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An informational comic I drew last year for my Comics 2 class, reposting it to my new account (had to jump ship from the old one unfortunately) with some minor grammar changes and learned my lesson in adding watermarks! Happy early pride :)

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star wars characters as john mulaney quotes

ok i haven’t seen this been done before but i feel like it probably has but this is my hot take on ✨star wars characters as john mulaney quotes✨

(this pictures aren’t mine – full credit to the og creators!!)

han solo

leia organa 

luke skywalker

anakin skywalker

chewie

obi-wan kenobi 

ahsoka tano

kylo ren

finn

poe dameron

hux

Silly doodling type of day

Look, I'll be honest. I didn't read the comics. I've been very much team "I don't care whether we see Jake Lockley or not" b/c frankly the narrative focus on Marc & Steven already has me so completely engrossed in the series. But considering my dash has been filled with 'where's Jake?!' posts for the past several weeks...

I'm kind of surprised that we're not talking about how this is clearly not Marc...???

For starters, he's injured. And if I'm not mistaken, this is the only scene in the episode wherein any version of the character has the bloody nose (which is a weird continuity detail considering Steven looks the same the rest of the episode as he does when he pops up in the psych ward, and so does Marc when he shows up later with an uninjured face). And from what they’ve hinted at regarding the undisclosed alter, Jake is prone to violence and would therefore be the most likely to fight back with extreme force (hence the banged up face). Anyway, right off the bat, the scene is framed by an implied element of disorientation. So we as viewers kind of naturally assume that ‘Marc’ maybe had some kind of altercation and is still struggling to identify the layers of what's real and what's imagined (in no small part because WE are struggling with that very same thing).

But the way 'Marc' observes his surroundings doesn't feel like he has any recollection of this office or Dr. Harrow, which is weird given his realization at the end of the last episode. Once again, this could easily be attributed to general confusion due to sedation or injury. However, Dr. Harrow is also conveniently reiterating where ‘Marc’ is and what is supposedly going on. He is the one who calls Marc by name, and could easily be an unreliable narrator bc he is simply not aware of Jake’s existence. The viewer is meant to believe that Arthur is trying to guide and ground him, and yet this would also be a clever way to unwittingly catch Jake up to speed.

Then there's the most obvious piece of evidence against this being Marc: his voice. This person has a distinctly different accent than both Steven and Marc. Of course, the writers very cleverly mask this for the most part by having him speak very little throughout the scene. And when 'Marc' does speak, it's mostly short, breathy, distressed one-word mutterings. That is, until he eventually rises from his chair and makes a stand. At that point, the accent is extremely PRONOUNCED (I encourage you to go back and watch it). But the scene very conveniently ends with sedation, once again calling all we've seen and heard into question.

Look how unique his facial expressions are though! Everything from this man's eyes to the way he holds his jaw feels different than the Marc we've come to know up to this point in the show. And considering how BLOODY BRILLIANT Oscar Isaac has been able to distinguish between Marc and Steven, I am inclined to believe that this is no accident.

I could be wrong, but I think we just met Jake…

You can’t win as a woman in fiction. Be too positive, you become a Mary Sue, have flaws and those flaws are why almost nobody likes you. Be moderate, you have wet-cabbage personality, be exuberant, you are an unrealistic example. Have strong morals, and you’re badly developed, be morally corrupt and you’re hated with such vigour fans will send hate mail to the actress who plays the character. Be kind and soft and in love, you’re a representation of sexism, be cruel, harsh and cold and you’re just a bitch. Be a complex, realistic, ambiguous character, and either your flaws or your positive traits will be ignored or blown out of proportion and into oblivion. There is no winning for female characters.

“Oh look!” Karen said brightly, trying to pretend she didn’t feel a certain blind hand drifting south. “It’s a show about The Daredevil!” Matt didn’t miss a beat. “How boring,” he muttered, lips brushing the shell of her ear, while his fingers curved under the elastic of the shorts. “I’m much more entertained by your shorts, mmmh.” Karen snorted, squirming against his chest, though she didn’t exactly stop him. “Ah, you just want them back, considering they’re yours?” Frank, who’d been steadily leaning into her personal space like a heat-seeking missile, lost it. “Dude,” he barked, laughing, “you know they’re pink, right?!” Matt paused. Fingers still nestled where they really shouldn’t be during prime time television. “...I was not aware.” Karen burst into laughter, practically writhing between them now as Frank took the opportunity to press a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck—one big arm snaking over her thighs, nudging them apart carefully. Matt’s hand didn’t stop, either. “Y’know what?” Frank growled low, mouth hot against Karen’s skin. “Fuck that guy.” “Which one?” Karen gasped, half-mad with laughter, half-mad with—well. Other things. “The Daredevil,” Frank grunted. Matt smirked against her shoulder. “Harsh.” “He’s a prick,” Frank added. “Acts like he’s blind but gets all the girls.” “I am blind.” “Oh my God shut up you two,” Karen snapped, voice cracking with heat and giggles as she was practically manhandled into a new position—her legs over Frank’s lap now, her chest still against Matt, both men touching her like they were in a race but forgot it wasn’t a competition. The TV was still droning on in the background. Something about justice and tight leather suits. Karen groaned and threw the remote across the room. “Justice can wait.”

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Totally self-indulgent fanart that I needed to get OUT. Hope you like this one :D

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WIRED interview gifs by @gallnerkyle , Frankenstein gifted by @nowritingonthewall, Sam Eagle via GIPHY. Pedro pic by @chefsurendermohan on IG. Thank you to @whocaresstillthelouvre for inspiring this in the first place with the Chicken Little pic 😭😂