Month: December 2012

ahahahahahahahahah

oh my god

this is… this is beautiful

one of our huntards doesn’t read the players notes on characters

and so he thinks shaka is being insulted by another player

when it’s just shaka being a dick because that’s his alt

So sometimes I have ridiculous and complex head canons. Frequently, they are influenced by outside sources, then twisted about to suit my own needs. 

This one started because of 188 Hugs (specifically part 6), wherein Toothiana’s little faerie helpers are nameless, and their relationship to Toothiana herself is compared to a bee hive. And then Jack (accidentally) named Baby Tooth, splitting her off from the “hive”, and giving her a personality and identity separate of Toothiana’s. 

In 188 Hugs, Baby wears a little snowsuit to keep warm and tends to stick to Jack’s side (or rather his hood). I proceeded to take it a touch further than that. 

As Baby is spending all of her time with Jack in the cold and snow, developing her identity, her personality quirks, and maybe even a touch of her own magic, she starts to adapt. Toothiana’s avian half is a hummingbird, but then Toothiana spends the majority of her time in warm climates. Baby develops thicker plumage and like in 188 Hugs, she starts growing bigger than her sisters. 

Every time she molts, a few more green feathers turn blue or white, until her markings resemble the birds that live around Jack’s pond year round: blue jays. (because blue reminds her of Jack, and they’re quite pretty birds) Her fairy wings don’t change, however. They’re still the bright iridescent shades her mother sports, and the green and gold crown feather remains as another tie back to Toothiana. 

Her teeth collecting days are hardly behind her; she’s just normally found picking up the teeth lost during winter (mis)adventures (or hockey matches. Those Canadian kids play pretty rough when there’s no one around to stop them!)

She’s a bit of Jack, a bit of Toothiana, but all Baby Tooth.

Like I said, I get carried away from time to time.

Back in 2007 I had my hair cut (and dyed, actually) like this:

I’m super tempted to get it cut like this (or even a little shorter) again. Only problem is that I still don’t know if I’m going to get a call back to be an extra in a movie set in 1920s Alaska. It’s filming January – April, so it’s still possible that I’ll be called up and brought in.

And while my current length (chin) is 1920s chic, I don’t think hair as short as I want to go is :/

marjorinestotch:

imagerennegades replied to your post: it turns out i’m one of the youngest people in…

I’ve given up on figuring out ages. Erryone is younger than me, thats all I need to remember. hmm, actually I think there’s quite a few 14-17 year olds, but the only one I know for sure is Crocus.

yeah i think she’s the same age as me??? or at least close idk 

and have you noticed that it seems like the youngest people are like 400x more mature than the older people because i have and it’s fucking weird 

I could like… send her a text message and maybe wake her up and ask her but I won’t because that’s mean.

Like I said, I don’t really pay attention to ages ‘cause quite literally everyone is younger than me (even my homestuck friends who aren’t part of calgarystuck are younger than me. PROSE [fist shake]). The only things I notice when it comes to calgarystuck and maturity is when people are not behaving maturely; ie: running around and making a nuisance of themselves and adding to the negative reputation of homestuck cosplayers. 

Then I just want to facepalm and pretend that being 27 means I don’t have to acknowledge we’re part of the same fandom… ¬¬

haha oh man

my Jack cosplay is going to be like 200 times better when I have an actual wig and we don’t have to try and work around my blunt-cut bangs (and the ponytail). 

And when my staff is actually finished.

and also when it’s not 20 below so I can take my boots off (I’ll take the bright red nail polish off before then, I swear), but also run around in the snow because this is Calgary and we have chinooks.

I wonder how badly my parents would kill me if I went up onto the icy roof while barefoot?

Pretty sure the “I’m 27, I can do whatever I want” excuse won’t fly then.