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fox-teeth · 1 year
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If you don’t follow me on twitter you may have missed that last night, by reaching the 45k stretch goal, Failure to Launch is gonna pay off my private student loans. Thank you everyone for supporting our project <3
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thecoffeelorian · 23 days
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Crosshair only became "evil" because of his chip activation and the mindflayer machine, yet instead of discovering that machine's creation and restoring his reputation, he has to remain the "incurably evil monster" because...
CX-2's body type, movements, and mannerisms all scream that Tech might not be dead after all, yet instead of showing his face and proving that he needs help, he has to stay in the shadows because...
Echo had THE right idea all along by vocalizing his need to help the other Troopers; yet instead of acknowledging his good will and wishing him luck and safe travels, he has to be sighed at and accused of never being satisfied because...
Wrecker SHOULD have been given the chance to tell Crosshair all about his own chip activating and what it did to his emotions, yet he was relegated to armor delivery duty and not much else because...
Because...why, again...?
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bluedelliquanti · 1 year
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I have a new story in an anthology whose crowdfund starts today: Iron Circus Comics’ Failure to Launch!
Failure to Launch is a light-hearted, educational tour of the (so far!) unrealized technological and societal advances promised in years past, but which never came to be. What could have been, but wasn't. It tells the tales of space utopias, incredible inventions, societal revolutions, robot pets, and even predictions of planet-wide Armageddon!
My entry is inspired by one of my favorite topics: the O’Neill cylinder, the space colony design that never was. Back the book by March 9 and you’ll have your chance to read it!
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fanaticloser · 2 years
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Can y’all guess my favorite trope
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tuiskuh · 1 year
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Hi everyone, my comic about a failed Finnish doomsday cult and their silver zeppelin TO BE BELIEVED TO BE SEEN is gonna be in the next Iron Circus anthology, FAILURE TO LAUNCH!!
Here's the link to the pre-launch page. Don't miss out on our first hour of funding and get notified when it drops!!!
Aaaand here is a page to pique your interest!!
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Please check out this project, i have worked on this for such a long time and i am SO excited that the kickstarter is finally here!!
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littleiggydog · 10 months
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Couple of fun frames from the ‘squish’ scene
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matthewchadd · 9 months
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24 best Sarah Jessica Parker movies and tv shows that she performed really good and brilliant and I hope she’ll return on the big screen ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
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beekeeperspicnic · 1 year
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Entirely unrelated to Sherlock Holmes (as far as I know, anyway!) but I thought I would share that have a comic in this anthology which is currently crowd-funding!
Failure to Launch is a light-hearted, non-fiction tour of (so far!) unrealized technological and societal advances promised in years past, but which never came to be. What could have been, but wasn't.
My story is called Bagels in Space, and considers why nobody has ever tried to make a rotating wheel space station.
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Even before DSD announced his candidacy, some creative person created a hilarious AI spoof for the (failed) Twitter Spaces launch.
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The spoof featured Klaus Schwab, Dick Cheney, satan, the FBI, hitler, George Soros
"Congratulations Governor" 😂 from Klaus Schwab
@lovelycariad "Congratulations Charles"
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irisjaycomics · 1 year
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FAILURE TO LAUNCH on BackerKit now! Featuring my new story LOST DOGS!
Before it became a punchline, the AIBO was an ambitious experiment in personal robotics... until Sony pulled the plug. Read my new comic LOST DOGS inside the ICC anthology FAILURE TO LAUNCH! Back now! https://www.backerkit.com/c/iron-circus-comics/failure-to-launch?ref=iris-jay
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fox-teeth · 1 year
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Did you see this preview of my comic on Iron Circus Comics’ Failure to Launch BackerKit project page and wonder: "what ARE all those animal skeletons?!?"
Well wonder no more: here's a version with every species labeled--scientific and common names both!
Read my upcoming comic about de-extinction by supporting the “Failure to Launch” anthology!
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thecoffeelorian · 2 months
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Every Question that TBB Never Answered In Canon!
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Every Question I Now Have To Answer In Fanfiction!
Season 1
Why did the others accept Crosshair's 'turn' without question?
Where, when, and from whom did Omega learn how to handle a blaster?
Why was Crosshair only 'kinda' missed?
Where did the Lawquanes disappear to after Saleucami?
Why did they start giving away Crosshair's belongings ages before he supposedly quit?
Why did nobody run the concussion protocols on Wrecker immediately, if at all?
Why, if the chips were THAT dangerous, did no one insist on confirming that Omega didn't secretly also have one?
Furthermore, why trust a person's word alone on anything, when liars can and do exist in Star Wars (cough CID cough)?
Why didn't Hunter tell Rex immediately that Crosshair needed help?
Why didn't Omega's energy bow have a stun setting?
Why didn't Hunter think to use the kill setting for Cad Bane?
Why didn't Omega ever find out that Tech was testing her without her consent?
Why did the squad think Hera Syndulla was hallucinating the Empire's threat level?
Why/How did Omega know how to fix the Marauder despite never seeing anyone else do it?
Why/How did Omega learn how to swim despite never going outside back on Kamino?
Why was Omega suddenly able to lift solid durasteel beams despite having average preteen strength?
Why didn't Omega tell the others about the secret entrance back into Kamino at the very beginning?
Why did nobody press Crosshair for more information about his chip removal?
Why did nobody mention whether or not Crosshair had a chip removal scar?
And finally, why was the squad able to retrieve literally everything from pets to people for credits, but not get a trapped sibling away from Imperials with torture machines?
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miniatureeyes · 2 months
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What is it like to be in love with someone who actually loves you back? Like no Romeo & Juliet shit but you’re actually in a happy, healthy relationship and head over heels for each other?
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isaacsapphire · 8 months
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Regarding Obama care could be but I don’t think it’s a guarantee. Economy is also tougher now and I have friends who also still have to live with their parents because this city is so damn expensive. For me being covered by my parents health insurance has been a huge relief since I am a full time student with various medical and mental issues that make living independently’ hard. I suppose it could? If by that you mean kids aren’t thinking about stuff like taxes and healthcare.. which they should lol. I was filing W9s etc when I was in high school getting a job. But I entirely agree that kids these days are not equipped to handle adulthood and it’s complexities, and it often drives me nuts the lack of critical thinking…
Oh, I don't think it's a bad thing that the cutoff age was extended! I was uninsured for years back in the pre-existing conditions era when that was gambling with your life, and that was not a good thing or an avoidable one for me during the Recession. But it was me legally being officially my own problem and sure did light a fire under my ass.
Living with parents after 18 seems to have become more and more common since the Recession. On the one hand, it's a return to a more traditional pattern, but on the other hand all the cultural stuff around young adults living with their parents AS ADULTS had died off in the mainstream so the infantilization follows unsurprisingly. I've definitely seen a lot of White white collar homeowner parents just... let their adult children stay indefinitely rent free or well below market rate, still treating them like teenagers and running interference for them while they behave like teenagers. Blue collar parents I know seem to be much more active in getting their kids eg. dealing with their own car insurance and taxes and jobs even if they still live at home. Blue collar Whites are closer to ethnic White traditions that included adult children living at home though, so idk if it's a class thing or a culture thing more.
Wouldn't be surprised if the trend isn't a cause as well as an effect of housing market changes by now; the borderline retirement age people I know who have bought or kept houses in the last decade bought and retained family sized houses despite their being at the stage to be empty nesters, and most of them had at least one adult child living with them who appeared to have no interest in getting a career and their own place.
Idk, it seems like the drop in horniness and increase in mental health issues could be seen as either a cause or an effect too.
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chaoschaoswriting · 1 year
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Unpacked Boxes
The brown box is a sentinel of sorts and a gravestone. Festooned with tape that no longer sticks, torn away and replaced too many times, that declares "FRAGILE" with ironic truth. It landed there five years ago, just for a while, and stayed there carrying the sentiments of a dead life as the new one went on without it. Scabbed over, it's disappointment and accusations are the reason that the door to the front room stays closed more often than not,
"Why am I still here?" It asks, "when do we move?"
And I face it time and time again, reaching over its aging head to find a book or dust a shelf. I'm not sure I could lift it anymore; the frustrated hopes it carries are crushing. I can count missed opportunities in its wrinkled form. Every furrowed corner seems to pose a question or contemplate a possibility.
When the sun slices through the window and carves out a bright pool on the floor, those crushed edges become a bemused face that wonders what it was all for. The education, the hope, the anger; I was supposed to fly, not fall. I was given every opportunity. Every chance. Did I make a wrong choice, a fatal one I mean - not the kind we all make?
Or is it genetic? The inability to bring a seed of potential to fruition? If the poison comes from the roots, or the seed itself, can I blame myself for not flowering? The soil in this climate is rocky, but others have managed to grow and spread. Their hardy green shoots strive for the sun, poke through cracks, or grow from boxes like this one.
It will sag and bear down before this is over. I know it as surely as I know the sun rises in the east, it will tatter and twist and gather dust because I cannot bear to put it away - my last thread of hope. My timer - if I cannot take it with me, my single unpacked box, then this will have been for nothing and I will have been beaten down by life before I can see the first signs of crow's feet. What kind of legacy is that? What kind of admission?
When the sun rises tomorrow, I will open it and regard each weary item, no longer sure why I packed them when I could have devoted the space to some other trinket, and I will pack them away again and replace the tattered tape and push it back into its corner and promise that I will deal with it.
I will write and worry about bills and ask myself when it will be over, and then remind myself that I cannot leave just yet. There is work to be done. Burdens that are mine and mine alone to bear.
And I will dream about a small, two-bedroom flat with a patch of grass and my own front door. Sparsely decorated with two old dogs curled on thick, well-loved beds in a living room with one wall painted gold so as to catch the sun as it passes. When the room is on fire with the light that has traveled boundless distances, I will sip hot tea with honey and worry about bills and dream about fitting a new bathtub with a deep center and a convenient lip to hold wine glasses. The bedroom will be abyss blue and the sheets will be forest green, and when I hang Christmas lights they will clash with every decoration I hang.
And there will be no unpacked boxes because I will be home.
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