Weaving a Seri basket. James W. Manson. From the book The last of the Seris by Dane and Mary Coolidge, 1970

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Weaving a Seri basket. James W. Manson. From the book The last of the Seris by Dane and Mary Coolidge, 1970
Happy pride! :)
reigen version
I was today years old when I learned that Mirage Comics Michelangelo f***ed an alien and fathered a clutch of eggs.
He's so fluffy and he produced Martens!
(Why does one of them have a blue tail when there is nothing blue on him?)
Crónicas Mexicanas (facebook)
SONORA: LAND OF THE SUN, THE DEER, AND THE DESERT SPIRIT
Before there were borders, flags, or maps — there was Sonora. A land of blazing deserts, whispering mountains, and endless horizons where the most resilient peoples of the north carved their story into the sand.
Long before the settlers arrived, this sacred land belonged to nations whose names still echo in the wind: the Yaquis, Seris, Pimas, Opatas, and Apaches — each with their own way of understanding life in one of the harshest, most beautiful places on Earth.
The Yaquis ruled the valleys of their river, turning arid soil into fields of life and honoring nature through the Deer Dance — a ritual that reminds us that survival is not conquest, but connection. The Seris lived by the sea, guided by the tides of the Gulf of California, fishing with reverence for every wave.
The Opatas and Pimas built small mountain villages where the earth was sacred and every harvest was a gift. And the Apaches — fierce and free — moved like the wind between Sonora and Arizona, never conquered, only respected.
Sonora is not just a state. It’s an ancient memory of Mexico’s north — a place where culture, courage, and survival meet. It’s where the land speaks in silence, and the people answer with pride.
Because Mexico’s strength doesn’t come from comfort… it comes from history.
haven't done them all yet, but heres some gifs for my ocs icons on artfight :]
(artfight - DivineMachina)