i will not be doing more

hc that jake dillinger is the Worst liar of all time that boy could not keep a secret to save his life like you could lovingly bake him a batch of cookies and he will look you right in the eye and say “these taste like shit” that kinda honesty

I liiiiiive and it’s finished (mostly lol). I just have to edit some things and tone it…aaaand do the cover art lol.

Originally posted by vaticofficial

What if Nightmare actually had super strength to some extent since gaining his dark powers and he didn’t even need his tendrils to pick people up?

(… oh my gosh imagine him just breaking stuff all the time by accident like pulling doors out of their frames)

real talk about alicia clark in 3x05 for a second and how this arc of hers is actually a brilliant piece of storytelling like… 

if ftwd was a classic literature novel, your 11th grade english lit teacher would be lecturing on how alicia clark’s self-destructive spiral is an allegory for the millennial let down and apathy of the 21st century.

alicia clark grew up as an upper middle class millennial, in a nice suburb home, with a nice, seemingly well-rounded nuclear family. she and nick probably played little league soccer and have a box in the attic of old metallic plastic trophies.

she tuned out her world in favor of her ipod, lost herself in her studies because she was college would be the key to getting whatever she wanted out of life.

and now? all that pretty, painted ‘you can be whatever you want when you grow up! you can change the world!’ bullshit has been ripped away from her worldview and she sees the truth.

alicia clark could be a normal twenty-something going through her quarter crisis. useless college degree that put her tens of thousands of dollars in debt, dreams of saving the whales and ending world hunger crushed for the monotony of filing papers and learning microsoft excel.

english teacher’s lecture? all those zombies are corporate workers, dragging ass all day to get no where. lost in capitalism, in the draw of their cell phones. no recognition of the world around them, just consume, consume, consume…

alicia clark’s existential crisis is great television because it’s fucking relatable. all the pleasure has been sucked out her life in favor of survival. while she runs from zombies, we’ve got master’s-educated people working for minimum wage (or less). we’ve got brilliant young men and women who are always one mistake away from living on the streets or going without food this month. (or one congressman away from losing our health coverage for vital, lifesaving medications.)

it feels like it’ll never end. the struggle just brings more struggle. there’s little hope.

she tries drugs and sex and activities like cliff diving to feel something, to enjoy a moment in her miserable fucking existence. we… also do drugs and have sex and enjoy high-adrenaline activities lol, but additionally have the luxury of shit like enjoying our avocado toast and sending snapchat videos with silly dog filters and playing pokemon go for 8 hours a day, because if you can’t fucking get anywhere with the skills and degree that you worked on your whole life, at least you can smile for a moment when you finally evolve your bulbasaur.

idk, alicia clark’s existential crisis is brilliant and i’m loving it. rock on, my broken lil bean.

anonymous asked:


There’s this kid right?
All tacky with gold draped over his arms, wrapped around his throat like a noose he’d be happy to lend you. Skinny, brilliant, center of every room he steps into like he can’t control his charm.
And hey, you can’t blame him, you smothered the sweet southern boy you once were in leather and blood and it looks like he’s done the same with his decor. Looks like he knows what it’s like to run still dripping saltwater and blood from the only place you’ve known.
But you grew into your leather, you learned you can take off the suffocating mask sometimes but he’s standing there laughing in the spotlight and you can see his ribs through his clean white shirt.
And maybe it’s because he’s almost vanishes without his gold that you start to drape your jacket over him when he’s asleep on the couch, maybe it’s because he has the stupidest smile when it’s genuine that you run down bikers for him. Maybe you love him too much when you hold his hands close to your heart and tell him it doesn’t matter whether he’s molten gold or flaking gilt.
It’s worth it when he kisses you, worth it when he hangs a slim gold chain around your neck, worth it when he disregards everyone who swarms him to dance with you.
Worth it when he’s curled up next to you, and you leave your mask next to his jewelry on the bedside table and you breathe together in the dark

omg you guys my likes section is almost EXCLUSIVELY mad sweeney

i………………………………love him so much and AG was so satisfying BUT IT TOO IS OVER

that being said, i’m still going to spend most of the summer doing American Gods work, because it was so refreshing. after the wringer spn put me through, i really was trying to make mountains out of molehills. i do have a few spn comic ideas to get to, tho!

SO IN REGARDS TO SPN CONS I’M WORKING! my plans for the rest of the year (which are subject to change, but this is the basic overview!) are:

  • CHICAGO, IL JULY 14-16
  • NEW ORLEANS, LA OCT. 27-29

sanfran might still be on the table, but it’s a bit too far off to tell right now. i love seeing everyone’s faces with my traveling comic show HOWEVER i might need a month to get my bearings at some point :’)

anyway here’s that gif of me with my cat band again