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If you are a writer and you cannot attend protests

The best thing you can do is construct fill-in-the-blanks for letters for people to contact their representatives. Many people want to contact their legislators, but do not know how to make their voice heard in letter form. 

You can help.

Research who the leaders in your area are and what their contact info is.

Form a letter that is coherent, explicit in its demands and does not include emotional language, name-calling or swearing. (these are often tossed in the garbage and considered harassment)

Post this letter online and allow people to download it, fill in their names and send it.

Watercolor stuff I guess

Finished this back in April, but finally got a good photograph of it. Anthy and Utena from Revolutionary Girl Utena with some tarot-esque references (ten of swords and page of swords, respectively.)

Daniel Smith watercolors and salt washes on Arches cold pressed art board.

Attempting to do some leafing before starting and oh my god its so fucking shining I love it.

I think I'll call #Neptune done #wktd #weknowthedevil #drawlloween

Marigold, marigold, marigold~🎶 Shiro from Voltron, stapled and drying. Might print Hunk tonight too.

For Pride, For Honor, For Glory

Summary: “Tell me how you sucker punched the crap out of that piece of shit Loras and embarrassed him to the point he won’t even look you in the eye.”

Tanner is fifteen years old. The pretty bastard of the army, a fledgling soldier, and a popular subject of gossip; Loras wants to see if he can add another notch on his belt.

It’s a GOT-type setting, so genre-typical warnings apply. Attempted sexual assault of a minor, intoxication.

It said something about Tanner and Allister’s closeness to where, even after a fuck, they were cordial enough to share the same bed, hold each other close, and engage in pillow talk that ranged from military tactics to the going-ons of the campsite.

Perhaps cordial wasn’t the right word. Tanner knew, but he’d rather Allister figure it out on his own than be forthright. They had gone this long without saying what they were, preferring to let the others guess and know with looks, touches, and a need to be together to signal what they meant to each other. Tanner looked at it that way, in any case.

Allister snorted before tossing his head back and letting a laugh out from deep in his chest. “No, no, no, really? That was you? You, the pretty bastard of the army?”

Tanner crinkled his nose and made a snort, then a laugh. “What, you think I don’t know how to throw a punch?” He gave a light shove to Allister’s chest.

“Never said that! Tell me how you sucker punched the crap out of that piece of shit Loras and embarrassed him to the point he won’t even look you in the eye,” Allister teased, toothy grin and a devilish delight in his eyes. He pushed Tanner’s hip with a tease, laughing when Tanner brushed his hand away.

“It’s a long story,” Tanner offered, to which Allister gestured to the dark night outside. They had hours until the morning.

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Done w my Boy for my friend rayrayinspace's zine :3

BAIL FUNDS FOR PROTESTERS

ATLANTA

LOUISVILLE

HOUSTON

BROOKLYN

please reblog if you have links for bail funds in other cities or other resources!

Another fanart from an RPS fanfic. This one was done in mechanical pencil, mostly. I enjoyed the different faces and playing with angles of the face.