Ohhhhhhhh, wait. This isn't "Bohrlaika is still coming out of the timestop and woke up fighting".
This is SHE BROKE THE TUNNEL WALLS with that big sword.
The thing everyone was repeatedly told NOT TO DO.
...this whole tunnel structure is coming down with them inside it, cosmic forces are collapsing on top of them, and Gil is desperately yelling at the people he loves to run, run, because last time this happened he was on the outside alone for years and he can't bear to lose them to the timestop again.
Oh, guys, I'm having some feelings about this.
...also, as ever, well done our professors for setting this up back in 2014. Showin' us how it's done, as always.
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PALESTINIAN FAMILY FORCED TO RESTART FUNDRAISING - PLEASE DONATE!
PROGRESS: £520 / £35,000
a little while ago, I was contacted by Amal Abushaban, a Palestinian mother of 5, for help regarding her Gofundme campaign.
In summary, after spending months raising over $13,000 for her family, she attempted to withdraw the money. She did everything right, she answered Gofundme's questions, she provided the details of her beneficiary and she contacted their support team - only to be left in the dark until an email came one day, notifying her that her campaign had been closed and all donations were now in the process of being refunded.
I tried kicking up a major fuss about it online, as well as trying to pester Gofundme Support on my own account, but all it did was send me in circles as I desperately pleaded for the Gofundme Support person I was assigned to at least re-instate the damn fund. Even worse, Amal got her first email today about refunds going through.
Regrettably, Amal is being forced to start over completely in her fundraising efforts. Her beneficiary has started this Paypal fund for her. Please donate and share!
PROGRESS: £520 / £35,000
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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
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OK, Eekineezer the chestnut cart merchant rat is funny, but what's really hitting my heart about this week's pages is Gil.
Gil is having so much fun.
Gil has spent years working nonstop, to exhaustion and beyond, to achieve a very specific goal: the timestop brought down, and Agatha restored to Mechanicsburg as the Heterodyne. And now those things are happening, and he's got Tarvek with him as well, and he's so happy.
Admittedly, I remember my original response to Gil (the first time I read the comic) being "oh boy, we're gonna have to kick this guy down the stairs a few times", and between the evolving artwork and the character development in progress, Gil doesn't even fully read as Gil to me until book 7, here:
(It's the coat. Dang, that is a good coat.)
...but I got over that pretty quickly as I got to know him, and by all counts sufficient stair-kicking has happened, OK, we can stop kicking Gil down the stairs any time now.
...and now we are again seeing the big ol' doofus who, to prance for basically the first female of his species he'd ever met, dropped both of them out of an airship in a prototype airplane that did not work...
...and it turns out I missed that guy.
I'm happy to see Gil this happy. That is all, thank you.
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Quick watercolour study of.. this guy….
Did you know that putting your brush-cleaning glass next to your coffee is a bad idea if you’re like me (stupid)
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