She got shot and is still on the job.
She got shot and is still on the job.
Hey, white Steven Universe fans. These are all the POC in the cast of Steven Universe. You notice how 3 of the 4 leads are WOC? Or how this is more than 2/3 of the extended cast of the show? Representation matters. Trying to litigate the racial background of these characters because you want to identify with them as white is fucking shitty. Stop it. White people are massively over-represented in TV shows and movies. We don’t need to steal back characters whose creators have deliberated coded as non-white.
Toesup cleans his pistol.
Black-hearted Pearl challenges some pirate lasses to build towers and win booty.
And the rest of us just roast in the desert heat.
A bit of Roll Boys Roll by Mick, Brant, and newcomer Brandon
OKAY SO TWO WEEKS AGO, I attended another event. Had to leave late on Friday because Uncle Lothar took a vacation day to help set upm which means he’s already at the site and unavailable to coach, so I have the fencing class to teach because he’s gone. Anyway, I drive 90 minutes out into the middle of NOWHERE I’M NOT JOKING, I went past the site several times because it was fucking pitch black out.
When I say nowhere, I mean like “we were somewhere around Barstow when the drugs began to take hold” nowhere.
And it’s…about midnight when I get there. No streetlights. GPS actually places me a bit farther down the road than I should be…
I was really scared. I wasn’t sure if any of my fellow privateers were still awake, and even then, I only have Lothar’s number, so I didn’t know if I should call anyone.
Since I had no idea where I was supposed to be, I thought I would just turn around and drive 90 minutes home and start out again when it was daylight.
As I turned the car around, the headlights caught some reflective surface. It was a traffic cone. Luckily, my Honest Uncle John and Toesup were moving our trailer cones out near the park entrance because it occurred to them that NO ONE WOULD FUCKING SEE THE PARK ENTRANCE and I had never been so happy to see them.
They led me to safe parking, gave me some whiskey, and then I got to hang out with some of the other nightowls by the fire. Our old friend Mick was there (guy with dreds) and Brant (who gave me some rum), our musician.
The singer from the band in one of the photos also made himself right at home by our fire, but we have collectively agreed he is a racist asshole, so no names will be mentioned.
I elected to car camp this time. It was a little uncomfortable, but the cot in the main tent was hell on my Old Man Back.
The event, overall, was a commercial failure. It was supposed to be a fundraiser and I am prepared to say that for every paying customer there were 2 costumed participants. It was supposed to be a paying gig for us, but in the end, PRP agreed to only accept gas money for the people who had the longest hauls.
Toesup has the canons and railgun. He had quite a trek with a trailer. Honest Uncle John and Auntie Donna, too. They carry the communal tent, our props, our signs, our decorations, etc. and their own personal stuff.
We came to look at the event as our own private party. It’s always good to spend time with friends.
Besides, the real excitement always starts after the event is closed to the public. We did our potluck and gathered round the fire to sing songs and pass bottles around.
I FORGOT TO POST ABOUT THE PRIVATEER EVENT.
A couple weeks ago allison1710 reblogged a thing that said something along the lines of “reblog if you want someone to draw you” or something. i was like why not….
I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW WONDERFUL THIS IS! BEATCREEP, THANK YOU SO, SO VERY MUCH! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!
THANK YOU! :’D
Enjoying some fresh air and evening sun
Sure, kittens are cute and all..but what about the love and wisdom of old dogs?