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barrenclan · 1 year
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“Issue #19: Kindness for the Dying Is Easy to Spare”
It’s nice to finally be able to pay off the foreshadowing I’ve done for Wild Rose all the way since Issue #9. Poor Rosey, though; I didn’t expect to get so attached to her, and now I feel bad about killing her off. She’s also the first of the [spoiler name] characters to be revealed, so you can go look through her tag and examine all the previous posts I’ve made about her. 
Pinepaw also gets to learn more about Deepdark, perhaps more than he wanted. Maybe he’s on the path of something he’d not rather follow... 
This issue was also somewhat cathartic for personal reasons, so I appreciate it for helping me work through some emotions. 
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I LOVE WHEN THEY LET SUPERMAN CRADLE BATMAN FUCK THE UNDERARM CARRY
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dailydccomics · 10 months
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lolol Clark’s sucha ray of sunshine
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johannepetereric · 7 months
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WHY IS RYUGA BLEEDING FROM THE EYEBALLS?!?!?!
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Dylan Dog 19: Memories of the invisible
Thanks to @mayor-david-prentiss​​ for the translation and editing, and @MelethielM for betaing!
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womanmagnificent · 11 months
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“The last thing I wanted was to become a female copy of anyone- Especially you”
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astaldis · 7 months
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Nauseous - How to kill a troll
@whumpers-monthly
Fandom: The Witcher
Whumpee: Cahir
Caretaker: Geralt
Published: 2023-05-07; Completed: 2023-05-11; Words: 7,614; Chapters: 3/3
Summary: Geralt and Cahir go on their first monster hunt together, but not everything goes as planned.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Relationship: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Geralt of Rivia
Additional Tags: Trolls; monster hunt; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Post-Canon; Alive Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach; Witcher Cahir; Action/Adventure; Friendship; Vomiting
Excerpt from Chapter 3 - Toss a coin
"Cahir?" Carefully, Geralt rolls the young man over. His face is covered in blood and blood is still gushing from his nostrils in scarlet rivulets. He moans, then blinks his eyes open with an effort.
"Gods, are you alright, brother?" Geralt asks, worried. Cahir grunts and struggles into a sitting position, then suddenly leans to the side and starts to vomit violently. Geralt quickly puts his arms around his friend's trembling torso and holds him up while he is puking his guts out.
"Feeling better?" the Witcher asks when Cahir is done. Spitting out one last time, he nods faintly and tries to get to his feet. He is so shaky though that he has to lean heavily on Geralt to stay upright.
"What happened, Cahir?" Geralt inquires, picking up his friend's sword with his free hand. The torch has gone out. "Are you hurt?" Except for the heavy nosebleed, he has not detected any other signs of a serious injury on his companion. However, he might have overlooked something. Perhaps not all of the troll's blows missed their intended target?
"No, don't think I'm hurt. Just nauseous and dizzy. Damn—" He doubles up once more, holding his stomach while retching up mostly bile and the very last remnants of his lunch. "Gods, I feel like shit," he murmurs when finally the heaving has stopped.
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wakizashisteahouse · 1 year
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King Spawn #19 (Feb 1, 2023) | Guess Who's Back?
Writer: Sean LewisArtists: Thomas Nachlik & Von RandalPublisher: Image ComicsRelease Date: February 1, 2023Cover Price: $2.99 I bought the latest issue of King Spawn on Wednesday. Here is my short review. My Thoughts This issue begins a new story arc. It also features the return of two beloved characters who first appeared in Spawn #1 back in May 1992. That’s right, Detectives Sam Burke and…
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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get-in-the-carl · 4 months
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How soon he changes his mind on "you kill you die"
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barrenclan · 10 months
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I was wondering something about the title of issue 19, “Kindness for the Dying Is Easy to Spare”. Does it mean that it's easy to be kind when you're dying, or easy to be kind to someone who is dying?
It means that it's easy to be kind to someone who is dying, yes. Hence Pinepaw bringing Wild Rose the water and talking with her, although Cootstorm warned him against helping sick animals.
I find that it should be the easiest thing in the world; they're already going to die. It costs you nothing to be kind, and means everything to someone in their last moments.
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a word! Adventures of Superman vol 2 #7
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thegoldenreport · 2 years
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ARCTIC RED
Have you ever been led astray by white lights? Or what about the garbled whispers coming out of your radio at night? Have you noticed a rise in parapsychological disappearances? No?
r.e.m, thought resident of the Southern Moon district, tells her story.
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I was kidnapped fourteen years ago by my own mind. It found me asleep in the driver’s seat of a beat up PT Cruiser. Frigid and damp, parked on the edge of sunrise and sunset. A funny man met me there and tapped on the window, but I did not stir. He opened the car door and shook me hard, but I did not wake up. He screamed in my ear, but I remained asleep.
It was then that he shoved a red pill down my throat. The voice in my skull was now made audible. My eyes flickered. 
I was finally awake. The voice in my skull battered my brain with demands. Said we had somewhere to be, someone to meet and we were already late. 
My eyes flew open. We were going to the Arctic Red Café.
Headlights ran across the tree line in a flustered panic to get somewhere. Most had no clear destination in mind. We drove against the flow of traffic, headlights off. The voice in my skull controlled me completely. I asked him what the Arctic Red Cafe was. An experiment is what he said, where the end product would be my total restoration. Or at least to keep me alive...so he hoped.
We veered left off the road into murky waters. This was the entrance, said the voice. My eyes were flooded by the dark red liquid. I was burning up. I couldn’t breathe. But the voice in my skull reminded me this is where we needed to be.
Or else we could never get back home.
HAVE YOU CHECKED THE BASEMENT RECENTLY?
No.
BETTER GO DOWNSTAIRS.
This was the correct course. I couldn’t argue with the voice in my skull. A black wall suddenly moved and I saw the café for the first time. No one was there, but I could definitely feel them. Invisible, lethargic, creeping, looming. The atmosphere was blue like ice, yet I was so warm. The voice in my skull walked away, said he had to meet someone, but that he would return shortly.
I was left with them, sitting at the bar table in front of a wide, smoky mirror.
Be careful when you talk to them, the funny man emerged, taking a seat beside me.
Who are they? I asked.
Hypnotists. They’ll make you believe anything. He replied
I nodded and we stared into the mirror for some time in silence. There were shady figures already moving around us. Snickering to themselves. A breathless, lifeless laugh.
He sighed. Resigned. The light fell.
I never saw the funny man again after that and the voice in my skull never returned.
Since then, I’ve often watched my eyes for any sort of movement, while they run around and serve my twisted thoughts on a silver platter. Great service.
My mind is like a VHS tape on rewind, always playing back different parts of the story. Sometimes, I find myself asleep in the driver’s seat where it all began. And I wonder if I ever really woke up. Other times, I’m sitting in the mirror, still wondering, am I allowed to leave?
On occasion, something red will drip out the corners of my mouth. I’ll start to get scared. My eyes will light up. My heart will pound. I will frantically search for the voice that was once in my skull. I’ll almost find him. But then they’ll remind me that they killed the voice a long time ago. And they promised to take care of me. So I will go back to the barstool. The pounding will stop. The light will go out. And I’ll stare at my hollow face in the mirror, while my head fills up once more with distant static.
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