My sister Jenna and I went concert-going again Tuesday night, where we pranced about at the front of the stage, sang loudly in each other’s ears, and I drank a lot of beer to no tremendous effect. I hate beer.

But yeah, we saw Langhorne Slim again :]

So what’s of note?

That he sang “Colette,” got especially hilarious with his mid-song storytelling, that I trolled a former best friend of Jenna’s present at the show who became a total dick to her over the past few years, and that I got to meet and shake hands with the opening band’s trumpet player who was totally hot and I was definitely maybe flirting with. His name was Charlie. I think we had a moment and could of had more—that he held onto my hand a little too long. Jenna can tell you if I was simply delusional (I’m slow to pick up on flirtations), but… unf. Charlie.

Anyway, what follows are some photos I took mid-concert. Look under the cut if you’re interested in our faces…. in ambient and ~concert strobe lighting, to boot.

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The cat really loves those fucking Heroclix action figure-thingies the guys at the comic shop gave us. I have nothing better to do with them than to set them on my bookshelf and forget that I own them, but she’s better than that.

She steals them in the middle of the night and hordes them in a corner of the basement.

She especially loves Oracle and the Yelena Belova (“blonde Black Widow”) one.

I like to think that Cat imagines herself to be a sort of cat burglar or secret agent who operates in shadow and thinks she’s sneakier than the sneakiest of crooks. I mean, that would explain her fascination with those particular figurines of Oracle and Yelena Belova… And why she slinks around all the fucking time, even though I simply tell her: “You’re a fucking calico cat. You’re VERY noticeable. You’re not sly. I can hear your fucking bell jingling all the way down the stairs. And I know you fucking took that figure. I saw you take it, even.”

Right. Yelena Belova is actually in the middle of my doorway right now :/

…when your friends tell you they need a designated driver TO a restaurant because they’re already drunk. And then one back from it as well.

And at least one of them’s already barfed while eating at the restaurant, and you know this because he texted you about it

Yes.

And they say I’M the “drunk friend.”

parisianqueen:

firefly20ffm:

rebellatrix replied to your post: rebellatrix replied to your post:…

WOW. Just….. WOW. Because real people aren’t named “Dick”? Are you SERIOUS? This is hilariously terrible. Wow, DC. Let’s have a slow cap for maturity. But yes, at least I can enjoy your dickdickdick tags more often….

This is so not my conversation to have, but I feel like sharing something.

Crazy religious parents are also to blame here.

For instance… I had to read DC Comics stuff in secret for the longest time, because I once accidentally referred to Robin as Dick in front of my Christian mother. She thought that was putting sexual ideas in my head, she burned all my comics, and I was grounded from all media (tv/radio/internet/etc) for two months.

Now I can’t read the name “Dick” without flinching, or seeing it as something sexual, because it was pumped up to be that way by my family. I know others that make constant “lolol Dick” jokes, but they were raised in a similar way. I also react at the word ‘gay’ in any context that isn’t homosexuality, since my family freaked out at any old literature that used it as an expression of joy or glee.

Crazy overprotective parents, man…

Oh, wow.

Didn’t mean to make light of what is clearly a sensitive and personal situation to you.

This explains a lot, but I say that while acknowledging that DC’s move still solves nothing. I now know this is the circumstance for some kids, but I can’t believe the company’s pandering to that, especially since they’re not doing it in other Bat books. Just this one? Really? As if the “little girls” they’re hoping to shield from offense aren’t reading other books? And especially other Bat books? That they only read this one?

Sexist assumption, anyone? Come on, DC :/

This is an unfortunate problem all around, and your story made me cringe (they burned your comics? I’m so sorry… I would sob, if that were me. And then storm out and never come back…. but that’s just the person I am).

I just…. I mean, even in regard to your anecdote/argument… I can’t believe they’d further the agenda of these kind of parents. I sympathize, but….. how is that progressive at all?

:/

Can we continue to play games?

I’m just bored and unwilling to commit to serious academic scholarship (the grad school MO, also a scholarship disease), and I would love to continue with answering ANY question.

I’ve also been drinking and laughing tonight, if that’s an incentive. Is it? Ha.

(Anons enouraged, not just asked, as always <3)

hammerheadyak:

This man’s FACE. Dear God. I watched the entirety of Heroes for this dude. I’m trying to watch Covert Affairs for this dude.

Look at his face. I seriously think it’s the hottest face of all the faces and it’s a TRAVESTY that his face is not in all the things.

OMG that’s Mohinder?

ahfkhakfhaskfhdaskfjhakfh

hammerheadyak:

elliottmarshal:

[Image: A darkly toned image of Marvel Comics character Jubilee and M, both wearing their Generation X era costume. M poses confidently beside the phrase “Little Miss Perfect”. Further in the background we see Jubilee, glowering at M and saying “I hate you so much…”]

By Comfort Love

Well if it isn’t two of my favorite ladies. Instant reblog.

MONET <3 <3 <3

I mean, I LOVE Jubs, but-but…… MONET <3

superdickery:

Considering she only seems to have killed the legion of super-pets, I’d say that the good is outweighing the bad here.

What even

What even is this thing?

*dead*

rebellatrix:

A thing I meant to post a long time ago! But obviously didn’t!

BAT SYMBOL BRASS KNUCKLES.

I don’t know HOW they exist (I think they’re illegal to have on your person in public, no joke!), but they do, and I own them. Hell yeah.

Believe it or not, this was a gift from my boyfriend, who obviously knows how to please his very dorky and violent?  lady. He doesn’t read comics at all but knows that two things I like are dangerous weapons that I can store in my room and comic-y things!

Does it look badly upon me that I also own a full-scale replica Master Sword that I have mounted by my desk? Again, it was a gift (from my Mom *gasp gasp* I know! She’s that cool!), so it’s clear what my closest relations think I’m all about: comics, video games, and… potentially violent weapons inspired by the former listed interests. Hmmm. I guess I’ll… take it?

Are you all now understanding why I like Rose Wilson so damn much?

Back to the knuckles, man.

Maybe it’s basically an engagement ring I can wear on four of my fingers… and then, you know, with which I can punch out some haters, comic book thieves, or at least intimidate my cat when she wants to prance across my desk and knock all my shit in the floor? Except she’d still not give a fuck.

Reblogging this shit because it’s a fucking awesome thing that exists, ok? And I feel like it should be properly shared now that people actually look at this ridiculous excuse for a blog.

[Ignore my face. I tried to hide it in order to save your sanity.]

A thing I meant to post a long time ago! But obviously didn’t!

BAT SYMBOL BRASS KNUCKLES.

I don’t know HOW they exist (I think they’re illegal to have on your person in public, no joke!), but they do, and I own them. Hell yeah.

Believe it or not, this was a gift from my boyfriend, who obviously knows how to please his very dorky and violent?  lady. He doesn’t read comics at all but knows that two things I like are dangerous weapons that I can store in my room and comic-y things!

Does it look badly upon me that I also own a full-scale replica Master Sword that I have mounted by my desk? Again, it was a gift (from my Mom *gasp gasp* I know! She’s that cool!), so it’s clear what my closest relations think I’m all about: comics, video games, and… potentially violent weapons inspired by the former listed interests. Hmmm. I guess I’ll… take it?

Are you all now understanding why I like Rose Wilson so damn much?

Back to the knuckles, man.

Maybe it’s basically an engagement ring I can wear on four of my fingers… and then, you know, with which I can punch out some haters, comic book thieves, or at least intimidate my cat when she wants to prance across my desk and knock all my shit in the floor? Except she’d still not give a fuck.