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Hello DC Comics fans and knitters!

I am looking for test knitters for a sock pattern inspired by Red Hood and Nightwing! If you are interested please fill out this application by January 17, 2026!

If you are selected you will have 3 months to finish the pattern (one pair of socks), comment access to the pattern itself to provide feedback throughout the process, access to this pattern and the gift of an additional knitting pattern, and credit in the final published version of the pattern.

And it took all my strength not to say, “so you’re saying I’m wrong”

because truth in love, truth in love

But seriously. What actually is the deal with the discourse that goes: “you can’t know anything for sure about God.”

“Wait, yes you can, like I know you well enough to know for sure that you’re from ____ Place—“

“—no no, no, that’s different. This is about God.”

“How’s it different?”

“You can’t say someone’s wrong about God.”

“…Well, can I say anything that’s wrong about you? Like, if I say, ‘_____ Person likes to kick puppies,’ can’t you say I’m wrong about you?”

“Yes but I’m not God.”

“Right, but you’re a real person who exists, so there are some things that I can know for sure about you—“

“THAT’S DIFFERENT”

No it’s not! It’s not ‘different.’ Quit acting like it’s different. Christians don’t believe in a set of ideals or the properties of rocks or some mystical vibe that nobody can be right or wrong about. We believe in a living and existing deity with an unchanging, eternally constant personality, and will, and DESIGN, outside of ourselves. So we can be wrong about Him. You can be wrong about Him. Everyone can be wrong—OR RIGHT—about Him, because He actually exists.

He’s not some imaginary friend who’s open to anybody’s interpretation. You get to claim an independent identity, character traits, and a personal history, but the God of the universe doesn’t? What is happening?

He’ll drag out his dusty practice books to refresh himself on proper hand posture and what the fuck an F looks like on the staff. Yes, yes, he’ll look up whatever squiggly abomination is on his sheet music that music experts claim is “modern notation”.

Bruce, who knows how to play piano, or can otherwise contact professional piano accompanists, is like “son, please. leave your brother alone. he hasn’t even played in years.” And Damian’s like “NO. I will settle for nothing less than Grayson.”

“Son, that’s such a low bar.”

Doodled some shaped caped bats starting with Red, then of course had to draw the whole fam. Maybe them very simple to work as emoji/icons. Discord emoji size (128x128) under the cut. (The above are 512x512.)

If you use them and feel like helping a disabled artist out, you can buy me a ko-fi!

I always look at cookbooks for people who have no energy/time to do elaborate meal preparations, and roll my eyes. Like, you want me to stay on my feet for long enough to prepare 15 different ingredients from scratch, and use 5 different pots and pans, when I have chronic fatigue and no dishwasher?

These people seem to get it, though. It's very simple in places. It's basically the cookbook for people who think, 'I'm really bored of those same five low-spoons meals I eat, but I can't think of anything else to cook that won't exhaust me'. And it's free!

They are considered by humans living near them to be… a delicacy.

Of course you have to bury it for six months to let it ferment the poisons out.

i swear to gods, if it’s on this planet, we will find a way to eat it.

did you know, the first scientists to find a whole frozen mammoth out in the tundra … cooked some and ate it? Like, they found it and excavated it, and while still on site these 2 professionals with degrees said to each other, oh we gotta eat some of that. It was like 17 THOUSAND years old. They said it tasted bad. No shit. But that’s humans for you.

Both contain copious amounts of cyanide, or more accurately, compounds that release cyanide when you eat them. And yet? Cassava became a staple for people in the Amazon and beyond, because despite the fact that eating improperly prepared wild cassava will straight up kill you, people worked out that if you grind it up into a wet paste and leave it covered for several hours to offgas its cyanide. Though some domesticated varieties can be detoxified just through proper boiling and discarding of the water, a lot of domestic strains still require this whole involved process to not fatally poison you.

Meanwhile almonds, wild almonds, are also deadly poisonous. It takes about 50 to kill and adult but as few as 5 bitter almonds can be fatal to a child. Thing is, wild almonds occasionally produce plants that aren’t stuffed to the gills with cyanide. But still, it feels insane to me that people who lived off the land in the places where wild almonds grew found out that some of these plants wouldn’t kill you, because idk I feel like my instinct there would be to not even try And yet? Almonds are a thing. (almonds were a very early domesticated fruit tree and there’s some features of almond propagation that make this even more insane)

We also ported knowledge forward, mind, from our pre-human ancestors. Other primates are more than smart enough (while also going through “I gotta eat SOMETHING” phases) to know about That One Almond Tree That Doesn’t Kill Us, and to pass that knowledge on through generations; other primates may  even smart enough to figure out through trial and error that the smushed up cassava under the leaves didn’t kill me, so maybe if I smush it up and leave it under the leaves for a bit I can eat it later. 

So are other animals, mind, and we got really good at watching what other animals got away with eating, which is I suspect how you got the shark thing: other meat-eaters eat the fresh shark, they die! Then the famine hits and you notice that the fox or the whatever else is digging up that shark that washed up that you buried ages ago except now it’s NOT dying and you figure, what do I have to lose? Especially since by that time you’ve got thousands and thousands of years of cooking science behind you - of the collective knowledge that fermenting, cooking, freezing, drying, and doing other things to potential food makes it more or less poison or edible.

Back when contracting parasites was more of a regular thing, people would eat a bit of a poisonous plant to basically flush out their digestive system and get rid of the parasites, and since poisonous plants can have a variable amount of poison, it makes sense to develop means of reducing the potency so you can just eat more for a higher dose

Doesn’t even have to be a purgative/laxative, the main concept of most abortifacient plants is “poison you just enough to cause your body to reject a pregnancy”

Generally if you eat too much of a medicinal plant, that’s poison baby!

Sooner or later someone figured out “hey, if you boil pokeweed 3 times and replace the water every time, you can actually just eat it” and poke salad became important food for poor people

MONKEY BREAD

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buttermilk waffles with browned honey butter

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