tattoo artist who can encode magic into tattoos but doesn’t want people to know she can so she just puts low-level luck spells on her clients’ bodies without telling them
jeweller who makes body jewellery and pendants which have amulet properties and draw love and luck and happiness to their wearers without them realising it
piercing artist who keeps the remnants from her piercings and puts them all in little jars in the back of her shop to work sympathetic luck spells on all her clients
and then all three of them slowly realise what the others are doing and end up in a poly relationship living in a little shop in the shitty end of town, which gets curiously less shitty the longer they stay, and people think it’s just the development of the area but the three artists know
and they’re never rich and they’re never famous but they’re always happy because they have everything they need
they have the shop and they have their customers and they have each other
and when their customers are happy and content, they pack up and move on, all together now, to find another space with skin to be coloured and jewellery to be made and magic to be done.
this is beautiful
We have to let go of treating each other like not knowing, making mistakes, and saying the wrong thing make it impossible for us to ever do the right things.
And we have to remind ourselves that we once didn’t know. There are infinitely many more things we have yet to know and may never know.
We have to let go of a politic of disposability. We are what we’ve got. No one can be left to their fuck ups and the shame that comes with them because ultimately we’ll be leaving ourselves behind.
I want us to use love, compassion, and patience as tools for critical dialogue, fearless visioning, and transformation. I want us to use shared values and visions as proactive measures for securing our future freedom. I want us to be present and alive to see each other change in all of the intimate ways that we experience and enact violence.
I want our movements sustainable, angry, gentle, critical, loving — kicking ass and calling each other back in when we stray."
Ngọc Loan Trần, "Calling IN: A Less Disposable Way of Holding Each Other Accountable" (via conradtao)
woah! i got quoted.
if y’all haven’t checked it out yet, i wrote this piece over at BGD and i feel really good about it.
This article has given me a huge amount to think about. It’s like a delicious food that’s so good that my impulse is scarf it down, but which can only be digested if I take small bites and actually slow down enough to taste it. It’s exactly what I needed and wanted to read. Thank you, tranqualizer, for writing it.
good days bad days
When iguanamouth does a serious comic, it cuts right to the bone. A brilliant piece.
Recent events—and by recent, I mean beginning about eighteen months ago extending into the present—have increasingly made it hard for me to retain a level of productivity and emotional stability that I can comfortably call functioning. The most current of these events (and that is a plural most recent, when it rains it pours, you know all that jazz) has shaken me enough that I’m in a position where I’m going to have to take a quiet break and pull myself back together. It’s been happening with alarming frequency. Let’s hope this one doesn’t take two million years.
So for a little while I’m…going to be a bit of a ghost. Some of you who know me are probably accustomed to this happening from time to time, but newer friends may worry this is a leaving tumblr forever thing, and please rest assured that it isn’t. I’m just…in need of a little time to readjust and recover.
My skype, should you need me, will remain open. I think I give it in my about, but it’s namelessmooshine in the event that I don’t. I’m too tired to check right now.
To those I’ve promised art, writing, or time to, I will do my best to uphold that as is possible. I may not be at my best right now so if it takes me a bit, please excuse that.
I’ll talk to all of you later, alright?
MY DEAR FOLLOWERS.
If you only ever read and/or reblog one of my posts, I hope this will be the one. Due to some medical problems I am on two pretty serious medications. One is fairly affordable. The other one? Well…
The local Krogers charges over $200 PER MONTH.
I did some research and found out that COSTCO had it for “considerably cheaper.” But I wasn’t a member of Costco. Come to find out, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A MEMBER to fill prescriptions at their pharmacy.
In that bag I’m holding is a 90 DAY supply of BOTH medications for…wait for it….$38. This is friggin awesome. I nearly cried when I found out. So please, share this info (if not necessarily this post). There are plenty Tumblr folks who are struggling with medication costs and this could really help them.
I hope I’ve already helped some of you. :)
This is a thing which is good to know!
I fucks with Costco ALL the way round.
When i was 10, I sent a letter to Lemony Snicket. I didn’t receive a personal reply, but I got one of these. 7 years later I realized that there’s a message formed out of the missing letters.
can there please be some kind of online exchange where trans boys can give their old clothes to trans girls and vice versa? does that exist? if not am i allowed to start one because holy wow that would be the bomb diggety
can this happen
THERE IS ACTUALLY A BLOG FOR THIS NOW
and cis people can also donate clothes, because that gives people a bigger pool to get clothes from and it’s one of the ways that we can be active allies for our trans siblings
S-A-D week two
London Comic Con October 2013
Hot fucking DAMN Assassins from all over the world and a shitton of different time periods?!
Rifle Assassin in the third gif could get it so hard.
that cowbow assassin needs to come fuck me