Obsessed with this bit in the preface to the 10th Anniversary edition of Ancillary Justice:
Specifics aside, "I thought this would be fun and relaxing. It was not." is a great summation of what happens with like 80% of creative endeavors.
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Architect of the Downpour
Boyfriend told me to post this sketch page here. Rain world on my mind and I’m infatuated with this tragic bastard
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More Vast!Jon head cannons for your enjoyment :)
I'll post more in a while since this week I'm kinda busy ;(
Vast!Jon AU _ 1-2-3-4-5-6-X
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small addition to my dad swap AU based off that one movie clip of the girls getting their names for the first time
lots of panels were traced directly from frames of the clip itself (and obviously, the final pic is drawn over this classic piece of official art) because I was probably never going to finish this otherwise
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I. The Wizard
The first couple of pages of my Preludes comic!
✨ read the whole thing here ✨
@quiddie @worldsbeyondpod
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I have figured out how to find my count! Viewing the page source and then searching for the word "received' brought me to here.
I’ve continued to monitor my page source as my words changed and here’s what I have so far:
MAX = 1,000
LOL = 1,100
OMG = 2000
WOW = 4,000
*-* = 5,000!
WHY = 6,000
PLZ = 7,000
AAA = 7,500
;_; = 8000
O_O = 8,500
T_T = 9,000
<33 = 9,500
BLR = 10,000
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the grip that good omens has on this site is insane. barbie was trending at #1 for a week and now it's not even trending at all because good omens has pushed it out. ofmd is trending just from the sheer amount of people drawing comparisons. nobody is normal here
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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.
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