Headcanon that Blake and Yang were absolutely insufferable at Beacon once they started flirting with each other. They’ll never admit it’s flirting, of course, but everyone knows what it is.

Blake says it’s just harmless back and forth between teammates, inside jokes and references that no-one else gets. Yang says she loves seeing the way her partner’s mind works whenever she says something that would turn anybody else bright red. Weiss says it’s getting in the way of study time and makes them both leave the library.

I have a massive soft spot for Beacon Bees.

Now I have soft Beacon Bees:

I love how happy they look.

Of course one of the first things I did with them was 'now kiss!'

finished commission for my bestie!! thank u laura bailey for being a queen 🩵

Bacon Bees by Dandidine based off a typo on Beacon Bees

https://twitter.com/dandidine/status/1636541193680039936

When the bees bumble

Keep seeing rwby revisionism where people are acting like Yang hasn't been in love and whipped for Blake since beacon, I'd like to remind everyone how Yang asked Blake and only Blake for a dance, and she danced with no one else, how she opened up to blake about raven because she knew that was the only way she was gonna get her to finally get rest. How Blake's opinion of her mattered so much she broke into tears at the thought of Blake not trusting her. The way she instantly jumped at adam to protect blake while CRYING because blake was hurt. And how she shut down and even pushed ruby away once it hit her that blake was gone, after all that blake ran. There was a real possibility she would never see the girl she cares for so much, the girl she's starting to realize she has been in love with this whole time, ever. Yang wanted to love Blake and have that love returned for two years and it must so cathartic to finally be able to do it.

fuck yeah. beacon bees so, so real.

i will say here that i do think the bees could have benefited from just one more scene with the two of them in the beacon era. something in early v3, i think, maybe just after the fight they won as team rwby. @kienava told me a while back that they think that there could have been a scene where blake admitted that she chose yang in the emerald forest intentionally, and i think that would be a good fit,,, something along the lines of yang commenting on how their team attack was the finishing move in the fight and how well they work together, before blake comes clean about the reasons she chose yang as a partner. i feel like that also could have nicely contrasted with blake's comparison between adam and yang later in the volume.

Ruby: “Weiss I just wanted to let you know Blake isn’t in the White Fang now and she has cat ears under her bow isn’t that cool… ok bye…”

Yang: “What?! Really??”

I know what you are Yang

very important question please reblog with thoughts

School is obliterating me but I managed to do this

Based off of this (idk who the artist is I'm sorry please if someone knows who drew this lemme know so I can credit)

in rwby iq ep 2 during the nevermore fight Blake's calling Yang's name and Yang just swings in the air and yells at her "HI AGAINNN" how did i miss it?!?!

the campers are some of the most jinxed people ever

I’ve finally finished digging my big hole :D

Hotel selfies bc I’m tired and bored 😴 Also, currently watching Pitch Perfect 3 🤪

Also another London Eye photo from the hotel 🤪

Spiders are not beloved like the bees

At Dia Beacon, Meg Webster’s pieces marry geometry and organic materials. Cones of salt, cubes of forest earth, nests of branches, and a large curving wall of beeswax.

The wall wrapped itself around me from meters away, reaching out and holding me in its thick, warm scent. An olfactory embrace.

Bees are mythical creatures. It’s hard to get away from all that they represent – their longstanding metaphorical connections to ideas like industry and community; they make stuff, they move together. Right now, it’s early March on the east coast of North America, they are harbingers of warmth––signals that life is returning after winter. Some part of me, every year, fails to believe in spring. When the bees arrive, something in me matches the tempo of their wings. The scale of this wall amazes me, because of its debt to tiny insects. Madison comments on how many bees must have contributed to this human-scaled architecture.

And it makes me think about the garment made of spider silk that I have just been reading about, which is in the collection of the Victoria & Albert Museum. Millions of golden orb spiders unrolling filaments from their spinnerets, which are bundled and twined together, then woven and embroidered into a garment that looks like it has been died with turmeric or saffron. This rich yellow gold is the colour of the thread itself.

There were golden orb weaving spiders in my grandmother’s garden (perhaps not the same kind as the Madagascan spiders that wove this silk). Their glittering webs would appear overnight and tremble in the morning dew, the coolest part of the day before the summer heat would bleach the sky. She was careful not to break them, even when they’d make the web like a gate across the garden path: we’d need to go off the path, through the shrubs, find a way around.

The spiders resist industrialization, so they are not beloved like bees.

"The Bee-can is Lit!"

Mmmmmmm might reboot my Beacon Hills RP server,,,,, mmmmm