Sorry, lemme try this again: *clears throat*
ACE, CJ DIDNT HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT VHSBFBAHCHSHFB "WAKE UP, PLEASE??!!???!?" THE SCREAMM?????? 😭😭😭 I'M SCREAMING AND MAYBE CRYING.
it's so good, don't stop now.
Hey, I blame the Krang. Those pesky lil boogers are pretty nasty creatures. And Cassandra had been missing for months with the Krang infecting her system in that time sooo...
But yeah...all in all it was kinda brutal. Even with Mikey's mystic powers, the Krang are rather strong...even early on in the apocalypse. And on top of that, lil Casey was pulled into this whole mess so, yup.
In summary...
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I made a storyboard comic thing about the Pistol Possum from Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Explanation:
Theres a fan theory that the Possum is the secret identity of Judge Doom (which is canon to me, the comic backstory is meh)
During the making of the Roger Rabbit movie, the idea was thrown around about Judge Doom being the hunter who shot Bambis mom
I combind the two cause i like the idea that the Possum got a taste of killing toons and developd an obsession, which is why he came up with the Dip
Dont know how building a highway makes sense tho
EDIT: i forgot so say - they obvisouly cut this scene in the final Bambi film, wouldnt get past censors otherwise
But Possum is never on screen anyway, which is probably not clear enough in the panel scribbles
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KAZUO KITANO : ❛ jackucho, i thought i told you to not call me after school hours. . . or general ? ❜
Kazuo regards Jackucho with a blend of exasperation and indifference. Jackucho's unrelenting crush on him, while flattering to a certain extent, often borders on intrusive and overwhelming. Kazuo's stoic and snide personality finds Jackucho's relentless pursuit to be more of a nuisance than anything else. He respects her tenacity but wishes she would understand his need for personal space and independence. While he appreciates the attention of his admirers, he believes that Jackucho's obsession with him has crossed a line. He feels that it's essential to maintain a level of mystique and detachment in order to uphold his "picture-perfect" image, and Jackucho's constant presence disrupts this carefully constructed facade. Despite his reservations, deep down, Kazuo may harbor a mixture of sympathy and confusion toward Jackucho, given his own complex personal history. However, he is unlikely to openly express these feelings, and his stoicism remains a barrier to forming a deeper connection with her.
In the chilling and nostalgic world of "The bay has eyes," Kazuo is the embodiment of the "picture-perfect jock" archetype, seemingly ripped from the pages of a 1980s or 1990s slasher flick. His athletic build and charming appearance make him the quintessential character to face the horrors of the bay. However, his stoic and snide demeanor often leads others to underestimate his intelligence and resourcefulness. Kazuo, true to his stereotype, starts off with a trusty baseball bat, a symbol of his jock status, although he's more than capable of using it to fend off threats.
As for his survival prospects, Kazuo doesn't die first, but he's not necessarily the final boy either. While he may endure for a considerable portion of the film, the "bay has eyes" verse has a way of keeping the audience on their toes, and his ultimate fate remains uncertain. His stats reflect his personality, with above-average physical strength and agility but lower charisma and awareness scores, given his stoic nature. Kazuo's character might appear to be a red herring at first, seemingly oblivious to the dangers lurking in the bay. However, as the story unfolds, his resourcefulness and ability to adapt begin to shine, revealing that there's more to this "picture-perfect" jock than meets the eye, making him an intriguing and complex character within the horror narrative.
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So.
Bojan... Bojan. I feel so many things about him in this chapter your descriptions of his panic fucking broke me, they hit a tiny bit to close to home (this is supposed to be a compliment).
And Kris my dear dear Kris, constantly searching the issue in himself (mood lol) only to realise that he did nothing wrong and Bojan still left. Oufff
i will gladly take the compliment but you will also attend this weeks "had an anxiety spike reading the holidate" self help group. mandatory. heres your stamp card 📋 there will be snacks and hot beverages
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Billy and Steve giving each other their T shots, sharing each other's binders, trying to gauge how to pack, figuring out how to layer, the whole nine yards together 🥲😭
"Hey, can I borrow the black one?"
Steve had a binder in just about every color. All purchased on the credit card of parents who begrudgingly accepted him after three years of family therapy.
They didn't get him, but at least they threw enough money at him for the myriad of things he used to get that sweet, sweet euphoria.
Billy, was a different story.
His mom's health insurance covered only some of his HRT, and the binder had really been a splurge for them. It was tan, and fit well, but sometimes he didn't want a nude binder poking out underneath his clothes. Sometimes he really wanted a noticeably black one. An outlandish pink one.
He owes it to his mother, who left her husband and took him halfway across the country, to be unapologetic about his transman swag.
They were lucky that Steve's binders fit Billy, Billy's wider ribcage making up for Steve's larger tits.
Steve flicked the black one at Billy, a towel wrapped around his shoulders, hair wet and dripping onto the floor.
"What are you even wearing tonight?" Steve was half-dressed, baggy jeans and a t-shirt. He was looking through his closet, the metal hooks on the hangers screeching against the bar as he pawed through button-up shirts.
Billy turned his back to wiggle his boxers up his hips.
"Just the usual. Don't overthink it, Harrington. Not like it's your first date."
The pillow hit Billy in the back of the head.
"Okay, jeez, Pissy. Put on the stripey shirt like you know you want to, and we'll call it a day."
Billy turned around, now dressed and ready, only to find Steve flushed and fidgety, already wearing the striped shirt. The forest green was Billy's favorite color on Steve, and the baby blue made it look a little brighter, a little softer.
Steve wore the shirt every day for two weeks after he had found it at the second-hand store outside of town. And now he wore it every time he felt even slightly uncomfortable.
Billy crossed the room in a few strides, pulling Steve into his arms.
"We'll have fun, Stevie. Just you wait."
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