Neca

Reader. Writer. Flailer.

[abbis]

Anatomy of a Bite Vampire PRINT Original Art Giclée A4 or A3 gothic witchy home decor werewolf Show Me Your Teeth

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢 🧛 The Anatomy of a Bite Vampire Original Art Giclée PRINT Gothic and witchy home decor. Available in the following colourway options: • Black on white • White on black • Halloween Special Edition (black surround) And the following sizes: • A4: 21cm × 30cm (8 inches x 12

SHOW ME YOUR TEETH

[silverthorpe]

Via etsy

Cosmogonie Humaine Art PRINT of the sun and moon like Artemis and Apollo From an old French text on the nature of human cosmogony. The surrounding text explained that the illustration shows the nature of male and female, sun and moon, as one being of invisible light.

[abbis]

[silverthorpe]

Via etsy 

All is Vanity by Charles Allan Gilbert as seen in the BBC Sherlock episode, The Abominable Bride.

[abbis]

♥️

[abbis]

Celia and Anton the Bat Original Art Giclée PRINT

Anton is Celias third bat. The first one, Ivan, left her for a wife and a family in a new build up on the hill. The second, Stephen, migrated unexpectedly. ... [This] afternoon... Anton shows off a new trick he learned whilst Celia was sleeping last night - he can make his wings into the shape of,

= Words by A. Silverthorpe =I first drew Celia in 2006 making this her thirteenth year. That being the ideal age for a little goth girl, she has decided to come back out to play.Celia has been on many adventures, some of which have been documented through words and pictures. Please visit https://www.etsy.com/shop/adorapop/ to find out more.➵ This print is reproduced from my original painting using archival quality inks.➵ The paper is made from 90% bamboo fibres and 10% cotton and is sustainable and environmentally friendly.➵ It is around A4 size. That's 21cm × 30cm or 8 inches x 12 inches. You can see how that looks framed in the second photograph and border-wise in the third photograph.➵ Signed in pencil by the artist.➵ Both ink and paper are vegan friendly.

[sua-sponte-deactivated20200331]

Judgmental bullshit incoming.

I always suspect that people who say “I’m not into labels” really mean “I’m too scared to look myself in the face and find out that I’m approximately [label]. That would involve being honest with myself about what I want, and it might end in people judging me for who I am, so I’ll dodge all that by staying amorphous. And instead of confessing that I’m confused about my labels, I’ll act like all of this is an affirmative decision.” Plus some bonus biphobia, usually.

Very few people genuinely find labels to be redundant and inconsequential when navigating the world. Genuinely label-free people are weird, and special, and end up not relating to the rest of us mortals very well, and no Stacy you are not one of them.

[funereal-disease]

I think it’s okay to want to avoid the vulnerability that admitting confusion carries, especially if you’re talking to someone you don’t know very well. Consider that many celebrity women say it when giving interviews about their girlfriends. I don’t think I’d want to tell a tabloid all about my private confusion either. Pretending it’s an affirmative decision allows you to control the public narrative.

[moranion]

non-charitable response to the judgmental bullshit incoming.

who exactly decides who’s the Genuinely Label-Free Special Mystical Weirdo and who’s the Ultra Regular Stacy Just Trying to be So Special? bc let me assure you, most weird people regularly encounter both internalised and external judgement along the lines of “You are just trying to be special!” and “you’re just pretending to like this/be like that/dislike that!”

I’d also suggest that even those people who might actually be termed as “Trying To Be Special” do that because they’re trying to locate their own identity in the giant cauldron of conformism. Which, we all know, is an unpleasant thing to be subjected to, so I am not actually sure why are those people deserving of our scorn. I could blather about postmodernist society that’s gone mad with individualism, but it seems to me that most people’s experience nowadays is either “I am unusual in a Bad and Unpleasant Way”, which lands us at a therapist’s office, or “I lack all personality and am super dull so I must make an extra effort to be special,” which, I imagine, could also very quickly land you at a therapist’s office. Neither are fun ways to feel, and neither are actually true. My point here being: feeling like you either don’t fit in or that you fit in to the point of disappearing in a crowd is a pretty common experience in contemporary society. It makes sense that it’ll show in refusal to label ourselves. 

Fourthly - hell, is that even a word - plenty of people, including me, have legit reasons to refuse a label because of its political background. There’s a point here to be made about weighing personal integrity against pointless nitpicking against joining in to help a cause and/or increasing the numbers, but considering that OP seems to be mostly talking about people who refuse to call themselves bisexual, I have the following outrageous suggestion: this juuuuust might have smth to do with the fact that most people still don’t seem to believe that bisexuality actually exists. Plenty of this attitude happily persists even in the most progressive/lgbt spaces. 

Fifthly - that’s definitely not a word - I’d like to non-friendly remind everyone that all the bullshit gatekeeping that inevitably comes with endless identity politics is still alive and happily kicking. That might also have smth to do with the hatred for labels. After all, you never know when someone is going to come along and tell you that you don’t actually belong to The Group. 

Finally, I fail to see why is it anyone’s business what labels other people do or don’t use. 

[saxifraga-x-urbium]

Good analysis & furthermore … words/labels are by definition a crappy compromise in describing complicated real world objects, relations, etc even before we get onto beliefs and desires. Some people don’t want to trade in crappy compromises when negotiating either their identity or their desires and that’s okay? I trade in crappy comprises about myself because I literally don’t respect anyone enough to waste energy trying to find the descriptive terms honesty would require; I think it’s positive & sweet if someone hasn’t reached that particular nadir of sociability yet.

[abbis]

Labels for me are a hefty construct that come with weight and responsibility and mean radically different things to different people. I change my mind from moment to moment about what I want and how I enjoy existing and committing to anything beyond my own name (and even that comes with variations) is a concept I find utterly exhausting and with zero benefit to me or anyone else. I will always tick the bisexual box on any paperwork because, it's the most inclusive box there, and it covers the basics, but I do not find generally labelling myself useful in any way shape or form, and become increasingly anxious and angry if anyone applies labels to me that I did not ask for. This isn't because I'm special; it is because I'm evasive, anxious and changeable. If you like labels, please enjoy them, I will use them if the conversation requires, I am delighted that is a linguistic function you enjoy that brings your reality into greater focus. But as per the gatekeeping and contextualising notes above, being reductive about people who aren't as into sharply defining all aspects of themselves (usually in English, that regularly floppy and inconsistent and layered language) doesn't do anyone any favours.

[abbis]

[abbis]

[thas-fandom]

Dunkirk | On location

Tom with Jack Lowden on set !!

@yuma_lowden" Nice photo. Now color”

[nikoblasto]

SECRET FOOTAGE OF OLD MAN MAGNETO RECRUITING YOUNG POWERFUL MUTANTS TO THE BROTHERHOOD:

[penleydesigns]

It’s a family affair 

[sadmomhair]

what’s it like to be taller than 5’2”??? is it nice? can you comfortabley reach cupboards?

[1010meha]

We live in constant fear of the short ones, who (in my experience) will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table, and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want

[abbis]

I am a medium height, except in Wales where I am taller than everyone and got used to trying to shrink myself and not stick out. Being a medium height I am not tall enough to reach high-up things but am tall enough that people ask me to try all the same and then kinda disbelieve me when I can’t reach them and don’t have the confidence of the short ones to make a ladder out of local objects.

[saxifraga-x-urbium]

How do you get over the fear of writing and just plow through it?

hold two mutually contradictory ideas in your head:

the thing you have to write is the most important thing that can ever be said and it has to be you that says it, because no one else will say it the same way (and when you have finished, you have made a thing exist in the world that never existed before, and that is powerful magic)

writing is like taking a poop. it has to be done. the end result may be total fucking garbage but guess what? you get infinite other goes at it. you can do it as many times as you need to, to get what’s needed said. this applies whether you’re writing passionate rhetoric about the need for democratic reform in your country or whether you’re writing 100 words of teen wolf ovipositor fisting coffee shop au; you get as many goes as it takes. it doesn’t matter if you fuck it up. it doesn’t matter that it categorically will not be perfect. everyone needs to edit.

(basically do not fear the blank page. you are the boss of words, and you can fuck ‘em up as much as you like. just like drawing. start with a damn scribble; write the scene backwards; pretend everyone involved is farting all the way through their dialogue; wear a party hat while you write. it’s an amazing and incredible act of creation but you don’t have to take it seriously).

[tatterdemalionamberite]

this is one of the most magnificent stinkers I’ve read all year

[kues]

[berlynn-wohl]

And that is why old people are so tired. We used up all our energy finding fan fiction in the 90’s.

me, concluding my explanation to a 19-year old about what a “webring” was (via zarhooie)

(do not think about the year a 19-year-old was born in DO NOT)

[abbis]

I feel like Buffy Summers and Dean Winchester would be best friends.

Dean: So you're Chosen too, huh?

Buffy: Yep. A bunch of old men played God a zillion years ago, and here I am.

Dean: I know that feel.

Buffy: Oh well. It could be worse. I kind of enjoy killing things.

Dean: It's really good stress relief. If only we could just stick with killing monsters, right?

Buffy: I know. One day it's "kill vampires", the next you're sacrificing yourself for your younger sibling.

Dean: And then they bring you back from the dead!

Buffy: You too, huh?

Dean: Crawled my way out of a grave.

Buffy: Sucks, doesn't it?

Dean: And then I got back to find out that the person closest to me was doing sketchy, addicting things to become more powerful, all in the name of the greater good.

Buffy: Let me guess, he tried to start an apocalypse?

Dean: Not TRIED to start so much as-- wait, how'd you know?

Buffy: Been there, done that. Man, next thing you'll tell me someone close to you lost their soul and tried to kill people you loved.

Dean: Dude. This is eerie. Next thing you'll be telling me you have a red-headed computer-hacking lesbian unofficial sister.

Buffy: ...um....

Dean: .....Are you my alternate universe parallel?

Buffy: No, the only alternate universe I've been in, they told me my life was all fiction. And not even good fiction.

Dean: ...We should hang out.

Buffy: Definitely.

Dean: Decapitate some vampires.

Buffy: Sounds good.

Dean: Are you seeing anyone?

Buffy: No, but I'm not over this guy in a big coat who I hated for a while and was an enemy but then came over to our side because he fell in love with me, and then later he betrayed me and it was awful, but then he really did feel bad about it and tried and make up for it and he died saving the world but then came back only he never calls me.

Dean: .....

Buffy: .....

[cat-alvarez]

Hogwarts: A History