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no no no no no
any time i do a moderate-sized serial project, i immediately look at ways i can make it as massive as possible and i know i just don’t finish things when i do this, i need to sToP
no, lady, no
holy unexpected nap time, batman
I’m gonna fuck around in Photoshop for a bit. I will turn the stream on in a while if I get to a good place so there’s something actually interesting for people to look at.
Meanwhile, on deviantart, someone left me nothing but a link to this song in the comments on this image:

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So two and a half months ago, I was finishing Babylon 5, and this episode starts up with a crowded room of people gossiping or doing whatever you do when you’re this fancy and oblivious that you clog up hallways to socialize rather than stand in an open room like normal people:

And then they do the tv thing where the entire room (or hallway, in this instance) notices that something is going down, and then all look across the room and see someone entering.
And we cut to this:

And despite having been paying attention to the plot - despite knowing what should be coming - I grumped into my seat and thought, ‘Here we go, it’s some sexy boots, next is a long loving pan upward on some super attractive female Centauri socialite who is going to be our plot token for the episode.”
Because these guys are clearly Down, and the lady with them is looking a bit like she thinks she needs to step up her game.

And then:

Oh.
And this was the point at which I heard ‘walk walk fashion baby’ echoing in my head and discovered I had a deep appreciation for Londo’s boots.
Again, I submit this doodle:

Two Siberian Huskies on a frozen lake
When two Siberian Huskies go for an adventure on a frozen lake, a beautiful series of images captured by the Russian photographer Fox Grom. A pretty surreal vision!
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I know you and I Screamed about this last night after the stream, but AUGH, I still look at it and my breath catches a little and then perhaps I snort with some kind of frustrated desperation, I can’t. I can’t so hard that the ability to can is something like conceiving of being in four dimensions.
My favorite part of this was our mutual decision that Lorien would ask them both separately to go with him, but that they’d refuse to go without each other on grounds of ‘Where he goes, I go.’ I mean, really. I say. My heart beats a little stronger this day. Perhaps I clutch my shirt over my chest.
I had zero investment in what was beyond the rim when Sheridan went (because I was still REELING, SCREAMING, AND HOWLING LIKE A BANSHEE ABOUT LONDO), but now I’m like, “I need to know everything about this, I need to send them there, I need to paint this, I need to read this, I need to put this on the floor and roll in it like a dog in garbage, I Need.”
We have discussed what you must do. At the risk of horrifically tangling my sci-fi franchises, Make It So.