I always thought that it would have been amazing if Sailor Moon actually got to wield a crescent bow. After all, the Moon Goddess Artemis (also known as Diana) was an avid huntress and was never seen without her bow. It would have been a neat mythological connection!
if you notice her tiara is gone meaning that she transformed into a bow which i think is a lot cooler than just yeeting it like a boomerang
You’re right!! This is a way cooler concept imo.
Kirineon - not really a dragon but it’s Dragon type anyway. Looks like the Essef region has 3 exclusive Eeveelutions!
Like most of my personal favorite designs, this one was done on a whim.
#fakemon #fakedex #fakepokemon #fakeeeveelution #eeveelution #TraditionalFakemonArt #eevee #fakemonart #fakemonartwork #fakemondrawing #PinkPalkiaArt #kirin #dragon #mythicalbeast #mythology #mythicalcreature #traditionalart #mixedmedia #copicart #copicmarker https://www.instagram.com/p/CPuOQMfF4rw/?utm_medium=tumblr
Fanteon v2 - I was wondering why it didn’t look good but then remembered it was meant to be seen in the dark. 😅
Hope it doesn’t look like an Umbreon clone this time!
Changes: Face shape Ears float above head Added light violet to flames Added flames to legs
#essefregion for my other #Fakemon.
#fakedex #eeveelution #eevee #fakemonevolution #traditionalart #copicart #copicmarker #ghosttype #fanart #pokemon https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdcq5IrrBID/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Oliver Clegg (British, b. 1980, Guildford, Surrey, England, based Brooklyn, NY, USA) - Miro, 2021, Paintings: Oil on Linen
“you’re going to DELETE a post you AGREED with just cuz you found out ops a terf??”
yeah turns out learning that people having uber bigoted ideologies changes the context of the post buddy
I once reblogged a post about how a women’s bathroom was an important place of refuge, and that was why women often go to the bathroom in groups or to cry and why people leave those domestic abuse cards in women’s bathrooms, and how it’s the one place women can be away from men, and I was like “this is a fantastic post, yes” and then I found out the OP was a TERF and that post was suddenly no longer about safety in women’s restrooms. It was actually about wanting to make it impossible for trans women to pee in a public restroom. It was about making trans women seem like they invade a sacred place and make it dangerous. You bet your ass I deleted that reblog.
thanks to my followers who hit me up when/if I need to delete something
Let The Sun Shine In
Watercolor on Blue Paper
2022, 50cm x 76cm
Yellow Daisies
Stuck.
I didn’t become a vampire to end up a pen-pushing bureaucrat.
tom look at me. look at me. don't listen to this man. you're hot you're cool you're fresh boytoys want you roys fear you
The worst thing about finally coming to terms and acknowledging your limitations when you’re mentally or physically disabled, especially when it’s chronic, is when someone who means well, a family member, a best friend, etc. tries to convince you that you in fact do not have those limitations. It tends to be coupled with “you can do everything you set your mind to!” but the thing is, it takes a lot of self forgiveness and self acceptance to admit yourself you have a limitation.
It is not an easy to allow yourself limitations because it’s frowned upon when a disabled person does not do their best to hide their disability. When I say I cannot do something, trying to encourage me to do it anyway does not make me feel better. It instead makes me feel invalidated and fall back into the pattern of ‘maybe they’re right, and I’m just faking or being lazy’, which completely negates all the work put into the process of self love and self acceptance.
Not too long ago, my friend Bella came out as aromantic to me, and now I’ve got some things to say.
I was the one who told her what aromantic means, because I was explaining different sexual orientations to her. I remember saying, “Asexualiy is when you have romantic attraction, but no sexual attraction.”
Bella immedently, without missing a beat, asked, “Is there an opposite to that?”
I asked what she meant, and she asked if there was a term for sexual attraction but no romantic attraction. I told her about aromantics. She got weirdly quiet, then excused herself.
Not two weeks later I was heading to my boat. I was supposed to meet Bella and another one of our muteral friends there for a day of fishing.
As soon as I was in earshot, I saw Bella storming off the boat, and our other friend standing there like an idiot. Boi had no idea what was happening.
Anyway, Bella isn’t looking where she’s going and walks smack dab into me. That’s when I realized she was crying. Puffy red eyes, wet cheeks, the whole nine yards… And if you know anything about Bells, she does not cry. Ever.
She’s been through some serious crap in her life, and she does not cry. She’s tough as nails. Bella has a steel core. She does not not cry. I’ve seen her fall off a roof and break her arm before, not a single tear. I can’t stress this enough, Bella. Doesn’t. Cry.
So seeing her in tears shook me. I took her by the shoulders and escorted her somewhere more private where we could talk. We ended up in the women’s restroom, which was weird as fuck for me, because haven’t been in a woman’s rest room for years. Luckily it was empty, and I’m realistic, I know I don’t pass so well, so I don’t think anyone would have said anything anyway.
Before I can even ask her what’s wrong she hugs me around my middle and burys her face in my hoodie. Then, in a voice I can only describe as traumatized, she says, “I think I’m broken.”
I’ve never seen her in so much pain, and Bella and I are CLOSE. She’s one of my dearest friends. She’s like my little sister, but if she’s like my sister, our other muteral friend is like her twin. He and Bella have know each other WAY longer, they’re practically inseparable. They come as a pair. They’re a duo. They’re a package deal.
Appearently, said muteral friend asked Bella out and forcefully kissed her. She shoved him off, and told him she’s aromantic, which she only recently figured out. She wasn’t ready to be out, but this muteral friend left her no choice. She tried telling him no, and he didn’t listen. Bella saw no other option.
Quote on quote, this is what he said to Bella. “That’s okay. You just haven’t dated me yet. We’ve been like, unofficially together for years. You’re probably just freaked out that it’s finally going somewhere.”
After that I’m not 100% clear on what happened, but apparently Bella kept saying no Nd trying to explain herself, but he kept insisting he could ‘fix her.’
Eventudally she started crying and stormed away. That’s when I found her.
Keep in mind, this was her first experience coming out, and her best, closest friend insisted he could fix her and forcefully kissed her. I found out later he also implied corrective rape would ‘solve the problem.’
Bella was traumatized. She’s still traumatized. I tried to make her feel better by buying her an aro pride shirt, and taking her go a local LGBTQ+ hang out. I wanted her to be around like minded people, so she could see she wasn’t broken, and her identity deserved to be respected.
Instead of a warm, welcoming environment… The first thing someone said to her was, “This place is for REAL lgbt people. You don’t belong here.” He also implied she wasn’t human.
Just think about that for a minute. Her first experiences with being an out aromantic have been limited to;
This isn’t what I want for her. Bella deserves better than this. She needs a support system, not all this crap. I’ve spent the past week trying to undo all the damage exclusionists, arophobes, and people she trusted did.
Aromantics and asexuals belong in the LGBTQ+ community. You literally cannot change my mind.
Did I already queue this? Dunno. But let me say that I’ve never stood by while gatekeepers try to well, gatekeep.
I didn’t put up with it as a teenager really into sci-fi, I didn’t put up with it from the dude bros in game and comic shops, and I certainly won’t stand for it in my LGBT+ community.
Aces and aros are welcome in my community.
