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I just love it when things are earnest like everyone get more earnest now

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

lesbian scifi is so easy. here’s a woman in cargo pants and a tank top on a spaceship. are you with me

maybe it’s not even cargo pants. maybe it’s coveralls rolled to + tied around the waist. maybe she even has fuckoff boots

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle

i think as a writer, the older you get and the more you read, the more you realize there are very few actual truly bad ideas. which is a relief. but! the other thing you learn is that stories live and die on the execution and ha ha. lemme tell you. unfortunately. there are lots and lots of bad ways to execute an otherwise fine idea

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.

ughuhhuhuhghuhh the tangible realization of his mortal life ending right here right now, far from the echoes of his city sketched in the background, on a quest that never truly felt like his own, what if I CRIED

From the perspective of an outside observer, it seems as though being a fan of comic books is a form of masochistic torture

Every time The Comic Mutual gets online and liveblogs about reading an issue it's like "I swear to god all these authors need to put in jail I hate this everything hurts but at least there's Scrimblo Jeremy. I don't know how I would do this without Scrimblo Jeremy" and then you look up Scrimblo Jeremy and he's the third cousin twice removed of some iteration of Jason Todd