a cat is a sort of machine that dispenses hair all over you and everything else in the room
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a cat is a sort of machine that dispenses hair all over you and everything else in the room

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im curious about a specific generational divide
regardless of you being queer or not, did your parents ever gave you the "if you turn out to be gay it would be fine" talk, before you ever had the chance to say anything on your own about that?
gen z, yes
gen z, no
millenial, yes
millenial, no
gen x, yes
gen X, no
baby boomer, yes
baby boomer, no
because it happened to me and im wondering if this was a product of the ongoing cultural change around gay issues. before i ever had the chance to say to my parents "i am this" my mom was already sitting me aside to tell me "if there is anything you want to tell me, i want you to know ill accept you no matter what"
Hate when I'm trying to find my luggage at the baggage claim but they all look the same. Many such cases.
*sigh* fine, fine, i'll be the new doctor who showrunner. bring me two twinks, britain's tallest woman, and 1000 pounds worth of alumininamian foil
it’s me boy it’s the oath of feanor speaking to you from inside your brain listen to me boy what you have left behind you should count now no loss; needless baggage on the road it has proved. let those that cursed your name, curse you still, and whine their way back to the cages of the valar! come with me and let the ships burn! we’ll have kinslaying times in… beleriand! doo doo doo doo ye-ea-ah! you need me boy the security of valinor is an illusio-

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in case anyone is missing the sheer beauty of this french pun, in english it says "ominous" but broken up like a separated head and body - but in french "o minous" means "oh kitties"
I seem to be living a very expensive lifestyle called eating food regularly
only the true king could remove the sword from the stone…. no one else could…… they didn’t have…. arthurization
This sick bleach shirt I made. Something to showcase my undying love for prehistoric cave art.
Some of the bleach burned thru the shirt bc this was my first time bleaching anything ever, but it kinda adds to it.

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i dont trust anyone whos hostile towards city pigeons one bit & im being very serious about it
every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made
also we are so primed to be like "well this system is fair, bc look, there's a few people from Traditionally Excluded Groups participating!" which, yeah, that is what they want you to think. that is why they will let exceptional individuals from those groups through the gates.
you don't look at who is in the walled city to determine who is being unfairly excluded. you look at who is outside of the walled city.
who is not present? why are they not present? what is the given reason/excuse for them not being present?
I bet crunching your little fangs into cardboard feels good as hell for a cat
Finished stitching my Oversight series.
12 small embroidered poem-objects in wool, linen, cotton, silk, stitched on canvaswork mesh and edged in glass beads.

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One time I did that thing where you try to commune with your ancestors by getting insanely sleep-deprived and doing a shitload of drugs at a place that was sacred to them, which in my case was the parking lot where they used to dump the frogs after they injected them with piss. And obviously I was hoping to get given a revenge quest, like a relatively-recent one that I could conceivably still track down and kill somebody's descendent over?
But I guess I should have used different drugs because the wronged ancestor I got was this I think neanderthal who was around when they invented bags. Like, to carry shit in. Before bags they just carried everything like, in their hands and arms and stuff.
And she was still mad about the bags! Like, absolutely furious that some other biped had done that. Total disrespect to the craft of carrying items, in her opinion; ruined a whole generation's balance and arm strength. And she personally had been *so* good at balancing fruits and dead animals in her arms stably and over lengthy walks. Which she demonstrated to me.
And she was like "you know why you have back pain. It's those fucking bags." And I went, "oh yeah I know my doctor told me my fucking high school backpack did permanent damage." Then I had to tell her about backpacks, and you have never SEEN a neanderthal or whatever she was that fucking mad. She asked if I could find a descendent of whoever was responsible for *those* to kill, and I had to say no, I'm sorry, but the backpacks were also a really long time ago, I cannot trace guilt in blood on that one either.
So she was really pissed off and went like "I don't think you really even want an ancestral revenge quest." And I was feeling kind of defensive at this point and asked her why she didn't kill the bag lady herself with a spear when she wasn't looking. And then I had to explain spears, too. I guess the bags came first?
But anyway, apparently one of my ancestors died trying to drown the inventor of the bag, and as a result I agreed to kill the dean of my high school (a compromise). I wrote to Ursula K. Le Guin about this but she never responded.
Stop tagging this "unreality," it happened
being a jack of all trades is dope as fuck honestly. it's like I'm doing crop rotation inside my own brain
holy fuck but that's actually what it feels like though? It's finally cooling down here so soon it will be woodworking season. Just finished a giant stack of mending/alterations and I can't bear to look at the sewing machine for a while, time to get back to the embroidery I put on hold. Knitting for too long makes my wrist hurt so I have to space it out with spinning and inkle weaving. Got reminded markers exist and impulse bought some watercolours, time to get back to practicing art for a while. etc.