gonna be on tumblr now


I’m so happy announce that Nour is officially live on Kickstarter!!!! I’m so happy to share my strange and surreal world of food with you all! This game will hopefully fill your virtual appetite. It’s like a meal but for ur mind



Imagine Lance sneaking out at night to hug Keith and cry with me.

Does anyone else ever get that feeling where you’re worried you’re bugging the people you speak to and consider friends? Like for no reason at all? Like you could be mid joke, mid conversation, chatting with a group of friends and then suddenly feel like you don’t really belong there and people just feel sorry for you?

I’m doing this a lot recently.


before i forget this is the reference I made for the Takubun I did 

(this is embarrassing)

yugi’s shirt and leather pants: become a crop top and capris
joey’s t-shirt and jeans: become the powder-blue hell that yugi now lives in

and she’ll burst—
like a sun-kissed wave crashing against the shore; like a monochrome painting tearing at the seams
and she’ll bloom—
like a heart-shaped moon against a pitch-black sky; like pure sunlight seeping into your skin
and she’ll fade—
like a bird trapped in a blizzard, like a young star dying for the sake of the universe

she will—

when the clouds of men pull their dark cloaks over her starlit eyes.

—  don’t let suns like her be eclipsed / alina

I’ve been seeing stuff goddamn left and goddamn right about who deserves to direct Episode 9 after Trevorrow jumped ship. It mostly consists of a directorial dick measuring contest. Joss Whedon has put his name in and said why he deserves it; Rian Johnson has put his name in and said why he deserves it; even George fuckin’ Mucus himself has expressed interest in it and said why he deserves it.

All I’ve got to say to it, aside from my wonderfully charming tirade above, is this:

Patty Jenkins.

Let Patty Jenkins do it. Let her Wonder Woman it the hell up. I trust her. Let a lady direct the Star Wars movie staring a lady ffs. Give her a call, Disney. Stop living in fear. Kathleen Kennedy, I’m looking at you, ma'am. Jenkins is a white woman with dark hair, that’s literally your favorite kind of woman to work on Star Wars stuff.

I’m in a pretty bad mood today, so I’m trying to distract myself by turning this journal I got for xmas into a portable grimoire. My normal one is a large, faux leather binder meant for scrapbooking and it isn’t very travel friendly. This one will probably be less thorough, but it’ll be easy to carry around and good for basic reference when it’s finished. Sorry this photo is kind of shit, my actual camera needs charged so I had to use my phone.