Tumblr wants formatting and quality only to suffer, but, y’know, it’s Pride month, so here’s a scene from the graphic novel that @queerjew and I have been working on for the past… forever. It’s been highkey collaborative, but for the most part Dean did linework, traditional print lettering, and backgrounds, and I did the script, colors, and the tactile overlays (not shown).
It’s called Family is Always There, and it’s the first in a trilogy following a crew of queer disabled kids and teenagers as they navigate tricky situations like relationships, starting HRT without the input of actual medical doctors, and fighting hordes of horse-sized locusts with human faces! Did I mention it’s the end of the world? Because it’s the end of the world.
Anyway, we’re doing a bunch of cool stuff with this I’m really proud of, including roughs of a full-color edition with thermographic embossed braille and tactile graphics, which, as far as we know, nobody has ever tried to do before with a graphic novel. So, you know, no pressure.
yo i’m doing another medicine one just this is better lmao- also have y’all ever had ice cream filled popsicles? 11/10 would recommend ;))))
Y/N popped a bright red popsicle in her mouth, swirling it about until it melted slightly, enough for the ice cream in the center to leak onto her tongue.
“That’s very erotic, you know that, right?” Harry asked her, sitting on the blanket they had set up on top of a building near a park that was showing fireworks for the Fourth of July. It was too crowded in the grass and according to Harry, it was more romantic to watch it from on top of a building. If he was sitting on a chair and wasn’t afraid of falling off of the building, he’d be on the edge of his seat from watching her lick the popsicle.
all your faves are trans Percy? Trans Anna Beth? Trans Piper? Trans anyways could I get some more trans headcanons *wiggles eyebrows*
all my faves are trans as hell, bruh!!!! 😎 im always up for givin trans headcanons!
trans percy who takes advantage of being able to swim in a binder because his clothes dont get wet when he’s underwater. he’s ecstatic, because he loves being underwater and he hates not binding and now the water even heals his wounds so he can stay in his binder even LONGER underwater and have it still be safe binding and- well, he’s very excited. sometimes, though, he does take it off to swim with the other/younger trans kids at camp. he knows hes something of a Big Time Hero, so he figures he can use that to their advantage and help them accept themselves. he may not like his body, but he can help them learn to like their own.
trans annabeth and trans clarisse who both come out as trans girls around the same time without the other knowing and so they both show up to the campfire dressed the way they want to for the first time, clarisse’s short hair pulled back in a bandana headband and annabeth’s in grey ribbon. they look at eachother like “what the heck??” and even though they dont get along, they sit next to eachother and stick close together for most of their time at camp half blood. they’re rivals, but not in this. they’ve always been cousins, but now they’re sisters in something that feels even bigger than divine blood. they dont have to like eachother to support and protect eachother.
trans nico who feels like a freak. bianca keeps trying to convince him to go with her, please, the hunters can be a safe place for us! but he tells her no. it feels wrong to be like that, among women when he feels so out of place there. later, after he runs away and percy seems him again for the first time, he’s shocked by nico’s self-cut short hair and too-big boys clothes. it takes a long time for nico to understand himself, but less than most people. not many know this, but the dead are good company. their stories hold him in a place of belonging, they speak in old tongues of skin that felt so wrong on their bones. “but you can make it a home,” they tell him. “like a bird bites holes into a cactus to create shelter from the storm, you can make it a home. nico’s father makes sure he has a binder, that he never uses bandages or other unsafe methods. he’s seen enough kids in his realm to know that children like nico need support. he wont let nico turn into another sad, transclucent face in the fields of asphodel. not over this. and neither will nico.
trans piper mclean who fights tooth and nail to be as ‘girly’ as possible, and when that doesnt work, fights to be as piper as possible. if they wont accept her as they want her to be then screw that - she’ll be herself. she’ll wear her biker boots and her big, “manly” coat and her skirts that are too long and her skirts that are too short. she’ll wear her hair cut short in the way that made grandpa tom cry with old tears and yet tears of pride too. “your blood will always fight” he tells her, one of the last things he tells her. “i was certain you would sing our songs but instead you sing your own.” there is mourning in his voice and there is mourning im her heart when he passes. she cuts her hair once more unevenly when his spirit leaves the body, and that is the last time for a very, very long time. her uneven hair grows unevenly and she stops thinking about rebelling and she stops thinking about conforming. she sees her sister, drew, trans like her and fierce like her with something broken and angry in her too and piper’s caring heart finally knows rest. she finds the love she wishes she always had, the acceptance. she saves the goddamned world and it isnt about being what people do or dont want to see. it was about those kids at camp, like drew, with the sad eyes and the bitter tongues. kids like her that cut their hair and made their grandpas cry. it was for love - love for others and love for herself.
im feeling a lot of emotion now wtf…. this started off pretty benign and then as i got into it i slowly started making it almost autobiographical alfjakf oopsies - mod will
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okay but picture this: habenaro with a puppy!!
YALL ARE LUCKY I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FROM MONTHS AGO
Just imagine having a dog with harry.
I don’t want to be cliche but a golden retriever bc Harry loves his hair.
“How does he get it so shiny though?”
And giving the dog baths together. It’s a huge mess because the bugger doesn’t like it and one of you has to get in the tub with him and hold him down while the other shampoos his hair.
It’s Harry’s turn to hold him down and he’s sitting in the tub with his arms wrapped around the dog’s torso (let’s call the dog Diggle).
He’s in an old Nickleback t-shirt and running shorts and he has his hair held back with a bandana and he’s all wet, shirt ticking to his chest and covered in golden hair from how much the puppy’s shedding.
“Diggle, stop it. Mommy just wants to wash you so you don’t stink up the whole bloody house.”
Harry’s holding Diggle down and the dog’s grumbling and shifting around the tub all restless while you lather the oatmeal shampoo into his hair and of course it’s oatmeal because, “It’s good for his hair! I asked the vet…and my hairdresser…and DoggyDayCare.com…”
And since Harry’s so damn extra he went and got a custom made shampoo for the dog, where he stood in front of the lab and picked out the ingredients, leaning on one leg more than the other so that his body’s tilted as he has his an arm across his chest so he can rest the elbow of the other on top of it. He pinched the rosy skin of his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger, deep in thought as he picked out coconut, oatmeal, and lavender oil to mix into it. It has the dog’s name printed on it along a pic of him under the gold cursive and Harry’s very pleased with himself, to say the least.