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JBB: An Artblog!
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Hmmm, I do wonder if the cover art for Nicholas Fisk's 1971 novel, "Trillions" about a human kid who makes a deep psychic connection with the strange and minute alien crystals which have fallen from the sky across Earth, might have impacted how Alan Davis defined the look of Douglock in 1986
Nightwing 🧚✨
Drew this a while ago for my friends birthday
So, Icon_UK, how did you get started on the whole "dudes in distress" thing in 1970's/80's Scotland, when such things were hardly mainstream, nor was there a digital infrastructure to access them easily?
Oh, we had our ways...
[The tattooist named Blackbeard] suddenly leaped up and lunged around the table. He seized Joe by the collar.
"Not so fast," he growled menacingly. "You said you wanted to be tattooed, and you're going to be tattooed!"
Joe began to struggle. But Blackbeard was strong and powerful.
"I'll tattoo you if it's the last thing I do! I'11 do it for nothing!" He raised his voice, shouting, "Lopez! Come here!"
A door opened. The servant rushed in and flung himself at Joe. Against the two men the boy was helpless.
"Quick!" panted Blackboard.
Joe tried to shout, but the pirate's heavy hand was across his mouth, stifling any outcry.
He fought with all his strength, but Lopez produced a length of rope and whipped it around the boy's ankles. In a few minutes he was bound, gagged, and thrust onto a table.
"Get the needle, Lopez!" ordered Blackeard.
The servant scuttled into another room. The pirate, his heavy arms folded, looked at Joe with a satisfied air. Then he reached down and ripped open the boy's shirt.
"Give me the needle, Lopez!" he shouted.
Joe was utterly helpless, yet he struggled grimly against the ropes that bound him.
In the pale light of the full moon he could see a figure standing high above the ground in the uppermost car. It was Joe! He was blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back. He was trying to feel his way out of the car.
"Joe! Sit down!" Frank screamed. "You're on top of the Ferris wheel. Don't try to get out or you'll be killed!"
Suddenly the light was blotted out. Frank heard a crash as the flashlight was knocked to the floor. Joe uttered a shout of alarm.
Frank plunged forward.
An arm shot out of the darkness and encircled his throat as he stepped across the threshold. Someone lunged toward him. He struggled desperately.
Attacked in the darkness, both Frank and Joe battled against their unseen assailants. Frank twisted around, managed to get his arms free for a moment, and swung out with both fists. He heard a grunt of pain. Then the opponent closed with him again, and rushed him back against the wall. His feet were kicked out from under him and he went' down with a crash.
The room was in a confusion of thudding and banging as the boys battled to escape. Frank quickly found that he was no match for. the man who had attacked him. His arms were roughly seized and twisted behind his back. A length of rope flickered about his wrists.
In spite of all his struggles he was overpowered. His wrists were tightly bound. A rope was wound about his ankles as he kicked wildly in an effort to free himself. He was hauled roughly to his feet and a gag was thrust into his mouth.
"Hold still!" gritted a voice in his ear. "Give in, or it will be the worse for you."
A moment later he was dragged helplessly into another room and flung into a chair. By the sounds he judged that Joe had also been, overpowered and was being similarly treated.
Outside the storm had broken. There was a continuous roar of thunder. Rain streamed down onto the roof and slapped against the windows.
Bound and helpless, Frank could not help but wonder if they had fallen into the hands of Mr. Dalrymple's enemies.
Frank tried to free himself from the gag but it was firmly bound. What had happened to Joe?
Abruptly lights were turned on in the room.
Frank saw Joe, bound and gagged, in a chair nearby.
Frank was the first to revive. His feet were numb with cold, and he was biting on a thick wad of cloth. When he tried to move, his muscles ached painfully.
As his mind cleared, Frank realized he was bound and gagged. Then he remembered the grizzled old boatman and the sudden assault. His attackers had roped him to one of the wharf pilings!
A few feet away Joe was gagged and tied to another dock timber. He moaned as consciousness returned.
Suddenly Frank realized their feet were dangling in the icy water. Already the waves were lapping above their ankles. The tide was rising, and the slimy dock pilings showed the high-water mark was more than a foot above their heads!
Frantically the two boys scanned the harbour.
- - - - - -
Chet walked out on the dock to scan the harbour. Perhaps, he thought hopefully, his companions had hired a boat and gone out for a spin. But there was no craft in sight on the darkening waters.
As Chet stood wondering what to do next, he heard a muffled noise. Bump! … Bump!
The sound seemed to come from under the dock. Getting down on his hands and knees, Chet peered over the side of the dock, but he could make out nothing in the heavy gloom.
"Frank! . . . Joe!" he called again.
In response came a series of frantic whimpering noises.
And the interior
So how did I find all this out?
Let's hear it for the library system! (in this case the kids section, which is where I was expected to spend my time, though I did tend to sneak off to the sci-fi/fantasy section two aisles down first chance I got)
Have you ever watched Captain Scarlet?
What an interesting question, though I'm almost offended you felt you had to ask. ;)
I was a British kid in the 70 and 80's, so of COURSE I watched Captain Scarlet and was a big fan, even without the end title cards!
But, like the ever convenient Robin in the comics (and on the Batman 66 series), these were most visuals.
And the visual are awesome, do not get me wrong, but with the Hardy Boys, you had the covers yes, but you also had the in depth, detail textual descriptions of the events occurring and for a compulsive reader like myself it was a slightly different experience.
So, Icon_UK, how did you get started on the whole "dudes in distress" thing in 1970's/80's Scotland, when such things were hardly mainstream, nor was there a digital infrastructure to access them easily?
Oh, we had our ways...
[The tattooist named Blackbeard] suddenly leaped up and lunged around the table. He seized Joe by the collar.
"Not so fast," he growled menacingly. "You said you wanted to be tattooed, and you're going to be tattooed!"
Joe began to struggle. But Blackbeard was strong and powerful.
"I'll tattoo you if it's the last thing I do! I'11 do it for nothing!" He raised his voice, shouting, "Lopez! Come here!"
A door opened. The servant rushed in and flung himself at Joe. Against the two men the boy was helpless.
"Quick!" panted Blackboard.
Joe tried to shout, but the pirate's heavy hand was across his mouth, stifling any outcry.
He fought with all his strength, but Lopez produced a length of rope and whipped it around the boy's ankles. In a few minutes he was bound, gagged, and thrust onto a table.
"Get the needle, Lopez!" ordered Blackeard.
The servant scuttled into another room. The pirate, his heavy arms folded, looked at Joe with a satisfied air. Then he reached down and ripped open the boy's shirt.
"Give me the needle, Lopez!" he shouted.
Joe was utterly helpless, yet he struggled grimly against the ropes that bound him.
In the pale light of the full moon he could see a figure standing high above the ground in the uppermost car. It was Joe! He was blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back. He was trying to feel his way out of the car.
"Joe! Sit down!" Frank screamed. "You're on top of the Ferris wheel. Don't try to get out or you'll be killed!"
Suddenly the light was blotted out. Frank heard a crash as the flashlight was knocked to the floor. Joe uttered a shout of alarm.
Frank plunged forward.
An arm shot out of the darkness and encircled his throat as he stepped across the threshold. Someone lunged toward him. He struggled desperately.
Attacked in the darkness, both Frank and Joe battled against their unseen assailants. Frank twisted around, managed to get his arms free for a moment, and swung out with both fists. He heard a grunt of pain. Then the opponent closed with him again, and rushed him back against the wall. His feet were kicked out from under him and he went' down with a crash.
The room was in a confusion of thudding and banging as the boys battled to escape. Frank quickly found that he was no match for. the man who had attacked him. His arms were roughly seized and twisted behind his back. A length of rope flickered about his wrists.
In spite of all his struggles he was overpowered. His wrists were tightly bound. A rope was wound about his ankles as he kicked wildly in an effort to free himself. He was hauled roughly to his feet and a gag was thrust into his mouth.
"Hold still!" gritted a voice in his ear. "Give in, or it will be the worse for you."
A moment later he was dragged helplessly into another room and flung into a chair. By the sounds he judged that Joe had also been, overpowered and was being similarly treated.
Outside the storm had broken. There was a continuous roar of thunder. Rain streamed down onto the roof and slapped against the windows.
Bound and helpless, Frank could not help but wonder if they had fallen into the hands of Mr. Dalrymple's enemies.
Frank tried to free himself from the gag but it was firmly bound. What had happened to Joe?
Abruptly lights were turned on in the room.
Frank saw Joe, bound and gagged, in a chair nearby.
Frank was the first to revive. His feet were numb with cold, and he was biting on a thick wad of cloth. When he tried to move, his muscles ached painfully.
As his mind cleared, Frank realized he was bound and gagged. Then he remembered the grizzled old boatman and the sudden assault. His attackers had roped him to one of the wharf pilings!
A few feet away Joe was gagged and tied to another dock timber. He moaned as consciousness returned.
Suddenly Frank realized their feet were dangling in the icy water. Already the waves were lapping above their ankles. The tide was rising, and the slimy dock pilings showed the high-water mark was more than a foot above their heads!
Frantically the two boys scanned the harbour.
- - - - - -
Chet walked out on the dock to scan the harbour. Perhaps, he thought hopefully, his companions had hired a boat and gone out for a spin. But there was no craft in sight on the darkening waters.
As Chet stood wondering what to do next, he heard a muffled noise. Bump! … Bump!
The sound seemed to come from under the dock. Getting down on his hands and knees, Chet peered over the side of the dock, but he could make out nothing in the heavy gloom.
"Frank! . . . Joe!" he called again.
In response came a series of frantic whimpering noises.
And the interior
So how did I find all this out?
Let's hear it for the library system! (in this case the kids section, which is where I was expected to spend my time, though I did tend to sneak off to the sci-fi/fantasy section two aisles down first chance I got)
new phone means an excuse to make a new wallpaper
Galaxy's Edge: Echoes of the Empire #1 (2026) main cover by Phil Noto
He looks so... sad... Has he discovered that they closed "Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser" before he could visit it?
Or that he missed the Duro Droids gig at Oga's Cantina?
Gotta tell you guys something wild in the Chinese fan sphere
So some fanartist drew a “sexy” (read: booby) version of a (cartoon) character who is traditionally very non-sexualised. Fans of the character got mad about it because it’s kind of groundbreaking how that character is written and portrayed and this art totally ignores the entire point of the character. They demanded the art be deleted. In response to that other people said, well what the fanartist did may be distateful but they have every right to draw what they’re into. The two sides fight for days and each starts a harassment campaign and even report their “opponents’” accounts.
So far so typical. But things eventually come to a head and they decide that this will be settled by votes - not through a poll. Through donations to a children’s education charity via each side’s portal. Whoever can get the highest amount of donation wins.
And that is how this charity received over 1 million in donations in three days lol. Oh btw the “freedom of expression” side won by a landslide (960k to 40k)
If only all fan wars could be settled this way. The world would be a better place.
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
It's a game i always associate with America (It was apparently very big there in the Great Depression when things like soccer balls were a luxury) though I understand versions of it were common in many parts of the world, including some parts of Britain (though not the bit I came from, I think)
The first time I heard it was "The Twilight Zone" movie in 1983, where it's the central focus of the charming segment of the same name (and based on an original episode of the TV series), where Scatman Crothers uses an... unusual version of the the game to remind old folks what it means to be young again with the core belief that:
"You don't stop playing because you get old, you get old because you stop playing"
master luke !
NICHOLAS HOULT Training for 'Man of Tomorrow'
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Daddy <3
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
^^via The Official Website of the City of New York, March 24, 2026. More from the article below.
What you should know
Mamdani administration has secured more than $8.5M in restitution since taking office
[Note: To be clear, that's just between January 2026 and March 2026.]
...over YouTube Live while eating a Crunchwrap Supreme, Mayor Zohran Kwame Mamdani announced the filing of an enforcement petition against QSR Management LLC, a Dunkin’ franchisee that operates locations in Staten Island, seeking monetary relief for workers and civil penalties. The petition alleges that QSR Management LLC and managing corporate officer Ronny Nader violated the rights of approximately 1,000 workers under the Fair Workweek Law and Protected Time Off Law. The Mamdani Administration also announced settlements with two companies that will provide more than 830 workers with more than $1.8 million to resolve violations of the Fair Workweek Law. In addition to restitution, Dunkin’ & Taco Bell franchisee Salz Management LLC and premium fashion retailer Theory will pay more than $176,000 in civil penalties and costs... “Today’s settlements are about more than financial compensation for working New Yorkers —though that relief matters. At their core, these actions are about restoring dignity on the job. Every worker deserves a predictable schedule — something stable enough to plan a life around, to care for family, to show up for the people who depend on them,” said Mayor Mamdani. “This city will not tolerate any corporation or franchisee that violates our Fair Workweek laws, or any of the labor protections that workers fought for and won. We will keep enforcing those laws, so that every New Yorker knows their rights and can count on this city to defend them.” ... The Mamdani Administration is urging all workers who believe their rights have been violated to file a complaint by visiting nyc.gov/workers or by calling 311. Since Jan. 1, 2026, the Administration has secured more than $8.5 million in restitution for New York City workers, including more than $500,000 for freelancers ripped off by production company Splashlight and nearly $5 million for Uber Eats, Fantuan and HungryPanda delivery workers.
-via The Official Website of the City of New York, March 24, 2026
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Your rights in Mamdani's New York City under the cut
