I have no explanation for this. I was walking home in the rain and this comic just appeared to me like some goddamn fever dream and wouldn’t stop haunting me until I drew it.
If this is already a joke in something and I forgot I’m sorry.
It took me 3 watches to realize the door is cardboard and this man is not just freakishly strong.
I assure you this is a standard interior door, usually only exterior doors are solid.
You can see the inside of the cardboard though.
This isn’t a real door, it’s a prop from a movie or TV set.
it has a paper honeycomb for rigidity, and that’s how interior doors are made for modern construction in the USA.
y'all have never kicked a hole in your bedroom door in a flurry of teenage hormonal rage and it shows
If I kicked my bedroom door I’d more likely break my foot than the door.
I always thought people punching through doors or shoving people through doors was just from the movies. Doors in my country are generally solid planks of wood, a polymer of sorts, or metal.
American homes are made extremely cheaply and aren’t built to last.
Steam from hot showers seeps into wall which are not treated to handle moisture, and mold grows in the walls.
Almost every wall or floor is made out of plywood.
Flimsy roofing that can withstand a run of the mill heavy storm, but not much more than that.
Weak foundations that wouldn’t hold up at all if it weren’t for how light and plywood-y the overall house is.
Not every American house is this shitty in all of these ways, but the vast majority of them are, and almost all of them have at least one of these problems. Even rich people’s homes.
I think it’s incredible how seals experience the world.
Many of the deep-diving seals can go blind during their lifetime and live just fine.
Round whiskers flap around in the water and create their own turbulence, but the specific whisker shape they have cancels turbulence, so they can pinpoint trails of turbulence from prey.
It’s 9pm when you arrive at the crime scene. A dismembered body was found in a dumpster behind the walgreens. You pull out your notebook.
“Suspect fled east, 6′2, bearded white male, 50′s heavy set“ you scribble.
You tear off the page and hand it to one of the rookies. They should take care of it. An easy open and shut case.
You wave them off and get back into the car. It’s 10 when you get home. Your wife greets you from the living room, her smile doesnt reach her eyes…..
She tries to hide it….but you know the truth, you can feel it in the air…. Her lover is younger and taller than you…. he left a few hours ago, headed southeast on Main.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
