That Last Line Is Hitting Me In A Very Weird Way. Sad, Nostalgic Maybe

I drew this yesterday and I plan on posting again today to catch up. It was supposed to be a Nomu off of BNHA but I failed miserably also even though its inktober I didn’t end up inking it.

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

The Ghosts get tired of Phantom interfering with their fun and straight up asked him.

Johnny: What's your problem man?!

Phantom: You want to know what my problem is?

Phantom starts glowing: My "problem" is that you guys keep defiling my GRAVE!!!

Johnny: wha-

Phantom getting angrier: Yeah!! When that DAMN portal opened! It fucking teleported my bones all AROUND Amity Park! And when that FUCKING PORTAL STABILIZED.

Phantom flew up closer to Johnny and whispered: do you know what happened?

Johnny visibly backs up and shakes in fear: n-no

Phantom: That damn portal engraved my bones into the soil of Amity Park, with my skull being right above the portal where my grave was supposed to stay.

Phantom floats back to look down at Johnny before flying away: That is my ''problem'' Johnny 13.

After Phantom flown away, all Johnny can think of is "This isn't his Hunt" and "He wasn't being an asshole for no reason he was being an asshole because this is his grave".

I love that tge other cat was like sniffing and looking at the concrete trying to figure out why the fuck this cat was going ham XD

I'm re-posting this cuz I need to have this for forever, 🤣 this is straight gold

emperor kuzco was clearly gay

I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell

I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 

So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.” 

So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 

So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.

Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.

Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?” 

One thing able-bodied people don’t get is that sometimes your condition is in its best possible state. My chronic illnesses are incurable. They are progressive and that’s it. With that will come symptoms no matter what. And im very lucky with mine considering the progression of my condition. Frankly I think my mental health has been far harder than my physical.

There is this idea that fighting a doctor or racing through treatment after treatment may fix something. And sometimes it can. But sometimes the body and state one is in is the best it can be. No doctor is going to be able to change it.

A condition has symptoms. Very rarely does it not. And if the condition cannot disappear then neither can all of the symptoms. Improvement is possible - perfection is not. And for me right now; my body is as good as she’s going to be. And I need people around me to accept that so I can live my life free from their judgment and their shame.

It’s a hard fact to explain. And it’s a hard one to accept. But it’s the reality. 🌸

Based off of this post, the intermission part!

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Kid Leo au Masterpost

Leo unlocks a new power at the end of the events of the movie and accidentally reverses time on himself - turning him into a 5-year-old! She

It's really good you should check it out!

I once heard a quote by a dude named Alan Watts that went “A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So, he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusions” and now when I get trapped in an anxiety spiral that likes to pop in too