WyrdedWeb

Haven't posted in a while. Summary? Metrocon good. Fireshow lit. Pre-show improv bug bit the entire cast. Dear friend captured. Deep Joy.

My takeaway from the role I played: be more like Luffy and spend life protecting friends and tearing apart systems of oppression.

On a piece of notebook paper, there is an intentionally poorly drawn caricature of the face of the 47th President of the United States, viewed in profile. There is text spread out above and below the face which reads: "Hey, I found our April Fool! Can we spit out the Orange Fanta now? Stuff's terribly unhealthy for you, don't ya know? (yes, this is my art, I worked really hard to make it look so bad)"

Late night synaesthesia thoughts.

Try to imagine for me, what it might taste like if you could drink the beauty of light filtered through stained glass as a sweet wine.

Sometimes visual perception and taste weave together.

If I die in a storm this upcoming hurricane season, I wish that my remains could be fed to a vulture; noble bird to then be escorted to the oval office to regurgitate said remains upon the president of the united states of america (proper noun no longer deserved) in a show of distress and disgust.

Hypermobile Mood Today:

I wanted to see this kind of revolution in the streets, not in my joints.

Art drawn in black sharpie and pen. The left side of the sketchbook has a black background with a star in the middle made out of negative space (the white sketchbook paper). Hand lettering says "Not hope like a light in the dark (except yes, just like that, too) The right side of the sketchbook depicts a pen-outline drawing of a dandelion: flower about to go to seed, bud, and leaf. A line across the page marks where the ground is and beneath that a large taproot with several offshoots. On the taproot the word "Queer" is written vertically. Horizontally across this page are written the words "Hope like dandelions sprung up from the concrete of a superfund site. It is not matter of will. We simply cannot be erased. Ineradicable Taproot"

The world feels full to the brim with anxieties. Making unskilled art to cope with feelings about that is pretty punk, right?

Take heart, friends.

(last two of bunch nested because limit seems to be 4 photos)

While those of us in the USA continue to deal with the horror of "the call is coming from inside the house", may I offer something unrelated for respite?

Over the years, I've kept a photo album called "Bee Reel". Added to it yesterday. Bonus spider also included. Enjoy! Location: Bok Tower gardens.

Image of a sticker that says "Kein Berg den Faschisten" with a design of mountains. At the bottom, text reads "Antifaschistische Freundinnen der Berge"

How... timely...for this photo from years ago to pop up again.

😆 Ah, I see. Explains why we got those shorelines glitching between sand and snow all over the panhandle.

I'm really happy for you! I mean that. It's an amazing feeling, the safety to have those conversations and being able to allow the relationship to change as might best fit both of you.

A person stands in silhouette with legs wide and arms crossed. A halo of light can be seen around their wide-brimmed hat. There is antique furniture arranged against a red wall in the background.

Out on the town tonight the celebrate a friend and remind you:

No gods
No masters
Be whatever gender you want

Hey can liberals stop posting gleefully about how red states deserve to suffer?

With all disrespect,
Marginalized people stuck in red states

A close-in photo of a bee perched on a sprig of lavender growing in a garden.

Two overlapping sunflower blooms, with a hint of sky showing in the background. There is a bee on one of the blooms.

Close-up of a bee drinking from a brightly colored pink and yellow flower. Green leaves fill the background of the photo.

An extreme close-up of a bee hanging upside down, drinking nectar from a cascade of delicate purple blossoms.

Care for a little #bloomscrolling anyone?

Please select your preferred theme for Sunshine State: sand or snow

You're too good. I lay down my arms [undisclosed numeric value]

Boohiss. You deserve arms. At least two!

#EmotionalSupportSpood
Current mood

A person with orange hair obscuring their face crouches on a highly reflective polished concrete floor. They are wearing a long-sleeved and form-fitting black jacket, black pants with straps that have printed on them the words "create is chaos", and are wearing black boots.

Never had a tweet tweet account but I'm here now. Account's open to anyone but I'm here for friends. I'll post more eventually.

For now, a photo to help friends find me. Create is Chaos. Gonna take that inspiration to inform whatever I post here.