Harley's Legend

Harley has a compass that seems to have gotten cluttered, so she is now checking her art into the map legend.

[harleyslegend]

New Fanfic!

For anyone following me for this, I have a new fanfic posted over on AO3.

To be honest, I had a new fanfic posted a while back, but I completely forgot about this blog because basically no one follows me here?  I’m going to try and get better with that.

New fic is part of a series called Speak as Loud as your Heart and it’s part of the Fantastic Beasts fandom.

You can find the whole series here: Speak as Loud as your Heart (very much suggest you read the second part before reading this newest part, first one you might be able to get by without but I recommend reading that as well).

If you’ve started following me as of recently, maybe you’ve already read the first two parts??  Here’s a link to the third: Shame for us to Part.

As I said, I’m going to start making updates here, in case anyone wants to know.

Hope ya’ll have a good day!

[catautistic-deactivated20160811]

non-autistic authors write autistic characters all the time. they just don’t realize it. they’d rather not admit it most of the time, either.

the thing is, non-autistic people have met autistic people more than enough times. however, due to their stereotypes about autism, they often can’t identify it as autism. they see something is up, but they can’t put their finger on just what is up.

so they see people like us and they know the ‘archetype’ which is autistic people. they write us all the time: airheaded professors, awkward nerds, pent up geniuses, etc.

when autistic people point out how strikingly obvious it is that this character is autistic, they usually deny it, or at best, they say the character is ‘if anything, extremely high functioning’, which is more of a kick in the gut than a confirmation. we hardly get those, either.

so, here’s the thing: there are some characters that are very obviously autistic to actual autistic people. pearl from steven universe and papyrus from undertale are two of the most agreed upon examples that i’ve seen. nearly ever autistic fan of steven universe i met says, “yeah, she’s autistic”, and the same goes for papyrus. 

when we, as a community, bring this up, however, we are shot down. “oh, he’s not autistic.” i once was told that - ironic as it was - my headcanoning papyrus as autistic offended autistic people or hurt autistic people. but i’m autistic and they weren’t. 

two autistic people were both agreeing - damn, this character is blatantly autistic - but non-autistic people felt the need to but in and say how horrible it was to “project” onto characters with such a horrible thing.

listen, if you aren’t autistic and you’re reading this -

if an autistic person says a character is autistic, can you just shut up about it?

because if you’ve watched any amount of tv, read any amount of books, whatever - if you’ve consumed stories, there are tons of autistic characters in them.

just because neither you nor the media’s creators knows shit about autism doesn’t mean that the character can’t be autistic.

either way, it’s none of your business.

we have little to none confirmed representation that isn’t terrible and inconsiderately offensively written. 

find something better to do with your time.

[soprie]

NT Author: *Writes lovingly nuanced character who is quirky, shy, physically sensitive, socially awkward, clumsy, brilliant at a few special topics and has the capacity to grow and learn friendship and love in a nontraditional way*

NT Author: They can’t possibly be autistic!

NT Author: I’m gonna write an autistic character!

NT Author: “Doesn’t talk, rocks back and forth, loves trains”

[prismatic-bell]

Gonna say this as an author:

It is 100% okay to use the phrase “well, they are now.”

If a ton of people approach you with a character you didn’t realize you coded autistic, and they’re like “fuck yeah, autistic character!”

You can 100% say “I didn’t even realize that’s what I was doing, but you know what? Sure. With the number of people who see it, I’m not gonna say no. They’re autistic now.”

Nobody worth having around is going to be offended by that.

[harleyscompass]

For serious, as an author, if I were to write a character that people kept saying was a specific way (such as autistic) my only concern would be: what is it that makes you think they are so I can keep doing it? So if any of my fans see that in a character of mine tell me, I want to be inclusive. I just need you to tell me how.

[harleyslegend]

Hellfire Update

Hello friends!

For those of you following me for it: Hellfire has THREE new chapters.

After 2 years I’ve finally finished three new chapters and I’ve posted them on AO3.

For those interested the first of these new chapters is here: Chapter 17.

For those of you who don’t know what this is, Hellfire is the BBC Sherlock Fic I started posting four years ago, but have been working on for a good five.  It’s gay, it’s got angels, and fallen angels, and gay fallen angels, and the devil, and demons, and gay angels, and other stuff. 

Here’s the summary: In 1880 Dr. John H. Watson dies on foreign soil. The next thing he knows he's wandering the planes of Heaven. After betraying God, John is cast out, employed by the devil, and protecting a sociopath of a human with a penchant for trouble and pissing off Angels.

If you are interested in reading it, here is a link to Chapter 1: AO3 Away!

[harleyslegend]

One of my BFF’s sent me a link to a creepy pasta today, and I told her while I’m not the biggest fan of horror, I do like the occasional 2 sentence horror story.  We got to talking and I came up with a couple.  I though I would share :D

My dad got down to check for monsters under the bed.  He didn't come back up.

I was taking a shower when I heard my razor fall to the floor behind me.  When I turned to look, the razor wasn't there, but something was staring back at me from the drain.

I was at home making lunch when the daycare called, she said: 'You need to come get your son, he bit a kid and is being a terror.'  I shuddered and said 'But Sarah, you know I buried my son a week ago.'

[harleyslegend]

And here's the back of the card. I hate unused space do leaving a card back blank is hard, so here we are!

[harleyslegend]

Here's my lunar new year card for my mother. She hates Valentines day so I usually do something with her, but seeing as I'm a bit late, I thought lunar new year would be better. Plus, look at that cute ass sheep!

[harleyslegend]

Hey there friends, I know at least two of you might find this of relevance???

But I just posted three, that's right THREE new chapters to Hellfire.

The first of the three new chapters is here: Chapter 14.

For those who like gay fanfiction, BBC Sherlock, and supernatural elements but haven't read my fic, here is the first chapter: Chapter 1.

[harleyslegend]

For my Art History class, our major project was to formally analyze a piece of art between 1840 and modern era. We got extra points if we went and saw the art of our choosing in person. I chose The Assuaging of the Waters by John Martin. It is a Romantic Era painting finished in 1840 and was the third painting in a trilogy depicting the great flood that destroyed mankind in the Bible. The first three shots are of the painting, which shows the aftermath of the flood. I had some more detail shots but they didn't come out as well as I would have liked. I wasn't planning on posting these but the first photo was making my file too large so I couldn't upload my analysis paper to the class website. So I figured I'd post them here and then just give her a link. The rest of these are pictures of the outside of the museum. I'd been once before but last time I hadn't really taken any pictures of anything. So I took some pictures of the outside, because the building itself is just as amazing as the art that it holds. It was a surprisingly sunny day, and it was a lot of fun looking at all the art. Two of my friends joined me so we went for lunch after and just kind of enjoyed it rather then making it a school project. I don't own the artwork or the building that I took photographs of, but I do own the photos themselves so please don't be unkind to them. I took some other pictures of the outside, but these were my favorites and the others were more of flowers and birds (laughs). I had some more photos of different paintings as well but I kind of knew before I went into the museum that I wanted to do this painting, so most of my photos are of Martin's work. There were some marvelous other pieces and if anyone is in the San Fran area I definitely suggest you stop by the Legion because it is a beautiful building and they have some amazing pieces.

[harleyslegend]

crystallized firefly

what if one more night

breaks me down

the traitor that I am

take the declaration from me

so now it’s on you

.

what if I let you down

no one’s gonna love you

more then you know I do

you run, so I follow

take your wrath out on me

hold onto me

.

what if I die young

your familiar face

tear stained, broken

you’d never let my palms go

the world spins madly on

let me go love, like a sunset

like a prayer

.

maybe tomorrow

you will break me willingly

your fluttering firefly heart

my elaborate iron casket

but for now

my mouth will seal up

and hold tight the secrets

you already know

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Yay!  Another poem!  I did this one for that creative writing class I took last semester.  I had to dig through all the assignments because I did more work for this class that wasn't in my final portfolio project or whatever and I wanted to finish posting some poems before moving onto posting my short stories.  I really wish I had taken creative writing again this semester cause it would have been nice but the teacher that was supposedly teaching it this semester was going to be kind of eeeeeeh.  And we are allowed to take the class like three times, and I really love it so I want to be careful who I take it with.

This was one of the bigger assignment poems we had to do.  She told us to do anything we wanted for this one but it had to follow some rules or whatever, like rhythm.  But to be honest I really don't understand what the fuck rhythm is or how people get it.  What I ended up doing, cause I had no ideas what to do for it, was taking a few song titles, ripping them apart and rearranging them into sentences and then ripping those apart adding and taking out words to create my own sentences and then deconstructed it into poem format.

So this is the end result, I feel like I should have written more for it, but I feel like maybe you'll get the story it's trying to tell anyway.

Alright, well, I hope everyone enjoys, and thanks for reading!  Feel free to give me critique, I love when people do!

[harleyslegend]

Y U hurt me this way Tumblr?

You say 5, I don't know about you but my math skills tell me that there are only 3 peoples up here :c

[harleyslegend]

Hellfire Update

I know only 1 out of my three followers is actually going to be excited (hopefully) by this, but I’ve managed to complete three more chapters, they haven’t been beta’d yet and are rather short I feel, but I’ve done it. And I’ve finally figured out how I want to end the arc, whooo! I still haven’t decided on how to end the story though… But, yeeea, so there it is, hope to get my beta to beta them soon so I can get them up for you guys

[un-merle]

Le me, surfin’ the web : “Oh DeviantArt released their new Commisions portal… let’s check it out! WAIT WHAT DID I JUST SEE? Are they out of their minds?”

Lemme translate those pricing tiers for you DeviantArt.

$0.02 - $0.37

$0.38 - $1.24

$1.25 - $3.12

$3.13 -  $12.49

$12.50+

Way to encourage artists to underprice their work, DA! And I’m not even sure “underprice” is a strong enough word for that.

Oh and let’s not forget they’re taking a 20% commission on everything you “earn” (hahahaha) with their commissions widget. I wasn’t too fond of that but I thought “okay I guess you’re kinda paying for a service?”.

But this, this is just too much. See, I don’t really care about artists who choose to set low prices. It’s their decision, and I used to do it as well.

What I do care about, however, is the fact that more and more artists feel like they HAVE to underprice their work.

As if you were being greedy for wanting more than 10 dollars for a piece you worked on for several days! No, you don’t and you aren’t. Your art, your work, your prices.

But when one of the biggest art websites, one I’ve be using for 7 years, deliberately worsens the situation, then it becomes a problem.

[hedrickart]

THIS.

NEEDS

TO BE

REBLOG !

[iksumi]

O______o

[vashito]

how much do you charge for commissions? 38 cents Oh my thats too high, i was only looking to spend 37 cents…

[quesozombiemoved-blog]

this is fucking disgusting

[harleyslegend]

Don't Breath For Me

years from the day of your birth

you’ll wonder

what it must have

been like

what it must have

felt like

being held so close

to someone

that you can’t breathe on your own

that you can’t live

without the other person’s chest

rising

and falling

so that yours can

rise

and fall

too

 .

you’ll wonder

what it would be like

to be held by that person

now that you both breath on your own

you know she would never agree

any sign of affection

is a sign

of weakness

 .

but still

you wonder

as you find someone in the dark

and they hold you close

as their lips press against yours

you can feel how close their heart is

and the expanse of their chest

causes yours to retreat

but theirs

does the same when yours

pushes back

and like this

you feel

that maybe

this is what love is

breathing together

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This one was one that I wrote on my phone a while back at like 2 in the morning before going to bed.  It popped in my head and I had to write it down, I have the horrible habit of forgetting topics I want to write about if I don't write it down, something that I want to get in the habit of not doing.  I finally decided to write it out and put it up to be read.

No proofreading from other sources has been done, so if anyone wants to give me feedback I'd love it.  I want to know what I can fix or whatever, or just tell me what you think of it.  Thanks for reading and have a great day guys.

[harleyslegend]

The Little Red Scarf

It’s the sea that greets you

When you first open your eyes

The swells of glittering sand

All that exists on the earth

You stand on your tip toes

And try to see what lies beyond

The waterless waves

.

At the horizon you see the place

In which the sun exists

Where it holds the face of the earth

Where it kisses the worlds open mouth

Stretching its hands to where you are

And caresses your cheeks with its

Beckoning warmth

.

It’s endless and bright

And lonely

Yet you feel some comfort in the path

Set out by the hundreds

The thousands

The few grave markers of those

Who set out before you

.

These faces

From a long dead past

Haunt your vision

Sing you stories of lives

You will never understand

You will never meet

Or know

.

So you fly

That’s all you can do

Towards the only place that exists

Finding missing pieces of yourself

That you must have left

When you made this forgotten

Journey before

.

It’s

Just you though

.

So you call out hoping someone

Somewhere might hear

Like a bird on the wind

With no proper words

But if you listen hard enough

Someone may respond

If only just

.

You and your echo

You and your scarf

You and your solitude

You

.

The buildings that erupt

In the distance at first

Over dunes of desolate earth

Before growing from the sand itself

Surround you in decaying architecture

Where hidden creatures

Reply to your cries

.

If you hide in the shadows

Maybe they won’t see you

Won’t try and take from you

The only thing that is yours

So you press onwards

With their breath on your heels

And their eyes on your soul

.

The weight of ice on your clothes

Buckles your knees

You call out to the wind

But your voice has grown small

You collapse amongst the stone markers

Thinking that at least you won’t

Be alone

.

Something grabs you, drags you

Someone pulls you to your feet

And suddenly your strength is tenfold

Pulled from the last breathes

Of those who came before

Before you

Before time

.

Clouds part

And monsters can’t touch you

If you fly this high

The sun touches you from the place it exists

You taste it on your skin

As it holds your face

And kisses your open mouth

.

You are shooting like a star

Into the warmth in hopes

That it will tell you what it was all for

Your feet barely touch earth

As you touch it back

Holding its face in your palms

And kissing its blistering skin

.

And you two embrace like lost lovers

Having reached each other

.

At last

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Here is another poem guys, another assignment poem too that was also turned in as part of my final project, but I had a lot of fun with this one.  In Microsoft Word, this poem reaches 2 and a half pages.  The original was about 3 and a quarter pages, but the teacher helped me cut out some verses and rearrange things.

The assignment was to write a poem about a journey.

And of course the first thing I thought of was the ps3 game by Thatgamecompany, Journey.  If you've played it you know that it is a visually beautiful game, and the emotions it evokes as you play is amazing and I know I couldn't possibly capture that feeling in this poem but I wanted to try.  Because it was long and some verses didn't sound very good we cut the poem down, so it doesn't completely follow the game, but when I first wrote it I covered every major "level" (for lack of a better word) that you went through in the game.

I had a lot of fun trying to write this and I hope everyone enjoys reading this.  Have a great day everyone!

[harleyslegend]

Relative Strangers

What makes you, you

What makes me, me

The blood in our veins

May turn the same color

Whisper the same names

But not hold the same structure

-

What makes you, you

Peel back the flesh

Reveal the vessels your body makes

The tiny ladders your bones spit out

Individual walls your cells build up

The notes that your synapses sing

-

What makes me, me

Crack open the ribs

Compare the organs my body crafts

The rung of letters my arteries build

Strong barricades my lungs produce

The song that my heart might beat

-

What makes you

Encoded with the same complex cypher

Created by the same four hands yet

Coded so differently from your own kin

That science decides for us

We are unmatched, unproven

-

What makes me

So far apart a stranger

How does man know so much more

About the music of our bones

Chanted in off harmonies

Line after line after line

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Another poem I did for creative writing.  Another assignment poem too, it was actually one of our big assignments.  We did this things called high stake assignments.  They were basically creativity tests.  She was a pretty sweet teach, she'd grade based on how we displayed what we learned more then anything and she usually loved everything but still gave us constructive feedback.

The assignment for this one was to write a poem about an important event or moment or a person or an object in our lives.  I picked the moment that I learned that my older brother, who has Leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant, and I weren't matches.  I actually turned in a very different version of this poem in for the assignment, but the teacher didn't like the layout of it so I changed up a lot of it and basically rewrote it for part of my final project.  I read it more like a slam poem but hopefully it still translates well as a written poem.

Hope you like and have a good day.

[harleyslegend]

In a Hiker's Path

 In a Hikers Path

-

They lay

Half hidden

Beneath remnants

Of hollow tree branches

The neoprene edges painted

With the micro grains of volcanic ash

The vibrant colors, pink and green

Bleeding together in pastel

Creating a dull rendition

Of what might be

Called grey

-

Red

Flower petals

Blossom on a canvas

Back drop once considered

A sickly melodrama of a single shade

Previously too dark to hold paint

Its surface now fades to carry

The stench of

Color

-

Immobile

Lest they be shifted against

Their will, dragged by the clean white

Of their lace or taken hold of by their curled tongues

Stamped with blue Sharpie tips, a long forgotten

Memory of who they were

Before

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Another poem for my creative writing class.  This one was an actual assignment.  We were supposed to describe shoes in a way that made someone think of death without actually saying death.  Here is mine.  Hope you like, and I hope you all have a good day

[harleyslegend]

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