things I think about at night
- incubi who are all about the sex part but get really embarrassed when talking about cuddling and cute things
- ace people chilling with lust demons because they’re immune
WHY WOULD YOU TRY SUMMONING A DEMON FOR FUN THO NEVER DO THAT AGAIN
Tag: comic
source: robot-hugs
has anyone posted this yet? I love it!
This was perfect
i really feel like i learnt something.
Now you know the truth of what’s going through my mind at parties.
oh my gosh the last panel actually made me tear up
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I can’t tell you how accurate this is
This is a really good depiction of social anxiety because it focuses on inner states rather then outward actions. As someone very good at concealing his anxiety, I appreciate it.
My super-conservative devout Mormon parents (and society in general) have made a lot of progress toward acceptance since I first came out 11 years ago, and I’m genuinely grateful and impressed. But at the same time, I still feel a lot of hurt, and anger, and frustration at how far they (and society) still have to go. Sometimes it can be difficult to find balance between those extremes. It’s been mostly anger this week.
I’m a queer woman who has been with my female partner for almost fourteen years, a whole year longer than my mother has been with her second husband. I was BIC, and pretty much all my family on my mother’s side is still in the church, and, yeah. This is really super familiar especially that first one. My mother has denial down to a really fine art. I mean, I can actually have a relationship with her now, rather than the screaming, hostile homophobia from the early years (giving the missionaries my address every time I moved was a classy act, mum), but I just know that even though we never hide that we’re a couple, I think she’s taken the sexual and romantic elements of my partnership and put them in a steel box and welded it shut. Recently (as in, in the last year, when we’re in our thirties and been a couple since age 19), she said to my partner, “You’re a really good friend to Ruth,” which I’ve accepted is the closest I’m ever going to get to her approving of and accepting my relationship, which on the one hand, is better than me having to not take bathroom breaks when I visited in case she cornered my partner and told her all about how wicked she was and how she was ruining my chance of marriage/kids, but on the other… it’s erasure. And like any kind of erasure of identity, it really, really sucks.
BUSTY GIRL PROBLEMS
THIS IS AWFUL I’M NOT EVEN THAT BUSTY AND THIS IS MY EVERYDAY LIFE SCREW U BOOBS
Yup
TRUTH.
I want this written across my ceiling.
No. 169 – “Fedora Enlightenment”
The guys gets some unwanted advice on the art of women while at the bookstore. This is certainly a No Fedora/Brony Flex Zone indeed.
Apparently now that I’m not in school anymore I’m all about giant long-form comics.
Identity is a really important topic to me, and the trope of ‘finding yourself’ is almost as problematic and insulting to me as the trope of ‘coming out’.
I want to destroy the idea that some identities are less valid than others, the condescension that comes with ‘they’re just figuring themselves out’, and the insulting dismissal of identity exploration and performance in youth as being somehow not ‘real’, or as ‘attention seeking’. Fuck all of that.
And beyond the fact that ’inconsistent’ identities are really challenging socially, they ALSO carry these real, actual life and liberty risks; we’re expected to use the same name, orientations, values, languages, and identities across all aspects of our lives, we are expected to have normative identities that can be quantified and qualified and trust me, TRUST ME when a person is perceived as having inconsistent or unusual identities they are being flagged in all sorts of systems for extra scrutiny and action. I know this from experience.
So, yeah, this ‘one true identity’, this ‘finding yourself’, this ‘who is the real you’ stuff is bullshit. We are so, so much more interesting than that, and we deserve better.
This is very important to me as someone whose identity has changed a lot over the years – and I don’t just mean gender or sexuality, I mean everything. I am a totally different person than I used to be, and the world can’t really handle that. I’m not interested in my “profession” the way I used to be, and want to do something else. My hobbies has changed, dress sense, opinions on things like piercings, smoking, alcohol. Everything changes. Get over it.
This is amazing.
So I read this story and just HAD to draw it. I can’t even remember the last time I did a comic… It was so fun! I’ll have to do more. 🙂
Okay so imagine the villain has captured a girl the protagonist cares about and is all like “I’ll kill her unless you give me the macguffin!”
And the hero’s like “that will never happen! I love her and she loves me! Right?”
And the girl’s like “um…this isn’t the best time.”
And the protagonist screams she’s a friendzoning whore and abandons her.
And the villain’s like “fuck that guy” and teaches her how to walk in thigh-high leather boots.
knitting in the dark 