not quite sure if its cannon whether or not ethel cain (the character) was a cheerleader but I love the uniform hayden wears in the American teenager mv and wanted to draw her in a theoretical late 80s American small town cheer squad. Maybe this counts as an au, not quite sure. as a non-american, cheerleading has always felt very alien to me. the idea that you guys actually have girls who jump around with pom poms before football games is very sweet. very highly based on this photo posted by Kimberly booth. no, I don't know her, I just found it on Pinterest and thought the faded-film vibe fit my vision lol
Loud wire is about to get chewn out by me for the number of ads on their page, basically making this article unreadable, but here:
To save us all time (and avoid being advertised to):
The crypto posts were because his account got hacked, much like Metallica's last summer. He's basically fed up with this bullshit and is leaving Twitter.
I'd also be inclined to believe this was the final straw after the nazi salute, which the salute should've been the final straw in the first place, but that's just a theory so take it with a grain of salt.
Happy The Crux day to all who celebrate!!!!
ended up giving up on the colour palette thing (as I always do) and decided to go with something completely different. Also got too confident with the shading thing, I can't quite do two-source light properly yet.
how does one develop discipline in the first place. it seems like discipline requires initial discipline to develop. it's a paradox.
I love the secret relationship fics where people find out Steve and Eddie have already been dating preseason 4. The “Wayne and Eddie are Steve’s emergency contact” is gold.
I mean Wayne does like to take in strays.
“Your parents mistreat you? Now your new home is my trailer.”
It’s a like a child kidnapping, but with willing almost adults whose parents don’t care for them.
Corroded Coffin front man, Eddie Munson, interviewed on MTV’s Headbangers Ball - 1992
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As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.
I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.
Wrote this in an ice cream shop
all the ao3 posts are me just doing important mod stuff, dw about it
The thing about those greentext stories from 4chan is that you've got to approach them with the assumption that the first person narrator telling the story is more or less a villain protagonist. This person turning out to be a good, wholesome person, or having their experiences change them into a better person, is a pleasant surprise, not something you should expect by default.
Whether this story they're telling is a work of pure fiction, or a harrowing tale shared as an anonymous confession of one's sins, it's safe to assume that it was written by a sad, strange little man with several things wrong with him.
Like I recall stumbling upon one where OP starts his post by saying that his favourite things in life are smoking meth and jacking off to gay porn. He's also gay when he is not on meth but anyway that's how he rolls. So he's in the middle of a completely normal afternoon, 10 hours in on a porn-and-amphetamine binge, when he suddenly regains self-awareness and finds himself jerking it to fat transgender femboys on tumblr.
So he steps back to consider the situation, and comes to realise that either he has to reassess his perception of himself, or his perception of the world around him, and that he would rather completely shrug off his previous perceptions of transgender identities and accept that trans men are men, than spend even one minute doing any kind of introspection of himself or his own thoughts and feelings.
Content with this, he carries on with frantically beating his meat to someone's fat tits.