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at long last– WITCH’S FAMILIAR REDUX! y’all may remember a comic I did nearly two full years ago by a similar name… i decided earlier this year to redo it in my free time to see how much i’ve improved! here it is– the good ol’ story you love about a familiar stealing a human’s phone and the human and the witch subsequently falling in love– but prettier this time! enjoy!
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no joke who wants a date like this?
On this video and in this environment especially, all the “but actually stealing is bad” people need to shut the fuck up
Those people on the streets are being left to die right now. The people in this video are getting them masks, hand sanitizer, food, and more - the stuff they need to have a better chance to get through this
For fuck’s sake, if you’re going to use law and order to condemn people who are literally saving lives, you are a monster. Would you not do anything to save a life? Or is it just that you don’t see the lives of unhoused people as worth protecting?
They are stealing work hours from people and causing more people to be poor cause if this shit. That is what happens so fuck your idiot self. This isn’t Robin Hooding.
1. That isn’t true
2. You. are. evil. If you’re willing to let people die on the streets during a pandemic in order to get retail workers decent hours, you are a fucking monster and I have no qualms telling you that. Why do the retail employee’s wages matter to you more than the unhoused people’s lives? How many hours would management have to give to their employees for you to agree to put a gun against someone’s head and shoot? If you’re really dedicated enough to the law to leave innocent people to die then you’re fucking soulless and I refuse to try to reason with you
This entirely. I’ve worked retail, they never held us accountable for losses due to theft, and honestly how could they? Shoplift, help your neighbors, the whole system is set up to hurt all of us anyway so fight it!!
Literally when I was closing for w*l-m*rt electronic section I had, IN ONE NIGHT, 6 PS4 controllers ($60 each), 3 arcade machines ($120 each), and 3 home speaker systems ($500 each) stolen while I was stocking and helping other customers and I never, EVER, was held accountable for that despite being the ONLY person in the department that night. That’s aprox. $2220 stolen in ONE NIGHT, and it affected me in absolutly no way.
Stealing things that you dont need? Wrong.
Stealing from small, local shops? Not only Wrong, but massively a dick move, as this IS the situation where stealing affects employees directly.
Stealing from big-name franchise stores to help yourself or others, ESPECIALLY in times of need? Punk as fuck and totally right, dont let anybody tell you otherwise. They wont notice the shit missing, and even if they do? It wont be significant enough to even *begin* to make a difference to them.
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I’m at my dog sitting job in a pretty old countryside farm and the lady who does the cleaning up here told me this morning that there are old tunnels (now closed up) running from the house to the church (1km) and I did not want to know that
Imagine what could come from there? Ghouls, ghosts, vampires?
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Just thinking about people making year-end summaries of their accomplishments and also about reasons to keep yourself alive through the next year. Sorry, it’s a bit of a sappy comic.
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every time i see people trying to normalize fatness by sexualizing it i think of that post thats like “what are you gonna tell a fucking 12 y/o? dont cry dude youre so thick? stop it” bc like. truly. not only do i personally not want my body to be sexualized lol but also its so harmful to kids like?? being fat is normal in all contexts not just when youre in lingerie with a beat face looking pouty at the camera like can we talk about the variances in human bodies without resorting to making them normal only when theyre sexy, my god
I totally agree with this I remember being a kid/teen and having people tell me that I may find love some day because some people have fat fetishes. That is an absolutely awful thing to say to a person especially a child. Not everything should be about sex and fat people are wonderful on there own without being sex objects.
happy lesbian visibility day!! a lot has changed since last year’s art in the best way. give ur local lesbian money
This is literally the cutest damn thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing with my own two eyes
wlw getting all extra’d out in lingerie just to do cutesie swingdances is the mood for 20gayteen
This makes my heart so warm
I want vintage lingerie
oh to be two women in love living in a cottage. i go out to forage mushrooms and come back to my lovely girlfriend writing their book and the smell of my fresh baked bread. i give them a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek. the sunlight from the window warms my face but their smile warms my heart.
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once there was a witch who lived in the woods. she was ugly and mean and loud, as all witches are, and she never found love. the little girls of the village were warned of the witch, who was known to steal daughters. she would eat them, maybe, or destroy them in her experiments. they were not seen again in any case, so it was all true.
you learned of her by way of your mother, who had hair so beautifully blonde while yours was your father’s rusty brown. you learned of her because you had spilled the water coming back from the well. then you learned again of her when you talked back. then you learned again when you were caught with your fingers in a book, staring at the squiggles you did not understand. the witch, the witch, the witch.
your mother, it is known, was protecting you. she said she did not want you to be one of the girls that were stolen or hurt or eaten or all three. she said that girls like you are particularly likely, on account of being, she must admit, uncomely and unfortunately prone to curiosity.
at seven you told your best friend Patience: i do not fear the witch, but i do wonder how she finds girls. just that year she took a girl named Charlotte, who was lovelier than you by far, so you might have been next, had you not learned to bite back your retorts and stop making snide comments and to only read in the dark, where people could not see you agonizing over teaching yourself.
at fourteen you told your best friend Patience: i do not fear the witch, but i wonder what she eats when it is not children. patience laughed and said - like you, she eats books.
at sixteen you told your best friend Patience: i do not fear the witch, but i would like to see her, to know what she is like. patience has long, shiny hair, and lips so pink they are a sin, and always smiles when she looks at you, even when you are uncomely (as your own mother has admitted). Patience is like a bath of milk, decadent. she holds your hand and says do not go see the witch, for i could not stand if you did not return. so you do not go.
at seventeen, you and Patience uncover a book in the back of charlotte’s farm. shaking, the two of you say a spell over a bowl of violet water in the light of a full moon. the spell is a secret, and i will not write it, but when you come home, you forget the words, thinking instead of how patience looked, wild and grinning, her hands locked in yours, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. wild, untamed. your mother would say uncomely. for the first time, you wonder if the word means - to unbecome.
at eighteen, you told your best friend patience: i would not mind, being a witch, but she is alone. in a sob, Patience tells you: my father will marry me off next year. you both cry into each other’s arms. you have no marriage offers, for you are known to be too-much, a lady who is frightfully observant and clever, neither of which are appropriate behaviors. she sleeps in your bed this night, and smells of lavender. long after the moon rises, you watch her breathing. she wakes up from a nightmare and reaches out to hold you, tucking you against her so easily it is as if you have been displaced your whole life until now, and have only found home by the fitting of her limbs.
for a year, you spend like this. playing with each other’s hair and sleeping in the same bed like little girls. sometimes, when it is late, she looks at you, dark eyes all full and wide, you think she is about to speak. she never does, only reaches out and holds your hand.
on midnight the day before her wedding, she wakes you. i do not fear the witch, she says, for it is better to be eaten beside you.
you take her hand.
there are three witches who live in the woods. they are clever, and wicked, and ugly. they take girls and eat them - girls who would have been married, girls who would have been mothers, girls who like terrible things like asking questions and talking loudly and speaking back to their fathers. do not be fooled by the illusion they will help you - why, two girls from this very village ran off one night, and the witches disintegrated them. i myself found their clothes by the river, and when i turned i heard nothing but laughter, deep in the woods, followed by the scent of lavender.