#something just take me out

[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”

[eternalnight8806-3]

I just need to vent...

I'm not looking for sympathy or handouts or anything like that. I just need to get my feelings out somewhere I know my family won't see it because they don't know any of this.

I have a forced judgment on me from a creditor. I have another that is still in the system, but it will probably be decided on soon. My home is in the foreclosure process. My homeowner's insurance dropped me 2 months ago, so I dont have insurance on my house. I don't currently have a job and haven't since December. My boyfriend's job is fucking with his hours, not giving him full time and making him work hours he didn't agree to while also paying him basically nothing. They treat him like garbage while expecting him to carry the store, even though he's not management. They claim his work isn't up to par while allowing others to get away with literally sitting on their ass doing absolutely nothing. Oh, and they get full time hours.

The tiny shred of hope we have is that I have a lead on a possible job, but I have no clue when I could start or if it's even guaranteed. My boyfriend has a lead on a possible new job, but again, no clue when that could start or if it's even going to happen.

If I can atleast get a job, then I have hope through bankruptcy to save my house and clear these creditors. But I have to have a job first.

I'm so tired of being poor. I'm so tired of worrying about money every second of the day. I'm so tired of not knowing if I'll have a roof over my head tomorrow. I'm so tired of wondering when I'll get that knock on the door or letter in the mail telling me my home isn't mine anymore. I'm so tired of shitty capitalist corporations and this fucking country. I'm so tired of fighting a corrupt system that doesn't care about anyone who isn't the 1%. I'm so tired of life.

Part of me really just wants everything to end. My life insurance would atleast pay off the house and possibly my other debts as well, or atleast a good portion of them. But we all know life insurance won't pay out for self deleters. So, all I can do is hope that something unalives me, or hope a miracle happens before it's too late. Neither seem probable.

So here I am, trying not to completely break down under the weight of all this stress and it feels impossible. I feel myself cracking more and more each day. I feel the weight get heavier. I feel my mind slipping more and more into those dark places, wondering if it truly would be best for everyone if I just wasn't around anymore.

I don't have anyone. My family can't be trusted with this information. I've lost every single person I considered my friend. The only person I have is my boyfriend, but I don't know if he even still wants me. That's a separate issue, though.

I'm truly just a useless piece of garbage doing nothing but wasting space and resources that someone else could be using. Literally everyone in my life would be better off if I wasn't around anymore. Most of them wouldn't even notice I was gone. Even if they did, it would barely register as a blip to them. Honestly, they would probably think I was inconveniencing them even in death because they would have to deal with my body and property.

I'm worthless scum. Period. I truly wish something would just put me out of my misery because I'm not capable of doing it myself.

Seriously, don't bother trying to act like you care. I know none of you do. 99.99% of you didn't even read this post and the ones who did don't give a flying fuck. That's reality.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[notbrucewayne48]

"aphobia doesn't exist"

bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2020

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[beebfreeb]

If I saw a nutcracker nobody could stop me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

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[pineappical]

I object.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

"Shroud's Kiss. I've always loved the legend around this flower. They say it grows on lovers' graves, and that one moves closer to the Fade simply by inhaling its fragrance." "Is that true?" "It is when I will it, my dear."

[magpie-trinkets]

continuing that "maya tries to contact claire" post, i present you the post-Spirit of Justice follow-up

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.