#hi shelley this is for u

[atopvisenyashill]

i was thinking more about characters Performing Gender, but not necessarily Transgressing Gender. I wound up focusing on Ned and Sansa bc I feel like I understand them the most but-

Sansa as a hostage is imo the most obvious (bc it’s so well done) moment of someone clearly Performing Gender but not being transgressive in that performance. Which isn’t to say it’s not a complicated performance; it’s a fine line Sansa walks between weaponizing her gender to protect herself without seeming too fake. She’s trying to placate the Lannisters by playing the perfect, dedicated, air headed betrothed because it’s the only defense she has - if she outwardly rebels, she will be punished in a likely violent and/or sexual way (which isn’t even conjecture - when she says “or maybe he’ll give me yours” Joffrey has her struck with an armored hand). She’s not quite successful in being convincing but that’s because it’s a rather extreme situation; despite no one believing her, she does make herself seem meek and stupid enough that no one suspects she’s plotting to escape with Dontos until she’s well away from KL. The fact that she even has Dontos to confide in is because of Sansa’s relationship with gender! When she saves him, she covers her rebellious slip by playing up Joffrey’s intelligence & his role as King; she reaches for “tools” of her gender AND of ~proper manhood~ to save a life and herself from another beating. Her retreats into the godswood and silence are very much Sansa attempting to recharge from these draining interactions, the same way a knight would need to stop and eat and rest after a fight. She is fighting, constantly, by forcing herself to stay within the narrow confines of a specific type of gender performance as a way of shielding herself from harm.

Ned yelling at Cat is another big one, and I’ve seen the scene referred to as Ned using his patriarchal power to scare Cat, which is a great description. It feels like a Performance because Ned is putting on this terrifying Lord Stark mask in an attempt to get Catelyn to stop asking about Jon (and Lyanna). This is not how he usually acts with those he loves! When Ned is with His People, he is welcoming of questions, curiosity, emotion, even transgressive thought (to a point! the idea that Ned is a feminist because he lets Arya learn to fight is Not accurate but you can’t deny he allows significantly more flexibility wrt gender expression than most of the fathers we meet in this series. the bar is in hell tho). Yet when Cat asks him about Jon’s mother, Ned scares her so well she stops asking & still remembers the moment bitterly over a decade later. And if that snippet we see through Bran’s eyes of Ned praying that Cat will forgive him does come after she asks (like it’s suspected), it’s clear not only that this is a performance he’s putting on & weaponizing against Cat, it’s one he does not like using as a weapon against someone he is close to. After using the power his gender gives him to cause harm, he retreats to the godswood and silence to pray and rest, much like Sansa. A spiritual cleanse, the way a soldier may pray after battle, to reset and reconnect Being A Proper Man to Being A Kind Man.

I think there’s something interesting in that two of the characters most widely defined by how well they adhere to Westerosi gender norms both dislike feeling like they had to weaponize their gender. They are exhausted by the performance, because it’s a performance. This isn’t Sansa getting excited over tourneys, or Ned teaching his sons to fight; it’s toxic masculinity, it’s structural misogyny. It’s something they’re good at, excel at, and connected to something they enjoy but when it’s paired with violence, whether done by Ned or done to Sansa, it crosses over in their minds from an innate part of themselves (The Gender) to a performance necessary due to survival (The Gender Role). And that after these performances, both retreat to nature & god as a way of resting and cleansing from the experience.

#valyrianscrolls #ned stark #sansa stark #getting on my soap box #there’s something here too about romanticism. like shelley and coleridge and whitman. the need to return to nature to undo society’s harm. #especially with the way various romance movements and romantic tropes are played with by their characters. #i can’t even remember who said it which just shows u how shitty an english major i am aksjd but about how. #like society is necessary but just as necessary is the ability to escape into nature. i *think* it was coleridge i’m probably wrong. #the gender war makes corpses of us all #gender politics in asoiaf #obviously you can point to several moments for both of them. sansa calling petyr father. ned’s relationship with theon. wherein they both #are clearly performing something for an audience. #there’s like 12 other branches of this in my head. jaime’s romanticism. being knighted bloody & the sacrilegious nature of the sept sex. #and his inability to escape his gender performance the way ned & sansa do. ned being willing to cry in front of others but robb only ever #crying in the dark with his baby brother after he loses ned. cat’s tower stuff & finding solace in sewing. #i’m gonna try to write up something about loras & renly here too. tomorrow. #also i wrote this at the train station after work so if there’s errors or it makes no sense just pretend u never saw it skskdj

[thecrownisagift]

People's inability to believe in Nate's redemption arc while being in love with Jamie Tartt really screams nothing but racism

#nick mohammed #phil dunster #dont get me wrong i love jamie but like nick is out there acting his ass off #and truely showing u where hes coming from and why his actions are what they are #but well drool over jamie while shitting on nate #ted lasso #nate shelley #jamie tartt

[ascendingconures]

Various pre-distortion mikeys that have been sitting in my gallery

#i cannot stress enough how much of a confort character he is to me #if it isnt obvious i never really finish my 2d art i just doodle for fun and its usually him #i mainly work in 3d #i cannot draw this motherfucker consistantly at all. how i draw him changes so much #the only thing that is consistent is the tooth gap and the freckles #michael shelley #i love him sm i just wanna ruffle his hair #mikey u didnt deserve such a fate #making myself post this to say fuck you to my anxiety LETS GOOOOO

[malach-te]

im very normal about my tav, willow, and her relationship with astarion

#bg3 tav #bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 oc #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #tav #theyre so cute TO ME #necromancer and vampire in love #the mary shelley moment in the cutscene u get after u finish his quest is so funny and fitting for their relationship #yes she WOULD love to have sex in a cemetery especially on the grave of her undead soulmate #my art #willow

[livenudebigfoot]

finally got around to it and now i'm experiencing post-ted lasso finale madness (feverishly drawing and redrawing nate's arc on a whiteboard until it's emotionally satisfying)

#ted lasso #like the descent into darkness last season was so well managed #how do u botch the redemption arc like this #why was so much of it spent on Nate getting a girlfriend #like it's fine that he's in a relationship but not having a girlfriend was never his problem #there were bits and piece i liked (gentle beard headbutt #crying in the locker room with ted #etc.) #but they all felt like scenes from a better version of this story #nathan shelley

[scootarooni]

Prompt #2: Gothic Literature

I knew I wanted to do Frankenstein for this one, but it took me a bit to figure out what I was gonna do. and then I remembered WAIT there's a vocaloid based on Frankenstein's monster!!!! ...I'm definitely toeing the line here and this is absolutely not the last time you'll see me plug vocaloid into this challenge...but liiiiistennnn consider this: Big Al cool!

(also a sidenote I forgot to mention in the first prompt: I'll be doing this challenge weekly. So I wont hit every prompt, buuuut I'll get to all of my favorites!)

🎃 13 Scenes of Halloween Challenge 🎃

#his shoulder is bothering me but theres no time for dat goku #also funny story! somewhere along the lines i got my history mixed up and thought shelley knew ada lovelace and oh boooy #i thought i had something LMAO like ''oh yeah she knew the first computer programmer so im justified! this was my inspiration!'' #but they did not. know eachother. DFHSGKHFDKGFDS #im still justified tho. something something frankenstein is science fiction something something voice synth #listen u connect the dots here im tired #faefranceshalloween #vocaloid #big al #vocaloid big al #art challenge #art prompt

[mistninja]

Apocalypse stories man...........

#STILL reading the last man by mary shelley but im close to finishing #the book is alright but it is the tangents about specific deaths that really make u feel something #who gives a shit about lionel i care about the random ballet dancer and the lonely nobleman and the blind father with his daughter #aough

[solitaire-enthusiast]

autism creature nate shelley i made in like two seconds

#i don’t know how to do his hair #ted lasso posting #nate shelley i love u #autistic nate shelley truther for life #yes i based this off of a pic of him from like season 1 #i miss season 1 nate

[doublearmbars]

bartender and pianist au......

#shelley returning to town for the first time in years and getting a job at an upscale bar he kind of hates but the piano player is cute #and then they realize they know each other from the music scene when they were in their 20s. #so its the double vision of seeing each other both as they are now and how they were. #how the guy coming to the bar on his break is both the professional pianist getting a ginger ale and the young idiot giving u a stick n pok

[lighteraryloredump]

i made this drawing a while ago, but it was part of bridesmaid shenanigans for my friend who may or may not follow me on here so ive been waiting to post for a hot minute :) hehe can you tell this is very much inspired by light/romantic academia?

theres definitely some things i would maybe change looking back, but all in all it's a pretty cute illustration methinks !

#hi girl i hope u see this :) #artstudent #appalachianartist #digital art #mary oliver #mary shelley #john steinbeck #light academia #romantic academia #romantic aesthetic #academia aesthetic #truly she embodies a lot of chaotic academia but shes just so cute and probably just fully cottagecore vibes shes gotta b light academia yk #just so everyone knows i was watching / listening to lets plays of stray while drawing this #thats all

[eric-the-bmo]

fun fact. i realized leo is a little bit inspired by michael distortion. do with that information what you wish

#or however the saying goes #bc listen. listen- they worked in similar jobs. #they both had someone they adored who kept them in the dark about what was truly going on. #said person ended up altering/killing them in a way. #the vague dissociation going on with both of them the strange bitterness they have towards the person they adored. #theyre probably both vague about things maybe #even the way i imagine leo’s voice was largely influenced by michael’s #(although i now imagine it to be a bit deeper and with an american accent) #i think that’s where the similarities end though #since michael seems to view humans as a form of entertainment #and leo is probably still kinda clinging to the fact he’s a person albeit in a sort of detached way. #like the Vibe i want to achieve is a mix of both Shelley and Distortion do u understand me #idk man im solely going off Vibes and that might be a bad thing i need to Actually work on his personality #like GOD #leo vibes #eric finally speaks #tma spoilers

[comfymoth]

guuuuyyyssss the tma hyperfixation is coming baaaaaack

#idk ive been relistening to episodes for funsies but i didnt realize it was THAT bad until i caught myself making lunch and wondering #what michael shelleys relationship with his mom must have been like #for him to wind up going to the literal ends of the earth for gertrude robinson #you know like normal people thoughts. what Normal people daydream abt while cutting celery. #anyways how much tmaposting r u guys willing to tolerate hm whats the vibe whats the Limit here

[no-fxn-club]

So so close to changing my pfp but idk to who smh

#holy terror #it’s between Dezel or Shelley #also homophobic my phone changed his name to Denzel bc fuck u phone that’s not his name

[luveline]

JADE THE EDDIE ZOMBIE AU WITH SHY!READER IS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WISHED FOR! could I request eddie cuddling the reader for the first time? maybe shy!reader gets an infection from her injuries or gets sick and he has to cuddle her to keep her warm??

thank u! eddie zombie au —you and eddie get to know one another and share a shy cuddle. fem!reader, 1.4k

tw throwing up/ vomit mention 

You're in the kind of pain that makes you nauseous whenever you move, and medication isn't making it better. Eddie —your saviour, and your new friend— keeps you doped up generously, but you're terrified to take the strong stuff and he's not eager to give you anything too sedative anyhow. 

"I don't want you to think I'm being selfish," he says, laying on the floor next to the dusty couch that makes for your sick bed, "but I don't know what dose is right, especially when you've had half a bottle of Tylenol in two days. And you had that rum. I should not have let you drink that." 

The rum numbed the pain quickly, but mixing alcohol and painkillers is a terrible idea. You'd been in agony and couldn't have cared less at the time, meanwhile Eddie's adrenaline wore off and he confiscated the bottle. Two hazy days later and you're not feeling any better than you had. It's concerning.

"I think I feel sick," you confess. 

Eddie sits up. When he looks at you, it's with all the care and concern of someone who's known you for years rather than days. "How sick?" 

"Just… sick." 

He holds up his hand carefully. "Can I?" he asks. You nod, and he presses his knuckles to your forehead, moving it an inch lower as he feels for your temperature. 

Eddie frowns. "Alright, not great." 

He eases your shirt up your hip. You're shy, sure, but his touch feels disarmingly intimate, his fingertips barely touching you as he peels the medical tape away from your gauze. He's already changed it twice. Your wound is messy even with his frankly impressive stitching. 

How come you're so good at them? you'd asked him. 

Well, I– I played this game with my friends and we made costumes, sometimes. Guess it came in handy. You know, it's funny, I had to give myself a couple of stitches a while back and it was Shelley-esque. 

Maybe 'cos you couldn't feel them… How are we going to take them out? you'd asked. 

His easy smile abated. Um. Well, we'll figure that out.

Eddie peels the gauze from your hip. "Don't look." 

"What?" you ask, looking down. 

Eddie puts his hand in front of your face. "Don't look, I don't want you to panic again." 

"Is it worth panicking over?" you ask. 

"I don't think it is, but if you see it you'll panic because it's your cut. I think I'm gonna wash it again, okay? Does that sound cool?" 

"I can do it," you say. 

"You don't do it, that would require looking at it."

"I can't look at it," you insist. 

Eddie does the strangest thing, a short line stroke against the uninjured skin beside your wound. He's trying to comfort you, you realise. 

This is why you wouldn't mind being friends with him. If he was going to murder you, he probably wouldn't have bothered saving your life, and he's been really friendly, even when you puked up your dinner yesterday and he had to help you change, too weak from blood loss to do it yourself. He made you more dinner afterwards, too, heating up a can of something on a camping butane fire. 

He's a nice person, you think. A good person.

Eddie washes your wound with water warmed and then left to cool over the camping fire. He pats it dry with a cotton pad, shushing you sympathetically when you whimper. "I have an antiseptic," he says gently, "a real one, not just the rum. We'll put some of that on and let it breathe, yeah?" 

"Whatever you think you should should," you say. 

"Okay. Sit tight. It might hurt again." 

The antiseptic is cold, and it stings for a few seconds where the warm water hadn't. When he's done, Eddie wipes his hands clean and folds your shirt up to keep the cut unmarred. 

You relax, Eddie diligent at your side. He unveils a pack of goldfish snacks he'd been saving for a special occasion and won't listen to you when you refuse them, opening them and pouring a splash of them onto your chest. "They're birthday cake flavour," he says. 

"Don't give me your nice food," you say. 

"Why not? I'm happy to do it. Just eat them. Unless you don't like them? I'm eighty percent sure I have twinkie, and there's a tiny Hershey's bar. Do you like chocolate?”

You eat some of his snacks and reject everything else he offers you. You only get up to use the bathroom (a bucket you'd rather not talk about). Eddie brings you some more warm water and a cloth when the sun sets to wash and sits in the kitchen of the pizzeria to offer you some privacy. 

The staff room feels scary without him. You've known him for not even three days, and already you're worried he's going to run off without you. Considering you'd probably die if he left you now, it's a typical reaction, but he's being so nice. You'd been fucking tired of dragging yourself from one place to another; having someone else waiting on you is a miracle. 

A reprieve. 

"Eddie?" you call. 

"You okay?" 

"You can come back. I'm done." 

"Awesome," he says, quick to turn the corner. He checks that his wagon and bike are still connected before rolling them to the back of the room. With everything done for tonight, he secures the room, hooking a chair under the door handle, and pushing a half filled water tank in front of it. 

"Need anything else?" he asks, crouching in front of you. 

"No," you say gratefully.

"Okay." He sits down on the floor, laying back, your bodies in line and apart. "Tell me if you do." 

You puked on his blanket, too, and he hadn't been able to wash it. He took all the gross stuff, your ruined clothes, blood and vomit covered, and chucked it outside far from the building.

"I'm really sorry about… making such a mess," you say, turning as onto your side as you can manage. 

"Don't be sorry, you couldn't help it." 

"Did you–" You lick your lips quickly. “There's room up here. Not a lot, I know, but you don't have to sleep on the floor. It's getting cold." 

"I don't wanna squish you," he says. 

"I can handle some squishing. You've done so much for me, I don't like that you're on the ground." You clear your throat. "If you want to. I don't mind," you mumble. 

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." 

"It's okay," you say, shifting as far into the back of the couch as you can. It's nice and wide but he'll have to lay on his side to fit. "It might be nice. It really is cold." 

As soon as you've said it, your skin flushes with heat. Embarrassment has you staring resolutely at the wall, more eager than you want to be as Eddie sits on the couch and eases onto his side, legs straight, arms tucked in. It's never going to be comfortable. 

"You can touch me," you say. "It's fine."

Beyond his grazing fingers, you haven't been touched with anything akin to kindness since before the apocalypse began. You want it badly, so badly that his arm pressed over your waist makes you cringe at first. 

"Kinda awkward," he says. 

"I don't remember the last time…" 

You turn your head toward his but close your eyes. Eddie sighs, his body heat already seeping into your side where he's cuddling into you. His arm relaxes over your front, and you relax in turn beneath him. 

"Me neither," he murmurs. "Don't let me hurt you, okay? Push me off if I get too close to your hip." 

You agree. Things are strange for a while, the nerves of being close to him strangling any pleasure, but eventually Eddie falls asleep, his face falling into the slope of your shoulder, and you wrap your arm around his waist to keep him from falling on the ground in his sleep, and the strangeness melds to bone-deep relief. 

It's very, very nice to be held by someone. 

Eddie's curls tickle your face. He snores in his sleep. You try your best to ignore it. 

#eddie zombie!au with shy reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[perplexingly]

hi marta :3 have u ever listened to the album "the haunting of mary shelley, or, the vindication of the rights of the departed"? i think youd like it its on both yt and spotify

I haven't but it sounds super interesting O: the past couple days I've been kinda busy and haven't had time to sit down and listen to anything, but I'll try to find time for it soon!!

#rec

[localratwithcowboyhat]

hi omg!! i love your art style so much, i just discovered your blog!! its so cool to see another trans autistic dyslexic adhd physically disabled artist whos a furry with a tma special interest?!?!/pos and /gen!! if you're ok with a request, can you draw michael (shelley or distortion) from tma?/nf hes my comfort character i love him so much!! thank u for all of your content!! and sorry for any spelling/grammar errors!!(dyslexia :P)

Ayyy thank you so much thats so sweet‼️im glad you enjoye my art :]

So here a michal just for you

#confess your sins #thank you!! #:} #michal shelly #also not a furry just have a fursona :) #the distortion #tma michael #michael distortion #the distortion tma #the magnus archives #digital art #my art #art #fanart #tma #autism #disabled artist #artist on tumblr #cw eyestrain #tma fanart #tma art