I guess I should call it something.

The eccentric tomboy lives! Apparently pixie + pork pie hat =...

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 22:22:10 -0400

The eccentric tomboy lives! Apparently pixie + pork pie hat = super awesome.

caseylalonde: “Album Cover” commission for m’friend...

Sun, 19 Jun 2011 13:19:01 -0400

“Album Cover” commission for m’friend axelssonkatt.

The idea behind these is that instead of a typical character commission, I ask my commissioners to come up with an album of music that describes their character, and then I design an album cover based around those. It’s quite a fun experiment so far!

Here’s the album he put together for his character Axelsson there against the car:

“Outcast”

Thanks for the commission, Ry!

Higher rez on DA.

How much do you charge for these? I need one. o.o

So a deer walks into a bar...

Fri, 10 Jun 2011 07:28:17 -0400

caseylalonde:

oceanmaster:

axelssonkatt:

adriofthedead:

brekkerslovakia:

halfdeadbears:

twoleftshoes:

throughthehaze:

I don’t get it.

Gets me every time.

…this made my night better.

hafsdklasdlskdfsf;

Goddamnit, Casey, you can’t hold your liquor.

I can assure you that Casey is having the time of his life.

When he’s tipsy, everything is fucking rainbows.

WHEEEEEEE-

Operation Vulva Install continues

Sat, 04 Jun 2011 18:26:49 -0400

genderbitch:

I’m trying to find trans women who’ve funded GRS using student loans to ask them about how they did it. If I can jack enough loan money, I may be able to pull this off. I know I’ll be in even more debt but I’m in so much already that it’s really not a big change. It’s probably my only chance all things considered.

Reposting here - not that I know many folks in this situation but it’s worth a short for the signal boost.

Reposted because i forgot to set the “public”...

Sun, 22 May 2011 13:50:07 -0400

Reposted because i forgot to set the “public” flag.

I can’t emphasize the comfort level enough - this surgery has changed the way I interact with the world. I feel like I belong now.

Of course, I pay the price in pain and discomfort. :)

I can’t emphasize the comfort level enough - this surgery...

Sun, 22 May 2011 13:13:51 -0400

I can’t emphasize the comfort level enough - this surgery has changed the way I interact with the world. I feel like I belong now.

Of course, I pay the price in pain and discomfort. :)

Rapture Flash Fiction: "God's Twinkling Eyes"

Sat, 21 May 2011 10:53:02 -0400

I’m so going to hell for this story. The idea came to me last night and my friends demand I take a swing at it.

God’s Twinkling Eyes

Nicky threw open the hatch on their semi trailer’s tank and held his head to one side. The air filled with acrid smells: rot, flesh, vitriolic acid. The fluid trickled into a thick, yellow cloud that wrapped around the hatch’s entrance, burning long furrows into the metal there. Later, this truck would be sent to the junkyard and crushed by the Archbishop’s crew, then buried by the Friars of His Holiest Landfill and Organic Avocado Farm, never to be seen again.

Canioli - Cain to his friends in The Family - carried a small boy over his shoulder. the boy was stone cold dead, just like every other member of the small Church of St. Mary’s Grace was going to be in a few hours, transubstantiated by Christ’s postassium cyanide-laced blood. The building smelled of feces and incense mixed tobether. “We have the cops paid off for another twenty minutes, boss. You want me and the boys should start bringing bodies!”

“They have to be naked!” Nicky spat. “Do I have to do everything myself? Take off their clothes, leave them in the pews, and _then_ bring their bodies to the truck! This is the rapture, not a hit. We have to leave something behind.” Of this the Church made sure to emphasize. The priest that contracted them had a bone-chilling way of doing it, too: “Remember, we exist around the world. If you so much as breathe wrong, you will be saved.” Then the old man crossed himself and kissed his ring as if annointing the sick.

Nicky still got chills from it.

“Sorry, boss. Not used to the protocol.” Cain was wearing gloves, just like every other handyman they’d brought for the job. Usualy they were cracking drug dealers, stool pigeons. Working for the Church was a new experience entirely. Not that they minded; variety is the spice of life where murder is concerned. One can only do so many cement shoes before it stops being interesting.

“Ten minutes, then we roll. Women and children first, then pick the guys that look like they were nice people. If we don’t get to them all people’ll just think they were bad men.”

“Got it, boss.” Cain poked his head back into the building, screamed something in Italian, and within seconds the handymen were hauling bodies two at a time to the trailer like so many potato sacks, tossing them through the hole. Hydrogen and burnt skin filled the air with fumes. Nicky threw on a respirator and tried not to dissect the orchestra of odors hitting his nose.

Besides, he couldn’t get to comfortable here. Soon they’d get another call, another church asking for disposal services, another chunk of change paid to the fuzz while Nicky and his mob cleaned up the souls that’d be saved by the morning news the next morning. One way or another, God’s eyes would twinkle for the rapture.

Photo

Fri, 13 May 2011 13:12:02 -0400

caseylalonde: roxorfoxor: It’s Lick-a-Smoker Week! Eve taking...

Fri, 13 May 2011 07:35:29 -0400

caseylalonde:

roxorfoxor:

It’s Lick-a-Smoker Week!

Eve taking a big ol’ slurp of Julian’s face there. No comment. :O

—-

Just something I’m not likely to actually finish, so I’ll throw what’s done up here.

Oh lawdy yes.

caseylalonde: burupaparu: I have now discovered that there can...

Wed, 11 May 2011 20:17:08 -0400

caseylalonde:

burupaparu:

I have now discovered that there can be no music worse than this.

We have officially found the bottom. There is nothing lower than this.

THE RAPPERS AT THE END.

Guys. This transcends bad. It is, point of fact, so bad as to be good.

sarahmac1987: notforallthewealthofcaesar: thefistofartemis: th...

Tue, 26 Apr 2011 20:35:05 -0400

sarahmac1987:

notforallthewealthofcaesar:

thefistofartemis:

this illustration is creepy.

this illustration and the bad puns does not make me want to get sexy.
advertising fail

Tumblr you know I love you, but why do you insist on destroying my childhood sometimes :(

Ohgod.

Revision

Tue, 12 Apr 2011 03:35:27 -0400

The revision went well. I have never been awake for a surgery before - it was weird feeling the stitches go in. I got a couple dozen more holes poked into me and tied up in thread, as well as a lecture on dilation technique. (Apparently that may have ben the cause? I don’t know. THe language barrier is sometimes frustrating.)

In any case, rest for now. And tramidol. Definitely not forgetting the tramidol.

genderbitch: With most of my friends, even many of the ones on...

Sat, 09 Apr 2011 23:16:41 -0400

genderbitch:

With most of my friends, even many of the ones on tumblr.

If you have a half-dozen that start conversations with you, all the better. You can focus and give them the attention they deserve, for they are the friends who actually matter.

(and yes, i’m a bit of an introvert and quite picky about my friends.)

Just a silly little video while i’m resting.

Fri, 08 Apr 2011 06:01:01 -0400

Just a silly little video while i’m resting.

My hospital room view

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 21:59:22 -0400

My hospital room view

The Terrible C-Word - Oatmeal. Just trust me on this one and click through!

Wed, 30 Mar 2011 18:51:41 -0400

The Terrible C-Word - Oatmeal. Just trust me on this one and click through!

Notes from Korea

Mon, 28 Mar 2011 03:55:40 -0400

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The tables turn so quickly. Here, 12 hours out from Chicago, I am the only white girl in the world. This is a good thing.

There’s a certain magic to flying. It fucks with your frame of reference: step onto a plane, deal with some shaking, and 12 hours later you’re halfway across the world and wondering just how in the hell Dior and Birkenstock and Starbucks got to be so popular in the first place. Incheon is an incredible airport — nicer than many of the malls I’ve been around — and has an air about it that is at once familiar and confusing. Fashion is slightly different. Business, more communal. There are more clerks per customer here than I’ve ever seen in America.

I can’t say enough awesome things about Korean Air. It’s impossible to create a happy experience in coach but they did a good job of faking it. In four hours I’ll be in Bangkok. Can’t wait. There will be a warm bed waiting for me.

Notes while waiting for a transfer, part 1

Mon, 28 Mar 2011 03:55:22 -0400

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I’m here.

In and of itself this is a big statement. It’s been a long time coming but I’m finally on my way for GRS. I want to commemorate it in some way, and in many ways I have celebrated it more than I probably should. But now the celebrations are over, the preparations finished, and all that’s left is to sit in the O’Hare airport and wait until they start boarding. Two flights from now I’ll be in Thailand. Three days from now I’ll be laying on an OR table, waiting to go back to sleep.

People have asked why I went with a Thai doctor. The simplest answer is that a friend of mine did the same. I disagreed with her decision at the time but once she got back she couldn’t stop talking up Suporn’s work. I’ve heard from a few folks that you can’t really go wrong if you pick the top-tier folks but hearing a personal recommendation sold me on the doc.

Beside me a young Korean boy plays a Kirby game on his GBA. I’m sort of embarrassed that I know this just by the sounds coming from his game. I’d be playing my own games if I had wi-fi — too bad on that bit, really. Would love to play some TF2 right about now.

My mind is in a thousand different places right now. Partly I’m excited to arrive in Thailand, to explore the streets, take video, watch the world go by. Part of me is terrified of surgery in any form, and is dreading the actual surgery and recovery. Part of me is looking to four months from now, once everything heals and the pain is just another distant memory. Part of me is wanting to work on the novel behind this little diary window but knows it just won’t happen - my brain’s already filled to capacity and there will be no more room at the inn for more thoughts.

Priority one when I’m done with this surgery? Writing. I’ve got a story that is begging to head into draft and a novel that needs revision and publication. I’m ready to take that capital-W Writer mantle.

What I’m most excited about is being finally finished with the whole self-centered mess. It’s always been a problem of mine but lately the whole “I can’t think of you because I’m busy with me” thing has been a real impediment in my relationships. If I’ve annoyed the shit out of any of my friends, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Things will be better when I get home, I promise.

I’m just glad the emotional weight will be lifting sooner than later. Honest. Once this is all over I get to stop worrying about being trans and go back to being a woman. This sounds like a simple shift but it’s a big deal in my head.

caseylalonde: oceanmaster: A reptile, a bird, and a...

Sat, 26 Mar 2011 10:51:21 -0400

caseylalonde:

oceanmaster:

A reptile, a bird, and a fox??

Hank, Casey, is there something you guys have been meaning to tell me????

???????????????????????????? ??????????? ?????? ????????????? ?

Nope! <:

:> /

Yay drugs!

oceanmaster: Casey introduced me to The Go! Team. And everyone...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 08:36:04 -0400

oceanmaster:

Casey introduced me to The Go! Team.

And everyone can basically go home now.

Wait. They released a new album? I need this. O.O

(Has been following The Go! Team for _years_.)