the hero of this little tableau

tag yourself i’m the entire “good” row (my queue tag is “something for queue” derived from “something for you” which means exactly Nothing)

Reach for the sky.

Prints updated to 15 heroes, I had so much fun streaming and pushing myself to my limits this week. I’ll be taking a 2 week break preparing for the last 9 heroes’ prints.

Print products are available on my Redbubble. Redbubble tends to have sales so be sure to check your email ad for discounts before making any purchases!

I have never given a shit about people liking [Rebecca] because she’s meant to be somewhat, at times, a bubbly antihero. What I care about is if they understand where she’s coming from. I don’t really care about likability, but I want people to understand why she’s doing what she’s doing […] I think that’s what I would say is: Any moment where the audience doesn’t like Rebecca, Rebecca also does not like Rebecca. With that said, most of the show Rebecca doesn’t like Rebecca. There are so many other things that we’re doing that we’re passed likability. I think and I hope that the audience knows, when she does things the show is not saying this is normal or her actions are to be emulated…I care about creating a character where you understand where they’re coming from and understand it and when they do shitty things you’re like, “Whoa, I really hate this person, but I get it. Because of this, this and this and this, they did that even though it’s really bad.” — Rachel Bloom

I is lie in wait for toes and then SURPRISE! Best game.

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sighs very loudly 

THIS FRIEND

jason 👏 momoa 👏 as 👏 akmazian 👏

….IF ITS NOT A SURPRISE GUYS.

Persona 5 has taken over my soul and they’ve trapped me in the purgatory known as “WE CANT ROMANCE RYUJI”. SO HERE HAVE SOME ANGSTY CONFESSIONS CUZ WE ALL KNOW THAT HIS CONFIDANTS WERE BASICALLY CONFESSIONS OK. 

just some soft bro fun, bro

I cant believe I always come full circle on old otps

I’ve been thinking about liminal spaces a bit tonight. And truck/rest stops are often considered to be liminal spaces. Having family a few states over, I’m no stranger to family road trips and, by extension rest stops. There is one thing about them that I’ve thought about for years. 

People work there.

There are people who are not just passing through, but show up day after day, clock in, work for hours, and then go home. Where do they live? What are they like? Are these liminal spaces no longer liminal for them? Its a set destination for them now.

What sort of weird shit do they see every day that they just sigh and return to mopping the floor? The unusual that is just another day on the job. That weird otherworldiness at 3am but whatever I’m on a break. 

Perhaps they are immune to the effects of the passing spirits mixing with the mundane, cause how can you be in a liminal space if its your job? Maybe they are special caretakers that keeps the spirits moving on their way, giving directions to things no one else is supposed to see.

Either way they aren’t paid enough to deal with this shit.

so i work at a highway servo in a small rural town and i’ve done so for about a year. and 100% the creepy shit doesn’t stop, but you do sort of become resigned to it. like in the beginning i once screamed because saw myself in the mirror behind the milk and thought it was not me. but here’s some stuff i guess:

we keep the doors locked because crime exists so they make a beep sound when someone’s waiting to enter, but the amount of times i have checked the monitor and there has been nothing and no one there is not enough to say ‘general sensory problem’ but just enough for my anxious personality to be wary of the ghosts.

occasionally i discover large strange bugs i have never seen before that apparently only exist in the dead of a hot summer night. i also watch a lot of spiders crawl across the outside cameras.

once a man came in around 2am – no car, just wandered off the highway – and took every sausage roll and walked out without paying. which okay, theft happens. but he did it, looking into my eyes, and did not say a word as i called after him. he just walked in calmly, looked into my soul, remained entirely silent, and casually robbed the place. i was shook.

a cousin of mine who had been missing for three months once showed up.

and there’s this totally dead period between 3 and 5 where i usually mop the floors. which is why its weird when i find footsteps in my clean floors after ive finished.

plus, time passes differently in the freezer room . i fill up four full fridges worth of coke and red bull and other assorted soft drinks in fifteen minutes – like i’m not trying that hard its really not possible. and i know that because when i do the three fridges that cant be filled from behind, it takes me more like forty minutes or more.

i get strange customers who come in asking for directions with out-dated melways who don’t own phones and seem misplaced in time somehow but are always so very thankful. sometimes they ask for directions to places ive never heard even tho i’ve lived in the area my entire life.

or i get the same person at the same time to get the same thing every day. they have the same greeting and we have the same conversation like we’re stuck in a time loop. these pod people always come between 4 and 5am.

and i can safely say, you will never know fear until there is a 3am power outage in a storm and you are blanketed in absolute darkness so suddenly your heart stops beating. and then you have been outside in said storm taking out the rubbish and become soaked through like a drowned rat with only the weird glow of ur phone light with a painful 3% battery life to guide you.

overall its just a strange environment: deathly silent, with flickering fluorescent lights and grime in the back store that no matter how hard i try to clean never comes away and footsteps in the newly moped floor even tho there hasn’t been a customer and this room at the back entirely empty save only for ancient promotional material for products i’ve never heard of that makes me feel uneasy.

“Stop putting minors at risk” artists and creators are not minors parents, it’s not our job to baby/raise them????

I understand why a lot of people hate him and sometimes I want to punch him but I really can’t bring myself to outright hate H.P. Lovecraft I mean

the man was afraid of salad.

this is officially the best lovecraft fact i have ever read in my entire life

even better than the fact that he wrote an entire essay explaining why he thought cats were better than dogs

Howard Phillips Lovecraft was an absolute trainwreck of a human being who among other things:

what the fuck Lovecraft. No wonder he wrote what he did. I knew he was a racist asshole but this is ridiculous.

@winndycakes oh no I got terrible Francis headcanons

oh my fucking god