#She was like...well yes

[pinyatapix]

most funniest sudden deviation from a youtuber’s typical video lineup i’ve seen in recent memory

like bro imagine being SO pissed at the direction a show had taken that you have to momentarily quit spongeposting in order to talk about it for two whole hours. king shit

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[chickenisamazing]

I really need to learn Sylheti to impress the Sylheti aunties but I need to be good at it so they don't laugh at me when I try speaking it with them

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[lynnlyrae]

something something Jinx cutting her hair and Vi growing it out Jinx dyeing her hair even more colorful and Vi hiding her pink hair under layers or black dye I’m so not okay about it-

[chiquilines]

As mentioned in the previous post, i have lost my entire mind

[paper-possum-party-pal]

I don’t think the gods understand what makes a suitable gift for modern humans.

Maybe consult the humans next time.

Will I draw this as a proper comic? Probably not but I thought the idea was funny and thus I am releasing it upon the world.

I came up with this idea before I remembered that I had THIS in my camera role

[fantasykiri5]

Day 9 of Hermit-A-Day May: Outfit Swap!!!

I’ll have you know I spun a picker wheel to get this combo and I firmly believe it was the funniest possible outcome. Plus I will jump at any opportunity to draw Pearl’s chunky solar punk boots I love them so much

[pipskippy]

characters i have drawn just soooo many times i love you forever thena!!!!!!

[bluerosefox]

Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

[evilherehotel]

now you see them, now you don't

one, being a number, is used to shapeshifting because that's how numbers are! they change and shift aalll the time and she's also used to being 2d because every algebralien can be tied back to the little symbols we see on the page. they're built for it

objects? not so much. and it's a lot less pleasant for basketball to suddenly have her entire body and perception of reality warped after losing an entire dimension

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

“Dain is just an imperfect 21-year-old kid who trusted his dad, and is a little over-protective telling his chronically ill friend to sit the fuck down.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This wine tastes like pigs blood!

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[taiturner]

"It’s just a different shade of Tai, a different facet of her personality. So the Other Tai is still Type A. But she’s a doer, whereas Tai is a hider." — Tawny Cypress

YELLOWJACKETS, 3x05 "Did Tai Do That?"

[catmask]

i really love that every day i see new people tag laikas comet pages as 'i just found this comic! i just read all of it!' bc lowkey i was worried that after my initial release of it it would just peter out in interest and i was okay w that... i would not want to keep pointing and going like Look... i write a webcomic... please look...

idk i get very shy to talk about my work so im glad ppl just seeing it. it is interesting and speaking for itself 🥲