..a Scattered Dream That's Like A Far Off Memory...

Why do people expect retail workers to be bright and cheerful?? Like, how do you act at your job? Do you expect me to wake up every day going 'man, I'm so happy to go waste 9 hours of my day working at a place where I'm making $13/hr and customers treat me as less than human because I wear a blue vest and a nametag'??

sentence i found on a grocery store review

I may be late, this may have already been done, but this was all I could think of when I got the brand

So I don't have a story, but I did really want to draw Baby Minotaur after seeing this. So here he is!!

You were terrified when you were sentenced to be thrown into the labyrinth with the Minotaur. That is until the Minotaur charged around the corner and you discovered, to your surprise, that the Minotaur was a calf. You’re not a victim. You’re a babysitter.

What would happen if someone was sentenced to life in prison, and then resurrected? Would they go back to prison? Would they just go free? Would it depend on what they did? How long would a resurrected person live post-undeath? A regular lifetime? How would they age(if at all)? What if you were resurrected so many years after you died, your skin/meat was gone? Would people who were going to eventually live again just not decay? Would they implement those bells that people could ring if they were buried alive? Would that be part of a graveyard job? Listening for bells being rung by people who undied? What would their time being dead be like? A nap that they just, wake up from? Or an afterlife that they got thrown out of?

i think it would be funny if people occasionally arose from the dead. like if that was a real-life one-in-a-million but well-documented Thing That Sometimes Happens, and the entire legal system around death (laws on inheritance & marriage & murder etc) had to include caveats for the unlikely-but-scientifically-possible event that the dead person in question might spontaneously self-resurrect, even years or decades after death. it would raise so many inconvenient and absurd possibilities

My level of self control matches that of my cooking prowess

I have made a gummy bear version of our best boi GummiGoo :)

Plague

secret third thing (Victorian Mystery Condiment)

I may or may not be really into Murder Drones rn

You may be the ringmaster, but we all still work at the circus

I see no blade

All my posts come with a little knife to kill you with