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I have great news! Tongue In Cheek Boutique is now live on Etsy! With more stuff being added regularly as I make them!
Please check it out!
https://www.etsy.com/shop/TongueCheekBoutique

Also, Tongue In Cheek is now on Instagram too, where updates will be posted regularly on what I’m up to with my creations and any news. Just search TongueInCheekBoutique

Don’t forget that we have Facebook too, which I will keep updated as I will the Etsy store. This will also offer yet another media outlet for me to communicate with potential buyers and fans of my work :)

Please check it out, I’d really appreciate the support 😁

Jessi
xo

Young, Wild, and Free (Sehun x You)

Warning: This scenario contains themes such as underage drinking!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,300

Note:  5/12 of my first summer one shot series.

I’m not entirely sure how this scenario came out, but I hope everyone loves it nevertheless. I also discourage underage drinking, but I was in the mood to write a scenario about ruthless teenagers breaking into a pool during the summer.

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Teenage boys.

You could never understand them.

Always so young, wild, and free.

At one moment, they’re rebellious, slightly unruly from the faint angry flames glinting in their narrowed eyes- deceived by the misleading thoughts clouding their mind that they’re unparalleled. Confidence oozing from between sly smiles and trickling from the contours of sharp struts and dark fashion. But at another, they’re tongue-tied, cheeks flushed and eyes wavering from a simple fleeting, sultry glance across the hallway- easily manipulated by your smile and on their knees for any sign of affection.

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ashleyhollaback  asked:

Is Octopus Pie your first comic?

No, I made tons before it! Starting in grade school I made xerox paper comics about my pets. I had a few original characters:

“Poosh the Penguin & God” - a lot like Calvin & Hobbes/Bloom County. Poosh was commanded by God (represented by an anthropomorphic cloud) to save the world. Kind of like if Sinfest was drawn by an 8 year old girl.

“Flatfoot & Misty” - frog and turtle duo with Ren & Stimpy type slapstick humor. Misty was also my pet turtle. I got pretty mad when The Swan Princess (1994) had a similar frog and turtle team, because I’d intended for this to be my ticket to fame. These were the first comics I “self published” by taking them to the deli around the block and photocopying them.

I got really into this 1995 computer game “The Dig” and made a sorta original comic based on that. It was about a German scientist trying to escape an alien planet with his 2 other crew members, who were always busy fucking and not helping him. My sister made a parallel series with the same characters – if one of the pages turned out bad, she’d fold it up, staple it closed and write “REJECT - Don’t Open, Don’t Throw Away” on the outside.

“Spice’s Picture Book” was a series I made in a notebook over multiple years, but would only do a couple of entries per year, when my family was on vacation. Spice the cat would terrorize her neighbor, The Man. Pretty heady stuff. My brother spoke fondly of this comic at my wedding.

I made a bunch of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle comics over the years. Probably a few Lion King comics too. I made a Beavis and Butthead comic episode called “Crapper Jacks” in 7th grade that got chocolate all over it and it looked like crap.

I made a lot of Final Fantasy 7 comics during my “chibi” phase. These were probably the first ones I scanned onto the computer, with a handheld scanner at my friend’s house. I shared the images in AOL chatrooms by e-mailing them to anyone who wanted to see them. Shortly after this I got sick of comics and just wrote fanfiction for 2 years.

I returned to comics and did my first webcomic in 2000, a magical furry teen cat romance. My pet bird Kiwi was in it, too. No I don’t have any evidence of it. Sometimes people come up to me at cons and scare me by saying they remember it. I’m glad furries are considered cool now.

In 2004 or so I did my 2nd webcomic, a tongue in cheek superhero fashion college student adventure. It was sort of proto-OP in some ways, and is mostly lost to the ages. A few people remember this one; I gave it up to finish my thesis. My next comic was OP in 2007.

All right, this is probably a good note to end the Asks on. Thanks guys!

In 1893, Someone Predicted We’d Wear Leggings as Pants

Predicting the future is no easy task. Fifty years ago, science fiction writer Isaac Asimov imagined the technology of 2014 and saw underground suburbs, cube-like televisions, and a widening gap between human civilization and “nature.” 

In other words, he got some things right and some things wrong. But 60 years before him, a different prognosticator laid out a different version of future—or, at least, a more fashionable one.

That guy on the left up there? He’s a policeman, circa 1960. The man in the middle is a soldier. According to  “W. Cade Gall,” who wrote in 1893 with pen-in-hand and tongue-seemingly-in-cheek, that’s what the fashions of the 1960s would look like.

Gall, in fact, did this for every decade. You can see his predictions below.

He was writing for The Strand Magazine, a British fiction and “general interest” publication that ran from the early 1890s to 1950. I found his story in the excellent Public Domain Review.

Read more. [Image: Public Domain Review]

I said I could name 20 Heroines who I'd pay to see in their own films...

And damnit, I’m gonna do it. These are in no particular order and while some of them may be strange, remember, not every hero movie has to be a big o'l Iron Man III type thing. You can have some Blade-esq small fish too:

1. Black Widow - A sci-fi thriller featuring the rise of a Neo-Hydra organization that shows us what kind of jobs Nick Fury sends Natasha into when the Avengers would ask too many questions. Possible Foes: Madame Hydra, the Von Strucker twins. 

2. She-Hulk - A tongue-in-cheek action-comedy featuring Bruce’s lawyer cousin who gets a transfusion or transplant from him and gains her powers. Gives a ‘slice of life’ look at superheroes. Possible Foes: Titana, Volcana, the Mad Thinker and his Awesome Android. 

3. Firestar - Teenage girl gets microwave/fire powers in an accident (keeping her a mutant means she might not get into the Avengers-verse) and does the Spider-Man thing, just genderswapped. People remember her from Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends and she’d be a great audience proxy in a later Avengers movie when Cap has figured more shit out. Possible Foes: Pick a Spidey baddie that isn’t going to be used in the Spider-Man series.

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It’s “Allegro” at four, “Bumblebee” at ten, “Locatelli’s Caprice” at fourteen, and “Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto” at eighteen—by twenty-two, Eggsy is the excelling prodigy in the Kingsman Chamber Orchestra.

He’s not fond of what he does for a living; originally, he began accepting change off the streets at a young age by playing various notable pieces in the tube at peak hours of the day. It’s better than waiting tables or sitting around at home when Dean creates fistfuls of hurricanes that tear the house and his mother apart.

He never really appreciates the delicacy of playing the violin, with its tendency to screech at the slightest angle of the bow and the smell of chalk dusting lightly on his fingers. But he’s rather good at it over anything else, it pays decently, and playing the stupid instrument makes his mother and younger half-sister happy in the times they are not able to smile, and that is enough for Eggsy.

The multiple golden medals he receives from his solos hang heavily around his neck, and he merely goes to trade them at the thrift shops down the street.


If anything, he, as well as the rest of the audience, always looks forward to the main course of the chamber orchestra: the movements in the middle of their acts, especially the piano pieces.

Harry Hart—a bit twenty-or-something years older than him, yet has a young, curious gleam in his eyes that Eggsy’s heart skips a beat on—majestically plays the piano in such an ethereal way that it tugs painfully on the young man’s heartstrings to the point of tears, tugs him back to his rehearsal hall every morning and it all seems worth it.

Handsome, well-spoken, dresses all posh and smells like smokey vanilla—he’s a masterpiece all on his own, as Eggsy hears him play sonatas alone in one of the smaller, crimson-painted rooms down from the main rehearsal hall on the piano when everyone leaves the building at night. Eggsy will just quietly sit by the door outside of the room, eyes fluttering shut to the stokes of the keys and the tapping of strings and hearing the slight creaks in the pedals.

Eggsy makes sure to breathe again and scurry off when the music stops.

He never really talks to him; he’s certain Harry is a decent fellow, but there’s this awful thing that gets caught in his throat when he locks eyes with the man and before he knows it, he’s rushing out the door.


Eggsy plays from the crack of dawn until an hour before dusk four days a week, rehearsing for the next symphony scheduled to be performed overseas in Carnegie Hall. Eggsy frowns at the idea of a few day’s leave from London, and hopes his family fares well, that they are not painted in black and blue when he returns.

In the rehearsal hall, there is a shuffling about, and Chester, their orchestral conductor—they call him “Arthur” sometimes, since the Kingsmen like to stand out and whatnot and inexplicably go by Round Table names on the brochures—unfolds what appears to be a roster and tacks it to the bulletin by the exit door.

Eggsy pays no mind to the commotion, unpacking his instrument as his colleagues gather about the ivory slip, until Harry emerges from the crowd, approaching him with a sort of grin on his lips.

“Eggsy,” Harry begins. His name rolls off the tongue in a sort of honeyed tone, and Eggsy’s cheeks are tainted pink and he just wants him to say his name over and over again. “It seems as if we are assigned to compose a duet together.”