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Fierce Bad Rabbit Thinks

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quietly reading stuff in my free time - she/her

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “do not stand at my grave and weep” after the poem by mary elizabeth frye. the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

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Voting as Fire Extinguishter (poem by Kyle Tran Myhre)

When the haunted house catches fire:

a moment of indecision.

The house was, after all, built on bones,

and blood, and bad intentions.

Everyone who enters the house feels

that overwhelming dread, the evil

that perhaps only fire can purge.

It’s tempting to just let it burn.

And then I remember:

there are children inside.

Hey so this extremely specific parking lot is in Manhattan Beach and about 20 feet to the left of the photographer is a restaurant called the Shellback Tavern where you can sit at a west-facing window and have this view with your meal. It's fantastic.

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Higgledy-piggledy unparliamentary green parrots quarrel outside in the trees

Squawking out epithets uncomplimentary Squads of unmannerly Oversized peas.

i loved this poem so much that i memorized it and to this day i sometimes mutter it under my breath to keep my welding tempo even

I find myself reciting this poem to myself every time I’m in the woods and the ring-neck parakeets are going off… No idea if these are the green parrots the author meant, but it’s very apropos.

Same taste in women

Future fic where they were never roommates but Enid heard that the weird goth girl with no friends was rich af so the entire year before graduation she tries to seduce Wednesday into falling in love with her so that she can marry into all that Addams money only for her plan to horrendously backfire when she starts to actually fall in love with Wednesday.

She’s convinced Wednesday hates her because she’s Wednesday and the far majority of her facial expressions range from bored to some type of pissed off with the occasional appearance of deeply uncomfortable. So she stops trying to force Wednesday to like her and just leaves her alone.

But then Wednesday’s like where the fucks my girlfriend? Because she thought they’d been dating for months now. She assumes Enid’s mad at her so she goes to apologise only for Enid to break out in tears and confess that she only started talking to Wednesday so she could marry into money but now she’s in love with her and she’s a terrible person etc, etc. And Wednesday’s like… “okay, and? I love you too. I’ll take you home with me and you can pick out one of the family engagement rings during break.” Because AN ADDAMS ALWAYS RESPECTS A GOOD HUSTLE!!! And Wednesday honestly might love her more now.

Wednesday: Mother, Father this is Enid. She attempted to marry me for our money but my superior rizz won her over and she confessed everything. But don’t worry I’ve been teaching her the art of scamming and she’s getting much better. I plan to propose at our graduation.

Gomez: You have your Uncles taste in women. He will be so very proud. Welcome to the family Enid.

Morticia: Yes, how sweet. Wednesday’s Uncle Fester married a brightly coloured woman who only wanted our money. She tried to kill us all. Did you plan to do that?

Enid: OMG NO! I just wanted a rich wife. You would all have been very much alive.

Morticia: Oh… that’s not as fun. But no one’s perfect. Aunt Debbie was certainly a singular woman.

Tweet from Joseph Fasano: "An 8th-grade student of @MrsHult wrote this poem using one of my poetry prompts, and I just cannot get over that second line. ❤️ Emily, I hope the world sees your poem."

Poem in image:

Angels

Let the fears be short. Let the funerals be beautiful. Let every memory inside me find its way to the heart and walk carefully, slowly toward this world. I have a story I have never told: Once, when I was alone, I looked up at the sky and saw shadows of my family and I knew I was a girl made of angels. I am still a girl made of angels. -- Emily, grade 8

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sitting anti-kink posters down in front of a wrestling match and explaining kayfabe to them with the patience of a preschool teacher

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You see that one? He's called the "heel." He looks mean and says a lot of scary things, but it's not real and he's actually very nice. When he says "I'm going to break you in half" you don't have to be scared because it's pretend. These two talked about this beforehand, and now they're playing pretend together. Can you think of any other situations that might be like this?

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no that part was real