July 21, 2014
Inspired by a conversation wondering about what Apple Bloom’s SHAFT head tilt would look like.

Inspired by a conversation wondering about what Apple Bloom’s SHAFT head tilt would look like.

(Source: sterfler)

July 19, 2014
Mouthful of Toast - Ep1: Gay Bike Club

Hey hey, everyone. I promise that there’ll be more essays and visual art on this blog at some point, but here’s something kinda review-y if you were interested in getting more of my take on ~stuff I like~. This is the first episode of an anime podcast that I co-host with friends Tim and Carrie. We’re looking to make this into a permanent project for all of us, so if you are at all interested in anime/manga/conventions, please give us a listen and leave us feedback. Thanks!

July 15, 2014
insaneskatebords:

Scooby Doo Admires Photography 
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insaneskatebords:

Scooby Doo Admires Photography 

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June 26, 2014
pyrium:

I’m so sorry—I accidentally deleted the ask!! But, tggp—here you go! Mami Tomoe in #47

Aw man, you drew her and everything! We should catch up sometime in person. I’ll owe you a drink!

pyrium:

I’m so sorry—I accidentally deleted the ask!! But, tggp—here you go! Mami Tomoe in #47

Aw man, you drew her and everything! We should catch up sometime in person. I’ll owe you a drink!

8:43pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Z7dNCy1Jr8UFx
  
Filed under: Mami Tomoe PMMM pyrium 
June 20, 2014
deadshirt:

"Even ignoring the dialogue, the movie’s plot points are a mishmash of all the most familiar ace pilot, ace expert, ace-anything nonsense. This is serviceable for a little while until the writers themselves lose track of the clichés they’ve activated. Looking back on the latter half of the movie, it feels like they were writing scenes for the development of three different Mavericks that fall on three different and separate archetypal tracks. It does nothing but confuse the one version for which they were actually aiming." —Yen Nguyen (tggp)
In case you missed it: Yen Nguyen fills in the gaps in his pop culture knowledge by watching the confusing Top Gun in this funny and critical Mind the Gap.

If you didn’t read my Top Gun breakdown that I posted a while back, shame on you. You’re missing out on my groundbreaking takeover of the educational diagram market with mpreg birdkin jokes. Thanks to Deadshirt for letting me fly fast and loose with this one.

deadshirt:

"Even ignoring the dialogue, the movie’s plot points are a mishmash of all the most familiar ace pilot, ace expert, ace-anything nonsense. This is serviceable for a little while until the writers themselves lose track of the clichés they’ve activated. Looking back on the latter half of the movie, it feels like they were writing scenes for the development of three different Mavericks that fall on three different and separate archetypal tracks. It does nothing but confuse the one version for which they were actually aiming." —Yen Nguyen (tggp)

In case you missed it: Yen Nguyen fills in the gaps in his pop culture knowledge by watching the confusing Top Gun in this funny and critical Mind the Gap.

If you didn’t read my Top Gun breakdown that I posted a while back, shame on you. You’re missing out on my groundbreaking takeover of the educational diagram market with mpreg birdkin jokes. Thanks to Deadshirt for letting me fly fast and loose with this one.

June 10, 2014
jonmarchione:

Here’s a thing: A poster for an alternative version of Romeo & Juliet where they are being forced to marry and try to kill each other.

jonmarchione:

Here’s a thing: A poster for an alternative version of Romeo & Juliet where they are being forced to marry and try to kill each other.

June 3, 2014
Yen Nguyen (yenissober) on Twitter

I got a new twitter for regular life use because my other twitter was for special occasions. Follow if you care to do so. There will be copious amounts of horse and anime jokes and also high art jokes but mostly horse art jokes.

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Filed under: twitter me 
June 2, 2014
Mind the Gap: You Haven't Seen Top Gun?

(I wrote an article about watching Top Gun for the first time and my reaction to it. S’got some jokes in it if you’re into that kind of tom(cruise)foolery.)

May 22, 2014
Perfect Records: The Dismemberment Plan's Emergency & I

(I got to write my first solo piece for Deadshirt this week – a personal essay about the importance of The Dismemberment Plan’s Emergency & I to my final year at college (and now). It’s my first attempt at writing a personal essay that isn’t just about “me, me, me,” and though I think my style needs some work, I find this first foray came out pretty decent.)

May 16, 2014

ljrmr:

did i ever post this

i don’t even know

what day is it

i’m sorry man

(This drawing was made for a story that ljrmr and I were working on. I was writing the prose and he made a sketch for the first chapter that solidified in my mind what a talent he is and how much of a gift it was to collaborate with him. Unfortunately, he entered a deep state of depression during which time I tried to pull him up, but my efforts wouldn’t take.

I never knew you had turned the sketch into this. I’m sorry we stopped talking. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more.

Here’s the last draft I have of the chapter that was meant to go with this image before things went under. May things improve for you, friend.)

PHANTASMAGORIA, Pt. I, – (Draft 3)

He came to, lost in the middle of a vast sea of envelopes that churned and crashed with the density and power of stormy waters. The sound is deafening and his mind is numb.

This is a dream.

Waves of paper-white rise from an impossible current to smash down upon him, washing him with a thousand papercuts. His body is weak and his instincts are blank. He understands / “danger” / but whatever sense that would normally push him to survive at all costs is sequestered in another part of his brain, far removed from this place. He flails against the waves like a ragdoll might if granted a bare minimum of life. The paper continues to break against his body.

He feels himself sinking. Each wave submerges him ever deeper and ever longer beneath the blinding surface and each time the sea moves in to swallow him whole, he closes his eyes to shield himself from the absolute darkness he knows is there, an infinite to which he is being fed.

Eventually, the constant physical toll becomes too much and his paddling can keep him afloat no longer. The final wave, a great wall building higher and higher to match its simultaneous collapse, gives way onto the last visible bits of his body, and the deluge drags him forever beneath the creases of the paper ocean. His hands do not reach for the surface he no longer recognizes. They do not try to preserve his life. He finds it oddly easy to breathe, but in this murk he knows that death will find a way.

But the end does not come for him there and the void slowly makes way to memories and color.