Where you can find your local tibetan sandfox:
On scribblehub: https://www.scribblehub.com/profile/131756/sukithefox/
On Ao3 but spicier: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SatsunonSavior
On itch.io: https://sukirpg.itch.io/
(Heather) Cassils — Becoming an Image
“Our bodies are sculptures formed by society’s expectations. I am a visual artist, and my body is my medium.”
“In terms of pronouns I prefer he but I’m okay with she. I prefer to be called Cassils but don’t mind if people call me Heather. I state it because I know it is not obvious.“
(Cassils)
In total darkness, Cassils perform his attack upon a 2,000 pound block of clay. In the beginning his hands and breasts are each bound in preparation for battle, an epic reshaping a transformation mirroring his own. Over time and with much effort, the artist has transformed, sculpted and changed his own female form, reshaping it, dissolving binary gender boundaries understood through the exterior forms and contours of a body. The wet punches and short breaths are being captured via an audio recording, flashes of light punctuate the assault upon the clay block— images captured via a camera and the live witnesses to this performance see the action before them the way the camera sees, fractured, disassociated from its linear narrative and bathed in the harsh, cold light of the flash. The viewers gaze akin to the media’s gaze, but also to the photographer’s/artist’s gaze. What they see (and we see after the fact in the still images) is a violent scene, a beating, the physical imposition of will acted out as a force. If as Cassils suggests that “our bodies are sculptures formed by societies expectations” then this sculptural performance reclaims the act of shaping. In this instance the one doing the shaping is the one previously shaped. It too reclaims the acts of violence committed against the trans community. Force met with force, strength met with strength, action captured in an image and an object— and so the work not only reclaims the act of shaping but also the act of image making, wresting a degree of power away from the media…
millennial nerd bertie wooster for some reason
Legitimately incredible. A work of art.
sometimes instead of a horrid little monk, divine visions of lesbians dance in my head dispensing wisdom
NEW COMMISSIONS! dm me here or on other social media for questions <3
okay gonna offer a little sale to generate funds for moving 50 dollar flat color sketches or 60 dollar full color sketchs. mecha, transformers, armor, etc ONLY. 10 slots available. delivery time might be a few weeks. DM if interested
5 of 10 slots claimed! Half of them are still up!
wishing people would understand (and advertisers would stop giving the impression) that herbal remedies don't actually work like fantasy potions where you have a Symptom and they magically target that Symptom specifically-- they work exactly like pharmaceutical medicines but at a less concentrated scale, and it can interact poorly with them if you are already using them.
ashwagandha doesn't "lower your anxiety", it reduces your cortisol levels, which can in turn lower your blood pressure and interact with other adrenal and BP meds. ginkgo doesn't "help you think", it dilates your blood vessels and is an anti-platelet, which increases cerebral bloodflow but can interact with other circulatory meds. grapefruit seed extract is an incredible antifungal but it will inhibit enzymes that break down many types of medication and lead to blood toxicity of those meds.
i've worked in this industry since before insta/tiktok was a major force in advertising for it and i've watched the swing from people generally being educated about this niche thing they have come in to buy to "i saw on tiktok that this will give me energy"
.... will it? have you had bloodwork done? are you adequately absorbing your nutrition? are you getting sunlight? stop being scammed by symptom-centric buzzwords. anything that promises it will give you energy or help you focus or whatever else hinges entirely on your body chemistry fitting very certain criteria and a lot of people end up disappointed when that cordyceps did nothing for them when it turns out they're low on stomach acid and not synthesizing their B vitamins correctly or something else that is way above my paygrade to determine.
the american healthcare system is a shitshow and people often have no choice but to take their treatments into their own hand, but "natural remedies" want your money just as bad as "big pharma" and it's up to the individual to do their epistemological due diligence when treating themselves. godbless.
I feel like practicing any skill would be way more fun if I could have a lil level increase thing that pops up in front of me every time I do good like in Skyrim
“Push ups increased to level 5”
“Writing dialogue increased to level 37”
“Coping mechanisms (healthy) increased to level 18”
"ao3 is the modern day library of alexandria" no that title goes to the internet archive. ao3 is the omegaverse website. easy misconception.
character: has powers
me in my dirt brain: how can this enhance the nsfw
hi i made more lancer smallfic
This one is about Lana Paradiso, Eternal Champion, and Everybody's Idol. An olympian gladitrix, astride the angelic weapon Joya. Together they rule the arenas.
its been one of those weeks pass the sadomasochism
Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive
If you live in the US and you have a phone you need to keep secret for any reason, make sure that it is turned off at this time.
Yes, I'm doing this months in advance, and yes, my blog has very little reach, but I figure better to post about it more than less.
Please reblog and add better tags than mine, I'm bad at tags.
kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.
i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."
goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'
"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.
behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."
"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."
"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."
later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."
she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.
the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?
i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.
but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.
each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".
but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.