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This is my art. It’s based on a dream I had.

I had a dream about Mads as Hannibal Lecter. It was not a nice one though. In the dream I was in a big room sitting at a big table. There was a lot of people sitting there, and one of them was Hannibal. He was sitting at the head of the table and everyone was focused on him. Then there was a group of these “bad guys” who did terrible things…. To Hannibal. We were all forced to watch how these men tortured Hannibal right in front of our eyes. We were not allowed to communicate or to do anything but watch. They had a rope around Hannibal’s neck, and one man was holding the other end of the rope, strangling him occasionally. The other men forced some drugs or poison down his throat, something that was causing him unspeakable pain. They beat him and we were watching. Nobody spoke. I was sitting nearest to Hannibal and I tried holding back tears while I watched helplessly how much he suffered. I felt shocked, heartbroken and hurt, I couldn’t take it, I wanted to make them stop. I fought the tears until I couldn’t anymore. Tears running down my face I silently approached Hannibal, took his face tenderly between my hands and he rested his head in them as they tortured him again. They had needles on his arms and they were drugging him and he was shaking in pain and agony. I held his hand and he was gripping mine painfully tight when they hurt him. My tears ran faster and I kept whispering “I’m sorry” to his ear. He was crying, and his tears broke my heart even more. We cried together in silence. 

Then I woke up. I woke up crying.






“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”

the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

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RIP Mike Brown. His momma said she didn’t want anymore pics of him laying dead on the street so she shared pics of him as she knew him. This is one…

And I swear if it’s the last thing I do on this bloody website we are gunna make sure this doesn’t get forgotten. If we can’t get justice we’ll get change. The event in ferguson show that things have to fucking change




The Japanese kanji on Raph’s shoulder and bandana is the same, and it’s 憤 (ikido). It means anger, aroused (cough), be indignant, resent.

In a way, I think it’s like 2012-cartoon Raph’s lightning-bolt-shaped scar on his upper right plastron— it’s literally a chip in/on his shoulder. This is 2014 Raph’s shoulder chip, kind of. It implies he’s convinced he has something to prove; that he holds grudges.

It’s interesting, to say the least. I wonder how he carved it into his shoulder like that. Hm.

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