maybe that counts

If the world ever leaves you feeling hopeless, remember that Star Trek was cancelled twice and deemed an utter failure; then rose from the ashes to become the flagship for all of science fiction, spawning six spin-offs, fourteen movies, and enough novels to keep the fires burning through the Long Night. Oh, and inspired new technology, popularized fan fiction, created slash, forged the foundation for modern fan culture, and pushed young people to the sciences. A show that was fucking cancelled. CANCELLED!

So. When it gets bad out there, just… be Star Trek.

BE STAR TREK.

I often think about the first out of two times my gay ass got “rejected”. it was back in high school, she was a straight girl, a friend, who heard from someone else that I “liked” her (which I did, she was very pretty and interesting) and she came to me telling me very gently “um so I heard you liked me and well i’m not gay so, i’m sorry but no” and I was standing there chuckling like.. “I literally didn’t ask and I knew all that but okay whatever imma go get a smoothie” and left her there; and then she spent the whole day coming back to me asking why I “wasn’t bothered” or “wasn’t even upset” smdkgsfkhfd straight girls are wild

A small drawing to celebrate that first September 1st journey 🚂✨

Some facts about Robert!

…Small. whom I love very much

  • Likes pineapple on pizza
  • sits through the movie credits and thanks every crew member individually
  • Prefers Whiskey, but occasionally drinks fruity white wine because its “refreshing and delicious”. dont judge him (id never)
  • likes to whittle and has tons of little scars on his hands because of it (hence the enthusiasm for knives. also because knives are cool, i mean. come on)
  • Thinks Mothman is bullshit (the Dover Ghost is totally legit tho)
  • Has a dog called Betsy (a fearsome hound)

thank you for your attention

10

The Grasp™

You know what I find ironic?


People say first impressions are everything


I learned this my first year of high school


And then again every single day after


Because people are always judging, always assuming


And apparently, you always have to be the best possible you


What I learned in the nine years beforehand


The greatest contradiction to ever be said


Don’t judge a book by its cover, inside is what counts


Maybe they want to give us this false hope that it’s okay to mess up


And when we’ve reached the age our hope is highest


They rip the idea out of our heads and laugh


Because the world’s not as lovely as they made it seem


And they love to see us lose all our dreams


Because theirs are all dead too

4

You must trust this person, and do whatever that must be done to live!

girls in the bathroom, summoning satan. drawing pentagrams with that lipstick we always seem to be carrying around but never using. eating a man’s heart  while we talk about how cute your dress is. yes you’re tall but don’t feel bad, sugar, we’ll make space in the spell for all our sisters. adjust each other’s bangs over cauldrons, comment on how the fumes are good for pores and bubbling is a good white noise to fall asleep to. drunk off of those secret flasks that can hide on your thigh, talking about which poison is the right one to murder him by. no, don’t let anyone tell you you’re not a real woman, real women are those who know eldritch horrors and don’t flinch and maybe kissed one (it still counts if it’s just cheek). real women know how to use holly to bind someone to a curse. when we open our mouths a howl comes out. there are teeth that extend too far. fixing our makeup and then immediately cursing the president. that kind of thing, you know, the usual.