Legit Not One Hour In And. I'm Already Brainrotting Over These Hooligans

Legit not one hour in and. I'm already brainrotting over these hooligans

(im not even done watching the musical yet wtf-

O. O jesus

Onions.

tw: caps

So Context there’s this flock of crows that hangs in the field by my school and I wanted to start feeding them to have a giant frickin awesome flock of crows on my side

So I was researching what kinda foods are good for them and it said that onions could kill them in the same way for dogs, that is by

yaknow

rIPPING APART THE SEAMS OF EACH BLOOD CELL UNTIL THEY BECOME ANEMIC AND DIE. 

And yet the human stomach is just like “not if I digest it first”

Like JESUS, why are they so hardcore and poisonous and yet we use them just to accent the flavors in soup?

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My vision came back into focus. I shakily drew a breath of air as my body reformed, after being ripped apart over and over again. From within the storm of red and black, a winged silhouette trudged slowly towards me. I was shaking. I could hear my heartbeat. He gave me a strained smile, inky tears dripping from his chin. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"  I trembled. "Please, I don't.... I don't *know* what you mean! I'm not who you're looking for!"  He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. Then suddenly, he was in front of me, his fist clenched around my shirt collar. "Oh you are, you just haven't..." His form suddenly went shadowy, then reformed into a face that I thought I'd forgotten. His voice went higher, more shaken. His hair turned to a mop of yellow. "....looked hard enough yet," his new form finished, and suddenly, I remembered. I remembered looking through my possessed self's eyes, leaving a sobbing teen to die alone. "Blaise... Oh god, Blaise, I..." I muttered, tears now spilling from my face.  "You look pathetic," his shaky voice muttered, his piercing yellow eyes seeming to stare through me, even though they, along with the clenched fist he was holding me with, were shaking with hatred. "Reminds me of someone else I knew." Then he dropped me into the storm.

it late, monster ate, now for caffeine I must wait

A comic for english class, we had to make a one page comic about a queer theme, so I made something about the struggle of getting dressed when you don’t know how you want to be perceived :’) (I wish we could just go outside naked, it would save me a lot of time in the morning)

very proud about the anatomy in this page??? Especially that last panel :)