On Halloween, you can pretend to be someone else.
It's like the internet, only in-person, and with candy!
Loved today's Halloween-related ask & answer from @okjohnrich and thought these two would look adorable in a DIY-esque, low-key Halloween couples costume! I had so much fun drawing them last time, I couldn't resist ☺️
The state of the Garfield Halloween Costume scene is insane and delightful, and equally so is the Garfield COUPLES Costume scene... since humanity cannot universally agree upon whether "Garfield"'s partner should be dressed as Jon, Odie, Arlene, or some secret fourth thing. I thought Odie would fit best for Tyler, with his golden retriever disposition and Sexy Snoopy remarks LOL!
(edit: alt links for if the above don't work on mobile - sexy garfield and jumpsuit garfield)
(speaking of, tw for Tyler in a cursed sexy snoopy costume below the Keep Reading 😳)
I can be who I wanna be and SEXY,
I can be who I wanna be and HOT!
honestly this was what i drew first but figured i could NOT just post this unobstructed for my usually warrior cats fan (albeit, if youtube analytics are to be believed, usually 18+) audience to view. so i drew the chibis afterwards to justify this censorship asdfghjkl
Anyways I imagine John would spend the whole evening scolding Tyler over why Sexy Snoopy is a terrible costume idea, but then, really, when he stops to think about it...
what do tyler and john do for halloween? is john even a halloween person??
(i'm insane and delusional because i have a million establish relationship #fic ideas for these two)
Things were getting serious.
He'd managed to drag John to L.A. for the weekend, and they'd divvied up their time between thrifting (John's idea) and recreational hiking (Tyler's idea). And when they weren't defiling the couch back at the villa, they were having important conversations. Ones that John, surprisingly, didn't shy away from. If Tyler was filming in Los Angeles, did they want to do a bicoastal thing this early on? John spent most of his time at Tyler's apartment at this point—should they just move in? Would that be a crazy U-Haul lesbian thing to do? (Also, if John moved in, Tyler would miss Mrs. Tuk—could he visit Mrs. Tuk if John wasn't there?) If John was going to the Garfield Festival this summer, was Tyler invited?
Should they get a cat?
It was a late summer evening in Eagle Rock when Tyler finally brought it up casually. They were approaching this divey little pinball arcade. He held open the door for John and shrugged. "Oh yeah. You a big fan of Halloween?"
John stopped midway in the doorway and turned to frown at him. Dozens of buzzers and flashes and LED screens lit him up from behind. "Hughes. It's my favorite holiday. Tied with a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving, maybe."
"Thank God," Tyler exhaled. "I'm not saying it'd be a deal breaker, but—"
"—This has been the trip of Important Conversations," said John, "I get it. Oh dear God, is that a I Love Lucy pinball machine? Those people are trying to get on it. Run. Run."
Half an hour later (after John cursed and denounced Desilu Productions, who had robbed him of twenty dollars), John was walking him through a Pinterest board entitled "Things I'd Do If I Had A Lawn" that included lights and a fog machine and an endearing number of inflatable Garfield displays. John wasn't much for dressing up, but he had a Charlie Brown shirt that he had broken out at many a holiday party. Tyler didn't have a Pinterest board, but thought they could go big on a couples costume—and maybe rambled about it for too long. Because he looked up from a Ghostbusters pinball game to find John grinning at him. There was this strand of stray brown hair that broke away from the rest of the swoop and touched his raised eyebrow.
"You really want to hard launch us dressed as Snoopy?"
Tyler flicked his tie. "Sexy snoopy. Abs out and everything."
John found this sacrilegious and spent the rest of the evening explaining why. Tyler gladly listened, rubbing the back of John's neck and tucking his thumb under the collar of his jacket as they left. He was getting used to this anyway.
tyler: so i've developed a debilitating crush on john rich because i watched 20 episodes of Cover Sessions in a row
tyler: but when i meet him??? i'll realize he's just a normal guy and get over it
john: (is an utter bitch and witty and talented and adorable)
tyler:
tyler: when i have sex with him i'll realize he's just a normal guy and get over it
John. What possessed you to call out to your all-but-in-official-title new boss -- who you know to be one who can torment with no apparent grief -- that he is not, actually, the boss nor in charge. What happened in the synapses of your brain to make this compute as a good idea?
okay sorry but now i need even more john from tyler's pov that was so funny 😭
When Tyler opened his DMs and found a message from John Rich, and John explained that he had a fun idea for a "date" (John put that word in quotations), Tyler did not ask questions. Which was why he was in Greenpoint at a chilly outdoor flea market watching John dig through a pile of second hand action figures like was panning for gold.
There were hundreds of Broolynites milling about and crunching autumn leaves, and only one person had pointed at him while he and John strolled. But Tyler was also perfectly aware of the mom and daughter in his peripheral vision. They were having that conversation that people always had when they recognized him. Is that—? No way. It is. Should we get a picture? He might be busy.
Tyler was busy. He was watching a very cute man who was armpit deep in a huge plastic bin filled with well-loved toys.
"This," said John, pulling a Furby out of the bin and discarding it in disgust, "is to make up for you ambushing me on my own show."
"Forcing me to watch you thrift?" asked Tyler. He adjusted his sunglasses. "I could think of worser punishments."
"Well, you're gonna help soon, and when you accidentally touch a pile of waterlogged Beanie Babies in one of these flea market bins, we'll be even." He stuck his arm deep into the same bin, rummaged around, and then beamed. "Behold, my obsession."
John pulled out a very lumpy Garfield plush toy, but the Garfield had fangs and a red cowl with bats on it. John's smile was goofy and wide and triumphant, like a kid who had just gotten a new dirt bike for Christmas. He looked at Tyler and his eyes said, "isn't this thing stupid? Isn't this amazing?"
Tyler cradled John's hand in his as he inspected the stuffed animal.
"Looks old," he said, "and chewed. Like a dog definitely got a piece of this before it went in the donation bin."
John's eyes flickered up to him and down to their hands, and Tyler couldn't help it—he grinned as the color rose in his cheeks. Poor thing. It must be really inconvenient to blush so easily. Tyler rubbed the back of John's hand with his thumb, and pulled at the cowl of the toy with his free hand.
"Usually," said John, his voice coming out high before he cleared his throat, "usually if you find one of these in the wild they're knock-offs. So this is rare, you know."
"Thank you teaching me," said Tyler. He smiled. "Educational date."
John looked at him like a deer in headlights, the color reaching the tops of his ears. Then John turned away.
"I'm serious about you bin diving, Hughes," said John to a mountain of My Little Ponies.
"Of course!" said Tyler, following him. "It's why I'm here."
i love that from tyler's pov, he's basically just waiting for john to understand that they're soulmates. like he's already at the end of the novel waiting for john to catch up like "hello yes, i'm here, what took you so long!"
Did John go to Samwell at the same time as any of the Check, Please cast?
i think john's freshman year was the year bitty graduated? Or maybe he started the year after.
either way, he heard that samwell was very proud of their hockey culture and was told to Watch Out For the Hockey Team. Just because Eric Bittle was the first out ncaa d1 hockey captain did not mean that the Samwell men's hockey team was like, chill.
AU where John is at Samwell and Tyler is an international student who joins the hockey team????
okay sorry but now i need even more john from tyler's pov that was so funny 😭
When Tyler opened his DMs and found a message from John Rich, and John explained that he had a fun idea for a "date" (John put that word in quotations), Tyler did not ask questions. Which was why he was in Greenpoint at a chilly outdoor flea market watching John dig through a pile of second hand action figures like was panning for gold.
There were hundreds of Broolynites milling about and crunching autumn leaves, and only one person had pointed at him while he and John strolled. But Tyler was also perfectly aware of the mom and daughter in his peripheral vision. They were having that conversation that people always had when they recognized him. Is that—? No way. It is. Should we get a picture? He might be busy.
Tyler was busy. He was watching a very cute man who was armpit deep in a huge plastic bin filled with well-loved toys.
"This," said John, pulling a Furby out of the bin and discarding it in disgust, "is to make up for you ambushing me on my own show."
"Forcing me to watch you thrift?" asked Tyler. He adjusted his sunglasses. "I could think of worser punishments."
"Well, you're gonna help soon, and when you accidentally touch a pile of waterlogged Beanie Babies in one of these flea market bins, we'll be even." He stuck his arm deep into the same bin, rummaged around, and then beamed. "Behold, my obsession."
John pulled out a very lumpy Garfield plush toy, but the Garfield had fangs and a red cowl with bats on it. John's smile was goofy and wide and triumphant, like a kid who had just gotten a new dirt bike for Christmas. He looked at Tyler and his eyes said, "isn't this thing stupid? Isn't this amazing?"
Tyler cradled John's hand in his as he inspected the stuffed animal.
"Looks old," he said, "and chewed. Like a dog definitely got a piece of this before it went in the donation bin."
John's eyes flickered up to him and down to their hands, and Tyler couldn't help it—he grinned as the color rose in his cheeks. Poor thing. It must be really inconvenient to blush so easily. Tyler rubbed the back of John's hand with his thumb, and pulled at the cowl of the toy with his free hand.
"Usually," said John, his voice coming out high before he cleared his throat, "usually if you find one of these in the wild they're knock-offs. So this is rare, you know."
"Thank you teaching me," said Tyler. He smiled. "Educational date."
John looked at him like a deer in headlights, the color reaching the tops of his ears. Then John turned away.
"I'm serious about you bin diving, Hughes," said John to a mountain of My Little Ponies.
"Of course!" said Tyler, following him. "It's why I'm here."
Bitty and John meet because they're #SamwellAlums who do a lot of stuff on Youtube, and they cannot fucking stand each other.
I mean, John just thinks Eric is this absolutely fake twink Paula Dean who MARRIED A MILLIONAIRE RIGHT OUT OF COLLEGE. Who does that? Who gets married at like 24? To some Canadian prince? Anyway, Eric Bittle's vlog is cute or whatever, but. Okay—
Is his accent even real?
It's okay if it's fake; John just wants to know.
And when they finally do meet, Bitty has pies. Like endless pies. Where do they come from? John is confused by this. No one should be able to conjure pies from thin air. And Bitty is trying so hard to get John to like him and keeps touching John's forearm while he's talking. He's like an HGTV host on steroids; it's a lot.
And Bitty meets John, and John is really a piece of work. He clearly thinks veeery highly of himself and his position as the cover artist on The New York Review, which is amazing, yes, but. He just kind of sits in the corner sketching and making snide comments and speaks entirely in punchlines. And Bitty appreciates menswear, but he dresses like an extra on Mad Men and has a briefcase? A briefcase. For what? All his important cartoons? And he seems skeptical that Bitty actually likes to get to know people? Has he truly never interacted with someone from south of the mason-dixon line
(And good Lord there's nothing wrong with having a hobby, but Bitty does not care much for cartoons or animation and didn't need the twenty minute lecture on Garfield or Heathcliff or Calvin & Hobbes. He doesn't know which one of those is which.)
lardo and shitty think John is SO annoying because lardo knew art majors like him at samwell, and Shitty KNOWS pretentious rich kids from Boston suburbs—BECAUSE SHITTY IS A PRETENTIOUS RICH KID FROM A BOSTON SUBURB. ("Oh God, this motherfucker was on the bullet??? Fucking kill me. the worst goddamn pricks at our liberal arts institution.")
Hunter meets The Boys is absolutely terrified of the samwell men's hockey team. Sports should be outlawed. They're unnecessary and messy and they inflate the male ego. Gross. She meets Ransom and Holster and is just confused by how LOUD they are. ("They kept trying to get me to chant Samwell with them. And asked where my Samwell pride was? Girl. I went to NYU.")(But Holster starts talking about Broadway—okay, there might be hope yet.)
"the devil wears dada" — in this chapter we finally meet geoffrey brenner, the story's main antagonist, and i hope you guys are ready for #conflict. How on earth does a guy like john deal with conflict...
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