1. Dog day…why did you say when you saw your husbands picture “ he’s alive????” Did you think he was dead.
"The passage of time is worthless when you there's nothing you can count on, except pain. So I always assumed my past life, and everything in it, was already gone. Hope is a very fickle thing, down here."
@transvampweek
It's #transvampweek day 1. Here's an indecisive eternal gender nonconforming vamp with an award-winning journalist and an elder trans menace.
"Rules:
Be niceys but that's about it!
Terfs etc shall be blocked! And laughed at!
Prompts are more suggestions that anything so do whatever you want!
Tag this acc (transvampweek) with anything you make! And/or put it in "#transvampweek 2024"
^ From the prompt week's account, if you want to participate <3
Thank goodness for @thequeenofthewinter tagging me on her WIP Wednesday post, cos the fact that it's Wednesday just whooshed right over my head!
Picked up the picture I started back in November to go with my shamelessly self-indulgent story Waking Up on Solstheim. Still working on Geldis before adding detail and shadowing to Danielle.
Tagging friends to share, no pressure to share your own, but tag me if you do! @dirty-bosmer @guarmommy @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @sunny-d-anomaly @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter
Edit: this is now complete and posted on my art blog: here
The first time I ever read about seminal New York art-noise band Sonic Youth was in Creem magazine as a teenager in the early 1980s. The accompanying photo depicted the scowling musicians posed menacingly around a car with a smashed windscreen while the article singled out singer-bassist Kim Gordon as “the scariest Youth”, noting her “Germanic voice totally devoid of femininity.” Colour me instantly fascinated! Flash forward to 2024 and – long past the dissolution of both her marriage to Sonic Youth co-founder Thurston Moore and the band itself in 2011 – the now 70-year-old Gordon remains the epitome of unassailable, ineffable deadpan cool. On her challenging and confrontational new solo album entitled The Collective, that bleached, alienated voice cited by Creem four decades ago is gloriously intact. I’m still absorbing the songs (I properly listened to it for the first time at the gym on Friday night), but on “Bye Bye” she hauntingly hisses and whispers what sounds like a “to-do” list (“Buy a suitcase, pants to the cleaner / Cigarettes for Keller / Call the vet, call the groomer, call the dog sitter / Milk thistle, calcium, high-rise, boot cut, Advil, black jeans / Blue jeans, cardigan purse, passport, pajamas, silk …”) over juddering, anxious trap beats. And on “I’m a Man”, Gordon – who’s always loved a feminist diatribe – scrutinizes toxic masculinity (“Pass me a black napkin, please / Dropped out of college, don't have a degree / And I can't get a date / It's not my fault … So what if I like the big truck? Giddy up, giddy up!”). In conclusion: Kim Gordon is absolutely slaying right now and it’s a beautiful thing. Pictured: portrait of Gordon by Danielle Neu.
Daniel got his AARP member ass off that chair to literally chase a vampire around his concrete house that looks like a geometry problem because damn it his mortal clock is ticking and fuck him if he'll let these eldtrich creatures waste his time and heart again in their stupid little game like GO PEEPAW GO!!
A golden moment with Geldis, with 30-second time lapse. Just the people took over 18 hours. Don't judge me for using a game screen shot for the background! Lol