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here’s my bi-annual drawing of A Boy

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Khastka, you miserable grumpy little sith you-

I wanted to draw her outfit more than anything, so don't mind the lighting and pose sksksk

SWTOR side blog 💫 @the-chickaburra-legacy

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Andy Goldsworthy, “Leaf Box" 

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I love how Avatar perfectly balances "the kids are going to save the world!" with "which is pretty fucked up, actually."

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me: haha oh god this is so bad im making so many unsupported claims and pulling all this analysis out of my ass

my prof in the margins: excellent analysis!

me: 

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i know this sounds like the kind of post a guy who was chained in a basement like a dog for most of his life and only recently emerged in the world would make but it really does mean so much to me that i can casually talk about seemingly mundane things like having friends and being able to make my own decisions for myself now. it isn't easy but god damn. it really does get better if you just keep looking for the light.

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Senior year. And then life. Maybe that’s the way it worked. High school was just a prologue to the real novel. Everybody got to write you—but when you graduated, you got to write yourself. At graduation you got to collect your teacher’s pens and your parents’ pens and you got your own pen. And you could do all the writing. Yeah. Wouldn’t that be sweet?

- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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I kept running my finger up and down my scars.

Legs lay there with me. Watching. What do you see, Legs? What do you see? Where did you live before you came to me? Did someone hurt you, too?

Another summer was ending.

What would happen to me after I graduated? College? More learning. Maybe I would move to another city, to another place. Maybe summers would be different in another place.

- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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I took him by the shoulders. I looked at him. And he looked at me. “You said I wasn’t scared of anything. That’s not true. You. That’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of you, Dante.” I took a deep breath. “Try it again,” I said. “Kiss me.”

“No,” he said.

“Kiss me.”

“No.” And then he smiled. “You kiss me.”

I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

We laughed and we talked and looked up at the stars.

“I wished it was raining,” he said.

“I don’t need the rain,” I said. “I need you.”

He traced his name on my back. I traced my name on his.

- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.

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posting my old pixel art day 8

made in 2021

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Angel concepts

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1 am thinking abt the triassic cuddle once again and getting sad. The Thrinaxodon was in a torpor and wouldn’t have woken up before it drowned in the rain. The Broomistega was badly injured and dying. Neither of them ever actually knew each other but their last moments are curled up together and immortalized in stone Hggggm

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"the early 2010s were better" no they weren't. "hey soul sister" was on the radio.

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Experimentation (Cooking something, lately)