This is the only way I can protect my legacy…

an animatic/lyric video I made for the workshop ver of Hurricane! i did the workshop version because the cut lyrics were too good imo,, please watch to the end for a small bit of angst maybe(ΦωΦ)

likes/reblogs are always appreciated!

Sitting quietly, reading Star Wars fanfiction, when suddenly distracted by the thought of how well lyrics in “Hurricane” describe different aspects of Luke, Leia, and Han’s lives. 

Don’t think too hard about it. 

I’m still working on my relationships page, but for now, here’s a list of Noah’s mainverse relations. These people always exist in his life.

@lxthologica (Main Verse II) - Fiancé/Husband, Best friend
@stardustveiins - Best friend, sister from another mister
@decthcard - Friend, brother from another mother, protége´
@seabounded - Friend, Ex, travel partner
@fcrtuneboy - Friend, travel partner
@sleepindarkness - Friend, training partner
@misdiirection - Friend, fellow cat lover
@amassivesnob - Friend
@latinasiren - Friend
@jaxonsawyer - Friend, former mentor and training partner

Hurricane Sandy Turned These Photos Into Acid Dreamscapes

We’ve seen the cosmic visual effects that come along with developing a roll of 35mm film after its gone unused for year, but what happens when you leave a superstorm the likes of last year’s Hurricane Sandy to have its way with the artifacts of your purist medium? 

This, apparently. Now I wish I could say “Hurricane Sandy developed this guy’s film,” or some such punched-up header, but as whimsically dream-like as these images are, that likely isn’t the case. Their seemingly random development patterns could have been the result of floodwaters oxidixing the Kodachrome (or whatever brand equivalent) prints, true. But that’d be a stretch–the chances of water alone developing “any silver-based film, especially color film, and especially especially slide color film,” Reddit user brie-otch writes, are pretty slim. More likely the photos were already developed, leaving Sandy’s waters to warp the photos into gauzy, water-colored vestiges of their former selves.    


- by Brian Anderson