The Blue Tomato

Gerard Way witnesses 9/11 and as a consequence, starts My Chemical Romance

Stephanie Meyer sees My Chemical Romance and becomes inspired to write Twilight

Somewhere in Rio de Janeiro, a man by the name of Felipe Neto is so outraged by the Twilight movies that he makes a hate video about them that goes so viral he becomes one of Brazil's biggest YouTubers

His brother Luccas Neto rides off his fame and becomes a children's YouTuber

Across the Atlantic, Portuguese children become obsessed with his videos. Like the lusophone Jake Paul

Portuguese children watch his videos so fucking much that they begin talking like they're from Rio

Portuguese parents are horrified by the Brazilian Portuguese but can't make it stop

I saw these at NYCC so I guess I can post them now Here are the con exclusive covers I did for Steven Universe issues 25-28!

Can I interest you in Fushigi Neko no Kyuu-chan

Lily Seika Jones’ “Songs Of Or” at Nucleus Portland.

Opening on Friday, June 7th, 2019 at Nucleus Portland in Portland, Oregon is artist Lily Seika Jones’ solo exhibitions “Songs Of Or.”

Jones says of the exhibition, “I feel like our passage from childhood to adulthood moves so swiftly from enchantment to disenchantment, and once we’ve grown up we spend the rest of our lives trying to be re-enchanted through story - whether by film, art, or music. This collection of works is my own attempt at re-enchantment and returning to a place of childlike wonder by creating spaces imbued with magical elements and artifacts, that then unfold into new narratives for the viewer to explore.  The title, “Songs of Or” is inspired by an ongoing collaboration with my husband, who has beenwriting music for each of my narratives from the perspective of an otherworldly boatman named Or - and serves as a subtle nod to our oral past and the role music has played in passing along and immortalizing mythology and folklore.”

The exhibition will be on view until July 3rd, 2019.

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The original demo for “Everything Stays”

I was so glad to get to write this song for the Adventure Time miniseries Stakes, and so honored to be cast as Marceline’s mother!

This song is based off an early memory of losing a stuffed animal, a black rabbit. I found it a year later, laying on it’s back in the garden. The sun had faded it’s underside, so that it now had a white belly. It wasn’t better, or worse, just different. It was the first time I realized that things will change no matter what, even if they’re left alone, and stay completely still. 

no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?

this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it

because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts

but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company

at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness 

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

it’s an even sum, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony 

but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy

to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces

and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in

in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me

and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe

i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding

i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget

it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea

and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials

a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss

in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds

i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul

and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone 

They don’t make a sound. An anonymous fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!