#I probably won't but still

[graveltrapping]

Female Marc Marquez Fashion Part 1

Part 2 (I had too many photos so I had to split it:/)

Mar Marquez and her evolution of Personal and Championship style, inspired by this really great fashion post that you should check out. Its a fun and detailed read spanning over most of the riders, all of whom are women in their Au, and the fashion culture that's cultivated around the Championship Gala in their universe.

This one is focused on my Mar Marquez from my Debutant fic and the development of her championship and personal style over the years.

This was so much longer than it needed to be but I got invested.

Her mother used to dress her as a kid so she's very cutesy and stylish in baby/kid photos, frills and skirts and perfectly braided hair, but as she got further and further into racing and racing social circles, all clothes because less for expression and more for comfort and practicality.

Casually as a teenager she was a very jeans, hoodies, and her dad's t-shirts kind of person. Always in sneakers or comfy shoes and her shirts always seemed to just hang that tiny bit too loose on her where people are wondering had she just pilfered it from Alex closets cause he has one almost the exact same. Maybe spices something up with a graphic tee here or there but it's mostly football or team jerseys.

Her hair had has been extremely long when she was a kid as well, mostly at the insistence of her parents who adored it, but she got most of it cut off when she joined 125cc. Many people were devastated. It's grown out through the feeder series so when she gets to Motogp, it just about brushing her shoulders. Even still, her family were usually the ones to do anything with her hair. Braid it, curl it, cut it, her mom is the go to person. Alex after that, and then her dad. She can do everything herself if she wanted to but there's a level of comforting stability from her family helping her.

For Championship Ceremonies or galas/events, which aren't as big as Motogp ones, Mar can always rely on a pair of flat pumps (pretty sure they were a thing in the 2010s) with the same plain orange knee length dress she wore to the last one or some nice jeans and fancy blouse. While her effort is minimal, and basically all advice from her mother and manager over a stylist is ignored, she doesn't get as much flack for it as she would in the premier class because there simply isn't as many eyes on her. She can get away with loose hair, minimal makeup, because she still perceived as a girl half the time and less than a woman.

The silhouette of the dress that she wears for the feeder series galas is modest and quite plain, covering a lot of Mars physical aspects that she’s proud of but doesn’t want to show off (at the time). It’s long, simple, and doesn’t have a lot of personality besides the colour which really makes her skin seem golden. It’s Mar at her youngest and not most confident yet still uncaring in a way.

Her first two years at the MotoGP Championship Ceremony are her most tame in terms of dress and style. She’s still so young. Still figuring out her style, what she likes, what’s makes her feel like a woman while not performing for the sudden and new eyes that are fixated on her. She likes being a woman, being feminine, but she doesn't enjoy performing in a way that's not dictated by her. Her way, or no way at all really.

She keeps to the Honda kinda of orange but the cuts of the dresses are more mature, a bit tighter, or have a more adventurous fabric choice or texture that makes them more interesting and dynamic. It’s still not completely her but it’s a step in the right direction.

She upgrades herself from a pump to gradually taller heels until she could walk on stilts if she truly wanted. Her hair is usually down but styled in a very loose and natural way because her hair is so incredibly thick and stunning anyway. Even short, it's been styled in such a way its best described as a Monroe. Has a bit of length with loads of volume and texture from the curls.

Jewellery is simple and always gold. She didn't get her ears pierced until the 2014 summer break though.

The 2015 Championship Ceremony/Divorce Hearing is when Mar kind of had a moment of extreme perspective change, forced growing up, and also has no choice but to acknowledge the amount of eyes on her. She has to go on stage as a heavily ridiculed 22 year old woman. She has to go on stage alone, no friends or family, and stand beside Valentino Rossi, the man who has just shattered every perception she had of him, from every out on the open podium to every moment behind closed doors. She can't play it off as nothing because it wasn't nothing and people know that.

She's just on that precious of going from the Mar, two time champion, mindset to the undisputed and 8 time world champion mindset.

What does she ware for that moment? She can't ware the dress Vale got her.

Its simple, mature, and black.

So starkly different from basically everything she has ever worn that people notice the change, both physical and mentally. A visual representation of the switch from the last bits of full unfiltered girlhood to womanhood where she will be the best, be unbeatable and untouchable, where she will give no one a chance to bite her the way Vale did. The jewellery is extravagant, gold and pearls, while her hair has been styled in a very Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend/Dorothy Shaw way. She looks different. She looks new and gorgeous and suddenly so much more solid in who she is.

It's most commonly referred to as the Divorce/Revenge Dress.

Mar is a lot more cemented in herself as a person/woman/champion going into 2016 and onwards and that just shows through the confidence in how she acts and how she dresses. Her Championship Ceremony/Gala looks evolve with the confidence. Deep cuts showing off her chest and backless pieces showcases the length of her spine and the deep lines of muscle built up over the years. High leg slits, completely sleeveless pieces to show off her wide shoulders, statement ruffles/unique fabrics/bolder silhouettes or if she's really feeling it, a sharp suit. There's silk, velvet, sequins, brocade fabrics. Gold, pearls, rubies and diamond and crystal. She can wear it all.

She doesn't stick to team colours either, has a wider variety of deep an rich colours but red and black are the ones that suit her the best. They make her hair seem even darker, her skin seems golden, and just seem to encapsulate her whole person better than the brighter Honda orange that she used to almost hide behind.

Her hair grows out as well over the years, it had been cut short again in 2018 for various reasons, but now its long and bouncy and curls beautifully around her sharply cut face which is all tied together with more gold jewellery. Ears full of piercings, fingers and wrists stacked with rings and bangles that just glitter every time they move.

Thoughts continue on Part 2 (too many photos to upload lol)

[madamemachikonew]

"Go to hell" is basic. "Hope your favourite anime movie sequel gets cancelled after seven years in production AND getting an animated teaser." is smart. It's possible. It's terrifying. It's happened.

[eeriefettucine]

i know hating your mom's boyfriend is like a quintessential experience or whatever but im stuck in this house with him and i genuinely am thinking about checking back into the psych ward to get away

[titenoute]

What once was one, then was two…

My entry for draw the princess contest.

[ridleymb]

When I had the idea of drawing toxic yuri and a warm comic about siblings for Christmas at the same time

I chose to draw both🙂

[darkmuffinstudios]

Another WIP for another thing I'm working on

mmmmmm oh boy do I love having WIPs mmmmmm delicious

[eldritchpoppies]

kind of obsessed with the visuals in ep 7 and I wanted to draw Edwin's hell look, and then things spiraled and I ended up with this, oops xD

[cozmic-ash]

more Harvey, bc my brain is only capable of focusing on like three things at any given time

imagining he works out with the ladies at Pierre's place and the farmer is peeking around the corner like 😳

[cookinguptales]

You know... I had an experience about two months ago that I didn't talk about publicly, but I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately and I guess I'm finally able to put my unease into words.

So there's a podcast I'd been enjoying and right after I got caught up, they announced that they were planning on doing a live show. It's gonna be near me and on the day before my birthday and I thought -- hey, it's fate.

But... as many of you know, I'm disabled. For me, getting to a show like that has a lot of steps. One of those steps involved emailing the podcasters to ask about accessibility for the venue.

The response I got back was very quick and very brief. Essentially, it told me to contact the venue because they had no idea if it was accessible or not.

It was a bucket of cold water, and I had a hard time articulating at the time quite why it was so disheartening, but... I think I get it a little more now.

This is a podcast that has loudly spoken about inclusivity and diversity and all that jazz, but... I mean, it's easy to say that, isn't it? But just talking the talk without walking the walk isn't enough. That's like saying "sure, we will happily welcome you in our house -- if you can figure out how to unlock the door."

And friends, my lock-picking set is pretty good by this point. I've been scouting out locations for decades. I've had to research every goddamn classroom, field trip, and assigned bookstore that I've ever had in an academic setting. I've had to research every movie theater, theme park, and menu for every outing with friends or dates. I spend a long time painstakingly charting out accessible public transportation and potential places to sit down every time I leave the house.

Because when I was in college, my professors never made sure their lesson plans were accessible. (And I often had to argue with them to get the subpar accommodations I got.) Because my friends don't always know to get movie tickets for the accessible rows. Because my dates sometimes leave me on fucking read when I ask if we can go to a restaurant that doesn't keep its restrooms down a flight of stairs.

I had one professor who ever did research to see if I could do all the coursework she had planned, and who came up with alternate plans when she realized that I could not. Only one. It was a medical history and ethics class, and my professor sounded bewildered as she realized how difficult it is to plan your life when you're disabled.

This woman was straight-up one of the most thoughtful, philosophical, and ethical professors I've ever had, one who was incredibly devoted to diversity and inclusion -- and she'd never thought about it before, that the hospital archives she wanted us to visit were up a flight of stairs. That the medical museum full of disabled bodies she wanted us to visit only had a code-locked back entrance and an old freight elevator for their disabled guests who were still breathing.

And that's the crux of it, isn't it? It's easy to theoretically accept the existence of people who aren't like you. It's a lot harder to actively create a space in which they can exist by your side.

Because here's what I did before I contacted the podcasters. I googled the venue. I researched the neighborhood and contacted a friend who lives in the area to help me figure out if there were any accessible public transportation routes near there. (There aren't.) I planned for over an hour to figure out how close I could get before I had to shell out for an uber for the last leg of the trip.

Then I read through the venue's website. I looked through their main pages, through their FAQs to see if there was any mention of accessibility. No dice. I download their packet for clients and find out that, while the base building is accessible, the way that chairs/tables are set up for individual functions can make it inaccessible. So it's really up to who's hosting the show there.

So then and only then I contacted the podcasters. I asked if the floor plan was accessible. I asked if all the seats were accessible, or only some, and whether it was open seating or not. Would I need to show up early to get an accessible seat, or maybe make a reservation?

And... well, I got the one-sentence reply back that I described above. And that... god, it was really disheartening. I realized that they never even asked if their venues were accessible when they were booking the shows. I realized that they were unwilling to put in the work to learn the answers to questions that disabled attendees might have. I realized that they didn't care to find out if the building was accessible.

They didn't know and they didn't care. That, I think, is what took the wind out of my sails when they emailed me back. It's what made me decide that... yeah, I didn't really want to go through the trouble of finding an accessible route to the venue. I didn't want to have to pay an arm and a leg to hire a car to take me the last part of the journey. I didn't want to make myself frantic trying to figure out if I could do all that and still make the last train home.

If they didn't care, I guess I didn't either.

If they'd apologized and said that the only venue they could get was inaccessible, I actually would have understood. I know that small shows don't always get their pick of venues. I get it. I even would have understood if they'd been like "oh dang, I actually don't know -- but I'll find out."

But to be told that they didn't know and didn't intend to find out... oof. That one stung.

Because.... this is the thing. This is the thing. I may be good at it by now, but I'm so tired of picking locks. I'm tired of doing all the legwork because no one ever thinks to help me. I'm tired of feeling like an afterthought at best, or at worst utterly unwelcome.

If you truly want to be inclusive, you need to stop telling people that you're happy to have them -- if they can manage to unlock the door. You need to fucking open it yourself and welcome them in.

What brought all this back to me now, you may be asking? Well... I guess it's just what I was thinking to myself as I was tidying up my phone.

Today I'm deleting podcasts.

[frosted-woods]

autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all

[froggysoup]

happy fontaining :)

[wyvernity]

been thinking about the sinnohtrio lately......plus misc other stuff

also, casual ko-fi drop!! get something in this sketchy style starting at $10 woop woop

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[32girassoisdevangogh]

[mmthemayoarts]

...........Hedgehog behaviour

[avemakuta]

More games where character creation is just the beginning of the character's appearance please.

More games where your adventures give you scars, wrinkles, gray hairs, bizarre magical tattoos, eyes that shine in the dark with the force of the curse upon you, patches of scales where you were splashed with the blood of the dragon you slew, sharp teeth from having to eat monster flesh to survive, a million little things that set you apart from the sweet innocent child who first set out on the road to adventure.

More games where other characters see you and know you're no ordinary townsfolk, because you've been irrevocably changed by your experiences and if you ever go home, you won't fit anymore.