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it’s been years since i’ve first seen this comic and i still think it has one of the best punchline delivers of anything i’ve ever seen

eternal classic

By Korean artist Yang Young-Soon

the cursed amulet stays ON during sex

i know im the one who insisted, but now i feel like you're focusing too much on the cursed amulet during sex? im here too

you can stroke my neck without it being an excuse to feel up the cursed amulet....you can focus on MY moans of pleasure and not just the amulet's sinister whisperings...... be honest when u press your ear to my chest, are u listening to my heartbeat or are you & the amulet doing pillow talk without me??

sorry im absolutely too floored by the fact you just called me 'lizardsex' to give you an answer

This exact phenomenon is why there’s now a hyphen in my url.

IT’S MARCH

Uh… It’s still May…

It’s august

sometimes there's character interpretations where its like well i disagree but that's fine we just have different ways of seeing it. And sometimes i need to kill people

i firmly believe that one of the reasons tumblr latched onto project hail mary so hard is because we're all so obsessed with the dead wife trope lately and grace is his own dead wife. half of the book/film is grace experiencing a dead wife montage about himself and that's beautiful to me

In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.

tumblr-style performance art