Okay but the worst thing about the chloeniccole thing is that I can tell you even from an objective standpoint they fucked up.
Like for one, to sue her for defamation it has to be published by a third party source not in emails and it has to be proven not only false (which her opinions can’t be proven false) and you have to be proven to have caused injurious harm.
So basically grown adults threatened a young woman with something they KNEW was false to stop her from having an opinion they didn’t like.
I don’t even watch the show and i know they’re fucking up majorly. Someone fire that publicist holy fuck.
In case you’re confused! This comic is implying polyamory between Rick and the Stan twins (Rick Stanwich). Apparently Ford is the more likely one to kiss his neck? Because he immediately blames Ford? idk
I was doodling Stanchez one night with tesazombie. The next day I looked at one of the pictures and there was a smudge that looked like a hickey on Rick’s neck. I drew an entire comic based on an accidental drawing.
Hi my name is John Quincy Adams and I have long brown hair (but I’m starting to go bald) with white streaks and brown tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like John Adams (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to George Washington but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m running for president but I’m not gonna campaign. I have pale white skin. I’m also a Democratic Republican, and I was the Secretary of State in America from 1817-1825 (I’m 58!!!). I’m a Whig (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love long pants and my mom complains about the way I dress. For example today I was wearing a black jacket with pants under it, and a black cotton vest, white socks and black boots. I was wearing white hair powder and a hat that Henry Clay gave me. I was walking outside The Capital Building. It was The Era Of Good Feelings, so there was widespread political unity, which I was very happy about. A lot of Jacksonians stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.