Can the night get any more craptastic?

That psychotic bitch Mary blew that cakewalk gig just to taunt her with a job she doesn't want.

Now she's holed up at a 'sape bar with an idiot in loaner pants. He reeks of formaldahyde, which puts him two steps up from anyone else in the bar ( Read more... )

Cassidy Keep gets lovelier every day, from the gardens to the great hall. Her friends and family circulate between its rooms and grounds in a neverending cascade.

Old friends, new friends ... and best of all, teammates.

"Berto!" she greets the Brazilian with a smile. "How are you?"

Paige stares up at the ceiling. When she first came to Xavier's, this room felt palatial. With a dozen people at home, she'd never been in a room by herself before, much less had one to call her own ( Read more... )

"I left my legs in South Kentuckyyyyy...
Splattered on a road...
They call to me..."Turned out to be much easier to just swipe a replica from the Smithsonian and pass it off to Fisk as the real deal. Runs fine, Fisk doesn't care, and the man in Japan won't have a clue ( Read more... )

Last time, on “The Muties of Hazard”

Rogue helped Husk rescue John Schneider’s own General Lee from a hard night spent at the bottom of a coal mine.
JERIMIAH: Sweet thing, if you need a tool to handle, I can open up that pretty little box.
ROGUE: [stroking the chassis] I think I’m in loveBoss Fisk Hired Deadpool to steal the General as a bribe ( Read more... )

"Mama! I said I'd take care of it! I...no, I don't know how. I just...trust me, Mama. I'll put this right ( Read more... )

Where the hell is she?

You get your heart all set on some quality pseudo-romantic/pseudo-pathetic ogling and she goes and stops ever sleeping in her bed.The third time he's come here to X-Land and the conclusion drawn is that Theresa Cassidy apparently doesn't ever go to sleep. An argument with Mr. Fluffles and she has to sleep on the couch, ( Read more... )

Congressional elections could be called the Distinguished Competition, provided you were a completely self-important blowhard championing family values and trumpeting what the Founding Fathers would have wanted because 200-year-old social mores are where it's at, and if only kids today wore more powdered wigs, they might just realize that ankles ( Read more... )

The usual tomfuckery, as Patch calls it. Low-brow pranks, the air turned blue with the hot cussin' air coming out of every Tom, Dick and Dick what thinks he's got himself a story ( Read more... )

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

( In her room, Theresa Cassidy is sleeping, and in sleeping, dreams.... )