No Rest for the Wicked by Andrea L. Peterson
WHO HERE REMEMBERS THIS COMIC.
If you don’t, I recommend giving it a read! It’s very well-written, gets pretty dark but it’s also hilarious. Needless to say it’s one of my favorite webcomics.
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op turned off blogs on one of my favorite posts so here it is again
man inflation's hittin hard
They should give me an award for being a whimpering faggot
knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then
what if i wasn’t allowed to love you. what if i loved you anyway. what if you knew and i knew but we wouldn’t dare to take that step. what if we made meaningful eye contact as i knelt at your feet and devoted my whole being to you. what if i whispered your name for only you to hear
“my lord” is actually something that can be so personal
what if i said “my lord” but i actually meant “my love”
yo…. when jet breaks in the tea shop and accuses zuko and iroh of beinh firebenders….
do you think any of the patrons looked at zukos scarred face - obviously done by a firebender - and immediately think jet was an asshole? like
jet: hes a firebender!!!!
patrons, thinking about the backstory they concocted for zuko and iroh where their home was invaded by firebenders and they barely survived with their lifes so they could come and have a peaceful life selling tea in a city the war doesnt touch:
Jet: He’s a firebender!
The Patrons to the Tea Shop internally: You fucking stupid, sir? I think you might be stupid.
THE TAGS
He didn’t even use his own swords. He took them from a guard and the guards let him
“Your ‘found family’ was ‘found dead’ outside my junkyard last night, face down and ass up— the lot of them, with a red foam coming out of their mouths and anuses. It seems they were rifling through my dumpsters for some ‘Venezuelan Cigars’ as the kids call them nowadays, but since we don’t generally get organic waste like tampons, they had to make due with a couple of thermal fuses they found inside an old refrigerator. What they did next really defies logic, but the police lady told me it involved some sort of ass to mouth douching ritual. You can go ID the bodies at the morgue since literally none of these freaks had a next of kin, but I see you hanging out with them at the laundromat every fucking Thursday when I go in to do my loads. I get it kid. I see the pins on your little denim jacket. I know what it’s like, to not have a family of your own. So you have to make one. Out of the roaches and rats and dogs which crowd around you to lick at your sores. My mother died during her own birth. Then she missed mine, and my poor father passed away from the stress of bearing a child alone. He just didn’t have birthing hips like those women in musical.ly. All my siblings died during 9/11 despite none of them being within 250 miles of New York. Left little old me all alone, so I took my pansexual ass straight to Newark to follow my dreams of opening up the state’s first demiboy run junk yard. Every mook and mechanic you see lunking around here is 100% certified grade A demiboy. We screen them upon application and run them through rigorous Meyers brig testing to make sure they’re compatible with the kinds of toxins you can only find around broken down appliances and people who exist outside the gender spectrum. They’re my found family. And I would do anything to protect them.”
*turns around to unload an entire magazine into a stray dog that only just started to round the corner*
people love to complain about sex scenes in tv shows and violence in movies when the real danger is scenes that make you feel second hand embarrassment.
some vibes presented without elaboration
when the amazing devil said "i've held your hand since 1979" and "i chipped my teeth on every joke you cracked" and "you stole the best years of my life (i'll give them back)" and "you're the thigh-high hemline i just can't stop staring at" and when they said "your eyes aren't rivers there to weep but a place for crows to rest their feet"
and when the amazing devil said "she sang 'do you think i'm sexy?' and oh god i really did" and "you're not flawed, darling, you're just a little under-rehearsed" and "i've loved you for a hundred years (certainly fucking feels like it)" and when they said "and now, even though you're mad and these memories won't stay, that's okay, cause now i get to meet you for the first time every single day"
wait you understand that kinks are ok because they're fantasies that make you happy right? you all get that you don't need to have trauma for your kinks to be okay? right? like none of you think i witnessed a tragic accident on the pool toy assembly line right?
like "some people work through their personal issues with kink" was a good first step for some of the class that were struggling but i think now we're ready for "things that don't hurt anyone and make people happy are okay even if you personally think it's icky"
BECAUSE ROUGE THE BAT DRAWN AS WIDE AS SHE IS TALL WITH TITS TO MATCH KILLED MY GRANDMA, OKAY?
I love you people who show kindness because "it's what you're supposed to do". I love you people who show kindess because they like being thanked. I love you people who show kindness because it makes them feel good. I love you people who show kindness because they were shown kindness first. I love you people who show kindness for "selfish" reasons. I love you people who show kindness for the "wrong" reasons. I love you people who show kindness in a body that rejects the very notion. Your kindness is not any lesser because of its motivations. The good you added to the world is just as valuable as someone doing it for the "right" reasons. Your effort is seen. Your effort is valued.
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