Since her character design is pretty interesting, I might color this later, but not anytime soon. I have so much stuff on my plate (two other kiriban prizes along with bunch my personal projects).
I hope you like it ^^
Alright, second place kiriban prize next.
* NOTE: Only the winner has the high-res, watermark free version.
Art © me
Astoria © Cathaclysm
Daughter of a gun (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ No idea if such a thing existed but surely there had to be girls born on board in the Age of Sail?
*puts on obnoxious historian hat*
there were actually tons of women and girls on board ships during the age of sail and it’s really cool history that no one!!! ever!!! talks about!!!
like captains of merchant ships used to bring their wives and children on board for long voyages all the time (and of course there were plenty of well known female pirate ship captains, and women cross-dressing as men, and prostitutes that more people seem to know of)
there’s actually a really amazing story of one woman, Mary Ann Patten who was the wife of the captain of this ship called Neptune’s Car. Captain Patten decided that he wanted her onboard with him and she was super about this and learned all about navigation and sailing and everything. so this one voyage they’re going around the tip of south america when her husband gets sick and is bed ridden with a fever right as the ship sails into one of the worst storms any of the crew had ever seen and it looks like they might lose the ship or have to stop
so you know who takes over??? the first mate???
she took over the whole crew and sailed that ship through freezing water and pack ice and had it coasting smoothly into the san francisco harbour like it was nothing. and she did this all at age 19. while pregnant.
at one point the first mate tried to get the crew to mutiny against her but they all rallied with her and told him to shut the heck up because she obv knew what she was doing.
there’s a great book about women in the age of sail called ‘female tars’ by suzanne stark that i cannot recommend enough and has way more amazing stories and insights about the myriad roles women and girls played aboard ship during that time period.
(sorry i totally didn’t mean to hijack your post i love all of your art and this is gorgeous i just got over excited sorry sorry sorry)
We need links!
Female Tars: Women Aboard Ship in the Age of Sail by Suzanne Stark
Hen Frigates: Wives of Merchant Captains Under Sail by Joan Druett
Iron Men, Wooden Women: Gender and Seafaring in the Atlantic World, 1700-1920 edited by Margaret S. Creighton and Lisa Norling
Petticoat Whalers: Whaling Wives at Sea, 1820-1920 by Joan Druett
Sea Queens: Women Pirates Around the World by Jane Yolen
Seafaring Women: Pirate Queens, Female Stowaways and Sailors’ Wives by David Cordingly
The Captain’s Best Mate: The Journal of Mary Chipman Lawrence on the Whaler Addison, 1856-1860 by Mary Chipman Lawrence
Women Sailors and Sailors’ Women: An Untold Maritime History by David Cordingly
but women NEVER GOT TO DO ANYTHING AWESOME IN THEM DARK AGES!!! IT IS KNOWN
Ay yo, it’s my home girl icantaloupewyou's birthday, go and say happy birthday to her 'cause y'all think I'm awesome so there.
Happy birthday girl!
A Primer for Paleo Illustrators
Women of DC by Logan Faerber
Jackson and Liam have the same eyes as young Peter. I can’t believe that I just noticed this.
I’ve been hearing about how people think that Jackson is/was Peter’s son. But, Colton left so that’d be the answer to that.Jackson was basically a mini Peter. He was sarcastic, smart, observing, rich, douchey, and just full of sass!
A lot of people think Liam is a born werewolf and I’m starting to believe that as well. Liam does have a few character traits that resemble Peter.sterekmetaI love your posts and the information you give and I would love to hear your thoughts on this.
So if we find out that Liam is Peter’s son I will not be surprised.
When they first presented Sprayberry as a new cast member, the first thing I posted was “Meet the newest Hale, Peter’s son.”
If you want to play with the visuals, compare Sprayberry with Michael Fjordbak. The casting director deserves all kinds of awards, because Damn! For a bunch of unrelated strangers, the resemblance is nothing less than amazing.
And that matters.
Something I say daily (new followers will learn this quickly) is that what Teen Wolf shows is ALWAYS more important then what it says. Always. Every time. And it’s surprising how often the visuals don’t match up with the dialog. But it’s never accidental.
So as soon as you see that a young man looks so much like Peter, and pair that immediately with the fact we know he has a child- the answer is obvious.
Jeff hate’s spoon feeding things to us. He wants us to figure out for ourselves what’s going on and what we should feel about it. The narrative was Scott and Allison were a beautiful example of young love. The truth was that they did love each other, but some of their behaviors were problematic. Scott’s watching Allison through her window. His refusal to except that she was breaking up with him. (“I know we’ll be together.”) And his not insignificant lying through omission, were all pointing to a very different story than ‘Glorious young love’. And once Scott’s father enters the scene, it gets more disturbing, because we learn that these are behaviors that the Agent committed.
There are so many example like that, and I’ve drifted really far from Liam and Peter. I apologize for that. But I do very much believe that Liam is a Hale. Which is good, because frankly, there’s not enough of them.
And thank you for the kind words! That was such a nice thing to wake up to.
dont you ever try to pull this shit with me I will stab you
Anonymous asked: Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead.
On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it.
In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern.
The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead.
It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost.
"It was just a joke, quite being so sensitive."
"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."
"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."
Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony.
People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin.
People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them.
You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.
Soo Sunny Park (b. Seoul, Korea) - Unwoven Light at Rice University’s Rice Gallery in Houston, Texas. Composed of 37 individual sculptural units, the installation uses iridescent plexi-glass embedded in pieces of a chain link fence to cast shimmering, colorful reflections across the spacious gallery.
If this ever gets taken down before I see it…