Well Here’s To Hoping

Em, she/her. Lesbian / possibly genderqueer. Probably just doodles, gay poems, a bunch of writing (mostly SU fanfiction and original stuff). :)

[emmazippy577]

I need a grown-up mentor butch and a femme to call me her prince

[emmazippy577]

Hey guess what!! This happened too!! I have a lot of fun mentor enby/transmasc folks and theyre helping me be my true self! And my gf is a doe and she calls me her prince and it’s very exciting!! My life is very good!!

[emmazippy577]

I want drag queens to call me handsome and buy me a suit

[emmazippy577]

Hey!! This happened!! I bought my own “suit” - just a nice shirt to go w my slacks— but a drag queen called me handsome!! It’s very exciting!!

[bogleech]

Okay reblog if you’re an artist who STRONGLY PREFERS reblogs with commentary

People are apparently under the impression that reblogging someone’s art and adding a comment is frowned upon and that can’t possibly be true, every artist I know of sees a reblog-comment as like the ultimate definitive reward for their hard work.

Obviously don’t feel bad for NOT adding a comment if you’re shy or just don’t know what to say, but if there’s something you would like to say about a drawing you’ve liked enough to reblog, I’m pretty sure most artists crave hearing it.

[thesnadger]

This applies to art, fic, dumb theories, whatever! I totally love reading tags and commentary!

Definitely re-emphasizing that ALL reblogs, likes, etc are awesome! So don’t feel bad/feel obligated to add something if you don’t want to, but don’t hold back if you DO wanna add something because you’re worried it’s rude.

[ironwoman359]

^^^Yep. art, fic, theories, I love reading your responses to anything I post! It makes it seem more like a conversation and less like I’m just screaming senselessly into the void.

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THIS applies to writers!! ^-^ Definitely leave us feedback and such! Any type of feedback, all the feedback! 

[amethystdarkwolf]

oh PLEASE I love it when people give feedback!!!!

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Feedback is literally what helps me get out of bed and write most days! It’s really awesome and encouraging to see that people like my work enough to comment on it!

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Love At All — Chapter 7

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Sapphire is in her office at the end of the day.

TW: anxiety/panic attack, cuss words, mentions of suicidal thoughts.

I write panic attacks very stream-of-consciousness style, so if it’s difficult to read, I apologize, but that’s also kind of the point.

Eight o'clock, Sapphire noticed. The day had gone quickly. She put the file she'd been reviewing aside, looking at the stack of the remaining. It was nearly taller than she was. There was still so much more to do.

"It's not all briefs. It's not all briefs," she reminded herself.

The Home, currently, housed 400 women and children. It was Sapphire's goal to house and assist anyone who experienced domestic violence as much as possible. But she could do the math: one of three women experienced domestic violence, and in a town of seven thousand women, she was out of her depth. They would never be able to house every woman in need or find or save the lives of everyone who experienced domestic violence. And that wasn't even to mention the one of four men who experienced violence-- but this was a home specifically for women; the abuse suffered by many made bringing in any gentlemen too great a risk.

The paperwork was atrocious. They survived on donations and what money Sapphire could make from the paying clients she could take on. She was in the middle of an appeal for grants from the state, but there was only so much that could be done while retaining their autonomy. There were bills to pay: dinner, and breakfast, and water, and electric, and heating, and cooling. There were property taxes, and linens, and cleaning supplies, and medical supplies, and all of the locks on all of the cabinets because children were careless and some of these poor women wished they weren't here anymore. They were severely understaffed, and with her whole being, Sapphire hated asking student interns to do work that taught them nothing, like mopping or making sure everything was locked up at night.

The funds that were donated paid most of what was required, but the paperwork couldn't be avoided. No matter how hard she tried.

There was so much to do. There were loans, and files, and cases to be organized. There were people she had to see, had to attend to, had to show that she cared for because if they didn't know, she didn't know what she'd do. There were so many case files, so much case law, so much work. There were files and bills and PowerPoint presentations to make to help bring in donations and God, were there always those many case briefs? And no matter how hard she worked, no matter what she did, she'd never get it all done. Even if she did, there were millions more people in America alone that she couldn't help. Billions and billions of people in the world that she could do nothing for, and they were counting on her. People were counting on her; and if she helped them, more people would come to count on her; hell, she was counting on herself, and fuck that's a lot of paper and how long had she been breathing this fast and what did that matter -- because of her there would be people who weren't breathing at all. If she could just shut the hell up and make a decision and stop acting like such a loser and just make a fucking decision about where to put that damn paperwork--

And she froze.

Her hands had somehow landed at either side of her head, roughly pushing back the hair near her temples and tightening her fists. She shuffled to her chair and sat. Elbows on her knees, tears in her one good eye, and fists still in her hair, she waited.

There was nothing to do but wait it out; wait for her heart to stop pounding, wait for the tears to stop coming, wait until she forgot that waiting was the last thing she should be doing.

Nine o'clock, she noticed. She made herself presentable, picked up a new file, and went to the lobby.

"Have a safe drive home," she told Pearl and Rose as they passed the front desk on their way out. She paused and looked around, glancing to the file and up to the empty lobby again. The stillness permeated everything, and she reveled in it. This was the most quiet and relaxing the days ever were, here at the shelter. This was the perfect time to just breathe. She turned her gaze to the heavily highlighted paper before her, and started writing.

[emmazippy577]

¡Hola! Quiero decirte que me gusta mucho Love At All. Es la primera vez que leo una historia Rupphire con una trama como esa. ¡Gran trabajo!

Awww yay!! Muchas gracias!! ❤️

[harteus]

remember these, kids? they used to be so popular on deviantART way back in like 2008 and i remember i used to be so pumped about doing one, though i never really did. so, last night i even had a dream about doing one of these, so i put together some scenarios and here we are, haha! feel free to reblog or save the template for yourself if it catches your fancy! 

please tag your finished meme as  harteus meme so that i and others can find your artwork easily and collected. <3

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Love At All — Chapter 6

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AHHHHH

Things are building slow bc im starting from nothing and working my way up, but all the same I think this chapter is kinda cute?

No warnings!

"Sapphire?" The returning guest asked, looking around the lobby. She fiddled with the small paper bag in her hands, unsure of herself. Her eyes fell to Lapis and she cleared her throat. "'Scuse me, do you know where I could find Sapphire?"

"She's in her office, but I wouldn't go back there unless you really need her," Lapis warned, "She only uses it when she's working on a case or something serious like that for one of the others, and can't be disturbed. She's got a lot to do and stuff." Lapis looked the guest up and down a few times as she spoke. Sapphire’s work was important, and this visitor didn’t seem hurt. She could wait, and if she couldn’t, that was her choice.

"Oh," the fuzzy-haired stranger muttered, "well, then, uh - can I sit with you and wait for her?" Lapis Lazuli’s eyes widened a fraction. She nodded and the girl sat a cushion away.

"Jeopardy," Lapis announced in monotone, gesturing to the screen.

"Is it new?" The guest asked.

"Don't think so," Lapis shook her head, "but I'm not sure."

The red girl hummed before looking to the bag in her hands. "Hey," she got Lapis's attention, "you want one?" She offered the now-open brown paper bag, which was filled with packages of mini-muffins. "A freshman's mom brought them to baseball practice last night."

"Sure," Lapis decided, and the two ate and watched TV in silence, both waiting for Sapphire, both wary of each other.

-

It was an hour before Sapphire left her office, suppressing a yawn. She made her way to the lobby, smiling slightly at the Jeopardy theme, easily heard from down the west hall.

"Hello," Sapphire said over her shoulder with a smile as she walked to the main desk. Her arms were full, as they usually were, but not so much so that she couldn’t see or handle it. So long as she got the files were on the desk, she supposed, that was organized enough.

"Hey," Lapis greeted, lightness betraying her typical toneless voice.

"Uh, hi," came the familiar, high pitched gravel, that Sapphire had been worrying over for weeks.

"It's you," Sapphire remarked, she looked up. The guest had jogged closer, ready to take the pile from Sapphire’s arms to help. After the wordless offer, Sapphire nodded gratefully and let her take the papers from her hands. Ruby smiled, putting the stack on the desk carefully. Sapphire smiled softly. "Are you okay? It's been a while."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," the girl shrugged with a grin. "I just-- you said to come by, even if I just only wanted to. So, I did."

"Good," Sapphire laughed lightly. Lapis's eyes flitted to the lawyer and the laugh she wasn't used to hearing. "I see you've met some of the others who come here," Sapphire tactfully left Lapis's name, and how frequently she stayed with them, unsaid.

The guest nodded, understanding the unsaid boundary. "Yeah. I had muffins." The guest jumped slightly, "I have muffins. Here!" She grabbed a package from the box and tossed it to Sapphire before she could think. She winced at herself. Luckily, Sapphire caught it, and the woman could only remark softly “Nice hands.” She paused a moment before realizing she should explain further, "Sometimes people bring food to practice and I get the leftovers. Thought I should share."

"That's really sweet. Thank you," Sapphire nodded, a soft smile on her face.

"That's, um, all I really wanted to do," the girl shrugged, an embarrassed smile on her face, as she glanced to a clock. "Practice is-- soon, I um. I should go. You can keep what's left of these. They're pretty great. You know, how quality muffins in a bag can be."

"Thank you," Sapphire laughed again, soft and relaxed in spite of the guest’s mild unease/ Lapis's eyes went to Sapphire as she bid the guest farewell. "Come by any time." The girl nodded, and quickly made her way out the door.

As soon as the door was shut, Lapis turned to her. "You don't laugh like that.”

"What?"

"Well, no," Lapis conceded, bringing a hand thoughtfully to her face. "That was how you laugh. It isn't a pity laugh like you give the kids for their jokes, even though it should’ve been. But, either way, you don't laugh often, not like that."

"I think a girl I've only met a few times coming in with a box of prepackaged mini-muffins has a certain comedic randomness to it, don't you?" Sapphire shrugged benignly. "There's something nice about the unexpected -- especially when it's positive for once."

Lapis hummed, a curious sort of smirk on her face. "Next is final jeopardy for this episode," she finally said, motioning to the TV.

Sapphire looked at the screen and nodded. "It's Mrs. Joe."

"You haven't even seen the question yet. You're a soothsayer or something."

"It's daytime TV. It's all reruns."

"That's your story."

[emmazippy577]

I FORGOT THAT I WROTE THIS UNTIL JUST NOW AND I THINK ITS THE BEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN!!! IM VERY PROUD!! READ AND VALIDATE ME PLZ

[toastyglow]

some resources for people who want to start animating

free animation programs

the 12 principles of animation

51 animation exercises (from beginner to expert)

glen keane animates a scene

my advice: have fun and play–play is learning | always be watching real life to see how things move | also be watching cool animations to learn from them | it’s hard but so worth it when things turn out well, good luck!

[emmazippy577]

I colored in one of Rebecca Sugar’s stamps from SDCC!

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I want drag queens to call me handsome and buy me a suit

[emmazippy577]

A cute Rupphire flip show because they’re wives! Made with post-it-notes and the Fast&Free slideshow maker. Song is Something Entirely New by Rebecca Sugar, performed my Erica Luttrell and Charlyne Yi.

[emmazippy577]

I need a grown-up mentor butch and a femme to call me her prince

[emmazippy577]

“So... do you like it?” -stuff in chapters to come-

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Love At All - chapter 5

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Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything in this one :) so yay!

Let’s set the stage for some backstory and general subplot development, shall we?

"Sapphire, look at this," Lapis called, weeks later, pointing to the TV. "Celeste Diamond's speech is all about funding for social programs. And she seems to be doing well in the polls."

"Celeste's supported us for ages. Even more so after her daughter's passing," Rose enlightened, standing behind Lapis's chair, her gaze on the TV. "Truth be told, the woman can do no wrong. And after her daughter passed, I don't think she’s had it in her to do anything particularly shocking."

"Either she's not really a politician, or she's a hell of a good one," Lapis snickered.

Sapphire glanced to her, happy to see the amusement for the first time since the girl had arrived. "You're not wrong," Sapphire smiled, and made her way to her desk, paperwork in hand.

Very quickly, though, the paperwork was out of hand, and Sapphire was on the floor, Amethyst suddenly lying beside her.

"Sorry, Sapphire," the teenager chuckled, standing and gathering all the papers she could. She handed them to the lawyer before the two helped each other up.

"Amethyst!" Sapphire smiled genuinely at the sudden reappearance of the teen, "it’s been a long time,” her tone softened and beneath her bangs, her eye grew desperate, “-is everything okay?"

"Heh, yeah. I'm fine. Just wanted to see all you guys. Hey Rose!"

Sapphire couldn’t help but smile at that. Rose had a magnetic quality about her: anyone who had even only just seen her knew it. And Amethyst, like many others, was excited to count the sweet woman as a confidant and caretaker.

"Amethyst, how are you?" Rose smiled benignly, getting up and sharing a hug with the teenager. The thing about Rose, though, was that she didn’t count herself as the naturally motherly type, like others counted her. But she, without a doubt by herself - nor anyone else, was motherly to Amethyst.

"I'm good, guys, really," Amethyst assured, holding up her hands and laughing.

"Well, then," Sapphire began again, "how's sophomore year?"

"It's school," Amethyst shrugged, still grinning. "What are you guys doing?"

"I was just going back to work," Sapphire sighed with a laugh in her throat, showing off her papers.

"I don't have an appointment until this afternoon, though," Rose smiled. She scooted over and patted the cushion beside her. "Come on, the news is on." Amethyst smiled and followed, happily sitting on the couch by the doctor. Lapis watched the teenager with interest before her attention was back on the politician.

—

"Rose," Amethyst mumbled a few minutes later. Sapphire had retreated back to her office. Amethyst had decided that Lapis truly didn’t give a shit. It was the perfect time. "There's a tournament going on next Saturday. I can meet you and show you the way there."

"That sounds wonderful," Rose replied, quietly and affectionately, smiling at the kid.

"Rose, is G-" Pearl interrupted herself as she approached. "Oh, Amethyst! I didn't know you were here. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's good. How're you, P?"

"I'm well, thank you," Pearl nodded dutifully and smiled at the three women on the couch before hurrying off to her desk.

Whatever she had wanted to say could wait, it seemed.

—

"I've got ten bucks with me if you guys would like to get ice cream or something?" Amethyst mentioned as the Jeopardy's closing melody played.

"That sounds wonderful," Rose sighed happily, clasping her hands together briefly, and the two got up. "But it'll be on me, okay? Lapis, Pearl, do either of you want to come with us?"

Amethyst paused a second before deciding the new lack of confidentiality— security in their trip wasn’t something to take personally: it was just Rose.

"Why not," Pearl decided, clocking out for lunch. "It is a nice day out." Amethyst smiled, back on board with the plan completely, even if only for humor’s sake. Of course, P would want to come.

"I'll pass," Lapis replied, flipping channels aimlessly.

"Then, can I get you anything?" Rose continued. Lapis shook her head gratefully, then promptly returned to ignoring them. The three decided to make their way out the door.

"Oh, sorry," a gravelly voice muttered as it entered, bumping shoulders with Amethyst, the last one out the door.

"It's all good," Amethyst replied, glancing back to answer the girl who entered. Amethyst paused in her tracks, then stared a moment, and the guest stared right back. Quickly, the older woman coughed to signify their meeting had ended, and the two wordlessly parted ways.

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I found some photogenic toadstools in my backyard!