The War Room

Spirits in the outer darkness. 

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Republicans: lol yeah about that trial. It’s not gonna be fair or anything, we’ve already made up our minds and there’s gonna be like, 0 witnesses

Democrats: oh? Ok then. If that’s the case then I guess we’ll just hold on to these *pockets articles of impeachment*

Republicans:

FLIP

THE

FUCKING

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Here’s how you register if you’re not: https://www.vote.org/register-to-vote/

Here’s how you find your fucking polling place: https://yourfuckingpollingplace.com/

If you have time, register for an absentee ballot in your state. That way you don’t even have to go to a polling place, you just have to fill it out and mail it in on time. 

Gen X, Millennials, and Gen Z outnumber Boomers. More of us are Liberals who care about each other and social safety nets. More of us give a fuck about the future because we have to live in it. 

Flip the Senate. Fucking Vote. It’s so goddamn important. 

Aries: At first appears shy, but is actually fiercely protective and outgoing, all they need is to feel comfortable and they’ll come out of their shell. Lots of wrestling and neck kisses, able to unhinge her jaw like a snake. Constantly devouring small animals whole when she thinks you’re not looking. 

Taurus: Quirky and fun. Lots of hand holding and tight tight hugs. Can sometimes have difficulty voicing how she feels, and so shows affection through actions rather than words. She only feels comfortable speaking in words she has stolen from other lesser girlfriends. Wants her mouth back.

Gemini: More controlling than some people would like, knows all your casual little kinks, idly plays with your hair. Playful bites. Intense skincare routine, made of porcelain, joints bend backwards. During quiet moments you catch her staring dreamily at you.

Cancer: Big sweaters and warm drinks. Constantly wants attention in small ways. Would prefer to just be in the room with you whenever she can. Wants to play video games with you but her claws make it difficult. Sleepy a lot, especially during winter and rainstorms. 

Leo: Always taking pictures with you. Super outgoing, loves to show you off to other people, even when it can be awkward. Can be a little jealous, to the point of exploding into a cloud of sentient mist that only leaves bones behind. Never stops flirting with you.

Virgo: Eager to a fault, she never stops wanting to try new things with you. Impulsive and adventurous. Host to a colony of parasitic invertebrates that feed on knowledge. A knack for fixing things and a wellspring of trivia.

Libra: Charming as all hell, content with a simple, classic relationship. Lots of movie dates and night drives. Corny but sincere. Never sleeps. Confused by electronics. Always wearing the same set of clothes. Makes noises like intense radio static when scared. 

Scorpio: Hoodie thief extraordinaire. Tons of inside jokes. You feel like you’ve known her forever. Extremely knowledgeable about poisons. Two sets of eyelids. Asks a lot of questions about your blood. Always concerned for your health.

Ophiuchus: Sarcastic, wise beyond her years. No hair due to the burn scars. Good with her hands. Expert marksman. Handmade prosthetic arm. Wanted for piracy. Able to sleep pretty much anywhere.

Sagittarius: Constantly wrapped in a blanket. The epitome of netflix and chill. Can drink you under the table. A good listener. Overwhelmingly strong. Scars from where manacles were branded to her flesh. 

Capricorn: Knows a little bit about just about everything. Witty jokes and gentle roasting. Loves hearing about your interests. Pet falcon that watches you all the time. Every member of her family also has a surprisingly well trained pet falcon and owns the same curved sword. 

Aquarius: Competitive and carefree. Encourages you to practice your interests.  Bites her lip when she sees you. Infectious smile. Brags about you. Refers to you as an endovertebrate. 

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Halloween, but make it Gay 🎃🌈

I couldn’t find any gay Halloween merch that I liked, so I made my own!

Drew these designs for this week’s speedpaint in order to both celebrate Halloween and shine a light on the fact that it’s LGBT history month! 

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(If you like the look of these designs, you can pick your favorites up over on Redbubble!)

“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

Aries: A simple zinc ring that denotes membership to some exclusive group of academics. Your fingers idly pass over the simple grey stone as you watch the reflection of the moon in the fountain below.

Taurus: The only relic of a once-illustrious bloodline. An intricate braid of wires, the tiny thorns dig into your flesh. 

Gemini: A ring carved from elkhorn, the craftsmanship is rough and unpracticed but done with incredible care. It is inscribed with a name in a script you don’t recognize.

Cancer: A ring covered in regular, square, faces, each inscribed with a number one through 24. It is made of shining black metal, the numbers inlaid with gold.

Leo: A thick steel ring. It is dented and covered in gashes, one mark seems to have nearly split the ring right through to the center.

Virgo: Composed of many different materials woven into a fine braid, all bound around a tiny circlet of red metal that seems to strain against the wires. Wearing it makes you feel restless.

Libra: A fossilized hatchling snake curled into the shape of a ring. The petrified bone is as hard as metal.

Scorpio: The ring resembles a finely machined gear, made of a metal resembling brass. The last of its kind, the inscription on the inside only carries meaning for you.

Ophiuchus: A simple band of silver, smooth and unmarked. One of a pair now separated. 

Sagittarius: A holy relic. A masterwork of precious metals depicting a prophet and their god. The ring itself is caked in filth, just retrieved from the sorry mire it was lost to.

Capricorn: A keepsake handed down to you. Not particularly beautiful or valuable, but conjures fond memories of home.

Aquarius: A tiny braid of coarse grey hair, surrounded by tin clamps. Wearing it feels wrong, as if you were sleeping in the bed of someone who could return at any minute.