Reading Times, Pennsylvania, October 14, 1926

a few years ago there was an exposé in the intercept about how, according to the fbi, police departments are so thoroughly infiltrated by white supremacists that it's policy to avoid working with them when possible. just something to think about

this tweet is such a perfect encapsulation of what the brain trust on twitter considers activism at this point, i swear to god

she was a child

she was a child trapped in a legendarily abusive studio contract where she was being pumped full of drugs and sexually abused by producers

what is the point? “think about this the next time you watch the wizard of oz”? and do what? this tweet is so pointless

not for nothing but she was also a lifelong advocate of the civil rights movement and held a whole press conference to denounce white supremacist terrorism after the 16th street baptist church bombing

there are politicians who did blackface in office right now

judy garland has been dead for 50 slutty, slutty years

basically if youre in the place to educate yourself on these topics and you arent

a prison abolitionist,

a harm reductionist,

for decriminilization,

and giving the land back

i really do not think your assertions of “ACAB” or “be gay do crimes” or “revolution” hold much weight

twitter is almost unusable because every other post is just someone plagiarizing a wildly popular tumblr post word-for-word and nobody in the comments knows or says anything so it feels like that moment in a thriller film where i'm the sole witness to a murder and the killer eyes me across the room and smiles because he knows nobody will believe me

Here’s my Infinity Train comic that I’ve been doing in my spare time! I loved the show and wanted to see if I could do a short format story with thematic significance. I had fun if anything!  You can find this comic posted on my Twitter & Instagram 

If Terry prachett were there do you think the good omens Show would be any different?

Yes. Probably it would be a lot less faithful, because when Terry was alive and well, we were determined that someone was going to write the scripts and make it, and that someone definitely wasn’t us. I didn’t have the time to write six hour long scripts, then take 18 months to showrun and oversee it, and neither did Terry. And our agreement was that we did things together or not at all.

But his last request to me was to do it… “I know, Neil, that you’re very very busy, but no one else could ever do it with the passion that we share for the old girl,” he wrote. And so I’m doing it.

Messy warm-up sketch of Vetinari

Seriously tho, Infinity Train s3e5 might very well be the first piece of media to leave me absolutely speechless. Like, I sat there, staring at my screen for like a full minute before I regained my composure.

Bloody brilliant

Who are you? said Om. The small god stirred. There was a city once, said the small god. Not just a city. An empire of cities. I, I, I remember there were canals, and gardens. There was a lake. They had floating gardens on the lake, I recall. I, I. And there were temples. Such temples as you may dream of. Great pyramid temples that reached to the sky. Thousands were sacrificed. To the greater glory. Om felt sick. This wasn’t just a small god. This was a small god who hadn’t always been small… Who were you? And there were temples. I, I, me. Such temples as you may dream of. Great pyramid temples that reached to the sky. The glory of. Thousands were sacrificed. Me. To the greater glory. And there were temples. Me, me, me. Greater glory. Such glory temples as you may dream of. Great pyramid dream temples that reached to the sky. Me, me. Sacrificed. Dream. Thousands were sacrificed. To me the greater sky glory. You were their God? Om managed. Thousands were sacrificed. To the greater glory. Can you hear me? Thousands sacrificed greater glory. Me, me, me. What was your name? shouted Om. Name? A hot wind blew over the desert, shifting a few grains of sand. The echo of a lost god blew away, tumbling over and over, until it vanished among the rocks. Who were you? There was no answer.

- Small Gods