Garrus poster! You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. Part three of three for a series of posters I’ll have at Emerald City Comic Con and future cons this year.
I want this.
Liara T’Soni art nouveau poster made as a companion to my 2 year old Commander Shepard piece.
You can buy it in my etsy shop or at either of the cons I’m working in March.
I think it might be Liara Friday. ;D ;D ;D
Liara poster! She Blinded Me with Science by Thomas Dolby. Part two of three for a series of posters I’ll have at Emerald City Comic Con and future cons this year.
Geener’s Mass Effect drawings give my life meaning. She should still make a Mako/Hammerhead OTP poster JUST GIVE IT SOME THOUGHT BB.
I do an advice column for a newspaper called Extremely Bad Advice. It’s normally not like this, but this week is different.
Here it is.
Some of you may know that our friend Chip (he of SEX CRIMINALS), is also Steve Murray, proper Canadian humorist.
He’s written something in the link above that’s not his usual fare and it’s… well, it’s beautiful and human and my chest is tight after reading it.
It’s about grief, some of you may want that warning going in. If you have blood in your veins, I encourage you to read it.
also don’t read the comments
THAT GUY’S FACE AT THE END
"Mmmm this IS a tasty door handle!"
How People on the East Coast Prepare for a Blizzard
accurate beyond belief
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING OH MY GOD
This is happening again lololol
My guess before I hit play was, “This is about bread, milk, and batteries.”
It is December 6th, and I remember.
I was 13 years old when Marc Lépine opened fire and murdered 14 women for being at engineering school when he wasn’t. He blamed feminism for the situation he was in, and murdered these women for being in non-traditional jobs, for being there.
Every year, the memorials I go to are different. Some are quiet - I remember several winters in the snow, holding candles and reciting names like a talisman against violence.
Geneviève Bergeron, 21 years old. Hélène Colgan, 24 years old. Nathalie Croteau, 24 years old.
When I was younger, they seemed impossibly mature and sophisticated. I used to imagine them laughing and enjoying university, cut down without warning. Now that I’m 35, they seem so young, and I wonder if they were afraid.