[image description: a digital art rendered in a semi realism style depicting a brown skinned, fancy shawl pow wow dancer. they sit down with their left knee propped up and their left arm resting on their knee. They have dark blue, black, and yellow colored regalia. They wear thin blue hair wraps around their braids, a yellow beaded choker, a yellow beaded headband, and blue beaded earrings with yellow accents. Their under dress has medium sleeves and is a shiny, dark fabric that glitters blue and purple in the light. a yellow shawl with a multicolored heart design rests on their right leg, with black fringes. a circular cropped image of an eastern tiger swallowtail resting on green leaves is overlaid next to the fancy shawl dancer, who's regalia and beadwork designs mimic the butterfly wings. end image description.]
"send me a butterfly or moth species and I'll draw a fancy shawl dancer inspired by it" art request series is back up & open again!
Eastern Tiger swallowtail fancy dancer for @crowtoed!
A more positive outlook will do me well; especially, in these tying times.
. . . | uwhe-arts
One of the most frightening experiences during Mass Effect was when Shepard chose to destroy the relay in the Batarian cluster. I thought the decision to only be a rich story's tragedy, until I tripped out by the sudden appearance of seeing red everywhere when Shepard was talking to her shipmates. I know the red was my own eyes playing tricks on me, but the reality of such a mass murder really fucking sucked.
So, Shepard's stoicism was a bit too much, because a scene of Shepard balling their fucking eyes out was sorely needed. Especially, when they were with their lover. The writers really missed out on such a catharsis; especially, when they take their storytelling seriously.
I guess one can only avoid reality and poor decisions for so long before it appears in the escapism.
Something english taught mathematicians will never experience is describing internal and external phenomena in different languages.
The sequence of these photos are phenomenological
obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world
I know, but I don't. I am the worst type of person. More than I actually know.