#text issue box

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Hello, hope you're having a good day!

Um, sorry for any awkwardness. We're very anxious and struggle with text.

Was wondering if you have the spare energy for a purple userbox with the text "this user struggles with text, pls be patient" or "this user stutters in text, pls be patient" ?

It's okay if not! No pressure to do this. Just wanted to ask. Um. Yeah.

Thank you and take care!

{ 👁️🪻🪽 }

[TEXT ID 1:”This user struggles with text, please be patient”]

[TEXT ID 2:”This user stutters in text, please be patient”]

No need to apologise!! Thank you for the ask anon, and i hope these help!!

Request for { 👁️🪻🪽 } anon

REBLOGS OVER LIKES

Credit appreciated but not required !!

[impossiblepluto]

Jack strolls into the house, heading immediately for the kitchen, and continuing the animated conversation that occupied the entire drive over. That he was alone in the car and upon entrance has gained an audience doesn't break his stride-- pace or verbal deluge. Mac's a smart guy, he'll pick up the topic and register his opinions-

Within the depths of the fridge, Jack stops short, bumping the back of his head as he quickly backs up, straightening, and staring intently into the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Mac stares back. 

Jack crosses his arms as the refrigerator door swings closed. "What's wrong?"

Mac's gaze darts around the room as though searching for whatever raised Jack's hackles, before returning to Jack. "What do you mean?"

"Something's wrong." Jack takes a step toward the living room. He too scans the room, though his stare is slower, piercing and precise before lingering on Mac. 

"Something's wrong?" Mac repeats with an air of skepticism.

"Yeah. Why are you repeating me?"

Mac scoffs. "I'm not repeating you." Before Jack can retort, Mac shakes his head and continues. "I'm trying to figure out how you can walk in here, distracted by an argument you were waging against yourself, yet still apparently losing, barely look around and declare that something is wrong.” 

"Oh ho,” Jack leans a shoulder against the wall. “You are good."

"I'm good? Wait. No. I'm still not repeating." Mac squeezes the bridge of his nose. "I am just sitting here."

"Yeah,” Jack’s brow furrows. He straightens, feeling the pieces of the puzzle beginning to come together like he’s that one French detective from the movies Bozer makes them watch, and steps into the living room. “You’re sitting. On the couch."

"That is why I brought it. It's not just for you to sleep on."

"Sitting on the couch like a normal person sits on the couch. Not sprawled across it like a teenager with limbs askew in all directions just begging for back pain and bad posture.” 

Mac snorts but it lacks amusement. He doesn’t rise to the usual ‘tease Jack about getting old’ bait like he normally would. 

“So, you want to tell me what’s up?” Jack sits on the old trunk which doubles as a coffee table. 

"I... " Mac sighs and splices together three or four words under his breath.

Jack squints, tipping one ear closer to Mac, trying to decipher the mangled phrase. “Say again?” 

Looking up, Mac enunciates, "I tweaked my knee."

Jack winces. "Trail running? I told you you need some better shoes if you're gonna be out there jumping over logs and scaling mountains."

"I wasn't trail running." Mac pauses between his words as though each one is painfully eking out.

Jack cants his head.

"I stood up wrong."

Jack's face twitches. He's a government agent, damn it. He's got a better poker face than this.

"Shut up," Mac glowers.

"I'm sorry." Jack swallows his emotions. It’s not amusement. He’s not sure what emotion he would call it, but it’s sure not amusement. He’d never find anything funny about Mac getting injured. If anything, this emotion is concern. “You stood up... wrong?"

“It’s not funny.”

“No. It’s not funny. I’ve been sitting here thinking it’s not funny,” Jack defends himself. 

“You’re smirking.”

“I’m not smirking. I wouldn’t smirk if I heard you got hurt.”

“Even if I hurt myself by standing up weird?” 

“No.” 

“Oh. Thought maybe you’d see this as some sort of payback.”

“You mean for the fifteen years I’ve spent sharing my wisdom with you and you ignore it because you’re young and your joints still work like they’re supposed to and you couldn’t imagine waking up one day and suddenly something as simple as standing up can leave you limping and hobbling around for the rest of the day?” 

“Yeah.”

“Nah.” 

“Oh okay. Thought maybe it would be something like that.” 

“And I could see how you might think that. A less sensitive, empathetic man might.” 

Mac hums. 

“You need an ice pack?” 

“I’ve been thinking about getting one.” Mac sighs, looking toward the kitchen. “Don’t want to try getting up yet though.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No.”

Jack eyes him carefully.

“I did think about it-” Mac hurries to continue as Jack stares harder. “I want to wait it out. If I’m wrong you can gloat.” 

“I wouldn’t gloat either.” 

“Right. No smirking. No gloating. Got it. I’ll remind you.” 

Jack stands, knees creaking. “No smirking from over there either.” 

“No smirking.” Mac winces in sympathy at the sound. 

Jack pats Mac’s shoulder as he passes. 

“You were like my age when we met.” 

“Huh, I guess so. About a year older.” Jack grabs an ice pack from the freezer and returns to the living room. 

“I remember thinking you were ancient.” Mac reaches out to accept the proffered ice pack.

“Hey!” Jack withdraws his hand before the exchange is made.  

“At twenty-one you seemed old. Listening to the way you groaned when you got out of the humvee, that seemed a whole lot older than I feel now. Or at least older than I felt this morning.”

Jack nods in concession as he settles on the couch next to Mac and passes over the ice pack. Mac claps it on his knee. With a groan he raises his leg and positions it on a pillow.

“One day you’re able to sit all curled up like a pretzel, and the next you sneeze and can’t turn your neck for three weeks.” 

“I am almost sorry I teased you all these years.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I mean, compared to me you’re still like ancient. I have a few good years of teasing before it comes back to bite me.”

Jack opens his mouth to protest, then purses his lip. “You know, I’d grab that ice pack and run but honestly, watching you try to move that leg makes me hesitant to try it.” 

“It wasn’t fun.”

“Didn’t look like it was. Last thing we need is to explain to Matty how the both of us got taken out getting up from the couch.” 

Mac flops back on the sofa, blond hair splaying against the cushions. He drops his arm across his eyes. “That’s going to be almost as much fun as moving my leg.”

“I don’t envy that.” Jack leans forward with a grunt and scoops up the remote control. “Die Hard?”

Mac shrugs, eyes still covered by his arm. “Might as well. Don’t think I’m moving for a bit.” 

“Yippee-ki-yay.”

[freaky-flawless]

So you guys know how the Creepro dolls have that defect(?) with their shoulder joints that make it so their arms can't sit flush against they're bodies?

Do the Skullector dolls have that issue too, or is it just the Creepros for whatever reason?

[daily-hanamura]

[age-of-moonknight]

“Tigra,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #2.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[bonemeal12]

i wish there was more CRAYDL in Impulse (1995). I need more CRAYDL in my life.

[jerichogender]

thinking about the time they actually gave joey dialogue in the new teen titans: games…

“He could be role-playing with us. Art represents civilization. Maybe he’s showing us his end game?”

this says sooo much about him: his deductive reasoning skills, his appreciation for art, his understanding of other people’s psychology. i need more stories where joey gets to play detective, especially in an art or music history context, and i NEED him to have proper dialogue

[glitchfang]

i promise im gonna be nicer to se0, i just think the second arc is kind of a significant downgrade from the shelter cave stuff sorryyyy

[trans-yllz]

every time a hair stylist makes a video about how they hate box dye and says something condescending and self righteous towards anyone who uses it I go to sallys and buy another tube of ion

[methodwriting]

nothing more humbling than fucking up your back

[lesbianlenas]

u may remember i was just working on my comment which was the 80 pg paper i wrote that made me lose the will to live so now for one semester i have to edit the citations of other ppl’s comments so i was like let me do it during the summer so i dont have to do it when i have classes so ok i get assigned for the summer right and then they’re like everyone gets 2 papers they have to edit throughout the process but we need someone to do three and they were let me know or i will randomly select i’m sure u can see where this is going. so i guess nobody volunteered bc now i have to do 3 papers on goddddd i truly am cursed since the day i was born WHATEVER!!!!! adhd should have made me exempt from doing the third one i’m being completely serious. let’s give the person w the can’t focus disease more work to do than everyone else okkkkk 😑 AND instead of having a week to do the edits like last yr they’re only giving us 5 days to do the edits. so now i’m going to have to edit 3 papers of horrendous citations in 5 days and every time there is going to be more citations to go over btw. and yes i KNOW they will be horrendous bc bluebooking is diabolical and u don’t truly learn how to do it until it is hammered into ur brain thru writing ur comment. AND the ppl writing their comments now have not done any spading which helps u practice doing citations bc u have to edit them in papers like how i have to do for this. so it’s going to be so bad. and i have to do THREE 😭 at least the job i got is only 10-15 hrs a week so i dont have a full time job on top of that but also as i said i have adhd this is so harsh and cruel. whatever curse was placed on my ancestors needs to give it up now i’m so over it……..free me 😭🙏

[hbosscreations]

I'm frustrated and the well for people willing to put up with me talking to them about comics in meatspace has run dry, so this feels like the perfect opportunity to shout to the void.

If you intend to write in an unfamiliar language and don't have a native speaker you can talk to, try googling the signs you're going to reference before you commit to anything. If Noah is using the signs 'going' and 'where' he needs both hands to make those signs using BSL.

As a general rule, it seems strange to deliberately choose to have a character who speaks using SIGN LANGUAGE do things that PREVENT THEM FROM SIGNING. And it's deliberate, because just a few panels before, John is a dick to Noah about trying to speak.

And if the creative team decides against letting the conversation happen where the signing character can use both hands and actually be a part of the conversation, maybe it's a stupid decision to position the character who is speaking with the signing character BEHIND HIM AND LOOKING AWAY FROM HIM where he PHYSICALLY CANNOT SEE THE SIGNS BEING MADE.

I understand that comics are hard, I certainly can't do it, but I feel weird about these panels knowing that Noah NEEDS both hands to sign and that Noah needs the person he's speaking to, to be positioned at least partially in front of him to communicate.

You know what doesn't need either of those things?

Texting.

While yes, texting and driving is bad, is it worse than looking behind yourself and taking both hands off the wheel of a double decker bus in the middle of the night?

And don't tell me John Constantine couldn't hypnotize someone to get some free phones, he hypnotized a whole ass bus away.

[izzy-b-hands]

I truly fucking hate how some of these side gig tasks are formatted/instructed. Your shit doesn't make sense; the field you claim exists for me to type in isn't there (if it is, it's greyed out and there's no way to change that on my end) and I appreciate a room full of tech bros doesn't want to take five minutes to have an arts/english major read over and edit their shitty instructions so they're actually something a person can comprehend without reading it over five times, but also. Fuck them; it would not take that long and the money you're wasting on this project won't be any less wasted if you pay someone to proofread your shit that's an actual human, and not an AI.

[eremes]

shaving

[age-of-moonknight]

“The Once and Future Knight,” Phases of the Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2024), #1.

Writer: Erica Schultz; Penciler: Manuel García; Inker: Sean Parsons; Colorist: Ceci de la Cruz; Letterer: Cory Petit

[lucielovekj]

When I was in uni we had to do a presentation on an artist chosen from a provided list and I chose Mark Ryden and the lecturer who I presented it to laughed and asked mockingly why I would make the presentation pink because it’s extremely unprofessional and I was like you mean this guy?

Why did I make a presentation on this guy pink???