Aries —
Sometimes paper cuts feel like bullet holes and it isn’t always easy to look past your hindsight. Usually it’s the people you trust the most that carry around salt to pour into your newest wounds. I’m sorry you have to keep looking over your shoulder, ready to run. I hope you can stomach the strength to find your independence.

Taurus —
Unread letters are exciting in the way haunted houses are around Halloween when you’re five and you still believe in all the theatrics, all the blood and guts covering the walls. When you get older you know it’s make-up and you can’t muster it up to scream anymore, so instead you laugh with your head held high. Keep that confidence when you’re holding your tongue, too scared to send the letter, your finger hovering over the send button. The butterflies in your stomach are just theatrics, too.

Gemini —
A lot of people learn to swim when they get thrown into the water, flailing and clutching, and their fight or flight instinct kicks in and it’s the first time they have to learn to save themselves. Pull the thorn out of your side, take the knife out of your back. There’s no superheroes in the real world. You’re the best you’ve got. There’s a wolf howl paired with an ambulance siren in the dead of the night echoing in you. Look danger in the face and laugh.

Cancer —
There’s a common misconception about the people that walk around with barbed wire laced around their heart: That they’re invincible and can’t be scarred. It’s not true. When the electric fence caves in, it’s going to shock that bleeding closed fist to life like a second chance, like a welcome home. A current is going to course through their veins until they’re forced to risk it all again.

Leo —
I think you were born backwards. You’ll dye your hair a different color every week because you’re never satisfied and you’ll stay up until you pass out, all adrenaline rush meets morphine drip. I’m scared for the day your legs give out beneath you and you fall to the ground, because you never spent the time learning how to crawl; You jumped to your feet and swore you could fly. 

Virgo —
Falling stars are meant for making wishes, like throwing pennies into water fountains, like pressing your eyes shut tight at 11:11. Like it’s only for that small moment of time that Fate stops, holds her breath, and listens to you. She forgets about what the stars are screaming to her, what Coincidence insists upon shoving down her throat, what Luck believes in so violently that it shakes him to his core. Fate stops. She listens. For a wisp of time, long enough for you to count your blessings and spew them into the air, fingers crossed that this will be the time she takes a peek into your dream journals and picks the wildest one to make come true. Then Fate exhales, and she carries on, and so do you.

Libra —
Sometimes your lungs get weak when you see something so beautiful it knocks the wind out of you without laying a finger on you. A sunset over the grand canyon from the hood of a beat up car. A wildflower field in the middle of nowhere, unblemished from our own hands. Weddings and the love is bursting from every pore, every fiber of their being. Newly born animals with all the innocence every God ever imagined could fill into one small body. You, with your grace like an esteemed ballerina, eyes reflecting off waterfalls so even when you’re falling apart, you’re leaking out a purity that will grow into something equally as good.

Scorpio —
You brought to life Khaleesi, you Medusa draped in jewelry made of shark teeth. I’m proud of how strong and brave you’ve become but I’m ashamed to see that block of ice where a warm heart should be. I’m sorry the world showed you so much heartache and hurt that you felt like you had to hide that passion in your eyes. Paint your nails the color of raspberries, of sunsets, of cotton candy, of their eyes. Stop biting them down to the skin. Let them grow out. Use them for knives. Remind everyone that you’re so much mythical magic and you’re nursing a dragon back to health.

Sagittarius —
There’s a vast majority of people who have a fear of heights, especially when it comes to plane rides. Being hundred of feet in the air, soaring through the sky where you can look out the window and make eye contact with birds and clouds. It’s scary to leave your troubles on the ground, somewhere you can’t pretend they’re tangible and over think until you’re blue in the face. It’s even more scary to know you could taste the sky, to know this is the closest you can get to your own set of wings, in a position where you can’t even have control. You’re not afraid of heights or even of falling. You’re afraid of the loss of control.

Capricorn —
It’s easy to feel like you’re on top of the world when you’re shutting out the voices and refusing to see past your rose-tinted glasses. I’m sure it must be nice to tune out the feelings and anything that can break through your ribs to tug at your heart strings. Habits are easy to make, harder to break, easier so to pick back up. You’re a pro at getting lost inside hazy bars and waking in up in beds that aren’t your own. The fact that you can’t unhinge your own jaw but want to point fingers at everyone else will be your biggest downfall. We both know you can catch yourself before you shatter, but I’m trying to let you know you don’t have to do it all on your own. There’s a path of neon lights and bottle caps leading you to the chalk outline outside my door.

Aquarius —
Logic can get confusing. More often than not, it’s harder to wrap your head around than speaking in riddles. Riddles are interpretations, like body language and did they mean to touch my hand or was that absolutely, without a doubt, intentional? Logic demands reason and rhyme. It demands to make sense but this life never made sense for one damn second and I’ve gotten too accustomed to seething and growing in the chaos. I crave it like ice cream in the summer, like hot chocolate in the winter. I know how to clean up a mess. I know how to make the mess. I don’t know how to speak in a way that makes sense. I don’t know how to think logically about something that’s causing my heart to skip a beat, because the thought of that in itself is illogical. 

Pisces —
When I think of you, I think in cliches. Of mermaids luring to death. Something so beautiful and something that was never meant to be tamed, to be domesticated, to be turned into cartoons and children’s stories. Faeries in the forest, and people ripping off their wings and then they’re shunned from their own community. There was never anything here to turn into a child’s play time entertainment. You were meant to be wild. To run. To live. To teach. You were meant to be more. You weren’t made for apologies or for sugar dissolving into water. You were meant to be the bitter aftertaste of blood in their mouth, to serve as a reminder that even the sweetest looking things know how to burn and claw and scratch themselves free.

—  poetry for the signs #2, a.l.


  • two rappers that are gonna have a freestyle rap battle
  • first one is super confident, second one is super nervous
  • first one absolutely kILLS IT 
  • everyone is in awe
  • second rapper is so nervous 
  • he accidentally spends his entire turn complimenting the other rapper (“you’re probably better than me”, “you could steal my girl no problem”, “your clothes are definitely much more expensive than mine”, etc.)
  • second rapper is like, “bro don’t put urself down i think ur great”
  • "thanks bro i was just really nervous bc its my first time and ur really good at rapping and ur also really cute??"
  • bro 
  • bro
  • rap battle ends when the two rappers just spend the entire time complimenting each other
  • second rapper offers to tutor the first rapper on freestyle
  • they hold hands and go get ice cream afterwards

Interview 1: Harteus

Our first interview is with the skilled and wonderful Harteus, who also generously provided one of the illustrations for the the Kickstarter rewards!

1. Introduce yourself!
Hiii! I’m Felicia Wahlström, or more commonly known as Harteus. I’m a 20 year old kid from Sweden, and I spend my days at school and staring at photoshop, creating stuff most of the time. I’m really into sensual dark fairytale themes, which is something I hope to channel through my work!

2. What sorts of personal projects are you working on right now, or looking forward to in the upcoming future? 
I’m currently trying my hands on a short webcomic which I hope to finish this year, called Dark Horse. But progress is slow since I’m still in school and simply doing it for fun. My plan is creating a bigger comic from the same universe once I’ve proved to myself I can do this little test run. And I’m a sucker for projects and get lots of ideas, so I am sure I’ll come up with something I can’t even imagine right now. It’s always a surprise!

3. What do you like the most about creating art? Anything you don’t like?
It’s hard for me to pick out a favourite part of creating, because I simply love every single step of it. From planning to sketching, to execution and editing, and of course sharing! I guess the worst thing about art is doubt, doubt that you’re not progressing fast enough, that you’re not good enough.

4. Where do you hope to take your art in the future? Future career plans?
I definitively want to continue art forever, and a dream come true would be to work as a professional illustrator one day!

5. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given, or that you’ve come across?
My best piece of advice is something that I’ve found to be very true in both life and art; that you have the right to take space, to be proud and content with yourself and your work. You don’t have to belittle yourself to be modest or kind. My mother raised me well.

6. What is your favourite monster, and why?
I’m gonna go mainstream on this one and say demons! Because they can represent so much. I’ve worked with this theme a little, what a demon is and what a demon could look like and I love that they’re so very personal to define. I know it may have been done millions of times before, but they still intrigue me and I simply love the symbolic involved. 

7. Recommendations for inspiring monster-related things/or thing? 
I’m quite fond of Peter Mohrbacher’s Angelarium Project. He paints angels that are like no other creatures I’ve ever seen before. As a kid I was really inspired by author Holly Black’s books too. She kind of gave me the start in everything fae-ish and dark-ish so she really helped me base myself in that genre.

A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world. 

Until Sam goes out for a supply run.

Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans. 

Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.

The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”

Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”

For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”

Personal headcanon - Although Apollo is usually depicted as a much younger god than the others, he still makes a point to show up and be a dad for his kids. Particularly Will, (because as a baby he was a little chubby-cheeked carbon-copy of his dad) and spoiled him rotten whenever he came to visit.

the fact of little mix writing over 100 is fucking amazing. big artists usually buy their singles and these four girls are giving every piece of their talent and dedicating so mamy time for this i will never let dickwads put them down for their hardwork. NEVER!

i guess it's time to make a kanae post

i’ve gotten a surprising number of questions regarding My Problem With Kanae so this is just a mash up of my answers to those.

the answer is that it’s barely a problem with kanae at this point.

to put it in the simplest terms i always see kanae portrayed in one of two ways: he’s either the slutty crybaby or the diabolical jealous conspirator.

i don’t agree with either of those because i seriously don’t see them being canon kanae. at all.

i read him from the beginning as a kid who’s desperate and makes crappy decisions because of that desperation. he wants tsukiyama back to normal and he resents kaneki for taking away the happiness he had before. that’s relatable and it’s real. in any circumstance in which kaneki was still making tsukiyama happy, he wouldn’t be bitter towards him.

canon kanae is relatable and real, he resorts to extremes when he’s exhausted all other possibilities, and he aggressively cares about someone who makes him happy.

he has a good amount of empathy even though his ultimate choices are often biased towards what will benefit himself (for example, he doesn’t see reuniting kaneki and tsukiyama as an option because in his mind, kaneki doesn’t deserve tsukiyama), but he’s moral. he has limits and he double-checks himself and his actions a lot to analyze if he really is doing what’s best.

fanon kanae….i honestly don’t know how to even explain fanon kanae because in everything i’ve seen he’s always seriously skewed into this horrible evil entity or he’s overly sexualized and made into this doe-eyed tsukiyama clone to the point where it just grosses me out, for lack of a better term. he’s a lot more than that but i never actually see him portrayed as anything deeper.

TL; DR, it’s not a problem I have with kanae as a character. i don’t mind him in the manga at all. i find him relatable and well-written. i just happen to dislike how people portray him because it’s inaccurate.