Else

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sometimes I write. sometimes I stare at birds. photographs/art my own unless otherwise stated. queer. it/its and she/her in unequal measure. 🔞 actually just a moth. maybeelse.site

a photograph of a moth drinking from an orange-and-pink flower. in the foreground an out of focus bee crawls on another flower
A photograph of a great blue heron in a graveyard. Its head is emerging from darkness. A dead chipmunk dangles from its beak.
silicone dildo pistol from google image search
> "... visitors to Corrade are often struck by the masks worn by many of its citizens. Some report being confused and unsettled; others find these masks comical or reassuring ..." > "... adding to the common misconception that all citizens of Corrade wear masks (in reality, barely half the population adheres to that tradition), photographs of masked citizens are among the most recognizable images of Corrade, excepting, perhaps, the towering skyscrapers of Central Corrade, their brightly lit windows and gilded angles piercing the Astral Witch's eternal night. Ask a foreigner to think of Corrade, and they will likely imagine a throng of masked students standing beneath the Dodecahedron's eternal flame, or perhaps lovers in flirtatious quarter-masks standing on a pier, silhouetted against the false sun's warm glow ..." > "... myriad divisions exist within masks, as is true of any item which mixes fashion, ritual, and indeed function, for masks almost entirely supplant the roles occupied by eyeglasses and sunglasses in the territories which adjoin its airport ..." > "... work-masks, and their close cousins ritual-masks, were the progenitors of the tradition. Typically lightly creased ovals with wide eyeholes and little decoration beyond paint, tradition holds that their origin was early witches' attempt to imitate the visages of Snail, Oak, and Rook, the nigh-legendary primordial powers who first carved Corrade from the thick scar tissue between Hydrogen's Story and the True Sea. Modern anthropologists also point to *Amanita corradii*, a species of fungus endemic to Corrade's coastal forests and inland chapparal, whose asymmetric fruiting bodies develop eyespots in the hours before they begin to release their spores ..."
glitchy moth thighs
A cropped macro photograph, showing a section of a flower's stamen. It's very sexual.
A macro photograph of a flower's stamens.
a macro photograph of a flower's pollen-encrusted stamen
a macro photograph of a flower's stamen and pistil
a macro photograph of tiny pastel pink flowers
a macro photograph of a jumping spider
a glitched selfie of a white trans woman with messy hair. one of her fingers is over her lips, as if she's telling you to be quiet.
a tastefully glitchy selfie of a white woman in a tight black top. a raven skull necklace hangs around her neck. she thinks she's pretty.
She may be a face-stealing spy, but you can always tell it's her. No one else looks at you like she does.
It was a monstrous thought. She let herself think it again. It was still a monstrous thing to contemplate, but her fingers were in her cunt as she thought it.
A general in uniform and four new york police officers stand around a mannequin in an archaic torture device. The general is pointing at the mannequin; the police officers look variously horrified and intrigued. The subtitles read "Psychological warfare. Brainwashing." Another mannequin is strapped to a St. Andrew's Cross in the background. This image is a screenshot from The Mouse That Roared (1959).
a photograph of a red-crested cardinal. it's striking a jaunty pose
a panoramic photo of a beautiful beach and the clouds above
a snowy egret perched on a plastic thing in a lake
a horsefly on a large green leaf
a hummingbird sipping from orange flowers
The banks of the River Oceanus, which binds the earth and divides the realms of the living and dead. While most of the world understands it as simply a myth, Grand Fenwickian scholars hold that, since the earth is known to be a sphere, the River Oceanus must be a gate from the finite human earth (the known world, which can be mapped and conquered) into an *infinite* and *inhuman* earth, in which natural law does not hold and all things are made true. It is believed that this entrance lies somewhere in the arctic.
A screenshot of a horrid list of people and places.
A macro photograph of a flower's pistil and six stamens.
A catbird perched on a small branch covered in new leafs
A black-and-white macro photograph of a flower's petals
A macro photograph of a yellow flower pressing up against a red flower.
"Again, Harder" by Alice Stoehr and "Plastic, Prism, Void" by violet allen
a wilted rose among small yellow flowers, also wilted.
"an empty introduction"
"what counts as an angel?"
a macro photograph of a flower's exposed stamens and pistols
a macro photograph of a pinkish flower's petals and stamen. pollen is smeared on some of the petals.
a photograph of a camera on a tripod aimed at a flower. a small clamp holds the flower steady under a light panel
a macro photograph of a white-and-green flower's tangled petals
a macro photograph of a white petal in front of a pinkish flower
a macro photograph of crumpled white-and-green flower petals
a photograph of a goldfinch eating a leaf
a black and white photograph of an osprey in flight, holding a stick
a photograph of an osprey landing on a radio tower. it is holding a long stick; sticks and detritus betray the presence of a nest hidden somewhere among all of the technology.
a sticker reading: BINO The Handler APGL
a macro photograph of white flower petals
a photograph of several flowers
macro photograph of a brilliantly red flower
macro photograph of a reddish-pink flower among tiny yellow-white flowers
an earring organizer full of perfume samples
a photograph of two timex watches. one is colored rose gold and the other is silver; both have a rose inlaid in the face.
a macro photograph of a rose gold bee on a collar
a macro photograph of a flower. it is so very red.
a photograph of the meaty end of an uncooked lamb chop. liquid weeps from its surface.
a tarot cocktail card thing
the dictionary of imaginary places (2000 edition)
a black and white photograph of a deer
a rose gold timex watch with a rose pattern cut out of its face and tiny gems at four points around its face. it is held in a white woman's hand.
Colonel Aldridge is a purchased officer. This is not an insult; the vast majority of officerships in The Democratic Republic of Grand Fenwick and Its Associated Territories[^footnote] are purchased. Merit officers are thin on the ground and rarely rise without powerful patrons, which really means that it's the *officer* being purchased rather than the commission. So it does not immediately follow that Jennifer Aldridge is a loser. [^footnote]: Comprising one third of the known world, the four surviving Lunar States, and the good half of the Venusian Grand Casino and Summer Camp (a joint project with Molvania, prior to their current state of total and eternal war). Grand Fenwick also claims ownership of three planets, six comets, and a very confused Gliesean generation ship that happened to be passing by when Grand Fenwick was busy landing flags on everything. Grand Fenwick does *not* claim ownership of the interior of the hollow earth, but the Arctic Survey Corps is *definitely* going to figure out where the door is this year. They've been looking for fifty years, how much longer could it possibly take?! She is, of course. But that's not the fault of her indulgent family, who finds it necessary to ensure that even its least-favored by-blows are given positions worthy of their name. Nor can she blame her upbringing; her four older siblings all turned out perfectly well, and even her two younger sibs are well on their way to becoming useful members of the minor nobility (one of them is a priest; the other a clerk. Hardly honorable positions, but unlikely to shame their name as long as they don't fall in love with a prole or some such nonsense).
This is Callista Hayes. She hates you. Like most of the army's human assets, she is marked by childhood malnutrition. The allocation of resources to unproductive persons is broadly discouraged, especially in times of economic stress and austerity. She is now useful enough that her muscles are covered by a hard-won layer of fat, especially around her torso, but her skin remains fragile and prone to a variety of dysfunctions. If she still had hair on her head—or her original head—it would be thin and brittle. Broadly speaking, height is a marker of status. Officers, who are almost uniformly born to noble families and fed an indulgent diet, see the world from inches or feet higher than the median enlisted proles. This makes them easy to identify and kill. The handful of exceptions, proles whose genetics gifted them with unusual height, are viewed with suspicion by their fellows and superiors alike. Callista is an exception among exceptions, an import from the lunar colonies; two meters tall even without the exoskeletal augmentations that shield her limbs' fragile bones from damage. Her replacement skull adds another handful of centimeters. Her immune system is poor, the result of a childhood spent in low gravity with little exposure to terrestrial pathogens. This was originally thought to be a useful feature of lunar imports, since it reduces the volume of immunosuppressants her body must tolerate to survive the various implants and augmentations she has been subjected to; that theory has since been discredited. Native proles are simply so much cheaper.
a macro photograph of dead flowers
a macro photograph of flowers
French toast with strawberries and bacon