Woke up today and cried, then I had a monstrously large coffee now I feel like a boss lady killer. Shout outz to government 4 makin some drugs legal ~~ u got the nation keepin on

Phonogram: The Immaterial Girl #1
story: Kieron Gillen
art / cover: Jamie McKelvie & Matt Wilson
August 12 / 32 pages / Full Color / Mature Readers / $3.99
The team behind the New York Times bestselling and Eisner-nominated smash hit THE WICKED + THE DIVINE return to the acclaimed urban fantasy where they first made their names. Nearly a decade ago, Emily Aster sold half her personality for the power to rule a coven of phonomancers. I’m sure nothing could go horribly, monstrously wrong now. In a world where Music is Magic, a song can save or ruin your life. In THE IMMATERIAL GIRL, we discover what a video can do.

Once more we re… actually, wrong book. Very glad to finally get this out in the world.

Rest of Image’s August solicitations here.

And it occurred to me in that moment, as I watched Max figuratively gallop off into the sunset, that we’ve been missing those heroes a lot recently. Those 80’s loner dude heroes I loved were messed up, it’s true – they were terrible at making connections with people. They were monstrous. But they used that monstrousness not for their own ends, but to help make the world just a little bit better. They were usually paired up with some more idealistic sort, a truer hero – a Furiosa. And they were doing actual penance for their inability to love.

They expected nothing in return. Their names were not writ large. They didn’t become king. But the world was just a little better because they helped somebody else in a fight against injustice.

I admit I’m getting tired of rooting for the bad guys who torture people and destroy buildings without a thought for those within. I’m ready to see conflicted nihilistic heroes who accidentally get caught up in hope again, who get caught up in the idea that some sliver of something can be saved.

Even if they must be dragged kicking and screaming back into accepting their own humanity, out here in the light.

Seriously though, if you’re fine with a dragon, monstrously giant spiders, an entire race of literal monsters, magic rings that apparently have some form of conscious thought, an eye made of fire that sits on a tower in a wasteland, talking trees, people who can shape shift into bears, giant, ride-able wolves, wizards, and magic in Lord of the Rings, then you have absolutely no reason to be against the inclusion of PoC in the story other than your own racism.

I am throwing my head back, here, and saying it: no more being afraid. Hell no. My monstrousness is not a place of shame. It is a strength. It is the power to say I am mine, and I will tell you what I mean. Not you. I am not any thing trapped in anyone’s body. I am tougher than that, and I have plenty of blood to spare in this body of mine, and plenty more miles to go before any of you can bring me to my knees, and I dare you to try.

Monstrously Funny Cartoons ★★★★☆

Let’s start this review with a quick notice that I am not Picasso. And I felt that attempting to do the drawings in this book would help to showcase how good it is for someone without natural artistic talent. 

Now that that’s out of the way:

Christopher Hart does a great job talking to both beginner and intermediate level artists. Monstrously Funny Cartoonshas step by step instructions, not only…

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Чудовищно далекие миры: скопление галактик Abell 2218.
Оно находится на расстоянии трех миллиардов световых лет от нас в созвездии Дракона и является мощной гравитационной линзой, из-за которой изображения еще более далеких галактик искривляются в тонкие дуги. Общая экспозиция - 36 часов

На гифке сравнение полученных фотографий с данными телескопа Хаббла

Авторы: Команда ATRS (Austrian Team Remote Spain)



I am throwing my head back, here, and saying it: no more being afraid. Hell no. My monstrousness is not a place of shame. It is a strength. It is the power to say I am mine, and I will tell you what I mean. Not you. I am not any thing trapped in anyone’s body. I am tougher than that, and I have plenty of blood to spare in this body of mine, and plenty more miles to go before any of you can bring me to my knees, and I dare you to try.

I am choosing to stay here, and it is mine to choose. And if that means changing shape, if that means putting together the unexpected, that is any monster’s ancient right. It is damn well traditional.
The only ones setting traps are the ones in our way.
There. There’s my teeth. There’s my cause.

Keep kicking: a thousand, thousand slimy things lived on. And so. Did. I.


I updated my illustration portfolio,, with recent work from Rookie Mag and elsewhere. (”Delany Comets” art by Jack Gross.)

Here’s my The Best of Annie Makes Things For Rookie album since becoming a staff member early this year. Thanks to editors Lena, Amy Rose, Anne, and Lauren, editor-in-chief Tavi, and my collaborators, Jack, Casey, and and the rest of See-Through Girls!

Worst Behavior

Stars in Your Pocket

Like a Lighthouse - these three are personal essays about trauma, PoV, and creativity.

Florals - a fiction comic about crushing and memory, and deciding for yourself when your wild teenage years get to be.

Mija’s Mirrors - an illustrated prose fiction story about monstrousness, family, and identity.

No, No, No: A Guide to Girling Wrong - a fiction comic about personal history, grief, and the ocean.

The Delany Comets - a fiction comic with art by Jack Gross about a high school girls’ basketball team

The Sex Crylebration Part III: Let’s Relax About Sex - group essay by a bunch of Rookie staffers, including me.

Friday Playlist: Gut Feels - a playlist for Rookie’s Trust theme.

Theme Song: See-Through Girls “Reel Around the Fountain” - my band See-Through Girls covers the Smiths classic for Rookie’s Trust theme, and Amy Rose interviews me for it.

A Love Like in the Movies - prose story by Casey Plett about a teenage girl in a small town, with an illo by me.

For the girls growing in strength, terrified of their own power and alive with the thrill of it. For the witches, mutants, seers, fairies, and psychics coming into their abilities, carving out selves, grasping at meaning. For the girls with dreams and nightmares; kisses and claws; monstrousness and magic; roses and thorns; dreams and destinies; shadows and light.


1956 AU: Lucy and Desi decided to sell and end the “I Love Lucy” series, still running the Desilu studios, but with decrease in the business whereas it wasn’t so monstrously enormous. It was continuing to be successful and but manageable. They spent more time together with their kids, plus make few projects along the way (Lucy starring in more movies such as MGM or even Paramount, and Desi re-grouping up his orchestra members and performing in selected cities along the coast of California). They went to get some help with their marriage, after dealing with the problems that they had together after 20 years. They end up not divorcing each other and stayed married until they took their last breath.

So a bunch of us have been pestering Netflix to take up the POI cause. If CBS doesn’t want this monstrously amazing show, Netflix would be a great home for a special 6th season (if Warner Bros. could sell it I suppose that’s how it works?) and it would loosen up concerns about ratings and profitability and who knows, create more room for Shoot, raise the actors’ profiles, lots of potential benefits I’m sure. Look at how successful OITNB is and other queer-positive shows on Netflix. And they all cross international boundaries, without limits based on defining audiences only according to the show’s country of origins. So if you have a bit of time to retweet or tweet again, to tell Netflix that we’d love to see POI taken up completely by their company, it’d be cool. 

R.I.P. Silence

Soon silence will have passed into legend.  Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation… tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego.  His anxiety subsides.  His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.  

Jean Arp