walking the roosters


Finally it’s finished. A really quick informational comic about women in games for my Sociology final. So yeah there’s a lotta stuff here. UuU

Special thanks to those who gave their stories for me to use: clouddesu /starryeyed-freak / and the anon


When she had been a girl the woman in robes of gray and salt waves told her that green eyes were the gift and curse of her life. Sakura hadn’t understood what the old woman meant at the time, but before too many months passed, she began to suspect it had something to do with what she could see while others couldn’t.

Plenty of children claimed to see the faeries, to follow the flickering lights of miniature bodies into the forest where toadstools and flower rings marked the blessed places. It was common to indulge the children in their age of fairytales. Sakura was no exception, not even when she woke up in the middle of the night, pulled by an unsourced urge to trace out rings in chalk around the beds of her parents and her own, or sleep walk to the hawthorn trees and rest the last half of the night there, protected by their coverage. Her parents thought her odd at times, but children were meant to be odd.

Ino’s father, a man more superstitious than her own, told Sakura it was because she had been born under the stars on a old, open night when no clouds invaded the heavens-a rare treat indeed. He remembered because he was there to keep Sakura’s father from stressing into oblivion while her mother battled the labor pains with screams that could chill the dead.  

‘What does that have to do with anything?” Ino asked in a tone that betrayed her nonchalance. She was too grown up for fae stories.

‘Why, people born in the morning cannot see spirits or the fae world; but those born at night have power over ghosts, and can see the spirits of the dead. Fae love these sort of people, especially when they’re born with green eyes that see the unseen.’

Ino had no reason to be jealous of Sakura’s green eyes when her own were cold and blue like a naked sky. How rare was it to see the blue of the sky on their small island off the mainland! Sakura envied Ino for her beauty, but secretly, she envied her friend for what she didn’t see.

One day a rooster walked through their open doorway and crowed. Sakura began to set the table for an extra person while her parents eyed each other over her head in a knowing manner. They indulged their daughter in her childhood, but she was nearing the threshold age where girls became woman in body. Soon the indulgences would need to run out.

After sitting down to eat a knock bade her father to the door where a traveler asked for shelter. He was a man her father had done business with while on the mainland. He sat at the place meant for him and before the supper was gone he had convinced Sakura’s father to come to the mainland for more work. Families were leaving all the islands in droves for modern work on the mainland, even the larger ones like theirs with forests and castles from an age long ago. The only people left behind were the superstitious and sentimental.

Sakura remembered her parents fighting about it that night after the traveler had moved on to the guest house for sleep. The life her family lived was modest, but it could be better. They tried to hush their voices, but Sakura stole out in the night to curl up under a hawthorn tree and listen for the songs of the fae from far beyond. The mainland had such dull songs, their fae were strong, but forgotten. Sakura would wither if she had to leave her old loud island and all her fae.

In the morning her parents discussed it in front of her and asked Sakura what she thought. She told them she had no wish to leave. Her mother seemed proud until Sakura went on to explain why.

Her father left the next month and but came back for the rest of the family.

Sakura’s mother died of what some assumed to be heartache a year later.

They buried the two in twin plots by the old church. It was the first time Sakura saw a fae turn away from her in shame. The headless one had a face hidden from view, but by the way her shoulders sank, Sakura could read her just as well.  

“Still, you can’t stay here alone.”

Sakura looked up at her aunt, the old woman with hazel eyes who had traveled so far, from an island even more remote than Sakura’s. She and Sakura’s mother hadn’t been in contact since Sakura was a baby. Sakura had no memory of ever meeting the woman, but the familial resemblance was uncanny.

Across the churchyard Sakura continued to stare at the headless Dullahan fae from the unseelie courts.

Her aunt watched her, searching the empty street for what she assumed Sakura was staring at. A shiver touched her spine and she lowered her eyes.

Sakura caught this and sighed. “Don’t bother, dullahan hate to be stared at, you’ll be covered in a bucket of blood if you dare.” Sakura lowered her own eyes, knowing she was in no such danger, but wished to avoid the disrespect she knew she would be committing if she continued on with her bad behavior any longer.  “I won’t go with you to the mainland.”

Her aunt hummed, risking a glance at the empty way once more before responding. “No, you won’t. Their schools will teach you nothing, but your fate is to learn.” The old woman smiled down. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone even remotely suited to being a fairy doctor.”

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anonymous asked:

If a chicken had lips, could it whistle?

uh… i suppose if it had cause to. Like, if a sexy rooster walked past and the chicken was like in a group of other chickens decked out in construction hats and stuff and they noticed the rooster, i guess they’d whistle and shout things at it. Idk… 

  • Me walking up to Rooster Teeth: No no no nope nope nope hell no nopeity nope nope no.
DAD JOE - a Joe Sugg imagine

Joe felt blessed. He had always wanted two children, a boy and a girl, and that’s what he had. His boy was in his early teenage years and his daughter was two years younger. They took after Joe with their shining blue eyes and rusty brown hair. They also had Joe’s sense of humour; always helping their dad plot pranks for Caspar.

Having a good sense of humour that was approved by the viewers he once had, his children and wife, Joe could differentiate between funny and the typical ‘dad funny’. He loved to embarrass his two kids when he picked them up from school. Their reaction was almost as priceless as Caspar’s after a solid prank. His children knew that their dad was just putting on a show, so they often just laughed along (though that didn’t make it less embarrassing).

Joe pulled up into the school car park and wound down his window when he saw the two. He grinned to himself as he prepared for yet another attempt to fluster his kids. Turning on some gentle rap music (the kind Jack Maynard would listen to in his twenties) to the loudest volume, Joe waved fanatically and called his children over.

“Howdy, little Sugglets!” he yelled in an impressive Southern accent.

He laughed as he saw the two blush when some other students began to stare. Joe’s son quickly said goodbye to his two best friends that they had been walking with, before heading to the car.

In his normal and cheerful voice, Joe called, “Hey, mini Lee and mini Pieters!”

The blonde girl and tall boy cheered and waved back; they loved their Uncle Joe.

“Do you want me to drop you two home?”

They nodded before running to catch up with the two Sugg children. The three older kids piled into the back seats as Joe’s daughter excitedly hopped into the front passenger seat. She never got to sit at the front unless her brother’s friends were with them and she loved it.

“So James Bond walked up to a rooster and introduced himself as Bond, James Bond. The rooster then replied with ‘I’m Ken, Chick Ken’,” Joe joked, laughing at his silly, lame and typical dad (or Caspar) joke.

“Dad,” his son whined from behind him. “You don’t have to embarrass us now, these two know you’re not normally like this!”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Joe said, making a silly frown at them in the rear view mirror. “But alright, I’ll stop. It is getting a bit cringey, isn’t it?”

Joe drove on, dropping Josh’s son off at the Pieters house and Caspar’s daughter at her house. As soon as they were alone as a family, Joe began to ask them about their day and what they got up to. He listened and took everything in, making mental notes and filing them away in his brain. Joe had hated it when he had told his parents something small and they forgot about it a few days later. So he always tried his best to remember the things his beautiful kids told him, no matter how big or small.

“Alright, you two, get out!” Joe would say mockingly as he parked in the driveway of their family home. “You better get that homework done before Mum gets home!”

Part of the DAD series.

Friends that yoga together, stay together. 

Featuring @sob-wandoi as Ryan 

 Team Free Play was honestly the best part of RTX. Getting asked if we were “the Meg and Ryan from Twitter” after Mariel tweeted a picture with us became commonplace, and several guardians jokingly exclaimed “Meg and Ryan?!” which we responded to by looking in a rush and shouting apologies as we ran off to a panel we claimed we were late to. It was a blast.