#I needed more time

[ringchollyandfriends]

He's gone.

I don't even know what to say. He was such a huge part of my heart and life.

I'll miss you forever and love you twice as much.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[s0up1ta]

ANYONE ELSE WANT A PIECE 🤬🤬😡👹🗣️

alt versions under the cut:

couldn't decide so take all of them

edit: I MADE A DESKTOP VERSION !!

[jakeperalta]

I'm curious. what job would you do if money was no object (you just automatically had an income you could live comfortably on)? including work like volunteering, studying etc. please share in the tags :)

[mellosghosts]

in my heart this joke is in the movie, but unfortunately im afraid only we, hughjackmaniacs, would get it 🥀

[exospherethoughts]

Oh yeah, we’re back to tumblr posting as a coping mechanism because I want to say things to somebody and I cannot tell them because that would cross boundaries they have set and I don’t want to hurt them or lose them.

But you, you are someone I did not expect to meet. I didn’t expect to fall in love again. Ever. I didn’t expect to find someone I loved and who treated me like I mattered and like I was pretty and like they wanted to be around me. I didn’t expect to find someone who I felt safe with and who I wanted to touch and who I could be intimate with without having a panic attack. I didn’t expect to find someone I wanted to know everything about and who I wanted to share everything with and who I would fall in love with. I didn’t expect to find you.

But I did, and now you have left, and I wish I could hate you because losing someone is so much easier when there is anger and resentment involved. I have no anger for you, only for the universe because why did it have to make us meet at such an inopportune time? Why did we meet six weeks before you had to leave for the other side of the globe?

I suppose I know the answer: if we had met sooner, I wouldn’t have been ready for you, I would’ve been too damaged still (maybe I am too damaged still). If we had met later, maybe we wouldn’t have connected as well, maybe we would’ve been different people. We had to meet now for this to work, but you don’t want to leave the “maybe” in the air for when you come back, and it’s killing me. It’s breaking me to be in love with someone who I know wants to be with me, but who is compartmentalizing their feelings away so that we can just be friends.

How am I supposed to maintain this level of an emotional connection with someone who is not my partner? We promised, we promised we would not disappear and would not let this fuck up our friendship. But I don’t think either of us know how to be fully open and vulnerable with someone who isn’t our partner. That’s just not how either of us operates. So I am terrified that you are going to drift away.

Please don’t drift away. You bring so much light into my life. You are the sun. You are the moon. You are the constellations I want to gaze at sitting on a bench on a nice chilly evening wrapped up in my favourite scarf. You are my favourite scarf.

I wish we had more time. What I would give to have you here right now, on my little late night walk, holding your hand, pointing out all the little things I’ve been noticing: the slide I went down with my friend in late 2022 at a ridiculously late hour because it was the first time it snowed that year and we wanted to be happy; the colours of the clock tower tonight; the spot I took photos with my parents the day I graduated from my degree; the forest I took snowy photos in this January without giving a care about how silly I looked with my umbrella and camera; the spot I told someone they were one of my closest friends and who I haven’t seen in over a year (and miss very much); the spot I sank to the ground and began crying after the last final exam of my degree because I had been awake for three days straight and had never before felt so aimless with no reasons to stress and no imminent deadlines.

I wish we had more time. But we don’t, we didn’t. And so I will send you texts about the daily crossword and how much I did or didn’t like it, I’ll keep picking flowers for you every day even though I can’t give them to you or tell you that I’m doing it (they will wither in a cup on my desk until I have a whole tree’s worth), I will hope every day that you decide to ask to call me, and I will continue to love you, because what else can I do?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[noodles-and-tea]

twins in time continuation of that blue doodle comic thingy, but fidd is forced to take care of stan when Ford gets into the portal stuff, leaving him behind.

I reckon he teaches him math…

[tittyinfinity]

I was hanging out at the karaoke bar, chatting with a beautiful woman, and we were really hitting it off. I threw a couple of flirtatious comments her way. She giggled nervously, but abruptly stopped and looked at the floor.

She told me that she was too nervous to hit on people because she's trans and worries that people will view her as a predator and that she might get hurt.

My heart sank. I let her know that she could hit on me in whatever way she wanted and I would LOVE it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out and flirting. We ended up making out. It was great.

But I can't stop thinking about how that wasn't the first time a trans woman has said that to me. About how unsafe it is for some women that they feel the need to give out fucking disclaimers to have normal interactions with people.

We have GOT to make the world a safer place for trans women. It pisses me off that there are men at the bar who are openly predatory towards me without fear of consequence, yet a trans woman is too scared to even fucking call me pretty. And that's because she IS more likely to face worse consequences for lesser things! Like what the fuck!

You need to always check on your internalized biases. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of transmisogynistic thoughts and behaviors. Being bi/pansexual doesn't mean you don't hold those biases either! If you feel differently about a trans woman hitting on you than you feel about a cis woman or a man hitting on you, you need to evaluate that.

Trans women, I love you so fucking much. You should be able to express attraction and love as freely as everyone else. I hope you can always feel safe around me. And I'll never stop fighting until you can feel safe period.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[marxistgnome]

Memes shared by kids who grew up on starships I think they should have sea scout/land scout beef with kids that grew up on Starbases

[bluebeesknees]

They’re being obnoxious at work 💙

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Mikes and Vanessas celebrate 10 years of FNAF!

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.