Okay i learned recently that this has no CG in it so the fact that this is all 2d drawn shit is fucking mind-blowing what even was the Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 series.
Meet Rose Granger-Weasley – Chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
So! Here is my attempt at painting the lovely Rosie as what I, personally, see her to be.
Don’t mind the Nimbus 2019. Im really bad at math so I horribly calculated an estimation as to what year her broom would probably be.. even though it is most definately, probably, wrong.. Considering I didnt factor in the 4 years and…. too much math. I tried. 🙂
Prints of this here! (x) Use code JOUST20 to get 20% off
whoah, whoah, whoah.
God, people have talent
Hey everyone, this is my new account after the original got deleted. so if you cant find me on the original link, here is the new one.
“You just like She-Ra because it’s gay and body diverse and all women!”
Yup. I do. And here’s why:
I don’t have to watch every character get trimmed down to fit into some feminine archetype or another. I don’t have to watch their relationships get pruned, rewritten, carefully tiptoed around lest they come off as gay. Without homophobia and sexism as a perpetual critical eye, carving and rearranging and judging, always judging, always eager to box and to correct and to exclude, characters and art have room to breathe and innovate.
Catra and Adora’s relationship would not be so rich if not for its ability to evolve and grow beyond typical the typical barriers assigned to two girls, to let romantic subtext happen because they don’t need to hide it or queerbait or make it one of a handful of specific gay tropes. The Best Friends Squad would not be so well knit if there was an executive looking over and saying “Glimmer can be affectionate but not that much” or “We need more emphasis on Bow just being a friend”. When Glimmer cuddles with Adora in the pool or holds her gently, I don’t see the crushing silence of those girls in high school, the reminder that this was going to be completely platonic or else, that box that must be maintained. I just see two people, expressing affection, and letting the chips fall where they may because it’s okay where they end up.
The queerness and diversity of She-Ra is not a checklist, it’s a liberation. It’s freedom from all the tired old tropes and assumptions assigned to women’s personalities, aesthetics, and relationships both in media and out. It’s growth, it’s subversion, whatever you want to call it, it’s new and rich and ripe with potential.
So yeah. I like She-Ra because it’s gay. Die mad about it.
so catra let adora fall and fought her and stuff, she’s like, Committed to this, right, no going back now, she doesn’t care anymore, fuck it
and she really thinks she’ll be happy if she “beats” adora, if she finally proves everyone wrong, if she’s finally strong
but let’s say there’s a battle and catra (somehow, doesn’t matter) is convinced that adora is dead (spoiler: she’s not, but shh)
there’s a pause, she’s dead silent and still, and then she laughs, because she won, right, she won, she’s second best to no one, but that laugh–”hey adora”–just devolves into crying–”it’s not because i like you”–that devolves into screaming–”i really am going to miss you”–that she looks so confused by, like, what is going on, i won i was supposed to finally feel happy
and catra has never felt quite as powerless as she does then
Summary: “Adora, we live in a complicated world where our decisions, our mistakes, have real consequences. But this” – Casta reached out and touched the tangled mess in Adora’s hands – “this is just yarn. No one’s life hangs in the balance when you drop a stitch or mess up your gauge. You can choose to keep going or rip it out and start again. It’s up to you, and you alone. And there are no wrong answers.”
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Chapter 1: Rescue from Relaxation
The next time they visit Mystacor, it’s also in another quest to help Adora learn the Art of Relaxing. One week after the battle of Bright Moon, the damage has mostly been repaired and now her only orders are to take some time and heal. Unfortunately this was easier for Queen Angella to command than for Adora to obey. Even without Shadow Weaver’s “help”, Adora found herself to be just as bad at doing nothing as she was on her last visit.
While she could appreciate the joys of getting a full nine hours of sleep, lazing about just seemed… wrong? Wasteful?
If it was just a matter of not showing weakness, she would find a place to hide for a few days until the wounds on her back finally healed. She had actually attempted to pursue that plan, but Bow and Glimmer had convinced Swift Wing, the traitor, to help track her down. That was when the Queen had ordered them to Mystacor for physical…and mental? health.
It was…not going well.
She was in the middle of trying to find the words to explain to Glimmer and Bow that the aroma therapy smells of their latest Relaxation Attempt we’re making her dizzy when Gimmer’s Aunt rescued her.
The woman appeared in a swirl of her cape with bright smiles and cheer. “Oh Glimmer, dearest, I need to borrow your friend for a moment. You don’t mind do you?” She asked, taking one of Adora’s hands and pulling her to her feet.
“Auntie, what are you *doing*? We’re trying to help Adora relax!” Glimmer whined, trying, and failing to grab Adora’s arm.
Seeing an opportunity, Adora waved her free hand and smiled sheepishly. “No, no! It’s ok. This wasn’t working super well for me. You guys should enjoy it and we can … uh, try something else later”
Glimmer frowned, brow furrowed, but Bow shook his meaningfully at her. “Don’t work Adora too hard Aunt Casta,” he said lightly. “Why don’t we meet up for dinner?”
Adora smiled gratefully at Bow. He was a good friend. “That’s a good plan,” she said. And Castaspella agreed.
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