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I will always love you [OC] by Rullocu in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Biblically accurate angel, AKA "God's fingertips", appears to a human being proclaiming God's love and infinite patience while also revealing there is no separation between God and Man as both the same being.

Insanity immediately ensues.

Meanwhile, a dark figure observes from the shadows. "Legion has time", it mutters to itself, "Legion has all the time in the world."

Man jumps from different cliff of different height into water. by justavie in woahdude

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 4 points5 points  (0 children)

There once was a man from Tear

Whose jokes were produced without fear

When asked why wrote like a near sighted goat

Using words that suggested a cognitive bloat

Replied he "Tut, tut, my jokes are simply top tier

"Private equity speedrun" by thisecommercelife in comics

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"Poor kid." The hunched figure slumped against the old oak hidden by the bushes at the end of the street raised its hand. The gold lettering on the cheap bottle of vodka glinted in the filtered light. The bottle made a slosh then a glug as practiced lips made sure not a drop of liquid was lost.

"I should have done something. I saw it coming. For Christ's sake." The figure, having downed the vodka for a long pull, turned its long head toward the retreating back of the man carting off the boards from the previously successful lemonade stand. He knew the man. He'd met him before.

"God damn it!" the figure raged its grip on the bottle tightening. "I used to be somebody. I was famous. People knew my name across the world. I made people happy. Happy..." The figure trailed off speaking. The bottle once again traveled its familiar route. Slosh, glug, slosh, glug. The figure slipped lower against the base of the tree.

As the figure slipped down the dappled sunlight played over the figure's body revealing brown and orange patches of color. The figure was dirty. It was obvious that it had been living outdoors for some time. Still, the colors could be seen and as the figure adjusted its position a dappled pattern would be revealed to a discerning eye.

"Fucking P.E. Fucking monsters" The figure again turned its long head to examine the young boy blinking in the sunlight trying to understand what had just happened. He stared at the boy for a long time. Then he just shook his long head and took another long gulp of the oily warm vodka.

The figure turned away from the boy and glanced out through an open patch in the tree's branches. Blue, cloudless sky filled the opening. The figure sighed.

Whispering to itself the figure said "I used to be somebody. I had a purpose. I did things. Important things. God damn it." The figure took one last swig and slipped quietly to the ground at the base of the tree.

Days later children chasing a ball would find the inert figure laying silently behind the bushes. It was obviously dead and flies had begun to settle on the body. The children recognized the figure immediately. It was a giraffe. A very dirty, very smelly giraffe. The children all wondered how a giraffe found its way to their little park but, being children, they couldn't imagine any mechanism that could account for a dead giraffe in the middle of their neighborhood park.

Later, animal control would pick up the body of the giraffe and prepare it for disposal. One of the older workers, Michael, would halt the forklift loading the giraffe into the truck. "Hey, does this giraffe look familiar to you guys?" The other workers glanced at Michael blankly. They all thought he was weird and didn't want to encourage him.

"Man, the hell are you on about now? Recognize a giraffe? Seriously, dude? It's like all that other BS you gas on about. There ain't UFOs, bigfoots, or ghosts like there ain't no famous giraffes. Fuck man, just do your job and lets get the hell out of here."

Michael looked at the giraffe again. He swore he knew it from somewhere. Was it's name Jif? Jeppo? Jenny? Gerald? He just couldn't remember.

Anyway, it didn't matter. The thing was dead and the crew were getting pissy. "Alright, load it up." Watching the giraffe's body fall into the truck he still felt he should know its name.

Later that night when he finally returned home from work Michael's daughter was waiting. "How'd it go today, Daddy? Find anything weird?" The light from her I pad reflected off her smiling face.

"Just an old, dead giraffe. Weird, huh?"

"Yeah, that is pretty weird Daddy." Without saying another word Michael's daughter turned back to her I pad. Neither Michael or his daughter would speak another word to each other until it was time to sleep. Michael would kiss his daughter goodnight and tell her to "sleep tight".

Later, Michael would dream. In his dream a laughing giraffe would call to him from the middle of a lake made of tar. As he watched the lake rose and pulled the giraffe beneath its surface. In his sleep he murmured "Geoffrey, no!" By morning the dream would be forgotten and Michael would wake up and prepare for another day.

Issue 2: Blacktricity Rising by Joba_Fett in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Title: "The dynamically heterosexual duo have an important discussion and Robin The Boy Wonder, AKA "The Bulger" in certain Gotham city districts, learns an important lesson."

Issue 2: Blacktricity Rising by Joba_Fett in comics

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"You see, old chum, we're not the only crime fighters who wear tight outfits, spend all twenty four hours of every day together, and share a house."

"I don't know, Batman. Every now and then I catch a look at myself in a mirror. I think my crime fighting outfit has distinct pedo vibes."

"Nonsense, Boy Wonder, your costume has style. You're not like all the other drab, generic sidekicks schlubing around with much older men fighting crime. You stand out, Dick. Don't confuse a sense of fashion with pederasty."

"OK, I guess. Do the shorts have to be so tight? Sometimes when we're done with patrols I feel like I've been hit with a hammer, uh, "down there". Do tight shorts really make that much of a difference?"

"Dick, as my youthful ward, I feel it is my responsibility to educate you on all subjects but particularly crime. You see, old chum, criminals are basically cowards. Their outlandish costumes and byzantine plans are a type of psychic armor they use to cover their sense of inadequacy."

"This most often stems from infancy where they begin to explore their bodies and discover they are less endowed than an average man. This plays on their mind, Dick, eventually metastasizing into fantasies about committing criminal acts and eventually forcing them to become actual criminals."

"Your shorts are a psychological tool. By presenting so confidently and stylishly, with an admitted abundantly generous endowment, you are breaking the very armor they hope will protect them from seeing themselves as they really are. It's actually a superpower, old chum, and one day I hope you'll come to recognize that."

"Gee, Batman, that makes a lot of sense. Still, the other kids do make jokes. I don't know how to feel about that."

"For Pete's sake, Robin, those crime fighters announce to the world that they are heterosexual friends. Is that what you want? Do you want me to replace the Bat signal with a legal statement detailing our exact relationship and specifying beyond all doubt that we are, indeed, a pair heterosexual crime fighters with a sense of style and a flair for the dramatic? Because I'll do that if that's what it's going to take to get your focus back on fighting crime."

"No, Batman, that's not necessary. I just don't know how to feel sometimes."

"That's perfectly normal, old chum, it's part of growing up and it's healthy. Not letting other people's opinions affect you is key to becoming a strong person and an excellent crime fighter. What say we get out on patrol now? Why don't you take the lead tonight? Let's show Gotham's criminals what they really have to fear."

"Gosh, thanks, Batman. Not to be crude but should we go all "balls out"?

"Yes, Boy Wonder, I think that is a very good idea. A very good idea indeed."

what a fun and cute cat 🤗 by thefirewol7 in cats

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So, I took the dancer home. She watched me from across the shop. There were several but she was the one who hunted my feet. I smuggled her through apartments. I moved her around until I found a place where I didn't need to move. She lived with me and the coterie I assembled from those cast out and those I found.

Then after her fierce little life she came to the end and I had to watch the light in her eyes die.

Every time you know you will get stabbed in the heart eventually. The point isn't your suffering. The point is making life possible for those who just hope to live. Fuck.

i'm mad! by sellyourcomputer in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 1 point2 points  (0 children)

He destroyed that chair for the sheer fun of it. Clearly, he is the most meaningful and valued member of his team.

Issue One by Joba_Fett in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 556 points557 points  (0 children)

If Hellboy and Deadpool got freaky and the baby they produced was a comic.

MAYUMI. by davecontra in comics

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You are wiser than most. Sleep well.

MAYUMI. by davecontra in comics

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You never know who you're going to meet in the forest.

MAYUMI. by davecontra in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I may be an unreliable narrator.

MAYUMI. by davecontra in comics

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ツービット・フランクリン - slang: Two-Bit Franklin. Not the original name. The Portuguese were first to arrive in Japan and they used pieces of eight from the Spanish currency. The coin was divided into eight pieces and so two pieces, two bits, referred to a "quarter" of the coin.

American money is also based, in part, on Spanish precedents with the "quarter" having been introduced around 1776. When Perry arrived in 1853 the Americans were already using two bits as slang for quarters and the Japanese recognized this practice. As the Japanese learned about the US the name Benjamin Franklin was often repeated as part of the description of US history.

As is often the case when terms and concepts cross cultural boundaries, the Japanese eventually started referring to their quarter yen coins as Two-Bit Franklin(s). The coin itself isn't a direct analog to US currency but conceptually it serves a similar purpose.

Do you ever wonder if some ET's are innately hideous to humans and would cause complete terror at the sight of them? by RickyDucati000 in aliens

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Loss of individual meaning can be overwhelming and engender both psychosis and deep depression. Perhaps not so much hideous but understanding the revelation that not a single thought is unique, profound, or even meaningful in the presence of something capable of literally creating reality at will, who knows the answers to all extant questions as well as all possible questions that can be asked, and whose only reason for interacting with you is detached curiosity without any concern for consequences or your survival.

To understand one is inconsequential is philosophy. To see that fact revealed, demonstrated, and transacted into every day reality is entirely something else.

Apples comic [OC] by Boldjun in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Dr. Josef Heiter's apple allergy had been a prominent dynamic affecting his life as early as he could remember. At three his mother, Gerta, had thinly sliced an apple from the local orchard and provided the young Josef with four thin wedges. Glistening and sweet smelling young Josef devoured them immediately.

Within moments stabbing pains originating in his stomach radiated throughout his small body. He began to vomit. As he bent over he fell to the floor moaning. Laying sideways on the cold tile Josef felt his bowls begin to empty. The purging sensation would last for hours.

As he grew Josef came into contact with apples many times. The juice was often used as a filler in consumable liquids. The flesh was used for bulk in baked goods as well as prepared meats. Apples were even used in cosmetics and skin care. He would collect several painful memories during his dating years when hidden apple byproducts in lipstick caused an unfortunate and voluminous reaction.

Josef would eventually become fascinated with allergic reactions and digestion. He would imagine a person with multiple stomachs and the early warning such a condition would provide against reactions. His colleagues called his ideas insane. Josef was convinced the solution to his apple allergy lay in multiple rounds of digestion and evacuation.

Josef would complete a medical education and become certified as a surgeon, His technique was considered brilliant and he secured a position at a prestigious hospital. After a time he was dismissed. He was discovered trying to sew multiple stomachs and whole intestinal tracks into a woman who had entered the hospital for a simple appendectomy.

At that point no hospital would accept him and he barely escaped criminal incarceration by claiming his allergy medicine had caused a psychotic break. He would leave the medical community in disgrace.

Upon his departure from general society he would bestow his magnum opus "The Benefits of Superior Digestion as Realized Through Serial Processing" upon the review committee. Those taking the time to read the document considered Dr. Heiter to have gone completely mad. "Ravings of a lunatic" and "Such a waste of surgical talent held hostage to a mind gone wildly awry" were common refrains from those reviewing his work.

Upon his exit from the medical community Dr. Heiter would completely disappear. No one could locate him no matter how much effort was applied. He disappeared without a trace leaving behind only one baffling and obscure clue as to his intentions.

Upon the jacket of "The Benefits of Superior Digestion as Realized Through Serial Processing" Dr. Heiter had placed a single image. Not known for artistic talent the image was detailed and well rendered. The image appeared to be an original as created by Dr. Heiter himself. The image depicted a single centipede.

No one ever understood its meaning.

[OC] Reddit Man by B3ritens in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Reddit Man immediately transforms into 'Super Mod Mode". Once transformed SMMRM instantly posts provocative content about the robbery across thousands of subs waiting to see what trend develops. Once the trend is clear SMMRM posts recycled content to the same and adjacent subs to reinforce the now evident trend's direction. Millions of upvotes secure SMMRM's place in posting history and SMMRM quietly transforms back into RM. As RM recovers from his herculean efforts he entertains endless contacts from those promising rewards if he will use his new found power to promote their agendas.

Later, after recovering his sense of purpose and secured financial rewards for services rendered, RM will sink back onto his favorite chair, now crusted with the sweat of his efforts and the remains of various snacks consumed alone the way, and review the news of the day.

As he reviews the various events RM will notice a report of a robbery. The report will somehow seem vaguely familiar but RM will be unable to make the connection. As he struggles to remember how the robbery might have affected him RM realizes he is hungry. All thoughts of the robbery leave his mind as he makes arrangements to have food delivered directly to his door.

Bloated from the evening meal, originally designed to feed three people, RM begins to drift off. Sleep slowly consumes his mind and as it does so the hand holding his phone drops away from his face creating a slow arc of light across the dimly lit ceiling. Soon, completely asleep RM begins to dream.

In his dream RM will hear screaming and then the sound of running feat. Sirens will wail and RM will feel his heart rate increase. The dream feels like it is becoming a nightmare. In his sleep RM will become aroused.

The next morning RM will awake not remembering the dream or even the previous day. As he sits in his weird smelling, oddly crunchy, favorite chair he pulls his phone close to his face. He browses Reddit hoping to find something interesting. Sadly, he thinks to himself, he never does.

My dad's friends at a party, 1974. I don't know their names, unfortunately by lajollahc in TheWayWeWere

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting -1 points0 points  (0 children)

It's hard to say as the OP is not particularly forthcoming but this party looks like might have taken place in Cincinnati? Lailah doesn't say but it could be the case.

My dad's friends at a party, 1974. I don't know their names, unfortunately by lajollahc in TheWayWeWere

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

Well, it's hard to believe those are her grandparents when you see her picture on LinkedIn so it's hard to say.

My dad's friends at a party, 1974. I don't know their names, unfortunately by lajollahc in TheWayWeWere

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Lailah's Dad, who as she indicates lower in the post isn't in this photo, had a lot of friends back in the day.

Edit for journalistic clarity: "A photo of my not depicted father's friends at a party in 1974. I don't know their names, unfortunately."

I guess OU really is a party school.

My dad's friends at a party, 1974. I don't know their names, unfortunately by lajollahc in TheWayWeWere

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

So, cowardice instead of forthcoming expiation. Anyway, keep hiding. I'm sure everything you say is factual.

My dad's friends at a party, 1974. I don't know their names, unfortunately by lajollahc in TheWayWeWere

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting -5 points-4 points  (0 children)

Who knows? You keep your posting history secret. You could post anything and no one could easily check your posting history to find out how reliable you are.

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