i absolutely hate when things decay and i know its so childish of me but i cant stand when things wear out. whyyyyyyyyyy just stay forever
You gotta get into alchemy I’m telling you
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and here we go again: i’m working on a comic that has dictatorship and corrupt governments involved and i was ridiculed by some kid in a discord server, desperately trying to tell me that i’m a monster for “glorifying” dictatorship and then called me a nazi and said that i “hate jews.” i tried to explain that there are MANY jews in my family and i CELEBRATE hanukkah alongside christmas, which then lead them to say that i’m a disgrace to the jewish people in my family. all because i’m writing a FICTIONAL comic about a FICTIONAL dictator. ie NOT REAL. their logic is pretty much “if you even SAY the word ‘hitler,’ you’re antisemitic…”
i’m annoyed not because they’re weirded out by the use of corruption in my comic, it’s fine if they don’t like it, but i’m annoyed because they had the fucking nerve to accuse me of being a nazi for doing so. i’m partly jewish myself. it’s fictional. it’s not glorifying anything. in fact, the comic SHOWS how fucked up the dictator character is. it shows the way he thinks and all the shady shit he does to get what he wants. it OBVIOUSLY paints him as “the bad guy.” i like that character regardless. they’re not real. me liking a fictional character that i created does not mean i’d EVER like a real dictator. “the bad guy” or not, i like the way i wrote him and i like all the crazy fucked up shit he’s going to do. he has not killed a single REAL person, dictated a single REAL country, he has not harmed ANY real thing. at all. why? because he’s NOT REAL, therefore, who gives a shit? end of story.
people are pretty dense 🙂
who even gives a fuck if someone’s “romanticizing” something in fiction? its not fucking real. Its none of your business anyways.
“theyre rwomanticizing my trwama 🥺” no theyre romanticing their own trauma. if somebody doesnt even know you, how could they romanticize you?
-Joey
The only known copy of the Hussie “First Folio” of c. 1625 exists in fragments in the Bodelian Library (MS. Eng. misc. c. 413). No publishing details are available, provenance is unknown.
Prologue:
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
Limns a youth upon which no name did weigh
These thirteen springs. That burden will be one
He will take up this morn, and so in this
This gentle youth becomes a gentleman,
By taking on the name that’s rightfully his –
A token that betokes a divine plan.
Where others, who did Fate give name at birth
Can have no say in what their fortune tells
(Whether lives of misery or of mirth),
This youth may choose his Heavens, or his Hells.
He stands now at the door of childhood’s room,
Now Let him learn his name, and learn his doom.
Act 1, scene 1
Voice: Enter name.
Boy: Letters are appearing! As if drawn by
Some fiery hand – and now I ken they spell
The name “Zoosmell, Lord of Dung”? Fie on this,
Fie! A shallow jest – better be the names
Of rustics than nobility besmirched.Voice: Try again.
Boy: More words appear, these pleasing to the eye –
I’ll be “John Egbert”, a name for saints and
Kings, I trow. Now to take up arms and go,
But where among these cakes and bills for rude
Entertainments could they be? In this drawer?Looks in drawer
Boy: No arms. Damn my addled mind: they rest
Beneath the cake inside yon magic chest.Voice: Remove CAKE from MAGIC CHEST
Boy retrieves arms
Boy: No antics or hilarity for now,
I must needs store these in my Sylladex.
What else lies here? Some Gyves that feign to lock,
A Blade that cannot wound, a Hat, a Mask,
Tricks to mimic smoke or blood, a Treatise
On japes, a Volume on the life of a
Man of wisdom who traffick’d in dark arts.
All this I fain would take ‘gainst future need,
For now mayhaps this smoke will show it’s meed.Takes smoke pastilles
Boy: Alas! my arms I now can’t bring to hand!
This Sylladex is like unto the sack
That peddlers use to cart about their wares –
And all that they have pack’d must be unlade
‘Ere that which they pack’d first will come to light.
No matter now: anon I’ll set it right.Examines bill
Boy: No spirits be as facinerious
As these. Though fell be their actions and their
Passions run to black, these hell-kites’ exploits
Enthrall me and I can’t abjure their charms.
How now, a note? My father left this here,
A birthday gift to mark my thirteenth year.
i mean, that’s what happens when you’re obsessed with having the moral high ground instead of having fun. antis eat their own because they’re playing a game of morald king of the hill — gotta be on top to win, and you gotta have the purest of taste to be on top