#this alter is pan

[allysketches]

organizing my art folder I found this one drawing sitting there for months bc I didn't like how it turned out and meant to come back to it later but never did lol

but on second thought I guess it looks fine so I might as well post it now 😅

also I've been pretty much MIA these past few months bc life (good and bad) and tbh it was nice, so I'll mostly stay that way, I think... pop back now and then, whenever I finish more drawings lol

[nightowl33art]

Happy pride month!

Me generally representing the 5 million fruity countries I'm from

[goryhorroor]

favorites • visually stunning horror movies ii

[ectonurites]

Uhhhh very late miwip wednesday? it is thursday.

I've had this au—Will as Robin, El as Batgirl, Mike as Spoiler + a few more Hawkins characters as Bats but I'll leave the rest a mystery for now—rattling around in my brain for like a week, and I don't know if I'll ever actually write out the full longfic idea I have for it, but I'll at least post snippets and some doodles 👍

Text under the cut if the images are hard to read hehe:

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“I know I did it to you when we first met,” the sound of boots hitting the rooftop echoes behind him, “But it’s really not proper vigilante etiquette to take off someone else’s mask.” 

Mike whips around to face him—Robin, The Boy Wonder. While he’s figured out who the new Batgirl is, he hasn’t got a clue about this guy. Unless maybe it’s not just El—maybe all the Bats are connected to the lab? Robin could be a number, too.

He stares at the other boy, lost in thought, not sure what to say. 

When it must fully register that his comment isn’t getting a response, Robin shrugs and retracts his grapple, clicking it into place on his utility belt as he steps closer out of the shadows.

Mike quickly puts his mask back on, just for something to do with his hands, something to interrupt his gawking at least for a second. When he looks again, there’s now a layer between them—flimsy blue fabric that makes it a little less clear that he’s still staring. 

But how could he not? The two of them have only really met twice—when Robin had tackled him not realizing The Spoiler is a new hero not a villain, and when Robin had come to his window the following night telling him to hang up his cape. So really, this is the first time Mike can stop and take him in without some sense of urgency bleeding into the situation. The first time he can just… look.

His mask is a deep green leather molded into a sort of beak, and despite leaving a decent amount of his face uncovered, it conceals what could really be identifying—his eyes, his nose, parts of his cheeks. His warm smile is visible though, and Mike can’t help that his eyes are drawn to it. It’s just the part of his face I can see, he tells himself, but maybe that’s not the only reason. 

Robin runs a gloved hand through his gelled-back hair, a chestnut brown that Mike bets would glisten in sunlight. But Robin isn’t someone you see during the day. Bats only come out at night in Hawkins, even ones who wear bright colors. Red, yellow, and green—he’s like a traffic light.

Only now while glancing up and down as he crosses the rooftop, does Mike really register how small a guy Robin is, noticeably shorter than Mike himself. But regardless, he still moves with confidence, it makes his presence seem larger somehow—wise beyond his years.

[poorbrokemess]

Loki got a puzzle Hermes the number 32 😅

I love them

🥰🥰🥰

Tea time with some classical music for Lucifer

[eldorr]

Separspec (1.1)

Top Row, Separalterous: With symbol (left), symbol-less (right) Middle Row, Separomantic: With symbol (left), symbol-less (right) Bottom Row, Separplatonic: With symbol (left), symbol-less (right)

The platonic, romantic, and alterous equivalents of Separspec.

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Separplatonic: Being panplatonic (or other-wise attracted to any/all genders multiplatonic) in a orchidspec and/or cupiospec way.

Separomantic: Being panromantic (or other-wise attracted to any/all genders multiromantic) in a orchidspec and/or cupiospec way.

Separalterous: Being panalterous (or other-wise attracted to any/all genders multialterous) in a orchidspec and/or cupiospec way.

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These terms were originally posted May 3rd, 2022.

[gailynovelry]

We have a brilliant idea for rewriting the summaries that we hate. That idea is called "what if we just completely ignored the old summaries and opened up a blank document to write entirely new ones instead of struggling to rewrite the old ones for the billionth time."

[wayfinderships]

My day will be so fine and then I'll think about N.aoki U.rasawa's M.onster and experience hundreds of emotions at once-

[mochathelion]

my ocean / nature altar! (Dedicated to communication with pan, god of the wild)

[thepokedexisgay]

can i get nonbinary trans pansexual mega aggron, obstagoon, giratina and tyrantrum pfps?

[graysongraysoff]

when the raise hits the bank account the panties hit the floor!!!

[t1erradelfuego]

nobody talk to me

[poorbrokemess]

Zuse finally got to me 😅

I'll confess I've been slightly..... ignoring him. While also, doing things to honor him.

Yesterday during Mabon I had realized I didn't even have a candle for him.

Which meant, he wasn't *invited* technically.

Yet. Today was probably the best day I've had in. Well. A very long time.

As if he said *Who are you, a mear mortal, to ignore me, the King of the God's? While giving crowns to lesser Kings. I Zuse King, see how mighty I am.*

Storms started not long after I realized he didn't even have a candle. Persisted all throughout the day on and off.

It was a glorious day.

This time I did clarification all throughout the day. And every time Zuse. Plus like, every single thing about him everywhere lol.

Look at the magic

Glorious day.

Had to completely redo the upper alter. Because King. Lol

That Green candle for Loki?

Pure miracle.

They, until now apparently, only made the 44oz. Candles in primary colors. So no green. I'd been working to melt one down for the jar and make him one. Even bought all the stuff. My OCD however gets upset about low candles..... so I never finish one enough to make him one.

Then today. I was there just yesterday mind you. Today, there it they are. Big Green candles.

I actually shouted out when I saw it.

That's not to mention I saw 2 what I originally thought were crows, but I do belive were ravens today. The flowers. All of it.

Loki is STOKED about the candle. He's been bouncing all night.

Even Hephaestus got a big Candle(hand me down).

Today.

Was a gift.

A miracle to be honest.

All the love and thanks to the gods for it.

Zuse and Apollo today especially.

♥️

[eldorr]

Porcian Subterms, Separspec (2.1)

Top Row, Porchiaesthetic: With symbol (left), symbol-less (right) Middle Row, Porchialterous: With symbol (left), symbol-less (right) Bottom Row, Porchiplatonic: With symbol (left), symbol-less (right)

The aesthetic, alterous, and platonic equivalents of Porcian, a Separspec term.

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Porchiaesthetic: Being panaesthetic (or other-wise attracted to any/all genders multiaesthetic in a orchidspec and/or cupiospec way.

Porchialterous: Being panalterous (or other-wise attracted to any/all genders multialterous) in a orchidspec and/or cupiospec way.

Porchiplatonic: Being panplatonic (or other-wise attracted to any/all genders multiplatonic) in a orchidspec and/or cupiospec way.

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These terms were originally posted May 4th, 2022.

[laserpinksteam]

Will you listen: Alter Ego + Pan Sonic – Microwaves (2021)

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.