maybe we were destined to
fall
apart
maybe we don’t speak
in the same tenses anymore
and our bond has been worn down
like pages of a book I once loved,
reduced to a synopsis of dog-ears
and underlining that could never
encapsulate the whole story,
so many notes scribbled in the margins
I can hardly read the original text
maybe we were destined to
fall
apart
maybe we were blinded by the colors
we saw in each other
hues we were hoping to see in ourselves
like your old favorite sweater
that I borrowed and never returned,
it still smells the same, feels the same
but there’s that one loose thread
at the center that has the power to unravel
the entire piece
maybe we were destined to fall apart
but last night I dreamed you were still mine and
I woke feeling like
maybe all these metaphors for loss
are just chapters of someone else’s heartbreak
I read about in a book
or a piece of someone else’s clothing
I tried on
that never quite fit
I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.
I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.
This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.
When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.
And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.
It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.
If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.
just thinking about how binghe had no idea that without-a-cure even had a cure and he spent all his years as a disciple thinking his shizun would at best be disabled for the rest of his life and at worst die a slow and painful death, and it was to save him.
I want to talk more about Rogue. How she’s left a queen over a broken dream, wearing a crown over a broken ideal and so many deaths.
I think Erik knows. I think his heart aches. Because he’s lived with himself and his survivor’s guilt throughout. And he’s inflicted that on her.
I wonder if she understands. I wonder if she knows the reason why she was the right person for Genosha. I wonder if, once the pain in her heart quiets down, she will truly understand Erik’s ask and the responsibly he needed to share with her. Because she is better than him. Better than anyone who’s only known how to play on just one side of the fence.
Because she is the only one strong enough to overcome.
Everyone is so focused on Magneto and Gambit and what they did. It was astonishing. But we need to talk more about the ones that are left with the excruciating task of having to rise up from the ashes and fill the void.
seeing lewis at mercedes recently is heartbreaking for so many reasons because what do you mean he loves this team unconditionally, has the biggest smile on his face around the team members, posts gutwrenching instagram stories saying goodbye and explaining how much he'll miss the team and mourning their time together, takes them bowling every time they're in japan, does silly bonding activities with them, calls them his home and his family, wanted to retire with them and then stay forever as an ambassador and in return he gets nothing but emptiness, twisted set-ups, tyres that aren't at the right temperature, experiments, casual disrespect, a horrible car, a hot seat, no real information on the radio, bad strategies, empty platitudes and sniping words from toto that show just how little the 6 wdcs and 8 wccs and the 12 years mean to them. and still he says they were his family and he loves them and will always treasure their time together and it breaks my heart
Another cute little grumble. Falin finally opened the door and slipped the key into Marcille’s pocket, gently nudging her towards the doorway. At first, Marcille did nothing—then she sighed and shuffled herself around Falin without letting go, hugging her from the front.
“S’not fair…” Her ear was bent right along the line of Falin’s jaw, the springy bulk of it tucked underneath and against her neck. “Why’d you have to go and grow up so much…?”
And Falin couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as she hugged her back. Marcille had been distraught about being the shorter one ever since it happened, so Falin had always tried her best to hide how much she liked it. How much she loved being able to look down at Marcille’s big and expressive eyes, fit the small elf into her arms in a complete reversal of those first few years they had known each other. How full it made her heart feel, to be able to tuck that head of devotedly braided hair into the crook of her neck, to safely cradle that delicate frame in its entirety.
it's strange to me when people think that maki relapsing and trying to kill kokichi in chapter 5 is bad writing or her being a cold bitch or whatever when it's like, she's been trained to kill without hesitation since she was 10, she thought kokichi was a remnant of despair and the mastermind, AND he put the guy who's been trying to teach her she's not just an emotionless killing tool in a scary room.
not to say this was a GOOD decision on her part, but i personally find it to be very understandable that she messes up here and it makes me like her way more...
tldr: i fucking love when my favorite characters make terrible mistakes that harm them and the people they love
But it never is, losing Church is never easy and he’s mad about it.
Because Church is always the first to leave, always the first to die, always the first to disappear. He’s never there when he needs him, never sticks by his side when it really matters.
And it burns.
Because he’s watched Church chase after Tex for years, watched him run himself into the ground, dig his own grave just for a chance to be with Tex a little longer and Tucker knows Church would never do the same for him.
But even though he’s always left waiting, even though he’s always the one grieving, even though he’s always the one left behind to pick up the pieces he so carelessly leaves behind, Tucker will always miss him.
Tucker will always miss Church even when he doesn’t deserve it and he’s furious over it.
THEY CAN'T FUCKING BRING OUT AN ANTI-HERO ARTEMIS WHEN I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF STUDYING FOR FINALS!!
WHAT THE FUCK, DC?!? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS?!?
oh i am so excited holy shit. am i the only one getting slade vibes from her?? because im getting massive slade/rose wilson vibes from the single eye cover and im wondering if artemis is a plant, someone unconnected from slade who wouldn't be considered a threat, to go undercover and get close to the titans. this is also like, high-key a chance to make jade and artemis sisters and/or half-sisters in canon which would be neat. i know comics fans aren't huge on changes to the canon based on outside things but making them half sisters doesn't really change jades backstory, nor artemis'.
[ID: a panel sequence of young Dick Grayson just two months after his parents' murders. He's sulking at the dining table in the grandiose Wayne Manor. The dinner is taking place in front of a lit fireplace that causes the entire room to have a soft, bronze glow to it. The table itself is long and decorated and Bruce Wayne is sitting on the opposite end of it. Alfred Pennyworth prompts, “More mashed potatoes, Master Dick—?” But Dick is too busy thinking about a young criminal he ran into when he snuck out earlier. He quietly mutters the taunt she told him, “‘Spoiled brat in a circus suit’—?” Alfred asks, “Was that a yes or a no?” The pouting child brusquely tells him, ”no,” which causes the butler to clear his throat. Dick begrudgingly corrects himself, “No thank you, Alfred.” Alfred responds, “As you wish, Master Dick.”
But Dick is already uttering another taunt under his breath, “‘Lap of luxury’!” Bruce leans forward slightly and asks if everything is okay but Dick dismisses his concern. He excuses, “I'm... I'm not very hungry, Bruce. Is it okay if I go to my room?” Despite his obvious qualms, Bruce awkwardly smiles and replies, “Uh... Of course. Certainly.” Dick gets up as Alfred tells him the food will be in the refrigerator if he gets hungry later but Dick just ‘uh-huh’s him as he walks away. With the child upstairs, Bruce immediately stands up and paces. He stops in front of the fireplace and stares into the blaze as he monologues his worries, “Maybe this was a mistake. What in the world made me think I could raise a boy? I don't know the first thing about it! I've always been a loner! I don't have the knowledge... or the disposition... to make this work.” Alfred wryly asks, “Are you addressing the fireplace, Sir—or me?” But Bruce stresses his demur without looking at him, “His parents are dead, Alfred! What gives me the temerity to believe I can replace them in his life?”
Alfred solemnly reassures, “I asked myself the same questions once. What in the world did a butler know about raising a young man who'd just lost the two people he loved most in the world? But strangely enough, Sir—I adapted. I learned. I learned because I wanted to... Because I cared. And... despite some difficulties along the way—I think the young man in question turned out splendidly. And I think Master Dick will too.” Bruce doesn't say anything but he his eyes closed in thought as Alfred talks before looking at him with a soft smile. He straightens his posture when Alfred finishes and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently grateful for the man's fatherly reassurance and support once again. END ID]
The Invisible Clubber........................
SMILING. CAN'T STOP SMILING. LIFE SO HAPPY. LOVE. LOVE LIFE. BEAT GETTING FASTER. CAN'T STOP SMILING. NOW JUST HARMONY. NO BEAT. MELODY. STOP MOVING. SMILE TO THE SKY. ALL STANDING STILL. BEAUTIFUL. NEVER BEEN SUCH HARMONY IN ALL HISTORY. WANT TO KISS EVERYONE. THEY WANT TO KISS ME. BREATHE IN. BREATHE OUT.................
Sebastian's Story..........
Sometimes I wonder what it'll be like to die. I'll find myself drifting off, staring at something, anything and I'll stop blinking. I feel my whole body slowing down... My heartbeat... And I wonder how long it'll be broken
*Sorry that I couldn't find the source where I got this from and have no idea when this was released. If anyone has the link I will be very glad to insert it!