#and more thoughts

[thethingaboutnapkinman]

me: yay magneto leading the x-men beautiful redemption story me five minutes later: I never trusted you for a moment villainous magnetic evil guy! everything the writers set up is so obvious me next episode: unless...?

[coffeewithmeaning]

I feel like such an imposter today. I am an ESL teacher and I just don’t feel qualified! I trust that God put me here for a reason but I can’t help but worry that I am not very good at teaching and that the students in my class aren’t having fun. That they won’t take me seriously because a lot of them are twice my age. What am I to learn from all this?

[reuseful]

This semester has been brutal. First two weeks went fine, and I had a good feeling - and then my grandfather died. It was sudden, and complete luck that I was able to be there with the family in the hospital. I had known it was most likely going to be sudden, but that knowledge doesn’t actually prepare you. And from what we can gather, it was a fall or him hitting his head, not COVID or anything like that.

One thing is the grief and the obvious lack of energy resulting from it. Then there’s all the practical stuff related to the funeral, my grandmom being left, their house, her wellbeing, the whole of the family, some of the less positive info about him being revealed. But with all of this also came the realization that it’s basically too late to have very meaningful conversations with my grandparents - as this was timed with the grandmother on my father’s side being moved to a retirement place, with the family cleaning up her old house as if she’s dead.

I had lived for years with the idea that “next semester” was going to be the good one, being able to talk more frequently with them, and maybe gather the courage to talk with them about the past, their lives and collect small stories. But now they show they are at the point where they will say they don’t remember, or stories are going to turn out very difficult to understand. My paternal grandmother will ask repeatedly how long I’ve lived in the city I live in. And the last year I have tried to prioritize family more, but for what now? It felt less important to go for an international job, the potentially best opportunity. But now, why not just go for that then? My parents would be supporting, but what if *I* want more family time with them? Since I won’t have a job next year, it may actually be the case that I have some amount of time with freedom and agency - exactly one semester too late.

The deep conversations with my grandparents should have taken place many years ago...

[starredforlife]

hello for those planning on voting for kamala harris. could y’all start emailing or calling her specifically to pressure her to stop the genocide. even if you’re a decided voter, mention you are undecided and that this is the issue you would flip on. here I’ll leave a link where you can email

[littlemut]

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[merrigel]

Everybody do the wenis!

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[marisatomay]

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[official-lucifers-child]

still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[paintedcrows]

Nooo little Stanley watch out! Your striped shirt, bandage, and sad backstory are too Fallen Human Coded!! The Undertale narrative is going to get you!!!

[junglejim4322]

Me at the beginning of this year: I’m so gonna fix my life dude this is gonna be the year everything changes I’m not gonna let anything slip through the cracks it’s time to live

Me approaching the end of March:

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead