So how we doing lmk fandom? New season did not disappoint but hahaaa
I'm on the verge of tears give the found family a break, god even the already established family gets absolutely fucked
God I'm gonna end up doing a character analysis for these traumatized teens too ain't I. I'll add em to the list
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Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
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there was something to be said about the fact older bf!simon made such a good house husband.
“i forgot my lunch :( ”
“forgot to make it or bring it?”
“both?”
“on my way”
because the next thing was your coworkers slowly raising their heads to the sound outside your office, a throaty rumbling of an engine right outside the doors.
not a car, motorcycle maybe? question affirmed when it revved twice.
they shot you confused looks when the sound made your ears prick up, a sweet smile on your face as you trotted out the front of the building.
behemoth of a man sat astride a motorcycle. his leathers added bulk but there was something about him that said he was big enough without them.
he watched you walk over as he raised the visor on his helmet, the black one with a ghostly image of a skull painted across it.
your coworkers pressed to the windows, trying their best to hide behind the curtains and potted plants but failing all the same.
the man pointed to his face as you got on tip toes to press a kiss to his nose through the balaclava he had under the helmet.
“don’t make it a late one, alright?”
“yessir”
as you gave him a haphazard salute, he reached behind to give you a pat on the backside before he stood to retrieve the brown paper bag he’d been carrying.
lunch in hand, you lean in to press a kiss to the visor he’d just lowered- right on top of the lipstick print that sat in the corner of it.
the print that looked a lot like your lips.
the helmet never leaves the back of you as you walk towards the office, your coworkers scrambling to not get caught staring.
you didn’t mind, just smiled as you reached into your lunch bag and retrieved a sandwich. the one that was cut perfectly into the shape of a heart.
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