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twiststreet · 4 years

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My head’s hurting from work, so I’m going to type on here about the Marvel Comics February 2021 solicitations, for no reason, just to get my fingers moving about something besides whatever it is I do around here (?). (Does anyone know how to lawyer good?? Please send fried cheese).

Venom is looking for light that can pierce darkness, which they invented years ago-- it’s called “light.” That’s what light is, dummies.

There’s a comic character called Gwenom now... I guess that’s the Venom version of Gwen Stacey, a girl that Peter Parker killed when he threw one of his spunk-ropes at her legs at an inconvenient time. Spiderman: the relatable franchise!

Everybody’s fighting something called Knull this month. Knaaaah-I’m-good. Knothanks. Humor! Whee! Knull is actually the Korean version of a null-- if a null could be 12-15 beautiful, dancing hairless men, that would be the Marvel Universe’s greatest villain and art critic John Ruskin’s greatest contribution yet to popular culture. Just like I always said. (A fun thing on the internet is articles about Kpop stars balding, though, in case that got by you... kind of a fun topic...)

Black Panther is about Black Panther dealing with the “yearnings of his heart.” I sure hope this isn’t one of those “Obama wanted to sex up a leggy bisexual socialist” situations (a weird thing for Obama to be rambling about, but I mean, who among us, etc.).

They keep talking about a King in Black. Is that supposed to be a reboot of the King in Yellow? I guess black is cooler than yellow, for goths and what have you. Is this for the goths? Remember when goths were a huge genre in comics? “Life is a black flower in a cemetery, and when you open your mouth to scream, only the darkness can hear it. Anyways, here’s a comic book full of gags and laugh-em-ups.”-- Slave Labor Graphics, 1995-2005. Are those still a thing? Or are there comics now about whatever Generation Z does instead of being goth, like, I don’t know, watching people saying the n-word while playing videogames on twitch....? Are there comics in that genre?? I have no idea-- I don’t know their ways! The youths terrify me... (I spent like 2 minutes at lunch today looking at a Buzzfeed article about how a Tik Tok star vomited a snail and I had to stop because I felt blood coming out of my eyes... It got pretty J-Horror...)

“a mob of Knullified inmates” -- wordplay!

There’s a comic writer with the last name “Grønbekk“ now. I think that’d be neat, having a name that force people who write it to have to figure out how to do special characters on their keyboards for. I mean, it’d make filling in bubbles for the PSAT harder, and all, but when was the last time you took the PSAT? Last week??? During a pandemic?! In this economy? Aurora borealis???

I have a hard time pronouncing S.W.O.R.D. I keep wanting to pronounce the W. But I have an easy time not buying it! HEY-O!!! Proud of myself!

Oh right, they have Esad doing Eternals comics now. That’s like the biggest Kirby thing that I never liked very much, not including Golden Age stuff that I don’t really know. (I mean, there’s always some Golden Age comic about little kids at a ranch who are learning about their bodies or whatever, and who’s even read any of those except for your mom, judging by how much she knows about young men’s bodies). It felt like that was the one where he let the 70′s get to him. Or I don’t know-- the designs aren’t cool. The main guy, Blonde Man, he just has like a crotch-bib, and a bunch of badges he got from a Horseshoe Manufacturing Convention pinned to his plunging-neckline-for-men henley shirt, and like... It just wasn’t Kirby’s best day. (I mean, Kirby’s best day was probably when he murdered a bunch of sleeping Nazis that he came across in the woods who never knew what hit ‘em, but I mean, artistically). Yeah, yeah, the Celestials-- all the big weird Celestial shit-- sure, sure, I mean, yes, he was still Kirby. He was Kirby till the end. But. It’s just not stuff I’ve ever managed to get past like page 5 on... I’m sure Esad’s good or not or whatever, I like his work, but you know, I don’t feel any great like nostalgia or affection for that franchise, so. But there’s going to be a Kumail movie, so it’s like... the MCU’s getting into the Stuber business. I’ll end up seeing it and having to reevaluate eventually...

X-Men Legends, except the first legend up to bat is Fabian Nicieza. A finger goes down on a monkey’s paw somewhere.

X-Force. One of my nephews asked me what an X-Force was out of the blue the other day. I have no idea where he heard about it, but it was pretty worrisome stuff. Have you ever tried to explain what an X-Force is to a child? Not easy! “But you see then Rob Liefeld took over the New Mutants, but here’s the thing: Louise Simonson still had a great career on Superman, which I think shouldn’t go overlooked here”... I'm not great with kids...

“Cable gets together with his – ahem – intimate friend Domino.“

The Iron Man #6 solicitation is longer than the script to some of these comics. Calm it down, Alan Moore! It includes the phrase “With Hellcat on the psychological ropes” -- oh, the psychological ropes and what have you. Those ropes! You wouldn’t want people who are into the ropes in a tumblr way to get the wrong idea. (I’m not into the ropes-- I followed a girl on here who got into the ropes and it just... She seemed happy! I mean, I can’t judge it, but needing a merit badge in knots just to make out-- isn’t life hard enough?).

People in superhero comics are always struggling with their aunt’s sister and their uncle’s nephew. Boy, events are certainly happening to characters. Tensions are at an all-time high. Can things ever go back to how they once were???

There’s a sequel to Marvels except it’s called Marvel...? Kind of a reverse Alien, I guess. A copy of NFL Superpro is going to burst out of Kurt Busiek’s chest. RIP.

Are all of these characters on boats now??

“MARDI GRAS VARIANT COVER BY HUMBERTO RAMOS” Humberto Ramos is going to show us his tits for beads! Finally! Beads! Beads! Beads!

The new issue of Conan will be a “perfect jumping-on point”. You know: for people who worry that they wouldn’t be able to understand a fucking Conan comic without a helping hand. MENSA-types, scientists, philosophers, dreamers, rainbow-connectioners, and what have you. Aiming for that braniac crowd with a jumping on point for Conan, something that’ll help them see through the fog and really finally at last comprehend what’s going on. (Remember when Time Magazine called the Conan movie “Star Wars for psychopaths”...? Reviews for that first movie are a lot of fun).

The new Star Wars series is called the HIGH REPUBLIC. Yeaaaaaah man, George Washington grew that shit. You can make paper out of it. Star Wars knows what’s up. (You know that I was 1000% the “you can make paper out of it” guy for most of my life, you can guess that-- I'm not ashamed; the internet’s judged me too many times for it to hurt anymore!!!).

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songficsbyrissi · 6 years

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Let Em’ Know (Part 2)

Previously on Let Em’Know..... (click here for part 1) *click bolded words to see how characters look like*

“That’s mine, y’all! Y/N Y/L/N belongs to Erik Stevens and y’all better remember that! I’m back!” You shook your head at his yelling traveling up the stairs and back to your room. Erik was still yelling and as much as you wanted to tell him to shut up, you didn’t. Let em’ know, baby. Let em’ know...... ************ “Ughhhh I’m gonna body myself!” You whined as you unravel one of the braids of your braid out. You were a whole dumbass for doing your braid out late last night when you had work in the morning. Because now, your hair is not even dry yet but you couldn’t find your scarf so you couldn’t wrap your head up and call it a day. To add insult to injury, if you didn’t hurry up, you were going to be late. It wouldn’t look good that the only black girl that works at Victoria’s Secret is running late. You decided to pick your hair out and wrapped it up in a high bun. You came to the top of the stairs and rushed down until you heard voices. It was your parents, JJ, and.....Erik? You had to eavesdrop. “Wow Erik. It must’ve been really terrifying. You are a very brave man.” Your mom spoke. “I learned a lot in the military and I would say I did it for my country but that would be a lie. It was for my dad. This country don’t care about my people.” You stifled back a laugh. Typical Erik. The nigga was a perfect mix of Huey and Riley Freeman. A black revolutionary hood nigga. You sure knew how to pick ‘em. You heard your dad chuckle. “You are completely right, my man.” JJ spoke up. “Mama, I wanna join the military.” “I will military whoop your butt if you do.”

You snickered at your mom’s response but ceased when you heard her talk again. “Erik, you should know that Y/N was really hurt when you left.” Your mother paused. “We are happy to see you but if you intend on leaving again, leave for good. I never want to see her like that again.” You choked up at your mother’s words and nodded. She was completely right and Erik knew it. “Ma’am, I’ve came back for good and I’m letting everyone know that. Your daughter still has my heart. She making me work for it but she’s worth it.” “That’s good!” JJ chirped with some attitude in his voice. “You had my sister crying in her room and eating all the cookies in the house. I got my eyes on you!” You finally made your way down the stairs with everyone turning their head towards you except JJ who was still mean mugging Erik. “JJ, why are you looking at Erik like he ate the last cookie in the house?” You sighed trying not to giggle at your little brother. “Because! He is the reason why you ate all of the cookies that one time!” JJ stepped closer in the older man’s face. “You owe me cookies, nigga!” “Jonathon!” Your mother gasped as your dad and Erik laughed in their hands. “Where’d you get that from?” “Alright guys! I’m leaving for work! Bye! I love y’all!” You ran out of the house and got into your car to prevent getting in trouble for JJ’s choice of words, which wasn’t your fault. The little negro needed to stop eavesdropping. As you practically sped to work, your phone rang and you groaned thinking it was your dad calling. You picked up without looking at the screen. “Dad, I never said nigga in front of JJ. It was one of those bad kids at his school!” “Girl, I ain’t your dad. But I am your daddy so you’re close.” You glanced at your phone seeing Erik’s name on the screen and made a sour face. “Yeah no. I only have two father figures. That’s God and my father. Hallelujah!” “Stop clowning.” Erik laughed causing you to smile a little bit. “Anyways, I was wondering where my princess is going.” “For the last motherfucking time, Stevens-“ “You prefer queen?” “Shut up.” You rolled your eyes pulling into a free parking spot and turned off the ignition. You exited your car grabbing your gold Michael Kors bag and locking your car doors. “So you just not gonna answer my question, princess?” Erik asked impatiently. “Ohhh look who has selective hearing now!” You cackled wickedly as you entered the Eastgate Mall passing the leaving customers. Erik sucked his teeth at your smartass remark. “You were too busy getting threatened by my little brother, I guess. I said I’m going to work.” “Oh shit! Look at you! Working and shit and you a college student. Ok my little Michelle Obama!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. You could not stand this nigga, on God. “Where you work at, ma? Might come visit you.” “Nope. That info is only available to my nigga, sorry. Alright bye, I’m going to work now.” “Y/N-“ You cut him off by hanging up and smirked to yourself. Not only did you tell Erik he’s not your man, but you hung up the phone in his face. You were really teasing and testing the fuck out of him and it was fun. You deserved this after that little stunt he pulled. You clocked into work and began your shift by stocking perfume and folding panties. “Hey Y/N.” You turned to see Damien, one of your classmates from last semester walking into the store with a bouquet of flowers. You lowkey hoped those flowers weren’t for you. Damien was a nice boy who had a crush on you. He was Jamaican, 6’5, and captain of your college basketball team. He was cute with the nicest eyes. You started talking to him but realized you just wanted to stay friends with him. You turned him down nicely but he still flirted with you. You were a “persistent nigga” magnet. “Hi Damien!” You have him a side hug. “I’m surprised to see you here. How have you been?” “Ahh I’ve been alright and I was visiting my uncle who lives here in your city then I remembered you said you worked here. So I took my chances hoping you were working today.” He handed you the flowers. “These are for you.” You smiled nervously trying to cover up the fact that you were cringing inside. “Oh Damien, this is sweet but-“ “Hey princess!” Erik’s voice boomed throughout the store and you were wondering if you were relieved or annoyed he was here. Erik looked Damien up and down with his face scrunched up and pointed at him. “Who the fuck is this nigga?” You nodded to yourself. Yeah, you were annoyed. “Erik, this is Damien, my friend from college. Stop being rude, negro.” You glanced at Damien and gestured towards Erik. “Damien, this is Erik-“ “Her boyfriend! And I don’t appreciate you coming in my girl’s job trying to romance her and shit.” Erik glimpsed at the bouquet in the other man’s hands and chuckled. “You not even romancing her right, nigga. Y/N hates flowers. She finds them pointless and waste of money because those shits die.” Erik turned to you giving you a Wingstop container and you gasped, smiling wide as you opened it. Inside of the container was your favorite 6 piece Cajun wings with Cajun fries. “Peep how her eyes glowing at the food and not your raggedy ass flowers. I know her and you don’t so hang that shit up, b.” You snapped out of your lustful gaze and hit Erik’s chest. “Erik, apologize right now. That’s rude as hell.” Erik sighed turning to Damien. “I’m sorry you can’t have my girl.” You scoffed pushing Erik away. “Damien, I’m so sorry. Excuse him. He’s too much of a nigga to function.” Damien was visibly annoyed with Erik which was completely understandable. He wanted to fight but decided against it. Erik looked ready, not caring the man had 5 inches on him. Damien focused back on you, giving you a smirk and handing you the flowers. “It’s fine, Y/N. Please still take the flowers and when you realize this clown doesn’t deserve you, give me a call. I’ll be waiting.” He sent you a wink and left the store. You sighed deeply. You were not even gonna bother telling him that Erik technically wasn’t your boyfriend. Shit, maybe he’ll finally leave you alone. “I know this nigga did not just wink at you!” You turned to Erik seething. “Erik, what the hell was that? You embarrassed me!” “I’m sorry but not sorry, princess. I had to let him know what the deal is.” Erik explained himself causing you to groan. “Look, once we’re finally back together, I won’t have to do this because I know you got it but since you’re technically single, I gotta make sure these niggas back off of what’s mine.” You squinted your eyes. “You are full of shit. You are still going to fucking do it.” Erik sucked his teeth then began to laugh. “Yeah, I’m lying.” You shook your head holding back your smile. You lowkey wanted to laugh but you couldn’t let him know you were somewhat amused by his antics. “Whatever. How’d you remember that? My favorite wingstop combo and how I feel about flowers?” Erik touched your chin, lifting it up. “You’d think I’d forget that, shorty?” You raised an eyebrow backing away. “Wait, how’d you find out where I worked?” “You ask too many questions. I’ll see you later, princess.” Erik kissed your temple and walked his annoying ass out of the store. You turned on your heel making your way to the back to put down the food and flowers. On your way there, your white co-worker, Stephanie, grinned at you annoyingly. She was one of those wannabe black girls who was using slang and getting tans to resemble a lightskin woman. You would beat her ass but you liked working here. “Oooh I see you, girl. Is that your man?” “Don’t worry about it.” You answered with attitude and she put her hands up in defense. “I’m just saying. If you don’t want that fine milk chocolate man, I will gladly take him.” She smiled wickedly popping her gum. “Try it and I will gladly slit your throat.” You snapped smiling back sarcastically and continued to the back room. **************** Erik opened the passenger door to a black Volvo with heavily tinted windows and took a seat. The woman in the drivers seat side eyed him with her mouth twisted in irritation. “You stay having me wait long for your ass. What the fuck were you doing?” He groaned popping open the glove department to pull out a blunt and lighter. “Don’t worry about it. Just drive so we can do what we gotta do.” She glanced at his lap seeing your face as the lock screen of his phone. “Did it have something to with this girl you keep talking about?” When Erik didn’t reply, the woman snorted and continued. “You are a dumbass motherfucker. You are playing with fire and you are not the only one going to get burned. You know that, right? Keep it up and you on your own. I ain’t getting burned, Erik.” Erik took a drag of his blunt and blew out the smoke. “Ain’t shit getting burned but this blunt right here. My ex ain’t got nothing to do with anything, aight? If you were really with me, you would know that I got you. Stop bugging.” She put the car in drive. “Be careful. That’s all I’m saying.” Erik chuckled deeply taking another hit of the blunt. “When am I not?”

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