Brie Mac And Cheese

In another universe maybe; but why not in this one?

Steppes of Siberia

"But why do you let your disability stop you?" Because that's.... what disabilities... do. That's... literally the basic definition... of being disabled... A disability impairs your ability to function. That's what the term means. That's the main thing

This year has been quite trying, but I'm happy that I discovered a love of making these horse animations in 2023.

"The hour of the blood moon" - a Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild-themed ATC I painted back in 2021. With "Tears of the Kingdom" on the horizon, I'm looking back at this amazing game and realize that I honestly need to paint more LoZ landscapes.

by Evgeny Vazhenin

I miss my childhood, in the sense that I want things to be simple again. It's weird to see nostalgia videos of when I was growing up. But I also see them for decades before I was born, and sometimes I wonder if my mom wishes for childhood too. Probably.

My classmate said that blind people can't be in science because they "can't read graphs." I responded with "disabled people can be scientists, besides that's what alt text is for." She replied with "well, okay, but they can't be in forestry [our field], that would be too hard for a disabled person." I then countered with the fact that I am disabled and am succeeding (and while I didn't point it out, I am receiving higher grades than she is, and I have had to tutor her). She said that it's different for me, and when I asked how so, she didn't reply.

Disabled scientists exist and we are successful!

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

I want to leave but I know that I can never come back to this, here, right now. What a scary thought