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The response was utter insane. In a good way! We had 18 (including myself) total, forming a Conga type line, snaking ourselves through the con floor. We even had people leading us shouting, “Make ways for the queen!” It was surreal. We had such an amazing time. Plus all the photos we posed for the crowds were astonishing as well.
The most interesting stories we definitely the responses we were getting from the crowds. Multiple people bowed for us, several people were just amazed at the shear size of the parade. Plus our two bearded handmaidens in the back of our line were getting lots of attention.
I decided on the decoy dress first. I really wanted to create it. That certain dress has a bit of a challenge to it and I knew I needed something fresh for Star Wars celebration in Chicago. But as I thought about it more, I thought it would be fun to make a group out of it! I had a couple of friends waiting to do something big for SWCC and boom, flamemaiden army 2019 was born! That dress has always been a favorite of mine plus the handmaidens. It felt like the perfect time to cosplay these magnificent ladies from Phantom Menace. PLUS we then figured out that it would the 20th anniversary of the film too. PERFECTION!
My outfit was put together pretty organically. There was a lot of experimenting with polyester velvet fabric manipulation with a heat gun. I used some cheap Halloween spider webbing decor I found from Joann’s plus lovely silk dupoini from Silk Baron. It was all over the place. The handmaidens also creates some of their gowns. It’s a tough look especially with trying to achieve the flame ombré. They did such a wonderful job. Also others purchased some from eBay then altered and weathered to their style. The amount of craftsmanship these creators put into their gowns either bought or made was incredible.
Getting recognized was the icing on the cake. The best part of the day was just being a part of this group. I’m honored to be their Sabé. It was an amazing day.
—- JediManda
Photo : ALeeStudios
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please... if you’re going to attempt to speak in “old” english
THOU is the subject (Thou art…) THEE is the object (I look at thee) THY is for words beginning in a consonant (Thy dog) THINE is for words beginning in a vowel (Thine eyes)
this has been a psa
Preview for a potential thing
reflections from an underwater wave
“Lie close,” Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: “We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?”
A wolf goes for a walk in the woods and meets a dog for the first time
Survivorship Bias
I have posted about survivorship bias and how it affects your career choices: how a Hollywood actor giving the classic “follow your dreams and never give up” line is bad advice and is pure survivorship bias at work.
When I read up on the wikipedia page, I encountered an interesting story:
During WWII the US Air Force wanted to minimize bomber losses to enemy fire. The Center for Naval Analyses ran a research on where bombers tend to get hit with the explicit aim of enforcing the parts of the airframe that is most likely to receive incoming fire. This is what they came up with:
So, they said: the red dots are where bombers are most likely to be hit, so put some more armor on those parts to make the bombers more resilient. That looked like a logical conclusion, until Abraham Wald - a mathematician - started asking questions:
- how did you obtain that data? - well, we looked at every bomber returning from a raid, marked the damages on the airframe on a sheet and collected the sheets from all allied air bases over months. What you see is the result of hundreds of those sheets. - and your conclusion? - well, the red dots are where the bombers were hit. So let’s enforce those parts because they are most exposed to enemy fire. - no. the red dots are where a bomber can take a hit and return. The bombers that took a hit to the ailerons, the engines or the cockpit never made it home. That’s why they are absent in your data. The blank spots are exactly where you have to enforce the airframe, so those bombers can return.
This is survivorship bias. You only see a subset of the outcomes. The ones that made it far enough to be visible. Look out for absence of data. Sometimes they tell a story of their own.
BTW: You can see the result of this research today. This is the exact reason the A-10 has the pilot sitting in a titanium armor bathtub and has it’s engines placed high and shielded.
I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while, and I finally decided to make it.
At a certain point in my life as a pro-choicer, I discovered something: In order to be intellectually honest in my pro-choice thinking, I had to be willing to look around at all of the people I knew—my family, my friends—and be willing to say, “It would be okay if you had never been born.” And I had to be willing to say the same about myself, too.
And I actually was willing to say this. While my mother was pregnant with me, my father tried to pressure her into an abortion, and you know what I thought when I found out? I thought, “She should have gone through with it.” I was a burden; I made everyone’s lives difficult; I wasn’t worth loving or sacrificing for; I didn’t matter. I had so completely internalized this message about myself that finding out that I had almost been killed in my mother’s womb was no big deal. I mean, hey, it would have saved us all a lot of suffering. The cost-benefit analysis seemed perfectly clear: I just wasn’t worth it.
I wasn’t quite so obviously callous in my estimation of other people’s worth, but, had they asked me if I believed that they mattered in any real way—mattered in some way which did not include some reference to my thoughts or feelings about them—I would have had to say no. I would have had to say, “I am overjoyed that you were born because you have contributed so much to my life, and you make me so happy, and I think you’re wonderful, and look at all of the people who love you, but, ultimately, if you had not been born, it would have been okay. At the end of the day, there is nothing necessary about your existence. You are replaceable.” Those were the consequences of my worldview—the worldview which says that each and every child conceived in his mother’s womb is theoretically disposable; the worldview which can talk about “what you have to offer” and how “useful” you are, but can say nothing about the worth of the “useless.”
And I think our society has done a pretty decent job at living out that vision: the Vision of Replaceability. We don’t just treat the unborn this way. We treat the born this way, too. We give up on our spouses when our marriages stop being “useful” contributions to our lives. We give up on our families when the going gets too tough. We give up on our romantic partners when “the spark is gone.” We give up on our friends when we’re not getting what we “need” from them. We’re a culture of quitters. We love when it’s convenient for us. And people are often inconvenient; they demand our time and attention and care; they’re not perfectly suited to our desires the way objects are. So, we objectify them. We pay attention when it suits us and then tuck them away on a shelf somewhere where we keep the rest of our “toys.”
Is it any wonder that we don’t think that we matter? We’ve never seen it. Is it any wonder that many of us cannot even conceive of true selflessness? That the notion that someone might actually want good things for you and might actually not expect anything in return and might actually not just be doing it because “it feels good to do good things” seems so foreign and strange? Should we be surprised? It’s all we know.
And this is the root of the culture of death. This is where death starts. It doesn’t start in war zones or brothels or abusive homes or abortion clinics or execution chambers. Those are its manifestations, but that’s not where death starts. Death starts with people as things. It starts with “you are only as necessary as you are useful.” It starts with “you are not precious; you are replaceable.”
So, we leave ourselves with no resources when we are truly confronted with death. We have nothing real to offer to the suicidal, the eating disordered, the self-injuring, the depressed, the lonely, the abused. Nothing but empty words. We may say, “You are irreplaceable,” but do we mean it? Do we know what it would mean to truly mean those words? I don’t think we do. Not as long as we see each other as “choices,” as “options” in a sea of options. Not as long as we cannot honestly look one another in the eye and say, “It would not have been okay if you had never been born. You belong alive, and you matter, not because of what you do, but because you are you.”
And for those of us who call ourselves pro-life, that has to mean something. It has to mean that we see people as people; that we treat them like people; that we love them. Maybe the reason that the pro-choice movement so often accuses us of “only caring about fetuses” isn’t all unwarranted hyperbole; maybe they’re responding to the very real lack of true, genuine, selfless love in our society, and maybe we’re all in that battle together. How on earth are any of us supposed to know that that’s possible—that we could matter in that way—unless someone shows us? That’s where the culture of life starts: the moment when we discover that we’re loved.
Don’t mind me! This is just a comparison between two of my princess tutu pieces cause I’ve got some reminiscing and pontificating in my system. ^.^
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How to recover an unsaved draft on Microsoft Word
This literally saved my ass a few minutes ago. Yes, you can recover those files that you accidentally closed and thought you couldnt get back.
Right after that happens, open Microsoft Word again and click File - Info - Manage Versions - Recover Unsaved Documents.
It is literally that simple.
The Map
The execution
The rebellion
I keep drawing this night dad so here, another random illustrations but a story might be coming. :) The young girl with the stars is The map, the red little boy is The blood moon.
Midnight and Zenith.
I had a dream of the Young gardener wearing a long red cape and i came up with this idea. (I know it’s not a moomin thing but i really wanted to show it to you! )
New art blog
I decided to make an art blog! It’s sunlightandfreshcherries if you guys are interested!
PSA
MERMAIDS, SIRENS, SELKIES, WATER NYMPHS, AND NEREIDS ARE NOT THE SAME THINGS!
MERMAIDS ARE HALF SEA CREATURE ON BOTTOM AND HALF HUMAN ON TOP. THEY LIVE IN THE OCEAN.
SIRENS ARE OFTEN CONFUSED WITH MERMAIDS BUT ARE ACTUALLY HALF BIRD AND HALF HUMAN, AND THEY LURE YOU TO YOUR DEATH BY TELLING YOU WHAT YOU TRULY DESIRE.
SELKIES ARE HUMANS THAT TURN INTO SEALS. IF YOU STEAL THEIR SEALSKIN THEY ARE BOUND TO YOU.
WATER NYMPHS CAN LIVE IN FRESHWATER OR SALT WATER AND LOOK HUMAN-LIKE BUT ARE IN FACT NATURE SPIRITS.
NEREIDS ARE A TYPE OF WATER NYMPH BUT ARE OCEAN NYMPHS. THERE ARE ONLY 100 OF THEM AND THEY ARE THE DAUGHTERS OF NEREUS AND DORIS, DORIS BEING THE DAUGHTER OF OCEANUS.
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING!
drew this for my friend’s birthday! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Are you perchance working on a comic?
Like this? "🖍" Would love to see one of your oc's!
Fffffffwaah thank you so much~!
Here’s my edgy orphan, Silas, who lives on the streets of London around the 1850′s…ish. He’s half human and half Genecian (a race of shape-shifters, it’s an alternate universe), so he’s often treated as subhuman because of his mixed blood. That’s why he’s pretty…angsty. But if you get past the scowl, he’s just a marshmallow who needs some hugs and love.
YOU NIQQAS WANNA LEARN ELVISH?! HERE YA GO!