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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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so i made a bluesky, uh find me i guess lol
Could you take a Minotaur?
Yes
No
In a fight?
Yes
No
It’s gonna annoy the heck out of me that people are reblogging only the first part 🙃
「あなたがいてくれるなら、他は何もいらないよ。」 “If only you would be there for me, I don't need anything else.”
「憂鬱な絵を描こう」という企画のために描いた絵です。 I painted this picture for a project called “Let's Paint a Melancholy Picture.”
ボールペンと製図ペンと鉛筆で描きました。 I used a ballpoint pen, a drafting pen, and a pencil to draw.
有名なビアズリーのサロメからヒントを得ました。 It was inspired by that famous Salome painting by Aubrey Beardsley.
彼らは深く愛し合っているのに、決して二人では幸せになれない運命が哀れで美しく感じます。 They love each other deeply, but their fate of never being happy together is both pathetic and beautiful.
花は血の暗喩になっています。 Flowers have become a metaphor for blood.
気を付けた点は ・幼い少年の愛らしさ。 ・触手にも翼にも見えるように。 ・濃淡をコントロールする事で奥行きが感じられるように。 The points that caught my attention were 1) The young boy's loveliness. 2)Draw it so that it looks like a tentacle or a wing. 3)Control shading to create a sense of depth.
I am not in the headspace to see rich people be happy
nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? that’s fucking wild.
you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.
you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??
shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much
I love that the pandemic actually definitively proved a lot of those "hard" questions for us. Masking up reduced cases of the flu to almost nonexistent numbers and we had zero flu deaths for a time. The welfare and social service and unemployment programs helped keep people living paycheck to paycheck out of poverty, and those stimulus checks some folks keep complaining about actually massively benefitted the common man and the economy. Individual personal travel was so extremely restricted on a global scale that we basically have concrete proof that individual restraint in terms of driving cars or travelling means absolutely nothing by comparison because the mass pollution is coming from the fisheries and the corporations with private jets and container ships. Working from home actually has massive benefits for a company like productivity boosts and better mental health of employees while also saving gas
and we're just. Willingly going back to how everything was before. We were shown how to do things better and the people in charge said "that's nice but we just want to get everything 'back to normal' :)"
we’re not willingly going back to how everything was before. we are being forced back into it by members of the ruling class who found out that making things better for almost everyone else made them feel bad.
Let's not forget about any of these things. Let's reblog and schedule this post to pop in in the future to remind us of what we may have forgotten a little.
Do not forget.
Got the go ahead to post these, I drew this for the @sonicshadowzine
You can tell it's a bit old by now but I still really like what I did with it, maybe I'll redo it someday to compare haha
I only hate certain types of fic the same way I hate mosquitos and ticks. Like get these nasty little buggers away from me but also I respect their place in the ecosystem.
Me, spraying bug spray: blocked.
Listen and sometimes? To enjoy running through a beautiful field of grass and flowers (ao3) you have to tolerate the fact that bugs (fics you don’t like) are there and maybe you will even encounter one, but you can use bugspray (filtered tags) to reduce the likelihood of that. Because the alternative is not getting to experience the beautiful field of grass and flowers.
I've been trying to draw him for days, thank god it's FINALLY done.
I will respond to my asks eventually, until then have another depressing drawing.
don't eat lots of honey in one go. I don't recommend it. I feel sick.
Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.
Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.
The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.
But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.
I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.
My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"
Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."
From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.
He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.
Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.
He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.
But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.
*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)
EDIT
I was blown away by how many people have reblogged this post. I believe my grandfather would be very happy to see that he can give some hope and love to others even now.
I do not want him to stay faceless; so here is a piece of art I made for his obituary, with a slightly altered quote added now.
Dahlias were his favorite flowers. Orange ones especially. They reminded him of the home he had to flee from as a child.
Watching TikTok try and rewrite fandom history by saying fandom culture was created by teenage girls makes me eye twitch to an extent I’ve never felt it twitch before. The middle aged women printing out Spirk erotica to share with each other in the 1900s did not die for this!!!! How dare you erase our important historic moments!!! You would be nowhere without the 30 year old women who dedicated their free time to making these spaces happen. Put some respect on their names!!!!
Reblog if you've found friendship because of your fandoms.
I’ve almost certainly reblogged this before, but I’ll say it again, because it bears repeating.
As a second gen fan, I have extremely few friends I didn’t find via fandom, and those few are still fans, I just happened to find them other ways.
There were people in my generation who might have tried to mock me, saying clearly that meant I had few friends, but no, that’s very much not the case. I am known in my circles for knowing really quite a lot of people. I’m The Guy Who Knows A Guy, and that’s mostly because of fandom.
FANDOM IS COMMUNITY
So so many people who have genuinely saved my life. Some of my chosen family who live in my phone (because geography is annoying).
video games are all about meeting a little elf outside the city gates that says ‘ah… the pernicious weed!’ when you give him a healing herb and then finding yourself fifteen years later saying “ah… the pernicious weed!” to yourself in the shower