No exaggeration, one person connecting with one character dragged me kicking and screaming out of a year+ long rut. Being able to write has been my final thread more than once, and @systemrecoded.bsky.social gave that refuge back to me. He's good at what he does, and you should give him your money.

The Hubble deep field images. I don't see how anyone can contemplate the enormity of the universe and not be affected. It's become a sort of litmus test for whether I can connect with someone on anything more than a superficial level. I wish I could get the ultra deep printed across my ceiling.

Am I doing this right?

lol You communicated so much with so little here. Even before I read the text the situation was clear. Well done.

Awestruck by the grandeur. ((I hope she had all the fun!))

People really checked your post and said:

One advantage of no one reading my stories is it gives me the freedom to go back and fix/adjust/change things as needed/desired.

This reminded me, I found this while digging through stuff I'd saved on an old phone. I don't remember which one of y'all shared it, or where, but it pops up in my mind about once a month.

Going into the head of an OC who shares a lot of your mental baggage either fully opens the writing tap or makes every sentence feel like doing surgery on your own fingers. Today was very much the latter, and boy I could really just use a hug. -Page by the incredibly talented @chaikachi.bsky.social

@markallenjr.com Thought you could appreciate this photogenic growin' boy about 20 miles north of me.

Cackling as they drag me back to Writer Jail

Liquid, void, and crime, not necessarily in that order. More of a mix and match.

Random morning visitor in the back yard. Don't know of anyone around us having peafowl. Could just be passing through. Either way, she's super chill. Enjoy your breakfast, ma'am.

Share to jumpscare anyone with a lawn.

@markallenjr.com, as a man of science, I have an endless appreciation for the nigh miraculous instrumentation available to track scary weather, but watching horses panic and sprint toward their shelter illuminated only by the flashes of approaching lightning still shakes my soul on a primal level.

Love the obstructively huge empty platitude. Also, I dunno why, but this little feller here really tickled me. Big backyard cryptid energy. Like, while he's got your attention the rest of his pod are making off with all your clothespins or something.

Cotton has no fear of being drawn, for she is clearly well hidden and nigh invisible.

@deepblueink.bsky.social, it came in! ...three days AFTER the biggest snow storm of my life. lol So glad people are digging the show. Keep up the great work, dude. Warm! Cap! Warm! Cap! Warm! Cap! Warm! Cap!

Just a friendly reminder.

Do not want.

GIVE. THIS. MAN. YOUR. MONEY. (This is just some stuff I felt comfortable sharing because I commissioned them. You should see the stuff he's done of his own accord. And yes, that is an armadillo hussar, and it absolutely rules.)

"You'll be visited by three spirits." The three spirits:

You ever randomly remember that something you used to enjoy still exists, then suddenly it's 2003 and you're helping your buddy fix his truck while a couple of cute girls sit around nearby jamming to music that will definitely be cool forever while being toootally impressed by your rugged manliness?