Concept: pink-haired Kubdels meeting pink-haired Agrestes meeting pink-haired Bourgeoises in a Pink Hair Movement meeting with Alix Kubdel as the president.
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tips for people making identity flags: whether it looks pretty should be THE LAST thing on your list of priorities if you want it to be taken seriously as a flag
the first thing on your list should be: could I make an actual flag out of this, as in, physically sewing together strips of fabric? and if I can, would it be difficult or prohibitively expensive to do so and still have it be identifiable?
some things that will make it harder to do this:
- multiple shades of the same color. the trans flag works because there are only three colors and they are all distinct from each other (pink, light blue, and white). I could conceivably go out and buy any shade of pink and light blue to make a physical trans flag and still have it be identifiable as a trans flag.
- if instead I had to buy seven shades of blue, that would mean not only having to be sure that each shade was separate and distinct (I couldn’t just get any old blue), but also having to buy seven yards of fabric or seven skeins of yarn or seven skeins of embroidery thread. even if this were possible (for example, at most yarn stores it’s hard to find even two different shades of blue yarn in the same brand and size, let alone seven), it’s stupidly expensive.
- also, side note: different shades of the same color are also not great for people who are colorblind.
- colors that are uncommon. the hot pink stripe was removed from the original pride flag because it was hard to find hot pink fabric. colors that are easy to obtain are better for flags because they are more available. it would be hard to find yarn that DOESN’T come in the asexual pride flag colors (black, grey, white, and purple). colors like lilac, mauve, chartreuse, or peach are far more uncommon and likely would have to be specially dyed or ordered.
- rule of thumb: the larger the box of crayola crayons needed to draw your flag, the less likely it is that someone will be able to physically make your flag. 8-count box? awesome. 72-count? not great.
- too many unique colors. the rainbow flag gets a pass on this because they were specifically going for a rainbow, and nowadays it is common to get fabric, yarn, or thread specifically in pre-made rainbow colors. none of the rest of you get a pass. the more unique colors you have, the more skeins of yarn I’m going to need to buy.
- notice that I’m not saying you can’t have more than a couple of stripes. the trans flag has five stripes; however, it has only three unique colors. most other flags have no more than four stripes if each stripe is a unique color (the ace flag, the nonbinary flag, and the proposed new lesbian flag, among others).
like, please, by all means, go out and make new flags. but please be aware of what flags are for. they’re not meant to stay only on the internet - they’re meant to be seen and used by a lot of different people, and that means making them accessible. please take this into account in your designs.
Can I take this opportunity to plug one of my favorite things? Ted Kaye of the North American Vexillological Association has a set of 5 principles for good flag design which are basically gospel in the flag nerd community. They are:
- Keep It Simple. The flag should be so simple that a child can draw it from memory.
- Use Meaningful Symbolism. The flag’s images, colors, or patterns should relate to what it symbolizes.
- Use 2 or 3 Basic Colors. Limit the number of colors on the flag to three which contrast well and come from the standard color set.
- No Lettering or Seals. Never use writing of any kind or an organization’s seal.
- Be Distinctive or Be Related. Avoid duplicating other flags, but use similarities to show connections.
None of these are set in stone and many good flags break at least one, but they can help put you on the right path. For more info check out the full Good Flag, Bad Flag pamphlet here: https://nava.org/good-flag-bad-flag/
Hope I’m not too far out of my lane here. I’m just a straight who likes flags and wants everybody to have well-designed ones.
No, no, I appreciate this! I’ve seen the 5 principles before and I probably should have mentioned them in my post. XD
I sell a lot of pride flags on my stand and THIS is so important.
SuperPhantom Week Day 3: Minor Characters
Title: Set My Mind to Wandering
Characters: Dani Phantom, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, a trio of shitty hunters
Word Count: ~1600
Excerpt: The girl blinks up at her owlishly. Even in the smoke-thick air Jo can see the bruise-colored bags under her eyes–hell of a color too, her eyes, if Jo can make ‘em out so cleanly. Pale blue. Cornflower blue. Dorothy’s gingham dress blue. With her black hair a mess of bangs and a long, slim ponytail, she’s a sight for sure, but Jo doesn’t doubt the clench of her jaw when she scowls. Runaways that make it this far never make it by luck alone.
AO3 Link:here!
FFN Link:here!
Ah, this one wanted to be a lot longer, but I just didn’t have the time. Oh well.
Let me tell you about one of my high school friends’ old Dungeons and Dragons PCs.
Olaf Olafson was your pretty straightforward Northman Barbarian type. Huge, strong, pale, red-haired and with a tremendous beard. What made Olaf special was the little things.
Despite living in a world with clerical magic, demons, and other powerful alignment-based Outsiders, Olaf was an atheist. This was because his people believed the last world had already ended and the gods went with it (basically post-Ragnarok). All that was left were ‘spirits’. Powerful spirits. Who could grant deific magic. But they weren’t gods, and you didn’t have to worship them- in fact you shouldn’t, because it would just inflate their already swollen egos.
Despite being an enormous, frightening, powerful man with dubious hygeine and a propensity for going literally berserk in combat, Olaf was a gentle fellow in towns and villages, had a deep fondness for small fluffy animals and children, and was a generous tipper.
Olaf liked to drink. Not mead, but wine. He liked to sip it. It made him feel ‘civilized’. He never drank it quickly enough to get drunk. His meals almost invariably consisted of “Wine. Meat. Cheese.” Which was what he would order in literally every tavern. They’d ask him to clarify, what sort of wine? What sort of meat? What sort of- Olaf would raise a hand and repeat, slowly, as if to a fool: “Wine. Meat. Cheese.”
Olaf spoke broken common, more or less Hulk-speak, referred to himself in the third person almost exclusively, all that fun stuff. Then we had a story arc where I sent them up to Olaf’s homeland, where everyone spoke ‘Northman’ or whatever the hell I called it. While up there, he was incredibly fluent. Even poetic. “My brothers! I have returned from the decadent lands of the south, bearing riches and glory, and tales of great deeds!” The other players caught on and talked like a pack of movie Frankensteins, barely able to communicate in the foreign tongue.
For a long time, Olaf was the most financially stable member of the party. Because he bought a tavern in their home-base-town, hired the senior barmaid/waitress lady to be the manager, and funneled the profits back into the business. He kept his adventuring money and his tavern money separate, except when he would sometimes spend adventuring money to expand the tavern.
There’s not a lot to do in 3rd edition with skill ranks when you’re a barbarian, so eventually Olaf sank a point into Healing on a lark. A few sessions later, they captured an important enemy NPC, but he’d lost an arm in the fighting and was about to die. Their cleric had been captured and their NPC paladin wasn’t around, either. There was no magical healing available, and no one else had any ranks in healing. The dude was about to die, and take with him the knowledge of where their friends had been taken. Olaf- with a single rank in Healing I remind you -offered to save his life in exchange for the location, and the guy agreed. Olaf then stuck a sword in the fire, said “Olaf see this once,” and cauterized the wound.
It worked, of course. I didn’t even make him roll. I was too busy trying not to piss myself laughing. “Olaf see this once.” Jesus Christ.
I think makeup companies ought to rework their branding if a shade of foundation literally called “alabaster” is too dark to match my complexion.
Some name ideas for extremely-pale makeup colors:
-Ghostbusted
-He’s Dead, Jim
-Exsanguinated
-Pierrot the Clown
-Articulated Medical Skeleton
-Nosferatu
-Shelob Envenomation
-Giant Isopod
-Cave Salamander
there’s understandable lack of consensus on whether or not vlad is supposed to be conventionally attractive or not but i gotta say my favorite interpretation is that he’s easy on the eyes at first but the longer you look at him the more you can tell something’s not quite right
like he’s pale enough to maybe just land on the worrisome side of the pallor spectrum, and his eyes are kind of broody until you realize the circles under them probably shouldn’t be that dark, and maybe there’s a point where cheekbones shouldn’t be that sharp because the light just hit him where he looks like a skull??? also are pupils ever supposed to be that size
i’m very into the idea of that stepford wives-ish kind of vibe
sopheria-mathis asked:
I've got one for you; Danny IS the portal. That is your prompt, Agent.
lonleyghostposts answered:
Danny clenched his stomach has he collapsed onto the floor. His body was hot as fire, yet his skin was cold to the touch. his breath shook, and his body trembled. Pale pasty hands dragged a limp spazzing Danny across his parents cold dusty lab floor. his eyes wide with pain.. the pain..He has never felt so much pain before in his life.
Tears streamed down his blue broken eyes from the shear pain of 1000 volts that attacked his body a few minutes ago, his knees buckled, body shook, and spine felt as if it was lit on fire.
all he wanted was the pain to go away.
Resting his hot sweaty head on the cold floor Danny felt his guts squeeze down on it’s self. lifting his head up his eyes widen with wet tears as he cried out in a silent scream.
He try’d to call out to his parents, but instead of an echoed wail, he saw green ooze pooled from his mouth and onto the floor. he heaved out a ectoplasm choke as billions of tiny ghost swarmed out of him and into the lab. The heavy assault on his body felt like hours but in reality were only a few unforgiving seconds.
looking up at the swarm of ghost scatter through the curtain of black raven hair, Danny thought one thing before he passed out on the basement floor.
“What the hell just happened?”
I’m gonna be straight honest with you: imo, Miraculous Ladybug has a “WOW!!!” premise and character setup but “meh” execution, while Trollhunters has a “meh” character setup/premise but a “WOW!!!” execution
have y’all ever had communion bread that was just so….nasty? like i know we have to suffer as christians, but do we really need to have whole wheat bread as the body of christ?
my old church used hawaiian bread. my standards are high
Some old housemates of mine were Syrian Orthodox. At their church different members of the church took turns baking the bread that would be consecrated for the Eucharist. This was all well and good until one woman baked raisin bread. This led to the memorable occasion of a rather flustered priest, who had not seen the bread until that moment, declaring, “This - except for the raisins - is the Body of Christ.”
EXCEPT FOR THE RAISINS omg
Raisins are just dried grapes though, and wine is his blood so really its like a two in one shampoo & conditioner except with jesus
like a two in one shampoo & conditioner except with jesus
*Blows a kiss at a list of bad puns* For Danny Phantom <333
*Blows a kiss at the stars* For Danny Fenton <333
*Blows a kiss at a iPhone X* For Tucker Foley <333
*Blows a kiss at the environment* For Sam Manson <333
*Throws Packers jerseys and t-shirts into a pile of flames* To̵ ͡a̴͢pę̷͘a͏s̷e̢̛ t͝h͢e͞ ̷go̸̧d̵ ́͞Vl͏a̡̕di͜m̵i̕͠r̢҉͝ ̨M͢a̴̕s̴t̵e̸͞r̸̡s͡͡
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