HEAVY FUCKING TW FOR SH:
i fucking love cutting myself. not cus i'm a suicidal piece of shit, i love the blood, i love the feeling, the swelling afterwards, the stinging when u shower, the feeling of ur skin being cut. it's all amazing i love it sm!!
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You're in Gotham. A bunch of petty robbers are holding up the bank. You're huddled under the counter, sipping the iced coffee your work bestie had brought you.
You're in Gotham. The subway tunnel just blew up. The conductor cracks jokes as he takes you through the detour and you share your jacket with the woman next to you.
You're in Gotham. Carnivorous plants cover the road leading to the dentist's office. You glance at the car next to you and see a puppy sticking its head out the window.
You're in Gotham. The wind carries a cloud of deadly toxins downtown. You're baking chocolate chip cookies while your kids play in the living room.
You're in Gotham. Classes are delayed because of an extraterrestrial threat. You take the extra time in the morning to chat with your neighbor about the upcoming holiday.
You're in Gotham. The Wayne family is plastered all over the tabloids again. Your dad turns the page and asks you for a seven-letter word describing fruits and vegetables.
You're in Gotham. Except you're not. You're in London and you're waiting to pick your sister up from school. You're in Manila and your cat just had kittens. You're in Lagos and your brothers are helping you move into your new apartment. You're in São Paulo and your crush just texted you back. You're in Istanbul and you just discovered your new favorite sandwich. You're in Mumbai and your cousin calls you to fangirl over a band. You're in Sydney and you just got your driver's license. You're in Boston and you're writing this because it's what you need in this moment.
You're at the end of the post. You realize it was never about comics at all.
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It's so insulting to know that just being a partner of an autistic person can get you labeled such horrid things simply because of people's incorrect beliefs surrounding autistic adults.
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Okay guys, I'm still drowning at work but here’s something good that's been keeping my head above water 🤣: retired rockstar Tom “Iceman” Kazansky.
Ice is born to a pair of early hippies in VW Kombi bus painted with all the colors of the rainbow. He gets his first modeling gig after he's scouted at a Janis Joplin show on his Daddy’s shoulders, before or after Big Brother and the Holding Company.
Anyway, fact is that baby Ice ends up with his face plastered all over everything from Camels ads to diapers. He eventually ends up doing commercials and then bit parts on TV shows and movies. He does Disney for a good long while, with Bobby Driscoll levels of success. But by the time the mid-70s roll around — teenage Ice is the frontman of a heavier crossed with glam rock sorta band: think Def Leppard, Kiss or even Mötley Crüe (way before their time on the Sunset Strip).
Ice can sing just about anything the band needs him to — think Adam Lambert's levels of range, just straight-up incredible. He's tatted up from dick to tits and has tried just about every drug known to man by the time he's nineteen, starved himself for years, and spends every hour of his life pandering to people who don't give a shit about him.
At twenty-two he realizes that he doesn't even like himself anymore. He doesn't know who he is without being Kairo Jett (his stage name).
Then, his friends start dying.
It’s 1981, and sure they were occasionally dying before — booze, drugs or taking their own lives — but now they're all dying of something that doesn't have a name and he's terrified.
So, he quits and runs away to a life of structure that he's never had. He runs to the USNA, dyes his hair bleach blond, stops wearing heavy makeup, starts eating again and just becomes Thomas Kazansky — then the Iceman, a new kind of stage name.
The Iceman, who has shared the stage with all the greats of rock music, watches Maverick serenade their instructor in the O Club with one of his old songs and has never been more enamored with anyone in his whole life.
He falls ass over tea kettle the minute Maverick asks him if he's ever heard of the band Tommy Eats the Drum Kit.
Ice doesn't stop laughing for hours.
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(If you wanna read more comics, I’ve posted over 300 of them on my patreon where you can read daily comics for just 3€ a month! I use my patreon income for bills and stuff and any contribution makes a really big difference. Check out the link in my pinned post if you want to join!)
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I think back to the time I said, "I got a BA in illustration" to my boss, and her response was, "we all have hobbies."
Kinda felt like a slap to the face. I know she didn't mean anything bad by it, but I would rather not be stuck in a dead end Healthcare job either. Then, any potential promotions with the company are just volunteering more time to work on the weekends on top of a 40-hour workweek dealing with egotistical doctors and obscene amounts of paperwork.
"We all have hobbies."
What I want is a life, and to be able to live it doing what I love for a living and be sustainable
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"For this unhealthy thing, you can have a bajillion servings of this healthy food for the same calories!"
Okay, but there's a reason I'm eating the "unhealthy" option if I choose to. This, to me, falls in line with the kind of "food as punishment" line of thinking where it reminds you that there are options you should always take.
Sometimes, your brain or your body wants the unhealthy option. There might be a reason for that (low blood sugar, preference, vitamin needs), or there might not. It's a fact of life that you can't always do the Correct Thing, and that's fine. What you don't need is to shame yourself or let others shame you for it. Sometimes, you just want the unhealthy option
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