if this battlevan is rockin' don't come knockin'

i keep scrolling down to that hysterical undercut manbun cable picture and wheezing with laughter. it’s the platonic ideal of BOBERT where his work is so terrrible it slingshots all the way around to being genuinely great

BOBERT LIEFELD is the only true egalitarian artist because he doesn’t restrict himself to only giving women tiny button noses; all his male characters get teeny tiny perfect little all-american girl noses too and that’s equality babe!!,

the girls are relaxinggggggg

always a little funny to me when filmbros are vehemently anti fanfiction but love to discuss film theories. Maybe my theory is that the 2 main guys sucked each other off. And swallowed

I mostly err on cable's arm being on the organic side of techno-organic - muscles and meat have converted to living metal wrapped around steel bone, with a few traces of red flesh and red blood surviving amongst the hostile environment of the TO virus - but on the other hand i think there's some merit to thinking about frank getting wet in his jockstrap watching cable dig around with a pair of pliers inside his own unambiguously technological, deeply inhuman arm.

as always i am taking feedback. i'm learning and developing.

There's wholesome ships and there's toxic ships, but I'd like to coin 'sodium chloride ships', where the individuals involved are both horrible and dangerous people, but somehow being together renders them surprisingly well-adjusted (if a little salty).

tfw you think you're going to beat your meat courtside watching two huge slabs of beef fuck and suck in your own personal show and instead they're locked in some kind of bullshit psychic trance and you're nearly 200 years old and you're NOT going to waste this erection. another of life's indignities for logan.