#quireposting

Doing a little lite Riot-era panel redraw, sort of. Would this face lie to you, Professor? This is the face of an entirely sincere youngster.

Alternate version feat. those nice young fellows Comrade Radian and Brother Redneck:

assuming that post-dejarification Quentin dyes his own hair, how the fuck long does it take to re-do your own hair dye? How often do you have to do it if you're trying for more or less consistent results through continuous upkeep? (for anyone canon-blind/somehow managing to dodge all my worst posts like bullets in The Matrix, he's going from short medium-brown hair to even shorter neon pink hair.) I feel like everyone I knew who dyed their hair fashion colors when we were actual teenagers was playing pretty fast and loose with the upkeep, because teenagers are broke and also very busy, but Quentin's dyejob looks pretty immaculate (due to being, a cartoon drawing) so I'm trying to reverse engineer this shit, for my erotic fanfiction, thank you

beefing with Tony Stark is inherently funny... also Quire being assigned "guy who thinks bolo ties are cool" by artist

Generation X (2017) Nathaniel/Quentin incredibly petty bickering that will eventually turn into incredibly pathetic mutual masturbation:

“You know, if you didn’t want to look like such a jealous freak, there’s all sorts of stuff you can try. Ever hear of playing it cool, Nathaniel?” “Why would I take personal advice from somebody like you? Your only qualifications are getting turned down by Idie Okonkwo like a hundred times in a row — who is way too young for you, by the way, isn’t she like, fifteen? You look like a complete creep.” “At least I shoot my shot. You’re so horned up over Benjamin Deeds even non-telepaths are sick of getting it blasted into their heads on a daily basis, but you won’t even ask him out, even though he is, no offense, totally gay.” “Right,” Nathaniel says, “because you’re basically his best friend? Like if you pay for tequila shots and Lyft rides, that makes you entitled to trash his entire life? You’re a boring white guy from the suburbs who thinks he can buy friends. Grow up and leave him alone.” “That’s totally gallant of you. I should do you a favor — hey, how do you think he’ll react knowing what you think about when you jerk off?” “As if you’re not a complete perv! Eavesdropping on other people’s private sexual fantasies is next-level incel loser behavior, even for you.” “Ha! That was a bluff, for the record, I fucking knew it— you dirty dog, Carver, beneath that buttoned-up exterior beats the heart of a true sex fiend.”