Idk literally the best thing about Uromastyx is they don’t have Morphs. This diversity is all about that pure untouched, un-manipulated, wild DNA. We have a uromastyx in every color you’d want in life.
This guy right here is Ink. 14" of pure muscle. He’s my big boy. I love him 😊
I’ve been following the discussions about the supposed split
in the MMFR fandom, War Boys vs. Sisters/Furiosa/Vuvalini. My primary reaction is, let’s all just
agree to love what we love, and if what I love bugs you that’s ok, you don’t
have to listen to me squee-ing over it.
But then I get all thoughtful about it because That’s What I
Do. And maybe I’m just askin’ for
it here and I’m going to be sorry I opened my mouth, but I’m curious if anyone
feels the same way about it that I do.
(This is partly in response to the recent thread on @kimbureh‘s blog,
but I didn’t want to hijack that conversation.)
Here’s the thing:
I’m not particularly a War Boy fan, but my dash is filled with War Boys
because I love seeing the creativity that’s coming from all the women,
men, and non-binary folks who are having an absolute blast with them. OCs everywhere, laugh-out-loud comics,
stories that zig-zag between humor and genuine, sometimes heart-wrenching
There is something about the idea of War Boys that seems to
invite all this. It’s not just
that they’re pretty, or that it’s fun to imagine hot shirtless guys getting up
to all kinds of hijinks. And there’s
no denying that many of them would slit your throat as easy as look at you, at
least prior to the events in MMFR.
But I think… I think that what the fandom may be doing is
giving them their humanity back.
They’ve been trained from childhood to be what they are, by
an insane man their society has worshiped as a god. They have never known any other way to be. I was going to say they’re blank
slates, but that’s not quite right.
It’s more that… Well. In a way, they are souls awaiting
But what about the women? Don’t they deserve just as much love, if not more? Don’t they deserve to be honored for
what they are, for all they have been through, for their needs? Why don’t
we see dozens and dozens of Vuvalini OCs, why are there so few stories of
Furiosa before she was taken from the Green Place, why aren’t there more (non-War-Boy-shippy)
stories about the Sisters?
Here’s what I’m finding, and I’m aware it may just be me,
but: Writing about the women is
HARD. I identify with Furiosa and
with the Vuvalini like whoa. They
are so precious to me, these carefully drawn women who are allowed to be
something beyond just a love interest or a hot body.
They are not slates waiting to be filled in, waiting
to be given their souls back, waiting to be given fuller lives. They are rare and exquisite and already
complete. And that means, to me, that
writing about them is a serious responsibility. As a writer, I worry about getting them right. About doing them justice.
And… I think… that means that the deep love I have for that
part of the storytelling simply doesn’t lend itself to being splashed across
tumblr. War Boy stories seem to bubble up more easily because there is so much room to create for them, and room too for the kind of teasing (Lizard jokes! War Boy Instagram!) that keeps a fandom bubbling merrily along. But the women’s stories don’t seem to lend themselves to that
kind of marvelous, unexpected silliness. Their unexpected dignity in canon makes teasing them (in anything more than a gentle way) feel strange, and wrong. And I don’t think that me sitting around contemplating the portrayal of
women in media or tropes about abuse or the history of feminism and its modern
manifestations would drive nearly as much traffic on tumblr.
I don’t know, is it remotely possible I’m onto something here? Or maybe I’m the only one who perceives things this