wow no deathbed confession huh. you gotta hand it to oj simpson he can really commit to a grift [assistant discreetly whispers in my ear] im being informed you do not in fact "gotta hand it" to oj simpson
I must not explain the joke. Explaining the joke is the joke-killer. I will face my followers who did not get the joke. I will permit them to pass over me and through me
So my boyfriend and I have a longstanding joke that Sarek would write at least One pulpy Vulcan-Human romance novels that heavily mirrors his relationship with Amanda, and yesterday we found an adequately terrible pulp romance novel with fantastic original art. So why not go the full nine yards.
Behold: the unreleased original cover for Illogical Desires: a Vulcan-Human romance novel
[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]
a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury
Vulcan Kiss (oil on paper). Process pictures under read more 💋
I choose the absolute worst paper for this one and the colors didn't quite blend in the way I was expecting them too but it did turn out fine in the end. Hoping to get this framed for my Star Trek wall.
How many people’s most beloved childhood stuffed animals are actually teddy bears, like I feel like that’s a thing someone made up. Reblog this and put what your longest owned and/or favorite stuffed animal as a child was in the tags, inquiring minds want to know
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.