I Am Here To Look At Fanart And Because Twitter Confuses Me.

1920s Baroque Works 🥂

Always wanted to do a movie poster redraw of the Great Gatsby so here they are!!

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

Drown me in OCs, I’ll die of happiness before I can suffocate

“May I please draw your OC?”

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

The Nightingale sings

There is a time, when Bryce is young and grieving and furious, where she thinks of never Claiming anything.

She thinks of simply staying as she is, human-enough and powerless, because she has seen how her father struggled with hiding, with denying, for so many years and with so many people, and she doesn’t think she can do the same. Not when she has just watched her parents be lowered into the ground and buried.

She thinks of it. Consider it, even.

But then she thinks of the way her father’s face had lit up, that first time she asked why the stars were singing. Thinks of the first touch of moonlight against her cheek when she sat in her window late at night, soft and steady and comforting. Thinks of the weight of the shadows on her shoulders, a heavy blanket that covered her completely as she stared dully at blood soaked streets.

She thinks of all that and more, her father’s smile as he told her stories from days long past, her mother’s teasing at her husband’s delicate wings, Alfred dry sarcasm when once again faced with the glitter, and she knows that she will not be able to ignore the call of the Night when she is finally ready to lay her Claim.

She is a Fairy, after all. They can never resist that which Calls them for very long.

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I genuinely cannot remember how the hell I came up with this, but I found it in my docs folder a decided I might as well share it.

Slowly, but surely, it grows larger.

All credit goes to RosaNRoss, who deserves all the hugs and praise in the world

Please Help Me Raise Money

Hey everyone, it's Shadow.

As you might know, my home life is rocky and currently I'm not in the healthiest environment. My parent recently smashed my tablet, destroying any safe and private way for me to talk to friends, family, or for me to write, draw, or listen to music safely.

I have a Gofundme that is aiming to raise enough cash for me to buy myself an IPod (small, I know) so that I can Safely be able to talk to others and pursue the things I love Safely.

If you can, please donate, as any small bit of money helps. Otherwise, please reblog or share this elsewhere. I need as much help as I can get.

Thank you all so much, and hopefully I can reach out again soon.

-Shadow

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The latest version, V5

I continue to torment my platonic spouse

Credit to RosaNRoss

My very good friend Cover Mystic made this drawing of Mariana and I absolutely love it

This is Doris Pollas, the cofounder of the organisation now known as lgbt+ Denmark which by being founded in 1948 is one of the oldest if not the oldest queer organisation in the world.

Doris lived in a farm in Jutland as a child. She was always butch and figured out she was a lesbian in her teens. When she heard about a club in copenhagen where boys kissed boys and girls kissed girls she went just some months after and it was through that club she started a paper connecting queer people all up to seventies and co founded lgbt+ Denmark.

She is now 97 year and wishes for every queer person to have an as loving and accepting family as she did.

I don’t see a lot of older gays from my country, so learning about Doris, a masc lesbian, was really nice.

A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...