its apparently been 8 years since i did this illustration of leela and romana camping in Spirit but i was never happy with the lighting in the original so i figured id give it another shot now that i know what im doing kinda
Have you heard? That in star trek tos: the city on the edge of forever, the phrase “Let me help” was established textually and explicitly through dialogue as code for “I love you”. In fact the implication was that it’s an even better thing to say to someone you love. This discussion took place between Jim Kirk and Edith Keeler, who was romantically attached to Kirk at the time, meaning that this phrase also applies specifically to romantic love. And in the next episode, after being injured, Spock lays in a bed in sickbay while Kirk worries over him, and Spock says, “Let me help.”
I am obsessed with Harry Sullivan. He is ridiculously smart but never has more than one braincell. He’s obnoxiously English. He is useless in literally any situation. I’m obsessed
Look at him…. who is this man…. why is he in space….
the most insanely cool thing any homestuck character ever did was when terezi drew a chalk outline for her own dead body then laid down and died in it. that was so fucking raw
i feel like “laid down and died” is severely underplaying it because the dying very much came first in the order of things
so not only did she draw that chalk outline but she did it with the exact knowledge of how she would die and collapse, probably using her abilities as seer of mind because what the fuck else are Weird Mind Powers good for if not predicting your own death and making a personalized crime scene aesthetic out of it
or, to sum it all up way better,
is it too late to get into homestuck cause this is funny
something that makes me fucking Insane about Patient Zero is that at the beginning Six is calling her Charlotte on purpose to sound serious about interrogating her but as soon as she starts fading in and out and getting sick he is YELLING “Charley” and I just think
I don’t know that the canonical Bertie Wooster could be called “progressive” (or “politically engaged” or “aware of anything that’s going on outside of his immediate sphere of acquaintances with funny nicknames”) but you can’t argue he wouldn’t support gay marriage. Bertie Wooster neither likes nor understands straight marriage, but he fights for his friends who inexplicably want to do that.
And if you change your pronouns, Bertie Wooster will never fuck them up because he barely has room in his brain for one set of them per person. As soon as you tell him, the old ones just evaporate. He might ask Jeeves about it later, but it’d be to the tune of “I say, Jeeves, why didn’t you tell me that Bingo was a woman this whole time? I’ve been calling her a bloke for years; she must think I’m a perfect ass.”
To be clear, he doesn’t understand that she transitioned. He thinks that she’s always been a lady. He’d try to explain it to someone and accidentally be the most supportive ally.
an aunt, probably: What’s all this nonsense about young Bingo, then? I hear he’s gotten it into his head that he’s a woman. Going about in dresses and such.
Bertie: Oh, I was confused as well, but it turned out to be rather a large misunderstanding. Bingo is a woman, always has been.
Aunt: That can’t be right, Bertie; he was at Eton with you, you absolute chump.
Bertie: Well, yes. Some sort of scholarship program, perhaps? I’m fuzzy on the details. But she’s very definitely a woman. She told me so herself, and I daresay she would know. Bit embarrassing for all of us, really; we mistook her for a bloke for years, the poor girl. She must have been too polite to say anything about it.
Aunt: But he’s gone his whole life up until last week looking like a man! If he were a woman, why would he not present himself as such?
Bertie: There was a dress code. I don’t know how many times I was told off for a scruffy tie.
Aunt: I don’t mean at school, you dunce. Even if - and it’s still nonsense, mind you - even if I were to accept that Eton somehow permitted this ridiculous state of affairs, what about afterwards?
Bertie: Oh, I haven’t the foggiest. I’ve long since given up on explaining the fairer sex, as well you know.
Aunt: Bertram, he was christened ‘Richard’.
Bertie: Yes, bit of an odd choice on her parents’ part. I mean, you don’t see many girls named Richard, what? I say, do you suppose that’s why she goes by 'Bingo’? If I were a lady saddled with Bingo’s Christian name, I should likely choose something else too.
Aunt: Have you spoken to Jeeves about all this?
Bertie: Naturally.
Aunt: And? What is his evaluation?
Bertie: He says that when a young lady asserts that she is, in fact, a lady, one ought to take her word for it.
Bertie: Very sensible, I thought. One can always trust Jeeves in these matters.
andrew garfield and daniel radcliffe have the same acting energy where it doesn’t matter if they’re good, they’re enthusiastically giving it their all. it literally does not matter if they’re ever good. it’s like asking oh that dog who is wagging his tail—does he know any tricks? fuck you for asking. fuck you fuck you fuck you he is wagging his tail how fucking dare you.
op this is your worst take ever
it doesn’t matter if my takes are good i am wagging my tail
if we want to stop the patriarchal concept of surnames being passed down the male line, we have a few options options that i’d be 100% fine with:
children get whichever surname is cooler, to eliminate uncool surnames over the generations
children get whichever surname is rarer, to achieve a utopian future in a few centuries where all surnames are more or less equally common
children’s surnames are randomly generated: say, heads for parent #1’s surname, tails for parent #2’s surname
parents pick the first names first, and then a court decides which surname fits it better. so if a couple named mr. madison and mr. liu want to name their daughter alison, she’ll get the surname liu, because alison madison sounds ridiculous
everyone stops having children right now
6) both parents’ surnames are combined into a new name, in the same vein as portmanteau ship-names
7) We adopt elvish naming customs and have upwards of three names for each individual, none of which are surnames and all of which may be translated to any other language for any reason at any point in our lives. This has no advantages but will really annoy every government on earth and I just think it’d be really funny to watch them figure out the paperwork for that
I once completed a name change for a Miss White, she was getting married to Mr. Black
second iterations of this little rodent I made twice to compare watercolor papers :-3
[ID start: watercolor drawing of a brown mouse standing on two legs and holding a wild flower in front of her that is very large compared to her, the mouse is wearing folksy clothes, a blue floral dress, apron and a patterned shawl on her shoulders. end of ID]
