#iona.txt

[princessithaca]

the sun is shining the birds are singing and julius caesar has been dead for 2069 slutty slutty years

[smallestchurchinmartinaise]

I had a dream where everyone was likening me to Jesse Pinkman and it gave me gender euphoria

[ionaillustration]

hi hi! I just wanted to pop around and say tysm if you’ve reblogged my art, commissioned me or supported me over the past weeks! I am so thankful to have such an overwhelming appreciation for my silly gay macdennis art,,, 😭

I’m currently down with pretty bad cramps but my partner is taking good care of me,, so I should be back up and running/making art/messaging back in the next couple of days,, and I’ll have a clearer update then 💕 take care!! and thank-you again!!

if you’re interested in commissioning me, I have 3 slots left (and going fast) ⭐️🩷

[princessithaca]

the way people talk about fic these days is deranged. "don't be afraid to take a chance on low hit-kudos ratio fics!", "here are the best posting times to get the most eyes on your fic!" "here's how to change the publishing date to keep it on the front page for longer!" what the hell are you people talking about. lunchtime detention effective immediately.

[princessithaca]

showing my flatmate musketeers trying not to cheer like a parent at a primary school sports day anytime there's a development in constance's character arc. harder than you'd think

[princessithaca]

i'm kind of obsessed with the lockwood and co worldbuilding, actually. like, it's such a fascinating one-step-to-the-left universe alteration. what if, right as 70s britain is careening towards an economic crisis, keynesianism is creaking, and the whole country's about to come down with the 'british disease'. what if, out of the shuttered up city high streets in london and liverpool, or the burgeoning ghost towns of the rapidly de-industrialising north, literal ghosts began to emerge? what if?

[princessithaca]

gotta hand it to the writers they really did an excellent job of communicating exactly what type of posh brat anthony j. lockwood is through his dialogue. the defense that his london townhouse is 'mortgaged to the hilt, george, i'm practically a serf! is a personal favourite, as is the description of the night watch as 'real salt of the earth types'. as if anyone other than the insufferably middle class have ever used that phrase in the history of ever. bonus points for the fact he has, naturally, never had an actual conversation with his platonic ideal of the working man. hysterical. i know like twenty of this exact same Type.

[princessithaca]

also what are we going to call this subgenre of movie that's like. screwball dark comedy satire of current teenage politics narrated by an unhinged ivy league aspirant detailing their execution of one machiavellian scheme after another which features a delightfully screwy relationship with another student with whom they begin to experience genuine connection only for halfway through the movie it to be revealed that said student is actually *more* insane than our protag and has been playing them this entire time crossed-double crossed style. cause i have two nickels and im not mad about it but it is weird that i have two