Nov 11, 2025
She's so happy that I'm home again
So is... Molly??
Hm.
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She's so happy that I'm home again
So is... Molly??
Hm.
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Happy trans day of visibility, I only have pictures of me with my cats
I lay here in the terror of anxiety and I hear my cat's grunting snores next to me
The less I interact with the general public, the better I think of them.
Why can't I do a job that consists solely of paperwork and friends why must I be on the telephone or speaking with people for all jobs
Hi, I'm Eldritch or Spider or whatever else you feel like calling me. This is my personal blog.
My rarely-updated art blog is @eldritchspeaker
I don't really tag things because this is just a repository of reference images and brain algae for me to look at.
If I come off as overly friendly and a little annoying about it, I promise you that I mean it with genuine interest and pleasantry
I'm more than thirty years old, I'm transmasc, and I'm happy about it. My pronouns are whatever. He/him is preferred but only by a small margin. I genuinely do not really care that much about how other people refer to me.
I'm just out here to maybe have a calm and peaceful day. If not that, then I guess I'm just out here
I have a cat named Tiramisu and a cat named Molotov. They have their own respective tags under tiramisu the cat and molotov the cat. We call them Misu and Molly c:
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I feel... lost again. Idk. Questioning everything about myself. It's an anxiety/depression spiral again. Considering how shit life has been in general for the past... five years and longer, it's probably understandable that I'm struggling with these cycles.
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Next projects:
Stealing Remaking a "vintage" 90s vest that I enjoy very much and have had... for more than 15 years. I plan to make a pattern for it without completely destroying it using tracing paper, then upscaling it and making something that will fit me.
Stealing Remaking a pair of breeches that I bought in high school (15yrs+ ago) and extending the leg + waist so they fit properly using the same technique as above if it goes well. It's a JP size XL, which means it most certainly doesn't fit me. This one is fine to destroy. I won't fit in these ever, but I loved the shape of them so much.
Materials planned: https://fabricwholesaledirect.com/products/mason-chino-twill-fabric
Approx. 10yds needed (for this and future projects)
Price: ~$99, before s+h, taxes.
To do: order fabric samples to make sure it's what I want, make the damn pattern, mockups in a different fabric I already have to make sure I can make something fit before springing for the full fabric order
Things are not good. They won't let my brother leave the military base and they won't let him speak to us.
I didn't want him to do this. I hate that my family pushed him into it after he changed his mind. He wants to go home to be with his two kids.
I knew my thoughts on the matter would be irrelevant to everyone in this stupid fucking military family, but how can they even possibly think that this is a good thing in any way? How?
The little guy who sits under my chin while I work