How To Draw A Horse - A Comic By Emma Hunsinger

Why can’t my subconscious just tell me the cool stuff it created in my characters directly instead of making figure it out months (if not like a year later)?

Like I only just realized that these two different characters who are both deeply tied to another characters life and how they ended up as who they are, are LITERALLY THE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN!

They are both

Arrogant (one is has been humbled by the character tying them together (Character C))

Geniuses

Incredibly powerful

Easily considered ‘reality benders’

Have dedicated the rest of their life towards Character C

Rich

Famous

Clever manipulators

Wanted to use Character C for personal gain, at least in the beginning

Both of the planned gains from using Character C were/are to become the most powerful being there will ever be

Wanting to control Character C (one still for personal gain and the other to prevent Character C from accidentally/purposely destroying humanity and/or reality)

Among some other differences.

I HAVEN’T NOTICED THIS UNTIL TODAY AND THESE CHARACTERS HAVE EXISTED FOR LIKE 2 YEARS AND HAVE CONSTANTLY PLAGUED MY MIND!

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

Orange side thoughts

I think them and Logan should be besties

i know it kind of sucks because it's mostly used to objectify women but the trope where someone gets clawed by a monster or caught on something while trying to escape from the killer and it ruins their clothes so they end up running around in a bloodstained crop top or whatever is conceptually a little bit hilarious. "hey nice shorts where'd you get them?" "werewolf attack".

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

My work boots are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever owned.

Also the most comfortable. I chose them after trying on several different brands and comparing lifespan vs usage vs comfort - I needed them for a physically demanding job, not the weekend hiking trails. I could have easily chosen cheaper boots that would have lasted long enough to be worth their low price, but I know the Sam Vimes Boot Theory and knew weaker, less comfortable boots would make my life harder in the long run.

So when the outside edge of the heel started wearing down after three years of heavy use I went to the shop I got them from and said “hey this is a common problem for me with how I walk but now it’s affecting my ankles and knees and I don’t wanna have to buy a new pair, is there a way to fix this?”

The salesman at this very fancy upscale boot store said “oh yeah, there’s a shoe repair place that can give you some heel guards - it’ll keep the rubber from wearing out.”

So at 8am this morning right after my 9hr shift ends I went to the shoe repair shop and it is the most hole-in-the-wall, is-this-a-real-business-or-a-mafia-front, am-I-gonna-get-shot tiny cinder block cube I’ve ever seen in my life. I grew up plenty poor and love me a good hole-in-the-wall business, but going from upscale store to this cash-only repair shop gave me whiplash. Wasn’t expecting this when a guy who wears three piece suits to sell boots said it’s the best place to go.

The skinny kid behind the counter looks somehow 16 and 25 at the same time, but when I tell him this place was recommended he smiles and says to hand over my boots. I hand him the vaguely warm foot-smelling boots, and stand in my socks in the 3’ square entryway surrounded by every color leather polish you could buy and watch as he turns my boots around in his hands, sizes up a crescent moon bits of plastic, and unceremoniously hammers tiny nails through them before handing them back.

The heels are perfectly level again. I can walk without almost rolling my ankles. They don’t clack loudly on the pavement or feel different. This is gonna fix my knee pain. It cost $10.

This kid had every tool he needed within arms reach, worked fast and smoothly, I was in and out the door in less than 8 minutes, and it only cost $10.

I didn’t think anything could cost only $10 anymore. I’m so used to hyperinflation prices I was spiritually thrown back to the 1400’s visiting the cobbler in town square. This kid might have been that cobbler and just decided to never die.

I’m still reeling from the whiplash, and gobsmacked at the price, and thrilled I didn’t have to go buy new, worse work boots (cuz I don’t have that kind of money for a second pair, I’m expecting these ones to last a decade) and it feels like I just experienced one of the rare little chunks of magic that floats around our world.

Iceland is fucking bizarre my name change made the news

this is exactly what being a girl feels like