One Note = One Vote. Like Or Reblog To Vote For Your State! Go Illinois! 

Happy 3rd Birthday to my main blog

relatedly: i’m honestly kind of disgusted that the daredevil fandom is so horrifically unwilling to put in image descriptions on photos/gifs/videos

like, this is always something that you should be doing and something you should be aware of, but if you’re actively engaging with a piece of media that has a blind protagonist, you seriously need to put in some effort to make your content about that blind protagonist accessible to actual blind/vi folks 

otherwise you need to think damn hard about who the intended audience of that media is and what that says about the structures of accountability it (doesn’t) have in place, what the implications of that are for representation, and how that ties into the call for “nothing about us without us.” and then, as matt murdock says to people he catches doing crime, change your life.

Thank fucking god! After three continuous days of doing nothing else, I have finally triumphed! I can have my life back! 

[two screenshots of marvel’s daredevil. karen looks down at matt, concerned. CC: “Look at you.” matt sits at the table, silent, with a face that says, “how, karen. how do you want me to do that.”]

HELLO FRIENDS,

I recently reached a follower milestone and so I’m going to do a bit of a Hamilton themed giveaway.

WHAT YOU COULD WIN:

A full set of 12 postcard sized prints of my Hamilton series, including the following pieces:

Hamilton | Eliza | Angelica | Burr

Lafayette | Hercules Mulligan | Laurens | Maria Reynolds

George Washington | Thomas Jefferson | Burn | Quiet Uptown

A copy of my art book, with lots of cool stuff not posted on tumblr!

An original A5 pencil sketch of anyone you want!

HOW TO ENTER:

Reblogs and Likes count as an entry each - reblog as many times as you want but try not to annoy anyone on your dash :)

You don’t have to be following me but, y’know, it’d be cool if you did!

I will draw two winners randomly on the 29th of February.

NOTE:

You need to be comfortable with giving me your mailing address. I’ll ship anywhere.

If you have any other questions, feel free to send me a message :)

I Climbed the Gates of Heaven

A short poem written by me, loosely based off the concept from this piece of literature. 

                                  I Climbed the Gates of Heaven A white, soft light appears behind my eyelids. I open them slowly but the light gets no brighter. It is comforting and warm. The world comes into focus. Smiling people and joy. Reunions occur all around me. My grandparents are there, happy and young. They wrap me in a hug. But there is one face I don't see. I break from their embrace and call out. My voice is musical, beautiful. But it receives no reply. I run down the street, gold beneath my feet. But I don't take the time to admire it. There is a greater beauty in wait. My family calls after me, laughing. "What is the rush, my child?" But I don't turn back. When I reach it, it is huge, standing tall over everything. I cannot see the top from the ground. The pearl is cold to the touch but somehow still soft. Reaching out, I place my feet and pull myself up the bars. I hear them calling me. But I don't look back. I slip a couple times and almost fall. My muscles tired and aching. But I don't hesitate. When I at last reach the top, I swing my legs over and sit. The wails of the lonely reach my ears. The cries of the left behind. I climbed the gates of heaven. I descend slowly and the farther I go, the colder it gets. The bars become more solid, more unforgiving. I falter more often but I do not stop. At the bottom I am surrounded by thick fog. The air is stagnant yet harsh and I gasp loudly. But everything is muted here. I step around those howling by the entrance. Demanding admittance to where I have left. They have no eyes for me nor I for them. I call your name again but it is rough to my ears. I call louder, pushing my way into the fog. Like a whisper, I hear you call back. I am running now, falling often on the uneven ground. But I pick myself up, running faster. Pushed on by that whisper of you. The last time I fall I am caught by your arms. A white light emerges from where your hands touch mine. You are soft and warm. As I sigh out your name my voice is again musical. Your smile is radiant. The fog recedes in its wake. I climbed the gates of heaven. I climbed the gates of heaven, To be with you, Because you, Are all the heaven I need. 

Frida

I love frida She inspires me I idolize her She completes me I am frida

Let’s play a game called ignore all your responsibilities and then stress about how you’re ruining your own life! 

Does anyone know where to get a 2014 Sherlock calendar??? I've looked everywhere I can think of online and the only place still selling them is Amazon and they cost over a hundred bucks. If anyone knows, please please please help me out!