My brain is not work.
Five days of frantic studying, reading textbooks, watching tedious online classes, all while melting in summer heat.
All comes down to then next four hours.
I’d enjoy watching someone erotically count from 1 to 100 in ASL.
Ford Tillinghast thought the illustrations and diagrams in the old battered book he found in Grandpa’s attic were edgy and cool. So cool that he got a couple tattooed.
Then the weird visions started. He could see Them, the Others, ignored and trapped within a ghostly overlay of our world. Hungry, lonely, and indescribable. All too quickly he discovered they were also horny… and he’d just etched sigils from a copy of The Laws of Ruin all over his body.
Permanently.
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Invisible sex with alien entities anywhere and everywhere all of the time? Check.
Idea is a combo of reading Lovecraft’s “From Beyond” and a short description of Las Regias de Ruina included in Nate Pedersen’s “The Starry Wisdom Library” (which is a great book for Lovecraftian bibliophiles and book arts folk).
Is there a word for love/lust towards the Other (not otherkin, but “that which is different than me, us, and we”)?
Mad Max: Fury Road
+ Mobile Suit Gundam (or one of its many children)
= something I would watch
No drawing for a while. The arm is back at it, worse than before. Doing some tests in two weeks and seeking a second opinion after that.
Where’s my option for replacing the whole damn thing with a robot arm?!
Bastards at Kentucky Route Zero released a teaser for the next episode’s sountrack. I enjoy those games as much for the music as for the game play.
Sweet! They is never enough art of boys in bondage out there. You’re participating in the public good :D
I think I have done some of my best work over the course of this last year.
It might not be as popular as past material, but I think my art finally achieved a level I’m smugly proud of. In spite of my continually bitching.
About 10 minutes into the show Gore Vidal: The United States of Amnesia (currently on Netflix and Amazon Prime) he talks about going to prep academy and mentions finding someone who was everything he wasn’t.
Aww - Gore Vidal’s wistful look when he talks about his teenage fling at prep school (who would die over Iwo Jima).
Surrenderella.
If I wasn’t already into pony play, Scathach would bring me around. :p
Also tempted to update my commission page to include “inking other people’s sketches.”
You’re thinking of the Trout of Doubt.
I ate the salmon of knowledge.