#hard to read

[loonavrsl]

250113 [💌] Yeojin on her struggles being independent and the burnout she currently feels

Translation by: litell_johnn (1, 2)

[lifenconcepts]

Fuck it I ain’t bothered on writing this out but I feel like this hits hard and is kinda important so if you wanna try decipher it like it’s some ancient texts go ahead but I assure you, there will be challenges when you read this.

[deadlypoetacademia]

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

If you enjoyed, please consider supporting by buying a PDF of the comic on itch.io: https://tawnysoup.itch.io/home-in-the-woods

[raymoohackery]

"whoa there pal! looks like your favorite web service is getting hit with enshittification. you should try this NEW PLATFORM, that is only mildly alike in function, has no stable source of funding, and is being ran by some people in their home office as a hobby. this will be a long-term solution for you that you can build a community on, i promise!" <- sentiment i see a lot on here lately. like. lol

[albatross-the-pen-chewer]

I like it when shows have character designs that are clearly representative of a major part of their mentality it makes me go wowie

[nondelphic]

me: i love slow burn

also me, on chapter 2: kiss or i’m setting the house on fire

[your-fav-zilly]

funniezt thing bt anti neo ppl iz tht thyll zay "you only uze neopronounz on the intrnet!!! noone will take u seriouzly!!!" and then when zomeone uzez emojipronounz they turn around and zay "how do u expect uz to uze those irl?"

[divorcedwife]

people are always slandering historians for saying reasonable things like "some things that seem romantic to us were platonic in the context of the times", when there's so many evil historians you actually have to look out for. number 1 : the closet royalist

[atissi]

i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).

given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)

but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:

[skatesfullofsunshine]

Putting books on hold at the library has the same thrill of ordering books online, but with the added benefit of not losing any money over titles I might not enjoy.

10/10 would recommend.

[palarien]

sketched this out at jury duty actually

[girpgorp]

decided my fetal kwamis deserved a little lore

[naughtsimpossible]

 i put this into hemingway (that one thing that's magical for editing) and it said it was VERYYY not readable

hence, i subject each and every one of you to it

This universe is an odd one. I don't just mean the physical space we prefer to fancy that we live our significant lives in; I also mean to reference the thoughts of it. The thoughts are, after all, what created it's concept in the presence of us humans. Our minds and consciousnesses decided to dub it an idea. And I serve no purpose other than to convey to you a few tales from that universe.

        I've never thought of myself as a present being, for I see all. I believe the human conception of the present is the closest we've gotten to realising what it means to live, while being so far from the overall idea at the same time. There are few lives lived on this Earth, in this universe, that obey the simple bequests of the present: That one thinks not of the past as something to change, but as presents given us and spent just as so; That one look to the future presents to deem what may and what can and what should; and that it is advised one should grace others with one's present, as a gift of love. I can understand your confusion, dear reader, of my mention of being human and tearing down their premature ideals of the existence of time. I am a being incomprehensible to even my own kindred, so I oft dub the name upon myself, for the humans appear to be the species I most closely resemble.

        We, the omnipresents, are a tortured creation; We are cursed (called blessed by those who live a different life than us) with the potential to know all that the world of the present has to offer. We cannot visit the begone present, nor the one to come; only the one the aforementioned universe has to offer every moment. We may recall, but not gaze upon, the past, for our cruel nature begets it so.

        It may seem odd yet again, now, to the reader, that I am here writing to you; I shall relieve you of your unfathomable curiosity, but not yet. No, now is the time I have allotted for the first of our tales I have witnessed in this universe. It was a present in which the world was a disturbed place. There was an unrest among nations, albeit an incessant one, simply raised and braised in the confines of emotions. It had caused a mass of tears to fall, of shock to be had. It wrought its wrath throughout even the safest havens, though a safe haven is just as likely as a perfect utopia, as I have witnessed. Those who dreamed, the favoured ones, were dreaming of a safer tomorrow, of a clearing of the skies, of the docility of the day at long last. The natural world was disrupted to the point of an extinction, not of a species, although there has been plenty of that, but rather, of an ecosystem. So much of the Creation's intricate beauty was grinded beneath the boot of peace through conflict, yet another of the universe's cruel oxymoronic ideals. Trees, materials, scrapped for terror's sake; landscapes, flattened, by that same terror. Mankind's own integrity, lost in the drift of the stream; a stream filled with screams of agony grafted into what was dubbed history; nightlike hawks of omens, flying and swooping upon the innocent; death, the cease of life, the lacking of movement, the brevity to the fire deigned so to bring news; the unity of darkness and the souls of those who cherish it.

        Oftentimes humans dub it dark times, but I prefer a more visual term. It was a time in which humanity dropped its sense of good on its own foot, causing it to fall over in agony, landing upon those who despise affiliation with such a disaster, forced to be affect of it.

        I could very well be more specific, but that resides beside the point I stand to make. The driving factor I pose is that I need not be more specific. Humanity drops its sense of good so much I myself am surprised they have a foot to drop it on. There is no one circumstance I am recalling for you; I want only to post the so called innocence of man up on a thumbtack board for review by the sensible.

[often-lost]

I should try to finish that Hellboy comic, not just for the plot or characters or even the art, but because its one of the only big name western comics with a layout i can fucking read