lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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I don't have a title for this, I barely know what it is. it popped into my skull and I need it out, I need it out asap, cause its hurting me.
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Quaritch and Spider are both dead.
Quaritch had been watching, bonding with the boy from a distance. Even if the kid hated him, he was growing on him, making him soft. The boy's well-being quickly became the up most priority. Despite this, Spider manages to sustain a fatal injury in battle, right in front of Quaritch, right in front of his father.
Quaritch gives himself up, offers his life for spiders, begging Jake and Neytiri, anyone who will listen, to save his son. to their credit, they try, they really try, but Spider is too far gone, and all they can do is give him one last moment with his dad. All Quaritch can think to say is that he sees him, he sees his son, he sees who he a mix of pure human and Na'vi essence.
After he loses Spider, he gives his life to Neytiri, and tells her to make it painful (he knows now, he knows the pain of a child's death, your son's death, nothing will ever compare, nothing will match that pain. death, no matter how painful Neytiri made, was bliss to him), takes his death sentence with open arms (he doesn't want to live in a world without his son). He embraces the afterlife with open arms (he never gave life after death much thought; he didn't care if there was a heaven or hell, didn't care where he was going. He already knew if they did exist. But now he had Eywa to question and a son to worry about. he wanted to be with his son, but how hard he would wish for that fate would vary depending on where he goes next).
And when he wakes, he's surrounded by white light, it embraces him. He's standing in front of a Na'vi boy; he's somewhat shorter than Quaritch himself, his locked hair is black, but not like other Na'vi (it's lighter somehow), and his face is familiar.
It comes to him quickly, this is his son, this is Spider; they are in Eywa, or in whatever afterlife she grants her people, and she had given spider the one thing he truly wanted. He was Na'vi now.
It's slow, both are hesitant to move or even breathe too hard, scared one wrong move, and this all fades away. Spider stares at himself with wonder, then his dad, then their surroundings. Quaritch can only look at his son, his beautiful boy who he had already lost too many times.
All at once, he can't stop himself from scooping Spider up, it's harder now, he's not so small anymore, but he manages. he holds his boy like he's gonna disappear, and Spider clings to him.
"I see you," their last words to each other echoed back to them in unison.
for a moment, they pretend, pretend they're not dead, pretend everything is as it should be (maybe it is). Spider tackles his dad, and Quaritch lets him pin him, only lightly batting at him in response. He watches as his boy tests out all his new features; flicking his ears, wagging his tail, hissing even. There's such an innocence to it, and Quaritch soaks it up. but then something changes, spider stills, sits up (still in his father's lap) and reaches for his braid.
He doesn't even ask; it's clear what he wants, but he speaks anyway.
"Eywa can only hold us hear so long, y'know, the whole 'everything's born twice' thing... I just want... just before you go," he can't bring himself to say it, but he gives some damn good puppy dog eyes.
Quaritch has only bonded with his Ikran before, he has no idea what to really do or expect, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige his son. He's slow, gentle, as he binds their tswin.
It's so overwhelming, even for Quaritch, who has bonded before, but Spider practically faints into him. There's so much to feel; emotions, memories, thoughts, love. Spider drowns in it. It's all he's ever wanted, connection, love, acceptance. He feels his father's love for him, the fear that lingered in the older man, and all the while, his father is holding him, cradling him like a baby (like the baby he never got to hold, who he only has memories of his original self hurting, who he wished he could have treated better).
They cling to each other, like they're part of a desperate tragedy (maybe they are) even as the light overtakes them, as they are reborn, but that's ok. They trust Eywa; if they belong together, they'll be together.
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I wish people on here talked more about social media addiction without finishing off with “and that’s why you guys are acting like idiots, go fix that so you’ll stop embarrassing yourselves and inconveniencing other people”
addiction is addiction. it doesn’t usually appear out of nowhere, it’s a coping mechanism someone develops because they’re trying to survive something else - stress, loneliness, illness, the usual. survivors of substance abuse get a decent amount of support on here, but I really think we need to extend that same understanding and support to people who, say, fell in the twitter scroll hole because they’re stuck in an abusive job with no way out that won't lead to homelessness.
that new gorillaz song, sillent running, completely blindsided me because it may well be the first time I’ve seen anyone talk about what causes social media addiction and the emotional journey from “here’s somewhere I can escape to” to “this isn’t an escape anymore, it’s worse than what I was running from, but now I can’t get out.” in so many years of overhearing this discussion, why is this the first time I’m seeing someone fully empathize with the actual people we’re talking about without shaming them in the same breath
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