Made these last April/May, hand sewn/felted, and traded for a teaser made by a student. I have plans to rework the pattern to see if I can get Alastor enough strength to stand without being propped up.

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Made these last April/May, hand sewn/felted, and traded for a teaser made by a student. I have plans to rework the pattern to see if I can get Alastor enough strength to stand without being propped up.

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i think⦠my huge wip⦠is a wip no longer
One day, this feeling will be mine. Congratulations!
SAKANA IS BACK.
That's right, folks. They said it COULDN'T BE DONE. They said it would NEVER HAPPEN. Well guess what, I'M TOO STUBBORN FOR THAT.
Check out Chapter 25, starting September 5th, at 9:30am est! The site got a big facelift too! wow!!
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WERE ANY OF YOU GOING TO TELL ME THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PHYSICAL REACTION TO HOT PEOPLE??? LIKE HEARTRATE RISES AND ALL THAT. THATāS REAL??
Iāve been dramatically exaggerating my reactions to hot people for YEARS because I thought that was what everyone did. For COMEDIC EFFECT. are you telling me all the squealing and people getting flustered and those ānot to be a lesbian but oh my godā tags were Not A Joke
At least dinosaurs. Are real
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Hob's students know their professor so well that if they mention certain Shakespeare sonnets, there are guaranteed reactions.
Without fail.
Every damn time.
Obviously, they all remind him of his darling husband, Professor Murphy, but it was interesting to catalogue the intensity of his reaction versus the sonnet in question.
Blushes? Awww, cute.
Swearing? Pffthahahaha. Adorable.
Medieval-inspired oaths? Ooooh. Uh. Huh. Is it hot in here?
Legit Middle English? š³š³š³ Hey, who let Professor Murphy in here?
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I blame @arialerendeair ENTIRELY for this!
"i can probably get this fun new fic idea written out as a coherent oneshot in a few days, and then afterwards i can get back to writing my other project(s)" <- this is the devil speaking through you
Actual laughter out loud post that is also a universal truth.
āMay you have a life of safety and peaceā, said the witch, cursing the bloodthirsty warrior.
The words of the slain hold tremendous power.
Itās why any sensible warrior is a master of swift endings. Such as an arrow through the eye or a clean separation of head from shoulders. In a pinch, a slit throat will do. Though it really is best to avoid giving your enemy the chance to make even garbled curses out of their last bloody breaths. For even those without the slightest touch of magic have been known to make a curse stick if itās uttered on the cold brink of death.
Eindred the Bloody collected curses in the same way that other warriors collected scars. Even in the wild chaos of battle, he was known to take a knee, pressing his ear to a felled enemyās laboring lips.
May your every loved one die screaming in pain.
I hope you die with your eyes stabbed out and your heart in your hands.
You will never know happiness.
Your existence will be suffering.
May your greatest enemy rise from the grave and never leave you alone.
The last was his most recent curse, and Eindred wondered if it meant some great murdered brute was tracing his steps, waiting to catch him while he slept.
Eindred crossed the peninsula with a company of barbaric warriors, gaining a new curse from every enemy he felled. Not all of them would stick, he knew. But some undoubtedly would. And he would deserve every one.
Others in his company treated him with to wary, sidelong glances, because surely it was dangerous to travel with one so cursed as he. But Eindred was a force in battle, relentless and unstoppable as an icy winter gale, and so they swallowed their complaints, and contented themselves with leaving a wide berth on either side of his scarred, patchwork arms.
Eindred was marching at the back of the company when they came upon the village. It was a collection of squat, wooden homes tucked beneath a snow capped mountainside. From thatched rooftops, wisps of smoke from cooking fires rose, painting the blue sky in pale, meandering strokes.Ā
This company tended to leave such settlements alone, and Eindred was glad for it. No warriors would be found in tiny mountainside villages, and though he might live to fight, he had no interest in wholesale slaughter.Ā
This time, however, the company leader - a silent, brutish man, held up a hand.
Their company was running low on food, it turned out, and even from a distance, the warriors could see the villageās sheep - a trail of white spots on the green hillside.
Eindred was disappointed when, ultimately, violence erupted in the quiet village, though he did not lay down his thick handled blade.
The shepherd boy had refused to give up his masterās sheep, and when he shouted, a blacksmith had burst from his home, wielding a great hammer in his hand.Ā
The battle was short.Ā
When all was done, four lay dead. The shepherd, the blacksmith, and two young men whoād foolishly taken up crude wooden spears. The rest of the villagers huddled, terrified in their homes. The warriors expected to slaughter the sheep with no further trouble, but when they turned back to the field, an individual stood blocking their way.
His hair was dark - as the hair in these parts tended to be, and his face was sharp, both nose and cheeks splattered with freckles. Golden eyes beheld the warriors, and he watched them with a steady, measured gaze. Without the slightest hint of fear, he stood before them, his simple robe fluttering in the icy mountainās breath, and said: āThese are simple people. They have little in way of money or goods. It wasnāt for nothing that the shepherd, blacksmith, and teenagers died. They need these sheep. And I cannot allow you to take them.ā
The other warriors in the company laughed at the young manās foolishness - for that was what it looked like to them. Eindred did not laugh, however. Though the strangerās voice was light, the air stirred around him.Ā
It was rare to encounter one who commanded magics. Rare - but not impossible. And so Eindred alone was unsurprised when the young man turned his golden eyes to the heavens and summoned great branches of lightning which cleaved the skies above them. The world erupted and the men around Eindred screamed.
Eindred, whoād expected something like this, had already begun running.Ā
Later, he would think it odd that the witch hadnāt bothered to move. But in the heat of battle, with lightning splitting the field at his back, Eindredās attention had narrowed to the rough point of his blade - and then, the crimson place where it pierced the witchās chest.
The skies silenced as Eindred pulled the wet, crimson blade free of its target.Ā
It took just a moment for the witch to fall, but in that single, infinite moment, Eindred was subjected to the full weight of that golden gaze.
Legs folding beneath him, the witch crumpled, collapsing back onto the wild, wet grass. Eindred knelt beside him, grimly eager to hear the curse and be done with it. Surely a curse at the lips of one so powerful as this would finally bring an end to things?Ā
To take oneās own life was an unspeakably shameful end for a warrior such as he. But a curse? Well, one couldnāt help how the wrong curse might speed things along.
The witchās black hair was damp from the dew in the grass, and when he turned, it stuck to the side of his face and neck. His mouth opened and closed. Holding his breath, Eindred leaned in.
ā-my hutā¦itās just pastā¦the next hill over,ā the witch whispered. āIn it, I keep medicines and herbs. For the villagers. And travelers who pass.ā
Eindred shook his head. He didnāt understand.
Impossibly, the witch smiled. When he lifted a hand, Eindred twitched, expecting to be struck.
The witchās bloodied finger, however, did nothing more than tap his chest. And then, in a wet, rattling breath, the witch, with his great power finally spoke his curse.Ā
āMay you live a life of safety and peace.āĀ
Eindred sat, his thick, scarred knuckles braced in the dirt as the cold mountain wind whistled down the hillside at his back.
āWhat?ā he whispered.Ā
But the young manās golden eyes were blank and empty, and the other warriors lay dead in the field. Only the relentless wind snapped and whistled in answer.
Eindred left.
Within a month, heād joined up with another company. And it soon became clearĀ the witchās death rattle had been a curse of great power indeed. For wherever Eindred traveled, peace inevitably followed. Enemy warriors surrendered and when they didnāt, members within Eindredās own company had sudden changes of heart. As for Eindred himself, not a single person would raise a blade against him, and Eindred had never been the sort who could raise his own blade against one who had no wish to fight.
And so for another month he wandered, hapless, without even the dark purpose of collecting curses which had driven him for the last several years.Ā
Heād been raised with a sword in his hand, brought up knowing full well that his job in life would be to cut short the existence of any who stood against him. Not even thirty, and his soul was exhausted, worn ragged by such an life. And so, heād sought a way out if it. Eindred had accumulated a terrifying number of curses - curses which would surely have felled lesser men than he. Before everything had gone wrong in the tiny village, heād been sure it was only a matter of time before they overcame him.
But now, the witchās single curse had overpowered them all.
Eindred was safer than heād ever been in his life. Heād never known such a quiet, terrible peace.Ā
After another month, he returned to the mountainside village. He didnāt have any good reason to return - other than perhaps the distant hope that a villagerās rage might be enough to overcome the curse. As he climbed the grassy hillside, he resigned himself to potential death by club or rake.
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I had those words stuck in my head all day long. I suspected I dreamed it, but Iām not sure. Weird ā¦

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JUST IN CASE thereās anyone seeing this funny picture who doesnāt fully understand why this is a terrible idea a circuit breaker is a safety device.Ā Itās designed to shut off a given circuit in the event of an overload.Ā If you stop it from doing its job, you could set your house on fire.Ā Even if that doesnāt happen, you can also cause really expensive damage to your houseās electrical system.Ā Ā
Most houses (and other residential units) will have outlets on several different circuits. (Major appliances, like the stove and refrigerator, usually get their own.) If you have a breaker that keeps tripping, look around for an outlet that still works when that breaker trips, and plug some of your stuff in there instead.Ā (There may even be a helpful diagram inside of the door of your breaker panel--most of the places Iāve lived, it was either left blank or completely illegible, but itās worth checking.)Ā The idea is to spread the load out over multiple circuits.Ā Ā
TIL the function of a circuit breaker isn't common knowledge
What the hell else do people think they're for?
Remember that thereās at least a whole generation of people who were raised without any serious education on how to maintain homes or personal property by their parents or schools
Hello I'm part of that generation and if you didn't notice, you can see the outlet starting to burn in the first picture with how brown it is.
david tennants so funny to me cuzĀ hes like. a very private and quiet person. and all characters they call him to do are like mr slutty mcthot
David Tennant can do three things, be a detective, a serial killer, or wear very tight pants
i always think the venn diagram is Slut, Sad Dad, and Serial Killer.
Change my mind
for the love of all that is good in the world, someone needs to do that completely feral welshman next
michael sheens venn diagram is a circle labelled Slut
i didnāt think this could get better but then it did
fandom kids these days really be out here pretending like fandom wasnt invented by housewives that were super into star trekĀ
They were also kinky bitches.
Sex pollen? Trekkie house wives invented that trope.
Going into heat? Tekkie wives said were gonna write it.
Fuck or die was basically trademarked in Trekkie fic
Any common lewd or ship trope in fandom existance? Thank some 25yo+ ladies who were really into Star Trek.
Mary sue is literally named for a (i believe) self insert into Trekkie fic.
These bitches ran so you could bitch about people walking while you crawl.
Never forget
To source it:Ā
Sex Pollen: 50/50 credit between canon Poison Ivy and Star TrekĀ (1966/1967)
Heat: Star Trekās Pon Farr, but also canon elements ofĀ Sime-Gen (which, haha still draws from Star Trek)Ā
F/uck or die: see Pon Farr againĀ
Mary Sue:Ā was coined in 1973 by Paula Smith who wrote a parody fic entitled āA Trekkieās Taleā in her zine Menagerie, basically as a rant response to a trend in characterizations.
āAny common lewd or ship trope in fandom existance? Thank some 25yo+ ladies who were really into Star Trek.ā
Absolutely accurate. Star Trek fandom really had it and made it all.Ā
These are all great points but itās Sherlock Holmes fandom erasure.
To clarify, the Sherlock Holmes fandom originated:
Bullying the author into changing canon.
Shipping a non-canon couple until everyone thinks itās canon (Sherlock Holmes x Irene Adler)
Crossover fics (with characters like Arsene Lupin and Nero Wolfe and pretty much everyone else).
Bizarre crack theories (way too many to list).
Getting way too emotionally-invested and extra about fictional characters. These people openly mourned Sherlock Holmes before they bullied the author into bringing him back and this was Victorian times so there was a whole outfit for that.
Contriving overly-elaborate explanations for the minutist continuity errors or throwaway lines (Mrs Turner is the name Sherlock uses for his land lady when they check into hotels to have sex because theyāre totally doing it).
The very concept of canon as it pertains to fictional works.
Just generally being obnoxious entitled assholes to the point where the author hates their own work.
Basically the nice Star Trek ladies invented all the fun parts of fandom and the Sherlock Holmes people invented the annoying cringy shit. Except the crossovers were pretty cool.
Not to mention, as regards the Star Trek fandom beginnings re: cons, zines, etc., I reblogged a post last night elaborating on the fact that a lot of the people who were building fandom norms in its infancy were neurodivergent women specifically.
Kinky adult neurodiverse women.
going thru phone pics and found this thing that was tacked up next to the toaster at my old job, if anyone needs some light toast eating reading material
Would anyone be kind enough to transcribe this or link to a text version?
Everything Is AWFUL and Iām Not Okay: Questions to Ask Before Giving Up on Yourself
Are you hydrated?Ā
If not, have a glass of water. Dehydration can mimic or increase feelings associated with anxiety and a well hydrated brain functions optimally. Avoid excess caffeine.Ā
Have you eaten in the past three hours?Ā
Donāt be a victim of hanger! Get some foodāsomething with protein, not just simple carbs or high-fat. Nuts, hummus, and veggies are great options to feed your studying brain. Keep healthy snacks within reach to avoid mindlessly chowing down on sweets.Ā
Have you stretched your legs in the past day?Ā
If not, do so right now. If you donāt have the energy or time for a run or a trip to the gym, just walk around the block or building. Even minimal exercise preps the mind for learning so that you can focus better and recall things easier, plus itās good to get a change of scenery.Ā
Have you said something nice to someone in the past day?Ā
Do so, whether online or in person. Make it genuine! We bet your study partner would appreciate a compliment.Ā
Have you moved your body to music in the past day?
If not, jog for the length of a song at your favorite tempo, or just dance around your bedroom for the length of an upbeat song (singing along is a bonus)Ā
Have you cuddled a living being in the past two days?
If not, do so. Donāt be afraid to ask for hugs from friends of friendsā pets. Most of them will enjoy the cuddles too; youāre not imposing.Ā
Have you started or changed any medications in the past couple of weeks, including skipped doses or a change in generic prescription brand?Ā
That may be screwing with your head. Give things a few days, then talk to your doctor if it doesnāt settle down.Ā
If daytime: are you dressed?Ā
If no, put on clean clothes that arenāt PJs. Give yourself permission to wear something special, whether itās a funny t-shirt or a pretty dress.Ā
If nighttime: are you sleepy and fatigued but resisting going to sleep?Ā
Put on PJs, make yourself cozy in bed with a teddy bear and the sound of falling rain, and close your eyes for fifteen minutes while focusing on breathing deeper with every breath- no electronic screens allowed! Adequate sleep is a necessity for stress management.Ā
Do you feel ineffective?Ā
Pause right now and get something small completed, whether itās responding to an email, loading the dishwasher, or tidying up your room. Good job!
Do you feel unattractive?Ā
Take a darn selfie. Your friends will remind you how great you look. You are always insta-worthy.Ā
Do you feel paralyzed by indecision?
Give yourself ten minutes to sit back and figure out a game plan for the day. If a particular decision or problem is still being a roadblock, simply set it aside for now, and pick something else that seems doable. Right now, the important part is to break through that stasis, even if it means doing something trivial.Ā
Have you over-exerted yourself latelyāphysically, emotionally, socially, or intellectually?Ā
That can take a toll that lingers for days. Give yourself a break in that area, whether itās physical rest, taking some time alone, or relaxing with some silly entertainment for a little. Time spent refreshing yourself is never time āwasted!āĀ
Have you waited a week?Ā
Sometimes or perception of life is skewed, and we canāt even tell that weāre not thinking clearly, and thereās no obvious external cause. It happens. Keep yourself going for a full week, whatever it takes, and see if you still feel the same way then.Ā
Youāve made it this far; and you will make it through. You are stronger than you think.
Because someone might need this today
You have survived 100% of your worst days.
This too shall pass.
So apparently the Animorphs cover artist also made that amazing series of wizard pictures?? And he sells prints of both? His Etsy store is here and the other link is here.

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@theminky ā just gonna leave this right here for LJā¦ā¦
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Weāve all been there
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