I blog about:
[captain america]
[natasha romanov]
[the avengers]
[witchy/gothy things]
[trenchcoat angel castiel]
[game of thrones]
[Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus]


i don't want to die alone, which i guess means i don't want to die.


New sketches for sale on my Etsy shop!


space witches

"we ourselves are made of star dust"
(carl sagam)

they find can understand the movements of the planets, interpret the darkest creases of the night sky. they find themselves aglow with starlight.


magic girls angels

they crashed and burned from the skies to the streets, tail-spinning collateral from a war beyond our understanding. they are the outcasts, the guardians, the watchers among us. holy fire burns behind their eyes and in place of hearts, yet for all their flames, they yearn for nothing more than home. do not mistake them for soft—“gentle” is relative, and theirs is a jealous god. 

sounds about right 

Important info for the skeleton war


Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth.

When I turn towards you
in bed, I have a feeling
of stepping into a church
that was burned down long ago
and where only the darkness in the eyes of the icons
has remained
filled with the flames
which annihilated them.

— Henrik Nordbrandt, from “Our Love Is Like Byzantium,” The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (Ecco, 2010)

"I saw a cultural space in which to seize the dick pics and say, “Mate, this is not good enough. You can package your dick more attractively than this and you should, for all our sakes. Get that bottle-as-measuring-stick out of there; your picture reeks of desperation and no one cares how big your dick is. Take off your awful socks, and spare me your filthy fingernails. This is about me for a change. I want to see something erotic, and I want to be titillated. You don’t have a reliable cultural script for titillating me, but you can damn well try.”

— Madeline Holden, “Dick Picky
posted on Sunday, 19 Oct with 568 notes
#text   #wow  


Tread with caution, child.
What is to give light must endure burning.



After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.



The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.

This. Is. Not. OK.

guns… literally more important than the lives of women in the state of loveable mormons

At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via seabois)

This is what they understand:

After the audition, Boss takes them to the workshop, sets out her bone saw. She says, “I’ll have to operate. You might die.”


a soundtrack for the mechanical circus, and also the dead :
1. waltzinblack, the stranglers; 2. marrow, st. vincent; 3. words so leisured, franz ferdinand; 4. wreckers, cristobal tapia de veer; 5. maybe sprout wings, the mountain goats; 6. i’m the man that will find you, anna calvi & david byrne; 7. i let love in (nick cave cover), chelsea wolfe; 8. hector’s end, cristobal tapia de veer; 9. sleepwalking for hours (morcheeba vs. philip glass vs. laurie anderson), phil retrospector; 10. the bird girl, circus contraption; 11. last song, jason webley; bonus: dragon’s lair


[ She sets out the pipes and the wrenches. Then she says, “You’ll die.” ]


never let a white woman teach you about your own liberation as an Asian woman

never let a white woman denounce your cultures and religions as backwards and misogynistic while they continue to appropriate them at the same time

never let a white woman call your men chauvinistic and tell you how they salivate over white women, while their men continue to exoticize, fetishize, and degrade you in a way they never would degrade them

never let a white woman try and give you the backseat in a movement they do not own and disregard the struggle of your mothers

immigrants and refugees and revolutionaries in their own right

many of whom worked their fingers to the bone and endured backbreaking labor to support their families

and have had to and continue to work in professions that serve and pamper white women

never let a white woman try and take you by the hand and act like they can liberate you, based on their racist views of you as a repressed, submissive little flower that needs their guidance

we have never needed and will never need white women’s help for anything

and it’s important that they fucking remember that

Tell them you don’t know how Eve felt
when she saw Adam in one hand, and the rest of the fucking universe in the other.

Tell them you don’t know how Eve felt
when she wanted the universe.

Caitlyn Siehl, Maybe Eve Was a Wild Thing
(via thatsyourgold)


I’ll swallow you whole.