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So, if none of you knew, we’re out in Custer, South Dakota right now. We’ve been here for a while and we really owe our hosts a LOT for letting us stay here and all that good stuff. It literally saved our life. That being said, South Dakota doesn’t even have a million people in it, no coasts, few rivers worth a damned and pretty much nothing worth DOING. NOT TO MENTION that the Great American Eclipse of 2017 is happening in august and the bottom line is that we are just not going to NOT be there. Along with that, we are looking for other things to get more established now that there is a semblance of stability around, including but not limited to things like a new state idea to get a bit more established here, a driver’s license, a concealed carry permit and all sorts of other things we’ve been wanting for a LONG time that would make life a bit easier, some things that we might even just… NEED; no, ifs ands or buts! And the problem is that such things require us to give away this thing we all love to call MONEY! And sadly, being poor, we don’t even make 1000 dollars a month off SSI and patreon and while we’re… PRETTY sure that saving up for the next couple months and shearing off a few luxuries in the meantime will get the goal we don’t want to expect too much without also asking the community for a little help! We don’t need terribly much extra per month but anything you might be able to send our way would be lovely! This time we’ll hopefully be able to stay around the area longer and really get to catch up with people back there! Thanks for all your consideration! Have a blessed night and please stay safe!

‘You Asked’

you asked how I’m doing and I said “I’m fine” what I wanted to say however was too painful. I wanted to tell you that I saw her in the sunlight today and I forgot how to breathe despite all my efforts to stop feeling it my love still lingers, under my skin it seethes it clings tightly to my very bones it thunders in my veins this love burns like fiend fire I fear I will be consumed by it in the end even though she is not my lover, but my friend. those lines of lightning that bound us are no more they have been sundered and yet… when I look over and the light hits her just right when she smiles at me or laughs when I lay awake at night alone I am haunted by the memories how her lips taste, how beautiful she looks in the rain, the shine to her eyes when she’s amused, how safe I felt in her arms… each moment, vividly sharp as broken glass, is forever embeded in my mind imprinted into my very soul, this love will linger long after I expire for the echoes of loss and passion and pain and desire these ghosts of happiness past will follow me into the darkness they will shadow my lives to come.

As a general rule I say if it can be done irl it can be done in game

As some of you may know, @drambuieandscotch, also known as @askrustynail, has passed away. This is and has been an incredibly hard time on a lot of people, and the loving outpour of people with art and kind words just goes to show how cherished he was by so many people.

But one thing Rusty did, was take the work of others, and make it into his own original thing: drinks, for no reason other than to make other people happy and a unique and creative way.

For him and @technomod, his loving wife, I am also following this tradition.

Ladies and Gentleman and everyone inbetween, I give you

The Rusty Nail

This gold and red crystal soap is jam packed with scent, my most powerful and popular one, BlackBerry and Amberwood. It’s loaded with glitter, golden mica dust, a shimmering white mica star that leaves a lovely shimmer on your skin, all topped with a wedge of lime.

The Techno Mod

A true ocean gem, with gemstones and pearls of white and pink, ang crystals that fade from turquoise to seaweed green. Each shard loaded with the sparkles you only see in the rolling waves, and scented to match with a hefty amount of Seaspray essential oil

and finally

The Unity

this was a very special one to make

A beautiful combination of Jasmine oil and Mint oil went into this. Each part was made separately, from the gold and blue mica hearts, to the mic of rose and raspberry mica crystals, to the sapphire and silver ring. This scent has left my room smellings delightful, in a subtle and lovely way.

My heart goes out to all of Rustys’ friends, his family, and his wife. 

@technomod , please contact me with shipping details so I can send these off to you as soon as possible. They’re all yours.

From these three soaps though, it gave me enough offcuts to make quite a selection more

If you would also like these, they are yours, be they for friends, family or whoever.

Crayon himself was lucky enough to get a custom made drink by Rusty 8 months ago. It was a simple gin and tonic, made in the most delightfully unique way, by a delightfully unique man.

Have a blessed day and please stay safe!

Posted a couple things! An inquiry and the announcement of a new project thingy we’re starting up because it’s been a thing we’ve been working on lately. Thought it would be great to start creating more content like that! Got a patron only post in there too for those that pledge even a dollar a month!

red: how was your first kiss? what do you love about yourself? when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire? would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset? what’s the best thing about summer?

orange: what makes you feel warm inside? what’s your favorite halloween tradition? what’s the last thing you learned? when’s the last time you felt obsessed? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? what do you consider lucky? what made you smile today? what makes you happy?

green: what’s your favorite thing to do outside? do you like camping? what would you spend $1,000 on? what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

blue: what do you do when you’re sad? what are some things you do when you can’t sleep? what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had? what kind of covers do you have on your bed? who is the last person you told a secret to?

Oklahoma Rep. wants men to have more say in women’s abortions, says women are just “hosts”

The Oklahoma rep behind the state’s most recent abortion bill thinks it’s time men were allowed a little more say in what women do with their bodies — because women are mere “hosts” who don’t always treat their wombs responsibly.

“I believe one of the breakdowns in our society is that we have excluded the man out of all of these types of decisions,” Oklahoma Rep. Justin Humphrey told The Intercept.

His bill, HB 1441, would require women seeking abortions to first obtain the father’s written permission.

There is a place in your kitchen where the tea lives.  Nothing else can exist in that space.  The occasional stray fork or bag of chips will sometimes wander into the tea area, and will vanish utterly.  Weeks later, you discover a single popcorn kernel inside one of the open tea boxes.

Your friends do not know how to refuse your offer to make them a cup.  They force a smile and set down the cup “to let it cool,” then remember they need to be elsewhere.  The teacup sits there, neglected.  You wait for them to leave and drink it yourself.  You are drinking a stale friendship.

The water should burn you when you raise it to your lips.  You can feel the heat prickling the skin of your fingertips as you hold the cup.  You take a mouthful, and feel a drop of pride as you swallow it without flinching.  You have transcended boiling.

There are two places you can replenish your stock, the grocery and the special tea shop.  The grocery will ask you to move when you have been staring at their limited choices for twenty minutes.  The tea shop will prolong your visit by another hour and a half, because they know.

You have teacups for different people.  The pedestrian cups are for everyone, the nice cups are for holidays, and the actual set, the matched set that you can see light through and was painted by hand, that set is for you and the one other friend who understands.

Someone has touched your special set.  They are using it.  You do not know how to make their death look like an accident, but it must happen, and soon.

Damn, now the tea will be salty.

You sit straighter when drinking your tea.  It affects you in ways you can’t explain.  For the duration of twelve liquid ounces, you are a better person.  People do not understand why you do this every day.

Cats know that you will be holding still, and that there will be warm things nearby.  They come to you from all over.  Some of these are not cats you recognize.  There are fine hairs floating on the surface of the water.  Someone has stolen your biscuit.

You try to pretend that the tea in your Thermos or Starbucks cup is the same, because you need it to be.  It isn’t.

There is a place in your kitchen where the tea lives.  Nothing else can exist in that space.  The occasional stray fork or bag of chips will sometimes wander into the tea area, and will vanish utterly.  Weeks later, you discover a single popcorn kernel inside one of the open tea boxes.

Your friends do not know how to refuse your offer to make them a cup.  They force a smile and set down the cup “to let it cool,” then remember they need to be elsewhere.  The teacup sits there, neglected.  You wait for them to leave and drink it yourself.  You are drinking a stale friendship.

The water should burn you when you raise it to your lips.  You can feel the heat prickling the skin of your fingertips as you hold the cup.  You take a mouthful, and feel a drop of pride as you swallow it without flinching.  You have transcended boiling.

There are two places you can replenish your stock, the grocery and the special tea shop.  The grocery will ask you to move when you have been staring at their limited choices for twenty minutes.  The tea shop will prolong your visit by another hour and a half, because they know.

You have teacups for different people.  The pedestrian cups are for everyone, the nice cups are for holidays, and the actual set, the matched set that you can see light through and was painted by hand, that set is for you and the one other friend who understands.

Someone has touched your special set.  They are using it.  You do not know how to make their death look like an accident, but it must happen, and soon.

Damn, now the tea will be salty.

You sit straighter when drinking your tea.  It affects you in ways you can’t explain.  For the duration of twelve liquid ounces, you are a better person.  People do not understand why you do this every day.

Cats know that you will be holding still, and that there will be warm things nearby.  They come to you from all over.  Some of these are not cats you recognize.  There are fine hairs floating on the surface of the water.  Someone has stolen your biscuit.

You try to pretend that the tea in your Thermos or Starbucks cup is the same, because you need it to be.  It isn’t.