can a ghost and a zombie come from the same person
Is this a comic? This should be a comic.
"no stupid, oh my god. no just… just turn… fuck. don’t wander over there, you’re gonna fall down the… aaand there he goes………….. moron.”
And then everyone the zombie kills becomes a ghost, and so forth.
Boys hurt too
i am absolutely terrified and horrified by this
that’s because with boys a chemical is released in their brain when they make the decision and boys are more likely to hang or shoot themselves, so it always gets done first try. Meanwhile, girls tend to cut and mostly take pills, a method easier to mess up and easier to be saved, thus more attempts and less effect.
Yeah, but boys hurt too
Also boys are a lot less likely to chicken out
Statistics say that more males go through with suicide attempts than females
You know how radfems get mad when guys “hijack a post”
"released a chemical in the brain"
androgens mask ‘classic’ depression symptoms, which leads to signs known as “male pattern” depression
Male pattern depression can include signs seen infrequently in women:
- Lower stress threshold
- Aggressive behavior or difficulty controlling impulses
- Irritability, restlessness, dissatisfaction
- Anxiety, especially in the morning
- Alcohol abuse or illegal drug use
- Excessive exercise or work
- Hyperactive behavior
- Eating too little or too much
- Antisocial behavior and/or pushing or testing social norms
This, by the by, is the cause of ‘the depression gap’. There actually aren’t more depressed women than men, it’s just that in men it presents as other disorders.
the other problem men and boys aren’t given the mental skills to impart their needs, let alone expect them to be met. It would help if people started giving a shit.
This makes me very sad. Especially since when a boy/man gets sad and/or depressed they are told to “man up” and “get over it”, which ends up in them bottling up and suppressing all of their emotions, which can have devastating effects.
- Mod Helga
It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.
Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.
Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.
Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.
Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.
If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:
My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.
If you are thinking of taking your life, call:
Isn’t it amazing how fabrics shrink when women put on clothes? Even armor, be it leather or full plate, seem to be capable of be reduced to fragments of its original shape the moment it ends up on a woman’s body in games.
And by amazing I mean insanely frustrating.
I’ve noticed this seems to have applied to so many RPG games ever since they started being released in 3D graphics. Back in the days when things ran on “paper doll” type inventories, it was more or less equal:
(Images from Ultima VII: The Black Gate)
While games that allow you to loot armor demand a certain amount of suspension of disbelief (or completely uniform sizes of all characters), nothing is more jarring than games where outfits change their complete design depending on who wears them.
Japanese child actress Mana Ashida (little Mako) was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.
My Neighbor Guillermo Del Toro.
If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.
im really mad at how accurate this is
A moment of silence for our fallen bearded brother who sacrificed himself for the sake of this disgustingly accurate illustration.
Is that even the same person
THIS one took a while. All of the alpha and beta kids, as well as all the beta trolls, humanized.
I adore this. Not only is the art style gorgeous but I mean…this actually makes my heart hurt. I want them all to have this chance. For all the trolls to be humans and for them all to live normal happy lives. I want them all safe and happy and friends.
I want Dirk, Jake and Equius to hang out. I want Rose and Kanaya to fall in love slowly and then fast and all at once the way teenagers do but forever. I want Feferi and Eridan to have a complicated relationship but still love each other in the end. I want Vriska to flirt with the boy she ‘doesn’t care about. No. What are you talking about? Pfft….Pl-please…” I want Gamzee to introduce his best friend Tavros to weed and Tavros to think Gamzee is pretty motherfuckin’ beautiful when he’s high. I want Sollux and Aradia to kiss every night. I want Roxy to drink at parties and kiss Jane when no one is looking and Jane to kiss her back and get her sober. I want Dave to be able to go to parties with his bro. I want Jade to be able to flirt with Dave. I want her to bring Bec to parties because she loves him so much she didn’t want to leave him alone. I want everyone to meet up every Thursday night for video games and Munchkin. I want them to go to the movies together. I want them to go downtown together and get coffee. I want them to go to amusement parks together. I want them to cry together.
I want them to live.
I want them to have the chance to do all this. Because I’m entirely too attached to this stupid motherfucking webcomic.
This is perfect.
i’M GOING TO CRY OVER YOUR COMMENTARY OH MGYD OGD