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How to Be a Pirate (You will be remembered, my dear)
  1. If it is the ocean that sings to you, or the thrill of Aztec treasure, or other kingdom’s riches, know that you cannot go back. Once you set sail, the saltwater will haunt you even if you retire to a desert. There will never be enough golden coins or golden islands that will satisfy you. The life of a pirate is a thirsting life, and it is common knowledge that saltwater does not quench.
  2. Kiss your mother and father’s graves goodbye before you set sail. If the ocean will not be your grave, the gallows are too far from the churchyard to comfort your spirit. Keep your farewells frugal. Better yet, disappear without a word. Legends are not borne out of nostalgia.
  3. Turn a blind eye to the third mate whose hair is bunched into their hat and keeps their chest wrapped tightly under their bleached tunic. Her hands may be small, but they will build callouses just like yours once she scrubs the deck long enough. Bad luck is not the fault of a stowaway woman, and the storms are not her doing—after all, the crew had thrown Jonah into the sea to calm it. You’d be better off watching out for the storm that is the woman. She will put you to shame when she sets fire to your enemies to fight tooth and nail for the freedom she earned.
  4. Treat a mermaid gently if one accidentally gets tangled in your fishing net—comb the hooks out of his hair and don’t curse if he bites your fingers. Offer him your hat to shield his eyes from the sun and answer his questions when he asks in panic why his fingers are wrinkling. If you must chuckle, try to do so silently, so that he does not think are laughing at him. Mermaids are born singers—their egos are easily bruised.
  5. When a man goes overboard in the midst of a storm, throw the rope to him. If he cannot cling onto it, lower yourself in a rowboat to help him from the bobbing waves. But remember to never jump in after him, if he turns away and rides the waves into the deep. Do not blame yourself. You could hold your breath forever and still cannot rescue a drowning man who swims away from a lifesaver.
  6. Whistle while you work. The songs that your mother used to sing you to sleep with are not a curse just because it is from the past. And melodic tales about purple mountains and golden cornfields will stun your mermaid guest—he will ask you again and again how fast horses run, and how do flowers smell like. He will test your patience, but even pirates enjoy basking in Scheherazade’s glory. We all like to be heard other times than when we’re shouting orders.
  7. There is little use in envying your legendary predecessors. Madame Ching and Blackbeard’s skin peeled under the sun just like yours. Legends never feel like legends when their shoulders ache.
  8. You will lose your hand along the way. Some lose their eye, others their foot, others aren’t as lucky and lose their hope. It is all part of chasing the impossible. When the time comes—and it will come, when you are least prepared—there is no shame in weeping. There will never be enough saltwater. Let your mermaid guest dress your wound and see your tears. He will miss your tender palms, and you will miss that sense of safety. But let him treat you; his fingers are nimble and cool to the touch.
  9. When he sings to you the songs of his world and people, do not be overwhelmed—there will always be a part of the ocean that you will never see. The greatest pirates will never know what lies beneath their hull. Most hurl a mermaid out of their sight for fear of deception, and never lit a candle for him to see a dancing flame for the first time, cautioning him to keep his hands to themselves.
  10. Keep your plank short and sturdy—no one wants to walk to their death with shaky knees. No captain can avoid a mutiny, but that does not mean that you did not do something wrong. Which is why without a doubt, when your second mate plunges blindfolded into the sea, your heart will sink right down with him. But a captain is expected to root out betrayal and never betray themselves. Careful—if you catch yourself calling him name when you call all hands on deck, your crew might suspect that you regret it.
  11. Buried gold can afford bejeweled, decadent hooks for where your hand had once been. The richest of pirates can afford hooks of pure gold and a diamond cuff whose reflection can almost replace the spark in your dulled eyes. But they will only ever be hooks, and your mermaid will gasp in pain every time you cut his skin, even if you try to be gentle. He knows that you can’t help it, but don’t get cross if he shies away from you when you come too close. Mermaids are not quite used to love which makes them bleed.
  12. Pirates are not heroes. They kill in order to avoid the gallows. They maroon rather than forgive. All who sail past you will assume the worst of you, and point their cannons at your sails without consideration. It may be easier to live up to their expectations and take up your sword. It is far more exhausting fighting for your nobility.
  13. Your mermaid guest cannot stay for long. The sun scorches his skin, shrivels his scales, cracks his voice. The explosions of your ship’s cannons and your musket rounds piercing the Royal Navy shake him to their core. You can beg all you want, but your hook only hurts him when you try to hold on to him. He will wait until it is nighttime to quietly throw himself overboard. Two of your mates will hold you back from diving after him. They know that they could not save you if you did.
  14. Do not be alarmed when you find yourself under the starlight missing home. Any captain of a loyal crew will be desperately lonely when sailing alone in the wide, treacherous expanse that is one’s own head. I’m afraid, however, that it is too late now to turn back. Your lost hand, or cold, nimble fingers would not be there home waiting for you even if it wasn’t.
  15. Understand that you will never be remembered. Even if your name is emblazoned with fear in every queen’s heart, even if the tales of your terror make every captain shudder. They will not remember the songs you hummed under the moonlight. They will not remember your careful fingers loosening hooks from their hair. Legends are not borne out of love.  

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霸王别姬 (Farewell My Concubine). Dir. Chen Kaige. 1993.

Chen Kaige’s Farewell My Concubine (1993), adapted from a novel of the same name by Lilian Lee, is a sweeping epic that follows the relationship between two Peking Opera stars, Cheng Dieyi (Leslie Cheung) and Duan Xiaolou (Zhang Fengyi) as they navigate the tumultuous political landscape of 20th century China. Set in Beijing, the film covers a span of 53 years and begins in the 1920s, depicting Dieyi and Xiaolou’s brutal opera training, their eventual rise to fame, and their subsequent struggle to survive and maintain the glory of Peking opera, all against the backdrop of the Japanese invasion, the Chinese Civil War, and the Cultural Revolution.

The name of the film references one of the famous operas that Dieyi and Xiaolou star in, in which Dieyi plays the role of Concubine Yu, who commits suicide out of loyalty to the Chu king, performed by Xiaolou. Dieyi, who is trained as a dan (female) performer, develops an ambiguous gender identity and blurs opera with reality, falling in love with and becoming deeply committed to Xiaolou. Xiaolou does not return his affections and instead marries a prostitute named Juxian, played by the then-rising star actress Gong Li. The film simultaneously depicts the bitter love triangle between Dieyi, Xiaolou, and Juxian, while also weaving personal trauma into a national allegory of the Chinese state.

Farewell My Concubine is considered as a representative work of China’s Fifth Generation film movement. It received international acclaim and won the prestigious Palmes d’Or award at the 1993 Cannes Film Festival.

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Anonymous: Could you do an Anakin Skywalker one shot? perhaps about how you two trying to keep your relationship a secret but Anakin is too obvious? if you can’t I understand but anyway thank you! Love you :D

–For Anonymous

A/N: I don’t really take requests for full length one shots so I hope this drabble is sufficient anon dear <3

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I am so inspired by Claude Cahun. She was a revolutionary during a time where most Surrealist artists were men and most of their images were focused, mainly, on women as sexual symbols. Brave for an early twentieth century female artist (or any era, really), Claude Cahun, illustrated, very much, the idea that a woman has many layers and a lot of her art focused on sexual ambiguity. Something that was certainly not mainstream in the early 1900s. She is someone I would’ve loved to have a sit down with. 

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I don’t think I ever posted these. They’re from April and February-ish, repsectively? Can’t remember lol 

1 - More fashion Paps. With the first one I did, I got a lot of “why not fashionable AND skull-obsessed??” responses. So now I’m trying to combine the punk/skulls, with cool street wear, with knit wear (because I like the fandom hc that he likes to knit), all into one. Also glasses because I like the fandom hc that he has bad eyesight. (Forgot the tape tho’.)

2 - A design for a teenaged Frisk for a story I want to do. I’m still playing with ideas and bodyshapes, but the main idea was to come up with something that still seemed gender ambiguous like the game sprite. A lot of older Frisks I see tend to lean pretty heavily one way or the other, and at least for what I want to do with their character, I want them to stay neutral.

things i witnessed today at LA Pride
  • LGBT policemen and fbi agents walking hand in hand with their partners and spouses. 
  • a cute girl running out of the parade to give @stormsdameron her number
  • cops openly embracing people in the street
  • a man who had been attending LA pride since 1976. he shook my hand and said “when I first came to pride back then there were 25 people here. look at us now.”
  • elderly LGBT people blowing kisses from a float. holding hands. 
  • a woman approaching us and saying “you are so beautiful, all of you, take care of each other”
  • elementary school trans children in gender ambiguous clothes. smiling and laughing. blowing bubbles. 
  • when an anti-lgbt church began protesting and walking along side the parade with a loudspeaker, the entire brigade of Dykes on Bikes revved their motor cycles to drown out the hate speech. no one could hear them
  • a man who gave us all a handful of condoms and said “take care of each other. be strong. your voices are so important”
  • women holding hands with other women. men holding hands with other men. 
  • trans women and trans men laughing and dancing. 
  • danny devito in a rainbow shirt pointing and waving at us
  • dennis from It’s Always Sunny wearing a shirt that says “You Can Pee Next to Me”
  • dozens of last minute signs and tributes to orlando. outcries of “we love you orlando” 
  • confetti. dancing in the streets. 
  • people supporting each other in every aspect. high fives. hugs. kisses on cheeks. affirmations. 
  • so many affirmations. 
  • words of kindness.
  • you are beautiful.
  • you are loved.
  • you are important.
  • stay strong. 
  • i love your shirt. 
  • i love your lipstick. 
  • stay strong. 
  • take care of each other. 
  • stay strong
  • stay strong
  • stay strong. 
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Imagine: The other clones teasing Fives about his crush on you and then finding out that you have already been in a secret relationship for a few months

– For Anonymous

“Hey! Eyes up Fives!” Called a teasing voice to draw the trooper out of his trance. 

“What?!” Fives called back to Jesse, obviously a tad annoyed that he had drawn his attention away from you.

“I’m just saying, I don’t think a certain someone would appreciate you staring at them.” Jesse jabbed with an amused grin.

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Dionysos Androgynos,
They of gender ambiguity,
Twice-born,
and releaser of emotional and mental chains!

You are the God who
was raised upon Gaea as a girl,
among we mortals,
and soon became a male
and neither!
and both!

If I have ever
poured wine for you,
ever danced!
sang!
laughed!
among your jolly presence,

I ask you,
please allow my gender transitioning to proceed as it was meant to!
To break the chains of dysphoria, as they bound me,
and give me the fearsome might
to protect myself from those who wish harm me
and prevent me from living to the fullest in your name!

Hail to Dionysos, O androgynous one, who stands alongside the transgender and gender variant youth!

—  Prayer Request #2
“To Dionysos, to Relieve Dysphoria/Look Over Trans People”
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Imagine: Being a dancer at Penguin’s club and Jim falls in love with you

– For Anonymous

The crowd was cheering, the music was playing, and you couldn’t be more thrilled. Or at least that’s what you thought. Then you saw him in the audience and a different kind of thrill went through you. 

Jim had an entranced kind of smile on his face as he watched you dance. As though no one and nothing else around him mattered but you. You couldn’t watch him for long though, you were in the middle of a number and you couldn’t afford to get distracted.

Once you had gone through the whole nights repertoire the patrons of the club broke out in thunderous applause. You took your bows, smiling charmingly at the whole crowd, all the while your eyes searched for Jim. You couldn’t find him however. So with a wave goodbye to the audience you exited stage right. 

The band members who played your music gave you some passing praises as you made your way to your dressing room. The moment you opened the door you got the greatest praise of all. Jim smiled at you with that broad, rare grin from your vanity seat. 

He got up and met you half way across the room. Not waiting a moment to press his lips to yours once you were in his arms. The kiss warmed you in a way that had nothing to do with the stage performance and you reached up to curl your fingers in his hair as the kiss got deeper 

“I wondered where you went before the show ended.” You comment in a low voice when you two eventually broke the kiss in favor of air. 

“Well, I didn’t see any reason to stay and clap with the rest of the crowd, when I could tell you how amazing you are in privet.” His grin turned mischievous as his gaze wondered over your stage costume. “Now, the way I see it we have two options here: You get changed and we go back to my place for some alone time. Or-" 

"Or I get undressed and we have some intimate alone time right here.” You finish for him, kissing him before he can really respond. You knew you would end up going to his place so you would both feel more comfortable, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun suggesting otherwise.