pencilhands posted:

Vox Valentine posted:

"GET THE gently caress BACK HERE COYOTE BOY, YOU'RE GOIN' IN THE PROTAGONIST POLYCULE"

riderchop posted:

For Better or For Worse

amigolupus posted:

I know the punchline is supposed to be that FOOBmom totally remembers every bad thing her kids do, but it really hits differently when you can read the comic in huge batches and see how the mom only ever complains about how her children are terrible slobs and ingrates. And that's not even getting into the whole semi-autobiographical aspect of the comic.

Forum accident posted:

(12/20/2002)

Selachian posted:

Invisible Scarlet O'Neil 9/6-8/43

Selachian posted:

Darthemed posted:

Popcom

riderchop posted:

For Better or For Worse

EasyEW posted:

Crankshaft

riderchop posted:

For Better or For Worse

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THE BETTY OF BILLY'S DREAMS
"He Dreams of Things That Are Going to Be"--Nell Brinkley

BILLY is a dreamer of dreams, too. He's got all kinds of dreams tucked away under his nice pate that Betty doesn't know about, unless he tells some of the dreams to her sometimes.

If he's a very bold, gay, debonair Billy, who holds up his chain and isn't afraid of any Betty in the whole, wide world-why, then, surely he'll tell her the foolish,
funny dream.

But if he's a poor, blessed Billy who loves his Betty like anything, but sits with his knees pushed close together and his collar chokes him when he tries to tell her those dreams, and a little crawl slides, up his back and makes him get cold under the hair-that Billy doesn't tell the dreams that he dreams about his Betty.

Wonderful Dreams.

But he hikes along the street the day after he has seen his own Particular Betty, and the dreams string themselves out in long rows and sing to him and make him smile to himself.

And they are mighty fine, wonderful dreams, with Betty in 'em.

And sometimes Betty's fluffs are all tied up in a whopping big apron, and she's stirring things and looking at the sniffy things with little white wraiths curling up that are singing on the range.

And then she's setting all the shiny things, the glass and the silver, on the table that isn't so very big, with a little stop and a pat for the special place that will be his.

And then she's waiting for him, with her little nose smashed up against the window glass, and her hair down in her eyes.

And when she meets him at the door, that's a Special Particular Dream, all by itself-and it makes a big breath to swell up in Billy's chest, and he doesn't hear what you say to him then.

Sometimes, very far apart, he dreams of Betty and the jelly that won't get nice and shaky, but just stays so you can drink it; or hard, black little guys of biscuits, and Betty all soaked and howling in tears when he comes home.

And he dreams that he will eat those biscuits or die the death of a rag baby, because it will be very fine to have Betty cry on his vest and tell him all about it, and he is very big and broad, and he can cuddle Betty and make it all nice and fine. And then she'll smile again and tell him lots of things that are very nice to be told.

Are Going to Be.

Billy dreams of very many things that are going to be, with Betty in them, and mostly they are those wonderful dreams of when Betty is 'sclusively his own, with the world away off somewhere away from her, when he tucks her into the place that he had made for her to sing and be gay and keep house and keep his heart from getting old and tired when it's weary.

Billy doesn't dream of his Betty all fine and shining like a star at the opera. What he dreams is simpler and sweeter and tenderer than that.

And, if Billy only always knew it, most of the Bettys dream that, too, and like that best of all.

One very wise Betty, who was most pretty, too, sent for her Particular Billy to hike himself up to dinner that night-just a little one, she said-and when he came she smothered him all up in a big apron and made him peel things, and hold the vanilla, and beat the eggs.

And she tucked all her fluffs under a little apron that made Billy say some things that he couldn't remember after, 'cause he tried to.

Showed in His Eyes.

And she made the bulliest dinner that Billy ever knew could be, while he sat and watched and dreamed a darling, wonderful dream that must have showed in his eyes.

Billy had seen Betty all ways-in her trailing, crackling silken gowns that she wouldn't let him touch. He had seen her in the open with a stain on her cheeks. And most times she was all fluffs, and curls, and pretty fingers and ears, and she sang to him till his heart was sung away.

But this was the dream. And Billy didn't wait so very long to tell It to Betty. For it had been the dream that Billy had all tucked away to see in the dark, before he went to sleep at night.
That was the dream that Billy dreamed with open eyes. NELL BRINKLEY.

Julet Esqu posted:

Luann


I guess if that old lady dies in front of Luann, that will be *something*

Still doesn't distract me from how Luann the Gifted Writer is just re-writing the prompt.

Poil posted:

I've long since lost track, but is she learning how to work in daycare?

Maxwell Lord posted:

Is the entire point of this arc just how much Luann loving sucks and has no genuine interest in anything because that's a bold move

goatface posted:

I really like the art, but my brain slides off the writing like a frictionless surface.

Sweaty IT Nerd posted:

These Dustins are uber lazy.

Pancho Jueves posted:

Pluggers


Pretty sure this is universal, Gene. Also Indiana, Pennsylvania is a cursed town name.

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Cowslips Warren posted:

it's like a street near me called Lane Street. like, why?