Seasonal Depression is back again

New ! there's now a second tumblr for art stuff: https://www.tumblr.com/potatesart?source=share Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/flyingdorito.bsky.social - 25 They/He sleep deprived fool, draw things, trans/non-binary, horsey enthusiast, video games, Hyperfixation and bad focus, multi fandom, disabled bitch (Tism and wheelchair flavor) and wtf means "cringe" ? There's art on this blog, tagged as "my art" or "scribbles" and good luck rummaging through my bullshit. There also will be nsft stuff here and there

[glitchinginthegarden]

[potatesart]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

© _ADwills

be kind to yourself and your creations ♡

[vilea777]

sorry i overreacted i had no idea everything would be fine

[targetedknowledge]

[fallout-lou-begas]

[moonracoons]

Replying ME 1 and looking at the Mass Effect Relay "Statue" like:

[a-dandelions-spite]

We still doing these Shep pic collage things?

Here's my Jane Shepard's

(I decided to draw most of it but the aesthetic one was just too perfect.)

[tunisian]

Telling people not to use chatgpt is ableist. Some people arent eloquent enough and need it to convey what they want to say

not only are you stupid you are also a big fucking loser

[teashadephoenix]

Stratt has a calendar on the walls of her prison cell. There's a tiny scribbled date all the way on the other side of the small room, barely legible except for the year: 2037. Before bed every night she scratches through the day, each one bringing her closer and closer to the end.

The guards mock her. She's never getting out of here. What's she counting down for?

But for someone who's imprisoned for life, no parole, she seems remarkably at peace. She doesn't cry, she doesn't plead. She reads. She sings sometimes. She counts off her days.

Beyond the walls, the wars are blazing. People are fighting, and starving, and dying. But there are also people helping. People risking everything to save who they can. They still believe in the Hail Mary.

In 2037, Stratt crosses off the last day. This is the day she will escape, when the team who have been working in her stead will meet her outside the prison and whisk her away to her place as the head of operations where she belongs.

At the same time, almost twelve light years away, Ryland Grace wakes up out of his coma.

[smallpileoftwigs]

thinking about grace trying to explain what visible-light based sensory input is like. cause like sure he can say "oh i use my eyes the way u use sound" but that obviously doesnt describe it fully.

like think of the speed of light vs speed of sound, MASSIVE gap, no wonder eridians have a longer lifespan. i have to imagine a scenario where rocky realises grace lowkey reacts at superspeed if he sees something far enough away for the light and sound discrepancy to be obvious. cause sure rocky can hear for miles but theres gonna be a delay eventually

its one thing for grace to see the stars and rocky can't, its another thing for grace to see an explosion before feeling the shockwave

[piranesies]

they should invent putting on sunscreen that doesn't feel like putting on sunscreen

[wizardshark]

99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

[saspitite]

FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME

BISEXUALS GROW FROM THE GROUND

PANSEXUALS GROW FROM THE CEILING

[elizapad]

Happy Pride, cave dwellers 🦇

[thememedaddy]

[tsumugiology]

random question:

what was your first exposure to prev and what made you decide to follow them?

[spicyraeman]

werewolf™ by popular demand [bluesky/pillowfort (explicit)]

[atanertheartist]

[unintentionalpenis]

[twinkee]

Delivered in discreet packaging my ass.

[wizardshark]

hey whats with that sign