i am anti-life. the beast of judgement, the dark at the end of everything.

prints available here

We need to be going door to door telling men about bisexuality. We need to start standing outside grocery stores

steve harrington biggest corroded coffin (eddie) fan

con watercolor of Morpheus and Matthew

yes 2020 has sucked like a ravenous kirby but in november we finally get to vote that hateful orange turd out of office so eyes on the prize ya’lls

Ok but.. who are we voting in??? Both candidates suck. Gaud help I’ve never voted before.

ffs will someone PLEASE explain why voting in another shoddy white male liberal is VASTLY DIFFERENT from allowing a fascist republican to remain in office?

basically you’re voting for the ADMINISTRATION and the PARTY not the person. also: Biden is crummy. Trump is actively killing hundreds of thousands of people. There is a fucking difference. Not recognizing that difference is what got us Trump in the first place. It’s the difference between a landlord who refuses to perform repairs, and one who ACTIVELY SETS YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE. Do not let let the republican propaganda machine convince you they are the same. 

Register To Vote.

Biden believes in the system. He’ll staff the State Department and release his tax returns and listen to his daily briefing.

He won’t send anonymous stormtroopers to snatch people off the street and hold them for hours.

He won’t spend all his time every day on Twitter and react poorly to every single word that isn’t glowing with praise.

There are SO MANY differences between them.

If your choices are half an onion in a baggy that’s been in the fridge a bit too long and developed some mold, and a napalm-filled flaming dumpster that is barrelling at ninety miles an hour towards an elementary school playground, you have the moral obligation to vote for the moldy onion.

And then you support the fresher onions in the Onion House and Onion Senate, and do activism to make the moldy onion scrape some of its mold off, and by the way the fact that people were supporting fresher onions in the onion primary is already paying off in that the moldy onion’s policies have noticeably less mold than they might have a few years ago … look, this analogy has thoroughly gotten away from me, but I hope the first part was clear enough.   Moldy Onion 2020, let’s go.

Moldy Onion 2020

Moldy Onion 2020

Look, I get that maybe neither the moldy onion nor the napalm dumpster will water your dying grass, and you really wanted to vote for Lawn Sprinkler 2020. And I’m not gonna try to convince you that the moldy onion will actually be slightly better for your grass, because honestly I don’t know that it will.

But at this point, when you’re not going to get the lawn sprinkler and you know that, it is grossly irresponsible to assert that therefore there is no material difference between the moldy onion and the napalm dumpster, and even more so to vote or not-vote accordingly.

Someone sent me an ask asking me if I was the person who wrote the vampire tinder fic and if so could I send it to them cause they want to read it again and I’m just kind of sitting here, staring at the ask like:

I have no memory of this but, that sure as shit sounds like me

I tried typing “vampire” into my search box and firefox crashed.

This doesn’t bode well.

For what it’s worth i don’t remember that fic, and I followed you probably late spring.

Also, yes firefox crashing when searching for vamps sounds logical on your blog :P

Either from the sheer volume return, or firefox just having had enough of my bullshit, we’ll never know.

I found it, it was a short response to an ask from @little-magicpuff:

I…kind of want to do something with this now…

TOASTER FIRE IS A SUCCESS THIS IS AMAZING AND IF YOUR WIP FOLDER DOESN’T WANT IT MINE DOES.

The fact that I can now smell burning toast is worrying me. Like either I am having some sensory memory moment from a time when I could eat wheat, or it’s a stroke. Either or. 

Seriously though I don’t remember this but I kind of like the idea (surprise I am always vampire trash). 

Like I can just imagine them slinking down on the couch feeling a little bit, well, a little bit naughty as they hold their magic little lightbox closer. Like they’re 500 years old and they still remember when ankles were considered risque, but there’s a level of near overwhelming intimacy in inviting a vampire to ogle one’s neck. It’s an invitation, a shift of power, a show of trust. They still remember when the fashion was for leather collars under stiff brocade, this is delightfully obscene and welcoming by comparison. Quite probably foolishly so for being strangers, but they catch themselves swallowing at another artful shot of the supraclavicular fossa and the slight tilt of the head that shows the merest quirk of a knowing smile, and well….

I have a corset collar…if you’d like to see?

And you’d think at 500 years old you’d have a better line than I’d like to see you take it off. but you do the best you can when the already limited blood supply you have is going to other places. They’re only human after all. Well. Kind Of. Once.

Also what brilliant genius thought of snapchat, what brilliant bloody benevolent soul do they need to thank for snapchat and the ability to send and receive stop motion images of this beautiful neck being unraveled inch by inch as the lace gives way to reveal…

Tease…

You don’t like it?

Another image of a hand lightly touching the black velvet choker underneath flashes up on their screen. They’re almost tempted to save it but the knowledge that the other person will know stops them, but only just. It’s the smile they try to focus on though. Brilliant and wide and unapologetic, taunting, daring and full of life. They have a very sudden urge to want to see the rest of their face.

On the contrary, I like it very much.

Another app notifies them of a message and they almost don’t even bother to check it until they realize it’s from them on the original swipe app. 

Keep it :)

Oh. Their fingers tap on the screen for several moments, becoming increasingly aware that the other person can see them stopping and starting.

Thank you.

And then because that’s pathetic—You have an enthralling smile.

And then because somehow this got complicated… Where would you prefer to converse?

I don’t mind. Whatever works for you.

And enthralling huh? That’s a first ;)

Then you’ve been inadequately wooed.

lol. wooed.

I’m old. Bite me.

I thought that was my line?

Another series of images flash up and this time they take screencaps without reserve. They’re going to want to remember those ones later.

Here you go, gremlins. Save you rummaging around my blog futilely searching for the word “vampire”.

Going through the search results on your blog for “vampire” is less “rummaging” and more 

[image description: an enormous bucket wheel excavator at a surface mining operation moving tons of earth]

You know what, that’s entirely fair.

Wild ride from start to finish

I have found my people via /r/memes https://ift.tt/30SsuQv

ME! ^ (except the last one)

gay culture is trying to telepathically communicate to visibly gay people you see in public that you’re one of them

I think ppl need to stop dismissing films like “crazy rich asians” and “to all the boys I loved before” as “cool for representation but just rom com fluff.”

Because like damn guys, sometimes I just don’t wanna deal with super deep narratives about identity and misogyny. Sometimes I just can’t handle the secondary trauma of movies like the joy luck club and maos last dancer. Sometimes I just need to escape into a happy place of light humor and hot people. And sometimes I want that happy place to show ppl who look like me.

Don’t knock escapism representation y’all.

Ppl are asking if it’s ok for white ppl to reblog

Answer: yes.

Would rather y’all reblog than speak over .

i legitimately and in all seriousness think harold and kumar go to white castle is a revolutionary film expressly because its a mediocre stoner film that happens to star two asian dudes

we deserve to have mediocre stoner films as much as the next group

Tbh Harold and Kumar is about two Asian bro’s fighting simultaneously against white toxic masculinity stereotypes and also a commentary on the problematic nature of model minority culture in America under the guise of just like…really loving weed, man.

Also launched the careers of two men who wouldn’t have gotten callbacks otherwise (not to mention Kal’s political activism !) So like…yeah.

Comedy —GOOD COMEDY—is subversive !

You can’t honestly say, that the SW crew hired Adam “Puppy-Dog-Eyes” Driver, without planning Kylo Ren / Ben Solo’s redemption from the beginning!!! 🥺😏👏

Like come on……..😍😍😍

So when YOU sew a bunch of unmatched parts together, it is “a quilt” and “a beautiful gift” and “will assuredly become a family heirloom” but when I sew a bunch of unmatched parts together it is “A MONSTER” and “AN ABOMINATION, AN AFFRONT TO THE GODS” and goes on “A MURDEROUS KILLING SPREE.”

Well MAYBE if you BOTHERED TO NAME HIM or I don’t know, DIDN’T BECOME DEATHLY ILL FROM THE SIGHT OF HIM MOVING we wouldn’t HAVE THIS PROBLEM

these are my parents talking to each other about me

klaus + dave’s blood

There it is. This gif set is my evidence.

When I say Klaus came back to the present MINUTES after Dave died in his arms - it’s because of this.

His hands are stil fucking WET with the BLOOD of the only person he’s ever loved.

We were never a real family. We were our father’s creation, family in name but not in fact. In the end, after our brother Ben had died, there was really nothing connecting us. We were just strangers living under the same roof - destined to be alone, starved for attention, damaged by our upbringing and haunted by what might have been. 

We soldiered together in the A Shau Valley in the Mountain of the Crouching Beast. Well, Dave must have been a very special person to put up with your weird-ass shit. Yeah. Yeah, he was. He was kind, and strong, and vulnerable, and beautiful. Beautiful. And I was foolish enough to follow him all the way to the front line.