A comic I did for a roadrunner-themed anthology collected by my local indie comics group, 7000BC.
[Gladly accepting constructive critique on my use of Latin American Spanish because despite growing up around a fair amount of spanglish, I'm only fluent in english, & my grasp of spanish grammar & conjugations is all bad.]
Seeing a lot of posts like "umm why does everyone love bees and hate wasps, bees are bastards and they sting you why are they the only insect anyone actually cares about, why does everyone hate wasps when they're the same as bees"
Well you see, everyone ALSO used to hate bees. Like. You guys are just too young to remember when everyone who wasn't an apiarist or a gardener or an ecologist was militantly aggressive towards bees Because They Sting You. People would burn their hives and kill them all when they were found, not call a bee guy to relocate them, they'd stomp bees in the clover if they saw them. They actively hunted down and destroyed hives.
The reason "everyone loves bees" isnt an arbitrary whimsical choice because they're cuter than wasps. It's because bee lovers made a HUGE effort to encourage people to see bees as valuable pollinators and friendly little guys that just want to defend their hive. They taught people to see bees as cute and fluffy! There were awareness campaigns about the value of bees, there were advertisements, there were little documentaries and articles teaching people how to readjust their views on bees so that the hatred of them didn't cause complete ecological and agricultural collapse.
Bee lovers used to be in the exact same position that everyone who loves other insects is - you say that you like this creature and everyone in a 10km radius comes crawling over to tell you all the ways they personally would kill them.
The fact that it's so common now for people to think bees are cute fun little guys doing an important job is a fucking monumental victory and it was hard won, and it's as recent as in the last 20 years. When I was a kid in the 90s, everyone hated bees except ecologists and bug guys.
If you want this for wasps too (which i also want) you gotta put the work in to change people's perceptions.
You guys are flooding my comments with questions and concerns about the mechanics of the dress lmao So let me make it clear right away: they are prosthetics. Just prosthetics. Chappell was not in danger, rest assured!
Truely missed oppurtunity, not having them kiss in these outfits. Would have saved the world without anyone ever having to enter the Upside Down... smh
in which.. robins jokes aren’t far from the truth. or steve has a size kink. or praise kink. or both.
warnings: pinv, unprotected sex, (basically) end of the world sex, size kink, praise kink, creampie mention, semi public sex, big dick!steve(canon), rough!steve if you squint,
robin thought she was joking when she spoke.
steve couldn’t believe the things robin thought she was joking about.
you knew she wasn’t joking.
you had gathered from murray’s reaction to your response that he had thought you were just adding onto the joke. by the looks of everybody else in the room, they did too.
it was a relief, to say the least, that nobody thought anything of the crude humor that was floating throughout the conversation.
it was an even bigger relief when you and steve were put on watch duty within the radio station.
nancy’s words kept replaying in your head. “stay here and keep a lookout for anyone who might be in on our plan.”
two simple tasks for two fully capable adults to be able to carry out, yet only the ‘stay here’ part was being completed.
steve had pulled you into the stations booth as soon as everybody else had left to their own respective tasks. once everybody was gone saving the world, steve had his right in the palm of his hand.
he had you bent over the counter within just a few seconds, both your jeans and his pooled at your ankles just mere moments later.
his thrusts had been slow at first. slow and deep the way they usually were when he fucked you. realistically, he knew that you’d be able to take him no matter how he was moving. he just preferred to do it slow. so you could consistently tell him how big he was he could constantly make sure you were doing okay.
today was not one of those days.
today he was going rough and deep, all while still making sure you felt how big he was. to feel how small you were compared to him. he grunts quietly against your neck as he continues his movements deep inside you, holding tightly onto your hand as he does.
you can’t help but let your forehead fall against the window of the studio booth, legs occasionally buckling beneath you as steve had his way. your whines and moans echoed in the small chamber, bringing a smirk to your boyfriends face.
“that feel good?” he mumbles, gripping onto your chin when all you could do was nod. “i asked you something, princess.” he adds, biting down onto your earlobe.
“so good! so good steve feels… feels so fuckin good. love the way your cock fills me. so big a-and all for me. want you to fill me up with your cum” you whine, biting down onto your bottom lip as he moves faster with your words. he can’t help but smirk at your reply, debating on whether or not he should comply with your request.
steve knows you can’t see the way he shrugs when considering his options, but he does it anyway.
you think he’s going to give in when his motions falter just slightly, but instead you’re met with a compromise
“alright, hon, i’ll fill you up nice and good, mkay? you just gotta keep tellin me how big and good i am”
god, if you made it out of the whole mess alive, you were going to kill robin for joking about it to begin with.
a/n: the backwards hat changed the trajectory of my life.
