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steven is a really funny character actually. he never went to school. one of his powers is astral projection for no real reason. hes a musical prodigy. he was so traumatized by the end of the show they had to make an entire epilogue series about it. he spent seven years looking like a 3rd grader. he was even bisexual

he went to the center of the earth. he saved the world in flip flops. he broke his bones every day and didnt even notice. he killed someone

he didn’t have a bellybutton. he actively chose to eat super crispy bits of potato that got left in the deep fryer. he lived in a house but his dad lived in a car within walking distance of his house. he could revive people from the dead. all of his clothes were concert merchandise. he had an outdoor washing machine. he was put on trial for murder. he broke both federal and state child labor laws

The murder he was on trial for was different than the murder he committed

The murder he went on trial for was a murder his mom committed. The victim of the murder was also his mom.

he plead guilty

He plead guilty because he was technically his mom, and therefore technically guilty.

guys stop this is my own post and even im having an aneurysm

No wonder the kid had a nervous breakdown

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.

i love this little game <33

while drawing this i ended up subconsciously taking way more inspiration from this work than i expected, so you should go look at it bc it rocks

Meditations on Eden 1

Writing for the sake of writing. Eden spoilers under the cut (also it’s long, oops)

(This is going to work as the masterlist for the sky comic I have been working on. I will add links to all of the parts here once they are posted).

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Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

Zombie setting where the undead are drawn towards unhygienic scents, so survivors constantly bathe to avoid being eaten.

#this makes me curiously sad #the idea of flowers covering the undead #that symbol of human love is what makes them docile

me to zombies:

Thank you all for the responses!!!! I got a few more notes to share from folks asking me about this setting :D

Okay but this just struck me

Take this absolutely gorgeous mostly peaceful flower zombies idea

And put it with this idea

Just imagine.

You’re an American(the true horror), and what survives of humanity in your country is paranoid, violent towards the dead, focusing purely on survival. The apocalypse started when you were barely a teenager, and you’re an adult. Running is all you know.

You manage to get on a boat and escape, hoping to find some kind of help in other countries.

Days, maybe weeks later, after storms, falling into the ocean at least once, you are soaking, but at least you’re clean for probably the first time since the apocalypse started, you wash up on land. You’re not sure where exactly, but you’re decently sure it’s Europe.

You wander for a short while, and to your horror, you see zombies.

But they all have flowers, some of them have flowers blooming out of their bodies, and don’t pay any attention to you, when usually, zombies would already have gotten a whiff of your scent, and attacked. The zombies with flowers blooming from them seem to be herding the other zombies, in a way.

What’s more, a group of children is playing by the zombies, and bringing them flower crowns.

One of the children spots you, and points you out to the eldest of the group, a teenager, who’s at most 15. They run over to ask who you are, because they know there’s no settlements that way, and also quickly give you soap, telling you to clean up.

They lead you back to their settlement, where you see flowers being grown everywhere, and where there are adults, who quickly get you inside, insisting you need a bath immediately.

After being cleaned, they explain to you what they discovered about zombies.

The village leader, a blind woman in her 70s, explains to you how they received word of the flowers. Some other survivors had traveled to their town, 8 years ago, telling you of how it was discovered. A child from their group had given a flower crown to a zombie.

After being able to calm the existing zombies, people could start focusing on rebuilding, and honoring those who died by decorticating their bodies in flowers had become a tradition. They’d sent word by trained messenger birds to everywhere they could, and found that that unlike America, most of the world has made these discoveries, or had already been informed, and have been recovering more or less peacefully.

They’ve reportedly have been attempts at communicating this information to America, but messages have either been ignored, or not, and after years of no response, people had to move on. They had to keep themselves safe after all. Gathering enough flowers for the winter, rebuilding what was destroyed in the initial stages, before the flowers were discovered.

had the opportunity to do something really funny over on instagram when i had a planned sleep study

i am lying to all of them :3

the “humans are inherently selfish” fanclub can genuinely and in all honesty go to hell. i once came back from a school yard where the kids had heaped piles of leaves and cut wildflowers on a narrow strip of grass bc a bee had died. i actually want to cry.

when i was a child, my parents told me our houseplant would die of lack of sunlight. i was so young i don’t even remember this, but apparently, my response to this was starting to carry the plant around like an emotional support stuffed animal. whenever my family went outside i would hold the pot on my head to make it reach the sun better. i wasn’t in school yet, didn’t have any exposure to the lessons on caring they give in elementary, i don’t remember my thought process - but i can guess. kids integrally care about things, even tiny bugs and inanimate plants. humans care.

don’t let them beat it out of you

as someone in my 40s, may i also add: if they beat it out of you? put in the work to relearn it until it’s a part of you again. a part you’re proud enough of that if someone tells you it’s dumb and you should stop, you can laugh and say “oh, no. no, i don’t believe i will.” and then keep on keepin’ on.

compassion can often be a skill that needs to be relearned. so relearn it and revel in it.