imagine: you get your memories back after years of amnesia to find out your whole species is dead and earth doesn’t exist anymore. that the only thing left of your culture is your weird ex and his busted honda civic that barely even works that he stole from the government when he was 13. And he’s been taking members of an alien species for trips in his honda civic and they’re all like “woah it’s so cool” and you get upset because it’s NOT COOL it’s a honda civic, the turn signals don’t even work “wow it can go up hills” yeah OF COURSE IT CAN GO UP HILLS EVERY CAR COULD DO THAT. but they’ve never seen a car before so everything it does is the coolest thing ever. And your ex’s only tool is a fucking screwdriver which is somehow also cool to this dumbass alien species even though it’s a fucking screwdriver so you just look like an idiot screaming about how none of this is even cool it’s actually really shitty but your whole planet is gone so you can’t even prove it but also you’ve had a constant drumming sounding in your head since you were 10 slowly driving you insane. I would become evil too.
lived my whole life in guilt bc i thought i was responsible for people's feelings. newly realizing that other people are responsible for their feelings and reactions, even if they make it seem like i'm the problem. a lot of the time it really has to do w them and their own emotional regulation. i can't keep thinking i'm not allowed to have space bc of other people's insecurities. like i literally refuse to dim myself. other people are responsible for their feelings just as i'm responsible for mine.
This comic is NOT when the story takes place but is more of a flashback to day one, just be aware of that.
You’ll have to wait until I actually start making stuff that takes place during the actual story but uh yea
I wanted to do more but Christ dude the backlog of art I have for this has gotten to be so much I’ve switched the way I draw these characters which may be a sign I should put SOMETHING out.
Also this focuses ENTIRELY on Kasper and Lampert, and it is an au that kinda actually jsut changes literally everything ever. Because I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!
I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN A STORY BEFORE. BE KIND TO ME. I DONT THINK OFTEN LET ALONE TRY TO MAKE A COMIC EVER.
Virtually every survivor of trauma, whether or not they experience diagnosable post-traumatic stress, returns to the regular world and quickly recognizes that things are not as they were. People behave differently. There is an element of strangeness, a sense, often uncommunicated, of being marked by a kind of scarlet letter, even if one has not violated any moral code. In fact, in these situations, one’s degree of innocence or complicity in events can seem almost beside the point, as if one’s luck or simple fate is what is at stake. Often this change of perception is expressed in physical, spatial terms, as if the scope of what has transpired is so vast that it serves to alter one’s material position in the world.
“Some people think John was speaking directly to me [in Now and Then]. And you know what? That is very nice to think about, so I’ll stick with that interpretation.”
— Paul McCartney about being the inspiration for Now and Then to Brazilian journalist Pedro Bial (Dec. 01, 2023) (translated from portuguese version of the interview)
Paul's Premonition//John Lennon Quote//However Absurd, Paul McCartney//Things We Said Today, Lennon/McCartney//Strawberry Fields Forever, Lennon/McCartney//Child of Nature, John Lennon//John Lennon Quote//I Say It Just To Reach You interview//Get Back//Borrowed Time, John Lennon//God, John Lennon//Best Friend, Paul McCartney//#9 Dream, John Lennon//The Lovers That Never Were, Paul McCartney//On My Way To Work, Paul McCartney
We are born in debt, owing the world a death. This is the shadow that darkens every cradle. Trauma is what happens when you catch a surprise glimpse of that darkness, the coming annihilation not only of the body and the mind but also, seemingly, of the world. Trauma is the savagery of the universe made manifest within us, and it destroys not only the integrity of consciousness, the myth of self-mastery, and the experience of time but also our ability to live peacefully with others, almost as if it were a virus, a pathogen content to do nothing besides replicate itself in the world, over and over, until only it remains.
Jessa? unless that counts as proshit bc im not sure abt tessas age when she knew j...
Hmmm wellll for me personally I don’t see it as proship cuz I’m pretty sure Astro Tess is an adult and she and J are around the same age yada yada anyway here some /p Jessa stuff for the soul