totaltrekker said: What are good places to start reading Kieron Gillen?

kierongillen:

philsandifer:

Well, WicDiv, for one. Past that…

Phonogram. Gillen asserts Volume 2, the Singles Club, is the better starting place. He’s right that it’s the better book, but I think something is lost by not knowing the characters from Rue Britannia, which is hardly a bad book, so assuming you’re willing to give something more than six issues before you come to a solid conclusion on it, I’d say start with Volume 1. 

Journey into Mystery. The trade order is a little wonky here, at least in digital - it ends with The Mighty Thor/Journey into Mystery: Everything Burns, and there’s a volume called Exiled that isn’t labeled as Journey into Mystery at all. There’s also a one-shot called Siege: Loki that’s a prequel and is fairly important. The reading order is Siege: Loki, Fear Itself, Fear Itself Fallout, The Terrorism Myth, Exiled, The Manchester Gods, Everything Burns, I believe. But it’s a phenomenal little run.

Young Avengers. If you pick both this and JiM, read JiM first, for God’s sake, as this will spoil the fuck out of the ending. But is excellent, and a strange midpoint between Phonogram and JiM - ultimately a very optimistic book about teen superheroes. 

Uber is ultra-disturbing and intense and button-pushing, but if you like Garth Ennis or Alan Moore in the Watchmen/Neonomicon/Marvelman/V for Vendetta vein, it’s very, very good. 

Just adding a note that JOURNEY INTO MYSTERY has a Volume 1 Complete Collection out, and the second Volume is out shortly - I believe in September. Between the two, that’ll be the whole run.

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whileothersreap:

i put on for my city, on on for my city

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fiberhound said: Hey there, Mr. Copperbadge! A) I love your fanfic and your blog. B) While that is completely true, I am also buttering you up to ask a favor: I have seen several posts of yours where you discuss interviewing for jobs and resume/cover letter writing. Is there any chance you could post the links to those items again? I tried to search the blog myself but my vision is horrible and I had to give up. Thanks bunches; I am sure you get asked for this all the time.

copperbadge:

A JOB HUNTING MASTER POST. What a splendid idea!

Here are some handy links what I have gathered:

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elita0ne:

faithlessbeliever:

scienceoftheidiot:

I could look at these gifs for hours…

 this is so calming

Same here.

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danijelivic:

cloudy reflection

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protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness
Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.
So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.
I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 
So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are
and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.
because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.
Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.
The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.
fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.

protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness

Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.

So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.

I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 

So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are

and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.

because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.

Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.

The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.

fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.

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euclase:

Starbuck, drawn in PS

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