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this is something i drew at 3 AM, in which the characters featured are absolutely not based off real people or people that exist in media
i was experimenting with a new, simpler art style since i didn’t really feel like shading, and used several references. (there are also holes in places since it’s half-assed, so don’t look at it too hard)
its so cute :)
Disney has trademarked the names of a bunch of Norse gods.
This is not okay.
These gods do not belong to Disney. They do not belong to Marvel. They belong to themselves and themselves alone, along with all those who worship them as the deities they are.
Thor, Loki, Odin, etc., these gods were not thought up by anyone at Disney or Marvel.
Stan Lee knew how sacred these gods are to those who follow many different Pagan traditions, how sacred they are to Scandinavian cultures to whom they are so important.
My best friend follows the Norse gods. She will be so bloody offended when she finds out about this. These are her gods, this is her religion. These are the deities she worships, the gods she prays to, the traditions she follows. She enjoys the Marvel portrayals of these characters, but they are separate from the gods she believes in.
Disney is stepping on her religion in an effort to gain more and more money.
Stan Lee did not trademark these names. He understood their importance and their sacred meaning. He was respectful enough not to do this.
These names are not the intellectual property of anyone. Neither the original names in runes nor the anglicised names that are used in Marvel's works.
They were around well before us (a whole ass millennium before us), and they will be around well after the greedy bastards who have decided to trademark religious symbols are dust.
It should be common sense and common courtesy not to trademark the names of religious figures, which all of these gods and goddesses are, even if you do not believe in them.
mod is not christian but you would never see me trademark jesus ffs it crosses a Line
If you agree, please sign and share the petition. If you can, please chip in to get this petition everywhere it can possibly go.
It is f**king disgusting that Disney is doing this.
It needs to stop.
Stop Disney Trademarking The Names of Norse Gods
Oh, and one more thing.
FUCK DISNEY.
i want to throw up ive included a bunch of tags trying to get the norse pagans attention bc im sure they'll want in on this if u have an in with the norse paganism community on tumblr pls do tag everyone u can
im wondering now if they've done this to the greek gods too ughh that would show even more of a disregard for other people's religious views and past people's religious views ughhhh ok imma go look at the toilet bowl for a bit 😅pls sign it'd mean the world to me
Boost and sign
pls do it disney is so mean
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lesbian and autistic perhaps?
an autistic pan or bisexual?
asexual and autistic?
trans or non binary and autistic?
any autistic member of the LGBTQ+ community?
well guess what...
you're fucken great and I love you
Repost if your account is LGBTQ+ & autistic-friendly
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so originally this blog was just gonna be poetry stuff but thats kind of boring. so now this blog is gonna be whatever i want it to be (probably she ra, les mis, art, and stuff about the lgbtqia+ community but idk), and all my poetry is going to be on @peachtreesandpoetry
so if you follow me for my poetry go follow me there instead
also have a good day :)
HAPPY BARRICADE DAY
a toast
(an enjoltaire poem mostly about grantaire)
an ode / to you / the man who is hollow / and empty and dark and broken / to you / the cynic / whose beliefs were shattered / like broken bottles on the road / and sometimes the shards / still / cut.
an ode / to you / the man who lets liquor burn the back of his throat / in hopes that it will set him aflame again / in hopes that it will make him / bright and warm and vibrant and alive / and for a second / it does.
an ode / to you / the man who is attached to the feeling / of fiery wine / staining his bones and burning his veins / leaving scorch marks on his self-esteem / and burning away his heart / to you / the man who / could not put the bottle down / because he likes the way / the flaming drink / burns.
and for a moment / you are on fire / for a moment / you are bright and beautiful / warm and vibrant / alive / but only for a moment / because the burning drink sputters out / and you are darker than before / covered in black soot.
an ode / to you / the man who could not burn enough / who needed more than just crimson flames of wine / who needed the man of fire / the man who burned so bright / he blinded you /
(love is blind, isn’t it?) / he bleached you and blanched you / and he was fire and he burned / flames of passion so bright / that he set you on fire / you didn’t believe in much / but, oh, you believed in him /
around him, you burned bright / burned warm / vibrant and alive / he set you aflame / in a way that fiery liquor never could.
an ode / to you / the man who needed that his fire so much / you burned up for him / burned up with him / the smoke escaped the barrel of the guns / and the fire-hot bullets / they rained / (a little fall of rain) / rained / extinguishing your fire / and his.
an ode / to you / Grantaire / for your darkness and your flames /for your cynicism and your love / for your realness.
an ode, no, a toast to you.
-rohan
HAPPY BARRICADE DAY
here is the poem i wrote for barricade day. i’m also gonna post some other les mis poems and art that i’ve done in the past year but never posted. so get ready for that
bare your teeth / there’s blood and salt on the streets / spill your bottles / break the glass / and let it burn / like the world / moved by / schoolboys who know / right from wrong / facing fear with flying flags / they sing their songs / and stand their ground / on the streets they call home / they do not forget / the bones / and bits of glass / that crunch beneath their feet / like broken dreams / they fought for them / they fought with them / and although they went down / they didn’t give up
-rohan
HAPPY BARRICADE DAY
My Bird-Bone Body
I write the title, you write the poem! Reblog with your piece :D
taking to the sky does no good
when the pressure of the air on your wings
breaks them.
teach me how to fly without falling
how to have a heartbeat without bruising
how to let the wind graze my feathers without slicing.
if i beat my wings against the sky
will the great blue have mercy?
or will it snap back like a rubber band
and fling me to the ground?
is it possible to flap my wings too hard?
will they break if i fly against the wind
instead of with it?
when my feathers fall out
does that mean i’m falling apart
or are the pieces falling together?
teach me how to fly
-rohan paul
yellow
the train whirs past the world
uncaring for the wildflowers
it blurs together into a yellow
paint splotch on a canvas
one i can’t pluck from the earth
too watery to hold in my hands
the yellow paint slips through my fingers
in a way that flowers never do.
i wish the train would stop
so i could make a flower crown
so full of yellow petals
it might as well be made of gold.
but the train speeds away
from every patch of sunshine
growing from the ground.
people say the destination is what matters
that once i leave my train car it’ll all be better.
but what’s the point of a trip
if it’s not enjoyed?
why leave just to arrive?
why live without loving?
so i write love poems about
the yellow weeds untouched
on the side of the tracks
and i whisper them to the world
because i am scared to make noise
when the train is so quiet.
and looking at the dandelions
growing glowing unnoticed
i think maybe it is enough
to love quietly.
-rohan paul
spin me a story
spin me a story
weave me the thread of a tale untold
sew the frilled hem onto history
embroider endings into every epic
and stitch your favorite fable into my skin
a tattoo of thread twisted amongst my limbs
a tale etched into my soul
so spin me a story
braid it into my brain
knit me a wives’ tale
that i can wrap round my neck
knot me a myth
i can wear on my wrist
twisted like a laurel wreath
a reminder of the ending
so spin me a story
-rohan paul
nothing night
dusk sits heavily into its rocking chair
and sways back and forth on the horizon
as the sunset fades
and the stars are sprinkled into the darkness.
inside, the lights are warm
and we are warmer
wrapped up in blankets and each other
sitting on the couch
letting warm buttered popcorn melt on our tongues
like sunshine melts into sunset.
soon the stars will flicker like candles
and burn out
but for now
we are content with our lamps and our popcorn
our blankets and ourselves
under the starry night
-rohan paul
pancakes
morning sits in the sky, a feather of light,
and in the kitchen, heat dances above a frying pan,
white batter waits patiently in our smallest metal bowl.
i drip it into the pan,
the sweet scent of pancakes rises,
flip,
golden.
perfect pancakes pile up on a plate,
fluffy and soft, edible clouds.
i always thought if clouds had a taste,
it would be ice cream,
but perhaps clouds taste like the sunshine soaked cakes,
we’re eating with our hands.
the beautifully browned breakfast,
we share.
why can’t we eat pancakes together every day?
-rohan paul
when the sun rises
when sunlight crystallizes on the horizon
and shimmers in the jewels of dew that glitter the grass
like shards of glass glinting tauntingly, begging to slice
when the diamond-bright sunshine cuts through the cracks in the curtains
and settles like red rubies behind my eyelids,
whispering golden light into my dreams
when the sun shines through the morning darkness
lighting it up, reflecting off every surface
shimmering garnets, glowing gold
stained glass shattering to let sunlight through
when the sun rises
I think of you
when dawn flowers over the land
and the sun blossoms pink and sweet in the sky
with its golden polished pollen center
when the colored clouds, soft as petals, dart about as bees
letting their honeyed sunlight, sweet as white roses, drip
onto the world as it opens its eyes
when morning spreads across the sky as pollen on the wind
and sunlight falls like escaped petals into cupped hands
when the sun rises
I think of you
when morning stretches its wings and takes to the sky
the tips of its bright golden feathers
tickling cheeks and teasing open eyelids, taunting the world awake
when the birds sing along
raising their wings and voices to the soft-feathered sky
to fly alongside the morning sun in its travels
when the feathers in my pillow flutter
and lift the sleep from my eyes and lift my head from its nest
and lift off to join winged dawn
when the sun rises
I think of you
when the sun rises
I think of you
-rohan paul