i wanna know more about the jerries/jeris
do you want to know the most horrific thing about them?
the lords did nothing to make them the way they are.
yes, the jerry jr was turned into the axeman because of the witchwood, which does what it does because of the lords, but everything leading up to that is just human nature. i see the "girl jeri is nibbly" or "they were influenced by a lord to do the thngs they do" and i need people to understand that that's just. not true. they're just like that. they were taught to be like that by their parents and, more accurately, their church. it's horrifyingly accurate how religion has shaped them into non-functional human beings, who would rather potentially lose their child to the many, many dangers of the literal woods than admit that they had sex outside of marriage.
it's only because it's hatchetfield that jerry jr grew the way he did. there was no lord's intervention in their decision to keep the baby, or to drop out of school to care for him, or to keep him seperated from any other people, or to revolve their lives around the idea that they'd committed a sin and needed to pay by pushing celibacy rather than. i don't know. properly raising their child. it was the way they were taught. the toxic pushing of overexaggerated christian ideals is what molded them. can you imagine being in their place? being a scared teenager and knowing that if you told any of the people you care about most your secret that they would shun you and disown you?
the only people they felt any kind of safe around were each other; of course they're going to be codependent. and even then, they're disgusted by each other for leading them to sin. they're stuck together unwillingly, because without the other, they're alone.
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possibly part of the reason i haven't listened to the slayers audio drama yet is simply because hearing giles again after years of no giles would eviscerate me and also i already have just so much extra-canonical content to wade through? am coming to terms w the fact that i still have not read every buffy tie-in novel, have not read the follow-up comics, and that therefore there are parts of this world unknown to me, and i would like there to sort of always be that happening. truly can't imagine what it would feel like without that last extra scrap of btvs to experience.
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Rant about Harry Potter and JK Rowling, stick with me here
Ok, so, I hate JK Rowling. I feel like that's a given, right? Like, she's a transphobic homophobic bigot who hides behind feminism and routinely denies massive parts of the holocaust, and I despise her in ways that I don't think words can even express. I can't stand her, but y'know what I also can't stand?
When someone implies that my mother, who is one of the most supportive people I know, and a massive part of the founding, organization, and actions of a local group made specifically to fight Moms for Liberty and school boards in our area trying to harm trans and queer people, is transphobic because she likes Harry Potter
Wanna know why my mom likes Harry Potter? Because when she discovered the series at 12 years old, she quite literally lived in a cupboard under the stairs and was in an abusive household. The magic of the wizarding world or whatever was her escape, it's the reason she's still alive, and by extension, the reason I was ever alive.
But, sometimes, not even often, when I try to express even the most minimal amount of appreciation of that, someone says to me "but isn't JK Rowling transphobic? Why would you support someone like that? Are you transphobic?"
Which pisses me off beyond belief, as one might imagine
In this situation, "separate the art from the artist" isn't exactly a good phrase to use, given the fact that the goblins or whatever run the bank are Jewish stereotypes and the house elves generally being happy to work under their masters being a straight rip from the whole happy slave myth, and those are very very important things to recognize and understand, among others
I feel like it's a lot closer to "separate the hundreds if not thousands of lives she's helped from the hundreds if not thousands of lives she's ruined", or even better, understand that the good she's indirectly done for people makes all the bad that much more horrid
My mother is the closest thing to a hero in this entire world and I will not stand to hear one more person accuse her of being transphobic purely because she thinks fondly of a book series that saved her life. I will not stand for people saying she's just as bad as a holocaust denier because she owns every book in the series. I will not stand for anyone going entirely against their point of not judging a group as if it's monolithic by saying all Harry Potter fans are bad people, including my mother. And, once again, it's not often at all that this happens, but it happens and I'm pissed about it and needed to rant
Anyways rant over JK Rowling sucks don't believe a single thing she says and don't support her unless you wanna support someone actively trying to make the existence of queer people illegal
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The semester started and my sleep schedule instantly crumbled. My fatigue has come roaring back and I get to reacclimatize to the bottom of my energy reserves.
On the upside, I have 6/13 pages completed. I’m gonna post the first half for Ko-fi members when I finish 7 pages.
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why is every driving school website like useless at answering my actual questions why are your FAQs so unhelpful (el capitalisme is the problem ik) i just want to figure out how to estimate how many hours of lessons I will need to buy
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Moth I'm missing your boys, give us some rambly Raindrop/ Phantom Rain Drop thoughts?
Rain hasn’t seen him all day. Just evidence of his existence. A half-emptied cup of black coffee on the counter, a long strand of gold strewn across his black pillowcase, yesterday’s clothes kicked into the corner of the bathroom.
They have no reason to cross paths today. No practice, no ministry business, no shared responsibilities. Not that they need a reason to be together. Quite the contrary. But Rain can’t count on a schedule to run into him eventually. So, Rain wanders around trying to track his invisible footsteps.
Where is he?
Rain knows and follows his intuition down to the water. Down to the gnarled roots of the willow growing by the bank of the lake.
Dew looks so small, tucked into a makeshift hammock of roots, Rain’s sweater tossed over them to blunt some of the hard knots and lumps.
“What’re you doing here?” Why am I asking questions I know the answer to?
Dew’s eyes are closed. But Rain knows he’s not asleep because his hands are busy fiddling with the drawstring of the hood he’s using as a pillow.
“You know.” His voice is small and dry.
“I do.”
“Just felt - alone.” No matter how many people I surround myself with, no matter who I talk to. I feel alone. Cause I am. I will be, in the end. And I didn’t want to ask you - to say the thing you always say.
You went to everyone, but me? If Rain had bothered to ask anyone else he may have heard a few reports of a Dew -shaped spectre gliding in and out of various rooms earlier that day.
“Fine. I won’t tell you that you’re never alone. And you never will be. I won’t tell you that I’m like these stupid trees. If anyone tries to pull me away. I will simply wither and die. That you are stuck with me whether you like it or not.”
Of course it’s his choice, but he wants Dew to feel like it isn’t. To feel certainty in matters that really are never quite certain. Like love.
Dew makes space for him in the crevice of the tree, “I do like it,” he thinks. Its embarrassing. But, comforting, Rain understands his language. The subtext between his sentences and the meaning in the words he doesn’t say.
There are one thousand and one places in the Ministry to get lost in, where no one will ever find you. But Dew chooses the same place every time, the place that tells Rain, I need you but I can’t say it. I wanted to reach out but my hands are tied. I wanted to call your name but I can’t speak. I feel so alone, show me that isn’t true.
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Learning Blender as an experienced artist is so galling like
😤😤😤 "I have spent 21 years of my life learning how to be a better artist, from copying the pictures in my Pokémon handbook at age 9 to finally reaching a point around age 30 where I can pretty much create almost any image I have in my head if I have enough time. Even though there's always so much more to learn, it is extremely gratifying for all that hard work to be paying off in the way it is. I am, finally, becoming the artist I'd always hoped I'd be." ❤❤❤
And then I open Blender, and it's like, "I CAN MOVE A SINGLE CUBE IN ONE DIRECTION. SOMETIMES. LAST NIGHT, I BUILT A WASTEPAPER BASKET BY TAKING 20 MINUTES TO GET THROUGH A 3-MINUTE TUTORIAL. MY 3D ARTISTRY SKILLS ARE COMPLETE SO LONG AS MY SUBJECT MATTER IS CUBES AND OCCASIONALLY LITERAL GARBAGE. WHAT IS HAPPENING." 🙃😬⁉️😫☠🥸🤡🤡🤡
(I'm still proud of my art and of the progress I'm making learning a new program, but it's an ego check for sure. 😅)
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