Doing a research paper for SCA A&S competition on cave art and tools from Prehistoric Vasco-Cantabria because how can you look at this guy:
And not wanna dedicate months of research into his mysteries?
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Doing a research paper for SCA A&S competition on cave art and tools from Prehistoric Vasco-Cantabria because how can you look at this guy:
And not wanna dedicate months of research into his mysteries?

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found out that people have been learning my first real bardic song and singing it in their baronies and im just. 😭😭😭😭😭
Opening my husband's sewing kit to see how he "organizes" it
I hate to use a meme twice but-
Me, high as balls, trying to explain to my roommate how a warp-weighted loom works:
My first attempt at a replica prehistoric rondelle. I think part of what made it so hard was that this first attempt was way too small, so I was having a hard time carving the little guy. But also, my safety glasses kept fogging up from my mask (cover all your orifices when carving and filing bones, kids)
Inspo Pic first, then each side of my craft. You can tell I was a lot more comfortable the last run through!

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Happy new year!
It’s really hard to name the feeling of knowing you’re not in a specific place, while your body desperately wants to be there. Obviously I’m not in my tent. I can’t hear drums, I can’t smell campfire, and if I step ten feet from where I lay, I won’t feel cold, wet grass under my feet.
I could create those sensations from memory alone. I could hear the murmur of voices in soft, pleasant conversation, cheering and drumming, I could pretend I’m home. But home doesn’t exist right now, no matter how badly I want it to. No matter how badly I want to wake up tomorrow, roll off the perfectly acceptable pile of cushions that makes my ‘bed’, and slip on my sandals before braving the chill, foggy morning. Step through a quiet camp, greet the other early risers, and consider what food will wake thenonly family that matters to me.
It existed last year, and it will exist again next year, but this year my city in the most has failed to appear. For now, I try to tell myself that we aren’t home, but that we will be, and that has to be enough.