Writer’s Block

In the last two episodes Ae Ri:

Clocked that Ji Hyun is gay and something is going down between him and Jae Won

Slyly gave Ji Hyun a bunch of couple photos by casually uploading them in a group photo dump

Loudly pretended to pursue him in front of others to give him cover

Kindly warned him that he is being really obvious about Jae Won and others will pick up on it

Declared her loyalty and friendship and gave him a safe place to talk about Jae Won and be himself

And honestly she seems ready to throw hands if anyone bothers him. What more could you ask from your token straight bestie ally?

Ko-Fi donation drive Art request N.5 and last: Wangxian! Requested by @neverenoughwangxian and @i-am-forever-a-fan on Tumblr. ( I know one was supposed to be a forehead touch but I made a compromise with two same requests)

Every morning a cat wakes me up. I woke her up today

The fearsome yiling patriarch

Cultural Dark Academia

After my last post about the lack of representation in academia, I felt it neccessary to provide some examples of what I’m talking about. Obviously there are more countries in the world than I can list and provide books for, so for a quick list this is what I got. !! Keep researching !! If you have any more books by POC please reply them !! If a country isn’t listed, that doesn’t mean it’s not important, this is just what I could get together real quick. If I made any mistakes, please let me know, we’re all learning. We need to help each other end eurocentrism in academia, so value representation and educate yourselves 💓💓💓

Chinese:

The Art of War by Sun Tzu

The Dream of the Red Chamber

The Water Margin

Romance of the Three Kingdoms

The Journey to the West

The Scholars

The Peony Pavilion

Border Town by Congwen Shen

Half of Man is Woman by Zhang Xianliang

To Live by Yu Hua

Ten Years of Madness by agent Jicai

The Field of Life and Death & Tales of Hulan River by Xiao Hong

Japanese:

A Personal Matter by Kenzaburo Oë

Pakistani:

Moth Smoke by Mohsin Hamid

How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia by Mohsin Hamid

Ghulam Bagh by Mirza Athar Baig

Masterpieces of Urdu Nazm by K. C. Kanda

Irani/Persian:

Rooftops of Tehran by Mahbod Seraji

Savushun by Simin Daneshvar

Anything by Rumi

The Book of Kings by Ferdowsi

The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam

Shahnameh (translation by Dick Davis)

Afghan:

Earth and Ashes by Atiq Rahimi

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

Indian:

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

Aithihyamala, Garland of Legends by Kottarathil Sankunni

The Gameworld Trilogy by Samir Basu

Filipino:

Twice Blessed by Ninotchka Rosca

The Last Time I Saw Mother by Arlene J. Chai

Brazilian:

Night at the Tavern by Álvares de Azevedo

The Seven by André Vianco

Don Casmurro by Machado de Assis

Colombian:

Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Delirio by Laura Restrepo

¡Que viva la música! by Andrés Caicedo

The Sound of Things Falling by Jim Gabriel Vásquez

Mexican:

Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolf Anaya

Adonis Garcia/El Vampiro de la Colonia Roma by Luis Zapata

El Complot Mongol by Rafael Bernal

Egyptian:

The Cairo Trilogy by Nahuib Mahfouz

The Book of the Dead

Nigerian:

Rosewater by Tade Thompson

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Malian:

The Epic of Sundiata

Senegalese:

Poetry of Senghor

Native American:

The Inconvenient Indian by Thomas King

Starlight by Richard Wagamese

Almanac of the Dead by L. Silko

Fools Crow by James Welch

Australian Aborigine:

Dark Emu by Bruce Pascoe

First Footprints by Scott Cane

My Place by Sally Morgan

American//Modern:

Real Life by Brandon Taylor

Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

Internment by Samir’s Ahmed

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurtson

Rivers of London Series by Ben Aaronovitch

Tea time!

I feel like the start of an oil painting just getting down my right colors before starting with detail. Everyone is trying to be transcendent. I’m trying to avoid a sunburn. I’m feeling like a wasp has crawled its way under my  eyelid and is telling me where to look. Up at the sun. I’ve googled cadmium at least ten times and still don’t remember what it means. Ok so it’s chemical - my mind always replaces it with red. Why aren’t we all just feeding each other  cake all the time? We could be  feeding each other cake right now drizzled in sugar and rolling in grass and tablecloth. (Can we please just breathe and exchange favorite words?) (Mine is love, I know it’s stupid.) Like spitting the color of your heart directly in my mouth. I don’t find it off-putting. I think we’re all a little allergic to one thing or another.

He's innocent, your honor!

I rewatched The Grand Budapest Hotel and thought that maybe I could try to recreate this scene with Wei Wuxian so here we are

i need to get more masc so i can present feminine