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Slack Wyrm #1445

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Star Wars Weekly No. 24, dated 19 July 1978.

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Calvin And Hobbes

Art by...

1) Bill Watterson

2) Skottie Young

3) Francesco Francavilla

4) Rafael Albuquerque

5) Cosplay by Andrew Keenan-Bolger And Scott Bixby, Halloween 2017

6) Sean Gordon Murphy

7) Tom Fowler

8) Bill Sienkiewicz

9) Iain Laure

10) Daniel Warren Johnson

#Comics #Calvin And Hobbes #Comic Strips #Humor Comics #Bill Watterson #Skottie Young #Francesco Francavilla #Rafael Albuquerque #Bill Sienkiewicz #Daniel Warren Johnson #Iain Laure #Tom Fowler #Cosplay #Andrew Keenan-Bolger #Scott Bixby #Art

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the kid in the stripped shirt is me on my 12 birthday in 1974-holding the Pictorial History of Horror Movies book.

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If you don’t have this book- get it! An enjoyable and knowledgeable read! Great photos too!

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Is The Midwich Cuckoos In The Book?

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I would watch that show always

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In a world where everyone discovers their superpower at age 5, you discover that your child has the ability to bring small toys to life. Things seem fine until he comes across your Warhammer 40k miniature collection…

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wwwwwwWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!

She felt like she was being dragged out of some sort of Jello, and it took a second to remember that she was in her bed, in her room, in her house. This might have been affected by the pitch darkness of the room itself, lit only by the garish red numbers “5:45″ glaring at her from the corner. She groaned and sat up.

Michael had discovered his ability not three days ago, and he was already ecstatic about it. He was going through a dinosaur phase, and she had started to sleep with thick socks on to avoid getting chomped in the toe.

One of those dinosaurs, or possibly several, were roaring now from the sound of it. “At least it’s a Thursday,” she mumbled to herself. Thursday meant she could send Michael to school and sleep and still convince him to go to bed on time. She rolled over and tried to ignore the noise.

At least, until she heard the door slam.

Her mind caught up with her body somewhere in between her jacket and her second shoe, and once outside she saw something that made her throat catch. Michael, in his bright green t-rex onsie, holding a terribly familiar shoebox as a swarm of tiny creatures chanted his name.