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Wings sourced from beekeepers dealing with the loss of their hives due to extreme weather, the pieces are made to memorialize the bees.

"A veil lifts between two worlds: light and dark; life and death; individual and union. It is worn in ceremony of transition. It is a fabric of both grief and celebration, made up of a community, a hive." by lucijockel

By Sage Morningstar

More art - I drew the lineart traditionally and coloured it in digitally,

back when I was on winter holiday :3

strap from a funny butch call that sillycone

In light of the things RFK said about autistic people recently, I feel like it's important to remember where the term "Asperger's Syndrome" came from.

It was the nazi's way of sorting between "useful" autistic people that could still work for them, and "unwanted" autistic people that would be sent to the camps. We kept using the term until very recently to my memory, and I'm not one to speculate but I wouldn't be surprised if the distinction comes back into popularity in the near future. Or even becomes legally recognized.

This isn't about whether or not you personally paid your taxes or wrote a poem. People have value and a right to exist regardless of their ability to do those things, and the second we forget about that and say "oh but I'm not the kind of autistic person he's talking about, I'm useful" we've fallen directly back into the line of thinking they had in literal nazi germany.

This is what it feels like when someone infodumps to me. By the way

Edit to add caption:

[desc begin: a six panel comic featuring an everyman character sitting on a couch with an autism creature loafing on the back of the couch. The creature jumps down to the seat and lies their head on the person's leg, much to their delight. Desc end.]

Imagine growing old with her. Imagine watching as the wrinkles come in, deepening the lines on her face that came from smiling, the frown line from when she concentrated, the crows feet from that devious look she’d get when she was going to do something silly and couldn’t hold in her giddiness. Imagine the way her eyes will soften as you grow together, and that fond exasperation she’ll look at you with when you do something she doesn’t really get but has accepted because it’s a quirk uniquely yours. Imagine that day you would’ve smiled a hundred thousand times together, laughed so hard you couldn’t stand, found comfort in each other so intense that a mere hint of them could ease all tension from your body.

What a privilege it would be to grow old with her.

BETTIE PAGE & TEMPEST STORM in TEASERAMA — 1955, dir. Irving Klaw

“i love you” as in

i will help you bear the load

i will cheer you on from the sidelines

i will give you the world

i will make wishes on stars for you

i will be there in the darkest of nights and brightest of mornings