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Ace Sophie Headcanons

dwarven-beard-spores:

@booksaresacredspew asked for these so here we go!

Ace Sophie who resigned herself to an eventual sex life in the same way she accepted her eventual marriage and eventual failure seeking her fortune, without bothering to think about what she actually wanted. But just because it’s going to happen someday doesn’t mean it has to happen now, and she comes up with reasons why she’s not dating anybody, why she hasn’t kissed anyone yet, why she’s not putting herself out there. 

Ace Sophie who feels threatened by people finding her attractive and dressing as blandly and unflatteringly as possible. If no one takes interest in her because she dresses like an old woman, so much the better. Howl notices her anyway, and it’s terrifying. Who is much more comfortable as an old woman and doesn’t have to worry about people’s eyes on her, or misunderstanding sexual references and intentions. 

Ace Sophie who can’t help jabbing at Howl as he moons about over Lettie. “I hope you aren’t only planning on sleeping with her. You can’t just assume a girl wants that.” Howl replies “you wound me,” in such a dramatic way that Sophie can’t tell if he’s serious or not, and it makes her crosser than ever. 

Ace Sophie who’s anger about falling in love with Howl is partly fueled by the fact that, she’s certain, if they do end up together and do think about sex, one or the other is going to be miserable. Easier to fry Howl with deadly weed killer than deal with that.

Ace Sophie who transforms back into a young woman, who’s so swept up in the moment that she almost forgets to be afraid, who is overjoyed to hug Howl, to be free of their respective curses, who sleeps soundly in her own corner that night, and several nights after. 

Ace Sophie who’s full of pent up frustration because she doesn’t know how to talk to Howl about this, who screws up her courage and ends up announcing in the middle of a completely unrelated conversation that “I don’t want to sleep with you,” and then, in the space it takes Howl to open his mouth, add “and you’re such a self-centered brat that I bet you think it’s about you, but you’re wrong.” Who scowls as Howl turns that over and asks a few questions and finally says “But you still adore me, don’t you?” 

“Of course, you idiot,” Sophie replies. 

“Well, that’s all right then.”

Ace Sophie who develops all sorts of non-sexual intimacy with Howl, from hugging and cuddling, to her brushing his hair, to him peppering her shoulders with kisses to get her to relax. Who hold hands and sit on and swat at each other. Who cast complicated spells together and at each other, who set entirely more things on fire than intended, who become one of the most powerful couples in Ingary.

Ace Sophie. 

Queer HMC: Howl I Sophie 1 . 2 I Michael I Lettie

leveragehunters:

This post here? It’s wrong. I’ve seen it way too many times now and it’s scaring people off what could maybe be a viable alternative to Tumblr.

The facts are that DeviantArt has Terms of Service and Terms of Submission/the Submission policy (the latter you must agree to when you submit art) and they clearly state you retain ownership of your copyright and DeviantArt can’t sell anything without your consent.

The Terms of Service. 

  1. From Clause Four, Copyright: …DeviantArt does not claim
    ownership rights in your works or other materials posted by you to
    DeviantArt (Your Content). 
  2. Clause 16, Copyright in Your Content: DeviantArt does not claim
    ownership rights in Your Content. For the sole purpose of enabling us to
    make your Content available through the Service, you grant to
    DeviantArt a non-exclusive, royalty-free license to reproduce,
    distribute, re-format, store, prepare derivative works based on, and
    publicly display and perform Your Content.     [note: the sole sole purpose of this clause is to literally allow
    DeviantArt to operate its sites/services and provide you with its services. This is a very standard clause. It
    does not give them the right to do anything else.]

The Terms of Submission:

These are what the extracts in the post that’s circulating are from. What the screenshotted and linked post is, crucially, missing (apart from accurate interpretation of the clauses) is that the Terms of Submission are ONLY about DeviantArt’s use of the Artist Materials on the DeviantArt Site(s). They’re not a Wild West free for all for DeviantArt to do whatever it wants. The agreement is for a specific purpose and clauses must be read in light of that purpose.

That licence you grant in clause 3 to:

“(b) display, copy, reproduce, exhibit, publicly perform,
broadcast, rebroadcast, transmit, retransmit, distribute through any
electronic means (including analog and digital) or other means, and
electronically or otherwise publish any or all of the Artist Materials,
including any part of them, and to include them in compilations for
publication, by any and all means and media now known or not yet known
or invented ; c) to modify, adapt, change or otherwise alter the Artist
Materials (e.g., change the size) and use the Artist Materials as
described in Section 3(b); and d) the right to sublicense to any other person or company
any of the licensed rights in the Artist Materials, or any part of them,
subject to the terms and conditions of this Agreement.”

is very long and very scary looking, but most of it is standard guff and it all only applies to DeviantArt doing stuff necessary to use your art on its Sites. This means DeviantArt doing whatever’s necessary to your art so that you can do what you want with it on the Sites (eg offering prints for sale). It also means that DeviantArt may possibly use your art to promote,
advertise or market the DeviantArt Sites, because this is specifically permitted by clause 3(f), but they can only use it to promote the DeviantArt Sites, not anything else.

This might be things like: create thumbnails for your gallery or make video compilations to showcase DeviantArt as a site or create best of promotional posts or maybe feature your art on the front page (I’m not sure how DeviantArt functions so I’m extrapolating possibilities from my knowledge of other websites). All of those actions, from gallery thumbnails, to creating prints someone has ordered from you, to creating a ‘best of’ post require them to copy and/or alter your art in some way. Which they need you to give them a licence for, because you own the copyright.

Which is clearly set out in clause 2 of those very same Terms of Submission:

Ownership. Artist at all times retains all right, title and interest
in and to the Artist Materials provided by Artist hereunder (including,
without limitation, the copyrights in and to the Artist Materials),
subject to the non-exclusive rights in the licenses granted to
DeviantArt under this Agreement. Artist is free to grant similar rights
to others during and after the Term of this Agreement.

Remember, the only right/licence you’ve given them is the right to use your art to give you what you want from their Sites and the right/licence to
possibly

use it to promote their site. You own the copyright, you own your art and even while it’s uploaded to DeviantArt you’re free to sell that copyright to whoever you want.

And no, DeviantArt explicitly cannot use your work commercially/sell etc your work without your consent, they say so right here in clause 5:

Limitation Of Rights The rights and licenses granted to DeviantArt under
sections 3 and 4 of this Agreement require DeviantArt to obtain Artist
consent before DeviantArt makes any commercial agreement with anyone
else to separately buy, license, re-sell or re-publish or commercially
use any Artist Materials not in association with DeviantArt but as an
individual work of art or as a group of works from a single Artist in
isolation from any other works.

TL;DR DeviantArt does not steal your art, they do not steal your copyright, they cannot sell your art. If you use DeviantArt you still own your art and you still own your copyright.

Also: this has been clearly and thoroughly debunked here quite some time ago: No, DeviantArt is Not Selling Your Art to Hot Topic

Please stop spreading misinformation, especially now when artists are looking for new homes. I’m not
saying DeviantArt is good–I have no idea, for all I know they could be
the devil, but if they are the devil it’s not because they’ll steal your art and sell it. It’s not because you sign right and title to your art over to them when you make an account and upload it.

Given the current circumstances, they may in fact be a viable alternative to Tumblr. Again, I don’t know, that’s a decision each person will need to make on their own, but at least make it based on the right information.

Source: leveragehunters

jezi-belle:

trashgender-neurotica:

telegantmess:

lauraannegilman:

rudolf-rokkr:

wodneswynn:

Without a doubt, whiteness is a bigger enemy of “white culture” than anything else.

As for me, if I had to name my ethnicity, I guess I’m German-American; and once upon a time, that used to really *mean* something, used to be something deeper and more meaningful than Lutheran church and polka music and pretending to give a shit about soccer. There used to be extended families, schools, Sprachenbund, festivals, distinct communities, all that good stuff, but that’s all gone now. “Now it is just another someplace where automobiles live,” as Herr Vonnegut once said. And it’s the same story with Irish, Hungarian, Swedish, Italian, Norwegian, Russian, et cetera and so forth immigrants to this brokedick country; there used to be rich, vibrant communities of European immigrants and the children of European immigrants that kept alive art, music, folklore, language, all that good stuff, that said loudly and proudly, “We are here, and this is who we are.”

That’s all gone now. Nowadays, ethnicity within whiteness is just an excuse to drink expensive beer at a folk festival once a year. And people of color didn’t do that, naw, the dominant WASP society did that, and we were complicit in going along with it, because we benefited materially from it, nevermind what we had to give up along the way. They’ll try to sell you a bill of goods about how integration did this; it’s actually the opposite.

White pride is not cultural pride because whiteness is not a culture; whiteness is the Borg. The truth is that white-identitarianism is how come I never got the opportunity to learn Diets on my Oma’s knee.

It’s stuffy and takes a long time to set up and is more reading than anyone feels like doing but Rudolf Rocker’s Nationalism and Culture is a huge-ass take on basically this by other means.

As a Jewish person who married into an Irish-German-Geek family, this is scarily accurate.  They were astonished that my family had this entire side-culture that had nothing to do with America OR really to do with religion, but was entirely about being Jewish (culture) – music and food and jokes and language.  They had no traditions that were specifically German or Irish or Greek (or even any celebration of that particular blending).  My husband didn’t even have the (to me) expected smattering of German or Greek words in his vocabulary, and had no knowledge of the cuisines.

Even their Christmas traditions were kind of… homogenized Americana.

I have felt this strongly for a very very long time.

I have nothing of my Greek or Hungarian backgrounds, and almost nothing of my Jewish background because to earn whiteness, my family shed its cultures, its languages, its stories, and its everything. What I have of those things, I have had to excavate myself and there is so much that I don’t have the tools to access. Whiteness is like a gaping wound in my identity, its a sucking void that prevents me from finding the ground of my history to put my feet on.

whiteness requires that we do violence to ourselves in order to access it, there should be no surprise that it is expressed through diverting and amplifying that violence outward.

I experience whiteness as violence, and I genuinely do not understand how other white people find a place within it, and doubt that any of us do.

and maybe this is the source of white insecurity, the instinctual knowledge that we are trying to exist in a non-space, a space of lack, an emptiness. We defend whiteness because we live in a world that tells us that it will keep us safe, when we know on a gut level that the shield is made of cardboard, that the protection it affords is barely more than a placebo.

Whiteness is a poison. we can choose to counter it with an antidote, or we can poison ourselves and those around us for the appearance of safety. 

Whiteness = Cultural Bleach

I’m more Scottish than I am Lebanese, and I only have a cultural connection to one of those.

fuckingconversations:

superherogrl:

chaoskyan:

I grew up hearing the phrase “you never stick with anything, what’s the point” a lot. I’ve always been attracted towards seemingly disconnected interests, and gone through phases of being really into something. But eventually my interest would fade and I would move onto something else. 

Or at least that’s always how it’s been phrased for me, by others. Now I realize that my interest for the old thing didn’t fade so much as my interest for something new outshined it, and that’s vastly different. 

I was always made to feel bad about it, with every abandoned endeavour I was told I needed to stop starting things if I wasn’t going to stick with them. I was told I was wasting time and money picking up these random interests and abandoning them after a year. 

So eventually, I stopped picking things up. I told myself “what’s the point, I’m going to give up in a year anyway”. Even worse, I started dismissing every new interest, because I had no way of knowing if my interest was “real” enough or just another passing phase. I stopped trying new things, I stopped looking up stuff that piqued my curiosity, and having chronic depression made it really easy to leave everything on the dirty floor of neglected ideas. The more they piled up, the more depressing it was. All these things that could be nice, but I just can’t take care of them. 

I realize now how bullshit that kind of thinking is. So what if I stopped doing karate after a year? That’s one more year of karate than most people I know. And in that year I learned discipline, I learned to listen to a teacher, something I had never done before in all my years of private education. I learned the true meaning of respect, that it’s something you do out of faith at first and maintain as it’s reciprocated, not something you do blindly and regardless of how you’re treated. 

It gave me the foundation for the determination and grounding I needed to practice yoga. Another year. Not enough to be good at it maybe, but again a year more than most people I know and a year that is not lost, but gained. I learned balance, I learned to listen to my body, I learned how to let go of emotional tightness through physical stretching. 

And then iaido, only a few weeks because I couldn’t afford to keep going. The year of yoga I had done a couple years previous had given me a better starting point than the other newcomers to the class. I already had balance, I had strength in my legs and I had better posture. In those months I learned the importance of precision, the true definition of efficacy, the zen state that is incessant repetition. 

Did I practice long enough to get good at iaido, and yoga, and karate? No. Of course not. It takes years to become proficient and decades to master any of those things, but I learned other skills and those skills were an invaluable part of my growth both spiritually and emotionally. Likewise for my forays into painting, sewing, graphic design, film. I’m a photography student now heading into my second year of school, and every single second of practice I have in those other disciplines has given me more experience in those areas and made learning easier. 

Skills carry over. They intersect and connect in ways that are sometimes unexpected. Nothing is ever lost, experience is never a waste of time or worthless or stupid. Allow your focus to wander, reflect on what you learn, and consider how you can keep using it in other aspects of your life. Stop telling people their interests aren’t worth their time. 

‘A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one’

^^^^The real jack of all trades quote if anyone’s i interested.

For a week I was super into making LED arrays. 

For a few months I was really into costume makeup. 

For a year I was into sewing clothes

For a few months I was into sculpting and molding and casting

I’ve always had a sustained interest in animals, but the hyperfocus on birds in particular made me very familiar with feather formations. 

Couple months I loved the idea of engineering moving sculptures. 

Add all that together, and hot diggity shit, that’s some SOLID basework for making costumes, cosplay, and other impressive props.

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For a week I was into welding and took a welding class.

A year of interest in woodworking and fiddling with the tools means I’m fairly good at that as well. 

Add that to the engineering from earlier and the focus on balance and stable structures means I can make my own furniture – Couches, shelves, desks, just give me the material and tools and I can make it happen. 

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Brief interest in business law meant two classes taken in college, and an accidental qualification for a business degree. 

Those same classes let me point out some serious litigation bait in a friend’s startup company. 

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A wide array of interests means I also have a TON of little nitpicky facts about how the world works, which translates into amazing immersive writing. 

I know how it feels to use a chisel, and the delicate precision of electronics. I know the smell of forests and barns and old yarn being put to use again. The bloody smell of a freshly slaughtered chicken, and the anticipatory fear moments before skydiving. 

The pattern of a bad weld and a good one, and the careful calculation of load bearing walls when building underground. 

Anyway, this world is HUGE and really cool. Why on earth would I want to stick to learning ONE thing, when there’s HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of things I could learn?

maltedmilkchocolate:

Time blindness is the weirdest aspect of executive dysfunction and so weird as an experience to live with.

It’s like you see the clock, the clock says 3pm, you look at the clock again and it’s 3:02, then 3:05, and then you look again and it’s 8pm and WHAT THE FUCK.

You don’t even need hyperfocus. But hyperfocus is like the Warp Speed:tm: version cause when that hits, it’s 3pm and then it’s the next day and why is the sun rising and when did i last eat and oh god i need to use the bathroom. And oh, also, you’re EXHAUSTED. The act of your brain tunnel visioning on something drains you (but that’s another topic).

Time blindness is…. having the general knowledge that today is Wednesday, and you need to do something on Thursday. Thursday is logically tomorrow, but the mysterious void of time is like ‘that’s like next week or something.’ 

It’s knowing you have to do something in three weeks on the 21st. And as the days creep closer, the 21st is stuck in a constant state of still being 3 weeks away, despite the fact it’s now tomorrow.

It’s wild. ADHD is literally living in a constant state of “There is Now. And there is Later.” and there’s no in between; no dates, no times; no hours, weeks, or months. It’s just Now and Later, and oh god why is is X o’clock already!?