a friend saw this and said i had amazing dedication to a shit post
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rose lalonde be like ‘i am so qualified to assess other peoples mental health because im the most mentally sound person to ever exist’ right after she does the most mentally ill things ever
also i completely forgot to post this i drew it like last month maybe
ALSO i really dont like when people make earth c postcanon fan content where they make rose a therapist . like i dont know how to word it but she should NOT be allowed to be a therapist at ALL shed like tell her patients that theyre going to die in 3 days because shed think its funny .
posting regular art tomorrow (rose again)
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I strongly agree that there are world events that deserve much more news coverage and resources than the Titan because frankly it should’ve been immediately assumed they were dead when sonar couldn’t find them and communication was lost.
However, I don’t necessarily think it’s fair to compare the EU coast guard and the US and Canada's various first response teams that responded to the Titan. Because they’re separate entities.
Do I think people should care more about the refugee ship that capsized due to alleged incompetence of the coast guard? Yes. I do. And I hope more survivors can be found because that was a genuine tragedy.
Do I think that it should be getting the same kind of attention as the Titan? Not really. Because people are just memeing on the Titan, and the average tumblr user has around $0.20 to their name and maybe 400 followers so this isn’t a very good platform for getting meaningful help for those affected by that situation.
This isn’t even a “you can care about two things at once” situation, because again with the Titan you should be very amused by 4/5 of those deaths whereas there’s nothing funny about what happened to that fishing ship. These are very different niches in cultural awareness and your ire should be towards media companies over random people on social media.
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there’s no way some of you guys are completely misinterpreting what i said in the first panel of that comic omg.... it’s not that serious. i don’t drink alcohol because i don’t like it and my parents know that. if i ever change my mind it should be my personal decision and not another person’s ESPECIALLY if that person is some stranger online. i’m not some teenage alcoholic who gets shitfaced every time i go out just because i’m “rebellious” or something. stop assuming things about me or the people in my life if you don’t even know me
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sometimes i get really sweet and completely sincere comments to the effect of, like, "whoa, i can tell there's Themes happening here and that's very cool but i have no idea what they are..." and i am cradling those commenters so gently in my hands. you can do it. tell me the themes!! i believe in you!!
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I had these weird recurring dreams I had in middle school that I mostly forgot but kept using as fuel for melodramatic daydreams where I was a secret agent slowly dying by poisoning or just me, a kid, dying slowly of brain cancer and it took me like most of a year to figure out that the reason all those angsty middle schooler daydream scenarios I was playing out in my head in the car or in bed at night had a strange edge of deja vu to them because they'd started out as barely remembered dreams. I think it clicked when I was sitting in an airport waiting to board a redeye flight to visit family. there's a certain feeling about sitting in an airport when it's dark out and you're tired. everything is a little bit off. it's a liminal space by definition but as a kid it has a strange melancholy to it that somehow I felt like I'd felt before, and it scared me. it wouldn't get out of my head. I didn't know it them but I was about to spend that entire trip, nearly two weeks, locked in that strange melancholy deja vu darkness. and the thing is that a part of me enjoyed it. was compelled by it. I was scared but it wasn't in a bad way. I called it bad dreams because I didn't have any other words to explain why it made me nervously excited to daydream my own death. it was a feeling of mystery, almost, and bittersweet. but the sweet in that word comes at the end. it was melancholy and I felt like I'd been there before and would die in that feeling. but I always wanted to know more about it. always wondered about the strange recurring dreams and imaginary worlds they sparked. there was always something fascinating about those to me. it always struck something in my emotions that nothing else really can.
and that's what listening to Circa Survive feels like to me
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