Kept seeing the ads for this shirt of GruntStyle.com…. and i knew exactly who just *had* to have it.
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Kept seeing the ads for this shirt of GruntStyle.com…. and i knew exactly who just *had* to have it.
Murder Dad in his dad skull shirts.
“I’m not a tech guy.”
“Don’t you have some kind of robot virus thing taking over your body? Can that help?”
“Robot virus? Are you… Do you think I’m Cable?“
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BUCKY BARNES IS A DISNEY PRINCESS
Hells Kitchen Movie Club #3: Hell Comes to Frogtown
A light one this time, because even though these two are ~not okay~, not every day is about the struggle. Sometimes it’s just about Roddy Piper, and losing stupid bets with your friends.
Previously in Hell: 01 // 02 // 03 // Xmas // That time the Punisher’s creator gave us a thumbs-up // twitter // insta
We’ll be throwing this up on my twitter tomorrow and my insta on Tues, but thought we’d sneak it out a day early to our tumblr family. As ever, huge thanks to my collaborators, line artist @dave-acosta and colour artist @deecunniffe, they are amazing, follow them.
Hell’s Kitchen Movie Club #2: Silent Running
This was just supposed to be a dumb strip about bad action movies, obscure band t-shirts, and the peculiar rhythms of male friendship. Then as I wrote it, these two assholes starting having emotional arcs and longer, interconnected storylines about loss and PTSD, and *throws up hands* why can’t I just make stupid things?
Then the Last Vegas shootings happened. Dave and his wife did a lot of the graphic design for that concert; they had many friends in the audience. And suddenly a lot of the casual conversations in bars we’d been having about these characters and their larger presence in the American cultural landscape got very real.
Look, I’ll go to my grave swearing that artists have a duty to be irresponsible. You try for responsibility in art – giving the audience what they expect – and you end up with Soviet Realism, or WPA murals. They’re pleasant enough in their way, but they don’t really make you feel anything, do they?
The act of creation is, at heart, wildly irresponsible. So, sure. Be daring. Tweak noses. Astonish and anger your audience. But remember there is first a far more fundamental rule, the numero uno, the bedrock law of existence in civilised society:
Don’t be evil.
And don’t enable the use of your creations for evil by others.
This is true from your very first story. It’s even more true when you are the brief caretaker of a multi-million-dollar corporate character, especially one that represents disenfranchised white male working-class rage, or a yellow-haired man wrapped up in red, white and blue who represents “America”, whatever that is.
Because make no mistake: evil is abroad in this land. It visits itself daily in violence on innocent bodies based on the color of their skin or the name they call God. And nobody does anything. It visited itself on hundreds of innocent music fans in Las Vegas. And nobody’s doing much of anything to stop it happening again.
I’m not saying you have to do anything. You don’t have to be a hero.
Just don’t be evil.
And if you’re lucky enough to write heroes, don’t do it in a way which allows the hateful to use them as symbols for evil.
If you want to do something, consider giving a little money to the Las Vegas victims’ fund (Team Frank) or Stop Soldier Suicide (Team Bucky). Or, y’know, maybe both.
Yours always (or at least until the inevitable Cease & Desist),
Alex
PS love to my volunteer co-creators, @dave-acosta (line art) and @deecunniffe (colour art), please follow them.
Previously in Hell: 01 // 02 // 03 // Xmas // That time the Punisher’s creator gave us a thumbs-up // twitter // insta
Hells Kitchen Movie Club #1: Origin Story
Here’s a reissue of HKMC #1 with @deecunniffe‘s gorgeous colours! Line art by @dave-acosta. Follow them! You can go read HKMC #2 right here. We’ll be doing about one of these a month, our schedules permitting – I’ve got about a dozen episodes written. Dave summed the strip up best: “sometimes it’s funny; sometimes it’s sad. It’s about coping, and finding a pack.”
(I mean, it’s also about my terrible taste in movies and gratuitous synthwave references, too.)
Previously in Hell: 01 // 02 // 03 // Xmas // That time the Punisher’s creator gave us a thumbs-up // twitter // insta
I really love these little strips. You should absolutely check them out.
HELL’S KITCHEN MOVIE CLUB belongs to Alex de Campi, Dave Acosta, and Dee Cunniffe.
Characters belong to Marvel. Fan Art by Meredith McClaren
Jon Bernthal in Manhattan
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A Tragedy.
Please accept this humble offering on behalf of the WinterCastle gods. It’s been far too long since I drew them, and I’ve got Preggers! Bucky on the brain.
What was Frank's and Buckys first date like like? How nervous was Frank? It's been years since he had to ask someone out.
(Okay, since I already wrote a fic based on the two of them going to a bar, confiding in each other and hanging out before “accidentally tripping” into bed with each other, I’ll answer for a date-date—-like, one that they both went on knowing it was a romantic endeavor.)
Frank was pretty damn nervous in the steps leading up to Bucky‘ s front door, but it opened before he even got a chance to knock. The warm smile greeting him from the other side calmed him instantly. Cool it, Castle, he thought to himself. Bucky’s not exactly the girl-next-door type. He’s just as broken as Frank. Maybe the best that either of them could hope for tonight was a sorry attempt at watching the game on the big screen and knocking back a few beers–no long, lingering goodnight kisses, no shy side-glances, no romantic prerequisites to sate the heat that Frank already felt tingling in his pants. Inevitably, they’d end up leaving the bar before halftime, just as they did that first night, and if Frank was lucky he’d be able to keep most of his clothes on until the van door was shut.
Of all the things he bought the beat-up, rusted junker for, *that* use hadn’t occured to him. Something about fucking the metal-armed super soldier on a blood stained rug surrounded by high-caliber rifles really appealed to him.
But there was part of him that hoped they’d take it slow. Frank caught himself glancing down at Bucky’s flesh hand as he grabbed the keys from Frank’s grasp, wondering how warm it’d feel in his own. His eyelashes battered against his cheeks before he let out a dismissive, almost apologetic sniff and turned his head. “Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s just…it’s been a while you know.”
With an intuition sharper than Frank had thought possible, Bucky let out an equally shy chuckle before unravelling the keys from his fingers, hesitating only slightly before saying “You wanna hold hands? That it?”
Frank let out a harsh laugh as he scrambled to find a shred of his dignity, but before he could offer any denial he felt a sharp tug as Bucky planted his hand in Frank’s and pulled him off the steps, in the direction of the van.
It felt warmer than Frank thought it would.
Yeah. He liked this.
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Preggers!Bucky, kickin ass!