#the implications omg the implications

[unnamed-atlas]

NEW WHISPEREDFAITH IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024?????

[egophiliac]

YOU MANIFESTED THE TWEEL CARDS CONGRATS

YOU'RE WELCOME EVERYBODY!

seriously though I was probably like. 60-80% thinking we'd get at least one tweel for chapter 10. but I was NOT expecting it so soon! both of 'em! in August! a shame we're not getting a Coral Sea event after all...but I guess I can be resigned to that and ALSO excited for getting shiny sparkly glowing(!!!!) mertwins along with Azul fighting his inner demons and going right for the eyes! AHHHH I CAN'T WAIT

(also heeeey I recognize that rowboat... 👀)

[misterpseudonym]

HEY WAIT NO HEY LOOK AT ME. Usha in G-13’s body’s catchphrase being “It’s Usha the old lady from work”

just got so much creepier

[recreationaldivorce]

i think people would stop finding it so shocking when a trans man is misogynistic if they just saw them as men instead of women lol. men are misogynistic sometimes they just do that

[akicklineisinevitable]

WAIT WAIT WAIT. THE FUCKING "THIS IS THE BRIDGE WHERE WE GLOBALISE EVERYTHING" LINE FROM TGWDLM. PAUL'S WITNESS PROTECTION NAME IS BEN BRIDGES. ITS BEEN FIVE YEARS HOW DID I ONLY JUST NOTICE THAT

[houseswife]

transgender detector going haywire rn…

[jasonisaacs]

just realised something about this scene with rook and lucanis which is making me go crazy omg.. so rook grabs his shoulder and lucanis pulls himself away from her

after that, i noticed that she actually starts to reach for his hand??? but pulls away and decides to go for the shoulder again omggggg

[verynewtrekkie]

What if I said I have a favorite character?

Have the darling doctor with a drink that doesn’t really complement that attitude of his!

[t3a-gh0st]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHARLES IS THE HEAD OF CCRP????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE USED TO WORK FOR PEIP?????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE TELLS PRESIDENT HOWARD GOODMAN WHAT TO DO??????

[floq]

i’m sorry i was gonna finish this drawing i had for ectober week bUT THE LINE GOT LEAKED 😭

[om0000]

Chris this is such a silly thought I had but do you think it would be crazy if some or most of the watchdogs were colorblind and on the same type of color spectrum that dogs have

(For reference THIS WOULD GO CRAZY IN MY HONEST OPINION!)

WAIT. ure so right holy moly

[shiredwarf]

WTF WTF WTF🤯🤯🤯🤯

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 11

I had an absolute blast with this prompt and I've been looking forward to it for a while. I should've gone and bought some wine so I could write being IDed from experience though. Unrealistic writing 😮😮😮

Convenience Store

Each item was set neatly on the conveyor belt.

A roll of duct tape. Kleenex. Air freshener. Trash bags. Zipties. Rubbing alcohol. Superglue. A bottle of merlot. Disinfectant. Sponges. Latex gloves. A wrist brace. Ibuprofen. A hammer. And a bar of chocolate.

A bright beep sounded as the cashier scanned each one.

“Doing some home improvement?” They smiled, placing the superglue onto the other side of the conveyor where one of their customers, the shorter of the two, was busy bagging with their head down. The other stacked the empty shopping basket with the others and pulled out their wallet.

“Definitely an improvement project,” they nodded back with a knowing look. “The whole thing just needs to be demolished and rebuilt at this point.”

“Oh I hear you. A pipe burst in my basement just last month and my spouse had to stop me from tearing the whole thing down then and there.” The cashier scanned the wine and paused. “Your ID please, Mx.?”

They flashed it with a toothy grin. 

“I’m flattered!”

“Just doing my job. Thank you.” They typed something into the system and picked up the next item. A few items later, a snort broke their calm demeanor.

“Hm?”

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry Mx! Just had a funny thought.” The cashier scanned the hammer. 

“Do share! Lord knows we could use the humor.” They elbowed their partner who smiled meekly and nodded along, balancing with a crutch under their arm. 

“Well, sometimes home improvement supplies look a lot like premeditated murder supplies,” they giggled, and the taller one broke out into raucous laughter. The shorter just shook their head. “Sorry, I meant no offense.”

Realizing they were being addressed, they fixed the sullen expression across their face.

“Ah, none taken! I’ve just had a tough day, what with this shithead and all.” A playful poke to their partner who just laughed again.

“You’re in for it when we get home!” They stuck out their tongue.

The other went back to catch the items they’d missed in that time, slipping the chocolate bar in their pocket. 

“Alright, cash or card?”

“Card please.”

“Your receipt?” 

“Sure, why not.”

“Perfect. Have a good one!” 

“You too!”

The taller one took most of the bags, but the other still managed to carry one. They were almost out the door when a voice shouted out.

“Oh! Excuse me, I think you forgot one of your items!” The cashier held up the hammer, and the couple turned around. Neither came forward to claim it, but with a nudge and a whisper, the shorter allowed the cashier to drop it into their bag. “Can’t do any demolition without that, can you?” 

“Absolutely not, I’m glad we didn’t forget it!” The other didn’t say a word, struggling to lift the bag now, and then the two were gone. 

.

“Interesting what you choose to forget, darling.” A hissing whisper in their ear, so different from the friendly persona they put on in public.

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re implying,” they averted their eyes as the trunk of the car opened. Fuck. 

Their captor’s foot landed on their broken ankle and they had to suppress a scream.

“I let you have one good leg for today. Don’t let me regret it.” The bag was taken right out of their hand. “In.”

They crutched up to the passenger door but a clearing of the throat stopped them.

“Childlock doesn’t work on that seat.”

Somehow, climbing into the back was more humiliating after that comment. The door was slammed shut before they could do so themself, and they felt the car shake with how hard the trunk was slammed. A horrible indicator of what was to come.

“I behaved around the store,” they grumbled when the doors locked and the engine turned on. 

“And then you fuckin’ ruined it.” 

“Black and white thinking much…” 

A fist flew against the passenger headrest and they were suddenly grateful to be flinching in the backseat.

“I’m buying a car with blacked out windows. That way, next time, I can throttle you in the backseat.”

[sophfandoms53]

Angela completely dismissing T’kor explaining the race implications of her comment was,,, a choice certainly

[blueshistorysims]

November 1936, New York, New York

The baptism itself was a much more private affair than Byron had anticipated. Then again, Thaddeus was only recently on speaking terms with his mother, and he still refused to speak to his aunt and uncle over their treatment of Samson. Stella was there, the first time he’d seen her since Adanna and Thaddeus’ wedding, over eleven years ago. It was quite clear she was making an effort to not look at him. 

Like any event for infants, the party was more for the adults. Everyone drank and chatted idly while the older children played with one another. Eleora doted over baby Julianna while she chatted with Thaddeus and Adanna, Byron busy in his own conversation with Samson and Brooks. 

Stella stood alone, smoking a cigarette. She’d aged, like Byron, but she still looked exactly how she did eleven years ago. Her dress was much simpler, and Byron hadn’t known her to be a smoker when they were together, but things had changed, their roles almost reversed. She was the one working while he was the one with all the money. 

Stella noticed his eyes on hers, staring back with great intensity. She arched her brow and crossed her arms, the obvious question floating across her face. Are you going to walk over here or are you going to stare at me like a fucking coward? 

Against his better judgment, he gulped and turned back to Samson and Brooks. “If you will excuse me.”

Samson glanced at his cousin and back at Byron. “Good luck.”

Byron didn’t reply. 

“I did not know you smoked.”

She glanced at the cigarette holding dangling in her hand. “Figured smoking is better than drinking.”

“You don’t drink?”

“Not anymore.” she glanced at Samson and Brooks. “I’ve done too much damage from it.”

Byron frowned. “...I’m sorry I didn’t attend the funeral. Miranda’s mother had just died, we were still reeling from the Crash and-”

“It’s fine. It was family only anyway.”

“I see.” He glanced at the children. “Your son Carl is a nice boy. He gets along so wonderfully with everyone, even Amalia, and she is quite the handful.”

She smirked. “Sometimes I think he’s far too nice to my son.”

“That is not true.”

“Is it? I’ve ignored you for eleven years for a reason, Byron. Even acquaintances speak to one another once in a while. We are strangers.”

“Keeping a distance is the proper thing to do,” he replied defensively.

“...I am surprised Samson and Brooks forgave me. I don’t I would’ve. But you knew far before I did.”

He nodded. “...You weren’t the first Gardenhouse I slept with.”

“I know.” Stella eyed him up and down, sighing. “I know it was you who gave that money when Campbell died. It wasn’t Thaddeus’. It was yours. Why?”

“I’m not a cruel person, Stella. I would never want you or your son to suffer.”

“I’m not a good mother. It’s a miracle Carl doesn’t resent me for my drinking and now my long hours at work. I don’t deserve him.”

Byron looked away, understanding far more than he wished. “I’m rarely around my children. Mostly because of my work, but… I would rather be with my wife or read and research when I am free. I’m not good with children. Even when I was younger, I only had one friend, and we stopped talking after I went to boarding school. I love my children dearly, but truthfully, I don’t know how to be around them. I can’t relate them.”

“I think the problem was that we are far too alike, Byron.”

He nodded. 

Byron put out his hand. “I would like to be friends, Stella. Or at least acquaintances who actually stay in touch. It’s been fourteen years since we divorced. I think a friendship is possible.”

Stella paused, staring into his face before she took his hand gently and shook it. “I think we can be friends after all.”

He smiled and laughed. 

Eleora watched her husband shake his ex-wife’s hand as they both smiled and laughed. She was glad he was doing the mature thing, but she couldn’t help but stare at the two, wondering what their marriage had been like.

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself