Just realised I never posted this animation of Orym I did. I want my energy back so I can keep learning more animation, this brought me so much joy to do.

I love how unsympathetic Kipperlily's backstory comes across, because like yes, the desire to be more "interesting" through trauma like Riz is awful, but also its her most private bad thought that she only shares with her guidance counsellor while trying to work through her rage issues, its selfish and in bad taste but of course it is, she was like 14. And so now that that desire has been twisted by literal deific rage into something actually malevolent, none of the bad kids are even willing to try to empathize with her. And like, tbc I don't really blame them for that, its a *lot* to ask them to try and understand the person who has been antagonistic to them for the whole year and apparently resented them for years before that, which I think honestly adds to the tragedy of it all. God, she's so interesting

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

Catch!

I loved this moment in the latest Critical Role episode.

Do not alter or repost my art anywhere. Reblogs are love.

My babies!!!

been having tablet problems lately but managed to squeeze out a quick jester drawing

some beauyashas 😌

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"Well, Mr. Ford it seems you've killed me after all."

Leverage S04E09 The Cross My Heart Job.

You deserve to be the sort of person who can cook a meal for your loved ones.

It’s easier with people around you. To make you feel more like you.

I HATE HER (JK I LOVE HER !!!! KEEP BEING CRAZYYYY!! PLSS)

it's all fire and rage and it's all you

ankarna wip

Call for fics about Blindness or Deafness

This is the (slightly less than) 48 hour reminder for fics featuring blindness or deafness! Temporary or permanent, magical or physical, all count.

You can submit your recommendations here!

You can also submit your recommendations for the theme after that - fics that focus on Jester!

What always gets me about learning about settler colonialism is how once you learn about it you cannot unsee the violence to the land itself. My home state was previously nearly 100% wetlands, apart of the wider Ohio river valley whose biodiversity supported such large populations of hundreds of different species that many contemporary source from settlers describe it as like the garden of Eden.

The Indigenous people who farmed and hunted here (and still farm and hunt in what land they have been able to keep and reclaim) were able to grow miles of upon miles of crops with multiple harvests a year, encouraging this biodiversity by creating forest gardens with incredible amounts of food from staples like corn and squash to local fruits like pawpaws to European imports like apples alongside controlled burns which allowed fields and buffalo ranges to expand.

Nowadays my state is known almost exclusively for its fields of nothing but corn and soy beans. Driving through in between the comparatively small cities you'll see nothing but fields where the plethora of different trees and plants were chopped down mile by mile, the remaining wetlands drained and flattened, and the rich black soils robbed of their nutrients through decades upon decades of monocrop agriculture now preserved through the life blood of petrochemical fertilizers which destroy the surrounding environment.

This process was done mile by mile as the tens of thousands of Indigenous people were killed and displaced by settlers and the US army, the land measured and sold acre by acre to white settlers who raped the land as described, filling the pockets of wealthy land speculators (like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson) who bought the land directly from the government in schemes so corrupt historians have dedicated entire careers to mapping out their dramas.

It's like learning about commodity fetishism and suddenly seeing hundreds of strangers in the products that surround you. Once you learn how the land was destroyed for profit you'll never look at the miles of fields or the cracks in the concrete of buildings built on wetlands or the stench of now obsolete canals built solely for a once boat-dependent economy with no care for the environment the same.