#but its just a thought

[kstarlitchaotics]

I know Gambit said they never had a Wolverine but you'd think that Wolverine would recognize(know?) Gambit

[witchie-writings]

Trying to find people who write requests for DMC is rough (open requests, I mean).

I was browsing my thoughts and I was thinking...

What if Dante, Vergil, Nero and V (hell, even throw in Lucia, Lady and Trish) fell in love with a S/O that, like with V, is only half of a whole?

The S/O had done something to split themselves into two, and somehow, the character meets the half of S/O that they split off and fell in love.

What would their reactions be to this? Would they continue to pursue a relationship with S/O when they're whole again, or would they let them go, knowing that the full S/O isn't the same one they fell in love with? What if they meet the other half of S/O?

Because can you imagine the half the characters meet is the inner "good" of S/O, while the other half is their intrusive thoughts or something akin to that, a manifestation of their inner viewings of themselves?

What if the inner "good" is the one that's dying due to the fact that when S/O was a full being, they were heavily shoved down, maybe due to trauma or something along those lines - exactly like how V was Vergil's human half. The other half survives because those feelings were so much more prevalent to the point that they were the dominant part of S/O, that's why they continue to thrive.

I don't know man- I really wanna find someone who can write this. 😔

[jacks-the-flower]

honestly ngl when i was watching the loki finale i was like "lol is he the watcher now" as a joke but honestly marvel could pull it off if they really wanted to-

[robindrake93]

Sheldon is so gigantic - enough so that he can pick up Jaeger with no effort - that he probably doesn't have to put much effort into throwing to make the ball go far. So when he taught Searcher how to throw ball, he probably didn't have an actual technique and relied on pure strength. Which is why Searcher's throwing skills aren't the best. XD

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[yeepof]

Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!

[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”

[cyancees]

i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing

[qiinamii]

we'll do fine.

[grauline]

finding it necessary to remind everyone that it's seasonal. i promise you it's seasonal. everyone i know is out of their minds right now in some way or another. it's seasonal.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[indigo6f00ff]

need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago

(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.