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i love the idea of a shorter gillion, a tall jay, and distinctly average height chip just as much as anyone else, but also
there’s something that hits different about a tall chip.
chip being 6 feet or taller, using that to his advantage when needed, taking up all the space in a room and drawing every eye towards him in flashy manners while his hands deftly maneuver to grab coinpurses and valuable jewelry.
him still being able to melt into the shadows, sliding up against a wall and disappearing like nothing. being one of the tallest men in the room but still carrying the timid stealth of a lost child. it’s something he could never let go of.
being one of if not the tallest on the ship but still having the heart of a small boy who just wants arlin back.
flaunting the height when he’s scared, using it like a shield.
it’s just cool. to think about the guy who’s entire personality is like a house of cards ready to fall apart at any second. and think about how he crumbles from great heights physically and metaphorically.
height means nothing, anyways, when you’re sprawled on the ground with your heart torn out.
so my brain does this thing where it doesnt remember anything that i write. as soon as the words hit the page, they are gone from my brain. Which is honestly really handy like when i dont know if the way im visualizing a scene works or not. I just wait a day or two and go reread it and now i know.
and im always surprised by how good my writing it and it’s a major confidence booster.
i genuinely thought the violating guidelines were ss and i thought it was a hilarious joke
so funny to me when white american christians are like “ooh i incorporate my religious trauma into my art and thats why i draw these stained glass gothic church gold multi eyed reneissance sculpture angels agnus dei” like i know your protestant southern california ass didnt have any of that. go make some art about this
Not gonna lie, when Poseidon arrived, I thought it was Hugh Jackman for a solid 30sec