We’ll board a train, we’ll never come back.
notsomeaningfool asked: Hi. Do you follow some kind of routine with the writing? It may sound a little lame, but I need to know. I am the laziest being on earth.
I do, and I’m obsessed with asking other artists their routines. Here is one version of a routine from before the fairy tales tumblr went viral, which is still taped up next to my desk:
Also relevant: I was listening to Pete Holmes’ interview with John Hodgman on You Made It Weird, and Hodgman said, “There is no ritual that enhances creativity other than starting.” (Which he says is a paraphrase of Lynda Barry, who’s done a bunch of brilliant comics about creativity).
flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me
like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry”
i thought you could combine flowers
like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and a large tomato”
I really hope no one’s answered this for you yet, I saw this and got so excited that my obscure knowledge base might come into use. I had to stretch a few flowers so to speak but Victorian flower language allows for alteration in meaning depending on colour, fruit, flower, bud, steam, leaves and thorns, so I didn’t feel I was too far out of line. This message would work best as two bouquets bound together. First red Nasturtium with no leaves (red denotes a leader, the nasturtium a patriot) mixed with white or red Mask Flowers (rebellion, red if you want to emphasize fighting, white martyrdom) around Cypress (death). Then Chick weed (rendezvous) and Blue Convolvulus (night) surrounded by eight White Popular Leaves (symbolises the time: eight), Yellow Iris (flame, and a flower that grows by rivers) and Yellow Prarie Dock Flowers (this was closest I could find to docks)and one large Tomato Leaf, all bound in Dogwood Bark. Dogwood represents deceit, but as far as I could find the bark wasn’t used symbolically, and as you referred to the dog instead of a dog, I thought it was likely the pun should be a dead giveaway.
So there’s your rebel message!
I’m continuing the pattern gijinka :B
Edit: added Fretwork! ^^
lol houndstooth my nemesis we meet again
Our society operates on the principle that there are men and women, and nothing in between. These gender identities are assigned at birth, and we’re expected to “live up to them” all our lives.
For previous generations of transgender and gender-variant individuals, this has meant a life of secrecy, pain, and closeting — a life spent policing one’s self and feeling abnormal.
The growing visibility of transgender 6-year-olds, however, is disrupting this dynamic and causing an evolution of thought, as cisgender people — men and women who identify with their assigned gender — recognize that they are not “normal,” as previously thought, but rather, members of a majority group.
This evolution will likely continue, as recent prevelance studies suggest that one in 10 children are gender-nonconforming, and one in 100 children are transgender. This means that one in 10 young people may not feel a need or inclination to live up to their assigned gender, and one of every 100 6-year-olds in our schools is like Coy Mathis.
Through their honesty and bravery, these children are introducing new ideas to us about gender identity. They’re not trying to, though. They’re just being themselves in a world that is too often failing to believe and accept them.
|—||Why Are Americans Terrified of Transgender 6-Year-Olds? | Leela Ginelle for The Advocate (via projectqueer)|
|—||The Geekiary on Big Bang Press, a Kickstarter campaign publishing original fiction novels by three fanfiction authors. Read excerpts from their books here. (via bigbangpress)|
I draw coloring books. They make pretty awesome presents.
These books are my full-time job right now. All profits go straight to keeping me housed, fed, and posting fanart on Tumblr when I should probably be sleeping.
So if you (or someone on your gift list) enjoy coloring pictures of giant sauropod driving instructors, unicorns farting in elevators, or badass fat sci-fi heroines, my friend, have I got you covered.