y'know what we don't talk about enough? Hazel died. We talk about how she grew up in the 30's and 40's and we talk about how out of place she feels in the modern world, but! She died! She was dead! She has spent more time dead than alive, and not by a close margin!
How does that effect a person??? We got some of it in the flashbacks, but once those caught up with her present timeline and she shared them, they just kind of... disappeared. And she was a regular girl with some weird past experiences. That's one way of doing it, sure!
I think it would have been a lot cooler if she was just a touch creepier. If she felt a little bit Wrong. Yeah, in general she's more approachable than her brother, she's more sociable and less closed off, but. If you actually spend any time with her, it can be difficult to tell which child of the underworld is actually more unsettling.
Hazel is bright of personality and has a dazzling smile, but sometimes she'll just... shut down. She'll go completely blank for like half an hour and nobody knows what to do with it. Sometimes she forgets she's alive. Sometimes she'll spout the grimmest shit you've ever heard like it's nothing, she won't even notice it's weird until the room goes quiet. She spent decades in Asphodel, which is designed to make people forget about themselves and wander around for eternity, only she didn't have the luxury of forgetting! Wild! After she comes back to life, sometimes she forgets that she's allowed to Do Stuff now. She can spend so long sitting and staring at nothing. Sometimes she'll start crying on cloudless days because it hits her again that she can actually feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and she can hear birdsong. Every little mundane experience is a blessing and she will make you remember that in the most foreboding way possible.
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Y'know someone's probably waxed poetic about this already but it's on my mind so I'm gonna do it again.
When it comes to encouraging people to learn about native plants and habitat and involving themselves and their yards in the wider ecosystem, you gotta meet them where they're at.
And maybe that means they won't go as far into it as you are or would like them to in your wildest dreams. But even small steps count towards the bigger picture and I think we need to appreciate that more.
An example from my own life is my mom and the current gardening project we're working on. We're planning out the garden beds in the front of the yard by the mailbox--my mom's previous plantings for the most part haven't worked out, so I'm taking a crack at it.
I'm a pollinator gardening enthusiast who cares more about attracting as many butterflies bees and hummingbirds as possible than keeping things 'neat' and 'tidy'. However, not only do we live in an HOA neighborhood (though not as intense as some other stories I've heard), but I know my mother--an interior designer who has a deeply vested care for making sure the exterior of the house looks as Nice as possible.
We're still getting a pollinator garden in the front though. How? I'm meeting her where she's at, I'm making some concessions, she's making some concessions, but ultimately we're making something that works for the both of us. She doesn't want the plants too tall and messy? We'll trim them back in fall and winter--the insects can use the backyard garden to nest in. She doesn't want things too wild and bushy and weedy? We'll add a nice mulch to the beds, keep things a bit spaced out until they grow in to their larger sizes. She doesn't know the latin names for the plants I'm asking for, let alone how to pronounce them to ask for them at a garden center? That's fine, I don't know the Latin names for most things anyways, let's just use common names.
Does she care that the garden will attract butterflies and hummingbirds? Not intrinsically--she sees it as more of a bonus, if anything. She just cares about what color everything will be and if it'll be easy to maintain. The fact that they're native plants barely registers as a plus side to her. And honestly? That is fine.
If I approached this problem with a hardheaded attitude on how I wanted it to be just as wild and free as my backyard garden? There wouldn't be any native plants in the front beds. It's not like I didn't teach my mom things, but I didn't lecture her like she was lesser just for not knowing or caring as much about native gardening as I do. And that, ultimately, made her more open to the idea than she would've been if I looked down on her like I've seen too many people do to others.
Not everyone is going to develop a deeply seated care about native plants and Latin names and I don't think it's reasonable to expect that. Meet people where they're at and you just might get a lot more done. Meet people where they're at and you just might find they'll get excited enough to learn more--but if they don't want to learn more, that is fine.
We can't expect everyone on the globe to suddenly become plant experts rattling off Latin names left and right and professionally ID'ing native and invasive plants. In the same way we wouldn't expect everyone to suddenly learn the ins and outs of learning code, or how to synthesize medicines, or how to properly build a house. And that is fine. Because we can lean on those who do know when these things come up.
I lost track of where this was going but. Y'know????
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Man, I want a series-finale AU where Jon just lies his ass off about what happened to Daenerys. Like, the final dragon torched the Iron Throne and then flew off with her corpse. There is NO BODY and NO DRAGON.
He could just. Lie. He could just lie and say Dany, who recently torched the entire city, torched the throne too and then took off flying to destress.
Jon may or may not be able to get away with claiming she left him in charge and calm her remaining forces down. But there's no reason to tell anybody he killed her yet! Just lie, Jon!
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I am slowly but surely still working on this redraw. Lol.
SO many flowers. X_X
I've been a bit stressed lately. Just residual stuff from grief and complicated emotions from the beginning of this year kinda hitting its second wind. Also my clipstudio decided randomly to undo ALL of the organization I spent like 2 hours doing to my brushes and I got mad so I haven't drawn much at home. And my work has been busy because it's the end of the fiscal year so I haven't had enough time there to draw much of anything other than my ghosties (that I'm posting on @boos-day).
BUT the end of the fiscal is done and I'm slowly getting back to.. mmm well as close to normal as I'm gonna get for a while yet (healing is a process yo!) so I'm gonna try to draw some more again soon. <3
ANYWAY yeah. Here's a WIP that I'm
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What is your OC's love language?
I was tagged by @natesofrellis @socially-awkward-skeleton @echo3-1 and @purplehairsecretlair to do this really interesting uquiz! Thank you for the tags, beloveds 💙
sending out tags to; @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @poisonedtruth @hoesephseed @thomrainer @confidentandgood @aceghosts @indorilnerevarine @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @strangefable @ghastlyrider @noetikat @jackiesarch @jacobseed @leviiackrman @shadowglens @shellibisshe and you!
a story that ends in blood
The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.
consumption of a heart unloved
Here’s a dining table, here’s a set of plates. Here’s your heart, red and bursting with love. You have tried to love people all your life, but no one seems to understand you. Your own mother perhaps forgot to teach you how to protect yourself, maybe people whom you trusted chose to look the other way when all you wanted was a hand full of love. All you want is someone to take from you, all you want is someone to dig in your heart and eat it and kiss you afterwards - bloody and red. You want them to tell you that you are what they have been looking for, you want to be the one who ends their hunger.
an undoing influence
Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.
violent devotion
Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?
a knife called grief
You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.
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WIP Wednesday (on a Friday)
Yes, I’m two days late but anyways!
Tagged by @turtlemurmurs thank you very much <3
I feel like I have too many WIPs BUT I can share one panel of the next comic page hehehe
THINGS are happening owo” I also really like the expressions here xD
Bonus: A doodle of Tristan I recently made. One of my first ideas when redesigning him was, that he’s half latino/bilingual and can speak spanish. (now I wish I could too xD) He was born and raised in Germany but still learned the language from his mother.
Bonus bonus: since Spiderverse consumed my brain for like over a week, here’s also a little Pavitr sketch (I love him and his pretty hair! uwu)
I also started a few more Spiderverse sketches but they are very very rough... xD Now they have to wait until Art Fight is over oof
Tagging: @thenotsolittlelady (If you want to of course!) and anyone who feels like to share their WIP :3
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Friends and Fam, Theydies and Gentlethems,
Let me preface this by saying, I don’t give a fuck about someone’s command of English when it isn’t impacting me on a professional level/capacity. The fact that you don’t have that fluency in English means that you’re probably fluent in one or more other languages and I think that’s mad dope.
BUT. When it’s my job to edit your work for a publication aimed at native English speakers where it’s literally your job to write in English and for which, you put your fluency in English as native/professional? Yeah, sorry sis, I’m holding you to the standards you advertised yourself to be.
My fam, you ever come across someone who,
a) insists that they’re self-diagnosed “empaths” and “sensitive to the moods and emotions of those around them”
b) tells you on your first meeting that they’re depressed and on meds and the meds will “make their minds a bit foggy” but when you, as someone who is clinically diagnosed with depression and was on meds asks what meds they’re on, they just give you a blank look when you list out some very common med names (Diazepam, Prozac, etc.) and say that they don’t know what meds they are on
[i recognise that no one owes anyone any personal and private info they don’t wanna give but this was just suspicious as fuck because wow, they were the ones who kept going on and on about how they are working on their mental health and the whole thing that goes with that and it really felt like they were trying to get me to sympathise with them and fawn over their asses]
c) in a professional setting, tells you repeatedly that your feedback on their work made their mental health turn for the worse - putting the onus of their own mental wellbeing on you - when you yourself has to take two days out of a five day work week just to edit and oversee their work on top of doing your own work and they knew the workload that was expected of them and the requirements for the job
[and their go-to reasoning for why they fail to perform is that their “mental health wasn’t too good and therefore the words written came out weird” and how when you point out that they’re taking your feedback too literally instead of as the professional feedback as they are meant to be taken as. See below for examples of their writing.]
-exhibit A (an unedited sample)-
-exhibit B (purple is my feedback; please share in my misery)-
-exhibit C-
d) obviously does not respect you as a colleague and a senior co-worker who repeatedly just tries to help them improve their writing, to which they take as a personal affront because it is clear from day one that they had been expecting you to pass their work just because they write fan fiction and you know that
e) is very very blatant about how they are very very proud of their “command” of the English language when, see the exhibits above, they obviously don’t have the command (sarcasm) that they think they do and refuses to gracefully accept your guidance in trying to get them to improve
Fam, those are fucking red flags, the house is burning, you’re dealing with a green tea bitch who has a barely tucked away white lotus in them. Run. Run the fuck far, run the fuck fast.
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