Christ but “Master of the Universe” is a terrifying fanfic and somehow creepier than Twilight
NSFW dramatic reading
This is part 48 how am I still listening to this
Must be Pepper’s birthday and he only remembered like 5 minutes ago during a fight.
I imagine him getting blasted and falling through the ceiling of a mall next to Victoria’s Secret and just going, “oh, well, while I’m here.”
People in Order - Age
2006 / video 3 mins (series of four) / Lenka Clayton - Collaboration with James Price
One person of every age from one to one hundred years old, in ascending order.
I draw my comics for homicide detectives, so that is who I imagine reading my comics as I work on them.
You know the type. Watched his mom and sister get gunned down over his dad’s drug debts and swore he’d become a cop. Last time he saw his father was when he had to testify against him, but it looks like he’ll have to pay a visit to the state prison to see if he can shake some information about Big Joe Paglia out of him. He has the highest clearance rate in the precinct but he’s never gonna make captain with that chip on his shoulder and that devil on his back. His marriage went to shit ever since he started hitting the bottle. He wants to stop, but he can’t shake that image of his partner’s body getting torn into by the Antelope Ripper after he tied the both of him up in the governor’s mansion. His new partner seems eager, but he can’t trust her yet - she’s a little green, a “diversity hire”, if you know what I mean. She might be the only friend he’s got, though. He knows what the other detectives think of him. He’s no rat, but when they all skimmed a little off the Rordiguez heroin seizure and he passed on taking anything, they started looking at him funny. Doesn’t help that the chief has been riding him ever since he disobeyed a direct order to lay off the mayor’s son’s drug charge. Doesn’t help that he has his ex-wife calling him ten times a day for alimony. He just ended a twelve hour shift by talking a tweaker out of murdering a baby he was using as a hostage and he wants to relax. He goes to his local, orders a shot a cold one, slams a quarter into the jukebox to play his favourite - Charlie “Bird” Parker. He opens up the newest issue of Lose. It’s the only good, pure thing in his day - the only ray of light in his miserable fucking life.