As of this week I’ve been drawing TJ & Amal for 5 years.
And I have been watching, creeping in the shadows… Pretty close to all that time! Whoa. It makes me so happy to think that I’ve been watching this story slowly develop over all that time, and that over that time, more and more people have come to fall in love with these characters, too. I wish I could put into words all the things that this comic has been to me, but I guess… Well, TJ and Amal have been the one constant in my life since I first started digging through E. K.’s y!gallery. There’s a somber thought for you.
I didn’t finish yet, but I’m going to keep working on it.
favourite one-off characters → Kali (5.19 Hammer of the Gods)
“If anyone gets to end this world… It’s me.”
She could have stayed around forever and Sam and Dean could have gotten tangled up with the old god’s and that would have been all right. :c
the big three have all gone into an insanity-induced coma
other fandoms are drowning in their tears
and now they awaken..
teen wolf rises again
o okay thanks for the heads up there
Hopefully I can finish this by midnight, but hey, first time drawing Hadassah! Fuck yea. Her expression is coming out kinda creepy. I’m trying not to dwell on that.
Instead, let me tell you about Hadassah. She is the daughter of Yitzchaq, a well respected troll chieftain who was basically regarded a living legend, a chosen son of the Most High, and all that, and Ruqayyah, an orc lady who was the whole reason that Yitzchaq was worth a damn. (Their story is going to be part of A Land We Grew In.) They had more than a few enemies, and Hadassah was orphaned at fifteen. Her uncle led the tribe following her parents’ deaths and groomed her to replace him. He never pressured her to marry and ignored all talk about finding her husband. When he died, she was named his heir. There was a brief war within the tribe and blah blah blah plot stuff! Then, she proposes to Mikha’el and gets to kiss Máire all over and everyone is happy. Until, you know, shit starts happening again.
As a trans woman, not many things give me a headache the way the entire concept of passing does. Passing is the idea that if a trans woman (or any person who is presenting as a woman) looks, dresses and acts a certain way, people won’t be able to tell they are anything other than a completely “normal” woman. If you look at online trans communities or forums, you’ll find tons of tips on how to pass better – everything from hair removal tips to workouts to how to walk and sit more femininely.
All of this presupposes that there is only one right way to look like and be a woman. And it’s infuriating. On the one hand, whenever I go out in public or post pictures online, a part of me is deathly afraid that I’ll be insulted or worse. I desperately want to be accepted as the woman I am. On the other hand, I hate that in order to feel safe, I’m expected to fit into the very narrow box that is labeled “woman.” Tips on how to pass always seem to say that you should avoid building muscle mass and avoid wearing clothes and makeup that are too costumey, that you should try to hide your shoulders and soften your features. Trans women are often told that if we want to pass, we have to try our hardest to be petite, soft, have just the right amount of femininity, and not stand out too much. But what if I want to be a different kind of woman? What if I want to look like Grace Jones or Kate Moennig? What if I want to look like Beth Ditto or Dolly Parton? They’re all cis women; don’t they pass?
Meyllen Djneres (via muffinsandcouture)
The moral of “passing” discussions always seems to be:
If you get bashed it will be your fault.
And of course there’s only one kind of ‘man’ that a trans man can work toward. Because if I wear girly shoes, then that means I have to be willing to endure mother fuckers peeking at me while I try to pee. Which is just… ;D