“After 200 years, you can forget how much color there is in the world.”

putting my prediction on record now that the coming decade is going to see the rise of viral-marketed fancy at-home water filtration systems, driving and driven by a drastic reduction in the quality of U.S. tap water (given that we are in a 'replacement era' where our current infrastructure is reaching the end of its lifespan--but isn't being replaced). also guessing that by the 2030s access to drinkable tap water will be a mainstream class issue, with low-income & unstably housed people increasingly forced to rely on expensive bottled water when they can't afford the up-front cost of at-home filtration--and with this being portrayed in media as a "moral failing" and short-sighted "choice," rather than a basic failure of our political & economic systems. really hope i'm just being alarmist, but plenty of this already happens in other countries, and the U.S. is in a state of decline, so. here's praying this post ages into irrelevance. timestamped April 2023

My poster for MegaCon London 2024! 👻👻👻

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

OH? OHOHOHO

What if? Padmé is the Sith Lord we've been looking for.

How was he able to wear the blue shirt underneath the plastron?!👀

Oh his little compression sleeve? Honestly? Think of it less of a shirt and more of a sports bra lmao.... This is also assuming they have a bit of a breathing room gap before their skin actually connects to the plastron, which I like to imagine they have because that would make the turtles arms more free, flexible, and less stiff imo

Truth is only an illusion.

THINGS THAT COMPLETELY CHANGED MY LIFE / SHAPED ME AS THE PERSON I AM TODAY #1/?

outer space / carry on by 5 seconds of summer

my gift for @thesupremequeen in the @namurigiftexchange. I hope you like it!

extra (poor namor lmao):

been desperately trying to figure out how to draw cats for the past 2 weeks

yk there's a lot of talk about the way merlin is practically a god but lives as an unassuming servant, and seeing this surprises druids/other magic users. i wanna see kind of the same thing happen to arthur with the people of his kingdom. we know arthur so intimately, from merlin's pov, but i wanna see him as a living legend. stories of his valor spreading across land, blown out of proportion and missing details. “the prince slayed the great dragon and gifted its head to the king!” “some say the goddess blessed him when he was born, when she took the queen back. how else does one survive an attack by a questing beast?” “he held out his hand and the sword stuck in solid stone flew to him! iwan says meredith’s aunt saw it herself!” “the word has come, king arthur defeated annis’ champion—a giant of a man!” old men discussing arthur’s policies, comparing them with those of previous rulers, and being glad that it's him on the throne “finally, a good fucking king.” people having faith that their ruler is generous and fair and can be approached in times of need, and having the comforting knowledge that he would do his best to help because that's what he did with the other village last year! young boys dreaming to join his army and young girls daydreaming about a fairy tale ending with him (or vice versa, obv). just... arthur of his people.

what I'm saying is i want an outsider pov character study of arthur pendragon king of camelot. hope that helps

"Mercedes has looked at this picture more times than she can count, holding onto it as the last piece of her family before they went missing."

Here is my @dndads-gift-exchange-spring2023 for @relgnira! SO sorry for the lateness, but I hope you like it! <3

So sad because I lost the sketchbook that had these drawings in it.

Hc that Gill learned the guitar from chip (and is very naturally good at it compared to the amount of training he has to do with fighting/magic)

The nicest thing I read today was an article about the “supporting cast of dogs” in Jacques Tati’s film Mon Oncle, who just “hurry on their doggy business” in various scenes (“They don't have an important role in the plot; they're just there, checking things out.”) They weren’t trained, they were stray dogs the production took from the pound and their job in the film was to be stray dogs, and at the end of the filming the production was going to send them back to the pound but Tati put an ad in the paper like “who wants to adopt these cool movie star dogs?” and they were flooded with requests and all the dogs found homes.