I decided that if I’m going to keep dressing up as a Slytherin at Harry Potter conventions I was going to need a tattoo to match. Plus it just looks damn awesome if you ask me. ^^ Momma might not have raised a Slytherin, but I damn sure turned into one. Slytherin for life!
I always said when I graduated with a BA in English that I would get a semi-colon tattoo behind my right ear to commemorate it. One year after graduating, Mrs. S, Dippy, and I went to get punctuation tattoos together. I also decided the left ear was a much smarter option.
Throughout the tail end of high school and all of college I was introduced to a band named the World/Inferno Friendship Society who had an amazing song called “All the World is a Stage Dive”. That was the inspiration for this tattoo, along with the literary nerd inside of me who recognized the line as a play on a famous line from Shakespeare’s “As You Like It”. Both are equally wonderful mottoes to live by. Kindly ignore my wonky feet which were deformed in the womb.
Ever since I can remember I have wanted a pony and loved things that dealt with darkness and death. So after reading Neil Gaiman’s “Sandman” series, I decided to go for it and get a tattoo inspired by the character Death, My Little Ponies, and Death, as in the four horseman of the apocalypse.
Since I was old enough to get a tattoo, I knew I wanted a memorial tattoo for my father, who died a week and a half after my 18th birthday. He wasn’t a religious person so it proved extremely difficult to find inspiration. I ended up settling on roses (for our last name Rose) and shamrocks (because he was extremely Irish and loved to drink). The words were the easy part, and I settled on the proverb: “Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names”.
So, what was I thinking here? I want to be in horrible pain and look silly. Maybe. Possibly. But more likely the tattoo was free, and it was worth getting done at least once. Although the lip tattoo is known to not last very long, and as of right now I just have a letter T inside my mouth. As for why “fatal” you ask? Why not.
I decided to go all out for my first tattoos and get them on my wrists to celebrate my decision to finally strike out and get my college degree. Getting the drink me bottle and eat me cookies from “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” was an easy choice considering my absolute love and devotion to all things Alice since the age of six. Insert symbolism about growing up via Alice’s alteration in size here.