Billie has never cuddled. The idea of cuddling, at its very core, is ridiculous to her.
And so somehow, the little 20-year-old Christian boy has found himself writing a story where the alcoholic sex-haverer is the good person and the moralizing Christian is the bad person. Maybe when folks ask me why all these years later […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And so Mary’s smile disappears, her judgmental attitude surfaces, and so suddenly we have the Mary you may recognize from Dumbing of Age. Her metamorphosis is complete.
Oh yeah, here we go. Here’s where I definitely decided Mary wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, that she’s kind of a little stuck up her own ass. It’s the way it had to be. Billie’s the source of her own […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Oh, if only Joe knew. …actually it’s probably for the best if he didn’t. (IS this the Walkyverse’s first acknowledgement of nonstraight people? And if it is, how sad is it that this is it?)
That’s not Mary, that’s Joyce in a brown wig.
Joe has some very unrealistic expectations for Danny’s first time.
oh my god did billie actually say that in that last panel oh god she did nope nope nope nope nope nope *deletes website, sets fire to computer, flies to australia, throws self in volcano*
Say what you will about Danny, but he’s pretty supportive of Billie’s withdrawn consent. I mean, that is seriously some lowest-common-denominator groundrules for not being a monster, but considering how much else is going wrong here, maybe we should be […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
That Ruth is portrayed as this inspirational psuedoChristian saint here is giving me the giggles. The Ruth of my mind’s eye is a lot different from that these days.
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