Hallmark movie where a big city girl is called out to a routine excavation around Christmas and Otzi the Iceman melts her heart with the power of love and also h̶̖͎͒̈ͅa̵̢͔͝l̶̛̥͎̙̥̈́̐͘̕ľ̸͜ụ̶̲̈́̍̐c̵͎̤̽ȋ̴̬̃̂n̸̺̗̲̙̪̆̏̐̆͠o̸̟͇̿̇̌͆͠g̸̝̱̯̗̬͐͐̐̏̿ḙ̷̢̡̪̈́̍̌̔n̷͎͛ḯ̴̭͕̂̊͜c̶͖̬̃̆͆̋͛ ̶̲̎m̶̨̗͎̆̽̿̾u̵̥̲̓̂̇͊ͅs̷͉͓͕̘̎̆̃̒̅h̸̙̑̈́r̷̯̓̒͗̅̀o̵͕̹̓ö̵͔͎͇̪̇̊m̷̛̜̠͚̅s̶͔̝͍̤̑̏̆͌
(we've taken a few liberties with Otzi, hope his descendants aren't furious as that's about half of Europe)
Starting to feel that all negative emotions are justified in feeling, they’re just less useful to hang onto, and the big difficulty here is that I feel them because I feel threatened, and it’s a lot harder to accept that I’m not especially in conditions which seem so persistent as to seem permanent.
so it takes like 45 minutes of servitors hooking you up and chanting while putti flutter overhead to get you INTO Space Marine Armor
is there like a quick release? Like "crap all activators are out down my left side and the place is crawling with elves who make a bloodplay party during Folsom look gentle, I need to get out of this rig NOW?"
#drawings yesterday. Unsure how drawing might work out later today thanks to adjusting to new glasses plus fatigue.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.