Candela Obscura Libations For The Circle Of Needle And Thread!

took a break from homework/work to doodle.

Why do people keep saying Ophiuchus doesn't exist? I don't exist. Ophiuchus? Ophiuchus broke into my house and has been eating pizza while staring at me. I don't know where the pizza came from. I want some but I am scared to ask. There is a smile floating in front of the beings face, and yet it still chews almost as if through that smile. What is behind that smile? I do no know. It scares me. This scene will haunt my dreams at night for ages. The coffee he (she? They? It?) gave me is delicious.

GREAT OPHIUCHUS GOT OUT AGAIN I APOLOGIZE THEY WILL BE PUT IN THE TIME OUT CORNER

THE COFFEE WAS GOOD BECAUSE IT WAS MINE I MAY BE DEAD BUT I HAVE TASTE 

NASA created retro travel posters for different locations in our solar system in hopes of inspiring young people to imagine a future where common space travel is a possibility. 

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God, I do not get paid enough to explain to a bunch of high schoolers why I have all these condoms today.

Sound guy, today. (via readyoncurtain)

Lovely Asks

Lavender: Name something that relaxes you.

Polaroid: Post a picture that makes you feel good about yourself.

Vinyl: What is some of your favorite music?

Incense: List your three favorite scents.

Roots: How do you ground yourself or recharge?

Silk Sheets: Any ways you treat or spoil yourself?

Paintbrushes: Do you have a creative past-time?

Scars: Share something difficult you've been through.

Rainstorms: What helps you fall asleep?

Bones: Name one strength and one weakness.

Teacups: Favorite beverages?

Sealing Wax: Have you ever received a letter or written one to someone else?

Dragons: What makes you feel powerful, what breathes life into you?

Soup: Comfort food?

The Moon: What's your favorite thing to do at night?

Klosh: If you could go back to any three era's what would they be?

Lace: Your favorite things to wear?

Pocketwatch: If you could be immortal or have an extremely long life span what would you pick and why?

Honeybee: Name something positive you have done for yourself or someone else in the last two weeks.

Typewriter: If you had to come up with ten words to describe your life story so far, what would they be?

Blue Hair Dye: One thing you like about your appearance?

Felines: Something that makes you feel better after a hard day?

Poetry: If you have one, name a favorite book or poem.

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The first production photos have been released from Hartford Stage’s premiere staging of Anastasia!

Miss. Universe sure was crazy last night, right? This is exactly what you think it is…

Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a Lovecraftian horror scenario?

Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.

Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them, lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.

Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.

All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in. Many do not understand the humour of mages.

The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them. We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.

I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.