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The God Machine Graphic Novel Kickstarter

Hi everyone!

My good, good friend Chandra Free (or @spookychan​, as she may be better known on the Internet) has a Kickstarter going for her graphic novel:

Now, Chandra has been working on this comic series for as long as I’ve known her, and that’s been 14 years! She started working on this comic back in 1999 (!!!), and although she was able to get Volume 1 published in 2009, she now owns the rights again and wants the chance to improve the first volume and continue the series! 

Currently, the campaign is just a little over halfway fulfilled, and there’s only 10 days to go. I know it would mean the absolute world to her to get this story she’s been trying to tell for over TWENTY YEARS completed and in people’s hands. 

If you want more information, you can watch the video above and check out TheGodMachine.org to read all about it.

All I’m asking is this:  Please, PLEASE reblog this post. 

You don’t have to be interested in this project, but please take a second to reblog it. We need more eyes on this campaign, and reblogs are the only way we can do that. It might not be your thing, but someone that follows you could love it!

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Dr. Orpheus, Master of Mysticism (Part 2)

Happy Valentine’s Day from me to you! It’s the Order of the Triad flavor this year. 

My traditional Venture Bros Valentine, as always, my lovelies! ♥

It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.

Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.

It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.

“I AM THE MASTER OF THE DARK ARTS!”