Rose Thorne(She/Her)

Killer Klowns From Outer Space needs no defending. It’s just a terrible great time.

When we finally finish building the FOSS space program and begin our trek across the final frontier untouched by capitalism, you’ll be left behind.

You’re allowed to help build it, but we will not allow you to stay on as a maintainer, sorry.

What a curious game. The only winning move is not to play.

It can also depend on the meow.

I know the difference between chatty/playful meows and “I’m scared” meows for my lot. I’ll sleep through the first, but the second rips me out of my sleep. I can’t sleep for shit through thunderstorms anymore because one gets absolutely terrified and fearcries.

Is this the step before or after being the age to want things to change, but old enough to be jaded?

When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.

Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.

Set-up right next to the lawn dart course.

There is something absolutely relaxing about using a power washer. It feels weird, because the things are pretty loud and you definitely feel the wand in your hands, but it’s like you can just push everything into that jet of water and watch it run down.

I assume that goes away after awhile, especially if it’s your job, but if it’s something you only break out on occasion, absolutely therapeutic in a weird way.

That’s the great/terrible thing about parts of the U.S this time of year! You can do both in the same day! You can watch as the alerts for burn risk due to low humidity and high temperatures pops up alongside the freeze warning for the night.

It’s just the best! I fucking hate it! You stay in layers until the sudden onset of heatstroke. You get to feel like the Mad Hatter is in control of the thermostat, always ready to change layers.

The audience is now deaf.

Until you learn how low Death can go.

Don’t try, your spine can’t handle it.

In a row‽

No nipple to tweak? No deal!

More like 12 hours away.

Never had a better cheesesteak than that little hole-in-the-wall shop in a small town in West Virginia. Grumpy ass old man who ran the place, but he ran it right.

European?

I thought he was Egyptian.

Blunt instrument.

Proserpina may want to have words with you.

That image sums up the entirety of the series. You’ll say it every other page.

Hemogoblin gives people HIV.

This is also the comic series that gave us Snowflame, who consumes extreme amounts of cocaine, which gives him his powers.

New Guardians was not a good series, but it’s funny as fuck in all the worst ways while also trying to deal with serious topics like “I’m gay, and have AIDs”.

Heroes aren’t always good people. Their reasons are lost to time to the average person, but the message is remembered. The actions supersede the reason.

Guy Fawkes is not remembered as a person, he’s remembered as a figure.

Not calling this a good thing.