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drawing a fem!version of a character but making them skinnier should have consequences spiritually i think. nightmares for a week

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One of my first 'full' digital paintings, with a more complex environment and now close to 20 years old!

The lander was inspired by Soviet Venera probes, while the being's head borrowed from stalk-eyed flies, its width used to determine social position during ritualistic displays.

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A digital imitation of low-budget eastern stop-motion cut-out animation for my analog horror project about fungus infection.

This is part of a mockumentary paleontological film in which a relative of the synapsid Anteosaurus hunts a parareptilian Scutosaurus.

There you can see trailer on Russian: https://youtu.be/znyaXVAyXno?si=4XOtRQZxIAVfDpN7

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Gaiasia, a massive recently described stem-tetrapod from the Early Permian.

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last christmas man me a sand but the very next day man car door hook hand

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WIP im cooking B)

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I am so sleepy and I feel like an exasperated parent on a car trip like you HAD a chance to pee back at the last rest stop I ASKED you

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Gnostics on Demiurgsmas when they hear Sophia Claus emanating down the chimney

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Aneki and I went to a special solstice tour of the stonehenge exhibit currently up at the museum and I got read for filth for my “im going to get a good grade in Museum Tour” behaviour

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There are women in the ocean the likes of which you've never seen

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One thing I don't think I've ever seen talked about is how post-apocalypse ideation is largely about homelessness.

Homelessness looms large in the American consciousness. Like, not that it's irrelevant elsewhere, but it's got a particular cultural place in the US that's reflected in Hollywood, and therefore relevant because what makes it into film and TV sets the terms of so many conversations.

We don't acknowledge it if we can help it, but I think most people know they're never more than a few very bad months from winding up there.

Even people who are sure it only happens to people who deserve it, who fuck up and put one foot in the morass of their own foolish volition. Even they know the quicksand is there, waiting to be walked into, and that the odds are stacked against ever climbing out on your own once you have. And that they, too, are capable of fucking up. Of trusting the wrong person. Of getting cancer incorrectly.

And those of us who know damn well we can't be sure we're safe even if we do everything right, we know it even better.

And in that sense it doesn't matter what the world would realistically look like after X kind of apocalypse, what people would do, how society would adapt. Because the anxiety that's being processed is about the reality that's in existence now.

About what if my world ends. And I lose access to the fruits of developed society, to clean clothes and new glasses and running water, to a safe place to sleep where I don't expect to be killed or robbed, or driven out by men with guns and dogs. To my home and work and family and everything I usually use to tell me who I am.

What if every man's hand is against me, and every meal is a small victory, and there's only my own dwindling strength between me and the long night?

Will I make it? Will I hold up under the strain? Will I retain my dignity? Will I be lucky? Will I be able to protect the people I love, in that world, the world where no one is protecting us anymore?

Is there a way to continue to live as a human person, when you're denied the prerogatives of one, and don't know if you'll ever get them back?

Putting this anxiety into the context of a massive apocalypse divorces this scenario from the burden of shame tied up in the idea of winding up in that sort of situation in the normal course of events, by having society vanish rather than expel you, personally, as a washout, and continue on around you.

It also allows you to rule out a priori the question of what resources might be offered but can't in an anticipatory context be counted on; shelters and programs and housed friends and family who may or may not help. And narrow the narrative to only the question of what you can survive, and often a fairy tale about surviving all of it and starting over.

Rehearsing for a loss in a mythologized format is a very normal anxiety processing behavior, and I think a lot of apocalypse scenario building is attached to the buried dread of that personal apocalypse. But I haven't seen that one make the list.

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Okay but can anyone articulate the mindset that leads older people to feel like they NEED to know people's gender identity all the time? Like what's going on there

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Valera Lutfullina, Racing

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God stood in the doorway