Making some sick fires
I found my new favorite blog: Homotography. (NSFW)
I'm using the photos there as figure and anatomy practice, nom. Plus there's a ton of adorable and sweet snapshots, such as here, here, and here. So many lovely men in love. ;;
I still haven't quite gotten the hang of tumblr (since I use Firefox, my browser insists on saving certain pictures as unworkable Firefox documents, which is a pain in the ass), but here's mine if you want to follow me. I'll mostly be reblogging fanart and memes, haha. XD I won't be abandoning my LJ by any means, so no worries.
I wonder if I ought to start an AO3 account. Apparently it's "FF.net but better" or something. Except I feel a lot of my old stuff is crap and I'll feel like I'm contaminating the site or something. XDD;;;
But guh. I've been so busy hating myself since who knows how long and I'm sick of it. I want to revel in this high I'm getting from RPing with Jean again. I thought I'd bomb humongously playing Tavros, but even though I'm fumbling around trying to keep in touch with his character and general Homestuck universe, I'm having so much fun playing as him. And Jean makes a wonderful Dave to bounce off of~ ♥ My god, Tavros is adorable. I want to give him hugs all over again.
I'm also reading The Nutcracker and the Mouse King by E.T.A. Hoffmann. I don't think I've ever seen the ballet, though I'm familiar with the music and the story. The original story though? Damn, I'm amazing how dark and full of Nightmare Fuel it is. So far, we're introduced to the Mouse King, which is a giant hideous rat with seven heads (Based off this, which I suggest you don't click if you're squeamish) Then Marie falls back and pushes her arm through glass, and was found passed out in front of the toy cabinet bleeding heavily. Grim stuff! Now this is the inspiration I'm looking for in regards to my novel. Stories about toys and dolls tend to have a lot in common with fairy-tales. You think they're all sugar and spice on the surface, then... holy shit. YOU KNOW, FOR KIDS.
Apparently, the ballet was originally choreographed Lev Ivanov and *dundundun* Marius Petipa. brb, geeking out and feeling awesome for giving a major character in my novel a relevant Meaningful Name. X3
I'm using the photos there as figure and anatomy practice, nom. Plus there's a ton of adorable and sweet snapshots, such as here, here, and here. So many lovely men in love. ;;
I still haven't quite gotten the hang of tumblr (since I use Firefox, my browser insists on saving certain pictures as unworkable Firefox documents, which is a pain in the ass), but here's mine if you want to follow me. I'll mostly be reblogging fanart and memes, haha. XD I won't be abandoning my LJ by any means, so no worries.
I wonder if I ought to start an AO3 account. Apparently it's "FF.net but better" or something. Except I feel a lot of my old stuff is crap and I'll feel like I'm contaminating the site or something. XDD;;;
But guh. I've been so busy hating myself since who knows how long and I'm sick of it. I want to revel in this high I'm getting from RPing with Jean again. I thought I'd bomb humongously playing Tavros, but even though I'm fumbling around trying to keep in touch with his character and general Homestuck universe, I'm having so much fun playing as him. And Jean makes a wonderful Dave to bounce off of~ ♥ My god, Tavros is adorable. I want to give him hugs all over again.
I'm also reading The Nutcracker and the Mouse King by E.T.A. Hoffmann. I don't think I've ever seen the ballet, though I'm familiar with the music and the story. The original story though? Damn, I'm amazing how dark and full of Nightmare Fuel it is. So far, we're introduced to the Mouse King, which is a giant hideous rat with seven heads (Based off this, which I suggest you don't click if you're squeamish) Then Marie falls back and pushes her arm through glass, and was found passed out in front of the toy cabinet bleeding heavily. Grim stuff! Now this is the inspiration I'm looking for in regards to my novel. Stories about toys and dolls tend to have a lot in common with fairy-tales. You think they're all sugar and spice on the surface, then... holy shit. YOU KNOW, FOR KIDS.
Apparently, the ballet was originally choreographed Lev Ivanov and *dundundun* Marius Petipa. brb, geeking out and feeling awesome for giving a major character in my novel a relevant Meaningful Name. X3