And has all along. With Joyce. In Billie’s room. On Leslie’s couch. Now in Robin’s apartment.
She might have spent a couple nights with Dina, but those were during a timeskip, so it’s not 100% clear.
Also, gosh, Billie looks so adorably content there. They’re not out of the woods yet, but her and Ruth have got to be pretty relieved for the moment. Let’s just see how long that moment lasts.
She looked at me
And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
Then she turned away and said,
“Once I loved, but love is dead”
And I whispered, “Sometimes Love Is Only Sleeping”
She said, “I cannot cry
And I cannot give or feel or even try”
And her voice was hard and cold
Then her sweet young face looked old
And I whispered, “Sometimes Love Is Only Sleeping”…
His situation is that his criminal past has just caught up with him in the person of Blaine O’Malley, and he is evidently disturbed to the point of sleeplessness, looking out at his new world that he could be giving up if he doesn’t figure out a course of action that keeps both Blaine and Asher’s grandfather at bay.
Wow. So in this storyline alone… Joyce skipped church, Becky skipped church to buy Dina a velociraptor, Walky punched someone and Amber did not, Sal and Marcie almost made out, Malaya came out as possibly trans, Malaya held hands with Marcie, Blaine showed up again and blackmailed a dangerous dude, Ruth started drinking again, Billie gave up her fake ID and promised to quit drinking and go to therapy, Walky became a copycat vigilante, somebody finally saw that AG and Amber are not sharing memories, and Sydney Yus works at Galasso’s again.
Dang this storyline was packed. Thank goodness for the bed strip, it makes for a neat summary.
Also in lieu of saying Malaya is possibly trans, let’s say she is questioning her gender identity. The gender spectrum is so vast and wide with possibilities.
Last I heard (from a trans person) trans means having a different gender identity than one was assigned at birth, so anyone whose identity is something other than “male” or “female” is automatically trans.
Concur. I’m non-binary but personally don’t feel a connection to the word trans, as I don’t know where I sit on the gender spectrum and it’s not always the same.
Joyce: “So, I didn’t go to church this Sunday. Does that mean I get to invite a fine, fine stack of tall, hairy-chested, richly muscled man-flesh into my bed and not feel guilty about it?”
A dinosaur fangirl sleeping over her blood money dinosaur, a politician apprentice questioning her decisions, two alcoholics, a slacker in love that is afraid of growing up, a thug running away from his problems, and a girl that is questioning the existence of god and close to getting her own Persona. The next book promises a lot!
Lots of folk have made compromises today; maybe good compromises and maybe necessary compromises but not ones that have left them feeling entirely happy and at ease.
Dina didn’t choose to compromise between bed and awesome dinosaur, and she is happy! I don’t reccomend Dina’s way of living for everyone, but it sure works for her.
Dina sleeping blissfully in her new, awesome dinosaur bed given to her by the person she loves.
Becky being kept awake by the glowing screen of her resonsibilities, and the growing doubt in how wise she was to accept the devil’s bargin.
Ruth and Billie happy back in their comfort zone of mutual self destruction. Right here, right now they can be happy and don’t think of tomorrow (but stop hogging the blanket, Billie).
Poor little mouse boy, hiding in fear of his math book seeing him. But it always sees you, Walky. It always sees you.
My offer stands to stop calling you a piece of shit if you punch Blaine, Asher. But until then – hey, piece of shit, trouble sleeping?
Joyce double checks so God doesn’t frown at her from above.
You Americans and our cheap-ass education system, always pinching pennies in the wrong places. Non-whispering textbooks are yet another victim of the college sports cult.
Billie is missing out on some prime burrito tech. The real pro strat is to have the blanket over your head, so you can pull the edge down over your eyes for a makeshift sleep mask. Then it’s just your nose and lower face exposed, leaving you room to breathe but preventing most low-level night spooks from hainting your unconscious corporeal form.
Can we get some Joe character development? I feel like you dropped his incredible self-loathing revelation on us and then just swept it aside for Joyce’s development.
…wait, why is Becky not with Dina?
Probably crashed back at her place that Robin gave her.
she has an apartment
Velociraptors only have room for one.
The Velociraptor should get a tag. It’s much more of a character than Dexter and Monkey Master on a poster.
Becky is sexually intimidated by Dina.
Also, Becky lives somewhere else now.
And has all along. With Joyce. In Billie’s room. On Leslie’s couch. Now in Robin’s apartment.
She might have spent a couple nights with Dina, but those were during a timeskip, so it’s not 100% clear.
Becky and Dina are not sexually active, sleeping or living together.
Been there, Walky. Been there.
I guess only major characters get beds
So are you a major character or an alternative sleeper.
So Ruth is a half-major character, because she has a bed, but Billie stole all her covers?
(And of course Billie is a cover-stealer.)
Asher is a boxers guy, huh.
Also, gosh, Billie looks so adorably content there. They’re not out of the woods yet, but her and Ruth have got to be pretty relieved for the moment. Let’s just see how long that moment lasts.
Could be Hanes Boxer-Briefs. The best of both worlds; very comfortable.
Dude, I’m a cis woman and I just discovered those and oh my god it was a revelation. I’m never wearing anything else.
What, not even, like, a shirt or something?
I forsee you having some trouble going out in public in the future.
Boxer briefs in general are the best.
Alas, they work a lot better if you don’t have a big pot belly.
I wouldn’t know.
Ibought a package of boxer briefs. Throwing them out. Hate them.
What do you like better?
Knit boxers. Comfortable.
Extremely pleased by the very angry Galasso ranting about boxer briefs.
I figure they’d be a touch snugger than that, if boxer-briefs, but they could be.
She looked at me
And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
Then she turned away and said,
“Once I loved, but love is dead”
And I whispered, “Sometimes Love Is Only Sleeping”
She said, “I cannot cry
And I cannot give or feel or even try”
And her voice was hard and cold
Then her sweet young face looked old
And I whispered, “Sometimes Love Is Only Sleeping”…
Dexter and Monkey Master get character tags but not the velociraptor?? This is a terrible oversight.
Fuckface Jr hasn’t been officially named yet. Give it time.
That’s a good one for the running though!
Another book in the bag. May the next one be kind to the characters. (It’s not likely but one can hope)
Ohhhh, you poor, messed up babies.
Best book thus far, Willis, and I’m not just saying that because it opened on a Sal storyline (but JESUS GOD that Sal storyline. It was so great).
Joe: FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP
I can’t read that in any voice other than that of the late Billy Mays. The reason isn’t important.
And now, neither can I. DAMN YOU, DELICIOUS TAFFY!
Hopefully Joe won’t need THE STAIN-FIGHTING POWER OF OXI-CLEAN, THE STAIN FIGHTING SPECIALIST.
(You have to use caps lock when quoting the loudest pitchman.)
Wait is Joyce wearing the step counter to bed
Reminds her not to masturbate.
Maybe she sleepwalks
Some of them track your sleep too, how much you toss and turn.
Amber should wear one to bed. Then she’d know if AG was active.
Dafuq is Asher doing? Just staring out a window in his boxers? Dats kinda weird.
In a further attempt to gain his allegiance, Blaine is performing a sexy dance in the moonlight.
With a boombox.
Neither Asher nor Blaine can get enough of Peter Gabriel’s music.
His situation is that his criminal past has just caught up with him in the person of Blaine O’Malley, and he is evidently disturbed to the point of sleeplessness, looking out at his new world that he could be giving up if he doesn’t figure out a course of action that keeps both Blaine and Asher’s grandfather at bay.
I assumed he was watching Amazigirl on patrol.
I kind of expected Asher to be built. I guess a cigarette smoker in this day and age will not be a guy who takes care of himself.
Knowing Blaine is out there and wanting to try something would make an imsoniac out of anyone.
It’s insomnia that is weird. Looking out a window while one is brooding may or may not help with one’s insomnia, but it couldn’t hurt.
see; this is why everyone needs a giant dino to sleep on.
Either that or a warm blanket-hog to cuddle with. Dana does look peaceful, though.
Yeah, I notice that of these seven characters, only two are actually sleeping.
Then again, if I had in my life the kind of stress these youngsters do, I’d not sleep well either.
Wow. So in this storyline alone… Joyce skipped church, Becky skipped church to buy Dina a velociraptor, Walky punched someone and Amber did not, Sal and Marcie almost made out, Malaya came out as possibly trans, Malaya held hands with Marcie, Blaine showed up again and blackmailed a dangerous dude, Ruth started drinking again, Billie gave up her fake ID and promised to quit drinking and go to therapy, Walky became a copycat vigilante, somebody finally saw that AG and Amber are not sharing memories, and Sydney Yus works at Galasso’s again.
What a doozy.
also Ethan banged a dude on the velociraptor within hours of its appearance
Well we don’t know if there was any banging. We don’t know if anything even happened. Heck, we don’t even know what state of clothing Drew was in.
Dang this storyline was packed. Thank goodness for the bed strip, it makes for a neat summary.
Also in lieu of saying Malaya is possibly trans, let’s say she is questioning her gender identity. The gender spectrum is so vast and wide with possibilities.
So she is possibly trans.
Last I heard (from a trans person) trans means having a different gender identity than one was assigned at birth, so anyone whose identity is something other than “male” or “female” is automatically trans.
Speaking as a nonbinary person, I personally define trans that way, but other trans and nonbinary people do not.
JessWitt’s “she is questioning her gender identity” is the clearest and most precise wording of those offered in this thread.
Concur. I’m non-binary but personally don’t feel a connection to the word trans, as I don’t know where I sit on the gender spectrum and it’s not always the same.
Third non-binary chiming in, and agree with both Lee and S..
Personal I declare myself trans, but with that caveat that it’s better to not assume my experience is universal; not all non-binary folx ID as trans.
It’s sometimes confusing to be on more than one spectrum. I wonder what the overlap might be, come to think of it.
But to me it was a Sunday.
Is it weird that I think Billie being a blanket-hog is one of the cutest things ever?!
If it’s weird, then I’m weird too.
Then let’s all be weird together.
Billie looks so contented and at peace with herself and the world, but this serenity is not shared by Ruth because HEAD CHEERLEADER BLANKET HOG.
Ah yes, the Billierito.
One of the cutest Doubleclicks songs ever: Love You Like a Burrito. (“A tortilla is a hug made of flour.”)
Joyce: “So, I didn’t go to church this Sunday. Does that mean I get to invite a fine, fine stack of tall, hairy-chested, richly muscled man-flesh into my bed and not feel guilty about it?”
You don’t need to feel guilty if it’s just some friendly spooning.
I think she would feel guilty for spooning. Sharing a bed would be crossing the line.
Yeah, crossing the line into a world of comfort and warmth and security.
And you know that’s not allowed.
spooning leads to forking
love the humor mixed with the anxiety… the look on ruth’s face, compared to billie’s, and the hand tugging… priceless!!!
Looks like Asher has an ascended role in the plot.
Question is: friend, foe, or in-between?
My guess (totally a guess) is foe, until it becomes clear that he wants out of the criminal life, then eventually in-between, then maybe friend.
At first I thought that read ‘toe’. And that equally fits.
Let’s hope Asher’s not that bad…
A dinosaur fangirl sleeping over her blood money dinosaur, a politician apprentice questioning her decisions, two alcoholics, a slacker in love that is afraid of growing up, a thug running away from his problems, and a girl that is questioning the existence of god and close to getting her own Persona. The next book promises a lot!
The question is, will Joyce stick her hand in the TV?
By George, I think you’ve got it!
I got that reference!
Ruth appears to have gone Eclipso. Frown in shadow, small smile in light.
A chapter ends when someone is sad in bed. No exceptions.
Au contraire, mon frere! Book Five ended with Dina falling asleep like a tired puppy, dreaming of Becky.
Apart from that, though, you’re right. So only one exception.
And what an adorable exception it was!
Indeed!
Lots of folk have made compromises today; maybe good compromises and maybe necessary compromises but not ones that have left them feeling entirely happy and at ease.
Dina didn’t choose to compromise between bed and awesome dinosaur, and she is happy! I don’t reccomend Dina’s way of living for everyone, but it sure works for her.
Dina sleeping blissfully in her new, awesome dinosaur bed given to her by the person she loves.
Becky being kept awake by the glowing screen of her resonsibilities, and the growing doubt in how wise she was to accept the devil’s bargin.
Ruth and Billie happy back in their comfort zone of mutual self destruction. Right here, right now they can be happy and don’t think of tomorrow (but stop hogging the blanket, Billie).
Poor little mouse boy, hiding in fear of his math book seeing him. But it always sees you, Walky. It always sees you.
My offer stands to stop calling you a piece of shit if you punch Blaine, Asher. But until then – hey, piece of shit, trouble sleeping?
Joyce double checks so God doesn’t frown at her from above.
Goodnight, dofuses, good night.
I don’t know… To me, Joyce is really talking to God. There is a big difference between formal rituals and actually having that connection.
My impression is she’s looking for lightning bolts.
But God isn’t talking back.
Good, because if that son of a bitch talks back one more fucking time, I’m gonna slap the holy out of Him.
I wonder where Marcie and Malaya are.
Making out in a parking lot, if anyone has to guess.
Walky you have to open the book it wont tell you the answers
trust me ive tried it but it just wont whisper answers to you
You Americans and our cheap-ass education system, always pinching pennies in the wrong places. Non-whispering textbooks are yet another victim of the college sports cult.
Billie is missing out on some prime burrito tech. The real pro strat is to have the blanket over your head, so you can pull the edge down over your eyes for a makeshift sleep mask. Then it’s just your nose and lower face exposed, leaving you room to breathe but preventing most low-level night spooks from hainting your unconscious corporeal form.
My low-level night spooks are two black cats that want to be fed at 5:30 in the morning. This technique doesn’t deter them!
If a cat aims to haint you, then haunted you will be.
Becky
They said be gay, do crime
It would be fun they said
When is FBI going to kick in my door?
Good night sweet children. Goodnight.
Sunday? but … but … it’s Saturday in my part of the world, anyway.
It’s just another Sunday in a tired old street.
That last panel with Joyce stabs me in the heart a little.
Good night, moon.
Can we get some Joe character development? I feel like you dropped his incredible self-loathing revelation on us and then just swept it aside for Joyce’s development.