For those of you in need of a keen new t-shirt, take a gander.
"Mr. 9 and The Oculoids"
For those of you in need of a keen new t-shirt, take a gander.
"Mr. 9 and The Oculoids"
I know you don’t like to talk, but you gotta do it for her.
Yadriel & Maria appreciation post ✿◕‿◕✿
HE SAID MORE THAN HE DID ALL SEASON. I THOUGHT HE DIDN’T CARE. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST BEING NICE AND LETTING HIS BABY MAMA SEE THE BABY THAT HE PROBABLY DIDN’T REALLY WANT AND BARELY LOOKED AFTER BUT I WAS FUCKING WRONG. I WAS WRONG ABOUT HIM. HE’S JUST QUIET. THE DUDE IS STOIC AS FUCK AND HE FUCKING LOVES MARIA AND HE LOVES THAT BABY AND IT’S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THE WAY HE GUSHES AND TALKS TO HER LIKE MARIA ASKED HIM TO DO BECAUSE HE WANTS HER TO GROW UP SMART AND LOVED.
But also look at how cute the baby is dressed in each visit. Who did that? Daddy did. But that’s exactly the kind of visual cue that gets lost when he’s getting judged for his bald head, tattoos and stoic (thuggish?) demeanor.
this was actually really important to me because there are tons of reasons for a person being fairly non-verbal. i really liked the portrayal of this relationship because she knows he doesn’t like to talk and it’s not really portrayed as problem for her, it’s not a problem for their relationship, she accepts him for who he is. but she knows that babies need communication for development and he cares about his baby so much that he makes such an effort to do it even though it doesn’t come naturally to him. and it’s so natural in that last scene, it’s so clear he does it all the time and i just really liked this part.
Hang on a sec, if Trelle gave Randus’ crossbow back before #201 then did she go hunt a deer for the wolves in #197 with a throwing hammer? Now that’s a mental picture and a half.
There was a buck, a fairly young adult. He was a pretty hefty size even after being chased out of the Everdeep by the Feywild hailstorm and the rampaging swarm of what the original Torqletones would refer to as ‘lizard-monkeys’ simply due to the fact that there was no end of grazing material for him to eat.
But being out in the open, in the hills and valleys outside the forest, left him more than a little jumpy. Even the slightest noise got his attention, he’d already evaded a pack of wolves earlier in the night.
He stood atop a hill, looking around for any sign of the pack trying again. There was no sign of them, but there was a light coming from a valley and he could just make out a figure up on the hillside by it. They were way too far away to be a threat to him, so he just ignored them and made his way down the hillside.
There was a stream that ran through this valley that he’d been using as a watering hole. He gave the valley a once over as he made his way down, but nothing seemed out of place. There was just grass and mud as always.
The buck stopped by the water and lowered his head to drink. Unfortunately for him, the noise he was making was just loud enough to mask that of a figure rising from the mud behind him.
The moon was before the deer so Trelle’s shadow couldn’t give her away. The mud was hiding her scent and she matched her breathing to his as she weighed a throwing hammer in her hand.
After sizing up her quarry, she pulled back her arm and took aim just above the buck’s head. Just as she was in the middle of throwing, she clicked her tongue. The noise, no matter how quiet, was enough to startle the deer and his head shot up.
Right into the path of the hammer. It caught him on the back of the skull, killing him instantly.
Trelle was almost caught off guard when the hammer arced back towards her but her reflexes were more than fast enough for her to catch it out of the air.
"Oh, it comes back. Neat. Might not need to borrow Randus’ crossbow after all," she mused, returning the hammer to her belt as she stepped out of the mud pit she’d hidden in and over to her quarry.
Once she’d confirmed the buck was definitely slain and that the hunt had been successful, she gave out a whistle and several shadows crested the hill in front of her as her new wolf friends came bounding in for their first meal in weeks.
Okay, sure, I suppose she could have just spooked the deer into the middle of the wolf pack instead. Or used her Kukri. But there’s just something funny about using a throwing hammer as a hunting weapon.
This is something that was bugging me a little bit so, as always, I’ve decided to make an infograph.
Maybe other artists disagree, but when I ask for a request, it’s a fun game. You give me a suggestion and I build on it. It’s a team project. You don’t know what you’re going to get.
If your request takes longer than 3 sentences to describe, it’s not a request. It’s a commission. It’s something so specific, the artist will essentially be working for your specific scene for free.
And of course - DO NOT REQUEST THAT AN ARTIST DRAW YOU SOMETHING if you don’t see that they are specifically accepting requests.
People have been requesting free art from us our whole lives. We’ve had plenty of that. If we want to draw you free stuff, we’ll let ya know. Don’t just assume we have free time - just like you wouldn’t come up to a doctor at a grocery store and ask them to examine your twisted ankle.
Unless you’re a person who does that… in which case… don’t do that either.
I’d like to remind people that this goes for writing requests, too.
And if an artist or writer has a list of “what I do/don’t do” then please respect that.
i’d also like to add that artists and writers have a right to deny requests they feel uncomfortable filling, for any reason. please don’t get mad at them, especially if no money is involved.
Hercules was really good! Nice story and fight sequences, funny in good places, exercises a good knowledge of the mythos.
If you think all Black people’s blogs are “social justice” blogs, you’re racist.
I read some newspaper article recently that pretty much summed up Tumblr and the responses to it this way—privileged people who come here are shocked to see marginalized people talking about their experiences, so they think everyone’s just obsessed with social justice, rather than talking about their own lives.
Also, for many white people activism (and interacting with or professing care for people outside of their race in general) is tied with immaturity. For them it’s often just a pit stop on the way to embracing the system and adopting the same ideals as their parents.
It’s something they “do” in their teens and early twenties to be different, to be noticed, to feel superior, to feel significant, to show that they’re an independent thinker and their own person. Knowing the ins and outs of an issue isn’t really as important as “finding their voice” and the point is to be as loud and annoying to “the establishment” (Their parents) as possible to show they’ve grown up. In this effort they often change causes more often than underwear without accomplishing much.
Deep down they know they’re full of shit and so do their parents, which is why they put up with it up to a point. (The quote ”If you’re not Liberal when you’re 25, you have no heart. If you’re not Conservative when you’re 35, you have no brain.” really comes into play here. This is the standard progression for white people who have no “skin in the game”.)
Young white liberals become white conservatives (or “moderates” as they now prefer to call themselves) either when they get a job or have kids and they no longer need something artificial and foreign to them to give them a sense of purpose and importance OR when their repeated half-assed attempts at playing white savior are met with genuine criticism by the people they’re talking over and not helping. At that point they decide that “I’ve done all this for ‘these people’ and it’s not enough — I guess the stereotypes were right.”
SO… I think when white people see people of color and other oppressed groups advocating for themselves on Tumblr, Twitter and elsewhere online, they project their experiences onto others. For them “tumblr activism” is like their activism phase… something you can throw off and on at a whim and which doesn’t really affect you. They may have patience at hearing about oppression at first but after a while they get bored with it and want you to move on… to grow up… and grow out of it… like they did.
on one hand my writing’s kinda
but on the other hand uh
Call all of this be in the same book?
even better, both examples are from the same chapter
Not to be an asshole, but I think the writing in the second example is a thousand times stronger and more what I care to read than a string of adjectives that blur together.