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“My baby shot me down.”

Super late submission for @klangst-week: Unrequited Pining/Unrequited Love (Day 1) & Hurt/Comfort (Day 3). Click for better quality.

Central Park West and 72nd Street, New York City, 1965


Brand new commissions sheet!! As of 2/30/17 please refer to this commission sheet! 

So I’m sure a lot of people have seen that I’m in a crisis when it comes to my transitioning! My father recently lost his job and is currently working some temps but our health insurance was cut as a result. While I pay around $130 for my transitioning package, my pharmacy charges me a lot to get my needles and testosterone. That price was affordable but without health care the price skyrocketed and is unfortunately even more expensive than the package itself! (Thanks commercial drug store) 

On TOP of that I have to pay for gas money to get me to my school and job which takes up a considerable amount of money since living in LA means that gas isn’t too cheap. With that including food and other bills, I’ve been put in a tight space where I had to use my credit card for necessities and racked up a pretty big debt I would love to pay off.

My main focus is my transitioning, my bird, gas, and then food for myself. I’ve been starting to sell my games and books as a result and I took my pet cockatiel to the vet which racked up a good amount of vet bills too.

So please consider commissioning me if you can! If not spread the word it means a lot to me! For years I’ve been dreaming of transitioning and finally being able to is incredible for me. At work I’ve been referred to as “Mister” and you have no idea how great it feels to be passing and being able to present the way I am. 

I CAN draw: 

NSFW (Consensual) 



Thank you so much, please reblog if you can!

Here’s my version of Fem!Cas❤︎ 

@hunters-hiraeth asked what it would take to talk me into drawing Fem!Cas.
Turns out, piquing my curiosity was enough in this case XD
Here she is in both my Burtonesque and normal(?) styles.

I just imagine her to have kind of a bob hairstyle that Cas would not care to brush or preen in any way.
She has a double-strand Lapis necklace to keep the wardrobe colors intact :)

I don’t like the end result as much as Purgatory!Cas suggested by @sille1992, but I’m still having fun trying to learn how to color digitally :)


It’s time again for FRIDAY FASHION FACT, and today features another designer bio! We’re talking about the self-proclaimed “King of Fashion” himself, Paul Poiret. Always ahead of his time, Poiret is remembered for his innovative, exotic, and often shocking designs.

Paul Poiret was born on April 20, 1879 in Paris. His father was a cloth merchant, and his family had very little money. From the time he was a small child, Poiret was obsessed with clothing. When he was just a child, Poiret was sent to work as an apprentice to an umbrella maker, where he would gather scraps to make clothing for his little wooden doll. By the time he was a teenager, Poiret was actively trying to break into the fashion industry. He went around the city peddling his sketches, eventually selling 12 to the prominent Parisian dressmaker Madeleine Chéruit.

Poiret continued selling sketches until, in 1896, he was hired by Jacques Doucet. Working his way through the ranks at Doucet, he was ultimately promoted to head tailor. The first Poiret design produced by Doucet, a red wool cloak, sold over 400 orders- an extremely impressive number for the time. Poiret was forced to leave Doucet to complete mandatory military service. When he completed service in 1901, Poiret was hired by House of Worth. He did not last there long, though. Poiret was tasked with creating simplistic pieces, deemed the “side dish” to the opulent designs the House was known for. Unfortunately, some of his designs were seen as too plain by some of Worth’s royal clientele, who where horrified by their starkness.

This extreme reaction did not deter Poiret. In fact, it spurred him to create his own design house. As soon as Poiret began creating designs for his own name in 1903, he broke convention. Poiret believed in the body shaping the clothes, rather than the reverse. He did away with petticoats, and in 1906, he rejected the corset, as well. Though he was not the only designer at the time to do so, his outlandish designs made him the most prominent. He used the theatre as his main platform, because by dressing actresses, Poiret could get away with creating more artistic or exotic styles. He credited a mantle that he made for the actress Réjane in the play Zaza as the piece which launched him into stardom.

Paul Poiret drew inspiration from across the globe. He is well known for dresses modeled after exotic costumes worn in the Russian ballet, kimono inspired robes and coats, and harem pants and lampshade tunics drawn from fashions worn in what is now Turkey. His goal was to “liberate” women from Western fashion, though with creations such as the hobble skirt, who can say how liberating his designs actually were. Beyond being an innovator in terms of style, Poiret was an innovator in terms of branding. In 1911, Poiret launched the École Martine, an interior design division of his fashion House. He was also the first French designer to create a fragrance line, Parfums de Rosine, launched that same year (London designer Lucile released a perfume line a few years earlier.)

Each of these lines were named after one of Poiret’s two daughters. His wife Denise, who Poiret married in 1905, served as his muse. Poiret stated that “My wife is the inspiration for all my creations; she is the expression of all my ideals.” It did not last, though, and the marriage ended in a messy divorce in 1928. Unfortunately, this was just a contributing factor to the downfall Paul Poiret faced in his later years. He was drafted back into the military during World War I, but when he returned in 1919, he was greeted by a company on the edge of bankruptcy. Designers like Chanel took over with their sleek and impeccably constructed fashions, while Poiret’s designs were intended to be impactful from afar. His designs were not as unique as they once were, as several designers built upon his creations. Also, the rise of the flapper meant that women no longer were in need of his “liberating” styles.

Ultimately, Poiret was unable to regain his popularity. He fell into debt, and had to leave the company he created. The House closed in 1929. He was forced to spend the remainder of his life working odd jobs, even resorting to being a street artist. He died in ruin in 1944, nearly completely forgotten. It was only thanks to his close friend Elsa Schiaparelli that saved him and his name from oblivion- she even paid for his funeral. Despite the sad end to his life, Paul Poiret remains one of the most iconic and influential designers of all time.

Want to learn more about Paul Poiret? Check out these book:

King of Fashion: The Autobiography of Paul Poiret, by Paul Poiret

Poiret, by Harold Koda

Have a question about fashion history that you want answered in the next FRIDAY FASHION FACT? Just click the ASK button at the top of the page!


When will they be safe and happy? Probably never.


(sorry for the long read) There were lots of times when I felt beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, and so on… but while I was feeling beautiful in that dress I was filling a mold that society made for me. Born Alli, a female, means dresses, make-up, high heels, everything feminine. I was living as Alli, going day by day filling that stereotypical mold that society made for me… but today living as the proud Transgender man, Alijah, I am making my own mold now. I didn’t constantly hate myself living as Alli… Alli will always be a part of my life. What I hated about living as Alli was feeling the need to fill that mold society made for me. I hated feeling the need to wear dresses, make-up, high heels, etc. to fit in or to be accepted in society. It was like trying to put on a pair of shoes that are the completely wrong size, but you try so hard to get them on just so you can have “the cool” shoes like everybody else. I was living everyday as Alli trying to walk in those “cool” shoes that didn’t fit, but they just weren’t right… they didn’t feel like “me”. I tried so hard to fit into them so I could fill that mold society made. Eventually I got tired of trying to fit into those wrong shoes, living day by day leaving the footprints society made… Today I am living day by day in the shoes that were made to fit my feet, making my own unique footprints. Today as Alijah, in that suit and tie; I’m not just living, I am ALIVE. I am truly happy with who I am becoming. I am becoming who I was always meant to be. Creating my own mold, not trying to just fill a mold. In that suit I feel HANDSOME, masculine, confident… but most importantly… I feel like ME. I feel at peace and truly happy with who I am becoming. I am making my own footsteps and leaving my own mark on the world. I am ALIVE. I am UNSTOPPABLE. I am CONFIDENT. I am truly HAPPY. I am TRANSGENDER. I am ALIJAH. I am ME.

“Her name is Nyx. She was a gift from Halloween Town.”

I’ve been meaning to give Cas a permanent companion in my Burtonesque drawings, since Jack Skellington has his ghost-dog, Zero.
They are already inseparable. :D
Wanna know more about Nyx?