead center in a triangle made by church steeples. The view was quite lovely, but the wake up call was fierce.
Being young and unencumbered by tiny humans, Bill and I would often spend Saturday nights out with friends, jamming with his bandmates, or generally drinking and having fun. We could do as we pleased knowing Sundays were for sleeping. We would linger in bed, drifting in and out of sleep or enjoying the warm touches that came with sharing a bed. Hours would tick by until the church bells forced us awake.
By eleven, bells would peal from each point of the triangle, sending a holy symphony through our windows, ripping us from sleep. I used to hate it, wanting to stay in bed all day reading or napping. Little did I realize sleeping until eleven was a luxury I would sorely miss.