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Prompt alert: Lucifer getting used to flying again and ends up taking Chloe for a flight

“Wait,” Ella says. “Are you serious? He has wings? Wingy-wings?”

“Yeah.” Chloe rubs the bridge of her nose. “I know I sound a little cracked, but… I kind of figured that you were the only person I could talk to who might get it.”

“Aw, man. That is so sweet. But.” Ella is not going to be distracted. “He has, you know – ” She does an improvised Funky Chicken in the middle of the forensics lab. “Can he fly? Because I’m sorry, that would be awesome.”

Chloe eyes her narrowly. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“Why not?” Ella shrugs. “I’ve always known there was something different about him. Weird. I mean, not weird – well, yes, weird, a lot weird, but more than just that. Him being an angel, I can’t say I’m all that shocked, you know? It’s not like it’s something that I think can’t happen. I believe in a book where it happens a lot. Hey, has he announced anything? Like the two of you are meant to be and having a miracle baby?”

Chloe’s look turns cold. “No.”

“Darn.” Ella sighs. “Anyway. Wow. I have so many questions. I’m not gonna ask them, because  he’ll do that thing where he spooks and runs away like a startled turtle. If turtles ran, but you know what I mean. Is he here?”

“Yeah. In the break room.” At the other woman’s look of barely restrained curiosity, Chloe sighs and decides that since the cat, or rather the angel, is out of the bag, they might as well at least allow Ella a chance to peek. Not that Lucifer is going to be strutting around the station with his wings (or any other part of him, hopefully) hanging out, but still. “Fine. Come on.”

They leave Ella’s lab and start down the corridor to the break room. Just before they enter, however, they hear a familiar voice complaining, “Lucifer, did you eat my pudding again?”

“I did not.”

“It was right there!” Trust Dan’s dessert-related tribulations to be ongoing. “Look, I might not mind letting you have it if you asked, but you can’t just grab it and – ”

“Fine, if it’s that big of a deal, I’ll just fly down to the corner store and act as your personal messenger angel, shall I? More of Gabby’s gig than mine, but if you insist – ”

“Lucifer, can you not say crazy shit for two seconds and just – how’d you fly, anyway – ”

“Oh for goodness’ sake, Daniel! WITH THESE!”

There is a rush of air, a whoosh, a sudden light that does not come from the dismal fluorescents, and papers swirl off down the hall in a miniature cyclone. Chloe stops, stares, and then rushes forward, Ella on her heels, to wrench the door open and find Dan flattened across the far wall looking as if he is about to have a heart attack. This is understandable, due to the fact that Lucifer is standing with wings unfolded, bursting from the back of his usual smart suit jacket, tips almost touching the workplace safety poster on one wall and the coffee machine on the other. At the sight of her, he folds them tidily against his shoulders and smiles brightly. “Ah! Detective!”

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why I hate the pen comic

I gotta get something off my chest. Every few weeks a tumblr comic of a certain nature appears. It usually has very crude drawings by what appears to be a young, up and coming professional cartoonist. There is a purity and honesty to them that makes them popular, but I need to express a big problem I have with them.

They’re ironically enforcing an incredibly negative message, while promoting positivity. A very nicely drawn comic I just read gave the message that you should “Ignore the haters” aka the people who would criticize your art in a negative, deconstructive way. It was a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the message I received: that people who don’t like you or your work should not have a foothold in how you conduct yourself.

Yes, I agree with that. That’s good to do. But how is this doing that? How is this ignoring the haters? How does passive engagement with the haters, upholding the haters, and sentencing the haters equate to ignoring the haters? How is this positive at all?

The message of creating art is always a good one. Everyone should create art, unhindered! But I sense there is a problem when this message is constantly being reblogged and redone and rehashed. It doesn’t evolve, it stays the same. It’s a sign of an unaddressed problem that is consistently on peoples’ minds and is never really resolved. It plays off of and strengthens peoples’ already debilitating insecurities.

So, what? Why does this bug me? It bugs me because it gets so many things wrong. It bugs me because it’s done by someone really talented, and could be much much better. It bugs me because this raw emotion was turned into a soulless workplace poster, trying to delineate a moral message through a calculated caricature of a scenario presented as fact, instead of creating a true narrative with characters and setting and conflict, which this has none of. It’s not really art. It’s an essay, like this one. It tries to suppress criticism, like this. These attitudes are accepted and celebrated and permeate too many cartoonists in the tumblr community, even though it doesn’t do anything to make anyone happy. It might make someone feel a bit better, but it’s only because it reaffirms your unhappy thoughts.

But what do I know? I’m just a fucking janitor.

In the 1920′s, building on the success of the government’s WWI poster campaign and, in response to the labor struggles of the time, Mather & Company created a series of workplace posters marketed towards employers. 

In honor of Mother’s Day we’re sharing this 1927 poster in which, after casting about for the strongest motivational tool possible, the Mather folks decided to borrow from their mothers and deploy guilt. 

From collection 2005.278.2, in Hagley’s Audiovisual Collections. Slate’s resident historian, Rebecca Onion, has an excellent post about Mather on Slate’s The Vault, which you can read here