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So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.

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it does not feel real or true that they interacted but like i do hope michael texted misha to say he was sorry he didn’t get to experience this. and that misha received it while sitting on his bathroom floor tears streaming down his face almost lover by a fine frenzy playing top volume

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i really like this nancy strip

concept for a background character

I’m really pleasantly surprised how well people liked the design, thank you again so much for all the love you gave her, and wanted to add something about Mukha

1) she’s a character from another character’s background, that’s why I phrased it that way. There’re no main characters as this is for an rpg, and I hope to encounter her soon🙏🏽

2) she’s a were-insect (lol) she turns into a horse-fly and boy oh boy she bites. Just throwing it out there :^)

hi! this is my first collage in over a month so I'm feeling good about getting back at it!

it's on a 14x18 inch wooden panel that's been varnished. it has a smooth satin finish. I used a poster of a cover of an old lesbian pulp novel, scrapbook paper, smithsonian magazines from the late 80's, acrylic medium as adhesive, and a white paint pen!

if you wanna buy this or see more photos then you can find my shop link in my bio! you can also message me! it's currently $230 on etsy to account for fees but if you buy it outside of etsy then I'm asking $180 + shipping costs. shipping within the US is $12 and if you're outside of the US then I'll need to calculate that before I give you an estimate!

"How did we get here?" "I don't care, please don't stop."

PULP - DISCO 2000 (1995) dir. Pedro Romhanyi