big elbow

I think the first time Pearl takes hold of Jasper’s arm, you know the way she does, she does it sort of absent-mindedly and unannounced and Jasper is so surprised and confused that she blows it.  She stares at the little white hand in the crook of her big orange elbow (cubital fossa actually) and says “What are you doing?” and Jasper being Jasper, that comes out as a frown and a growl, and Pearl snatches her hand away and flutters off in embarrassment and Jasper is left wishing she knew how to say wait, come back, I liked that, you can do it again, or failing that, that she knew how to go back in time and punch her past self for being an enormous idiot.

Then she spends the next few weeks sort of sidling up to Pearl and trying to nonchalantly and casually communicate without words that oh look, there’s an arm here, not busy, completely free to be held onto by anyone who might appreciate a bit of support, reliable and steady and comforting like I’d like to be for you, and everyone else is just watching this like

what is she doing

why is she sticking her elbow out like that

is she a little teapot?  There is her handle, where is her spout?

anonymous asked:

How did you get your scars?

Well I have a lot of them from all different kinds of things.
Most of the ones on my fingers were from when I used to whiddle wood as a kid. I’d cut my hands up pretty good with my pocket knife by accident.
I’ve got a few on my upper arms from something bad in high school.
The big one on my elbow is from multiple surgeries after a badly broken arm.
I’ve got scars on my feet, lip and hands from dog bites. We run a dog training/ boarding program out of the house (Mom’s the trainer) and I’ve been around troubled dogs all my life.
A few on my back from a near death experience falling out of a tree.
I’ve also got scars along my scalp from another near death experience that my dad and I shared on a cruise ship.
And others, from other things.


I do not envy Trudeau having to meet with Trump. It’s such a difficult thing to balance - standing up against him, but alienating the U.S. is something to think about too.

Shamy ~

Interview: Mick Greene

Today we’re joined by Mick Greene, who also goes by fiyhi.  Mick is an amazingly talented visual artist who works mostly in digital mediums.  They have a unique style and their work is stunning to look at.  The expression on the faces is absolutely remarkable.  My thanks to them for taking the time to participate in this interview.


Please, tell us about your art.

If I had to describe it, I’d say it’s a big mish-mash of colours, textures, and wacky expressions. I tend to exaggerate features and use a lot of different ways to highlight different characters like coloured noses, cheeks, fingers, and elbows/knees. Big curly hair is always fun. And of course a lot of anime sparkles. Sometimes there’s big bold lines, sometimes none, sometimes it’s coloured, sometimes black and white. People tell me they can tell it was me who made the art, that they can “see” me in it, but I certainly hope I don’t literally look like the characters, haha. I almost always work digitally with an intuos tablet and photoshop but I try to keep a painterly style when I can.

What inspires you?

My art has evolved so much throughout the years. It started off as a horrible lovechild of Johnen Vasquez meets Tim Burton. Then I went through my Homestuck phase (a four year long phase) and imitated popular fanartists. When I started drawing from life, I realized that I didn’t need to take directly from other artists to be a good one, I just needed to look at the world around me and try to inspire myself! I really love stuff with bright colours like flowers and succulents, and underwater things are also a huge inspiration. The one thing that’s never changed from the beginning is how much space inspires me (which is why my upcoming webcomic is set there!). I still take inspiration from other artists I love like Magnolia Porter, Michelle Czajkowski, Shelby Cragg, and Maya Kern to name a few.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

Well, when I was really little I was convinced I was going to be a marine biologist (I thought dolphins were aliens and thought if I could just get close enough they would adopt me and take me to space). As I grew up, though, I realized that making art was something I really enjoyed and I just … kept doing it. I hope I’ll be doing it for a long time.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in our work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I like to use a lot of star shapes in my art when I can fit them in and include varying little easter eggs for people to find. If you’re talking more along the lines of illuminati/conspiracy theory stuff then [RE҉DA̢C͢T̨E͘D]͏.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Oh gosh where do I begin … I’d say the most important thing is, if you really want to be an artist, if you know that’s what you want to do, then you can’t give up. You may hate your art and everything you do, other people may seem way better than you, but you can’t stop trying. You have to be like a steam train. As far as style goes, you can’t compare yourself to others at all. If you learn from studying life, your style will emerge on its own. It may take time but it will happen. And another good tip: try your best to thrive off negative critique. Let it inspire you to work harder, keep trying, and achieve your goals, rather than bring you down. It isn’t something everyone can do, but it will help you a lot in the art world if you can manage. Overall: learn from life, don’t let negativity knock you down, and keep trying!


Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I consider myself grey asexual and panromantic. It took me most of my life to figure out why other people seemed so focused on sexual attraction while I felt like it just wasn’t a big deal in my life. I’m glad I found a word for it, and that the info is out there for other people to find too.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I’m lucky to never have experienced any kind of ace-specific prejudice in my field or otherwise, mostly because it’s not usually something I talk about on Tumblr, let alone in real life. Most people find it “too complicated” so I just stopped trying to explain. Personally I’m comfortable enough to do this, but I feel like a change is really needed. People need to take the education on themselves instead of relying on others to do it for them. Remember: knowledge is power!

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

There’s a mile long list… People think you’re incapable of love, that you’re some kind of cold unfeeling robot (or b*tch especially if you’re dfab), that you reproduce like plants, or that you’re straight up a mean person because of your asexuality. This frustrates me beyond belief, especially considering what a simple concept it is!

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

You are valid. You are needed. You are loved. People may be confused, disgusted, or even hateful of you because of your asexuality. People may try to “convince” you, change you, tell you that you’re “too good looking to be ace” or that you’re wasting something by not wanting sex. You will come out of this struggle and be happy with yourself one day. You will find people who accept you and love you wholeheartedly. I love you and I don’t even know you! Everything will be ok. <3

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

You can check out my art blog or my art tag on my personal blog! 

Thank you, Mick, for participating in this interview and this project.  It’s very much appreciated.

this is dumb but Jen is forcing me to post it

Ridiculous Tipo fluff. I apologize for this utter bullshit I was peer pressured into by @wolfchalk

“Move over.” His words were muffled with sleep.

“You move over.” Hers were barely a mumble.

“It’s my bed.”

“I blame you for the lack of elbow room, big fat panda.” The retired insult had become a term of endearment coming from her. More of an appreciation than an insult, really. The room in his tiny guest house at the panda village was just barely illuminated with the glow of dawn, color stained rays beamed through small cracks in the bamboo shades.

Their decision to pay his birth father a visit had turned into quite the relaxing getaway, albeit the less-than-substantial sleeping arrangements. The bed was hardly big enough to support him, much less the addition of Tigress. He had pushed her off of the bed at least three times that he knew of that night, perhaps more if she had gotten back in bed without him waking. She would do that, too. It was in her character to accept whatever inconveniences being in his presence brought, so long as she could remain in his presence.

“I’ve told you before,” he argued, flopping over and tossing his freed arm over her drowsy form. “it’s THE big fat panda.” Her eyes remained closed through her small chuckle, and she snuggled into his embrace. The more intimate position gave them appropriate room on the small bed.

“Well then THE big fat panda needs to let his wife sleep longer.” She hummed into his soft-breathing chest. Her arm snaked around his torso, hugging him closer, almost protectively. He yawned and rested his head atop hers.

“Whatever happened to your old saying… ‘your first task of the day is to beat the sun to training’…or whatever…” his voice clogged with drowsiness as he continued. She smiled more at the fact that she found it cute than at the act itself. And also because his quotation was a mile off.

“That was before I knew how blissful sleeping in could be. The warmth of a big, soft panda tends to keep you in bed later in the day.” She nuzzled against him to prove her point. He squeezed her in response.

“Apparently. You sleep in as much as I do these days.” He commented. “Becoming as much of a panda as I am, Ti. No training required.”

“Hmm, well I suppose it’s only appropriate, as I am part of the family now.” The marriage was young enough to still flutter their hearts when referring to it. He smiled, happier than he ever knew he could be.

“Next up is eating like a panda then.” He yawned audibly. “But first, let’s perfect the napping skill.” She caught his contagious yawn and nuzzled her head into his neck, closing her eyes with a content smile.

“If you say so, Master.”