Very Stupid Comic Based On A Very Stupid Tweet:

My life is complete

Saw someone mention in tags how Ford and Hiccup would get along well. And they were right!

I wonder what they're talking about :)

(Hiccup's dialogue is written in Cressida Cowell's Viking Alphabet runes)

TMA 1-5 Spoilers

(To say I was calm and collected while making this would be a lie)

A perfectly fine Jonmartin edit (absolutely nothing sad)

Song: First Light - By Hozier

I have two wolves inside me.

One is committed to learning moral ethics.

The other says “Ough, I wanna be him” to any villain that serves cunt.

hey check this out. *puts him in the fucking microwave*

It's official! We got the state of Kansas to formally recognize Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week this year!

February 18-24, 2024 DON'T YOU FORGET!

I mean what did he expect

Based on this post

Been thinkin' about them a lot

WE DID IT AROS!!!!

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

IVE BEEN FOUND

barnabas’s dirge