“You’re only safe when you’re by my side”
I’m eating the angst lore so good AUGh🍎
Weird peeve time. Calling lab grown gemstones “fake” is stupid because it’s the same shit just not formed naturally. An artificially grown diamond is the same shit as a natural diamond it is the exact same material bro it’s all fuckign carbon
I love it when dogs try to help but the task at hand requires zero dogs so they just kinda stand in front of you and look serious.
trying out a pro hero shouto costume concept, based on a traditional japanese firefighter jacket… along with his pack, he’s got additional temperature regulators in the gloves and boots, with his clothes made of materials resistant to extreme heat or cold 👍
idk yet if i’m gonna keep this one, but it was fun to draft out :D
i was a teenage exocolonist / Male MC (Explorer) x Dys
The sequel of last comic, but this can be seen as a standalone story.
for @grilches 1k congrats dude!!
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So the other day, I’m playing Star Rail and I notice something about the book menu screen thing (I don’t remember what it’s called)
Anyways, I noticed that there’s a pin for every Astral express member except for one.
The black diamond looking pin was what I thought was Dan Heng’s, but upon closer inspection, it matches with Welt’s broach.
This thing.
The flowers are obviously Himeko’s, she has them in her hair and on her outfit.
Specifically these ones.
The other two are self explanatory. The white, pink, and blue flower is obviously March 7th’s, given it’s her signature jacket pin thing. And the other pin is clearly Pom-Pom.
This is just my theory, and given where the story is now as of where it left of in 1.0, and what little I know about where we stop (given I’m still lvl. 32).
But hey, that’s just an idea.
Why didn't I ever draw these two before? 😔💚
ポスカラフ
🧡💚💗.
My child is autistic. He doesn’t do well with change. Even little things that would be meaningless to most people.
For example, his hairbrush was getting old and worn. He had chewed the end of it. The cats had chewed some bristles. It was dirty and dusty. But I didn’t say anything. Because it’s his hairbrush.
Finally, he said he thinks it’s time for a new brush. Ok, I say, we’ll put it on the shopping list, and get one next time we’re in town.
So we go to town and we go to the store. There are many hairbrushes to choose from. He picks one and they even have it in his favorite color. We buy it, take it home, and remove the packaging.
I go to put it on the shelf where the old hairbrush is. Can we throw out the old one, I ask.
That’s when he stops. That’s when he freezes and gets a momentary look of panic on his face. Throw out the old one? That hadn’t occurred to him.
Because here’s the thing. Hair brushing is a part of his morning routine. And not just hair brushing, but hair brushing with that particular brush. To most people, the act of hair brushing is the routine, but not the brush itself. The objects are interchangeable. But not to my child. Not to someone with autism. The brush itself is just as important as the act of brushing.
So I take a breath. I put the old brush down. Think about it, I say. Let me know tomorrow what you want to do with this brush.
He decides. He realizes keeping an old hairbrush is not necessary. But it’s still important to him. So he asks if I can cut off one bristle. To keep. As a memory of the old hairbrush.
I don’t laugh. I don’t tell him it’s silly. I respect his need. I cut off the bristle. He puts it in his treasure box, along side some smooth rocks, beads, sparkly decals, a Santa Claus charm from a classmate, a few other things meaningful to him.
He throws the old hairbrush away himself. He is able to move on, and accept the change.