#pipe up comic

[pipeupcomic]

Pipe Up- Chapter 1, Page 24 ROLL CREDITS! And that's a wrap for Chapter 1 of Pipe Up! I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. This has been a really fun comic to work on and release to y'all, the response has been overwhelmingly positive and supportive. So THANK YOU! Now I am, SO sorry I have to do this! :'D But unfortunately, it's hiatus time! We are still working on finishing drawing Chapter 2, and one of our co-authors has been too busy with important IRL stuff to work much on the comic in the past couple months. So we're not sure just yet when Chapter 2 will come out, but hopefully we'll be ready to release soon! I'll announce as soon as I have any updates. Again, thanks for reading Pipe Up, and see you next time!  Chapter 2: When This House Don't Feel Like Home > Start Reading Content Warnings Story, Dialogue, and Page Compositions by @saltnpepperbunny Inks and Character Flats by @tinysweetbunny Background Flats by @thetruegge

#comic #webcomic #original comic #graphic novel #pipe up comic #chapter 1 #furry #anthro #rabbit #bunny #fox #animals

[sluckythewizard]

ive got TOO many damn comics cooking in the oven but heeere here you can uhh lick the spoon or wahtever. small sneaky peek. just for you.

#i gtotta go to bed now so i can wake up bright and early for my penetrative captive bolt gun appointment tomorrow #(the appointment where they put me down w the penetrative captive bolt gun) #i also got another comic wip that involves emizel obliterating gabes face witha pipe so uhh #remind me to share that tomorrow #i got comic wips OUT THE WAZOO!! help mee!!! help meeee heeelpp!!! help mmmeeee!!!!! heeellpp!!!! #I DONT WANNA GO TO WORK SOON HEEEELPPP

[idiotsonlyevent]

reiju's situation is awful, but i think it gets even worse when you realize that in fascist states, not only are women generally deemed lesser than men, but also the role of women is primary to be child-bearers and caretakers. germa...... doesn't need that due to its cloning technology.

so, not only does reiju's name have 零 rei 'zero' in it, so she literally Doesn't Count! not only is she not first in line for the throne, because judge has three other sons! but the only position she would normally be allowed to occupy(?) in society is useless, bordering on non-existent. like her only option is to keep doing what she's doing as a mercenary/soldier. at any point, judge could decide he needs her as a political pawn, or even worse: another source for genetic experiments (or both! at once!) and she Cannot Say No

#like no wonder she decided she needs to protect herself above everything because thats fucking horrific #once again: i hate judge!!! im going to beat him to death with a baseball bat!!!!! a metal pipe!!! a comically large hammer!!!! #i need sanji to stay away from his sibling but can someone else help them please. #on one hand i think this draft is stronger if it focuses on both ichiji and reiju and allows their specific issues to play off each other #in a way that makes it more targeted. on the other hand. i REALLY dont want it to read like im using reiju to prop up ichiji #like i think someone should kill me for real if that happens #L.txt #L.wip #one piece #vinsmokes

[saltnpepperbunny]

Yall are gonna haaate the cliffhanger we're gonna leave you off with at the end of Pipe Up Chapter 1.... ha haha 😬.......;

#spb's comics #pipe up

[cow-stealin-gal]

@draco-the-chaos-dragon I know that you’re busy with rescuing baby snom

But I made some quick concepts of the start of the whole arc.

Any critiques?

#comic concepts #I know that it’s been a handful of days since I updated anything about my insane pipe dream project #I decided to pick up my pace and drew this on a foggy shower door window thing

[calciferstims]

lobo stimboard

with blood drips and soap!

requested by @deepfried-dildos-again

sources: 🥩🔪🥩 | ◼️🩸◼️ | 🥩🔪🥩

#idk how I feel about this one :/ I had to fight that battle of like #juggling the themes I came up with on my own vs prioritizing the themes that were actually requested #plus I made it very quick lmao #but I hope you like it anyways! #stimboard #lobo dc #dc comics #soap #whipped soap #cleancore #tw blood #blood #fire #knives #stim board #my boards #requests #weapons #piping #soap cutting #orange #yellow #black #red #white #brown

[todayisafridaynight]

sometimes i think about ichi learning how to do masato’s eyeliner bc sometimes masato has hand tremors. and i like cry a little. they used to play dragon quest together i just know they did

i just KNOW masato became a secondary wikipedia article on all things dragon quest solely because ichi wouldn't stop talking about it or playing it around him..... i know that's real i know it's true RGG told me themselves......

#snap chats #ok but funny enough i have a comic drafted with this premise vaguely in mind #we'll see if i finish that but i just might after getting this ask... #either way :( i know they were besties :( even if it was cause ichi Literally had to be there almost 24/7 #masato would always tell him to piss off or leave him alone or he's being annoying but ichi would just laugh it off #Begrudgingly asking him for help- not even he'd just be complaining about something I.E. his makeup #and ichi would just pipe up like I Could Help !! and masato would just say he'd fuck it up #but he also wouldnt stop him or he'd tell ichi to get it over with cause he knows he'll be annoying otherwise #ichi probably fucks up the first couple times but he promises to get better and hey it's not perfect but it's passable #i just think they deserved to be brothers yk :( besties even :( #*ugly sobbing as i start a new Y7 file*

[pipeupcomic]

Pipe Up- Chapter 1, Page 20 Next > Start Reading Content Warnings Story, Dialogue, and Page Compositions by @saltnpepperbunny Inks and Character Flats by @tinysweetbunny Background Flats by @thetruegge

#comic #webcomic #original comic #graphic novel #pipe up comic #chapter 1 #furry #anthro #rabbit #bunny #fox #animals

[bibleofficial]

im too tired & tipsy to touch myself, though i really want to, so i’m just the imagine.jpg

#stream #like u know the meme #it’s the multi pussy fish my little mermaid comic or whatever guy w the pipe #fuck u #it’s literally 3am & ive 0 reason to be awake #i had a coffee at like 5.30p so i’m blaming it on that #like wow .. imagine smacking ur roast beef until a satisfying completion #actually what would be equally good is chewing up this granola bar that owns my colon yall know the 1s go back i. the tag #like just chew it up & the flavour the. spit it out like i’m too full to eat anything #but they’re sooooo tasty #i truththfy cant do anymore sugar today i had a slice of #cookie cake girl … no1 icing hater there is no reason thsi much sugar needs to be in this shit #id rather a loaf of bread w a candle #anyway #ALSKALSKALSKLASKLAKS the only & last slice of that cake j will be having so my #mother can’t be upset that i didn’t eat it like anyway.

[satturn]

the water flowing freely through my sink now that i've declogged it is the most accomplished i've ever felt

#drawing a 35 page comic in a month? whatever. this is my peak #the amount of build-up in the pipes is hard to describe #it smelled so so bad #but now when i wash my hands the water goes through and doesn't just sit there for 5 minutes? unparalleled!

[killmebythebeach]

So was anyone gonna tell me that s5 is so unbelievably sad or was I supposed to find that out myself.

#like obviously i knew itd be sad but im two episodes in and ive heard tim for the first time in 40 eps and sasha for 120 #and gerry. ze boi. i didnt even realize it was him till the comics. why does he read like a teen protag in a ghost hunting story. #the leitner jumpscare to. sir. half the people in the institute would kill you on sight please go back to the tunnels. #elias being weird at jons birthday for no reason. like. i swear he wasnt that strange before the pipe murder dropping stuff for no reason? #'i like to keep an EYE on these things' sir with all due respect (none) shut the fuck up?! #idk why but tim and sasha talking like that just makes me so sad. of course its understandable for them to be frustrated #but also its not jons fault jonah chose him cuz he was traumatized by a spider book :( id be angry if i was sasha though #its also funny cuz i thought tim/sasha was a pyre fandom thing. no. tim literally calls it a 'will they wont they'. hes like a sitcom #gurtrude recording that tape to sasha basically lmaoooo #and i saw someone point this out in the comments but. gertrude keeping the place messy might have killed people. #not having easy access to information that could have saved them. such as her tape. ough #one thing i missed about tim in s3 is the charm. of course he was angry at. everything but it was heartbreaking to see tim change #so the tapes really made me just yearn for the like. two times tim was there in s1. #also the fact sasha knew about tims brother. and martins application. and that tim knew too. #i never really understood the fandom 'expert hacker' sasha but i think i get it now #i cant even remember if she hacked anything in s1. feels like so long ago even though i havent even been listening for 2 months #on that note martin and jon are going over to kill elias woo! #martin: hey this house is evil we should butn it #jon: nah. theres a lot of evil #holy fuck i forgot how stupid these characters can be sometimes. like even if you think it wont wotk just try? hello? #sasha calling gertrude a bitch is giving me life. yeah. she sure was. idc what she did she put micheal in the distortion #but im still so just. distraught by how somber the tone is. even with the s1 crew goofing around its just so. oof. #the funny quippy s1 crew cutting off to jon trembling alone in a corner does wonders for the tone #martin really went: i found the tea lets get this bread #king shit honestly. go get that bread and kill elias and stop the apocolypse or somethung. idk the goal of the season yet #like s1 focused on prentiss. 2 on stranger. 3 on the unknowing and elias. 4 on extinction and peter. im excited to see what 5 is #i dont even think weve met her but gertrude mentioning agnes. mwah. love you baby. doing great. shouldve gotten a coffeshop au. #sigh. statement ends #the magnus archives spoilers #the magnus archives

[saltnpepperbunny]

#spb's comics #spb at the polls #pipe up is not affected at all by these results because collab #also please vote based on your PREFERENCE not what you think is easier for me #i already know whats easier for me i dont need that information from the poll #i wanna see what people actually WANT #thanks!

[bratzforchris]

could you do one where chris and reader bring their daughter home from the hospital after she's just born? i love your writings!!!!

My Girl, C. Sturniolo

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Summary: In which bringing your and Chris's first baby home from the hospital results in a core memory<3

Pairing: Chris x feminine reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of a difficult labor and its effects (not graphic!), young parents

Word Count: 974

A/N: Y'all my baby fever has been so bad lately (I'm 19 and single 🤡) and dad!Chris did NOT help. Thank you for the request and you cuties enjoy a fluffy Chris fic<33

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Chris gently lifted the enormous, pink carseat out of the back of the car, hoisting it onto his arm. He was beyond exhausted from the past three days. Granted, all he had ever wanted in life was to be a father, especially when you would be the mother. And so, he picked up the car seat with renewed energy, coming around the side of the car and opening up your door. 

“You good, ma?” he asked you, protective instincts kicking in as he watched you struggle to unbuckle your seat and step out of the car. 

“I just had a baby, dumbass. My hips are killing me and I’m wearing a diaper. What do you think the answer is?”

Between a long labor, the hustle and bustle of the hospital, and the typical aches and pains that came post-birth, you were a bit snappy after the events of the past three days. Nevertheless though, you planted a kiss on Chris’s cheek, eliciting a grin from your husband. 

“Glad to see the pregnancy didn’t take that fiery attitude I love so much.” Chris smiled, wrapping his arm around you to support you as you slowly walked with one hand and carrying the carseat that held your sleeping daughter in the other. 

 You two slowly began the trek up your front steps, with Chris supporting you the whole way. But before you could open the front door, it was flung open for you, revealing Nick and Matt. They stepped out quickly, eager to get a glimpse of their new niece. They exchanged squeals over how cute your baby girl was until Chris finally shoved them off, protective over his little family. 

“Can we get inside first?” he asked, rolling his eyes then smiling at you affectionately. 

The brothers allowed you to step inside the house, where both your and Chris’s parents were waiting, slightly more polite than his brothers. You quickly sat down on the couch with the help of your husband, winded from the short walk up the driveway. Chris quickly placed your daughter in your arms and sat beside you with a proud smile as everyone else gathered around on your large couch and on the rug. 

“So, have you two decided on a name?” Your mother asked excitedly, her eyes shining with joy. 

“We have,” You and Chris looked at each other and smiled as your daughter yawned in your arms, smacking her little lips. “Charlotte Marie Sturniolo.” You said in unison. 

Just as you spoke, Charlotte opened her eyes and yawned, letting out a tiny coo. Luckily, your families had been very respectful of your and Chris’s boundaries about holding her, especially since flu season was currently rampant. That didn’t deter anyone from letting out noises of affection at their new daughter, niece, and granddaughter, though. In your comical families, however, cute moments didn’t last long, which led to Nick piping up. 

“Can you say Lady Gaga?” he asked. “La-dy Ga-ga.”

Chris rolled his eyes, playfully kicking his brother, which received a giggle from you. “She’s a newborn.”

“I’m raising her to have culture.” Nick shrugged, flipping his hair across his forehead. 

As everyone continued to talk, your husband noted how you (and Charlotte) had become more quiet, snuggling into his side. He knew the whole birthing process had been extremely difficult on you, and selfishly, he really wanted some alone time with his little family. 

“Should we go upstairs?” he asked you, whispering in your ear and brushing a strand of hair away from your cheek. 

You nodded softly, already on the verge of falling asleep as you felt your infant daughter snuggle into you. “Yes please.” You whispered back.

“Well, we would love to keep chatting, but duty calls,” Chris helped you stand up, adjusting Charlotte so she could still cuddle onto your chest. “My girls need me.”

By the time you two had made it upstairs, you were exhausted, but could still hear the talking of your family below, murmuring softly about what great parents you two already were. Granted, it had only been a few days, but in your opinion, you both already were. Despite being on the younger side, you and Chris both loved your daughter with your whole heart, and that was what you wanted the most. 

“Thanks for what you did back there,” You yawned as Chris tucked you into bed after placing Charlotte, who was fast asleep, in her crib. “I’m really tired.” 

“I could tell,” Your husband bustled around the room, straightening things up to lessen the load on your plate. “You’re so strong, baby.”

You were almost asleep, but you could sense that Chris had stopped moving, which with your husband, meant he was up to something. “Chris? Baby, what are you doing?”

You peeked open your eyes, only for your heart to practically burst. Chris had taken his shirt off and removed your daughter’s onesie, allowing her to cuddle skin-to-skin on his chest. He smiled over at you as she yawned, fisting his skin. 

“Look!” he whisper-shouted with the biggest smile on his face. “We’re cuddling!” 

You smiled, enjoying the scene before you. “She looks so cozy.”

Chris began to sway and dance softly, singing ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations quietly. “My baby girl. God, I love you so much. You and your mommy are my rock, honey.”

You could hear the happy tears in your husband’s voice as he sang to Charlotte, and that was the moment you knew that you had made the right choice for the father of your children. Chris had been nothing but supportive throughout your whole pregnancy and labor, and it was clear he was carrying that energy into fatherhood as well. You took a mental snapshot, filing away this moment for later because you knew this would always be one you came back to.

tags ♡: @aemrsy @idek3000hi @melguilbert @oobleoob

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #matt x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[strangersmunsons]

you're Eddie's dream girl. it's too bad you can't stand him. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~ 850 words this is about them, btw. a companion/prequel blurb to conversation hearts.

“Do you wanna get pizza after Hellfire, or would you rather go to Benny’s and —?”

The words fall on deaf ears. Eddie trails behind you in the hallway, eyes fixated on your figure and nothing else. He doesn’t even feel it when his shoulder knocks into Jeff’s; he just walks away dreamily, as though floating on a cloud.

Jeff snorts out a laugh while shaking his head, torn between amusement and exasperation. 

“Man, you’re not even listening,” Gareth complains to Eddie’s retreating back. He and Jeff fall behind as Eddie quickens his pace, in hot pursuit of his girl.

His girl. 

God, he wishes.

Eddie follows you at a distance through the halls, weaving his way through the crowd of students, not letting you out of his sight. When you eventually duck through the door to the library, he doesn’t hesitate to follow suit.

You don’t appear to have noticed him, even when he situates himself at a table quite close to yours. A comically large math textbook open on your left, and a well-loved spiral notebook on the right, you’re the picture of studiousness as your gaze flits between the two, eyes narrowed in fierce concentration.

You look adorable; the way your lips move silently as you read the numbers of the equation you’re working through, the confused little scrunch of your nose when you hit a dead end in your calculations. And when you get stuck on a particularly frustrating problem, you give your homework a full-blown pout.

Too fucking cute. It’s not fair.

Overwhelmed by the need for attention — your attention — he lets out an obnoxious cough, hoping you’ll spare a glance his way. 

To his delight, you finally look up, eyes quickly scanning the room for the culprit until they land on him. But instead of lighting up at the sight of him and his winning smile, your face crumples in annoyance. You snap your head back over your papers, staring resolutely down.

Eddie watches you mournfully, now sporting a pout of his own. He lets out another loud, exaggerated cough, but you don’t cede to his antics.

Time to pull out the big guns.

Grabbing a composition book from his backpack, he tears out a blank page and wads it into a ball. Closing it tightly in his fist, he cocks his arm back and lets it fly.

It soars through the air in a perfect arc all the way to its target, where it smacks you lightly in the temple. Your mouth pops open in shock at his audacity, but you still don’t give him the satisfaction of turning to look. Instead, you visibly huff, and snatch your belongings up in a heap before storming out of the library.

Eddie finally calls out, “Aw, c’mon, sweetheart!”

The librarian, seeming to appear from thin air, swoops in on him like a hawk. “Munson!” she hisses through her teeth. “How many times do I have to tell you —”

Eddie rises from his chair before she can finish reprimanding him. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m leaving.”

Lunch is almost over by the time Eddie makes it to the cafeteria. He drops his lunchbox unceremoniously onto the table with a clang, and plops down in his usual seat at the head of the table. A hush falls over the group as everyone turns to look at him, all mildly amused.

Jeff is the first to break the silence. He raises an eyebrow at him. “So. How did that work out for you?”

Eddie stretches his limbs, then bends his arms at the elbows so he can lace his fingers together behind his head. “I’m gettin’ there, fellas,” he says casually. “Remember, the tortoise won the race, not the hare.”

Dustin pipes up. “I’m not sure that’s the right analogy for what’s happening here.”

Eddie flicks a pretzel at him.

“I’m just saying, she seems a little irritated, if anything.” 

Eddie’s heart soars, and his head twists like it’s on a swivel, eagerly searching the cafeteria for your pretty face. “Is she in here?” Without waiting for an answer, he climbs and stands on top of his chair, using the extra height to get a better view of the room.

Laughter bubbles up uncontrollably out of Gareth. “What’re you doing?” he wheezes. 

People from surrounding tables cast him furtive glances, no doubt anticipating another unsolicited Eddie Munson lunchtime rant, but he pays them no mind. There’s only one person in here he cares about right now, and that’s you.

You! Three tables down, nibbling at a sandwich and doing calculus with your free hand. He calls your name and you look up automatically, startled.

He smacks a wet kiss to his hand and blows it towards you, then wiggles his fingers in greeting. Grinning big and cheesily all the while, fluttering his lashes like something out of a cartoon.

Lips parted, eyes huge, you don’t say anything in response. You just let your head drop onto the table before you, right onto your notes. You don’t look up.

Jeff whistles. “Yeah, man. You’re a real casanova.”

“Shut up. I’m trying to make her love me."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x reader #eddie munson reader insert

[artgletic]

on biomechanics: No Significant Harassment

(i have been fighting with the tagging system for this post specifically as it won't show up in tags. ive narrowed down the cause to be the non-fandom tags [ie. my typical post-comic monologue lol]. those are under the cut if youre curious)

before the monologue id like to congratulate tumblr user mewguca for perfectly predictung the subject of this comic under my 5p one

anyways, tags:

NSH is so fascinating to me because of the way he completely memes on his intended purpose

#hes so unlike every other iterator we see in game. its like he doesnt even care about cycles or sliver the big problem at all

#this comic is my personal headcanon as to his thought process:

#hes a little jokester as a spiteful rebellion towards his purpose and creators

#but im sure he also finds it funny lol

#and the ancient's design philosophy as well:

#let them think and feel and be a part of the cycle to drive them to keep trying

#but dont let them ascend! because what would stop them from just solving the problem for themselves only and leaving you behind?

#making them fully mechanical would have forced the ancients to input solutions and think on the problem themselves.

#and i remember pearl dialogue where moon talks about how taboo it was for the ancients to aspire for anything in life

#even if that aspiration is death

#also its in my personal hc that rain world's surface is covered in a thick mat of piping and metalworks

#and that biological life forces its way into (much to the chagrin of the ancients!)

#theres patchy semi-deep ponds all over the surface due to drastic and irregular rainfall. basically like an overgrown industrial district

#rain world #rain world iterator #rw iterator #no significant harassment #rain world no significant harassment #rw no significant harassment #rw nsh #rain world five pebbles #rw five pebbles #rain world sliver of straw #rw sliver of straw #rain world seven red suns #rw seven red suns

[deadsetobsessions]

To the mf who had my house before me, if you see me on the street, turn around and run the other way. Because if I see you, know that it’s going to be on sight. Who even puts tile like that?? Anyways, I'm kind of sick, so that's why I've been kind of inactive.

But good news (ish) I got me a house! Yay! Let’s hope I can keep it. To celebrate, y’all can have this! And a few chapters! So technically this is a chapter update post?

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Danny’s most favorite thing to do with Alfred Pennyworth is groundskeeping. While he might not be Sam, Danny could still appreciate the serenity and beauty of nature.

“Ow, fuck!”

“Master Danny, please refrain from using explicit language.”

“Sorry, Alfred. I got stabbed.”

“Oh dear. Will you be needing a bandage?”

“Nah, it’s okay. I think…” Danny hummed, peering closer at the reddish brown thorns sprouting from the ground. “That might be the rose bush?”

Alfred paused his snipping, turning around and coming closer to inspect the plant. “How peculiar. It seems to have grown a branch beneath the soil.”

In unison, Danny and Alfred lifted their heads to look at the rose bush, innocuously sitting three yards away.

“Huh. Weird.”

“Indeed.”

The door to one of Bruce Wayne’s many gardens, all opulently gothic to hide their vigilante disturbances, opened. The hinges swung without a single creak, as Alfred the butler always carried WD-40 on his person and a squeaky hinge in this mansion was an affront to his professionalism.

"Hey, guys! Whatcha doing?" Duke greeted, followed by Jason.

"Gardening! You wanna help?"

"Nah, I'm a Gothamite, not Poison Ivy, man. I don't do grass." Duke replied, plopping down on one of the lawn chairs with his drink. "But I can totally give you moral support... from over here."

Danny snorted. "What about you, Jason?"

Jason shrugged. "Sure, what are we doing?"

"There's a rose bush that grew all the way over here."

"Woah, crazy."

"Indeed, Master Jason. I shall go get the shovels."

"Okay, Alfie," Jason absently agreed, focused on finding where else the rose bush had grown to. "You wanna keep the bush, right?"

"That would be preferable."

"Duke, can't-" Jason paused, throwing a quick look at Danny before visibly changing tracks. "Can't you get us some drinks?"

"Kitchen's right over there, Jason." Duke pointedly leaned back and took a sip.

Danny piped up. "I'll get it! What did you want, Jason?"

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Two hours later, covered in all manners of dirt and blades of grass, Jason and Danny sat back to survey the messed up garden.

"You sure we can't hire Ivy to move the plant somewhere?"

"She'd just make it worse," Jason grumbled.

"You guys can do it!" Duke cheered, scrolling through his phone and cherry picking the most hilarious pictures of Jason and Danny to send to the group chat. He chose the selfie, where he was grinning into the camera as Jason fell on his ass as Danny pulled up a long section of thorns.

Duke gets nailed in the face with two clumps of grass from his disgruntled brothers.

"I believe it is time for a shower." Alfred Pennyworth smiled, content. Days like these made him glad that his grandchildren found their way back.

#dcxdp #fic update #jason todd #batman #alfred pennyworth #duke thomas #the signal #red hood #danny phantom #the groupchat is just embarrassing pics and the fam roasting the shit out of eachother