It has been a fair long while since we had anything of tentaculation about these parts (not those parts, get your mind out of the gutter) so here, for your delectation and enjoyment, is a North American animated movie about the Cthulhu mythos, tentacly monsters, and a forbidden lesbian love affair.
Note: Not what you’re expecting. Not at all.
We present: Mary & Marsha in The Manor of Madness
HP Lovecraft Bestiary is BEST Bestiary
Sorry, folks, that’s as big as I can make it. I know, I know, you want a high-res version to print out to use as wallpaper; believe me, so do I. The Pangaea projections are nice, but it’d be awesome to see them carried on to the future, where many of HPL’s tales are set.
Edit: I lied. Here’s a full sized and quite legible version via the Lovecraftzine.
Two more in the series of Why I Don’t Swim in the Ocean. I would, if I could convince a pair of divers to swim below me at all times. Watch these videos and you’ll see why.
The Mantis Shrimp, ancestor to all clowns. Have a good time trying to sleep tonight.
Enjoy your next swim!
h/t Griffin Boyce
Found on Robson Street. That’s either a Cthulhu whose wings have been plucked (Nodens, that fucker, without a doubt) or a portrait in site-appropriate rainforest marble of some random douchebro on Granville street at about 3am, puking his virgin guts out.
Longtime readers know how much I adore this, the Hallmarkiest Holiday. Over the years, I’ve commemorated it with bouquets of dead flowers, Partridge Family anthems, and a lot of old-skool punk macros. Today, I have a roundup of the valentines which I received (TWO! Infinitely better than last year! Literally! Look how excited I am!) and those which I merely saw and wish to share.
From KAL301 on Twitter, I got an ASCII rose.
And from longtime blogging pal Disembedded, a street art heart.
Joe NYC Valentine
And now, from around the internet:
Happy V Day from JA
Valentine’s Day at Batman’s
My new imaginary sweetie Vin Diesel being adorbs.
A morbidly romantic safety reminder from Australia’s Dumb Ways to Die juggernaut.
And lastly but far from leastly, comes a Cthulhu Kissing Booth. Yes. An ACTUAL. CTHULHU. KISSING. BOOTH. But don’t get fresh and ask him who will be eaten first; not unless you’ve at least bought him dinner and flowers.
Cthulhu Kissing Booth: Pucker up and hang on to your sanity…if you CAN
If that doesn’t get me on Reddit, fuck the aspie lot of ’em!