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This is very good to hear. Can't be sure how much power the IDF will put behind their pledge, but it's heartening to hear they're aware of the necessity to protect these sites for posterity.

I never want to hear about a Palmyra level event again.

God just remembering Palmyra breaks my heart and makes me so mad at the same time.

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Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:

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Before starting a new knitting or crocheting project ask yourself two questions:

1. "Can i count?"

2. "Am i strong enough to accept the answer to the first question?"

fiber crafts is like oh you think you know how to count? think again. also count again.

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why is it dark all the time. did we lose the mandate of heaven

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I love how sashiko patterns grow.

Before, I’ve patched on the inside, but with jeans I’ve found that they can become a little too tight after multiple patches. Besides, I really like how the fraying edge of the patch adds to the effect.

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more mending. I thought about keeping this one as invisible as possible because this is one of my more formal tops, but fuck that. if I do it nicely enough it can still be "formal" but with more personality

this is where the actual hole was. it took six tries to find an approach that actually looked good but I'm happy with it now (tbh the green stitching is mostly for reinforcement and aesthetics, I did a quick pass with black on the inside to get everything lined up and most of the way secured first)

and because I thought a single green line crawling out of one armpit looks a little bit odd, here's a moon for symmetry. satin stitching is NOT my strength but this turned out ok

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An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

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A large part of housecat vocalisation toward humans isn’t goal-directed communication, but rather, affiliative signaling: a simple call-and-response protocol which establishes that the participants are part of the same social unit. Amongst themselves, most housecat affiliative signaling is non-vocal, but humans aren’t really physiologically equipped to respond to such signalling in a feline fashion, and cats, well, they’re adaptable.

Which is to say that when your cat yells, and you yell back, so the cat yells again, and so forth, what you’re really saying to each other is “hiiiiii~”.

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Spent today putting this together. I might actually make a bunch of these and put a dent in my pearl hoard!

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After the election, the Gaza scam asks in my inbox completely stopped. And I've been pretty active the past couple days. I have a feeling the goal was for more than money.

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Wish I was a late bronze age girl

I would have my homeland invaded by the sea peoples. I would be lain siege to by the sea peoples. My cities would be sacked by the sea peoples. I would make bronze tools and pottery. My shores would be invaded by the mysterious sea peoples. I would be mustering my armies to fend off the sea peoples.

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it genuinely pisses me off that ukraine has to resort to pointing at its civilian death count to garner sympathy and action from the world.

can you even imagine how many of our soldiers have laid down their lives to push russia back? for some reason, there is this belief that soldiers’ lives do not matter once they become combatants, yet before they took up the role they were ordinary civilians just like the rest of us. they were teachers, bakers, students. they had peaceful lives, they have families, and they just want ukraine to be safe and at peace so that they may return to those lives.

they matter, they count towards our death toll, yet people see news of our soldiers passing and dont even spare a second glance. they are ukrainians too, they matter. with every day that russia invades us, ukrainians are dying, whether they are civilians or not.

heroyam slava 🕯️

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“Many people seem to think it is foolish, even superstitious, to believe the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter is still sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say ‘What do I care if there is a summer, its warmth is no help to me now’. Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

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