Back in my day we knit those bits into place. That’s where the really cool projects are.

Link for those curious

The horrors persist, but so do we.

We can get through this if we fight like hell and work together.

I won’t go quietly into that good night, I’ll be kicking, screaming, clawing, and biting. And if I’m not alone then we have a chance to make sure that what comes to pass is a new dawn.

Edit: Also here’s a link to the artist’s etsy page for this sticker. NGL I wish they had an enamel pin for this one.

Given the origins of Luce, that would probably be one of their favorite fantasies.

I thought it was a fun image to share due to the characters mocking them.

Sometimes you can have hernias that you don’t notice (and don’t pose an immidiate health risk) until they get irritated or damaged. This can happen when a hernia is small(ish) and only contains fat from inside your abdomin.

These hernias can exist from when you were born as well. So you may never have had the tissue there to hold everything inside inside.

You can get these hernias fixed (and you should) but in a lot of cases (unless they get trapped intestine in them) they are considered “elective surgeries”. What this means is that unless they are actively hindering your life then your health insurance is likely to be a bastard about paying for it.

I unfortunately learned all of this from finding a small hernia because it got really painful after I got pneumonia a few years ago. We found 4 hernias but only 1 was causing pain so my insurance only covered the surgery for 1. So I’ve got 3 more that are just ticking time bombs.

My Mini Factory is primarily where I get mine (if you want a list of users I primarily buy mine)

Cults3D is another place but they’re a lot more hit and miss on quality IMO

The best models are purchased models (in general) though MZ4250 on Printables models are free and also pretty high quality.

Personally I won’t pirate models of people in the 3D printing mini community as I want to support the creators in that space as they’re not giant megacorps.

Just 2 bros comparing shot composition, ain’t nothing weird about that.

If you get the lighting just right it’s called Rembrandt Lighting and it’ll really make it look nice

Luce the Pilgrim?

As far as I can tell yes

One of my friends sent this to me this morning and it was too funny not to share

My phone switched to bedtime mode right as I opened this so it was in black and white and holy hell is it a mood that way

Color looks frightening too but black and white looks like something right out of an old monster film

Instructions unclear, I hear scritching and tapping.

I think the beetle is tapping out Yellow Submarine on my ear drum.

It’s definitely shitty and stressful a lot of the time that’s for sure…

The air is changing in the area (especially compared to when I was young) in a good way but the ones that have shitty views are getting more blood thirsty in how they talk. The youths are getting more progressive here, hell I was getting ice cream with a boyfriend a few months ago and we overheard some teens openly talking about being queer. When we were that young we wouldn’t have dared to do that fearing for our lives.

If shit does hit the fan (like we do fear) at least my friends and found family have plans for how to make it out the other side alive. And hopefully inspire others to continue the fight no matter the odds.

When I was young and discovering myself, my existence was illegal in my area and queer people in my area were still heavily persecuted.

I won’t go into details about the terrible things I’ve seen and experienced as I’m sure nobody here wants to hear it.

Laughing not to cry and all that you know?

Edit: I’m also not a fan of how you brought (and doubled down) on trying to make it a race thing.

A running stereotype is that all queer people can dance, I can assure you that us not the case.

My dancing skills would best be referred to as a slow motion full body seizure.

It is a tragedy

And this is a shit post

Sometimes you just have to laugh to not cry you know?

Unfortunately I know people who literally talk about how they’re “just waiting for the orders” anytime queer people, homeless people, liberal politics in general come up.

It’s an incredibly shitty feeling. Going through life knowing that there are people literally down the road just waiting for the chance to brutally murder someone for loving someone.

And I live in the US in an area commonly referred to as a blue state. Literally on the border of a major metro area.

“Gay Agenda” maybe?

IDK some people really do go about their lives hunting for anything with any relation to the thing (or group) they hate. They think about the thing (or group) they hate more than those that are the thing (or group) in question.

I have no idea what kind of critter that is but damn is it cool looking

I’d say that consuming content that only confirms your biases is a form of failing media literacy as you’re failing to see the biases inherent to the content you’re consuming. There’s the flaw of “I think it’s this way” seeking out that content and not seeing that it’s poorly sourced (if at all) and eating it up.

Not to mention the role that content suggestion algorithms play in reinforcing that behavior and providing you with even more content along the lines of the biases you’re reinforcing.

It’s a complicated can of worms for sure.

NGL aspects of my current life were merely dreams to me a decade ago.

The novelty of having running water on tap will never get old to me, or having a hot shower whenever I want, or a fridge to keep food in.

Of course there’s also aspects that make me feel like I’m living in the horror of how things could be. I find myself waking sometimes wishing to have what I had then, even if it meant losing everything I have now.

Letting my reality be wiped away like the sleep from my eyes just to be back then to have what I lost.

But of course even those years back then (and before) weren’t great. In fact many of them were so terrible that to this day (at over 30) I keep a small light in my room so that when the PTSD kicks into over drive in the night I can quickly figure out where I am to quickly ground myself in reality.

The horrors persist, but so do I. For how can I can the jewels of life unless I continue the search?