“Reading Yaoi Fanfiction”
I dedicate this page to my tumblr followers/friends! You guys totally inspired me to draw this— (it’s a TRUE STORY!) You guys are awesome!! *loves you all*
I’ve been workin on this project on and off for…a while? (The first comic looks like 2007?) More comics can be read on DrunkDuck (but I’ve somehow gotten permanently locked out of their site) so since then I’ve posted some under the Tittybar Tales tag here on tumblr.
You are my favorite person, Mo.
why can’t feminism be spread like vampirism and zombies and shit like you bite someone and they stop being a misogynistic fucktrumpet
i’m all for legitimate criticism of taylor swift but if your Significant Other decides to skip out on your birthday you have every right to passive-aggressively write a song about them being a colossal jackass
The spiked heel
Photo by Pierre Dal Corso for L’Edito Magazine #05 shoes by Louboutin
#fashion #DOROTHY WITH A BITE! #dorothy who chose to jump into the twister’s sinister rotating chaos #dorothy who watches as the water melts the witch away until she’s just a scrap of black fabric in a green steaming puddle #dorothy who presses her warm cheek against her tinman’s metal chest to listen closely for his heart #and when all she hears is creaking joints and a hollow echo she is glad #because a heartless man can do what others can’t #can be her sword without compunction to swing and snap and serve and kill #dorothy who turns a palid fairy tone of green in the light striking the emerald city’s towers #a drowned-corpse green to suit her sworn death-pact her identity as the end-bringer #and most of all to mirror the hue of the wicked witch of the west #because most stories end with the triumph of the inviolate princess over the cruel wizened queen #the curtains draw closed before we see the girl become the crone (and the cycle always comes around again) #the curtains hide the cracking mask the disillusion and the bitterness of power #but dorothy pays attention to the man behind the curtain #pays attention to the world muffled by thick velvet swaths #pays attention to herself #pays attention to her story told before her in the witch #so every click of her heels on the chipped yellow bricks is the constant tick-tock of time #and she knows this because she pays attention to the fate behind the curtain #so if her future is inevitable she will transform herself early she thinks instead of waiting for age and grief to do the trick #if her ruby slippers can bring her to her old world maybe then can bring her to a new world of her making #so she sharpens her heels into stabby thin points #she will drill iron thorns into the sides that glint as she kicks #her shoes are her greatest weapon her dearest treasure her means of mobility (walking and world-switching) #her only hope for a self-written story her only choice in her girl-to-crone journey #her symbolic self (trace in the dirt the sloppy shape of a shoe and every person in oz from winkies to witches will know who you mean) #so the slippers are hers to customize into things of her liking #she has no control over her own iconhood - they worshiped her from the time her house came hurtling down to squish the witch #and still her legend grows unaided by her or her friends - but the slippers: there is an icon she can control