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Some great Prints from N.E.H.S

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You must remember those famous episodes of Friends where Joey would explain his acting techniques?

Matt LeBlanc demonstrates Joey’s "Smell The Fart" acting techniques from ‘Friends.’

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Concept Art → Heavy Rain — part 2

By: Francois Baranger

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Wii Josh: morning gaming

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VALKYRIE By Bob McLeod
Real Name: Brunnhilda Occupation: Chooser of the SlainGroup Affiliation: Gods of Asgard, Valkyrior, DefendersFirst Appearance: The Avengers #83 (Dec. 1970)
TOHOTMU Vol.2, #14 (Jan. 1987)

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VALKYRIE By Bob McLeod

Real Name: Brunnhilda 
Occupation: Chooser of the Slain
Group Affiliation: Gods of Asgard, Valkyrior, Defenders
First Appearance: The Avengers #83 (Dec. 1970)

TOHOTMU Vol.2, #14 (Jan. 1987)

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What could possibly be going on in there??

"She’s got the bottle in her, her thingy. What do they call them again?" 
Meredith clucked with annoyance. “They call them, ‘hands’, Patches. Do try to keep up.” Florence’s cluck was an echo to Meredith’s. She always copied her but just a little too late. It was awkward but it wasn’t her fault she’d been bred a bit… simple. Egg-laying didn’t require a lot of brain power.
"I think she’s going to open it!" Patches pressed his nose to the glass, trembling with anticipation.
There was a sudden ‘thoom’ from inside of the house that rattled the windows and sent the curious onlookers tumbling off of the narrow deck. Colby was the first on her feet and back at the window. “Guys! Guys it worked!”
"Praise the bucket!" Meredith clucked. 
“‘ucket!” Florenced echoed after a pause.
Patches hopped back up on the windowsill and peered into the kitchen with Colby. “Where is she? I can’t see her. Are you sure it worked? I just see a cloud…” Which, if Patches hadn’t been a cat would’ve appeared an enchanting shade of lavender.
"I saw something go flapping off down the hall… wait! There she is!"
Patches stared in awe as a stately white goose waddled into the kitchen and began pecking ferociously at the ornate glass bottle that had fallen on the floor. “Bweeheehee! We got her! She’s one of us, now! There’s no WAY she’s gonna kill Stuart now! No more bacon, ever!”
But something tugged at Colby’s mind… Something the chickens had said… “Aw, bathtime! Guys! Guys! Who’s gonna feed us if we turned the mistress into a goose?”
They looked at each other in horror. “What have we done?” For once, Florence didn’t copy her; she was busy looking nervously at Colby and Patches. She may not have been bright but he knew chickens weren’t high on the food chain.
"Well," Colby sat down and scratched behind her ear. "We can go back to the fox and ask it to magic us up another master? The master was always good to us before he died."
"You’re the only one who can negotiate with the fox," Meredith said. She hadn’t been happy about that one bit because she liked being the one in charge and she didn’t exactly trust Colby to have the chickens’ best interests in mind.
Patches hopped down and started walking away, “I’m gonna go catch a mouse to eat! I don’t wanna be involved anymore with that old fox. There’s lotsa mice in the barn and us barncats’ll be okay.”
"You’ll be meowing a different tune when winter comes!" Meredith yelled after Patches. "Winter comes you’ll be wishing for table scraps and a warm place to sleep."
Patches kept his tail high in the air as he trotted off. Stupid chickens! He’d never seen no, ‘winter’ before so he wasn’t gonna let it scare him!
Colby shook her head. “Patches has a point. The barn cats have always been independent from the rest of the yard.” She was quiet for a long moment then stood up with a sigh and shook her self off. “I’m going to talk to the fox. Keep your hens close to the coops, Meredith.”
—-ummmm… so this got out of control. Ending it here! XD 

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becausebirds:

What could possibly be going on in there??

"She’s got the bottle in her, her thingy. What do they call them again?" 

Meredith clucked with annoyance. “They call them, ‘hands’, Patches. Do try to keep up.” Florence’s cluck was an echo to Meredith’s. She always copied her but just a little too late. It was awkward but it wasn’t her fault she’d been bred a bit… simple. Egg-laying didn’t require a lot of brain power.

"I think she’s going to open it!" Patches pressed his nose to the glass, trembling with anticipation.

There was a sudden ‘thoom’ from inside of the house that rattled the windows and sent the curious onlookers tumbling off of the narrow deck. Colby was the first on her feet and back at the window. “Guys! Guys it worked!”

"Praise the bucket!" Meredith clucked. 

“‘ucket!” Florenced echoed after a pause.

Patches hopped back up on the windowsill and peered into the kitchen with Colby. “Where is she? I can’t see her. Are you sure it worked? I just see a cloud…” Which, if Patches hadn’t been a cat would’ve appeared an enchanting shade of lavender.

"I saw something go flapping off down the hall… wait! There she is!"

Patches stared in awe as a stately white goose waddled into the kitchen and began pecking ferociously at the ornate glass bottle that had fallen on the floor. “Bweeheehee! We got her! She’s one of us, now! There’s no WAY she’s gonna kill Stuart now! No more bacon, ever!”

But something tugged at Colby’s mind… Something the chickens had said… “Aw, bathtime! Guys! Guys! Who’s gonna feed us if we turned the mistress into a goose?”

They looked at each other in horror. “What have we done?” For once, Florence didn’t copy her; she was busy looking nervously at Colby and Patches. She may not have been bright but he knew chickens weren’t high on the food chain.

"Well," Colby sat down and scratched behind her ear. "We can go back to the fox and ask it to magic us up another master? The master was always good to us before he died."

"You’re the only one who can negotiate with the fox," Meredith said. She hadn’t been happy about that one bit because she liked being the one in charge and she didn’t exactly trust Colby to have the chickens’ best interests in mind.

Patches hopped down and started walking away, “I’m gonna go catch a mouse to eat! I don’t wanna be involved anymore with that old fox. There’s lotsa mice in the barn and us barncats’ll be okay.”

"You’ll be meowing a different tune when winter comes!" Meredith yelled after Patches. "Winter comes you’ll be wishing for table scraps and a warm place to sleep."

Patches kept his tail high in the air as he trotted off. Stupid chickens! He’d never seen no, ‘winter’ before so he wasn’t gonna let it scare him!

Colby shook her head. “Patches has a point. The barn cats have always been independent from the rest of the yard.” She was quiet for a long moment then stood up with a sigh and shook her self off. “I’m going to talk to the fox. Keep your hens close to the coops, Meredith.”

—-ummmm… so this got out of control. Ending it here! XD 

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By the incredibly talented Elena Casagrande

TUMBLR | BLOG | DEVIANTART

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Black Suit SpideyAMAZING SPIDER-MAN #267 (Aug. 1985)Art by Bob McLeod & Bob SharenWords by Peter David

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Black Suit Spidey
AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #267 (Aug. 1985)
Art by Bob McLeod & Bob Sharen
Words by Peter David

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boot to the head!
from my Uncanny Avengers run

mcnivenart:

boot to the head!

from my Uncanny Avengers run

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"Father & Son Together again"
- Kotobukiya

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"Father & Son Together again"

- Kotobukiya

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ALL NEW X-MEN #33 
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silentgiantla:

Artist Paints Hyper-Realistic Art That Feature Old-School Snacks And Comics

Florida-based artist Doug Bloodworth is a photorealist painter whose works are influenced by American western classics. 

His oil paintings are unbelievably realistic and feature old-school snacks together with classic comics that are sure to bring back a sense of nostalgia. 

Bloodworth begins his painting on a blank canvas, without the help of grids and each artwork can take him over two months to complete. 

Was I the only one thinking get that food away from those comics?!

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Oh, I take questions and stuff, too.

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So lately, I have just been adding everything that I want to reblog to the queue and letting it ride. The result is that I have no idea what is posting or when. Sure, I could look, but that just wouldn’t be my style… my style being active laziness.

With that in mind, I did go through and look at what has been posting over the last few days and have been pleasantly surprised by how the posting schedule has worked out. Now if only I could find time to do some original posts….

Ah well, one step at a time.