This is them except one of them is obsessed with it and the other just needs it for The Hall of All:
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Sing Pride Pictures ft. My Headcanons: Meena, Ash, and Porsha
Meena Amari
Bisexual Trans Girl (She/Her Pronouns)
Ash Batalla
Bisexual Demigirl (She/They Pronouns)
Porsha Crystal
Pansexual (She/Her Pronouns)
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there’s no discourse about sadier and Mike Patton: I’m just joking around my tastes. (I like Faith No More’s best stuff more than mr bungle). Did you know the Mr bungle debut was supposed to be produced by Zappa but he was too sick so they got Zorn instead? Wild
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So, let's talk about breasts.
Literally the word, I mean, not the anatomical feature. In 19th century writing, it was used the same way that "heart" is used in modern writing to refer to the seat of emotions in the human body. Bram Stoker is not literally talking about boobs in this bit:
[...] where, of old, ladies had sat and sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars.
If you literally swap out "hearts" for "breasts" here, you'll get the idea. It's funny, this isn't a thing I ever, like, was taught in a class, I just kinda picked it up from reading a lot of 19th century writing. Another thing that may be surprising is referring to a man's "breast", again meaning heart or literal chest. The word simply didn't have that gendered connotation back then.
If our buddy Bram wanted to talk about tits, you would know it, because he would use some other bizarre euphemism or literally say "teat".
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I've been working on pre-revision before diving back into rereading my first draft of Beyond Alder Creek, and it's amazing how much clearer my image of this story has already become over six small notebook pages of jotting down notes.
I snagged a super basic character profile with five questions, and every single one of them has helped me feel so much sturdier in my main cast. Like I felt like I was fumbling around with Winnie and Taliesin a bit because their primary motivations are obvious, but the deeper stuff never seemed to click. And now it just... does?
Now I've got to actually read the thing and, if I can survive that, working on my second draft should be a piece of cake lol
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i went to get my t-shot yesterday and it took me an hour and a half to get to the clinic and as soon as i got on the bed the nurse dropped my t-shot and it broke and now they're trying to make me pay for the replacement. i think the fuck not lmao
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the extent that i would be at emo night at sneaky dees every single weekend is crazy. you would think i was canadian.
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the youtube "stop drawing like this" community doesn't want you to know this but you can shade however you want forever btw. it doesn't have to make sense in fact you should actively be pissing people off with how inaccurate your light source is
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love characters who are like "this is how the world works. this is how it has to be (because if i'm wrong i have to face what i've done // if i'm wrong i have to face whats been done to me) "
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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
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