#non-pearl

[pearldefiance]

The difference isn't "people write fanfiction now and it's fundamentally unserious and unworthy to be Culture." People who break out the smelling salts and head to the fainting couch when they hear "Dante's Divine Comedy was fanfiction" are ignoring the point that cultural production is the same as it ever was: Any foundational cultural myth has hundreds to thousands of different versions that each reflect the experiences of contributors from different times and places. Look at Robin Hood. Look at King Arthur. (I'm picking those because they're the easy ones most Westerners know. What I'm saying is broadly applicable.)

What has changed is that corporations now own the majority of foundational cultural myths and leverage them as capital. That gives them carte blanche to claim that derived works are fundamentally lesser and subject to their authority, a claim most people accept uncritically. "Fanfiction" has always been going on as long as you recognize that "fans" are the folk in folklore. They receive something from a storyteller, they change it, and their versions drastically outnumber the so-called official version. For most of history, the folk have defined the grounding myths that underpin their social consensus. It was very difficult to nearly impossible to point back into history and say "this was the first, canonical version from the real author." In many cases, we still can't figure it out. And it's probable we never will, because narratives weren't (that kind of) capital for most of history.

This is just another way fences are being placed around the commons and we are all being robbed of something intrinsically human, the right to shape and share the collective semiotic space.

[pearldefiance]

Like and reblog if your account is a safe space for trans lesbians. It feels like trans lesbians in particular get shamed and ridiculed a lot by people in and out of the community. If you’re reading this I want to let you know you’re valid and I hope your safe and doing well.

[tubbytarchia]

didn't intend to draw this today but my hand slipped

[tatretot]

you've got mail(box)! 💌🐺

[sofy-tofy]

Silly splatoon plushies memes

[apri1-fool]

I’ve been working on my Electra design…. Ever since first listening to it I’ve wanted to have them with a silly computer face.

They can’t actually rotate any text so all their emoticons show up sideways. Because they’re cringefail. Important electra trait to me.

Also I promise you in Finch-Stex-Verse Electra and CB are Like That still.

[cepholaqueer]

fuck you *nonbinarys your splatoon idols*

[lilystyles]

pearl.

this series is currently ongoing!! a @lilystyles festive fic!

y/n takes a much-needed break revisiting her eerie little hometown, where she is greeted by an unsettling aura tied to a string of mysterious disappearances. she lands a job at the quirky rosie posie antiques that holds the history and secrets of her home. there she crosses paths with the enigmatic harry, a man with an inexplicable urge to walk her home. y/n throws herself headfirst into the town secrets, will she uncover the truth before she’s the next notch in this psycho killer’s belt?

or author y/n meets her new writing muse, but he's an odd creature.

nonhuman!harry x author!reader

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black pearl

y/n gets a job at rosie posie antiques, where she meets niall and harry. something off is happening around town, but y/n can't quite put her finger on it. and harry will not stop walking her home. (7k)

silver pearl

y/n listens to harry sing for the first time, and harry feels tensions rising as the full moon begins to rear its ugly head over the little town. (7k)

more coming soon!

happy harryween angels! <3

[whale-trawl]

false nirvana

[mixtercandy]

i dont watch the crk stories im assuming that white pearl falls in lov wit frilled n nothing bad happens ever

[shepscapades]

It’s cool to see another person who falls into the very specific category of “hermit/life series fan who in the year of 2024 still does not tire of watching new people play DBH”

Like idk what it is about that game. I haven’t engaged in the fandom proper since I was a teen and I could easily spend an hour nitpicking things about it, but like. Something about it. Every now and then I still have to shove my ocs or current hyperfixation characters into a DBH au. Sometimes when a piece of media leaves worms in my brain they inexplicably become immortal

YESS this exactly! The game has plenty of issues, but it never stops just…. Being a good story to me. And, as a storyteller, watching people enjoy stories that I enjoy, especially for the first time, will never get old to me :] it’s why I’ll never not be excited about ppl playing like, undertale for the first time, or anything like that! Those reactions and puzzling the stories together of my favorite pieces of media will never get old :]

[pearldefiance]

The Devil isn’t someone who tempts you to throw away your principles and live a lavish life of selfish hedonism.

The Devil is someone who tempts you to believe your principles require you to be mediocre, live small, and die.

[little-eye-guy]

more style testing... this time for @woodoats

[littlebeetledragon]

Legendary cookie wallpapers. feel free to use and share without credit

[dozydawn]

pen pearls

[cool-now-destroy-it]

Lads, ladies and absolutely everything in between, gather round, gather close!

For I must confess my most grievous apologies to the world. How utterly selfish of me, a mere shadow of existence, to dare to draw breath in a society so deeply, so profoundly inconvenienced by the likes of me. You see, being trans? Why, it’s hardly an ordeal at all!

Of course, it does not weigh on me, not in the slightest. It’s not as if my identity is treated like a stain to be scrubbed out or a weed to be plucked from the pristine garden of humanity.

Oh, no, no, no, far be it from me to suggest such a thing.

How terrifying it must be for you, oh brave protectors of the binary! To see me breathing, walking, persisting. An abomination in your orderly little world of pink and blue. I can only imagine the unbearable agony of your fear. You must lie awake at night, staring at your pristine ceilings, haunted by the specter of my pronouns.

I couldn’t possibly comprehend how terribly frightened you all must be of us. Truly, I am sorry to have unsettled you with my mere existence. What a burden it must be to see us, to hear us, to know we walk among you! The audacity! I shudder to think of the terror you feel when we, oh, I don’t know, ask to be called by our names or request not to be killed. Such radical demands, no wonder you’re all quaking in your boots!

Our pain, our suffering, our daily torment? A mere trifle! It’s not as though I wake every morning to find the weight of my identity pressing against my chest. It's not like its a scream buried so deep in my chest that I can feel it scraping my ribs every time I breathe. It’s not like we carry this anguish around like a warm, familiar blanket, clinging to it, wrapping ourselves in it, because at least it stays with us, at least it doesn’t turn away.

But please, tell me more about your suffering. Tell me how hard it is for you to live in a world where people like me exist. Tell me how we threaten your values, your traditions, your fragile sense of reality. Tell me how inconvenient it is to acknowledge that we are human, that we are here, that we are not going anywhere.

Let me assure you, with all the venom we can muster, we will not stop fighting and we will not stop living, no matter how much it offends you.

Because heres the thing: your fear, your hatred, your desperate, grasping need to erase us? It is nothing. It is hollow. It is the pathetic whimper of a world that knows it is dying.

And I, for one, plan to dance on its grave.