“I walked. I could do nothing but walk. And then, I saw me walking in front of myself. But it wasn’t really me

“Watch out. The gap in the door… it’s a separate reality

“The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?

more experimental drawing, this time with the purple gemini twins. :D took me like 2 and a half days to do, but it paid off well, if i do say so myself!

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what am i to write
i’m damned if i’m alive
& damned if i don’t survive

these artificial thoughts explode
into infinite universes and i’m in
a flux simultaneously stuck in every
misformed of thought of god in his
every mistake in worlds constructed 
by rulers with no souls

under occult instruction of an
alien consciousness seething
with narcissistic tendencies

and i can’t stop looking for a
crack in the code of the fabric
crawling and clawing through
the entanglement between the
dimensions trying to free my
soul from the archons

deaconzilla  asked:

Poor Quentyn, many times you refer to this quote from ADWD: "Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths." Every major death in this series has changed the narrative drastically. Don't all of these deaths have meaning?

“A grand adventure, Cletus called it. Demon roads and stormy seas, and at the end of it the most beautiful woman in the world. A tale to tell our grandchildren. But Cletus will never father a child, unless he left a bastard in the belly of that tavern wench he liked. Will will never have his wedding. Their deaths should have some meaning.”

Gerris pointed to where a corpse slumped against a brick wall, attended by a cloud of glistening green flies. “Did his death have meaning?”

Quentyn looked at the body with distaste. “He died of the flux. Stay well away from him.” The pale mare was inside the city walls. Small wonder that the streets seemed so empty. “The Unsullied will send a corpse cart for him.”

“No doubt. But that was not my question. Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths. I loved Will and Cletus too, but this will not bring them back to us.”

Deaths have a narrative impact, of course. But in context, “meaning” refers to something more existentialist than plot-related. Quentyn is desperate to assign some rationality, some framework he can understand, to the deaths of his companions. And look what that’s making him do: walk to his own death. Drink tells him this won’t work. Even if he succeeded, that wouldn’t make the deaths of Cletus and Will and Maester Kedry suddenly make sense. 

So, I know I’m in the minority, but the truth is I’m a complete procedural junkie.  I love the case of the week format, and for a good majority of the time, overarching arcs just don’t do it for me. I want to see the team work their skills and solve the case and catch the bad guy with bookends of the personal.  And maybe an occasional VERY SPECIAL CASE. 

However the team shakes out, it will, but for me.  Nobody ever really leaves. 

We’ve got Elle in New York and Kate in Virginia in case you need an expert on sex crimes.  We’ve got Jordan as our counterterrorism expert.  We’ve got Ashley and Andi over there in human trafficking. We have Alex our expert in linguistics who would probably take our call even from the ivory tower of academia, she probably enjoys the rush of helping with the case, and even more enjoys the return home to reality, and you’ve got Morgan, an expert on obsessional crime, and an expert on how to make Penelope smile.  

And for me, even though she was only in one episode, I’m never letting her go, you have Katherine Cole as the best resource for crimes against children. 

They move on, but they’re not gone.   Ever. 


Who is this one

who uses the nature of the eyes

to understand the rise

and fall of civilisations, in spite

of the destructive flux that enriches them all.      

Is human nature corrupt by default,

owing to the massacres and tragedies,

lives filled with sadistic harmony,

globally, and locally,

there’s somehow always a further pitfall in the calamity. 

In relation to the cosmic paradigms,

beauty and truth and unfiltered refutes,

aimed at cleaning this mess of struggled strengths

that have been used to further unleash

weapons of ignorance, and rage that are now released.

But where is the beauty in mass produced war,

In controlling individuals, leaving them no choice but to spar,

And where is the point in finding the truth

When all we seem to want is to drown our youth.

Okay, so I just finished watching Doctor Who with my dad (our Saturday tradition). I paused during this scene

And my dad is all like, “Woah, what’s that!?”

Turns out it’s Aurek-Besh from Star Wars. So my dad, being the nerd that he is, decided to translate it.

Here’s what it says


A fucking Back to the Future reference inside a Star Wars reference inside a Doctor Who episode!

This is seriously the nerdiest thing I’ve seen in my life!!!