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Seeing Shimin in chapter 51 of Heavenly Tyrant

A few days ago, I was prepping garden starts in my dining room when I saw something strange in the sliding glass door to the backyard. Shadow after shadow after shadow fell across the glass as something—or, rather, a lot of somethings—was decending on my front lawn.

I turned and went to the front window to see SO MANY STARLINGS (and one scrub jay) pecking at the grass.

They were there for roughly twelve seconds, and then as quickly as they had come, they were gone.

It was the first time I had seen that in my home (rather than a park or woods), so I'm glad I managed to get pictures!

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They’re scared because they know that the public is with Luigi.

They’re violating his rights because they need to maintain capitalism.

Keep talking about Luigi.

Story concept I've been toying around with:

Maladaptive daydreamer is actually a dimension hopper or something, but the two realities keep blending together in weird ways, and then there is some kind of plot, too.

Totally not inspired by personal experience.

I wanted to start this post by referencing this quote about when the world is shitty, you should make art, but I can't remember the whole quote or who said it, so I guess whoever is reading this is stuck with just me.

Honestly, not being able to find or think of this full quote is pretty much a good example of where my brain power is right now.

I am so scared and sad and angry that I don't know what to do and can't form coherent thoughts. I feel helpless and all I want to do is make all the bad things STOP.

But I can't do that.

Not realistically. Not by myself.

I'm disabled, and a parent, and I run the tiniest non-profit known to man, so I have neither time nor money to dedicate to protests and riots like I wish I could.

I feel guilty. I feel like a coward.

But I also want to help make people feel safe, and I don't know how.

So...I dunno. I'm making art. It's the only thing I can do—the only thing I know how to do.

I don't know what to call it yet, but there's a story brewing inside me, a throat-tearing scream of a book about the need for community and gentleness. And books and plants.

Idk if it'll go anywhere, but I'll try to share it here.

I just know I NEED to do SOMETHING, even if this is all I CAN do.

updated, homies!

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I work in outdoor education, and you would not believe how often I get to do stuff like this (I love it). But imagine you also have 8-16 very excited elementary schoolers who all also want to hold the slug, or snail, or worm, or [insert bug here], and you have to protect the little friend from a horde of screaming, overly curious children. It's actually kind of the best.

This is actually my coworker's hands, but they are showing off a little spider they found to one of our students.

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"