I Don't Think It Should Be Legal For Disney To Own The Muppets Like Kermit Is Just A Guy You Can't Own

> “mannish features”

> look inside

> literally just common physical traits among women of colour

I just watched Identiteaze on Nebula with my partner @zatartheperfect-blog and holy shit was it good. Big gender feels, I loved every minute of it. If you're trans, intersex, or plural and haven't seen it you absolutely should. Big feels yo. My one "Criticism" is that I want more time in this world, but with the stinger at the end I get the distinct impression that this is only the first part in a larger project.

Alrighty, here's another scene from the novel I'm (very slowly) writing -------------------------

In the performance hall’s backstage restroom a young woman paced back and forth as she scrolled through instructions on her phone. She had a job to do, she was here to make sure that this was the performers’ final show. There were five targets, identical clones masquerading as “sisters” who formed a k-pop group called Blackhearts. A record company owned by the media conglomerate that she was currently working for held the rights to their music, and their last few albums had not sold well. They had become disposable.

A twinge of guilt ran through her as she saved the performers’ image to her phone. These weren’t corporate spies or power hungry schemers gunning for a sudden promotion, they were performers who’s hype was waning. They needed a PR team, not an assassin, but PR teams were expensive while a half-dozen bullets were not only cheap but could also bring in a quick profit. Sales of their final album would go up for a time, the group’s overhead would disappear, and the company could sign the next up and coming artist while they were still on the rise. It was disgusting, and she hated what she was about to do. She turned to the sink and stared into the dingy bathroom mirror.

“I can’t just not do it,” She said to nobody in particular, guilt and anger growing deep within her. She gazed at her neck in the mirror, picturing the device that lay just beneath her skin. “I have to do it. I don’t have a choice,” she murmured, tapping her foot anxiously. “It doesn’t matter how I feel about it.” She paused, took a deep breath, and shoved the growing guilt and anger as deep down as she could. She had a job to do, she could address these feelings later.

She turned her attention back to her phone and uploaded her target’s photo into the app that controlled her cybernetics. A familiar ache ran beneath her crawling skin as her appearance began to change. Her face grew longer, thinner, accentuated by high cheekbones. Short, wavy red hair darkened, straightened, and grew until it was a shining black that flowed down to the small of her back. Emerald green eyes turned sky blue and tan freckled skin became an unblemished pale. When the changes finished she looked to the mirror and gave a cold grin. Nobody would think twice about a performer walking into her own dressing room.

So I digital painted this, I started out following a Bob Ross tutorial (Secluded Bridge) but then we hit a little waterfall and I liked the waterfall so much that I ended up doing my own thing instead.

So in addition to Kazama Frylock Kiryu, I've also started this in progress masterpiece. I haven't spent very long on this one yet, but I'm recording my drawing of it and turning it into a time lapse video for funsies

Y'all, I like Tumblr a lot most of the time but my inbox is just constantly filled with people asking for money to help in Gaza and while I get it I'm also on disability and only have $900/month to survive on myself. I can't help anyone and getting these constant asks makes me feel guilty both for passing up on them and also for having the nerve to be on this site when I can't help them. I often have things I want to post but I don't feel like I deserve the space to post them because my posts might distract from someone seeking mutual aid. Anyway, I'm gonna go do something else now and try not to sit too long in this feeling. Don't know if I'll be back on here or not, we'll see.

hi um my liege y-you asked me to um. report back to you when the prisoner you sent into the labyrinth had been, um, dealt with by th-the minotaur. well y-your highness t-there seems to be a bit of an, ahem, issue. no, no the prisoner is still in the labyrinth, y-yes the minotaur found them. i-it just ah, um, it appears that the. it appears that the prisoner and the minotaur are, um, they're-