/rawr

Deepsing for graet justice, RPing like a baws, queerer than a three-dollar bill. Transformers shitposting/fic-writing blog at @soulsteel!

[worthikids]

Jason & Friends

[monsters-conquer-the-world]

ALWAYS REBLOG

[avenuequed]

Jason doing ASL is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen

[natalieironside]

they said i could be anything i wanted to be so i became a nuisance

[mobylace]

It’s like this

[puppygirlbelly]

Reversed version so you and your mutuals can bonk back and forth.

[the-adventures-of-dave]

My favourite genre of photo is “cat mid-yawn”

[timsforeverhome]

[followthebluebell]

[slashrawr]

[moonstoast]

—about god

[funnytwittertweets]

[beyondthisdarkhouse]

[image description: Tweet from Janel Comeau @verybestllama which says: "Oh the one hand, small-scale subsistence farming is such a uniquely miserable lifestyle that escaping it has been one of the primary goals of mankind for the last 10,000 years. but on the other hand. homesteading does look very cute on instagram." End ID]

[beyondthisdarkhouse]

Now I'm gonna explain the tweet.

"Subsistence agriculture" means "growing enough to subsist, or stay alive, on." It means you grow what you eat, build what you live on, and you mostly do not trade or barter with the outside world for the necessities of life.

This is not ALL agriculture. The vast majority of farmers may keep some of what they grow for personal use, but they sell the rest of their crop for money, and use money to buy most or all of the food they eat. There are also more successful attempts at large-scale subsistence agriculture, where communities aim to work together to meet their collective food needs.

My family ran a mixed farm for ten years. We had field crops, a vegetable garden, livestock, and poultry. We frequently ate food we had produced (and loved it) but only ONCE did we ever achieve a family dinner where every piece of food on the table came from our farm. (Except the bread, I think. We didn't mill our own flour or keep dairy animals.) Most of the time, we shopped at a grocery store for the bulk of our food.

Subsistence farming is the ideal people have of being "off the grid", where they are totally self-reliant and do not turn to outside sources of sustenance. It's a nice dream until you live it.

Subsistence farming means that if you do not succeed in growing everything you need, you have no food. In which case you'd better hope you have some outside source of income! Hope you can manage another full-time job on top of farming!

This matters to me, I am angry about this, because I am disabled. I'm just constantly tired and constantly in pain. It is extremely hard for me to do enough work to earn a decent income. Like many disabled people, I do not get enough in government benefits to live on, and therefore frequently struggle to afford groceries.

And do you know what everyone wants to "empower" me to do about that?

GROW MY OWN FUCKING FOOD.

I'm too disabled to hold down an office job. If you paid me to spend 40 hours a week sitting at a desk and and doing whatever I wanted, I still couldn't do it and I'd be in even more pain than if I hadn't tried in the first place. When I buy into a grocery co-op and receive discounted groceries, I'm frequently not well enough to peel, chop, cook, strain, and generally turn then into food quickly enough before they go bad while refrigerated.

And people think that before I receive those groceries, I should also have to GROW them—in a country where our growing season is 120 days long—where I have fucking struggled to bring a couple of tubs of flowers to bloom before the frost kills them.

The solution to urban poverty people are really excited about is community gardens, which in my neighborhood frequently end the summer barren and blighted, because as it turns out keeping food crops alive, much less productive, is really fucking hard, and maybe if someone gave us enough to buy groceries with we wouldn't try to make it through the winter on TWO POTATO PLANTS AND A PEA VINE

Agriculture is amazing. Gardening is amazing. Animal husbandry is amazing. I would go back to living on a farm in an instant if I could.

But I would really love for people to stop being horny for ALMOST FUCKING STARVING as the solution to society's ills.

[slashrawr]

I know this is a slight tangent, but one of the other major fantasies of homesteading is the whole "wood-burning fireplace" thing. I can tell people who go on about that have never had one as their primary source of heat because they do not know how fast a wood stove goes through wood.

A cord of wood is 128 cubic feet. That is a pile of split and very closely packed logs that is four feet high - so chest-height on an adult - twenty-five feet long, and consisting of logs sixteen inches in length. That is hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of logs - all of which must have been downed six to twelve months prior to burning - to cut, carry, split, stack, and then later carry inside no matter the weather conditions. The whole family did that, including my sister and I from second grade on.

The one year - the ONE year - my mother's shoulder gave out and we bought firewood instead of gathering it ourselves?

We bought five cords of wood and needed to buy one and a half more before winter ended, and that was not a particularly bad winter. And we were extremely experienced with our stove - it was a lovely Kodiak Stove that radiated heat extremely well, and we banked our fires properly at night and stoked them in the morning. We weren't wasting this stuff, we just lived in bumfuck Appalachia and it was cold.

Now imagine having to grow enough food to live on on top of that.

There's a reason Ma and Pa Ingalls had a coal stove, and a reason I love central heating. I'm just saying.

[punkbarbarian]

fuck terfs!

[pairspalace]

it’s fuck terf wednesday! Remember to ridicule the TERFs in your local area.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Today's Adventure is that I, after an unintentional 13-hour power nap,

Got woken up at 6AM by a phone call from a friend stranded in Montana because of the heat wave and almost no cell service because of their crap provider.

OhSoThat'sHowIt'sGonnaBe.jpg

Ok.

I somehow summon a week's worth of spoons and in less than 30 minutes and 5 phone calls, get them

A hotel

An appointment with a mechanic from 2 states away

A perscription refilled from 2 states away

and A Pizza

Go me.

But then it's 8AM and there are unscheduled live humans at the door and while EVERGENCY MODE is still on, I have already blown through a ton of spoons, and also probably shouldn't meet whoever it is wearing just a pair of bootyshorts that say "CRYPTID" in Gothic Font on my ass.

So I greet them in those shorts and a T-shirt that I manage to put on both inside out and backwards

#nailedit

It is, Fortunately, not the mormons.

it is, Unfortunately, two UPS guys trying to deliver my other in-house friend's new phone except the new guy doesn't know how to operate the "sign for package" device, and the old guy that's supposed to be mentoring him is like, 92, deaf as a post, and doesn't actually know how to operate the device either.

by the way

it is already

over 100 out

it takes almost 30 minutes to sign for the phone

when i get back inside, i discover that apparently the Corgi has learned how to open his kennel from the inside because he is now out of the kennel and waiting for me to come in.

he also has cat litter all over his face because while he was waiting for me he also learned how to open the baby gate to the cat's room and help himself to a cat shit breakfast.

He'll be fine

He's a cattle dog, they're legally required to have at least 1 really disgusting snack they love.

but

more to the point

i have no idea at what point he learned to open his kennel from the inside

has he been staying there out of politeness this whole time??

And

I got other shit to do today.

namely.

I'm seeing a realator

The Devils most pathetic yet effective demons

I get a reminder text that I have an appointment with her

at least

I think that's what it is because what she sends me is: "🏡⏰12:00 ❔"

With the time typed in the middle like that.

She is, according to her profile, at least 80.

so I reply "😎👍"

and then she sends me a string of GODDAMN POST-MODERN EMOJI HEIROGLYPHICS THAT TAKE UP MY ENTIRE SCREEN.

She's on an iPhone so half of them don't even translate across platforms

It takes me half an hour and three different software programs and goddamn wingdings to translate, but she has sent me the address and rules about masking and not wearing shoes inside.

in emoji

instead of like

literally any other format

I am

FASCINATED

and simply must meet the woman so if I don't come back to update I got stolen by the fairies but I'm taking the Corgi with me as protection so I'll see y'all later.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Update:

It's not fairies

It's Doris.

might be about to get a sewing machine and/or start an ACAB riot.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Ok, so:

I'm going to see a prospective house because due to various circumstances, I'm probably going to be moving to the other side of a major metropolitan area in the next few months, but that's not important.

I get to the house

I get a text from the realtor

The realtor is not the person who has been texting me in emoji

The person texting me in emoji is the homeowner, who the realtor says will let me in if I want, she's running late.

Sure

Why not

I put Herschel on leash and go to the front door

As much crime as he commits at home Herschel The Hanukkah Goblin has terrific public manners, and is Very Cute so I'm about 90% sure the emoji fairy is going to let me take him through the house

Door opens.

90-something blue haired old lady with a spine like a question mark and glasses that could be used as telescope lenses opens the door.

"OH [Gallus]! How lovely to see you!"

This woman clearly knows me because she remembers my anniversary was last week and that my sister is back from Australia.

Problem is

I know about 500 geriatric ladies with blue hair, scoliosis and extreme prescription glasses, because I am a member of 2 quilt guilds, the scientific illustration guild, the rocky mountain SCA and stagehand for three different theater companies, so I know everyone's grandma and fuck me if I can tell them apart.

Wait

There's a quilt in thekitchen, visible front hall

I don't know faces but apparently I can recognize applique techniques at 40paces.

"...Doris? From SAQA?"

"YES! Who is this handsome little man?"

Herschel speaks enough English to know that "handsome little man" means "this person will feed me milk bones and bacon if I'm cute enough"

Immediately does a Sit Pretty and Shake.

Doris is bewitched

This is fine, but I also know I'm about to severely disappoint the realtor because there is no way in hell I'm moving into this House.

Because

The reason Doris is moving out is that her neighbor is a Cunt Magnifique and has been harassing Doris and everyone else to form an HOA and "improve the quality of our residents" because this woman has nothing better to do than be a racist-ass busy body, and recently, she's set her husband, a county sheriff on Doris, trying to bully her into signing paperwork and threatening her with legal action and writing her up for bullshit property violations

Ain't putting up with that shit

And neither is Doris, so she's selling all her shit and moving out to live with her grandchildren in Santa Monica.

But she's technologically impaired, so the only indication that there is an estate sale happening is a small paper sign in her front yard.

"Doris." I say, as Herschel makes himself comfortable on the couch for belly rubs and pieces of ham. "Did you tell SAQA or FRCC or anyone on Facebook that you're having the sale?"

"oh, I don't know how to do all that!" She sighs. "I tried to call the Denver post but they just put me on hold for ages..."

"Watch Herschel for 20 minutes and he's only allowed to have that one piece of ham."

Pics of everything

Address, time and pics to Facebook, both quilt guilds she's in, two more I have contacts for, nextdoor, and the local SCA discord for good measure.

It's 12 minutes and Herschel persuaded her to give him at least three pieces of ham.

He is petitioning for a fourth by doing a little puppy dance on the living room rug.

"OK, that's enough ham, people will be here in 10. Where is your cash box?"

Because apparently I'm running an estate sale today too.

It's fine :)

There's about 7 minutes of quiet.

Then

They DESCEND

The first on the scene is DeeDee, who doesn't believe in speed limits. She's arrived with a horse trailer. I remember that she is also moving.

"HI DORIS SWEETHEART WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS TODAY I WAS GOING TO TAKE ALL THIS TO THE GOODWILL HERE LET ME SET UP ON YOUR LAWN "

DeeDee is 73, and has a special spiritual bond with Hello Kitty. She weighs like 98lbs, dresses exclusively in neon pink sanrio clothes and the kind of eye makeup drag queens aspire to.

She also speaks non-stop at a volume normally associated with jet engines.

Half the horse trailer is already spread out on the lawn.

Doris is putting price stickers on stuff

Herschel is trying to tear open a bag of cotton batting.

This, and the arrival of approximately 56 minivans, five more trucks with horse trailers and Corgi Excitement Screaming alert Cunt Magnifique that something is happening outside.

Madame saunters off her porch up to Doris and Demands to know what's happening, you're supposed to notify the neighborhood and get a permit to-"

Doris, surrounded by her pack of silver wolves, shouts. "OH HELLO! EVERYONE, THIS IS MARCIA. I'VE TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT MARCIA." >:)c

... further details in a bit I think the Vikings are here.

[gallusrostromegalus]

~`* SOMEONE'S GETTING FIRED!!*`~

[gallusrostromegalus]

OK so.

You know those high school house parties you see in movies, where the person invites only a few friends, but those friends call their friends, and those friends call THEIR friends and soon like 500 people show up to one house and someone calls the cops and that one John Mulaney sketch with "SCATTER!" happens?

Old people will 100% do this too, except instead of a house party it's an estate sale on a wednesday afternoon and when the cop shows up there are lawyers present and he is in DEEP SHIT because his wife just spent the afternoon admitting to doing a bunch of wildly illegal shit on tape.

So when we left off, the party had really started getting underway, because Marcia the Cunt Magnifique had decided to crash the estate sale and whine about "we're supposed to coordinate garage sales as a neighborhood" and "your friends are blocking traffic on this cul-de-sac while nobody is home" weh weh-

DeeDee is about ready to throw hands but she is nowhere near the most dangerous of the Silver Silver Wolves.

That's Dr. Ruth.

Dr. Ruth turned 99 this year and went paragliding for her birthday

So you understand just how hard she goes

Dr. Ruth sort of hobbles over and point-blank asks "So I understand you've been trying to start a homeowner's association?" :3c

Marcia

Entirely misunderstanding how much danger she's in

Starts enumerating the TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS of trying to start one, because SOME PEOPLE DON'T RESPECT AUTHORITY and all the paperwork and talking to people and she even had to ask HER HUSBAND. A SHERRIF. To go around and hand people stuff to sign.

Some people, right?

Dr. Ruth nods. Some people. She agrees.

You know.

Her son is a lawyer.

Why doesn't she give him a call?

Marcia, a Moron: Oh that'd be great!

Dr. Ruth, hobbling back to Doris: "Don't worry. David will handle this."

Meanwhile

The Friends-Of-Friends and the Friends-Of-Friends-Of-Friends are arriving, lured in because they heard the words "Longarm Sewing Machine" and "Hand-made quilts"

Various factions present include but are far from limited to: -Probably Six Quilt Guilds -The Denver Art League -The Denver Leather League -The Vikings -The Klingons -The Colorado Wild Game Share -A Pack of Scientific Illustrators -A Pack of Assorted Scientists they brought with them -The Sheep Lesbians -The Horse Lesbians -Three Extremely Competent Finnish People (My Scientific Illustration Professor and her sisters) who immediately take over the estate sale and turn it into an auction to maximize profit and keep the taxes in order.

Someone brings two additional Corgi called "Cap" and "Bucky"

They are Pembroke Corgi, and weigh about 21lbs apiece

Herschel is a Cardigan Welsh Corgi and weighs 42lbs because he's hug even for a Cardigan, and is Delighted with his New Minions.

They worship him as a God and follow him around so every time he sticks his face in something two smaller corgi faces immediately follow, like some kind of adorable cerberus.

Pelts and meat shares are being traded out of the backs of trucks and vans

Someone is making bratwurst.

Intrigued by the Brouhaha, Doris' neighbors emerge.

They are also Geriatric and very nervous, because Marcia has been harassing them too.

They are telling this to the members of these factions that are also lawyers.

There are at least 5 of them so far and David isn't even here yet.

I realize my realtor isn't even here.

I decide to text her.

She is somewhere in the crowd and having a nervous breakdown because She's SO LATE!!!

Ma'am.

It's 103 out.

I was just handed a freshly grilled Brat

Some bitch is incriminating herself on the lawn.

Nothing scheduled is happening.

Come sit in the yard and watch the Corgis play on the Palyskool plastic slide set. They're disassembling it like tiny furry engineers.

Have a bratwurst.

One of the Klingons appears, having physically carried my realtor through the crowd, and gently deposits her on the lawn before handing her a Bratwurst.

Diane, the Realtor, is not much older than I am, and from the preppie swaths of society that has "Never had a dog growing up" and "Didn't Know People Could Just. Make. Blankets?" and "What is this? It's like a hot dog but spicy?"

She is having a LEARNING EXPERIENCE.

One of the Horse Lesbians comes over and compliments Diane on her Dior handbag.

Diane thanks her ans compliments the apparently expensive brand scarf she has on. Do you. Know all these people?

Horse Lesbian explains that she's part of the SCA, and what that is, and that why yes. Her girlfriend Tasha is an armorer. Yes like for knights.

More Livestock Lesbians assemble.

They are pulling off shirts to show off livestock and battle scars, and biceps.

Diane is LEARNING A LOT TODAY.

I am just getting everyone's contact info and making sure Herschel does not consume his weight in bratwurst.

BWOOP!

Uh-Oh.

Marcia's Husband is here.

I step out front.

He has used the siren to largely part the crowd and pull into his driveway but it has closed around him and there is No Escape.

He starts huffing and puffing about blocked traffic and permits and the like, but this is not his usual Can-Bully-Without-Consequences crowd.

These are Grandmas.

Veterans of the 60's protest front who never let up.

He's starting to turn bright red and looks like he's about to cry and I've got my phone out to record whatever Incident is about to occur.

-And a Mercedes pulls up.

It's David.

Dr. Ruth's son.

The Lawyer.

And I emphasize that The because David is not some mere ambulance chaser.

David is the guy that the state sends to prosecute Corporate Fraud and Organized Crime and Other State Departments.

David was part of the team that took down the CO Branch of the KKK.

David is all of 5'4", very round and a balding little man that looks like the Dictonary Definition of "Nebbish" that moves with such intense confidence and authority that he pretty much has the Pillar Men Theme Blasting behind him at all times.

So when he and three other lawyers from the state's office step out of the car

Mr. Sherrif goes from red to while like color-changing octopus and I am like 50% sure he shit himself.

Because what he and Marcia have been doing is Very, Very, Very, VERY, Fucking Illegal.

"mArCiA!" he garbles. "sHuT tHe fUcK uP!"

Marcia is standing in the middle of the cul-de-sac, having spent the last 3 hours recounting to anyone who will listen about the 'measures she's had to take' and now the 5 lawyers that were here are delightedly handing over the paperwork that she had forced on Doris and her Neighbors, and pointing at all the doorbell cameras and witnesses out to the state's top prosecutor.

Friends

I ugly laughed.

FOUR HOURS LATER: -Auction wrapped up with a solid $40K to Doris' name plus pending sales on some of her larger furniture and antiques

Plus whatever David gets in damages from the county sherrif's office.

Marcia and husband are fucking busted

Herschel spent all afternoon running around and eating snacks and is passed out on the floor

Diane is "meeting up with" one of the Horse Lesbians next week.

The sewing machine went to someone else but I did open my purse and found out Doris or someone shoved a bunch of cash in there.

I'm getting ice dream and going to bed.

[campyvillain]

i think if you go to a hospital to get like surgery or urgent care and something embarrassing or weird etc happens to you and a nurse makes a tiktok about how embarrassing or weird you were and makes fun of you, you should be allowed to sue them. like actually. regardless of if they mention your name or not. you should be able to sue them

[campyvillain]

when i was at the hospital recently i had a pretty heavy emotional reaction to a relatively “minor” procedure and the whole time i was thinking how ridiculous it must’ve looked in the eyes of ppl who’d “seen worse” than what i was going through and idk if my own fucking caregiver started doing a tiktok dance to maroon 5 or whatever describing my situation and saying that i was “overreacting” to it i would just start summoning evil shadow skulls everywhere. the need to publicize our own lives everywhere in every detail has gotten so bad that patients at hospitals don’t know if the people that are there to help them here are gonna air out their dirty laundry on the stupid dance app to potentially billions of strangers once they’re out of earshot. how is that not borderline illegal. it should be. just describing it makes it clear that this is one of the most morally bankrupt, selfish, privacy-be-damned thing a healthcare worker could do to their patient. like. how is it not a crime. it’s fucked.

[campyvillain]

while i’m here i think one of the most cruel things i’ve ever seen come out of nurse tiktok is the “trend” of making jokes at the expense of elderly patients with dementia especially the ones that need assistance from a caregiver to do “basic” things. they constantly make fun of them for not being able to go to the restroom or bathe on their own etc and i cant even imagine how heartless of a person you’d have to be to pull something like that. wow you made a funny internet video on a person you’re there to help live their day to the best of their ability as their mind is deteriorating and they can’t even do anything to stop you from making fun of them!!! yayyy how funny. how silly. are you enjoying all the likes you’re getting. all the other attention from people just as vile as you. is it worth it. go to hell forever this is depraved behavior that i can’t even comprehend. how do people live with themselves after doing this.

[guerrillatech]

[yuri-alexseygaybitch]

If you see an Irish person speaking on European C-SPAN you know it's about to be a banger

[liberalsarecool]

RNC wants submission, they have zero interest in unity and would proudly support the biggest looting of top secret intel rather than admit a con man was a con man.

[fandomsandfeminism]

They demand civility while having none. They demand bipartisanship while intentionally sabotaging any piece of legislation from the other side. It's a fun little game they play- playing victim and bully at the same time.

[wilwheaton]

Get fucked, fascists.

[slashrawr]

[slashrawr]

I know Summer in the Northern Hemisphere is nearly over, but for folks in places where things are not generally Unpleasantly Hot and Moist which may become Unpleasantly Hot and Moist due to climate change:

The murder rate is going to go up on hot days. I'm sorry.

Hot days make people's tempers short, and without AC people are driven outside where they must, unfortunately, gaze upon their neighbors. A longstanding debate about hedge-trimming, skateboarding, loud music, or prize peonies may escalate to violence in a way it never would in cooler weather. Similarly, something as simple as access to cold water from a hose or fire hydrant (remember, don't be That Guy - don't call the cops if a hydrant's open in hot weather!) may provoke a brawl.

Please be patient with your neighbors during hot weather. They're in the same state as you. Share cooling resources and check on the elderly and those with young children.

[super-sootica]

With so many elections coming up worldwide it's probably a good time to remind everyone that tumblr once got infested with agents trying to convince everyone not to vote, or not to vote left because the candidates weren't morally pure enough.

Also a reminder that they were better at tumblr than most of us, comrade interloper was great at memeing. Like, the talent!

Anyway don't fall for it. There is no morally pure option.

[tzikeh]

Vote for whoever can move you one inch closer to your goals. This is a long game. If there's a candidate who wants to move you a mile closer to your goals but they do not stand a chance in the general election, you vote for whoever can move you one inch closer to your goals. The time to vote for the "one mile" candidate in the primaries. Once you get to the general, you vote for the one who has a chance in hell of winning, or you're actively working against progress. 100% of the time, voting in a general for a "can't win" candidate because their beliefs align more with your beliefs is actively working for the opposition. There is no situation in which this is not true.

[gardnerhill]

One side is addressing climate change and raising the minimum wage and forgiving student debt. The other side are GODDAMN TRAITORS AND INSURRECTIONISTS and are openly removing women's rights, LGBTQ people's rights and VOTING access. But DO tell me again that Both Sides Are Just As Bad As Each Other.

[dduane]

Vote. Every time you don’t vote moves you closer to the day when you’ll never be allowed to vote again.

[abandonedography]

Tree coming out of an abandoned chimney (source)

[menacevessel-deactivated2020083]

Fortified combat tree

[wandering-worldbuilder]

Joint Dwarf/Elf fortress.

[brannonlasgalen]

Legolas and Gimli’s townhome in Valinor

[slashrawr]

Ah. So that's where the Wildstar devs pulled this outside-of-map feature from.

[myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom]

I've just changed my Twitter profile: I have now spent 28 years severely affected/housebound with Myalgic Encephalomyelitis / Chronic Fatigue Syndrome since age 22 (i.e. more than half my life).

[I first became ill at age 16, 33.5 years ago, but was initially less severely affected but was undiagnosed].

I'm one of millions around the world.

We need more public and private money to make research progress soon, the quicker the better: my life and the lives of others are passing by.

For anyone interested, here's a list of ME/CFS research funds: http://phoenixrising.me/resources-2/research-charities

Here's my story as told in the Irish Independent in 2015:

'No one chooses to have ME - everything changed when I became ill' https://www.independent.ie/life/health-wellbeing/health-features/no-one-chooses-to-have-me-everything-changed-when-i-became-ill-34153140.html

[neil-gaiman]

Hi neil!

I got into the sandman comics about a year ago, and then subsequently the show (which is just fantabulous), and after telling my uncle about it he sent me the Death volume (she’s been his favorite character for decades). at the end of the volume there was a comic where Death teaches the reader about AIDs and safe sex.

I was wondering what it was like to originally publish that comic, when (i’m assuming, i wasn’t born yet) they were such touchy subjects?

A friend of mine, Don Melia, had just died of AIDS. Before he died we talked and he urged me to do something to help. Martha Thomases at DC Comics and Alisa Kwitney then assistant editor on Sandman put us in touch with the right people, and got what I wrote fact-checked carefully by an AIDS organisation, and found the helpline and information that we put on the back of the original 8 page supplement (to comics) and handout (sent free to comic shops). A lot of comic shops got them to libraries, high schools, or gave them out to customers. It didn't seem like governments were telling people how to keep safe. We could and we did. I'm still grateful to DC Comics for making it happen, and to all the comics retailers who gave them out or distributed them to people who needed them.

[zarohk]

Just wanted to say thanks again, because reading that comic, and having my dad hand me that issue, in a way that framed sex education as normal and in parts funny, made it much easier to talk about sex and sexual health together.

Having that as a third-party we could talk (what Death says or what Neil Gaiman says) made the conversation less embarrassing, especially since you’re the exact same age as my dad. So yeah, thanks Neil.

[neil-gaiman]

I'm so glad. That was what it was for.

[objectlessondujour]

I grew up during the worst of the AIDS epidemic and before an elder could explain what I needed to know, they were dying of this disease.

There are plenty of other reasons that this lesson is still important.

My thanks, Neil. I am here in small part because of this sound advice.

[boku-no-meme-academia]

reader chan?

some of u dont know reader chan…i cant believe this…..

[boku-no-meme-academia]

i present to u: reader-chan