Mopey Moper

The way I spend my evenings you’d think I’d just...

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 23:24:57 -0400

The way I spend my evenings you’d think I’d just been dumped. (Taken with Instagram at Grace and Strawberry)

iric: whedonesqued: Oh Captains, my Captains (via...

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 22:10:09 -0400

whedonesqued:

Oh Captains, my Captains (via scarletsword)

Wait … Captain Reynolds is taller than Captain Jack?!
THIS RUINS ALL MY FANFICS.

winterartwork: “True Love Never Dies” ..because destroying half...

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 21:59:12 -0400

winterartwork:

“True Love Never Dies”

..because destroying half the galaxy is the most romantic gesture a demi God can make.

Please VOTE HERE to see it printed!

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omegaman5000: It just kind of wrote itself. My newest design up...

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 21:57:07 -0400

omegaman5000:

It just kind of wrote itself.

My newest design up on redbubble. Check-a-check-a-checkitout! :D

http://www.redbubble.com/people/harrygordon/works/9133488-acursed-inspiration?c=116337-pop-goes-the-weasel

I know @cjoliver0313 and @crbayless are jealous. (Taken with...

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 18:22:59 -0400

I know @cjoliver0313 and @crbayless are jealous. (Taken with Instagram)

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Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:54:51 -0400

That Whacked Out Dream I Had

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:53:48 -0400

So I wrote out the details of this dream kind of like a rough draft for a story. Shit got weird.

Dreams of the Westerly Moss

It was nearly midnight. I walked back from the kitchen with a big bowl of coffee flavored ice cream and two spoons. My best friend was lying in her queen size bed, snuggled up in a blanket with a movie paused on the television in front of her. I didn’t recognize her. Her face was pale and she had dark hair like I’d never seen before but I instinctively loved her like we’d known each other forever. I curled up beside her, handed her a spoon, and we grinned like gremlins. She took the bowl from my hand and sat up. I fluffed up her pillow and propped it against the headboard so she could lean back and keep watching the movie. “Thank you!” she said as she fell back against the pillow.

So it was with the two of us. I remembered us as close friends, never apart for long. We had no pretention of romance between us and simply enjoyed each other’s company and eating junk food more than anyone else in the world.

We ate and watched and talked about all sorts of stuff. I told her about the book I’d been reading. It sounds really good. Can I borrow it when you’re done? She explained to me what molecular gastronomy was. Geez, it must be nice to get so bored making good food that you want to science it up like that. I mentioned how bad I wanted to go to the South American exhibit at the art museum. You said the same thing about the Egyptian one, and the Japanese one, but we never went.

As the credits began to roll I reached over her to put the empty bowl on her nightstand. I ran my fingers through my hair. “Well that movie sucked.”

“God, seriously,” she said, “why do I keep on wasting time with you?”

I playfully shoved her toward the edge of the bed. She kicked and flailed shrieking “Stop!” We both laughed and wrestled and tickled each other for what seemed like hours. She suddenly clung to my shoulders and we locked eyes. We stopped and looked at one another a minute. I pushed the hair out of her face and massaged the back of her neck with my fingertips. She rested her hand on my cheek and nuzzled closer to me. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. I gently pressed my lips to hers.

I felt the slightest muscle tightening in her lip before she pushed me back. “No!”

I quickly blurted “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

She turned and covered her mouth with hands. She began crying.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, that was so, so stupid of me.” I rubbed my eyes so hard it hurt and I saw spots. I stood up and walked beside where she was lying. “I’ll go. I’ll just leave you alone if you want.”

“You know I don’t want that.” she said. “I just want you to stop ruining it between us.”

Ruining it, she said. I felt like that assessment was a little harsh and I suddenly didn’t want to stay even if she had asked me. “I’ll stop. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I wiped her tears away with my thumb.

“Thanks.” she said.

I left her room and went downstairs to the foyer where I put on a pair of white shoes with red and purple laces. This was the foyer of a house where I used to live. I sighed heavily and hung my head. I wasn’t going to call her tomorrow but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

I picked up my bookbag and left.

The walk home was chilly and quiet. It seemed like everyone was out of town or something.

Suddenly a man in ragged brown robes stepped out from an alley in front of me. “Do you have a moment to hear about the Westerly Moss monks?” he asked.

I didn’t even break stride when I replied, “I gotta get home. Sorry.”

Even three blocks away I still felt like his eyes were pinned to me. I glanced back and he hadn’t moved. Creepy. I ducked into an alley and hopped a fence into someone’s back yard. I waited a minute, peeking out of the cracks in the fence to assure myself I wasn’t being followed. I pushed open the door to the fence and continued down the alley.

I heard a low rumble of thunder when I rounded back onto the street. Small drizzles became a torrent and before I knew it I was standing in what felt like a tropical storm. So I ducked into an antique store that I was surprised was open so late.

“Hello?” I called out. But no one was in the store to answer me. I walked around the shop, still feeling uneasy about the kiss and the monk and the storm. My head was full of questions and I was ashamed of myself.

I felt drawn to a particular rack of sculptures and candles. They all had a similar look; twelve peaks surrounding an arcane looking circle. A statuette of twelve trees around a clearing, a candle with twelve swords plunged into a dome covered in runes, a wood carving of twelve boars around a flame.

I picked up a candle. It was round and had twelve men standing on the outside of a strange Celtic looking design with twelve wicks poking out in front of them. I tapped each wick with my fingertip and each one felt like pricking my finger on a needle. One by one they each sputtered into a flame until the whole candle glowed brightly. I stared into the flames until everything suddenly went black.

When my vision returned I was in a dark stonework cavern surrounded by ancient men in ragged brown robes. I looked down and saw that I too was in one of these robes.

“Where the hell am I?”

“You are where you need to be.” said a familiar voice. It was the same monk from before. “You are now a Westerling. Bound to the service of the Westerly Moss.”

“I don’t understand.” I was surprised at my own sense of calm given the situation. “I never went anywhere with you.”

“We perceive our journeys in a way that our minds find palatable. Like the soldier who views war as a game of chess. You have been our thrall for some time.”

“What now?” I asked.

“Now, everything changes.”

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Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:52:33 -0400

doctorwho: btw, this is how we tumbl while at the BBC America...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:50:21 -0400

doctorwho:

btw, this is how we tumbl while at the BBC America office: with Doctor Who playing on a ginormous screen before us
Series Three: ‘The Lazarus Experiment’ is on the channel now.

ffffood: Roasted blueberry frozen yogurt recipe

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:47:23 -0400

ffffood:

Roasted blueberry frozen yogurt recipe

doctorwho: Matt, Karen, and Arthur. From the “Doctor Who Panel...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:46:49 -0400

doctorwho:

Matt, Karen, and Arthur.

From the “Doctor Who Panel Recap” video by BBC America

omame: 夏がくる・・・！！ - おひさま☆さいたま日記 | セキスイハイム

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:45:03 -0400

omame:

夏がくる・・・！！ - おひさま☆さいたま日記 | セキスイハイム

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Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:41:12 -0400

justinrampage: No Games For Smokers, Gaming Themed Cigarettes...

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 15:02:53 -0400

justinrampage:

No Games For Smokers, Gaming Themed Cigarettes With A Life Meter

Awesome series of video game themed cigarettes designed by Ukrainian artist German Ljutaev of Altima Web Systems. Each cigarette features a life meter and continue option printed on the side as a warning. You only get so many continues before it is eventually game over…

No games for smokers by German Ljutaev (Behance)

Via: Ian Brooks | Obvious Winner | Laughing Squid

sirmitchell: The Hypnotoad figure was one of my favorite things...

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 15:01:53 -0400

sirmitchell:

The Hypnotoad figure was one of my favorite things from SDCC, but it was sold out by the time I saw it. Luckily it’s available online, yeah!

It’s more hypnotic in person.

flyingonfadedwings: PERFECT.

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 15:01:46 -0400

flyingonfadedwings:

PERFECT.

Oh. My. God. doctorwho: “Don’t worry because I’m going to...

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 16:56:38 -0400

Oh. My. God.

doctorwho:

“Don’t worry because I’m going to fight them off.”

During the Nerd HQ “Conversations for a Cause” with Matt, Karen, and Arthur

lizzymaxia: “The Winter Soldier is the identity taken on by...

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 16:52:58 -0400

lizzymaxia:

“The Winter Soldier is the identity taken on by Captain America’s best friend and sidekick Bucky Barnes (played by Sebastian Stan) after he’s brought back from supposed death. When we saw Bucky die in Captain America: The First Avenger a lot of people speculated that Winter Soldier might be in Bucky’s future, and this title seems a pretty clear confirmation that a reunion with his old pal is in store for Captain America this time around.” [x]

I’m literally shaking with...

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 23:05:33 -0400

I’m literally shaking with excitementness.

loki-cat:

paddyboss:

CAN’T WAIT

Didn’t have enough cereal to warrant the use of a bowl....

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 19:49:55 -0400

Didn’t have enough cereal to warrant the use of a bowl. (Taken with Instagram at Grace and Strawberry)