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A Young!Joel Miller Short Fanfic
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Summary: When you move in next door, you ask Joel and Tommy to paint your house. No outbreak AU. Sarah is in part of the story.
Pairing: Young!Joel x Legally Blind F!Reader (only other physical description is that she doesn't have cloudy eyes); Miller family dynamics
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Fluff, smut, no physical barriers aka condoms (not recommended), Joel taking things nice and slow ;)
Word Count: 5,300 (ish)
Author's Note: I'm not blind myself so I hope I did this justice. I do follow a blind youtuber channel so I've made an attempt to make this accurate considering there's varying degrees and types of blindness. I had to try since I couldn't get this fic idea out of my head.
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November 2003
"Sarah?" Joel called out as he stepped into his house after a long day finishing another construction project with Tommy, kicking off his boots by the door.
"In here," he heard her call from the kitchen.
He climbed the few steps between that room and the entrance way, finding her seated at the dining table, focused on coloring in something on white poster paper with colored pencils.
"What'd you got there?" he quizzed, heading for the fridge and pulling out a bottle of Coke, twisting the cap off. He turned to face her as he took a sip.
"Mrs. Henson assigned us science projects last week," she answered, not looking up. "Mine's on water runoff, you know? How the rain erodes and shapes land and stuff?"
Joel grunted. "Ya. We learned that in school too."
Sarah smiled slightly at his grumpy reaction and continued on, "I got the research paper part of it done yesterday and tonight I want to finish the poster."
"When is it due?" he asked her, walking over to study the drawing she'd made. More than a little bit of pride bloomed in his chest when he noted how realistic the land and water looked on the paper. She was a real little artist.
"Thursday," she replied, "But I wanted to get it done early, since Ava wants to go to the mall tomorrow - if that's okay? We're gonna take the bus together."
"Sure." Joel had planned on taking the next day, a Saturday, off to spend time with her, but he wasn't going to stop her from going out with her new friend just cause he wanted to spend some time with her. Ava was a good kid like Sarah and he wanted to encourage his daughter's friendship with her. It was a good thing for her to be going out with kids her age. She was nearly fifteen, after all. As much as he hated that she was growing up so fast, he refused to hold her back. She was already wise beyond her years. "Do you need any money?"
She shook her head. "I still have that money from dog sitting Mercy."
"Alright."
The Adlers, their closest neighbors, had hired Sarah to watch Mercy for a weekend last month while they were away for a family member's wedding in Oklahoma. She'd earned fifty bucks and as sensible as she was, she had of course put the money away instead of spending it immediately.
Joel wanted to insist he give her some money for it too, she deserved it, but he knew she'd refuse. She was old enough to know that money was tight. They were in a good place, but any big emergencies could easily mess that up, and Joel was also trying save up money for college for her. That she didn't know about.
"Thanks," Sarah said gratefully, getting back to work.
"No need, kiddo," Joel told her, warm eyes watching her. The wall mounted phone in the kitchen began to ring and he frowned before striding over to pick it up. Who would be calling at this time? His brother better not have gotten into trouble again. He'd wring out his neck.
"Miller."
"This Joel?" inquired an unfamiliar feminine voice on the other end of the line - yours.
"Yeah."
"Sorry for calling so late," you said. You stated your name. "I tried calling you earlier today but no one picked up. Guessed you were at work. Anyway, I'm a neighbor of yours across the street, recently moved in next door to Denise. She talked to me today and suggested I call you about getting the inside painted. She gave me your phone number. Said you and your brother Tommy painted her place last year for her at a fair price."
Tommy had been the one to set that small job up. It wasn't what they usually did, but painting was easy, and his little brother had been dating Denise at the time. They'd only been together a few weeks before deciding they weren't quite right for each other, but they'd remained friends ever since. Part of that was Denise throwing them job opportunities every once in a while. He wasn't sure why Denise hadn't given you Tommy's number though.
"You're in luck," Joel said, "We're in between jobs. You want the whole inside painted?"
"Yes."
"Will you have everything we need?" he questioned.
"I've never had a house painted before," you told him. "This is my first home I own. I wouldn't know what to get. But I did get the paint and I'll pay for all the supplies you need to buy, of course."
Joel asked you exactly which house was yours and how big each of the rooms were, if there were a lot of corners, any wallpaper to be taken down, etc. and you answered him in precise ways that gave him an excellent idea on what the job would cost you. When he gave you the estimation he could almost hear the smile on your face in your bright tone. "That's so much better than what the other painter was estimating. When could you start?"
"Well, I'll have to talk to my brother and get back to you in the morning," Joel said, "But we might be able to start tomorrow afternoon."
"On a Saturday?" You were clearly surprised by that.
"Yeah," he confirmed. "I got no plans. As long as my brother isn't doing anything either, we'll gladly get going on it while we're waiting for our next big project to begin."
They'd have two weeks. Plenty of time for them to get your whole house done. More than enough.
"Alright, then, I'll stay near a phone," you said before giving him your number. He used a pen to jot it down on a sticky note pad he kept nearby on a counter. "Goodnight, Joel, and thanks again."
"You're welcome," he said back, and he heard a click on the other end as you hung up your phone. He did the same with his.
"You're working tomorrow?" Sarah asked, disapprovingly.
"I got no plans," Joel argued. "Might as well help her out."
She blinked up at him curiously. "Who is she?"
"One of our new neighbors," he explained. "Denise recommended me and Tommy when she told her she needed someone to paint the inside of her house."
"That's nice of her," Sarah noted.
"It is," Joel agreed.
She let her eyes fall back down to the poster. "I'm almost done here. After can we watch a movie?"
He bent down to kiss her on the forehead and fondly tousled her dark, curly hair. "Sure thing, baby girl. Your pick."
It was probably going to be Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron again, but he didn't mind.
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It turned out Tommy didn't have any plans the next day either so at one o' clock in the afternoon he met Joel at his house and they took the truck to gather supplies at their favorite hardware store before heading over to your house for two.
Joel knocked on the door, a step ahead of Tommy on the porch, and you opened it up a few moments later, a wide, friendly smile on your face, wanting to make them feel welcome. "Joel and Tommy?"
They both nodded. "Yes ma'am."
You moved aside so they could walk in and shut the door behind them. "Glad to meet you."
You raised your right hand to shake Joel's, just a little too high and a little too much to the left for a sighted person. You knew because you felt Joel gently grasp your hand and move it into a more comfortable position before shaking it.
You couldn't see it, but Joel and Tommy shared a glance, unsure.
"Are you...?" The younger Miller trailed off, not wanting to pry but unable to help himself. You felt him staring at your eyes with confusion, and you immediately knew why.
You nodded at him. "Yeah, it might not look like it, but I'm blind."
Many people not used to being around blind people without sunglasses on didn't know that many blind people had normal looking eyes like yours. You'd even had a few people claim you were faking it because they looked fine and you sometimes could pass as a sighted person to those who briefly interacted with you. You may have lost your sight, but you were a very capable person.
"That why you need us to paint?" Joel asked.
"I need you to paint because I have no experience doing it and I have a job just like everyone else," you answered patiently. Sometimes slighted people tested it, but there was no reason to get annoyed with either of them yet.
"What do you do?" Tommy inquired curiously.
"I'm an author. I write children's books."
You may have not been able to see his expression, but you still sensed his surprise. "Never heard of Helen Keller?"
"No, I have," Tommy stuttered.
Joel huffed at his idiot brother and turned back to you. "Where would you like us to start?"
"In the kitchen," you replied. "My parents and sister are visiting next weekend and I want to make sure the paint in the main rooms are all dry before they do."
You led them from your mudroom into the kitchen and your reddish brown Golden Retriever woofed at them once lowly before trotting loyally up to your side.
"Cute dog," Tommy noted. "Is he your service dog, or can I pet him?"
"Maple is my service dog," you stated, "But she's off duty and would probably love a pet."
You were glad he asked, even if it wasn't necessary in the house. Too many people tried petting Maple when out in public, even though she always had her vest on when she was guiding you. Some people just couldn't take a hint, or didn't care that they were distracting her from her job.
Tommy kneeled and patted his thighs to get Maple's attention. She darted up to him, happily accepting his affection as he scratched her behind the ears. "Hey, girl. Aren't you sweet?"
You glided a hand along the island in the center of the room so you moved a straight line as you passed it and stopped when you reached the end, picking up one of the paint cans you'd left there by the handle and flaunting it to him and Joel.
"This is the color I want in this room," you declared.
Joel took a few steps closer to examine the label on the bucket. "This is a bright lime green, you sure?"
You furrowed your eyebrows at his words. "Of course I am."
"It's just I've never seen anyone around here put a bright color like that on their walls," he explained. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do."
"I picked out all bright colors on purpose," you told him. "I can't see dark colors at all, but in certain lighting, like direct sunlight, I can see bright colors. It's really blurry, but I can still see those colors enough to like it. It's comforting."
You hadn't always been blind. You'd been born sighted, but a genetic disease had slowly taken your sight away and still was. Eventually you wouldn't be able to see bright colors either, but for the time being you could.
"Alright then." He backed off as Tommy stood up. "We'll get to work."
"If you have any questions, I'll be in my office down the hall," you informed them. "Writing."
"Sure thing," Joel said and you just knew he'd nodded out of habit at you. You hid a chuckle from him.
x
Joel and Tommy were good workers. Fast but competent and precise, just as Denise had promised you. In the week that followed, as they steadily painted your plain looking walls so they'd stand out, you all got to know each other a little more and more, a consequence of being in close quarters together, especially when they got busy painting your office while you were still in it.
You learned that Joel had a teen daughter at home, though he'd only turned thirty-six a couple months ago, and that Tommy was an Army veteran. Neither gave details on why he was already retired though. Maybe he'd been injured? You could only guess since you didn't know him enough to feel like you had the right to pry.
Since the Miller brothers were often at your home during lunch you started offering them a plate of whatever you were eating. Tacos, pasta, homemade fried chicken. They took some convincing, not wanting to make you spend extra money on them, but you assured them that it was fine, that it was all excess that would likely end up in the trash if they didn't help you out eating it all. So they ate at your dining table with you and you got to know them a little more.
Though Tommy was closer to your age, and they were both handsome sounding men, you felt yourself helplessly attracted to Joel and his gravelly voice. His attitude matched some of your personality as well. Quiet, observant, with a sarcastic sense of humor.
You found yourself dragging your laptop into whatever room they were working in so you could listen in on them, listen to Joel in particular, even though you typically hated people who eavesdropped. You couldn't help yourself, and if either of the brothers noticed, they didn't mention it. Maybe they liked your company too, you thought. A girl could dream.
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It didn't take long for Joel to figure out you were someone special. Not because of what you'd gone through in life or because you were pretty, but because of the little things you did.
People in the South were known for being polite and kind neighbors, but that wasn't as standard as most outsiders thought, and you went above and beyond the standard measures when allowed to.
Like when Sarah knocked on the door Thursday after school offering some cookies to buy for the travel club she'd recently joined. They were going to New York in two years and she was determined to pay for it all by herself through the club's typical fundraising events. She was planning on getting a job in the summer too. When she'd explained why she was selling the cookies, you'd bought two dozen for fifty dollars without hesitance and invited her in to hang out while he and Tommy finished their day's work.
"Thanks so much," Sarah repeated as she sat down on a stool in the kitchen, not far from Joel, who was cleaning some brushes off in the sink. He easily heard everything you two were talking about.
"You can thank me by keeping about a dozen of those when they come in," you told her, also plopping onto a stool. "Anything more than twelve in my house and I'll get diabetes real early."
Sarah giggled. "Okay. I'll do that." She noticed Maple as she approached her water bowl for a few licks and beamed at her. "What a pretty dog. What's her name?"
"Maple," you replied. "She's my guide dog, but you can pet her. If she's out of harness, she's not working."
"Come here Maple!" Sarah exclaimed and the dog gleefully sprinted up to her. Sarah kissed her head and rubbed her body until Maple flopped over and offered her belly to her. Sarah giggled again and gave her what she wanted. "I love dogs," she told you.
"It runs in the family, apparently," you mused, probably thinking about how Tommy had reacted on the first day.
Joel himself had patted Maple a few times during the course of the week. His family had always been dog people, even when they couldn't afford dogs.
"Dad told me you're an author," Sarah said.
"He did?"
Joel felt your eyes on his back and heat flooded his face. He didn't want you thinking he gossiped about you behind your back or something like that. He wasn't that type of person.
"I write children's stories, so you probably haven't heard of any of them," you informed Sarah. "I have a series about a family of red foxes who have adventures together." You went on to give a few examples and Joel noticed his daughter listening intently, ever respectful.
"Sounds interesting," Sarah told her afterwards. "I probably would've loved your stories as a kid. Are foxes your favorite animal?"
"They are," you answered, nodding. "Red foxes in particular. They're just such elegant canines. And very clever. They may like chickens, but they tend to rather avoid people in most cases."
"Have you ever seen one in person?"
"Yes, I saw them all the time growing up," you replied. "Lived on a farm."
"Hence your mention of chickens."
You grinned. "Yeah. Foxes don't just like them in the cartoons."
"I can't blame them."
"Me neither."
Joel chuckled under his breath but didn't let it be known otherwise that he'd been listening in, getting back to work instead, leaving you two to continue your conversation without any prying ears.
He later found out when he got back home that you'd sent Sarah away with leftovers from that day's lunch to eat while she did her homework.
Of course you had.
x
By Friday night Joel and Tommy were almost finished your entire house, only needing to do a few finishing touches on the white borders in the otherwise bright yellow painted spare bedroom.
It was six o' clock and Tommy had to leave for a date, but Joel stuck around to finish the job.
"You don't have to stay," you said to him after his brother walked out the front door. "Go home and spend time with your daughter."
"We have plans to go hiking tomorrow," he told you. "But tonight she's with a friend and they're seeing a movie later. Won't be home until ten."
You nodded, not sure what to say to that. You didn't want him to work overtime just for you, but if he wanted to... "If you're sure."
"It's not a problem," he promised you. "Won't take more than another hour, if that."
He was finished in forty minutes, and was examining his work with a critical eye when you walked in to offer him a cup of lemonade. He accepted it gratefully.
"How does it look?" you asked him as he took a sip.
He grunted. "Bright. But the colors you picked turned out nicer than I expected. Do you want me to turn up the light brighter to see for yourself?"
"I can see the color in good lighting," you informed him, "But no matter how bright the light gets I'm not going to be able to see the trim. I'm going to have to trust you on that."
"You can," Joel said with a pause, "Trust me. With the trim, that is. There's no mistakes. We used tape to be sure."
You beamed at the way he was stumbling through his words, rambling. Something you figured wasn't in character for him, unless he was really nervous for some reason.
Would it be arrogant to think it was because of you and not your blindness?
It wasn't like you had men lining up to date you, but you were experienced enough to tell at least when they were nervous because of your presence, whether that be because of your blindness or your looks.
You couldn't tell between those two reasons though. You were just hoping that after the past week Joel was used to being around a blind person.
You walked with him to your front door quietly, unsure of how to proceed, what was next, now that the project was over.
"Call me with the bill and I'll bring you a check Monday?" You heard Joel pick up the tool belt he'd left by the door earlier.
"Sure," he said quietly.
You reached out and grabbed onto his arm before he could open the door on instinct. You wanted to stop him and so you did. It was the first time you'd ever touched him. His arm was toasty warm and you could feel the outline of his bicep under your palm.
You could not see his eyes turn back to you, but you knew they had.
"Thanks for helping me out on short notice," you said in a rush.
"No need to thank me," he countered with a shrug. You dropped your hand back to your side as he continued, "We were between jobs. If anything, you helped us."
You smiled at his insistence. "We helped each other then. My family will see the place as I want them to see it, and you have a little more money to put into Sarah's college savings."
"How'd...?"
You rolled your eyes, but another smile played on your lips. "Any good father's got a savings for their kid, and you're one of the best."
"Sarah tell you that?"
"I don't always need spoken words to see something."
There was some silence after that. "I'd better get home," Joel said eventually, awkwardly.
You pursed your lips. "Didn't you say Sarah's only going to get home at ten?"
"Yeah, why?"
You weren't sure and would never be sure how you grew to be so bold, but that night you knew what you wanted and you weren't going to let him leave until he at least knew it too. "I want you to stay."
"Why? You got something else that needs to be done?" he inquired obliviously.
One thing was clear to you in that moment - Joel Miller hadn't been flirted with in a long time, or at least had been too busy to notice.
You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at him again and instead placed a hand on the back of his neck.
"I want you," you whispered.
You felt him stiffen under your touch and the next thing you knew he was pressing his soft, plump lips against your own in a heated kiss. He pulled away moments later instead of deepening it, but it had gone on long enough to leave you breathing out heavier than you were before.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I shouldn't have done that without asking."
"I wanted you to," you told him, cupping his face and guiding it back to yours. His mouth opened and you slid your tongue in, sliding it alongside his as you let out a hungry moan. He tasted good.
His hands wandered slowly down the sides of your body, tracing the outline of it until he reached your hips and curled his fingers around them. "Is this alright, sweetheart?"
You nodded vigorously and leaned into him, desperately trying to deepen your shared kisses even more. He guided you to the nearest wall and pressed you up against it as he parted his mouth from yours to kiss down your face to your neck, nibbling over your pulse, and your eyes fluttered shut to focus on the sensation of his teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. "Joel," you mewled.
"You sure you want me?" he asked as he jerked away. "Shit, I don't have any condoms anyway."
"That's okay," you said quickly, afraid he was about to put a stop to what was happening. "I have an implant and I've been tested recently. I haven't been with anyone since. You?"
"Last test was years ago, but I ain't been with anyone since then either," he promised.
You believed him. He was so invested in earning money and raising his daughter right it didn't surprise you he hadn't taken any time to be romantic with anyone in a long time. The thought made you yearn for him even more. Nothing was more attractive to you than a man who put his family's needs before his own. Who'd do anything for them, no matter the cost.
You found his lips again and reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he shoved your hands away. "Not here," he murmured in your ear.
He led you down the hallway to your bedroom, kissing you as you went.
He reached to turn on the light in the dark room but you stopped him. He frowned. "That'll only allow me to see the blue painted walls," you explained. "I don't need that right now. Right now I just want to feel you. To see you."
He immediately understood, guiding your hand to his face and you moved your fingers over it to study him, to get an idea of the main features of his face, and he silently stood there and let you. His thick eyebrows, his long lashes, the laughter lines around his eyes, his sharply curved nose, his neatly trimmed beard, and those soft lips, now puffy from their interactions with your own - you realized he was even more handsome than you'd thought.
"Like what you feel?" he questioned a few beats after you lowered your hand to rest over his shoulders, like the other one was.
"Definitely," you answered. "But a pretty face isn't what's going to satisfy me."
He groaned softly and found your mouth again as you focused on taking off his belt, chucking it to a far side of the room with a clink of metal on hardwood as his hands slipped under your shirt.
"Can I take this off?" he asked.
"Only if I can unbutton yours first," you replied, fingers finding the top button of his flannel shirt.
He patiently waited as you worked on all the buttons then chucked the shirt and the one underneath away as your hands took to his broad chest. You only pulled away long enough to fulfill your end of the bargain, to help him remove your blouse.
He explored your mouth again, needy. You could feel the pent up tension underneath his skin, could feel the hardness of his bulge as he pressed you closer to him, his hands splayed widely on your lower back. He was near desperate for you.
You unbuttoned his jeans and slipped a hand into his boxers, running your hand over his length, giving it a squeeze and a pump. He lurched forward, into your touch with a loud grunt. "I can't take that," he panted as he stepped back. "Not tonight, honey."
The rest of your clothes swiftly found a place on the floor and you found yourself being pressed into your mattress by his body as he covered you and lit you on fire with the gentle touches of his rough hands.
Though he was clearly in need of you, he took his time with you, kissing down your neck and chest, sucking on and swirling his tongue around both your nipples, nibbling the skin over your belly, trying to draw out as many gasps from you as he could. He got a lot. The feeling of his mouth on you, his body over you, it was almost satisfying enough. Almost.
"Now, Joel," you begged.
You felt one of his hands make its way between your legs to gently spread them apart, to slip his fingers through your folds, and he pulled them back almost immediately, to examine them. "Damn, honey, you're already soaked."
"Been thinking about this for a while," you explained. It had been a long week.
"Won't make you wait longer then," he told you, and you felt his left hand go to the outside of your thigh as he guided himself slowly into you with his right one. He was thick, but not unbearably so, and you threw your head back onto your pillow as he perfectly filled you up, clutching at the sheets underneath you at the same time.
He held himself above you as he began to slowly pump into you, making sure you felt every ridge and vein of his cock as he dragged it along inside your heat, and you wrapped your arms around his impressive shoulders, tugging his head down to kiss him between the soft gasps you released every time he pushed back into you.
He built you up like a man with all the time in the world, taking every opportunity to caress you and taste your salty skin. And while you couldn't see anything in the dim room, you could feel his intense gaze as you chanted his name breathlessly.
"You're so pretty, sweetheart," he rasped into your ear. "Especially like this. Making those sounds. Saying my name like that. Need to feel you come."
He lifted one of your legs up, draping it over his elbow, and the new angle had you breaking apart with a loud moan, colors bursting behind your eyes as you convulsed around him. It was the best climax you'd had in a long time.
Joel continued to seek his own pleasure through your high, grinding into you a little harder every time he buried himself to the hilt, inadvertently prolonging it, not that you minded in the slightest. You kissed and nipped at his jawline and murmured to him as you tried to focus on the feel of him moving inside you. "Let go, Joel. I wanna feel it. Want you to feel this good too."
He gave you a few quick bucks before his body finally seized up and you felt him pulsing as he emptied himself inside you, as he gritted out your name and buried his face into your chest. When he did, you ran your hands up and down his spine as you smiled up at the ceiling, soaking in the moment.
You'd had some daydreams about what this would be like, but it had turned out even better, not that you were surprised.
Once he'd gone soft, Joel separated himself from you, rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh, and you rolled onto your side to face him.
"This feels backwards," he said quietly after noticing and turning to face you too. "But would you like to go out on a date with me next weekend?”
You laughed. “Yes, I’d love to.”
“Good,” he said swiftly. “Cause I don’t want to leave this here.”
"Me neither.”
"I shoulda taken you out first, though.”
"I'm the one who started it," you argued as he reached out and rubbed your cheek with a thumb. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the sweet, unassuming affection.
"That is true." You were cupping his cheek with your left hand so you felt it when the edges of his mouth tugged back into a grin.
"I don't have any regrets," you told him. "You?"
"I'd be crazy to say I do, sweetheart," Joel replied. "It would be more than a little white lie. I haven't thought about being with someone like this in a long time, almost forgot why I like it so much. You've really jogged my memory."
You snorted at that and draped an arm over his chest. "Can you stay for a while?"
"Still got a few hours before that movie ends," Joel said, pulling you even closer. "I could use a nap if you set an alarm."
"Gladly," you told him, reaching over to the nightstand for your alarm. After you were finished with the task, he dragged you back into his embrace and you both fell asleep just like that, in the comfort of each other’s warmth.
It was the first of many nights that would end that way for you both.
xxx
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Hi Mr. Gaiman! My sister and I went to see you yesterday at the Emerson Colonial theater. Last night is one of the best experiences I have ever had. Your stories are amazing and you seem like such a kind person. I plan to be an artist in the future, and one of the things I want to do is tell stories through graphic novels. You keep inspiring me to continue trying to make stories, so thank you! I also planned to give this to you but that did not work out.
If there’s a way I could send this to you, please let me know. Have a great day, sir.
That's marvellous!
You can send things to me care of
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They may take a while to reach me but they will always reach me in the end.
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Yeah, the Jim Henson Creature Shop supplied the costumes/animatronics/puppetry for the first two 90s TMNT movies!
Not only that, but Kevin Clash (Elmo's former puppeteer) played Splinter, David Rudman (Cookie Monster's current puppeteer) was Donatello's facial puppeteer, Marty Robinson (Mr. Snuffleupagus' puppeteer) was Leonardo's facial puppeteer, and Brian Henson (Jim Henson's son) was the chief puppeteer!
getting to this like SUPER late, but that's so cool! omg thank you for sharing your wisdom
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So I watched "Annabelle Comes Home" on Oct. 2 but didn't livetweet it 'cause my dad called. He got y'all's livetweet in real time.
Yesterday, I watched "Mr. Boogedy" and didnt livetweet it because it sucked.
Today! The randomizer picked the new "Haunted Mansion" movie.
It was meh. The Muppets did it better
Spoilers and recap of the livetweet below the cut.
Angriest not-a-ghost tour I’ve ever seen.
Okay, I would actually enjoy this angry ghost tour probably. We do a bunch of ghost and historical walking tours. Also, this hummingbird story is legit the kind of thing people tell me when they say they saw a ghost once.
I like Rosario Dawson’s car and U-haul showing up during Ben’s angry not-a-ghost tour. Nice connection, Mouse.
Thank you, Rosario, for being sensible! Yes, you leave the obviously haunted house before everybody dies.
Fun fact: I was the “You’ll be back!” ghost (well, zombie) at a haunted hayride for several years.
Priest Owen Wilson’s cat is amazing. I want to pet them. They’re so fluffy!
Fr. Owen didn’t read the book. Victor never finished med school!
Action Guy absolutely reminded me of Abuelita with a chancla. So samesies!
Of course, the ghosts refuse to do anything when there’s a person around.
Why does everybody keep missing the ghost in the rearview mirror?
My dad also loves that show, dead sea captain! Like our father-daughter dance was to “Wanted Dead or Alive” because of it.
I know Ben’s pain. Don’t want to be in the house because it’s full of ghosts; don’t want to be outside because it’s too peopley.
He just wants to chill in your house and watch Deadliest Catch. Let him! *Ben opens door* Nevermind. Not cool, ghost.
Danny Devito! YES!
Harriet the Psychic matches every psychic I’ve ever met. This is exactly how my sister does her stuff.
They’ve already screwed up this seance. Don’t break the circle! That’s how y’all get possessed.
“Here’s a pen and pad I purchased at CVS.” This is almost as bad as the Hocus Pocus 2 scene in the Walgreens.
Ben, that is obviously some sort of ghost trick. That is not your wife.
Constance’s husbands’ heads disappearing from the photos is great. But I still prefer Taraji P. Henson’s version of her.
Fun fact: never leave your crystal ball uncovered when not in use. The sun may strike it and set your house on fire.
Sorry, Jamie Lee Curtis, but Miss Piggy did it better.
Is this ghost in middle school? Unscrewing the top of the Zataran’s like that? Also, I have the same seasoning in my house; it’s good, and that ghost should feel bad for messing with Rosario’s cooking like that.
The candle that’s blowing itself out looks really … phallic.
The product placement in this movie is wild. It’s so hard to take them seriously when Ben is sobbing the phrase “Baskin Robbins.”
Hasan Minaj! Why were you listed so early in the credits if this is your only scene?
Crump’s backstory is just wild. Of course he turned into Jared Leto with a backstory like that.
I like what they’ve done with the stretching room.
Winona Ryder? Are you doing a Linda Cardellini impression? Also, this is the worst tour I’ve ever seen. And I was once on a tour where the guy claimed the Civil War was still happening in the 1840s. Twenty years before it started.
Did that spider just scream?
More product placement. I actually like Burger King; their veggie burgers are really good.
Fr. Owen Wilson is going to federal prison. Like, that’s a felony. A pretty serious one if you perform a sacrament.
Prof. Danny Devito is obviously possessed. Ghost, you are really bad at your job. (Is scare people a job?)
OMG. It was almost the professor in the drawing room with the candlestick. Fortunately, Rosario saved the day.
More movies need evil Danny Devitos.
I know Travis is 9, but he’s the dumbest mofo ever.
Okay. I actually feel really bad now. I got depression too, buddy. That said, you don’t think it’s weird your dad sounds just like the Hatbox Ghost?
How did Crump kill a mummy? Did he kill a bunch of people at a costume party?
Is Fr. Owen riding Constance into battle? With her army of beheaded husbands?
Dead sea captain got his boat! Yay!
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Hi bestie, I bother Dani a lot with random little asks and now it's your turn >:)
I come to you today asking, nay DEMANDING your musical inspiration. This is a stick up! Put the songs recs in the bag!!!
Either Millers Law in general or other single character centric playlists, I want em! All of them!! Jack, Lucy, Mel, anything you have I will gladly take. Talk about your blorbos my guy I WANNA LISTEN.
ANDI!! HELLO!!
Thank you SO. SO MUCH for this Ask, you have no idea how happy it made me! 🥰🥰🥰
I'm sorry for the delay in answering! Life's been a lil' stressy... BUT OML. MUSICAL INSPO. YES. I am constantly listening to music as I write, so this Q was... ugh. Wonderful, Perfect; thank you again x
I have many a playlist! But they're all on Spotify, so idk if you'll be able to see them? 😭😢
Nevertheless! Woe, Miller's Law/character playlists be upon ye!
Dani and I have a shared Jack playlist, which is actually an extension of YOUR Jack playlist (bc it was so brill! 😊)
Lucy doesn't currently have her own playlist, simply bc her song inspos take up the majority of the Miller's Law list/s! Her being the ✨Main Character✨n' all that 🥰😊
In case you can't access the above, here are the songs I've been listening to most frequently in recent weeks, and who they relate to:
Lucy:
Dream -- Priscilla Ahn (I'm not crying you're crying)
sun girl -- Mebd Hurley
Sunshine -- sia
Human -- dodie
Lucy -- Ten Tonnes
Mel:
Salt and the Sea -- The Lumineers
Agoraphobia -- Autoheart
labour -- Paris Paloma
Persephone -- Daisy the Great
Jack:
I'll Be Good -- Jaymes Young
Blue Eyes -- MIKA
Run Boy Run -- Woodkid
A Sadness Runs Through Him -- The Hoosiers (one of yours, I believe x 😉)
Miller's Law in general:
Snowman -- sia (the most Jack & Lucy song to ever exist, imho)
Mr. Blue -- Catherine Feeny
Hugging You -- Tom Rosenthal
Have We Met Before? -- Tom Rosenthal, Fenne Lily
I Melt With You -- Modern English
Heartbreaker -- Autoheart
Winter Song -- Ingrid Michaelson
Cosmic Love -- Florence + The Machine
No Big Deal (I Love You) -- Dodie
Running Up That Hill -- Kate Bush
Pls forgive me for Going Off on One in this next bit; I am so very passionate about music, as you can probs tell! Particularly instrumental compositions/film and TV scores.
SO, in terms of instrumental pieces:
The End, from the film Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, really encapsulates general feel of the fic/story as a whole. It's ruminative/melancholy, yet, at the same time, hopeful. "Bittersweet", I think is the most accurate way of putting it. Lucy's most pivotal scene was written to this piece.
Winter III, Recomposed by Max Richter is-- ...to me it's just Jack. Jack incarnate. Every time I re-read the DoD (written by the wonderful SafyreSky, for anyone not in the know) I hear this playing in my head.
Mel has an enormously dramatic/important scene (basically the rounding off of her character arc) written to Hans Zimmer's Murph, from the movie Interstellar. The 8:57 mark. Good God.
Other instrumental pieces I've listened to repeatedly whilst writing ML:
Elevator Song -- Keaton Henson
Sacrifice -- Steve Jablonksy
Time -- Hans Zimmer
On the Nature of Daylight -- Max Richter
The entirety of Max Richter's Vivaldi Recomposed
The Shepherd's Boy -- Murray Gold
Madame De Pompadour -- Murray Gold
I Am the Doctor -- Murray Gold (are we seeing a theme here?)
Deep -- Peter Sandberg
The 2nd Law -- Muse
Light of the Seven -- Ramin Djawadi
Central Park -- James Newton Howard
Once again apologies for the splurge, but this question was-- I can't even put it into words; I have being dying to talk about my writing music inspos for FOREVER, so I just... was so so happy to receive it. ❤️
(P.S. This is my cue to create a playlist for Seb, with his having become a much more prominent character in the narrative of late!)
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Henson Family Blog
Please welcome Mr and Mrs. Asher Henson . We are thrilled to announce the wedding of our dear firstborn and his new wife Sarai . The LORD has truly blessed this union . From the start they have adhered to the most strict rules including only hand holding . Today Sarai says goodbye to her family and joins ours ! Asher and Sarai spent the first few days as newlyweds at the home Asher fixed up. Isn’t it BEAUTIFUL . I came over to add the seeds for the front yard , a woman's touch is always needed.
Asher gave myself and his father a tour the day after the wedding . The beautiful home is a modest two bedroom and one bathroom perfect for a small family. Sarai did suggest making the 2nd bedroom into a guest room for her folks when they come to stay . However Asher put his foot down and reminded her the Lord willing they well welcome children into this world soon and they will need a bedroom before her parents. Sarai thanked Asher at this point for reminding her of her place as a woman and her duty as a wife . They then prayed together before they left for their honeymoon that God would be good and grant them a child to raise. We waved them off from their new home as they went for their honeymoon . I just couldn’t resist the urge to leave a spare baby cradle I had stored away in the spare room. Wishful thinking maybe but I know how much Asher desires to be a father . I also prayed to the Lord that he would protect this young couple from the evils of their honeymoon destination.
Blessings to you all , Mrs. Courtney Henson aka future Grandma :)
AN: O sweet suffering Jesus this women , poor Sarai she really did have a chance but the gulit of being a convert and Asher and Courtney filling her head with crap . Made sure there was no chance she would escape from this hell. I’m planning on trying to play older sons while the girls age up so expect some more posts from Asher and our escapee...
#sims#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 simblr#sims 4 story#sims4#fundie#fundiesims#fundiesnark#fundiefamilyhenson
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Has anyone ( like maybe former staff) ever threatened to expose the fact your kids were puppets to blackmail. I mean, I’m sure there are people crazy enough to do that. Or even kidnap the kids ( though I’m sure they would give scout back immediately if they tried lol)
Hiya, Annon!
That's a very good question and I do have a couple humorous stories to share with my answer to your dear question. It does sure bring back some fun memories
"Dealing with Rachel was not a fun memory"
Owey, we talked about breathin' in and out. Rachel has a short temperament with things.
Anyways! The answer regardin' former staff members did happen. I think they were some former puppeteers who wanted to get back at Owey and the puppets for all the shenanigans that occurred over a couple of years.
They tried to reach out to Rachel about this, and she was as mad as a wet hen!
Pitchin' a hissy fit she told them livin' evil puppets were not a thing and that maybe they should have considered maybe workin' with Owey for a long time may...have affected their brains
A very unwelcomed and crude comment, but Owey and I couldn't help but smile at the sass
"Or the look in their faces!"
"Gotta agree with Gubberson in this. It was surprisingly a close call."
Thank you Owey and Jake-y pops
They did try to threaten us with the police but...let's all be real here. Who would believe real puppets came to life-
"You know Vox Veritas is a thing, right? I mean Anthony and I do believe in the supernatural stuff and-
Beth, darlin' I'm talkin' about the others.
"Oh, sorry. Do continue"
Thank you
Like I was sayin' there was no way the police would believe them, so we are safe for now.
Now regarding the kidnapping?
Thankfully nothing like that happened
"Because they would find Scout to be an annoying little goblin that they'll return her or send it to China!"
NICHOLAS!
"He's not wrong for once."
RILEY!
"Now, now, can we all be nice to our little sister?"
Thank you, Daisy...
Anyways.
The "closest" thing to that subject, was that time we accidentally lost Scout while visitin' the Jim Henson studios for a possible crossover.
Mr. Burlington love the idea of our show extendin' to new horizons, but that's another story for another day
Now, Scouty decided to wander off and we nearly left without her until I realize there were four members and not five.
Thankfully Gonzo was kind enough to help us find her
She was having cookies with the Cookie Monster.
I suppose puppets bond with other puppets *snorts*
-Amy
#Hello puppets#ask blog au#aks respond#Riley Ruckus#Nick Nack#Daisy Danger#Scout hello puppets#jim henson#the muppets#sesame street#Owen Gubberson#Jake hello puppets
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While I recognize I’m too damn old for tumblr...
I accept the risk that I am shouting this out into the void. Having said so...Here are some thoughts I have had on bullying in the present and the past.
There is something people who refuse to engage in or use our time bullying that bullies--and abusive personalities--of nearly every stripe will simply never have. I wish with all my faded ginger hair-covered Druid brains that this thing was enough to protect the targets of abusers and bullies. I can’t pretend, even for an instant that it’s enough on its own; that would be dangerous and irresponsible. What I hope is that by sharing something even so simple that it’s probably a gold medalist in the “staggeringly obvious” category, if you’ve missed it or forgotten it, that you may get some recharge or some reinforcement or affirmation out of it. Thank you for bearing with me, whoever you are.
In Roald Dahl’s Matilda there’s a scene where Mr. Wormwood rips the book out of his daughter hands in rage that she is enjoying something that he cannot see the point of, that he cannot share or experience for himself, without (I think) reflecting on why this may be so. He rips every page from her library copy of The Red Pony, this self-righteous rage at what he sees as exclusion (spoiler: it’s not exclusion Mr. awful fictional father of the year) just accelerating at every tear and crumple.
What he can’t see is that he has not been excluded, unfairly or otherwise; he has exiled himself. An enormous percentage of bullies and abusers (I think) have at some point in their life exiled themselves without necessarily realizing that it was the kind of exile most likely to become forever. They do this for uncountable reasons, for all the motivations the kinder (than me, I am neither nice nor forgiving) guidance counselors and teachers and checked-out but well meaning parents assign; instability or violence they themselves are suffering from, insecurity, fear, unmanaged rage, undiagnosed mental health needs, the desperate need to fill a void by fitting in with some people even those people are predatory f&ckwafflers...Or even more benign reasons. More understandable and relatable reasons. All of their friends have declared themselves too old for She-Ra and just want to watch Grease. Jim Henson dies and suddenly nobody thinks Muppets are cool. Art projects are never going to be as good as That One Girl who Can Draw...
(Sometimes I think it’s happened because historically, things have been really, deeply bad and people have been pulled away from “childish stuff” to grow up faster, provide for their family in need sooner. Given how things went down in the Depression for my grandfather and basic empathy I am not here to cr&p on anybody in that position.)
What I’m getting at is that for a wide variety of possible reasons, good bad and ugly...people give up their appreciation of wonder. Sometimes it’s bit by bit so someone doesn’t even notice, sometimes it’s accelerated. Once gone though, it’s not impossible to get back but it is difficult, and our general society in the US doesn’t make that easier.
Now the historian in me is making faces and grunting and preparing to sit up and hurl things--probably unintelligible personal papers from the 18th century or Civil War privy contents or toenail clippings of the Venerable Bede so let me just clarify; this is a theory based on the experiences and interpretations of literary and non fiction works by one person. One. I’m an undergrad lit major, I have a grad degree in history and some training in Mainline Liberal Ministry. I am spectacularly good at being wrong; I could be wrong here.
A sense of wonder and joy does not have to come from the Big Experiences in your life--that trip you were lucky to take to the Grand Canyon, the fan vaulting in Westminster Abbey, the Pacific or Atlantic Ocean, or a whale watch. I mean it can...of course it can but it can be very small as well...Skyscapes at 2pm from on foot wherever you live or for a hot minute in the car or through a window. The cat doing something ridonculous... A color in an ad on a Bus, a sparrow. TREES.--okay now I’m getting into what could be mistaken as Inspirational BS here so moving on...it can be a book, a story that grips each side of your head, pulls you down to the page and will not let you go until it’s over and you’re transported, transformed, legally High off Your Arse...wishing there was more. Sometimes it doesn’t matter worth a damn how you encounter that story--book, TV, movie, song...
It is my theory based on empirical observations and data from a very limited sample pool, I genuinely suspect, I even believe it is possible that bullies and abusers have exiled themselves so profoundly from Wordsworth’s (I can’t stand the guy but he got this idea right) “Inner Eye” and from the capacity to take in the larger world that they have lost the ability to do so in any way. There’s no inspiration or laughter or strength or hope or determination to draw from anything but domination of every nasty kind possible over anyone they can get into a position to dominate. (However unfounded my concern may be to clarify I do not mean a healthy responsible Dom/Sub dynamic here). In actuality, dominate may be the word they use to themselves, consciously but it’s really more about needing to tyrannize (not in the Greek city state definition) and then destroy any and all opposition. That imperative grows until a child reading a book becomes how dare they!?! because the bully/abuser recognizes that here is at least some portion of another human being’s experience that they can no more control than they can shape the weather. That chink in the armor, that gap in the advancing charge, that inaccessible bit is an unholy and raging terror to a lot of bullies and abusers.
if you’ve been bullied it may well have been more than I was. It may still be going on. You may be in the slow and horrendously dangerous process of extracting yourself and everyone you love from the reach of one or more of the worst kind of bullies: abusers. I wish I could help you more than by simply saying all this. I’m more sorry than you will likely ever know that it’s not enough. But it’s out there.
(PS, I have ADHD. There will be typos.)
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#56 Twelve things that will get me through Chemo (because I say they will.)
So, the doctors would like me to do six sessions of chemo, but they say depending on how I react (if badly) it may only be four or even two – which obviously is far less satisfactory in the ‘never having to worry about this shit again’ stakes. That means this is going to be an endurance game. I am going to win because my reserves of spite and bloody-mindedness are deeper than the Mariana Trench. Also, because I’m not above cheating, I have a list of charms that will get me through...
Cadbury’s Milk Chocolate Little Bars. (Thin milk chocolate that tastes like childhood.) Do I even know if I can eat these when ill? No idea. Will the simple thought of them sustain me? Yes.
Several audio books, including: The Locked Tomb Series (utterly mental, only just stared it and it's insane but good), Sandman (amazing AF - the audio is as good as the comics and and better than the NF series, that's saying something), Johannes Cabal (really good fun pulp fiction), Piranesi (so dreamy and strange AF), A Darker Shade of Magic (doom upon magical world-walking doom), Nettle & Bone (not read yet but sounds great), and Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel (Regency magicians. A little Austin, a little historical, a little faerytale, a long read or listen but it will enchant you either way and you'll never be free.)
Ginger chews for sugar and anti-nausea properties. Also they are tasty and the packaging rocks.
Anti-nausea wrist bands. It's very basic acupuncture / pressure point without needles, but it works very well.
Warm socks and flompy comfy clothes (Yes I have those slippers, no I probably won't take them to hospital, but you get my point.)
Cats, and plush purple cats. Only the small purple ones can come to the hospital, obviously, but I know the real ones will sleep on me as soon as I’m home. (This isn't Spindle or Treacle, I feel I should start some sort of call for all the little Bang On The Door purple long legged cats so I can give them more siblings - seriously please give me all the little purple long-legged idiots.)
My Spell Coat scarf and paper stars. (If you don't know about Spell Coats, watch the Jim Henson's Storyteller for the aesthetics or read Diana Wynne Jones - you may know her from Howl's Moving Castle, but definitely read The Dalemark Quartet.) The point is, you can weave a story to make it true. This masterpiece was made by the amazing Cassandra-Kate. I shall wear the scarf and hand out the paper stars she crafted to anyone who looks like they need them.
Protein drinks. Since I have no idea how ill I may feel or how up to eating actual food I will be, I’ve ordered some vanilla flavoured protein powder in case there are days where I have to rely on milkshakes.
Creativity. When I can paint or write I will. When I can’t, I shall just splat and read or watch films. (I picked the first pic that came up on my hard drive to represent this and I do not recall what sketchbook that came from or wtf I was doing - I don't even think I have it here - but I guess it's sort of valid? Half-dead-alive-girl. Shit.
Love Nikki Dress Up Queen. A free phone game where you pass challenges by styling different outfits. Very anime cute and pretty. (I’m Bedlam in game if you want to be friends, and my styling association is Witch House which you’re very welcome to join.)
A new wig or possibly two. Two, in fact. One thanks to Kal and one thanks to DT - I am very grateful for beautiful feathers!
Coconut water. It tastes like the essence of liquid biscuits - Digestive Biscuits - which if you aren't from the UK won't mean much. Let's say 'healthy cookie water' to you heathens I apparently live with now.
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tagged by @boysbeloving DAISY you're the sweetest, thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk more about myself
NAME: Ahdri!
SIGN: Aries ♈
HEIGHT: 5 ft 4-5 (on a good day)
TIME: 2am AAHAHAHAH
BIRTHDAY: April 6!
FAVOURITE ARTIST/BAND: You know I've never really been big into band culture or like,,,, stanning artists that much, but in terms of which artists i can comfortably say 80% of their songs I would happily listen to or like,,, i would watch out for new releases for them, then Keaton Henson, Florence + Machine and Saro
LAST MOVIE: RV (rip mr williams)
LAST SHOW: The Sandman (ME TOO tho it was all in a fever dream im gonna have to go back and rewatch it to understand the hype lmao)
WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG: GOODNESS GRACIOUS IT'S BEEN A WHILE. I created this blog in 2016? Just after I'd finished reading Captive Prince and AFTG, and started writing fanfic for the first time.
WHAT I POST: Mostly my writing, my thoughts, and any asks I get! At the moment it's mostly all Kinnporsche flavoured
OTHER BLOGS: Nope!
DO I GET ASKS: Yeah, every so often! Whenever I ask for them I usually get quite a few prompters. I LOVE ASKS THO. SEND THEM TO ME. ABOUT ANYTHING.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: PFFFFFFT bold of you to assume I have anything even vaguely resembling a sleep schedule (anywhere from 3 to 17 honestly)
WHAT I'M WEARING: BEE SHIRT
DREAM JOB: I honestly would just love to be a writer. I wasn't made to have a regular 9-5 or a boss, I'm too eclectic and scattered at the best of times, but when I'm inspired I'm so capable of being productive. Being a writer, working on my own terms to a large extent, is the dream.
DREAM TRIP: NEW ZEALAND. HOBBITON. im such a nerd.
FAVOURITE SONGS (and quotes from them, just for some spice):
smoke by BOBI ANDONOV and Son Lux
"You could be my first, babe, I could be your last."
when will I belong by Geographer
"Cause I've been walking my life to the beat of a drum they gave me when I was far too young."
Boys like you by tanerelle
"It shouldn't feel this good being weak on my knees."
It's only by ODESZA and Zyra
"It's only slaughter, we're only liars, it's only blood."
Passing this along to @i-got-the-feels, @kissporsche, @elmindredaniq 💕
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Okay but like Will and Orym
Just that thats all.
Sadness for days.
Fuck you mr. O'Brien and thank you
#campaign 3#big moon little moon#critical role#cr spoilers#critical role campaign 3#liam o'brien#critical role orym#exu orym#orym x will#Spotify
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Mr. Piggy
Howdy!
Pretty brief one this week. You may've seen that Feb 1 was Hourly Comics Day. This is an annual event where people make a comic every hour. Lots of them are super short--a panel or two--and often biographical. I participated and what I've wrought can only be described as Mr. Piggy.
Apologies to Alec "Mr. Boop" Robbins, Jim Henson, and Lizzo. Know that the recommended soundtrack is a canned laugh track repeating at a regular interval that cannot distinguish from the comedy and the drama.
If anyone has a good recommendation for a therapist in the San Diego area that takes Anthem, my inbox is open! I know hard it can be to be kind to yourself, to treat yourself well, to do things you need to to not have bad brain days and find balance in your emotions when things are, genuinely, very bad in the world. But it's worth it to try.
Thanks!
David
P.S. A funny little work story from this week. I was emailing with a creator who works under a pseudonym, and they mentioned that in reference to how their paperwork would have a different name. I'm looking at it and I'm like "Whoa, no wonder. It must be really hard being named Wells Fargo." I was, of course, looking at their bank information and am dumb.
What I enjoyed this week:
Blank Check (Podcast), Honkai Impact (Video game), House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (Book), Persona 4 Golden (Video game), Poker Face (TV show), our new mattress, receiving mail, Dungeons & Daddies (Podcast), Barry (TV show), Genshin Impact (Manga--I finally went and caught up on that from a couple of years ago), other people's Hourly Comics.
New Releases this week (2/1/2022):
Off week for my books!
New releases next week (2/8/2022):
Godzilla: Monsters & Protectors - All Hail the King #5 (Editor)
Sonic the Hedgehog #57 (Editor)
Sonic the Hedgehog, Vol. 13: Battle for the Empire (Editor, collecting Sonic #50, 51, the 2022 Annual, and I think the 2022 Free Comic Book Day short?)
Final Order Cutoff (2/6/2023):
Sonic the Hedgehog: The IDW Collection, Vol. 3 (Editor, collecting Sonic #21-32 and the 2020 Annual)
Announcements:
Arizona Comic Book Arts Festival - 2/25! Just a couple more weeks! They've got a heckuva guest list including me, Becca, Elizabeth Brei, Danny Djeljosevic, Mitch Gerads, Steve Rude, John Layman, Henry Barajas, Jay Fotos, Jeff Mariotte, Marcy Rockwell, John Yurcaba, Andrew MacLean, Alexis Zirrit, Meredith McClaren, James Owen, Ryan Cody, and many more! Come and see us! Becca'll have some very cool new merch, too! And tickets are only $10!
Speaking of Becca, did you know they have a Patreon? They're doing weekly drawing prompts that're uploading Sundays, so lots of new stuff up there as well as a pretty impressive backcatalog from the past few years. This month, if you sign-up at any level, your support's actually going to a really amazing local organization, The Brown Building.
And final Becca news, they contributed to Aradia Beat, a Magical Girl Anthology Magazine! It's now on Kickstarter! It's both a tribute to 90s magical girl stories and part of a larger project about the overall preservation and mutual support of magical girl stories! There're two weeks left to back, so throw some money their way to make this happen and tell your friends!
#aradia beat#mr piggy#mr boop#comics#arizona comic book arts festival#comics editorial#sonic idw#godzilla idw#lizzo#baby yoda#what if Saturday Night Live was sold to the Muppets
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Tagged by @homosexula thanks!!
rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. no skipping!
This is just my liked songs because I don't have a definitive 'my playlist'
1. Veteran of the psychic wars - Blue Öyster Cult
2. When Sonny gets blue - McCoy Tynor
3. Lovely head - Goldfrapp
4. Indulge me - Moses Sumney
5. Beata Viscera - Pérotin
6. Vapor trail - Ride
7. Early in the morning - Harry Nilsson
8. Easy - Son Lux
9. Nothing lasts forever - Echo & the Bunnymen
10. Mary Celeste - Keaton Henson
Tagging @keelah-seyah @jammglass and @not-mrs-cake (can just shuffle ur iPod queen ily) and whoever else wants to x
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Hey my love! Soooo...you said you were looking for angst/love/romance music and here are my faves (hope you don't mind me going overboard...)
Romance by Ex:Re
Wonderful Life by Smith and Burrows
I Need My Girl by The National
With If I told You by Daya
Where the TIme Went by Ex:Re
Looking Too Closely by Fink
After Dark by Mr. Kitty
Subtle Weight by Foreign Fields
When the Party’s Over by Billie Eilish
You by Keaton Henson
Sinking Like Stone by Blackchords (linked to YouTube cause I hit the limit)
Hope you find a couple you like!!
Ahhh my love thank you!!!
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