My debut novel is TEN YEARS OLD this month!!!!! Woodwalker led me into the world of publishing in May 2016. This is a little cover redraw to celebrate.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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My debut novel is TEN YEARS OLD this month!!!!! Woodwalker led me into the world of publishing in May 2016. This is a little cover redraw to celebrate.
My very first tiger drawing and my latest
Your skill level is unquestionable but listen.
I love him.
being sick & miserable objectively sucks, but it has become significantly easier to cope with since learning that “sickness behavior” is a well documented part of the body’s immune response
feeling not only physically but also emotionally like fucking garbage is unfortunately an extremely effective way to force your body to prioritize fighting infection & keeping you alive. i don’t have to like it, but knowing why i get weepy & pathetic when sick does help at least a little
i just found out that this is not common knowledge and am reblogging so more people know
YOUR BODY DOES THIS ON PURPOSE
YOU ARE NOT A BAD PERSON BECAUSE OR "WEAK" WHEN YOU ARE SICK IF YOU CAN"T CARRY ON AS NORMAL
Rereading this on my sick days 🙏🏽
... so if you have a loved one with a chronic illness maybe go easy on them if they're like this permanently it's not their fault
love that genre of music where they take an instrument and make it do sounds that you didnt know that instrument could make like that
"Sewing is a gateway drug to thinking through complex problems. It seems really simple; culturally, we make it women's work. Let me tell you: real sewing at any kind of level of proficiency is a bloody magic trick. Sewing, like mold making, involves mental frames that require one to think inside out and backwards. It requires one to work on an order of operations that is often taking into account the reverse. It's a really, really important skill, and if you learn how to sew, you're mostly on your way to carpentry and welding and sheet metal work. I'm not kidding: these are planar forms meeting under rules and conditions. And if you can make a sleeve work, I swear to God, you could build a house."
--Adam Savage
what doesn’t kill you makes your nervous system more sensitive for the rest of your life
"It would have been easier if you'd just said yes."
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I have a buddy who broke his jaw once playing football if I recall. They had to wire his jaw shut and the doctor told him he’d likely lose about 30-40lbs from having to be on an all liquid diet.
To my friend, that sounded like the cowards way to deal with a broken masticator. He decided to blaze his own trail and to that end, he bought a blender.
Everything he would have normally eaten, he blended.
Everything.
When he told me this I was paralyzed with horror.
“Everything? Like. Steak? Burgers? Tacos? You blended it?”
“Yeah,” he cheerfully informed me. “The trick is finding the right liquid to blend with. You can’t just go with water or milk, that would be gross.”
“THAT’S what would be gross?!”
“Yeah. So with tacos I made them with a hot sauce blend with extra spices to offset the liquid. They were pretty good!”
I was shuddering in agony as the story went on. He told me he’d started a book of recipes when he found a good proportion on something so he could blend it again and that he occasionally still blended a taco.
In the end he only lost 12lbs and the doctor was both horrified and impressed.
Edit: I checked in and had to adjust the amounts he was projected to lose and what he actually lost because both were skewerd by the vagaries of time
So, unlike Eridians, we discovered fire very early on and so our civilization kinda grew up with combustion right? We've had thousands of years to normalize it and get comfortable with the idea of using it casually for warmth or cooking etc.
In contrast, Eridians had to discover fire in a lab since their atmosphere doesnt have O2 like ours. So they dont have, like, an entire culture normalizing fire.
> Be me. Rocky the Eridian cosmonaut
> Tell Grace about Eridian space elevator design made out of Xenonite. Grace very impressed, says humans only dream about making space elevator.
> Odd? Ask Human friend Grace how humans got into space. Expecting some high tech solution since science humans clearly know more physics.
> Grace explains Humans strapped other Humans on top of Fire-Explodatron-9000 machines made out of weak human metal, basically Eridian cardboard, then shot them into orbit. Grace say the fire it makes is quite pretty to look at
«A Patchwork of Hope» 👎
Spitballing with the fellas on discord and we've come up with a Star Trek character we want to see: A 200-year-old top Vulcan diplomat attending a function and laughing boisterously and slapping backs with everyone and then just relaxing into resting bitch face the moment nobody is watching him. He takes his job deadly seriously and studied parties extensively in the diplomatic academy. Every year he's brushing up on new developments in party theory. He knows every party nuance you could possibly think of, for the sake of intergalactic relations. Peace in the galaxy depends on it. It's weird but you gotta meet people where they're at, he thinks.
Sarek fucking hates this guy and it's 100% envy
human diplomat: [laughs at joke]
vulcan diplomat (to himself): this is great. I’m going to get a good grade in Party, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,
dirty dirty dirty
I don’t say this often, but you really should unmute and listen to the song

This is the dawg I got in me
you're owen lars. your father has fallen in love with a woman and she's enslaved. you and your father aren't rich, but eventually you manage to free her. this one woman. one woman on a planet full of injustices.
you're owen lars. the woman you call mom had another child once. it doesn't make her love you less, but she talks about him in a way that makes it clear that she loved him, too. he's off to be a jedi now and she's very proud.
you're owen lars. your mother's been kidnapped and you have to assume the worst. a man and a woman step into your home and the man announces himself to be that kid who went off to become a jedi. he knows you less than you know him and before anything else can happen, he takes off to bring back his mother, a feat you think is impossible.
you're owen lars. anakin skywalker brings your mom's corpse to your doorstep. her funeral is interrupted by a message of utmost galactic importance.
you're owen lars. your brother is dead. you never saw him again after that first time. there is another jedi on your doorstep, with a baby in his arm and you know what it means and you can't bring yourself to face him as he hands your nephew off to your wife.
you're owen lars. obi-wan ben kenobi is a pain in the ass. he was more your brother's brother than you ever were and he doesn't understand your particular kind of grief, is drowning in his own. you don't even know the full story and kenobi will never tell you all of it. but you have a child to care for so you tell him off and get back to work.
you're owen lars. you didn't know your brother, but you know your nephew and your nephew wants out of this place as soon as possible. you know he won't be safe out there but in the end you're helpless to stop him. and you know the stories, you remember the one time you met him, the days your mother died. and you do this for her and you do this for your father and you do this for your brother and you do this for your nephew.
you're owen lars. your last act is to protect your brother's child. your child.
You're Owen Lars. You unknowingly raised a child to be the spitting image of his father's better nature while ensuring he was never hurt by the things that created his father's darker half. Your child saves the lives of billions, redeems your brother, and brings him back from the abyss that by all rights should have consumed him. You were and are a dilligent, loving, caring father, and for that you have saved the galaxy.