This is one of the reasons I love cheerys storyline so much, because the concept of a giant troll pointing a siege weapon at a transphobe makes my trans heart light up with joy
[ID: pen art of Detritus leaning down to point at a dwarf, saying “I know dat word he said to her. It is not a nice word. I do not want to hear dat word again.” next to Detritus is Cheery, looking pleased. end ID.]
This is one of the reasons I love cheerys storyline so much, because the concept of a giant troll pointing a siege weapon at a transphobe makes my trans heart light up with joy
The Dead Tree Series isn’t dead…it’s been only sleeping then over the Spring and Summer it reawakened when I found the spooky woods in Richmond Park. I thought I’d post these before Halloween (don’t worry it wont be a 16,000 word tome like the first Jurassic Jaunt..ouch!)! These gnarled twisty old trees are sandwiched between the eastern side of Isabella Plantation and the Coronation…
Make way for one of Discworld’s saddest scenes at all, ladies and gentlemen.
“A shadow appeared in the doorway.
Detritus walked in.
They looked at the limp shape in his hands. He laid it carefully on a bench, without saying a word, and went and sat in a corner. While the others gathered round the mortal remains of Acting-Constable Cuddy, the troll removed his homemade cooling helmet and sat staring at it, turning it over and over in his hands.” - Men at arms.
“Can’t one of you get him a blanket or something?” Cuddy said. “A very fat man said, “Huh? Who’d use a blanket after it had been on a troll?” “Hah, yes, good point” said Cuddy. He glanced at the five holes in Detritus’ breastplate. They were at about head height, for a dwarf.
I’m rereading some Watch books, so it seemed appropriate for me to try to draw one of my favourite duos again. I love Detritus and Cuddy’s friendship so goddamn much.
[ID: pen art of Detritus leaning down to point at a dwarf, saying “I know dat word he said to her. It is not a nice word. I do not want to hear dat word again.” next to Detritus is Cheery, looking pleased. end ID.]
A very difficult film to sit through, as is the case with many of Allan King’s films, but a rewarding experience in the end. Warrendale offers a disturbing and disquieting look at children put through hell and worse in a home for those with behavioral and developmental problems. King deviates from acceptable documentary conventions and instead finds truth in a verite style which makes the experience more cinematic than perhaps this narrative should be. In fact, King’s mere presence so close to the subjects does make me question where his motivations were during the making of this film. If his aim was to bring Warrendale down to its knees, he was in part culpable in the systematic abuse taking place within its walls, for framing the story as less an observational piece and more of a character melodrama. Story aside, King’s formalism here is doubly effective, both in the grotesque closeups of mental anguish and the black and white, scratched-up stock; both add up to an audibly disorienting nightmare that not only hurts to think about, but is still a horrible reality in some parts of the world today.
sooo after about 3 years of not posting art on here I think it’s time I start again! I’ve dove head first back into one of my first fandom loves - discworld! and I think tumblr is the best home for all my conceptual scribbles, so this is just a bit of a warning for those following me of what content to expect for the foreseeable future (though I’m sure fantasy gays will still be dotted around). if that’s not your bag that’s totally understandable, and if it is well enjoy the next wee while of me slowly uploading the last few months worth of discworld fan art! here’s a sketch dump from across a handful of the books to get us started.
