I’ve been thinking: There are not nearly enough trans fics out there. Seriously. They’re few and far between, and they’re not always even relatable for all of us trans folk in fandom.
So here’s what I think should maybe happen: A tumblr-wide fanfic challenge, sometime early next year. Initially, I was thinking BBC Sherlock, because that’s my main fandom and what I mostly read, but I think it would honestly be really cool to make it a huge thing and open it up to all fandoms.
But here’s the thing: I cannot in any way, shape, or form make such a thing happen on my own. I’d need help figuring out guidelines, spreading the word, letting folks in other fandoms know, answering questions, gorganising the blog, and sorting submissions/entries when the time comes. Since this is my brainchild, and I’m kind of a control freak sometimes, I’d kinda like to have the last say on stuff, but I definitely need a number of people willing to help out. For hopefully obvious reasons, I’d prefer my helpers/co-mods be trans folk of some flavour or another, though I’d be okay with one or two cis folks who are really good with trans stuff. In terms of entries, I’m definitely okay with cis people submitting to the challenge, as long as they’re willing to research and educate themselves on how to accurately portray being trans.
So, yeah. Anyone interested?
Interested folks so far include oldamongdreams.
This is a thing I’d be interested in getting involved with.
I don’t think I could work on this without being … not triggered, but made very uncomfortable. But it is an awesome idea and this is my signal boost.
ohno I read a bunch of fanfics and then drew kees
I dunno I like to think of myself as bilingual
DID YOU MOTHERFUCKERS REALLY THINK YOU WERE DONE WITH ME? I THINK NOT. THAT’S RIGHT IT’S THE SUGAR SCRUB CHICK BACK WITH ANOTHER FUCKING TUTORIAL. YOU BITCHES HAVE BEEN ASKING ME FOR AGES TO MAKE ANOTHER ONE OF THESE FUCKING POSTS AND IT’S FUCKING LATE SO HERE YOU GO FUCKERS WE GON LEARN SOME SHIT SO SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET
SO WE ALL WANT LIPS RED AS THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN RIGHT AND WHO DOESN’T FUCKING LIKE ARTS AND CRAFTS AND I DON’T EVEN NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND LIPSTICK FOR FUCKING COSPLAY SO BEHOLD THE HUMBLE CRAYON YOU LITTLE SHITS
GET A CRAYON. AND NOT JUST ANY CRAYON A FUCKING CRAYOLA CRAYON DON’T EVEN TRY WITH THAT ROSEART SHIT BECAUSE I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND RIP OUT YOUR UVULA. IF YOU WANNA GET REALLY ARTSY WHIP OUT ONE OF THESE BAD BOYS
AND BREAK UP SOME CRAYONS TO GET THE PERFECT SHADE OF BLUE GREEN FOR THAT BADASS COSPLAY YOU’VE GOT PICKED OUT BUT MARK MY WORDS NO MORE THAN ONE FUCKING CRAYON’S WORTH OF BITS BETTER GO INTO THIS FUCKING BOWL.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, YOU NEED SOME OTHER FUCKING SHIT IN THERE SO GO GET SOME OIL. THE GOOD STUFF. I’M TALKING EVOO BITCHES THE VIRGINAL BLOOD OF THE MOST TENDER OLIVES IN ALL THE LAND. SQUEEZE SOME OF THAT HEAVENLY LUBRICANT INTO YOUR BOWL, ABOUT 1/2 A TEASPOON, THAT’LL DO PIG, THAT’LL DO. NOW GO FIND SOME SHEA BUTTER OR COCONUT OIL AND GLOP ABOUT 1/2 A TEASPOON OF THAT IN YOUR BOWL. NOW GO TO YOUR MAGICAL CABINET OF WONDERS AND FIND SOME NICE SMELLING SHIT. COULD BE VANILLA EXTRACT. COULD BE LAVENDER OIL. I DON’T KNOW BRO WHATEVER YOU THINK SMELLS LIKE THE SILKY UNDERBELLY OF A NEWBORN UNICORN(important note make sure you use a FOOD SAFE oil if it doesn’t say it’s food safe/food grade don’t use it!) GRASP THE BOTTLE FIRMLY, SCREAM LIKE A VICTORIOUS PTERODACTYL, AND DROP 1-4 DROPS OF THAT SWEET SMELLING LIQUID IN THERE.
I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS RIGHT THERE BECAUSE IT IS THE HEATING VESSEL FOR YOUR GLORIOUS LIPSTICK THAT’S RIGHT LIKE A VIKING WARLORD YOU ARE GOING TO USE A DOUBLE BOILER. SO GET A SAUCEPAN AND HEAT SOME WATER, THEN PLOP THAT SWEET SMELLING BOWL OF OIL AND WAX ON TOP OF THAT STEAMY WATER LIKE THE COLLISION OF YOUR OTP IN A BAD FANFIC OH YEAH. STIR THAT SHIT UNTIL EVERYTHING IS MELTY AND SMOOTH YOU DON’T WANT TO RUIN YOUR SPOONS SO I USE A DISPOSABLE CHOPSTICK FUCK YEAH RECYCLING NOW ONCE THAT SHIT IS SOFT LIKE THE SUPPLE SKIN OF YOUR HEAVENLY BOOTY, YOU NEED SOMETHING TO POUR IT INTO
WELL DAMN GOOD THING YOU PICKED UP SOME CONTACT CASES LAST TIME YOU WERE AT THE STORE OR MAYBE YOU HAVE SOME EMPTY CHAPSTICK TUBES OR JUST SOME SMALL TUPPERWARE I DON’T KNOW BUT GOSH YOU ARE SO RESOURCEFUL AND PRETTY YOU DESERVE NICE LIPSTICK LIKE THIS ALSO TAKE SOME TIME FOR YOU THIS WEEKEND AND NEVER FORGET HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
I’M GLAD WE HAD THAT MOMENT TOGETHER NOW BECAUSE NOTHING IS MORE METAL THAN SAFETY, TAKE A THICK HAND TOWEL OR AN OVEN MITT OR SOMETHING AND GRIP THAT BOWL OF COLORFUL GOOP AND POUR GENTLY INTO THAT RECEPTACLE YOU PROCURED. YOU WILL PROBABLY SPILL SOME BUT THAT’S OKAY YOU’RE ONLY HUMAN. POP THAT SHIT IN THE FRIDGE BECAUSE YOU’RE AN IMPATIENT MOTHERFUCKER AND YOU WANT YOUR LIPSTICK NOW GODDAMMIT AND ONCE IT HARDENS SLATHER THAT CREAMY GOODNESS ON THICK, SLIDE ON SOME SUNGLASSES, AND HEAD INTO BATTLE TO DESTROY THE PATRIARCHY CLASS DISMISSED MOTHERFUCKERS
I don’t even DO cosplay, but this is too magnificent not to share.
Nothing is more metal than safety. XD
Siss boom bah
Rah rah rah!
Note: This blog post is set in an alternate universe written in character (though not as any specific character), and refers to context that does not exist. The canon is “His Dark Materials”, though I’m only borrowing the concept of daemons. The photographs I used have been cribbed from other sources and may be found with as much sourcing information as I have, elsewhere on my tumblr under the tag “human animal”.
I want to talk about women and daemons. Specifically, have you noticed you see a lot of the former without the latter? It’s subtler than just cutting off models’ heads, which is a topic for another day. Sometimes there are legitimate artistic reasons not to put a daemon in frame, for a male or female model. If you’re cosplaying a character with a specific species - especially if it’s relevant to the visual design - you might as well have your real daemon operate the camera while you carry a mockup that won’t fool anybody but will serve for a costume:
And while I don’t think this photograph would have been ruined with another face poking out of the flowers, I can understand preferring the visual simplicity of hiding the model’s daemon:
But if you open any magazine, look at the ads. Count the women, count their daemons. Sometimes the shots are close enough that they can just be cropped out of frame. Sometimes they have to be hidden more inventively - have you seen that car commercial with the three indistinguishable women? Those actresses don’t have indistinguishable daemons; you’d never mistake one of them for the others on the street. Their souls were tucked under the seat and inside the glovebox and behind the green screen. The part of these actresses that are saleable - that men are invited to think about possessing, touching, let’s not fool ourselves that auto manufacturers are catering to queer women now - is commodified and visible, showing plenty of skin, but not hide nor hair of personality. So little of their self is allowed into the footage that you’d almost think they were zombies without daemons at all.
When daemons do appear it’s usually because they can contribute to the visual design in some way, or because they suggest stereotypically feminine traits. Birds with appealing plumage in makeup ads, as long as they cooperate with the color scheme. Lingerie models with docile rabbits at their feet (posed opposite pages of men in boxers, accompanied by malamutes, cobras, and eagles - problematic in its own way, but that’s a topic for another post). Jewelry advertised by waifs with delicate butterflies clinging to their hair. I don’t mean to criticize those models themselves - any feminism worth its salt has plenty of room for rabbits and butterflies. But it adds up into a pervasive message; young girls who’ve found that their inmost selves are bobcats and salamanders and vultures will find no reflection of themselves in a world of media that considers them feminine only insofar as their souls advertise fragility, vulnerability, decorativeness.
It’s not enough that the media tells us we need to have sculpted eyebrows and flawless skin and zero percent body fat; you could do all that, happen to have your daemon settle into a toad, and still be counted as ugly, with your toad shooed out of frame or disqualifying you entirely. Have you been near a high school lately? Girls whose daemons have settled into “unattractive” shapes make the most heartbreaking wistful remarks about separation, even intercision, they’re so desperate to be beautiful and to push away a part of themselves they see as beyond cosmetic rescue. Girls who were happy and popular when they were younger can see their social status crumble overnight if their souls stop changing and suddenly reflect “unappealing” traits. I have heard children as young as six arguing with their daemons, telling them they must be hummingbirds or at least inoffensive housecats when they grow up, lest the two of them jointly be seen this way.
It extends even to cinema and television, which ostensibly have purposes beyond aesthetics and sale, which purport to tell stories - and it’s most noticeable in movie adaptations of books. While literature has a long way to go, there have been an encouraging number of YA heroines hitting the shelves in recent years, with a wide variety of daemons, many of whom even have plot importance in their canonical shapes. Casting live-action films with this in mind is a perpetual problem, but it’s not just a matter of casting the best actress for a role. Permissible daemon species are mentioned in casting calls, and sometimes these expressly exclude the character’s book version’s daemon - a transformation that is almost never applied to male characters on purpose. Animated films, which don’t have to limit themselves to available actors, are nearly as bad under the defense of “creative liberties”. Yes, Hollywood, if you tell us enough times of course we’ll believe that you’ve put out an entire canon of cartoon characters whose daemons just coincidentally happen to match every stereotype - both sexist and racist - that one might care to name.
Even after having exercised this control over what daemons will and will not appear alongside their female characters, creators still wind up with women’s and girls’ daemons offscreen during as many as a third of their humans’ minutes of screentime. This discrepancy doesn’t occur with male characters - if they appear without their daemons immediately visible some of the time, the reverse occurs too; their daemons have their own agency and role to play and are almost twice as likely to be canonically named as a female character’s daemon. The problematic ratio is exacerbated in the disproportionately small set of cases where a woman’s daemon is female; even this vague, statistically imaginary whiff of queerness, of nonstandard sexuality, is so taboo that it requires an extra layer of hiding.
Is this syndrome universal? Of course not. There are still beautiful pieces of art like this one:
But unfortunately, this is the exception, not the rule.
This essay is getting handwritten, because I refuse to use my right hand for the next twenty-four hours. Ow,
Medieval History and Literature, Harvard College
Chemistry, Brown University
Featuring: Jesse Williams,Sendhil Ramamurthy, John Cho, Ken Watanabe, Danny Glover, Javier Bardem, Rinko Kikuchi, and Aneurin Barnard
I SAW JOHN CHO AND RINKO KIKUCHI AND I WAS SOLD
Oh this is the coolest.
public service announcement: raw scrambled eggs look a lot like orange juice and putting them in identical mugs is a bad idea.
(or, Double Chocolate Courvoisier Torte with Brandied Buttercream Filling and Two Icings [Brandied Nutella Frosting and Cream Cheese & White Chocolate Ganache Glaze])
In greywash’s the sensation of falling as you just hit sleep, there’s a passing reference to “a careful two slices of…
Reblogging to announce that my friend and I made this over the summer and it was delicious. It took four and a half hours to make and we were slightly tipsy from drinking cognac in addition to putting it in the cake, and afterwards we went to watch a very silly production of The Three Musketeers. I’d call it a bonding experience even if the cake had turned out iffy, which it did not.
That is a comment about Fraser in bed if I ever heard one.
Challenge to myself: compose a fanmix for Amy Pond that revolves around her as a character and not around her relationship to either the Doctor or Rory. Here’s to Amy the history geek who is fiercely protective of her the family she made for herself, with four psychiatrists and dress-up games and crafts littering her bedroom.
cover art generously donated by no-literally
1. Haunted - Radical Face
2. Freak - Urban Cone
3. Nursery Rhyme of Innocence and Experience - Natalie Merchant
4. Live It Out - Metric
5. Brictom - Eluveitie
6. Fast As I Can - Great Big Sea
7. Houdini - Foster the People
8. He Doesn’t Know Why (Fleet Foxes Cover) - jessicafan6
9. Black Eyes - Radical Face
10. Twilight Galaxy - Metric
11. Girls Like You - The Naked and Famous
I’ll be honest, I totally forgot that I had these sitting in the queue. On the other hand, I made a bunch of edits and I like this version a lot better than the original tracklist.
Despite the uncertainty in the months leading up to his birth, which often drove his father half-mad with fear, it was soon apparent that the boy would take after his mother. As he grew up in his grandmother’s house, visitors would often coo at the bright hair and strange noises, reminiscing about his mother, proclaiming it was Dora’s influence that led him to trip over the feet he was still growing into and simultaneously growing out of (depending on his mood). Teddy sometimes wondered whether all he had inherited from his father was his surname.
On the eve of the full moon, however, the colour of his eyes inexorably, irresistibly shifts to a rich amber-yellow. It isn’t until the moon begins to wane that this grip on his abilities lessens and allows him some control once more.
His godfather (the only one of Remus’s old friends to notice this small quirk) delights in remarking upon these occasions, “You have your father’s eyes.”
(All credit to the excellent kobayboshi for this clever, poignant, and emotionally rewarding parallel, wonderful for all its brevity. Thank you, kobayboshi!♥)