This has been blowing up for the past week for some reason and I am reading the very specific anecdotes people are tagging this with and I would like to state, for the record, that this was 100% a stress dream brought about by someone close to me not getting the vaccine
The house is quiet. They close the door, latch it, and sink down exhausted onto the stone bench. John rises once to make certain the latch is secure, and Mary another time to light the lamp. Outside, people pass in the street. The oil lamp flickers unsteadily. The evening rolls into the night.
Under the cut is the comic I drew for this year’s 24 hour comics day/48 hour comics weekend! This is an adult horror comic, and it comes with some content warnings: miscarriage, child loss, violence, death, and nudity.
If you saw an earlier version of this post and couldn’t read the images, my apologies! This is real beast of a comic, clocking in at 24 pages, so it takes a little extra work figuring out how to get around tumblr’s image limits. I think it should hopefully read a little better with all the images under a cut, though. ENJOY!
Ideally these two spreads would be part of a much longer comic narrative where the pterosaur spirals into anxiety after the bird informs it that it has nothing to worry about, for the pterosaur is already dead.
Also, the bone diagrams are not peer-reviewed! Nothing I create is peer-reviewed. Always do your own research. Thank you.
[img id] Page 1 Panel 1: Depicts a dinosaur evolving into a bird on the left, and into a pterosaur on the right.
Narration: This is incorrect!
Panel 2: Depicts a dinosaur first evolving into a pterosaur, then evolving into a bird.
Narration: This is also incorrect!
Panel 3: Depicts a diagram on the left and a small scene on the right. The diagram shows an archosaur evolving into a dinosaur, then a bird. The archosaur evolves into a pterosaur. The scene depicts the anxious pterosaur on a small beach.
Archosaur: (waving at dinosaur) hello
Dinosaur: (waving at archosaur) hey
Bird: (fluffing up happily) much better
Pterosaur: (panicking) b…but… then why am I fuzzy and batlike
Page 2 Panel 1: Depicts a bird, a pterosaur, and a bat flying in front of the goshdarned sun itself.
Narration: It’s the power of…Convergent evolution! Sometimes similar attributes arise in species that aren’t descended from one another.
Panel 3: Depicts a labeled cheese with mold on it, a ripe peach, and a wad of dryer lint.
Narration: Other fuzzy things that aren’t descended from pterosaurs.
Page 3 A full-bleed, single panel page covered by a sky background. Floating in the clouds are skeletal diagrams of a bird and a pterosaur. The actual bird and pterosaur flutter nearby to provide commentary.
Narration: But how do we know this is a case of convergent evolution?
Bird: the clues are in the bones
Narration: Compare these two skeletons. What observations can you make about them?
Pterosaur: …besides the grim inevitability of death
Page 4 This page has five panels floating on a sky background.
Panel 1: Depicts an x-ray of the pterosaur’s wing.
Narration: Since both animals fly, what do you notice about their wing structure?
Panel 2: Depicts an x-ray of the bird’s wing. No text.
Panel 3: Depicts an x-ray of the pterosaur’s pelvis.
Narration: We can also look at other parts for clues, such as their hip bones!
Panel 4: Depicts an x-ray of the bird’s pelvis. The pterosaur and the bird are perched on this panel.
Bird: relax
Bird: everyone has bones inside
Pterosaur: no its morbid!!!
Narration: (Depicted next to a small pencil on paper) Try drawing or tracing the bones to see their differences!
The final two image graphics in this post are the pages depicted earlier, but put together in full-spread form so that readers can envision how it would look in a comic book. [end id]
on January 2nd around 6:30 pm i was sitting in my living room, deciding whether or not to play katamari, watch king of the hill or read a book. suddenly, i heard a series of really loud noises, like someone in the apartment above mine was knocking over furniture and breaking glass. my apartment was shaking violently to the point i could see my ceiling vibrating…. i then heard the fire alarm go off for a few beeps and then it stopped. the noises stopped and i then noticed the smell of burning plastic. i opened my door and heard the crackling of a fire….i then saw that my neighbors christmas wreath was on fire. i grabbed the fire extinguisher in my kitchen, called 911 on speaker phone and ran, barefoot to the second level. i frantically knocked on my neighbors doors as I ran up. i saw that the wreath fire was spreading to the apartments overhang, and put it out half of the fire with my extinguisher. i then knocked on that apartments neighbors door and asked if they had another extinguisher/anything else to put out the fire. they were stunned and didn’t know what to do, so i ran downstairs, got the metal part of my girlfriends drum stool, and broke open the glass of the fire extinguisher in our hallway. some of my neighbors finally came out when they heard the glass break and i told them to get out of their apartments because there was a fire. after this, I ran upstairs to put out the wreath and, luckily, the fire department arrived immediately after.
when the fire fighters opened the door, i was surprised to see flames and smoke emitting from the apartment. for some reason i thought it was a burglary/vandalism and only the wreath was on fire. i ran downstairs to the yard and huddled with my neighbors. the fire fighters put out most of the fire….i thought everything was ok, but then i heard someone scream “oh god someone is in here.” the firefighters quickly carried out a person….it was my upstairs neighbors boyfriend. he died at the scene of smoke inhalation. i then found out the fire was most likely caused by a dry christmas tree and a still unknown heat source. the fire was so intense that it caused the smoke alarm to melt and the metal apartment door got hot enough to cause the christmas wreath to combust. the sounds i heard was my neighbor trying desperately to escape the fire, possibly trying to get my attention to come help him. his body was found by his front door, and I have built an altar for him in my apartment to soothe his soul on his journey.
i’m too scared to go home and i and my gf and our cat have been staying with a friend. i don’t know what to do. housing is so expensive in the bay and idk where we are going to live. i can’t go back there. we tried to stay at home the day after the fire but ended up fleeing in the middle of the night. it’s too much. the last time i went a few days ago the victim’s blood was all over the pathway in front of my apartment. there is a sooty bloody smear under our window. the shroud they covered him until the coroners arrived. in is still in our yard. one of the shoes he was wearing is outside my door. all of the burned furniture and carpeting and ashes are piled up right outside my window. ash still rains down and it still smells like smoke. even if they clean things up, i don’t want to go back. i can’t. besides, there was a non-fatal electrical fire in my apartment 6-7 years ago and i can’t risk this again. i can’t stop hearing those noises. the ceilings begin to shake and move when i experience trauma related vertigo.
i went into crises counseling and was given a diagnosis of ptsd. i’m in the process of getting therapy but its really really hard as I wait for help. i’ve been calling crises centers and my mom a lot :( i have this super intense fear of a foreshortened future/survivors guilt thats been causing me to have random meltdowns and hyperventilate to the point of blacking out. i’m convinced i’m going to die any second. i keep getting really anxious and scared and scream crying. i’m trying my best to function and calm myself down but it’s just…..its so hard. every day around 6:30 pm i have flashbacks, panic attacks and become convinced that i am going to die. i’ve been working with the red cross to get resources and they are super helpful but the waiting period until i am in therapy!!! the constant anxiety attacks !!! i cant sleep! or eat! i don’t feel good at all!!!!!
can you all send healing vibes/reassurance/testimonies of your own struggles with trauma? i feel really scared and broken and i’m afraid i’ll never feel better. i’m terrified that more bad things are going to happen to finish me off because i was too lucky. i’m really scared. please send the best feelings my way,
Description: An illustration of a cat curled up inside a dome bed, shaped like a unicorn. Text above reads ‘goodbye, baby boy.' His name was Pee Wee and he had been dealt a pretty lousy hand in life. I hope we made it just a little bit better for him.
MUSIC’S IT GIRLS CAS CHALLENGE Rules: Create/Dress up a Sim based off of some of music’s “It Girls” (essentially songs named after/about a specific woman).
what a lot of people don’t understand about shireen abu aqla’s assassination is that this woman was influential in so many ways - but in ways that were dangerous to the occupiers because her voice was a powerful one and she refused to back down or be cowed
she spent decades documenting and sharing and reporting with strength and expertise. she was well-known and well-loved
they knew who they were silencing and they knew how far her voice reached
the sniper’s bullet that hit her was not an accident
