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mini analysis on vil's concept of beauty and how it affects his treatment of other characters (specifically, why leona grates on him)
in a nutshell, vil is all about effort. he respects people who try, even if their goals don't align with his own. this is shown most clearly in his p.e. uniform vignette
where he explains why he gets along with jack even though their physical goals differ, but it's also in several other voicelines
for vil, being naturally beautiful isn't enough. he'll readily compliment leona's looks and lilia's skin + grades, but he's quick to follow it up with criticism on how they don't put in effort
it's also shown in his initial reaction to neige's performance (and his original impression of neige before he learned more about his backstory)
with vil, coasting by on natural talent means nothing. characters like leona and epel irritate him because he believes they're wasting their potential. he'll acknowledge their inherent charm and beauty, but it means nothing if they 'rest on their laurels' and 'coast on their natural talent'. this is also why he gets along with jack so well; jack pursues his goals to the fullest which vil finds admirable, even though his goals aren't particularly appearance-focused. leona especially is apathetic and reluctant to put effort towards self-improvement. in leona's eyes, it's useless because he'll always be second-best to his brother. in vil's eyes, leona is a slacker. it's specifically because leona has so much potential that vil dislikes him. vil thinks he's squandering it by refusing to try.
madness
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amok time, yes
a little something crazy for your feed
reference and inspiration👇🏼
in the era of my art where i literally just throw as much as possible at the canvas and see what sticks. t4t forever!!!!! also on redbubble here
[ID: a digital drawing of a transmasc couple embracing on a backdrop of purple pink, and bright yellow stars. They’re both moderately tattooed, and one has top surgery scars. End ID]
It wrinkles my brain that Jupiter’s moon Europa has oceans that are sixty miles deep, while Earth’s oceans only reach seven miles deep at most. I’m willing to bet good money that there’s life in Europa’s oceans. Like five bucks. You hear me, NASA? I bet you five bucks that there’s life on Europa… Now that there’s money and reputation on the line, I bet they send a mission there real quick.
Honestly the hardest part for me about figuring out that I’m transmasc was realizing that I didn’t identify as sapphic anymore.
I feel like, in queer spaces especially sapphic love is so romanticized there’s this idea that it’s the most pure, ideal form of love and I think that’s something that ought to be addressed.
This also manifests in bisexuals saying things like “I’m bisexual but have you seen men 🤮”, and in people implying that a man could never love a woman in the same way that another woman could.
Sentiments like these are incredibly harmful to queer men, and contribute to a lot of internalized homophobia and transphobia.
Loving men or being a man isn’t ‘unfortunate’. It’s beautiful and it isn’t any less queer than loving women.
actually TERFs RELY on the rest of the trans community hating transmascs.
they push a narrative that trans women are oppressive men and nonbinary people are gender conforming women, i.e. the two subsets of people outside the queer community who terrorize transmascs and butches most, and once we are isolated from each other and our peers TERFs will swoop in with love bombs and reassurance and the intent to radicalize.
listen y'all. TERFs THEMSELVES spread the rhetoric that transmascs aren't oppressed and have no real problems and are too dumb to know better and should shut up and look pretty. The origin of this rhetoric is obvious: it is repurposed, weaponized misogyny, applied here as transmisandry/transandrophobia, and it is Deliberate.
if the next time you argue against transmasc rights you can switch the pronouns and recognize misogyny, you have a problem.
also: if you're arguing against transmasc rights...you have a problem!!
the only two faces of transmasculinity anyone knows is the caricatured softboi or The Invisible Man, indistinguishable from his cis counterparts, and TERFs are counting on it.
let *us* tell you what our experiences are like instead.
I read an au where Havers is an artist. Let me tell you about Official War Artists.
Official War Artists are artists commissioned by the country’s government to document the conflict, war, and home front during WWI and WWII (mostly in WWI, but being an Official War Artist has been continued to this day!).
The process of a war artist is that they make a sketch, after the sketch some use watercolours to block the highlights, shadows, and colour to the scene or person. Now that they have their general guidelines and they know what to paint, they go to their own personal studio and begin painting.
If they’re in the frontlines they’re actually alongside soldiers. They paint the scene in front of them, drive back to their studio (they’re issued with a vehicle), and paint.
Because they are commissioned by the government, Official War Artists are given a rank so that they are permitted to go to the frontlines. They’re technically officers!
Now back to the point I’m making. So imagine Havers is an Official War Artist. He paints Button House, in his spare time he paints the birds and gives them to the Captain, he paints the Captain a portrait. He’s very cagey about showing his progress to the others but when the Captain asks he’s delighted and shows him. Havers paints their Sunday stroll and calls it “The Most Beautiful Day of my Life” and it hangs inside Button House. It used to be in the Common room and now moved into the Captain’s room. Havers’ work is displayed in art galleries and museums. Alison goes on a date with Mike and she finds Havers’ paintings and snaps a picture of them to show the Captain.
When Havers was at the frontlines he was caught in the crossfire and took shrapnel to his face and he was unable to paint until recovery. When he recovered he did a self portrait of himself with the scars.
It is OUT.
Feel free to share your final results as well. :)
tiny rant about the wordgirl community
the fact that i've found nobody in the wordgirl tumblr fandom talking about the narrator for the show bugs me. is it because he has no canon appearance? no physical form to make fanart of? cowards, just make your own design for him. we in the stanley parable fandom do that all the time with the narrator from that game, what's stopping you? you disgust me
l know fanfiction got me when there's two characters who share bed in a platonic way just because they're sleeping better like that. like??? you can't tell me 12y.o. sirius black didn't slip into james's bed every night after summer at least in first two weeks back in school.
and do you remember crimson rivers? that one ruined me with wolfstar&jegulus sleepover scene, I'll never recover after black brothers in this.
also, I love the idea about moonwater like that, remus just big enough to cover reggie completely with his arms. and he's so warm (especially when fullmoon is near), and regulus is just always cold (and calms remus a little in those days).
14 year old artists listen to me right now (gripping you by the shoulders) STOP caring about your "internet presence" right naow. Draw slower and stop trying to boil your art down to an acceptable marketable brand
I love villains that are the reverse of the idea that the absence of love makes you evil. Villains that love to the point of paranoia and obsession. Villains whose love for someone corrupts them. Love being used for awful, evil things. Using love to justify horrific actions. Anything that breaks down the toxic idea that people who don’t feel love are monsters and those who feel love are always pure and heroic and morally right.
random gravity falls headcanons (mostly the Stan twins) because I can't keep it in anymore
Stanley has a learning disability. I don't have a hc for the specific disability, but Stanley has proven on multiple occasions that he isn't stupid (fixing the portal, running a business for 30 years). Instead, his treatment as a child was most likely because he had a learning disability in the 60s and 70s, and he had a father who obviously didn't care for anything less then perfection. It was just easier for schools and family to label him as stupid, then to take the time to actually work with him.
For Stanley, it was also easier. Instead of trying to acknowledge that there was something "Wrong" with himself, he fell into the archetype of "a stupid bruiser" because that's what all the adults in his life expected from him.
Stanley is actually slightly shorter then Ford. This is because people usually stop growing taller at 19-20, but things like stress and malnourishment can stunt growth.
Ford bulked up in college when he learned he wanted to do field research (in order to be fit enough to actually properly do the research!) Consequentially, a large chunk of the BMU students had a massive crush on him (he never noticed because of his self esteem issues)
Stanley curses a lot more then Stanford, but Stanley is a lot better at watching his tongue around the kids, so Dipper and Mabel have the false impression that Stanley basically never curses while Stanford curses like a sailor (in comparison)
The main reason Ford showers regularly is that Stan threatened to hose him down if he didn't and actually followed through with it.
I choose to believe that Zane still throws things at Kai whenever he makes suggestions.
Kai: Hey guys I think we should go to McDonald's for lunch today what do you thi-
Zane: *chucks a fucking laptop straight at Kai's head knocking him out causing him to drop like a rock*
Zane: I second that suggestion
[ID: Fanart of Clay and Bloberta from Moral Orel.
In the first image they are blankly looking forward with Clay holding a drink, the colors are desaturated. There are lyrics from the song My Alcoholic Friends by dresdendolls next to them which say: "I'm trying hard/ Not to be ashamed/ Not to know the name/ Of who is waking up beside me".
The second image is the same as the first one but without the text. End ID]
do you guys ever think of like. old timey feedsists. not in the fantasy sense but real people with weird ass kinks and no way to even know if anyone else thought when their friend’s mom was churning the milk and she was a lil chubby so her booba probably jiggled with her plump belly in her high neck dress and she would take a swig of rich thick milk and you know she was well off bc of how that dress hugged her hips and ass wait what was I talking about
I'm not ruining my body
I'm not ruining my body by getting fatter. I'm allowing it to become a sanctuary for my soul. Softening my hard edges for comfort. Slowing down my momentum as self care in a fast moving and dangerous world. Taking delight in my body, when we're told no matter how big or small we are, we're not good enough. Loving the changes as I grow over getting anxious as a result of keeping it in a problematic state for people who don't truly care for me. The more of me there is, the more of me I get to adore and more of me for people who love me to yearn for. I'm not ruining my body, my body is flourishing.