Restless in his pursuit of sleep, Kento tosses and turns in bed. The nightmares have left him gaunt, sleep-deprived, sporting bloodshot eyes and matching eye bags. Frustrated, he sighs and reluctantly gets up, heading to the common room for a some water. Expecting solitude at this hour, he’s surprised to find another student sprawled on the worn-out couch.
Initially, Kento had no intention of disturbing Shigeo, prioritising the value of any sleep he can get. Even if it’s bound to lead to a sore back and a crick in the neck the following day. That changes abruptly when a sound reaches his ears, causing all the dormant parts of his heart to constrict in sympathy.
After waking his underclassman, Kento steps back, his expression carefully blank. “It’s alright,” he says, voice slightly hoarse. When asked about the time, Kento pats the pockets of his sweats for his phone, and comes up empty. “Late,” he answers unhelpfully, with a light shrug. Yawning, he ambles to the nearby cooler to fill a cup of water for himself. After downing it in its entirety, he returns with a cup for Shigeo, nudging it into his hand.
“If you want to talk about it...” It’s not an offer he extends often, and he doubts Shigeo will take him up on it, given his reserved nature, but that’s okay. These days, Kento struggles to muster the capacity to truly listen. He turns his fading attention away, rummaging through the cupboards, and retrieves an old throw. Settling into an adjacent armchair, he leans back, eyes closed in another attempt to find rest. “You’ll sleep more comfortably in your room.”
That hilarious moment when the walls you put up to protect yourself from getting hurt ever again also hurts your ability to connect with other people because the walls are still in up even though you love and care about them but you will never let them know because eventually they will leave you so you have to be prepared for that eventuality and the only way to do is to keep the walls up and your foot already by the door because you can't hurt me if by leaving if I walk away first hahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha
northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me
What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
I want Toby Fox three years after the last chapter to make a game where it's just the Fun Gang going on a road trip to the east coast to go fishing. They raid a gas station on the way to grabs snacks for the road (and the lobsters they catch). Happy April Fool's.
chronic fatigue from mental illness and neurodivergency isn't something you can just will your way out of. your nervous system is part of your body. your brain is an organ. the fatigue is real. you're not lazy. so be kinder to yourself. be gentler with your bodymind.
Rick Riordan constantly trashing the movies for not sticking to his books then releasing a show in which he rewrites everything and loses the spirit of the books entirely
I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
A friend once told me that when they are struggling with getting laundry done, she pretends it is her sworn duty to smuggle the young prince out of the castle to safety, disguised in a laundry hamper.
Now, when I am struggling with hygiene, I pretend I am part of a village with an annual festival, and I get one day a year to spend luxuriously at a bathhouse in preparation.
What my friend imparted on me was the skill of turning mundane tasks into fantastical adventures to make them more compelling and bearable.
So next time you need to go on a mental health walk, maybe consider doing reconnaissance for a secret underground organisation.
Next time cooking is too much of a chore, consider you ability to turn space station rations into a feast to the delight of your crewmates.
I feel like there are a lot of people out there who needs to hear this:
If you dropped out of school because of diagnosed (or undiagnosed) ADHD, Autism, ADD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar disorder, psychotic disorders, schizophrenia etc… You did not fail. The education system failed you.