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No, you don’t understand. All I’ve ever wanted as a little gay boy was to be a dirty overworked peasant girl.
SPIRIT: STALLION OF THE CIMARRON 2002, dir. Kelly Asbury, Lorna Cook
Okay but really, I'm crying in the school bathroom
what if empyrean suite was just caramelldansen
listening to timeless isn't supposed to be sad but why does my heart ache every fucking time the song gets to the “and somehow I know that you and I would've found each other, in another life you still would've turned my head” like yeah I did find him... and he did turn my head. I DID FIND AND LOVE HIM IN THIS LIFETIME. right person, wrong fucking universe I guess.
I’m really laying here in bed at 3am after a brutal week at work and another belrutal day ahead of me with my body begging me to go to sleep but my stupid brain is just screaming “Fuck you! Can’t you see that I’m busy planning out the plot of my next book series and trying to guess the next plot twist of my new anime because I’ve literally never been wrong so many times about which way a story is going to go! Fuck you you can sleep when the sun comes up”
None of my usual tricks have worked and I can already tell that today is going to be just one big sensory overload🙃😭🙃😭😭😭😭
ANGELA BASSETT ━ Best Supporting Actress in a Motion Picture for “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” at the 80th Annual Golden Globe Awards (January 10, 2023)
No because you don't understand how badly I need Nico and Kayla to be best friends
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
AKKAKAYAKY
Ok so in my silly little head the Apollo kids, Chiron, and some of the seven are the only ones that know that Nico is trans because of his internalized homophobia
Nico is disgusted with himself and doesn't want Will to have to deal with him
And Will, ever the sweetie, doesn't really get it but lets his sister, who is ALSO TRANS help him instead
And Nico slowly realizes that they both share a lot of struggles, like he's still struggling with self harm, Kayla used to before she got help
She also somewhat understands his whole eating thing because when she's in her depressive episodes her appetite is shit
So Kayla becomes like, his main medic. Because while Will loves him and is the head doctor of the infirmary, Nico is still new to the whole being loved and accepted thing, and *gasp* Kayla can't judge him for that! And of course, Will still doesn't really get it, but it makes Nico feel better, so he lets her take care of Nico instead.
So Kayla and Nico become best friends
And Kayla is loud and proud about her gender because she was still Kyle when she came to camp, so most seniors at the camp already know she's trans.
She's also pretty open about her sexuality, seeing as she's had crushes on boys and girls and not really hidden it.
Meanwhile Nico over here is terrified of anyone finding out he's gay, let alone trans??? He'd be shamed! Because of course he's still in the fascist Italy mindset, he doesn't understand that the world is more accepting
And she's slowly helping him accept himself
NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEY'RE SUCH BEST FRIENDS
PLS JUST LET ME HAVE THIS 🙏🙏🙏 (and write fanfics maybe??? 🥺🥺🥺)
For those who don't know, my legal name is Melpomene
greek mythology: melpomene
melpomene is the muse of chorus, and eventually becoming the muse and goddess of tragedy.
Just came to the unfortunate realization that the way I was envisioning Jeremy in my head was just…
Not to post too much in one day but uh… been working on this all this week cause the audio would not get out of my head!
(CW FOR BRIGHT LIGHTS AND FLASHING IMAGES)
SEBASTIAN STAN as STEVE KEMP in FRESH (2022) • dir. Mimi Cave
Crash (1996; dir. David Cronenberg)
AJAGSJAHSJASHAJSHJAHSJAHXHSHSHSH
IT'S SO DAMN PERFECT???!!!
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
@ai-higurashi
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RASHI!
I wrote this based off your Darkwing!Beakley headcannon, but I couldn’t find the post and had to do it from enemy for the most part, so it’s not exact
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL ANGEL!! I hope you have an amazing day because you’re wonderful and talented and you deserve it! I highkey stalked your profile for months before we ever talked, and when we did talk I was like “GASP SENPAI NOTICED ME”
‘Mask’
I just finished my entry for the 2021 Foundations Revealed costume competition and got it entered a few hours before the deadline. Whew. It’s been… a long week.
I came across a poem, ‘Mask’ by Beth Bachmann and had the sudden idea… “Hey, that costume competition was for a literature character this year, wasn’t it? I wonder when that ends…” 11 days. It ended in 11 days. And with the business still shut down and me in isolation, I decided… why not? What else am I REALLY going to DO with the next 11 days anyhow? Could a mask count as a character? Here’s to hoping it does!
I made a mask from the pattern by @mctreeleth and also a jacket pieced from the giant pile of cabbage left after making over a thousand face masks while in quarantine.
I started by pulling a pattern off my husband’s old patched 4XLT work shirt that has become my favorite house coat during the pandemic, so I had a fairly simple pattern to make out of the fabric I was going to piece. I planned on having an ombre effect on the jacket, light at the shoulders to dark at the hem. It ended up also having a rainbowy effect from reds on the left to blues and purples on the right. It took about two days to sort and cut all the pieces of fabric from the mask scraps - the largest is 4″x 5″, and I drew the line at the smallest being 2″x 2″. I pieced each panel over top of the pattern piece it was going to be on, and added a little extra for wiggle room, then thread traced each piece onto the panel, stay-stitched just under 1/4″ from the edge, and cut. I bagged out the bottom hem as I flat-lined each piece to stash fabric that had been too loosely woven for masks, but was perfect for lining fabric. I then joined everything together with french seams and boom - quilted patchwork jacket.
Making the mask took longer than I expected. Based on the amount of Bridgerton and Fate: The Winx Saga that played in the background while I was working, it took about 14 hours from start to finish.
Printing the mask pattern onto interfacing was brilliant - although trying the DIY scotch tape/interfacing trick didn’t go so well. The time it took me to unjam the printer isn’t part of the 14 hours. I did manage to print it onto a 8-½ x 11 commercial poplin meant for printing your own photos onto fabric to put into craft projects - then I added Heat ‘N’ Bond onto the backs before cutting out the pieces. That went wonderfully and made the mask pretty sturdy once it was finished.
For the most part, I followed the instructions that were with the pattern - but I did end up making a few changes:
I didn’t bother to top-stitch the bottom center seam. There’s no way to go all the way to the tip of the beak by machine, and nobody’s going to be looking at the bottom of the mask much anyhow. I just pressed the seam open very well on a sleeve board.
I didn’t add a fabric face strap - instead, I put two eyelets at the top and bottom of piece #10 after I was done and ran a lanyard through them with a cord lock, which worked very well.
On the round eye pieces, I edge stitched a line on the inside after flipping the lining around to the back side to keep everything smooth and in place.
Rather than folding the edge of the large circle down and pinning a ton of tiny pleats in place, I ran a line of small gathering stitches around the edge of the larger piece and used it like a drawstring to pull the large circle to the back side of the eye pieces and hold it in place. I ironed it well, and ran the gathering strings through the eyehole to the inside of the mask. I didn’t cut them off until after I had the eye pieces stitched down onto the mask. (I wish I’d taken a picture of this step, because it’s a lot quicker than the pinning - alas, it was 2 am and I didn’t think to.)
I didn’t slip stitch the eye pieces down onto the front of the mask. I pinned them in place, with pins situated kind of like spokes on a wheel. I edge stitched the eye pieces onto the mask by machine, walking the machine over each pin by hand. (Note - I was using an industrial sewing machine that handles thick fabric just fine and has a much heavier foot pressure than most home machines, so that probably helped this turn out well.)
If I were making this again, I would attach the bias for the eye holes from the front and fold it around to the back instead of the other way around - just for an aesthetic factor. It was a lot easier to make the final line on the bias look clean - which, sadly, will never be seen inside the eyepiece. The line around the bias inside the mask is the one part of mine that looks a bit messy.
Over-sized round “John Lennon” Sunglasses worked perfectly for lenses on this. After a while, they do fog up - I’m betting that wipes meant to keep the inside of goggles from fogging up will probably fix this.
I paired the jacket and mask with my pre-quarantine garb skirts and leather hat (shaped much like the quintessential illustration of a plague doctor), a shirt from my closet, and a cotton duck corset I had already finished as an experiment in color (Each external faux bone casing is in a different color radiating around half of the corset.) and also as an experiment in edge shaping - I made the corset extra-long, and then hand drew scallops around the bottom of the corset - not quite deep enough to count as tabs. I wanted to see if the bones were enough to keep these down and flat on the corset, or were they long enough they would flip up when worn? (Spoiler: They actually sit flat - yeay!)
Also learned on this project - when your husband is taking the photographs, and he is much taller than you, every picture that isn’t of your back will end up being a boob shot. XD
So I watched that episode of Our Flag Means Death where Ed finds the bunny and thinks it's a wolf and thought, what if Remus was a wererabbit and Sirius had no idea? Anyways, have a drabble.
Here I Am (a rabbit-hearted boy)
Hogwarts Era. 654 words. Wererabbit Remus. G.
Remus' floppy ears twitch unhappily. He had been so careful—so careful not to let his friends see the monster he becomes every full moon. He thought he was sneaky, when he made his way out of the castle before dinner—after the other boys had already left for the Great Hall, but here is Sirius, standing above him with wide eyes. He'd seen the whole thing, the whole transformation—running into the clearing before Remus could even shout at him to stop. Before his body bent and twisted violently into a monster. Remus' tiny body shakes in fear. Finally, after an impossibly long moment, Sirius seems to come back to himself. "R—Remus? Are you—you're a werewolf?" …I'm a what now?
"I thought maybe you were upset about Snape ruining your Potions final when you didn’t follow us down to dinner, so I came back to find you and saw you sneak out of the castle. I decided to follow you, but I didn't think...Oh my God. You're so...so...cute." Remus' nose twitches in a way that he thinks sufficiently expresses his shock and distaste. He’s not cute. He’s fearsome! An abomination! Sirius, unafraid, crouches down and strokes a gentle hand over the tawny fur on his back. Okay, well Remus doesn't hate that. Sirius scratches behind one floppy ear, and it makes Remus’ back foot twitch. Sirius smiles. "Are you a friend, wolf? Merlin, wait til I tell James about this! Our Moony—a real bloody werewolf!" and then as quickly as he’d appeared, he's gone, running off back toward the castle. It's just as well, Remus is dangerous like this. As much as he would love some company on the moons, one bite is all it would take and he could turn Sirius, too. He couldn't live with himself. Remus has just finished snacking on some grass, and is just about to hop into the underbrush to play chase with the rabbits of the Forest, when Sirius comes running back, this time with James in tow. Great. "See James! That's Remus, he's a werewolf!" James, who is bent over trying to catch his breath, looks up at him like he's stupid. "That's a rabbit, Sirius." "No...I saw him transform—that’s Remus. He's a werewolf." "At best that's a wererabbit." He looks down at Remus, his face twisted in thought. "Sorry Remus, just a sec. Sirius—" he looks back up at the other boy, pinching the bridge of his nose. “—have you ever actually seen a rabbit before?" "Well, not precisely...Grimmauld is in the middle of London, not exactly teeming with rabbits and the like." "Babbity Rabbity? Surely you've read Babbity Rabbity at least." "I'm pretty sure Babbity Rabbity would never make it into the Black family library. Not macabre enough." James sighs. "Okay well, I’m telling you that's a rabbit." James points down at him, and Remus twitches his nose, hoping it conveys how tired he is. Sirius stomps his feet, insistent. “But his last name is Lupin, not Lapin! He's Wolfie McWolf, not Bunny McRabbit!” “I’m pretty sure his name has nothing to do with which were-animal decided to take a chunk out of him, Sirius!” Remus tries to hop away while they’re fighting, but Sirius spots him and scoops him up into his arms. “Oh no you don’t! Come on Remus, I’ll sneak you back into the castle—get you something to munch on. What do rabbits eat, anyway? Hay? Flowers?” Human flesh. “They eat grass and, like, carrots. Good call though, better get him inside before an actual wolf spots him. Come on, Remus.” And that’s how Remus finds himself, a few hours later, in a soft bed, snuggled under the covers with Sirius’ hand gently resting on his furry back. He supposes being found out isn’t so bad, and if he wakes up in the morning—human again, Sirius spooning against his back, he thinks that might actually be even better.
A dragon who decides to hoard mint and various types of mint plants (and not knowing that mint has the mushroom’s blessing of inevitability were ever its planted) can go one of two ways.
1: The dragon is absolutely horrified as the mint engulfs and takes over its den. Its gold? Mint. Its gems and goblets? Mint. Its stores of wine? Mint. No matter what they do they can’t get rid of it.
2: The dragon is delightfully ecstatic as the mint engulfs and takes over its den. It’s a self growing hoard. No matter what any adventurers or knights do, they can’t get rid of it.
They were already dating by this point mind you