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[tragcdysewn]

"the flavor of it is not the point, little sister." kriya replies, shaking her head. if she wanted to drink something that tasted good, she wouldn't be downing anything right out of a bottle, she'd be paying a ridiculous amount of money for some pretentious cocktail. "years and years of practice." and was it healthy to admit that so casually? no, not at all. was it healthy to do it? definitely not. but she wasn't going to sit there and lie to kaya about how she coped. the whole point of drinking in the first place was so they could have an open and honest conversation. "how would you know? you didn’t know anything about us." and that's really where the resentment comes in. that she'd never been allowed to even see her sister. they could have been trained and still lived at home with their family, but the jedi wouldn't allow such a thing in their loyal peacekeepers. "no, we hid it for a few months, and mom and dad didn't figure it out until the jedi showed up to take you away." the vase shattering without either of them touching it had terrified her, she'd known what that had meant even as a child, and she'd sworn kaya to secrecy, keeping it just between the two of them until the knights arrived at their home. "brinna didn't like you because of the jedi thing. she knows the whole story with me and mom and dad, they're bitter on my behalf, and i love her for it." she won't apologize for her best friend taking on her problems, just as she takes on brinna's. they'd always done it for each other, and they always would. but kaya agreeing with her request has kriya giving her sister a faint smile, grateful that she won't have to argue with them about their parents any longer. "thank you." she replies, more sincere than she'd been in most any other conversation with kaya. "you were being a brat, i'm not going to apologize." if it hadn't turned out to be kaya, she wouldn't have had a single regret in the entire thing, so she wasn't going to lie about feeling bad. though kaya's question does draw her up short. "either pick another question, or finish that bottle and then ask me, kaya."

"gross." kaya's nose scrunched at the idea of it, watching her sister take such a large drink from the bottle like it was nothing. "how do you do that? not make a face?" they asked after finally getting the awful taste out of their mouth. they didn't really want to admit to kriya that this was the first time they drank anything like that, but then again, they were pretty sure their sister could tell even without the confirmation. there was something all too knowing in kriya's eyes as she watched them. "i'm sorry. i.. i had no idea they just left you completely alone.." even if kriya said that it wasn't her fault, there was too much guilt in their mind surrounding it all. it was her fault she was taken by the jedi, they had spent their whole life surrounded by their own people, by an entire support system, and kriya was.. alone. "did mom and dad find out before they came to take me? how long did we hide it for?" there were snapshots in their mind, memories they never thought about until kriya started mentioning their past.. a flash of themself knocking some vase off the table in a tantrum, a ball flying, but the rest was just.. dark. "i dunno i figured you didn't really like me when you even realized it was me you punched. your friend brinna didn't like me either. i just kinda assumed this would be a wash.." not that they ever wanted that, they wanted to know their family, to get answers to all their questions.. but she figured kriya was right, though.. they never really had a chance before, they were still trying to know each other now. "i'll keep the mom and dad redemption attempts to myself then." they reached over for the bottle again, despite the grimace that followed the next sip, it was definitely helping her relax. "again, the jedi are not a cult, thank you. it still hurt though, just so you know." she rolled her eyes, despite the lighter tone that followed now that the alcohol was settling in their mind. "how'd you get the metal hand, anyways?"

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

as newspapers today dont tend to hire children, a modern day Tintin would run a clickbait YouTube channel, except the clickbait is 100% real every single time

he starts off as an irritating conservative pundit at 14, meets Chang then leaves the think tank paying him and launches his own independent channel and blows up shortly after. Chang helps with video editing and managing his socials and they often chat on video calls between adventures. Haddock, his foster dad, has absolutely no knowledge of his earlier videos.

[eddiediaaz]

(you don't have to be a frequent enjoyer of either to vote. weed can mean any type of marijuana products: joints, edibles, oils, etc.)

add where you're from in the tags if you feel like it!

[feligayzed]

why worry about your problems when you can just as easily drink 'em into oblivion??

[mythtakens]

"You want a beer?" "Probably more than one."

[666news-and-horoscopes]

[blimbo-buddy]

I'm never buying a hamster off of craigslist again bro what the fuck is this

[courtesycalling]

[octoling-wearing-gauges]

look who's back

[skyblueartt]

Life's been rough for Henry after all the horrors

[kimhongjoongs]

ateez taking shots @ coachella 2024

[maryhanaae4]

orel puppington

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

The final part for The House of Glass! Everyone has a lot to figure out, but progress takes time. Follows from this. This was my first ever complete comic from start to finish, I hope you guys enjoyed the journey!

If you've enjoyed this comic, please consider donating to Aya Yasser, a 19 year old university student from the University of Palestine. She had to pause her studies due to attacks on Gaza. Her 55 year old father is ill and she is trying to evacuate him and her brothers.

You can find her blog @samaagaza

It's like two in the morning right now so I might be a bit incoherent, cw for discussions of racism, homophobia, biphobia, sinophobia and classism

I've really wanted to write Chang as someone who's made to be a perpetual outsider. As a Chinese person born in the UK I've always been made to feel like a foreigner no matter where I go - obviously I am a foreigner abroad but I'm also treated as such in the very country I was born and raised in. I think a lot of east Asian people can relate to being treated as a strange exotic foreigner first and a person second.

As a working class orphan he would probably have been treated as disposable by society at large too. As soon as he's rescued by Tintin in the Blue Lotus he immediately asks why Tintin bothered saving him, and in his letter to Tintin in Tintin in Tibet he writes that he's unworthy of his uncle's hopsitality. We don't get much from Chang as he doesn't make many appearances but it seems he's internalised strong feelings of a lack of self worth. Tintin may have been the first person to recognise his humanity since Chang's birth family passed.

Being queer is also very isolating at first. You're not born into a culture you can reference or make sense of your experiences initially, it's something you have to seek out. I wanted to explore learning to love yourself through others. We're all weird to some degree, we're all in this together!

I genuinely have no clue how I'd follow this up, I have ideas for future stories but I'm not sure what would follow directly from here!

[sun-marie]

Been replaying ME1 and I got slammed hard with Anderson/Shepard father/daughter feels 🥺

[sadclowncentral]

my brother and his best friend got up to a lot of stupid shit over the years but my absolute favourite story is when they got so incredibly drunk that the task of taking their bikes home to our mother's house became almost unachievable - not for the lack of trying and loud and disruptive attempts at bike-riding on their part - and gained my brother the moniker "the stolen son".

because while his best friend was trying to fish their bikes out of the shrubbery they had driven them into while my brother was lying on the street trying to not fall off the earth, the police showed up. luckily they knew my dad and took him back home safely. unluckily, they did not see his best friend who was still crawling around the bushes trying to locate their bikes, who was subsequently left to his own devices in the ardenous and long journey home, now trying to drive drunkenly on two bikes at once.

now, for my mother's point of view. she has just received her deeply drunk son at the door and had an embarassing conversation with the police about his drinking habits, his best friend who was supposed to be staying with us nowhere to be seen. and then, two hours later, said best friend shows up, dragging two mangled bikes behind him and bleeding profusely from his chin, and dramatically drunkenly exlaims:

"i'm sorry ma'am! they stole your son!"

[mythtakens]

I always knew that there was a part of you that I could never touch. That pain of losing your family. I could imagine what it must be like, but I can never really understand it. The best that I could do was to love you, and hope that that was enough to keep you here.