Noah Transblog

The fourth weapon from my Orientation Armory series – Spear Queer! 

(Yes I love me a good rhyming weapon phrase)

The first rainbow design! I had a TON of fun drawing chrysanthemums for this one. And designing a suitably rainbow spear, of course.

Choose your weapon and wield it with pride!

The seventh “weapon” in the Orientation Armory–CAST IRON PAN!

This one goes out to every single message I got from a pan person jokingly asking if the pan weapon was going to be a pan. There were many. The puns were too good to resist.

Color inspiration taken from the Pan flag, and the flowers this time are all cooking herbs–Fennel, Chive flowers, and some Rosemary so you can have a functional piece of cookware while you bludgeon people. Everything you need to feed a hungry party! Fun!

Choose your weapon and wield it with pride!

SUPPORT (OR BE!) YOUR LOCAL CAST IRON PAN…by buying this design on a variety of items including stickers at my Redbubble!

The sixth weapon in the Orientation Armory–Poleaxe Pan!

Color inspiration taken from the Pan flag. It only felt fitting to do an axe for Pan as well, given the multiple cutting edges. Everyone loves a range weapon wielder in a pinch!

Choose your weapon and wield it with pride!

SUPPORT (OR BE!) YOUR LOCAL POLEAXE PAN…by buying this design on a variety of items including stickers at my Redbubble!

Bill Nye, someone who actually studies science: Um, actually, gender is a spectrum. 

Transphobes: 

Pastel NB: Oversized sweaters, Hearts drawn in blue eyeliner on their cheeks, ice cream in the wintertime, the feeling of safety when you hug your favorite person, early sunrises, flower crowns, daisy chains, summer picnics, dying your hair with kool aid, glitter, gummy bears

Punk NB: Choppy hair, backwards snapback, infectious smiles, Doc Martens, coffee with just a touch too much sugar, jackets covered in patches and pins, staying out too late talking about the universe, underground concerts, adrenaline rushes, sunsets on the riverwalk, stolen kisses under streetlamps

Goth NB: Dark outfits, glow-in-the-dark stars, shorts and tights in the summertime, cardigans, lace, sad smiles, leather-bound books, babydoll socks, eyeliner sharp enough to kill the gender binary, chocolate ice cream, the smell of hairspray, black lipstick kisses, nose-wrinkling smiles

Vaporwave NB: Backwards snapbacks, bright colors, checkered-print Vans, full wall murals, that one Fuji water bottle, neon, secretly a computer whiz, probably lowkey obsessed with mothman, listens to rap, calm afternoons turned into crazy evenings, hands in their pockets, huge grins

Grunge NB: Ripped flannels, fishnets under jeans, worn converse, the faint smell of cigarettes, smeared eyeliner, sour gummi worms, laughing so hard your ribs hurt, carrying a sharpie with you everywhere, has probably written lyrics on public property before, takeout straight from the container, dandelion wishes

Vintage NB: The smell of old paper, “You’re right, James Dean would Never,”, classic red lipstick, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, halter-tops, white button up shirts, high-waisted shorts, checkered diners, blowing kisses, dancing in the street, the smell after it rains

Space NB: Tired eyes, always awake at night, sitting on rooftops with the one they love, warm sweaters, glow in the dark stars, ice cream with sprinkles, That One Pair of shoes (you know the one), walking for miles, laying in a field with a smile on your face, feeling like the universe is hugging you, existential crisis, infinitely small but uniquely important