St John Starling (evil now)

People are so absolute about relationship categories. Sure, I guess you could say we’re dating, but actually what I do is follow him around and study how he talks, wear his clothes, practice his expressions and gestures in the mirror, etc. until I can figure out how to become him.

Yes this was an excuse to draw clothes. Gonna repost some older things from twitter! (tbc)

Does anyone else realize how much work it takes to get work done? Someone should do something about this.

A Pearl

ICE agents are, simply put, fucking clowns. According to The Atlantic, they receive 47 days of training — in honor of Trump, the 47th president, naturally. Many of them, also, can barely read or write, apparently. The ones I spent the weekend following around didn’t even have proper uniforms, with some wearing sneakers. In Minnesota. In January. These dipshits are also wearing camo in the snow. They clearly do not have any training when it comes to their own weapons either. Multiple times over the last few days, I watched officers fire pepper spray balls at the feet of protestors barely a few inches away from them. These weapons are basically paintball guns full of concentrated pepper spray. So when they hit a target, they explode into the air. Which meant ICE agents regularly ended up poisoning themselves with their own weapons. I also watched two agents ask each other if a canister they were about to fire at the crowd was tear gas or a stun grenade. (It ended up being a stun grenade that then ignited the tear gas they had already shot at us, which started a fire in the street that a protestor had to help them put out.)

ICE agents are, simply put, fucking clowns. Some observations from four days on the ground in Minneapolis.
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Did you hear they’ve decided to build an ancient subterranean labyrinth for people to get lost in and starve to death?

Yes, okay, I’ve been poisoning your daily cup of tea, but don’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed it. Every day becoming a little weaker, a little more helpless, more susceptible, turning pale and waifish and trembling - but suddenly I’m the bad guy!

And lo his skeets were as profound they were was mirthful. And they did laugh mightily.

The world is actually atop a vast crystal spire, the base of which which rests on a plate being spun on a stick by a gnome. Or so the philosophers say.

(To the tune of Personal Jesus)
Your own. Personal. Pizza.
Baked at 500 degrees
Covered in cheese

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Digital art. Butterfly-sized boy, spread-eagle and fixed in place - in the manner that an insect would be mounted for display by a collector - by 6 pins in his clothing. Cute and angry-looking. Two hands threaten him with a 7th pin. Central figure in shades of black and white - hands and background in shades of green.

putting pins into that boy and studying him like a specimen

Wizard

You’re all just jealous of my vast underground tunnel system.

As a novelist I consider it my job to stick pins into my main character and study him like a bug. @beastliness.bsky.social has been doing much the same in their own sphere.

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Whoops, I forget what was in that syringe I just injected you with. Hang on. (Glances down at my comically large syringe labelled “mega aphrodisiac”) Hm. Well, you won’t die.

I Heard an Angel
A tender messenger drifting through winter skies. A queer reinterpretation of the celestial. ✨
☁️💫🪽

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- which is why it's so important for us all to keep finding ways to love one another and to be there for each other in spite of it.

I want you to know that there are people who care and that you're not alone. I love you and I am thinking of you. I wish you a safe and happy holiday.

The infrastructure of the internet and the state of the media in general has never been worse for allowing people to feel connected to one another in response to a tragedy. It is very hard to feel a sense of community and very easy to feel isolated and afraid

As someone who is not Jewish, I want to affirm to all of the Jewish people in my life that I share their grief with each holiday that brings news of yet another appalling antisemitic hate crime.

Scheming against you because I love you

Playing mind games with you in a helpful and benevolent way, with only the nicest possible intentions.

Happy anniversary!!!

*kneels in front of you, unzips your pants, and unhinges my jaw*

I know, I don’t like it either.

Bad news, everyone - I've been consulting the oracle and it's looking increasingly like life is short and happiness is rare; we may need to take the chance of being wrong and destroying everything in order to change our lives for the better.

Honestly you should be pretty worried about my coming thousand year reign of darkness.

Hey, it’s not my fault that when I said I wanted to know what was in your heart, you thought I was being metaphorical.

apologies for the delay in responding to your message I have been prey to foul and unnatural thoughts