I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me earlier that I could, in fact, conquer the ridiculously yellow pages of my sketchbook with things like this. I wish The Yellow Book was still around. I should publish my own.
This may have resolved my love/hate relationship with yellow art. Love.
“There was a world… Or was it all a dream?” - Helen of Troy, The Iliad
Exactly what it says on the tin but more safe for work than I'd like it to be.
The compulsive rebloggings and random thoughts of a sick queer feminist, filthy-minded, mid20s fandom nerd and seamstress in Chicago.
Body, sex work, asexual, queer, genderqueer, poly, dis/ability, chronic illness, etc etc friendly and rather vulgar.
Smut is Tums Spelled Backwards.
If you want my Harry Potter geekery, try Owls From Last Night
Also, I contribute valuable things to fandom