#they come and go

[parlerenfleurs]

It's like a good chunk of the population is living in a dream where the climate crisis is not happening.

NFTs and AI using up water and energy for a mediocre output? Not a problem, investors love a new hobby, people love not using their brains and hands and being fed meaningless drivel. Soil artificialisation being a huge and known cause of catastrophic consequences? Huh? Who? Toxicity in all the materials used in a house, the utensils for cooking, plastics in our clothes, paints, water, electronics? We don't have a choice, do we?

It's enough to make one become mad.

I need to bury myself in art to stay sane. Or maybe to leave it all and become a radical, because I, too, live in a dream where using a smartphone and playing video games and using so much electricity and shitting in water are things that I do, after all.

[258punkweight]

there's a mommy cat + babies living in my backyard

[theblackestofsuns]

"They Come And Go"

Stel (1994)

Moebius

Epic Comics / Marvel Comics

[wanderingmind867]

I've always been super shy and antisocial. My only real friends are my parents, and my mom is now dead. So it's just me and my dad. And I'm close to my dad. I tell him nearly everything (the only things I've never discussed with him is this account here and my sexuality. And I even feel bad about not telling him about those things occasionally), I feel comfortable expressing myself around him (my dad is the only person I allow myself to be angry around Irl, which sadly means he usually gets the brunt of my anger issues and all that entails), my dad is my only real confidant and friend irl. I'm so afraid of being judged that when I'm alone in public I suppress all my worst emotions, so I always come off as really quiet. And I'm fine with that. It makes a lot of my teachers like me, but I worry if they'd still feel that way if they knew how I hit my dad when I get mad, for instance.

I'm rambling now, but maybe that's just in a randomly melancholy mood today. I don't know, but I don't like how this feels. I was originally just going to write a post about how I'm not very social irl and about a strange thing where I'll sometimes imagine speaking up but I'll never actually do it, but instead I just got depressed.

[eyes-like-the-night]

I’ve been seeing a lot more shadowy things out of the corner of my eye again to the point I’m turning and double checking there isn’t something there. (

Normally it’s ankle height, kinda like a cat (sometimes it is a cat since I live around 4 but sometimes it’s not them). Lately shadows have been person height so I keep thinking there’s someone else in the house or room I’m in. Little freaky feeling but I haven’t dwelled till now even though I do think the height change is a little weird

[sarahthecoat]

yes. also it's normal to be fine for a while and then suddenly feel a wave of sadness seemingly out of nowhere. go ahead and feel your feelings, or let your friend feel them if that's the situation. just be there with them, you don't have to make it go away or anything. <3

if a friend is experiencing/has experienced a loss and is grieving, and you don't have any experience in the arena of loss, please allow me to offer some advice on navigating conversations about the deceased loved one.

not every mention of their person is the saddest part of their day. sometimes saying "this was their favorite song" "oh they would have LOVED this" "God I wish they could hear the conversation happening at the next table" "I wish they were here" is lighthearted. the mention of their person can be joyful. or melancholic. or, of course, sad. it can be all of those things at once. but no matter, react to the sentiments as just another piece of the conversation.

you don't need to drop a 55 pound weight onto the conversation and stare at us in pity or silently stare in a combination of confusion and discomfort and sadness.

it's okay. we know they're dead. you acknowledging that in an equal state of nonchalantness will not shock us to death, it's not tasteless or crude. it's a relief. our dead people are still parts of our lives just like anything else, and giving your loved ones the space and comfort and safety to talk about their person is huge.

you can always respond by asking to hear more, by mimicking their tone. your friend laughs and says "they would have LOVED this", take it as a chance to learn why! was their favorite color yellow? did they love kitschy little throw pillows? did they utterly DESPISE kitschy throw pillows? are they referencing a specific story?

if they see someone that looks like their person and get a little sad, ask what reminds them of their person. what was their favorite feature of their person? does it make them mostly sad to see someone who looks like their person? did it make them feel a little bit happy for a moment?

we want to talk about our deceased loved ones. we yearn to mention people who shaped us. the way our society has conditioned us to behave around grief, to respond to the grieving, and to grieve ourselves is so backwards and void of empathy, so we often don't say what we wish we could say. (bell hooks has a wonderful chapter on this in all about love, new visions (ch 11))

by offering opportunities for people to reminisce you are truly making an impact and fostering a safe environment for those around you to grieve in ways we're often not offered.

[hauntedhotel]

Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?

Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.

Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?

Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I am watching a mouse make a series of what I can only describe as Fuck Around Choices, and the Find Out is VERY excited to continue this little experiment.

[blackwoolncrown]

I get it, I really do, but I feel like ppl w decision paralysis related to Gazans are also suffering from a kind of non-malignant egotism

"who do I decide to give it to? everyone needs help! I can't help them all!"

You're not the only person they're asking!!!!!

If you choose one person to help that day, a bunch of other ppl choose others

stopping to overthink your inflated importance as an individual versus one in many is what's giving you paralysis

the more you burden yourself as an incapable hero the less you all act as a group-- which is the exact answer you're looking for

fkn close your eyes, scroll on OOB and donate to whoever you click on first

you're not god, it's not your job to save everyone

JUST DO SOMETHING

[shadow-queens-blog]

hey does this make sense? am i reaching?

[aropride]

i think weight loss ads should be illegal and im not kidding

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[bruhstation]

you’re just like the rest of them

[larkiethings]

shaking my head while playing neko atsume so people know that I don’t support outdoor cats