my first big vector, made for a school assignment. we were supposed to make a poster to a quote, so i chose the butterfly dream. and so, i’m infamous to my graphic design teacher for putting kirby everywhere and anywhere ever since. again, a lot of things i would change after almost a year, but i still really, really like it. it’s hung up in my room even! oh and, this time, starring a watermark i made in like 5 minutes. hope its not too invasive! i just needed it to have some signature too.
Our family dog will be put down today because of cancer. She was the cutest, most cheerful dog I’ve ever met. Wanted to share a few pictures of her before she goes. Might delete it later. If you have a pet, give it some pats from me.
She’s gone now. I’ll be taking home the tiny plush toy I gave her when she was a puppy. She got all the pats before getting the syringe.
Our family dog will be put down today because of cancer. She was the cutest, most cheerful dog I’ve ever met. Wanted to share a few pictures of her before she goes. Might delete it later. If you have a pet, give it some pats from me.
“Waa why aren’t fandoms fun anymore” because you keep policing people’s headcanons, make fun of cosplayers,make fun of selfshipers, make fun of beginner artists and just make fun of people for having fun 😐
You guys want this to stay fun? Support each other! Or. Say. Nothing.
Weird-ass headcanon or hot take that has you scratching your head? Find something about it you agree with to comment on! …or say nothing.
Cosplayer doesn’t look anything like the character? They worked hard on it and want you to see it! Commend them for their attention to detail, paintwork, or stitching. …or say nothing.
See a creative work that isn’t at the god-level tier you’d prefer to see on your dash? Leave a comment or a reblog containing something you DID like about it. That person who’s just beginning to hone their skills was brave enough to share their creative journey and might be the person you’re raving about in a year because YOU were the one to show them the encouragement they needed to keep at it and get better. …or say nothing.
Don’t like that people are self-shipping themselves with your favorite blorbo, shipping in a way that squicks you, or doing something else you find incredibly cringy? No one’s forcing you to interact with that content. Filter tags, filter words, and block the content from your feed! …and say nothing.
The path to a fun fandom isn’t hard. Be nice. Encourage people. These are HOBBY spaces. They’re supposed to be fun!
so don’t get me wrong because a lot of arthurian stuff is super misogynistic. but it’s never really in the damsel in distress way you expect. like the most helpless damsel is lancelot trapped and crying in a tower, completely useless, until this random girl who made him behead a guy in front of her fifty pages ago rolls up with a pickax and rope and is like “ok I’m minecrafting you out of here.” and this works.
Another direction you’ll see this go is, like… okay, so in Arthurian texts, violence is very much The Province of Men. But women often want violence done for one reason or another, so they’re out there asking knights to fight such-and-such for them & the knights are of course honor-bound to accept under certain conditions, which by genre convention are easy to engineer.
All of this means that one of the standard female roles in Arthurian romance is “quest-giver”. And in some texts, this can drift from “these are damsels in distress and the knights must help them in various ways” to “it kind of seems like the women are the ones who actually know what’s going on & the knights are just being led along to wherever they’re supposed to be”.
It’s still ultimately an example of misogyny and strict gender roles, but it ends up often looking pretty different from the stock “damsel in distress” scenario people expect.
…Is the woman in Arthurian myth who Wants Violence Done but must conscript a man to actually do it the literary ancestress of the modern Femme Fatale? Discuss.
She slipped into my office that night like a demon into the mind of a pious monk, seductive and dripping with heresies. Her gown and headress were of rich silk befitting a maiden, but her eyes were cold and sharp as the executioner’s sword, and her lips as red as the apple that tempted Eve. Her legs, presumably, went all the way up, but the aforementioned gown was floor-length, so it’s hard to say. Also she’d ridden a horse into the building for some reason, which was quite distracting.
“Sir Knight,” she said, dismounting and retrieving something from her saddlebag, “I have a job for you.” She tossed a severed head onto my desk.
I peered at the severed head. It had noble features, and had managed to land exactly on top of one of the stains left by previous severed heads. “How did you find me?” I asked. “I swapped my red shield for a blue one; the disguise should be impenetrable.”
“The hermit told me where you’d be”, she answered in a voice like the bells on a horse’s harness before battle.
That tracks. Those hermits are always poking their noses into my business. “How may I serve you, fair lady?” I asked. “I’d kneel, but my armor’s gone a bit rusty in the legs.”
“The Baron D'Iverjoure has slain my lover,” she said, gesturing at the head, the rings on her fingers clinking like manacles in a wicked king’s dungeon. “I need you to avenge him.”
“I have no quarrel with the Baron D'Iverjoure,” I said, knowing as the words echoed in my helmet that I was saying them just for the form of it and I’d end up taking this quest regardless. “I have heard he is an honorable man.”
“That may be,” said the damsel, in tones as lovely as a reliquary and just as filled with death, “but you took an oath to obey the next lady to ask you a favor, and I’m calling it in.”
I silently cursed my habit of swearing rash vows. They always get me in trouble. But you know how that goes. “Your wish is my command, milady.”
She nodded and remounted her horse with the help of her two servants who I hadn’t bothered to mention before now. “I will listen for news of your success,” she said as she left.
That’s the way it is with damsels; they always know about the oaths. Even the ones you spoke into a dented chalice, empty of wine, after everyone else had left the feast. And now I’ve got another quest I can’t turn down without losing my honor.
I’m glad you appreciate it. I was wracking my brain trying to come up with enough “beautiful but dangerous” similes to fill this out in the over-the-top way I wanted – the reliquary one was the only case where I stopped and thought “that’s actually not bad; i should remember it.” Probably needs workshopping, but I like it in concept.
Hey men. I do not mean this in a mean way but please.
If you are alone with a much younger woman at night for whatever reason (for example in a taxi) don’t start talking about kidnapping/murder cases unless the woman initiates it. And especially don’t talk about a case where a woman was kidnapped on a hiking trail and then say you’ve walked that hiking trail later out of curiosity.
This is absolutely creepy and will 100% frighten the person you’re talking to. I know a lot of men don’t realize when they’re being scary to women because they often can’t relate to the helplessness we feel when confronted with a situation like this, but a lot of us are at least a little on edge when alone with a stranger, so even just talking about topics like this will scare people.
So please check what you’re talking about. I prefer a boring as fuck conversation about the weather over whatever the hell that taxi ride was.
