Lets Waste Time, Together

someone urinated into the ballpit while it was empty and posted it in the tag

this is not a joke

Locations featured in my dieselpunk narrative artbook TANKHEAD.

These were all done in collaboration with the awesome Ryan Barry (@9monkeys on IG). He did the lines and I colored.

But when you think about it, that doesn't really happen. No one makes musicals or slasher movies about real people that really died. That would be insane. They make solemn Oscarbait like Lone Survivor or 13 Hours.

So what I want to see is the in-universe movie made in one of these summer blockbuster universes that treats everything with the gravitas of, oh, you know, Tom Hanks.

And it's about the soldiers who blasted Starscream with rockets.

Throwback to Oscar’s night when we weren’t sure if Minus One would Minus Won!

You're talking with a cishet man, and the conversation has turned a little bit serious, you're talking about your feelings or maybe your family, and in a moment of really letting your guard down, you tell him something personal. In my experience, this often happens when I come out as gay, which often takes me a few weeks or months after meeting a new person, but I've seen it happen when someone opens up about drug addiction, or their wife cheating on them, or basically anything where you might want the other person to keep it a secret.

In response to this revelation, the strait man immediately gives you verifiable kompromat on himself, as a way of reassuring you that hey, you gave him a big secret he could socially wreck you with, now he will give you one of his, so you're both safe. You were out on a limb, telling him you have a husband, so now he's telling you about the time he committed treason. Now we're even, I can't betray you by gossiping, because you could get me locked up for 20-to-life. Mutually assured destruction.