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My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.
Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.
I HAVE TO GO, a quick 3-pager about being very anxious at a party.
the oc is named Friday (they/she), and the comic takes place in my original world, Solitaire, a four-realmed system of worlds where all sorts of little guys roam. Friday is a Joker, a sort of creature from the world of Clubs that has a non-human form that is often activated by strong emotion :^)
who just sent me money āfor being perfectā
turns out boys r useful 4 sumthin
^ yup.
Reblog to let your followers know itās okay to send you $40 for ābeing perfectā
Iāll also accept $20 forĀ ābeing pretty okayā
Iād take $10 for āSheās alright most of the time, I guessā
Iāll take $5 for āsheās okay when sheās not posting stuffā
$2.50 for āCompletes autonomic biological functions adequatelyā
someone just sent me 69Ā¢ and you know what that means:
I will accept 10 cents for being a bitch
Maybe misusing the name of God isnāt so much about saying the shallow words,Ā āOh my God,ā as it is about using the name of God to justify discrimination, oppression, injustice, racism, slavery, xenophobia, poverty, sexism, islamophobia, ableism, homophobia, war, & the list can go on.Ā
Art tutorials by Disney artistsĀ Griz and Norm Lemay
After 20 painstaking years of research, Eva Ramon Gallegos, a Mexican scientist has finally developed a cure to eliminate 100 percent human papillomavirus and prevent the spread of cervical cancer among women. (x) (x) (x) Yāall they cured HPV
Yet Trumpās America wouldnāt want you to hear about this nor help it go mainstream
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no one looks dumber than a guy who calls a girl ugly after he was just hitting on her
a guy who calls a girl a whore for not sleeping with him is a strong contender
Clint, Justin, Griffin, and Travis for EW
Animation art by Studio Ghibliās Hayao Miyazaki and Isao Takahada for a proposed but unmade PIPPI LONGSTOCKING film, and for PANDA! GO, PANDA!, which grew out of it. 1970s.
my favourite photo of jake gyllenhaal
I'll never forget my first pride.
I can't remember my actual age, but it was in the range of 10 to 13 I think. my parents had dragged me to a Pride festival, and walked across the street from the main event, across where the lines were drawn, to where a sea of people in red shirts that read "god has a better way" tried to drown out the celebration with speakers blasting christian music, and shouting and loud praying.
the leaders pulled all us kids to the side and gave us the spiel. they told us how the rainbow had been stolen from us, and that these people were tricked by the devil and just needed prayer, but that if we didn't save them, they were going to hell.
I rolled my eyes because I already didn't believe in god, and although I barely knew what being gay was, I knew my parents were usually on the Wrong side of things, and I shouldn't be siding with them.
"We aren't allowed over there if we're wearing the red shirts," the leaders told us, "so we're sending people over in secret without them so you can pass out tracts and pray for people. they won't talk to us, but they'll talk to the kids. does anyone want to volunteer?"
the people in red shirts disgusted me. the people on the other side of the line were cheering and having fun. I raised my hand.
we were supposed to go in groups with young adults, to make sure we were doing what we were supposed to be. I wandered off the minute I could and stood nervously at the edge of a crowd, watching on as people went by, happy and unbothered by the protests across the street. I felt a little pride myself in tricking the protestors into giving up a witness spot to me, when I was going to smile on and think profanities at god instead.
there was an older woman standing outside the crowd too. she asked if I was here with anyone, a girlfriend maybe? I said no, my parents were across the street. she nodded, and said she was here with her kid. a daughter, that she came to support, but couldn't keep up with in the crowd.
I almost cried. I told her how amazing that was, because I couldn't imagine my mother showing support like that to me over anything, much less something as serious as Being Gay. I imagined if I was gay, and at a pride event just like now, but this time because I Belong.
I knew automatically that my mother, without a doubt, would still be in the same place, across the street.
I got hungry after a bit, and tried to find a good food truck. I had a little money and I was unused to being on my own like this, but I didn't want to go back to the Other Side. I knew now without a shadow of a doubt, this was the Good side and that was the Bad side.
as I was eating the gyro I got, there was a stream of red shirted protestors trickling through; I had reached the end of the boundaries, and the protestors were allowed in here. I backed up a little, spotting my dad among them. I didn't want him to tell me to go back.
there was a line of women closing ranks around the Pride attendees, separating them from the protesters as they walked through. they spread their arms out and told every person the protesters spoke to that they were not obligated to respond, they could walk away and not engage.
my dad spotted me back, and made a beeline over. he couldn't cross over because a butch lesbian stood between us. I didn't know what those words meant, but I never forgot the buttons she was wearing.
he tried to tell me that it was time to go. "you're not obligated to speak to him," the butch said, cutting him off and edging further between us. I smiled at her, a little in wonderment. no one had ever told me that I didn't have to speak to my parents, or do anything other than blindly obey them. I watched my dad get held behind a line by a woman half his height, with no intention on letting him get to me, and I smiled and walked away.
I didn't have a clue who I was then, and I wouldn't for a good few years to come. but I never forgot the supportive mother, who symbolized to me everything a mother should be, that mine, for all her religious self righteousness, would never hold a candle to. I never forgot that she was the person I wanted to be, and my mother was the person I did not want to be.
I never forgot the butch who stood between me and my dad, and for the first time ever, put the idea in my head that I was ALLOWED to make my own choices in my beliefs, and made me feel protected in a way I hadn't known I needed.
the image of her standing between me and my dad, being a physical barrier to protect me against any potential threat, that inspired the image of who I admired and wanted to become. it inspired the version of me who could stand up to my dad - to the point that I could hold my ground and educate him enough that over a decade later, he walked side by side with me at a pride festival, with no intent of witnessing to or condemning anybody.
pride month may be over, but the impact this month and these events can have is so damn important. I became who I am because of two people I met at a pride festival. I'll never forget.
not to sound like a broken record but the moon is so beautiful. all she fucking does is glow and i love that for her
I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and saidĀ ālet me call my husband real quickā and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `āYou know that was probably a scam, right?ā and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If youāreĀ āscammingā me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money.Ā
āA scamā people are fucking wild.Ā Ā
This happened to me, too. A woman had used WIC for the majority of her stuff (which I say from personal experience is such a long and embarrassing process) and to buy the remainder of her groceries, which included diapers and wipes, she used a card, and it got declined. I bought the other $30 of her groceries because hey, Iāve been there, and now Iām not. She was extremely emotional and began to cry and even hugged me. My mom called me on the drive home and could tell I had been crying myself, asked what was wrong, and when I told her what happened, she berated me for being āduped.ā I couldnāt believe she could be so disappointed in one of her children for doing something- nice? Is that the hill you want to die on? Getting mad about people needing groceries?
I once paid for a womanās bill at the vetā¦it wasnāt a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she saysĀ āI donāt get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?āĀ
So I just told them to add the $20 something onto my bill, and I thought she was going to break down crying right there.
And I donāt care if it was a scam or not. Just do nice things for people sometimes.Ā
Do good recklessly.
I think āDo good recklesslyā would be fantastic word art to hang on oneās wall. Artistic people, go!
So this has happened to me but from the other side. Several years ago when my oldest was around three or so, I had my debit card decline at Walmart. It wasnāt a scam or a mistake, I was genuinely broke. Out of money. I checked my bank and discovered I had something like 7 dollars left to my name and a hungry kid and nothing to eat at home. So I sat there trying to come up with the best way to stretch that tiny amount of money to feed my kid. Not even to feed me. I can live on popcorn or something if I have to but my kid was three and he had to eat. So there I am trying really hard not to cry while I slowly take things out of my basket to get it down to under 7 bucks, when a lady tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and she smiled at me and started putting the things back in my cart. I opened my mouth to tell her that I didnāt have the money for them but she stopped me right away and said āDonāt worry about it. Itās gonna be fine.ā Then she handed the cashier her credit card and said āRing up all of it.ā My kid got to eat because of her. I got to eat because of her. I had laundry soap and deodorant because of her. She couldāve just ignored me silently struggling in that line. She couldāve decided I was a scam and gone home feeling good about avoiding being duped. But instead she chose to help me and she saved us. So maybe the person struggling in front of you is trying to put one over on you or maybe they are just sad and broke and trying to figure out what to do. You get to decide which you want to believe and what you want to do. But Iāll tell yāall, no one has ever been more beautiful to me than that lady in that line who saved me and my baby. Be like her. Be beautiful.
Do good recklessly
DO BETTER. BE BETTER. STRIVE TO BE BETTER.
DO GOOD RECKLESSLY
One time, my dad and I were living the grocery store and there was a guy outside asking for money to buy some stuff to take home for his kids. It was around Christmas time. My dad asked him if he could give him groceries instead of money, and the guy immediately said yes, so my dad gave him one of everything we bought (meat, rice, some chocolates, milk, oil). At that time, my dad hadnāt gotten his paycheck because the company he worked for was going through a tough time, but he didnāt care, he saw an opportunity to help someone and he did.
Another time, my dad gave 50 bucks to a guy who said he needed to buy medicine for his kids. I told my dad he was probably going to spend the money on alcohol or something, but my dad said that āwhether he was lying or not says something about HIS character, but hearing someone in need and choosing not to help when I have the means to says something about mineā.
I never forget that.
āwhether he was lying or not says something about HIS character, but hearing someone in need and choosing not to help when I have the means to says something about mineā
louder, for the people in the back
Part of being a Warrior is doing good recklessly.Ā
-FemaleWarrior, She/TheyĀ
@we-are-rogue
The furniture giant says it is "standard practice to fulfill orders for all customers."
Wayfair has sold $200,000 worth of beds and furniture to Trumpās concentration camps. Wayfair has refused to donate its profits to any organizations who are helping the immigrants who are detained in these concentration camps.
Wayfair is profiting from human rights abuses, and should be boycotted. Please share this story in your networks, so we can bring public pressure on this company to do the right thing.
Iago, my half orc necromancer!
Itās been a while since I played him, the campaign was a one-shot and it was years ago, but heās still one of the characters Iām more attached to. I love him to bits.
Heās very gay and very shy.Ā
[ Please do not use this illustration for your own projects. Do not repost my art anywhere. Do not tag this illustration as your oc/project, please respect my work! Ā ]
