In society today, there exists a pervasive myth that some people are born with style— when in reality, it’s learned! Unfortunately, lots of fat women grew up thinking that style is something for thin women only, and never spent time developing their style muscles. This is a zine for them!
Featuring 36 pages of content, this zine showcases the styles of four fictional women, and as well as some guidelines for developing your own personal style. Check out a preview spread here!
Because I’m currently only selling it as a PDF, I have set the price at $5. If you can’t afford to pay that, or don’t have a way of paying online, please shoot me an e-mail at email@example.com, and I will send you a copy. The money goes towards allowing me to create more things like this, so please pay if you can! And hey— if you’ve got the cash and are into this idea, perhaps pay a few extra dollars? Every cent helps a fat working lady illustrator!
It’s done!! DAMN GIRL THAT STYLE IS FAT! is a zine, written and illustrated and designed by me, and YOU CAN BUY IT FOR $5 HERE!
NOTE: When this zine becomes available in print, IF YOU BOUGHT IT ONLINE FIRST, $5 will be deducted from the print price! There’s not a date set yet for print copies, as I have no idea how I’m going to print it yet (it’s so long!!), but I do plan on doing a print run.
Aimee does great art!!!
Miss Amanda B. in the HOMG Stud.
YES MORE THINGS TO SHIP THIS IS BRILLIANT
I ship Audio with Photo
ehehehe let the shipping wars begin
What is wrong with you? Audio Photo is gross.
Audio Text is canon! OTP.
I ship Quote and Audio.
I ship Text Photo and Quote Audio
Video and Chat
quick someone give me text photo fanfiction
It started with the two slamming into each other.
“What the hell?!”
“Watch where you’re going!”
Then their eyes met, and the anger increased tenfold. Photo sneered.
“Oh it’s you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Text clutched his books close to his chest and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger. His brow furrowed.
“Nothing, shoulda known you’d be throwin’ yourself at me sooner or later,” Photo stuck both hands into his pockets and gave a shrug to adjust his backpack.
“Throwing myself at you?” Text squinted.
“Yeah. I’ve seen how you look at me in class, you know. Ya didn’t think I noticed, didja? Didn’t know you’d actually ever find the courage to do somethin’, though. ‘N makin’ it look like an accident? Bumping into me in the library? Really? How very original ‘n charming,” he poked the books wrapped tightly around Text’s arms and gave them a push.
Text swayed a little from the nudge and pursed his lip.
“You know for a guy that’s all…” he gave a wave of his hand, motioning to all of Photo, “style and no substance, you sure do talk a lot.”
“A picture’s worth a thousand words,” Photo gave a sly grin- cutting in.
“And I’m not flirting with you. What makes you think I like you?”
These words made Photo’s head jerk back in surprise. Nobody had ever not liked him.
“Chat said th-“
“Everybody knows Chat talks a lot of nonsense,” Text said a-matter-of-factly, and pushed his glasses up again, “And I’m late for the lecture, so if you don’t mind-“
“Wait,” Photo grabbed Text’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
“What?” Text gave an exasperated sigh.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“I mean what, ya don’t find me attractive?”
Text’s mouth curled inward, suddenly he felt hot.
“I don’t know. I guess you’re.. okay. But I-“
Photo clasped his hands together, a broadening smile on his face. He beamed at Text, bouncing a little in place.
“I knew it!”
Text’s eyes widened. He suddenly felt even hotter. He almost dropped his books.
“Wait- that… that doesn’t mean-“
And suddenly, there they were, in the library, between sections B and C of The Ethics of Scrolling and The Mysteries of the Missing E, when Photo drew in close, pressing his lips firmly against Text’s. It lasted all of about five seconds, enough to leave a dumb-struck Text standing stiffly with books between their chests and the heat he felt to escalate. His heart drummed loudly in his ears and he could swear his legs started to buckle a little. Photo drew back, still smiling, slapped his hands on Text’s shoulders again and gave them a squeeze.
“I’ll see you in class,” he said, grinning, and he was gone.
He left Text feeling jittery, aflutter, dreamy eyed and confused.
If a picture was worth a thousand worths then he would surely never stop writing.
LOL SORRY I TRIED.
you know this website is going up in flames when we start shipping icons together
reblogging for that quality piece of fan fic
heacanon audio x photo and video is photos big bro omg kill me halp i cant unship it
Tumblr, you never cease to amaze me.