It's Thursday, we're apparently in July already, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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June was too damned hot.
I hate the heat - I'm not built for it.
Ugh. It sucks.
Also, the mountain fires are apparently releasing heavy metals, like lead, from the vegetation, due to Wales' past status as lightly smouldering industrial wasteland.
It's potentially getting into the water supply. Fun times.
...On the plus side, maybe the English won't want our water now. (No, I'm not explaining that one - Google 'Wales water exports,' and once you've done that, Google 'Tryweryn'.)
Warning: this post discusses sensitive topics, including but not limited to - missing people, unexplained death, accidental death and drowning, murder, internet harrassment, mental health problems
Links may also contain distressing content.
Disclaimer time: I am not any sort of scientific, legal, sociological, or psychological expert. I'm a chick with an internet connection.
'The coffee is gone.
"No," Clint whispers, staring at the counter where he left it. "What the... is it... coffee burglar?"'
I would like the record (there's a record, right? Sure, let's say there's a record,) to show that I'm not actually a big fan of time-loop tropes.
...Which you wouldn't think, given how often I rec. them, but there we are!
(All of which is to say that this week's fic is a time-loop fic.)
'“No, I draw other things, too,” Lucius hissed. He snatched the book back from Ed and flipped through the pages before turning it back around. “Here’s you and Captain Stede, see?”
“Ah well, thanks for leaving my clothes on, mate,” Ed said absentmindedly, staring down at the sketch.'
We all know I'm Gay pirate trash, right? OK, glad we could all agree.
So... this is Our Flag Means Death (OFMD) - because I am Gay pirate trash.
And, deep down, aren't we all a little bit Gay pirate trash? 💃😅
(You don't have to answer that - I'm tired and it's hot as hell here, I'm possibly making zero sense, but I will push on regardless! See? Dedication, right there. 😅 I have no idea what I'm saying any more, so this is gonna be fun!)