Jon Asking Skin Satan To Reach Through His Chest And Yank Out A Rib So He Won't Be Eaten By The Compost

jon asking skin satan to reach through his chest and yank out a rib so he won't be eaten by the compost coffin is a fucking insane idea that should not have worked

I thínk that Death is a motherly figure. I think her apron has floury handprints and she leads you by the hand until you have grown small again, and then she holds you in her arms like your mother did when you were too tired to sleep.

Had to draw a comic inspired by this post which I’m sure we’ve all seen circulating

okay so i work in the deli of a grocery store, yeah? and today i got this guy who came up with his two twin children, around five years old. he walks up to the counter, carrying one kid in each arm, and loudly goes "oh, no, i forgot what i wanted!" and turns to the boy in his left arm and, in a perfect blues clues style voice, goes "caleb, do you remember what i wanted?" and the boy goes "half pound of yellow cheese!"

i, obviously, say "you've got it little sir!" and slice up half a pound of yellow american cheese, handing it to the little boy, who looks it over, nods, and tucks it in his lap.

then the man goes "well, we can't just have cheese on our sandwiches. but what else can we put on there?" and the little gurl in his other arm goes "half pound of ham!" so i nod and say "yes ma'am! what kind?" and she points at a random cut of turkey, so her father nods and says "like she said, honey ham!" i cut half a pound of honey ham, hand it to the little lady, she looks it over, nods and puts it in her lap.

then the man goes "now, what should we have for the side?" and the kids both simultaneously start cheering "macking cheese!!!" and the man spins on his heel and marches off, presumably to find the macking cheese.

later, the little boy comes wandering back to the counter while his father looks on and loudly and proudly proclaims that he wants to know where the mustard is. i point him to the correct aisle, he nods, says "thank you mister deli woman" and walks away.

waiting for a period-themed flesh casement where you think they’re bad cramps, but it’s just your uterus clawing its way through your skin, falling on the floor with a splat, and walking away

I’m still not okay