Building a treehouse is the biggest insult to a tree. “I killed your friend, here hold him.”


Its more of I killed a potential enemy. Hold his dismembered corpse in victory.

Plants don’t wage war

Ever heard of blackberries?

Yes, plants do wage war

Mint and strawberries, too. They need to be quarantined or they will kill basically everything else. 

I planted mint in the ground 2 years ago.

It’s currently fighting a bitter battle to the death against the raspberries attempting to invade from the east while trying to annex the patio.

Could go either way at this point TBH. Unless, of course, I take a shovel and the blowtorch out there and battle both back to within their original boundaries.

And anyone wondering if a blowtorch is overkill for weeding back mint has never actually planted mint.

This post did not go where I expected it to.

Our garden plot at my childhood home slowly got overrun by wild blackberries after we stopped managing it while my sister and I were in nursing school. And by overrun I mean it was like a 4 foot tall thicket of wild blackberries. It hadn’t been touched by humans in at least 4 years. I started the ultimately futile task of trying to clear this plot with a machete and discovered to my amazement a patch of mint several feet across underneath the canopy of blackberry, still fighting the good fight all those years later.

Ultimately it took two jars of homemade napalm and some creative fire placement to clear that patch but I damn sure saved that patch of mint. It earned the right to be there.

Yall mother fuckers don’t even talk unless you’ve had to wage war on kudzu (it’s an ivy strain directly from Hell) that shit doesn’t just wage war with other plants, it wages war with all living things on planet earth. It’s some gnarly ass Blood for the Blood God, Chlorophyll for the Chlorophyll Throne demon weed. 

Can second the comments of Kudzu.

I forget where I read it but there’s this one tree that creates an extremely flammable substance that’s in both the bark and leaves. Dead trees become torches and crushed up leaves become dust-incendiary, all while the plant’s seeds are Giant Redwood levels of resilient to open flame. IE it has a goddamn scorched earth policy. It’s even more badass than plants that use toxins to starve other plants.

I’d like to third the comments on Kudzu. These are the battlefields:

See those weird pillars? Those were trees. See that strange lump in the middle? That was a house. Everything green you see in this photo is kudzu.




Every version of dwarves has them being almost constantly armoured, and living in huge fortresses and underground tunnels, usually with some super-dramatic main gate that’s twenty feet high and about three feet thick.

What if there’s a reason for that? Like, they weren’t always a race of warriors and miners who almost never showed themselves above ground?

What if they’re the fantasy equivalent of those survivalists who turn their basement into a bomb shelter and fill the place with guns and canned food because they’re totally convinced The End Is Nigh?

What about a setting where the dwarves used to be perfectly happy above ground, growing flowers and getting a tan, until some huge disaster happened, and they all went Fuck This. So they dug down and hid away until the zombie horde or magical plague or the horde of rabid squirrels or whatever had passed, but they never forgot, and now their entire species is like “Constant Vigilance!”

There might even be some dwarf cities buried so deep they never heard the disaster ended. A whole city-fortress of paranoid, armed to the teeth dwarves, ready to kick the shit out of anything that isn’t a dwarf.

what the fuck i love this

There are three basic kinds of dwarves.

The Deep Dwarves never unsealed their vaults. They’ve got pretty much no idea what happened since they closed the big doors, but they know that things were going really bad really fast when they got to the shelter, and they know that they haven’t run out of anything irreplaceable yet so there’s no reason to open up now.

Then there’s your basic mountain dwarves. They opened the gates at some point, maybe out of curiosity, maybe because they ran out of some resource or broke something they couldn’t fix on their own, maybe because they didn’t have enough genetic diversity when the apocalypse happened to stay sealed up for more than a few generations, maybe they wanted to do what they could to help the poor bastards stuck outside. Regardless, they’ve made contact with the outside world, and they might have trade or even diplomatic relations with the primitive tribes that have risen up out of the ashes of the old world, but except when absolutely necessary they stay in where it’s safe, ready to seal the gates again at a moment’s notice.

Then there’s the third group, dwarves who have decided that living outside with the humans and orcs and elves and shit isn’t too bad. These are widely regarded as lunatics, and evidence of the damage that prolonged exposure to the stuff outside will do to your brain.

There is a reason why the Shield Dwarves of Sharna live below the surface…







My cat brings me socks as offerings when he wants attention

For the record, these were all shot in one day. When we redid the carpets, we found 102 socks stashed in various places around the house. All that time I thought it had been the dryer eating them…

How much of your budget is dedicated to socks?

my bowie does this


His name is boots







This cat is too fluffy for me to comprehend in slow motion

wow continuants wow


Me: “Do you guys want to see the fluffiest cat?”
Coworkers, immediately and loudly: “YES SEND IT NOW.”

I love cloud cat

that cat is wearing a functional neck ruff

hello elizabethan cloud cat keep up the good work

I want to pet said fluffy kitty. Then again, I want to pet all the kitties.




I just cannot stress enough how much i fUCKING LOVE MERMAIDS


Those first two look like they’re straight out of Rolling in the Deep by @seananmcguire

The last two are dead ringers for what I was picturing in my mind for those poor mermaids on Sharna that no PC has even met.



Medication is often stigmatized and that really bothers me. I’ve taken meds on and off for years to supplement my focus and combat my anxiety. I’ve adapted because of prescriptions. None of us are weak for this, we’re simply helping our brains get the chemicals they need to function better.

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The outpour of love for this design has been absolutely incredible and the circulation has been surreal. Thank you, world, for sharing the message and I’m thrilled to hear how it’s resonated and even so much as comforted so many thousands of people! There will be more pro-mental health art to come, I promise. (I’ve named this Purrozac by the way!)

I’ve made a small number of RedBubble sales since posting this and while it doesn’t give me a lot of money, it’s the smallest comfort to my financial anxieties and I can’t thank people enough for the support. Even just the thousands of notes is incredible for me. I always thought I’d have to post more fan art and copyrighted imagery to be recognized. While this image is not very strong by my own standards, being recognized as an artist for artwork with a message so near and dear to me personally as a sufferer of anxiety, situational depression, and grief has just been incredibly fulfilling.

I’m genuinely so moved I could cry and the joy from this is much appreciated in such a turbulent period in my own life. Thank you so much.