#Fabric Depot Supply

[artemisbarnowl]

I have a suuuper cute pink corderout couch on loan from my sister in melb (its the smaller of 2 piece lounge suite, she was using the bigger one and will use both when her new house is finished in 18 months) but its not right for me or my house in terms of functional design. The arms and back are very wide so it takes up a lot of space, and not much of that space can be used to lounge or flop or whatever, especially with squared off arms that have pointy corners. Its also too low and soft for me, a tallish person who doesnt like to sit in but dents. The lowness also adds to the solid chunky look. Anyway its cute and free so fine until i find perfect forever couch but now ive found one (its expensive) thats the same length but with thinner rounded arms, a bit taller and more free space underneath and i want to get it but because i live in country town they dont have one here. I can get it shipped in 20 weeks (: also i have to figure out how to get this pink one back to my sister.

[argyrocratie]

"I immediately got involved in the ongoing socialization process. My group, the one that had occupied the barracks, immediately created a food depot, open to all, in the neighborhood where I lived. We assesed consumption needs and, subsequently, we intervened with certain workshops to intensify production. For example, I, who knew how to make bread, remember going, in the midst of a shooting, to help out at the neighborhood bakery. We were very imbued with the Kropotkinian idea - developed in The Conquest of Bread - according to which any revolution which proves incapable of feeding the people is lost in advance.

From there, we got our hands on all the grocery stores and warehouses in the neighborhood and we would go to the surrounding villages to exchange industrial products for foodstuffs. It was not a question of robbing the peasants, but of making them understand that we needed eggs and milk for the wounded in the hospitals. Knowing that the Catalan peasants are a little selfish, and being armed with our weapons, we could have proceeded authoritatively, but we would only have gained their antipathy. So we brought fabrics, canned goods and anything else they needed and exchanged them for chickens, potatoes and beans, which we loaded into our trucks. In the neighborhood, the products of the grocery stores, whose owners had been driven out, were centralized in a single place, where the people were invited to help themselves freely.

And how did it work?

Money having been abolished, the distribution of edibles was organized in the neighborhood on the basis of tickets, but they were only used for very specific items. For essential foodstuffs, all you had to do was go to the central grocery store and help yourself. We had, of course, a surveillance service responsible for spotting and investigating hoarders. I happened to go, one day, myself, to a lady who we were told had bread and bags of potatoes in quantity, which was true. There were controls. The market was free, open, but no abuse was tolerated.

A week after this system was put in place, an official from the regional committee of Catalonia visited us and, as he knew me, he began to explain to me how we should organize ourselves:

- It is essential, he told me, to create supply commissions to organize supplies...

I started laughing, and took him into the collective store.

- Look, that’s exactly what we did, without waiting for you...

In fact, the initiative returned to the people, without slogans or oders. They took the lead, without even the intervention of the CNT authorities. The workers had collectivized spontaneously, occupying the workshops of their own accord and putting them back into operation. The CNT did nothing other than confirm what had happened and which, for a lot of it, had been the work of their militants. The committees, too, were overwhelmed and waiting. This was, on my small scale, my experience in the field of collectivization."

-"Un entretien avec José Peirats" (1976)

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Welcome To The Outpost: Part 2.1 - Last Chance

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: CT-9904 Crosshair, Clone Commander Mayday, Clone Trooper Hexx, Clone Trooper Veetch, Lieutenant Nolan, Assorted Imperial Troopers Word Count: ~3045 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: The Imperial relief ship finally arrives, marking the end of the squad’s long posting on Barton IV. Mayday is surprised to see a CT-99 listed on the crew roster.

Read Part 1.1 - Frozen Read Part 1.2 - Rise From The Ashes Read Part 1.3 - Lost Battle Read Part 1.4 - No Way Out Read Part 1.5 - Rock And A Hard Place

“COMMANDER!”

Veetch’s yell was enough to summon Mayday at a run. He weaved through the stacks of crates to where his squad member was bent over the computer console, tapping excitedly.

Veetch turned with a wild-eyed grin. “Transport is incoming.”

The young clone stepped aside, letting Mayday see the screen for himself. Disbelieving, Mayday scrolled through the transmission, reading and re-reading until he was sure it wasn't a joke.

“Go get Hexx,” he ordered, voice shaky with something between excitement and dread. “This is it, lad. We’re getting out of here.”

Veetch was off like a shot, the lethargy of their long posting dissipated as ready as snow in the sun. Before long the three clones were clustered round the screen, avidly reviewing the transmission.

It’s concise – what Mayday has come to expect from the Empire.

[Cargo retrieval ship scheduled to arrive 1600 Galactic Standard. Ensure all stored goods are ready for transport.]

What it doesn’t say is the bit that Mayday reads between the lines. That he and his boys are finally leaving Barton IV and all its bad memories behind them.

Hexx was reviewing the ship’s manifest with a frown.

“Says they’re bringing a contingent to secure the depot whilst the cargo is transferred,” he said with a dour tone, “but there’s no clone troopers listed here.”

Veetch leaned in to peer over his shoulder. “There’s one,” he pointed. “CT-9904.”

“The only one,” Hexx muttered.

“A CT-99?” said Mayday mildly, eyebrows raising towards his hairline. “I didn’t realise there were any left in service.”

Veetch glanced at him in confusion. “What’s different about a CT-99?” he asked.

“Defective clones,” supplied Hexx. “But still combat-worthy.”

“He must be one of the last ones,” said Mayday. “Well, a brother’s a brother. I’ll see if I can pin him down when they get here, find out what his view of this new Empire is.”

Hexx snorted. “If he’ll talk to you,” he said. “I’ve heard the 99’s are notoriously difficult to work with. Only interested in others like them.”

“You’ll keep those thoughts to yourself,” said Mayday flatly, his commander’s tone brooking no argument. “If the rumours are true, and the Empire are phasing out clone troopers, those of us that are left need to stick together.”

“What do we need to do to get ready for the ship’s arrival?” asked Veetch, the plaintive note of hope in his voice almost painful to hear.

Mayday straightened with a humourless smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Better get out there and sweep the snow from the landing zone. First impressions count, boys. Let’s make sure this place is looking spick and span before the transport arrives.”

The wry sarcasm in his voice made the other two grin.

“You don’t mean that, Commander,” said Veetch, pulling on his helmet and tightening the fabric coverings.

Mayday huffed a laugh. “Sure I do. If the ship skids on ice when it lands and crashes into the depot, none of us are getting out of here.” He clapped a hand to Hexx’s shoulder, then copied Veetch in gathering his helmet.

“Come on. We’ll do this together.”

*

Mayday’s expectations hadn’t been low enough.

The narrow-faced Lieutenant who disembarked the transport had immediately started making demands which betrayed that he hadn’t bothered to read the briefing about the Barton IV depot.

“Your orders were to protect this facility and its cargo, yet this outpost is grossly unguarded. Where are the rest of your men?”

“Dead,” answered Mayday shortly. The man would have known that, if he’d read the brief. He glanced at his two remaining troopers, nodding in their direction. “Hexx, Veetch and I,” he said slowly, keeping his voice low and calm, “we’re all that’s left.”

To his mind, it was impossible to miss the sombre line of empty, damaged clone helmets lined up on the crates behind them. The lieutenant’s pale blue eyes slid past them, glazing past the evidence of their loss to settle in a scowl directed at Mayday once more.

“Your failings will be dealt with later,” he said haughtily. “For now, I am in charge until the cargo is transported.”

Mayday bristled at the man’s tone, bit back the reaction. Instead he settled for a sardonic smile, glancing at Hexx and Veetch with a barely-concealed eye roll. “I feel safer already,” he drawled, confident that his two troopers shared his thoughts. He couldn’t wait for this so-called Lieutenant to discover the realities of the outpost.

Sarcasm was the wrong approach. The small man’s pinched face narrowed further, mouth puckering in evident anger. “Look here, clone, you will speak to me with respect.”

The change was immediate. Hexx and Veetch, leaned back against the crates, straightened. Mayday dropped a hand to his side from his crossed arms, a flick of his fingers telling them to stand down.

“In my experience,” he said, drawing himself deliberately to his full height, “respect is something to be earned.”

Fourteen months of hardship had only weathered confidence into Mayday’s tone.

But he wasn’t prepared for what the Lieutenant threw at him next.

“Yet the Empire assigned you to this desolate rock, where you let the majority of your squad get killed.”

Mayday stiffened, a dark glower spreading to his face. He knew his own failings; knew the decisions he had made during the Clone Wars and since that had sent good soldiers to their deaths. The guilt of ordering patrols during the blizzard six months into the Barton IV posting haunted him.

Everything had gone wrong after that; but the rest of it could have been avoided. The rest of his squad died because the Empire ignored his requests for support time and again.

“Tell me, Lieutenant,” he said when he had control of his voice once more, “how many missions have you commanded?”

The smaller man’s shoulders rose towards his ears with a defensive, embarrassed glower.

“That’s what I thought,” said Mayday softly.

Inside his chest his heart raced, adrenaline demanding his aching body take action. Instead he dragged his gaze away from the lieutenant, trying to make it seem like the man was beneath his attention.

“Boys, why don’t you help the new boss get situated?” he said, an order rather than a suggestion.

Wordlessly, Hexx and Veetch slipped past him. Hexx turned briefly, a questioning hand sign thrown his commander, but Mayday signalled for him to leave. He cast a pointed glance towards the dark armoured figure who had shadowed the lieutenant silently throughout the confrontation, rifle stowed at his back but seemingly tense and ready to fight.

Hexx merely nodded and turned to follow Veetch, less than gently escorting the Imperial lieutenant away from the sheltered space behind the stacked storage crates.

Once they had the space to themselves Mayday turned his attention to the silent sniper, assessing. The man was taller than Mayday or any of the brothers he had ever served with, yet he wore clone armour, albeit a dark-painted variant. It was enough to confirm this must be the defective clone from the ship’s crew manifest.

Mayday straightened, wondering how best to begin his overtures towards the newcomer. He’d never met a CT-99 before, which would have given him pause enough, and that was without knowing how deeply the man’s loyalty to the new Empire ran.

He decided that was the first thing he wanted to know. Forcing himself to relax back against the crates again, he stared into the impassive green visor and asked, “You, uh, know the lieutenant well?”

For a heartbeat he wondered if it was the right question. Then the sniper spoke, voice laden with acid.

“For about two hours,” he said, the derision in his tone clear.

Mayday huffed a relieved laugh. “Two hours too long, I bet,” he said, having decided he’d had enough of the man after only two minutes.

The only reply was a noncommittal ‘hmm’. Deciding this was better than meeting a severe response that berated him for disparaging the Imperial officer, he pressed on.

“So, what did you do to get stuck with this mission?”

“Just lucky, I guess.”

The bite of sarcasm drew a genuine if bitter laugh from Mayday.

Lifting the portable heater, Mayday shuffled it forwards a few steps and dropped it in front of the other clone. The glow of the device did nothing to dispel the shadows that seemed to cling to the black-painted armour and shroud the sniper in darkness.

The 99 barely looked at him. Or perhaps sharp eyes were following him from inside the helmet – there was no way to tell. The man didn’t move; hadn’t moved, even to relax a little when the lieutenant departed.

“The name’s Mayday,” he offered after a pause.

The silence that followed was so long that Mayday was sure the other must be ignoring him, wishing for the conversation to end.

Then, so softly it was almost lost; “Crosshair.”

The commander raised his eyebrows, then let them fall back into a frown. The clone had been so slow to give his name, said it so uncertainly, that Mayday found himself wondering if it was the first time he had spoken it aloud since The Order reduced them to mere numbers in the eyes of the Empire.

“Crosshair,” Mayday repeated, and he gave weight to the name, added conviction. Desperately hoped that this small act of connection would bind the CT-99 to him in something approaching brotherhood.

He summoned a dry smile, and gestured around him with a flourish. “Well, Crosshair… welcome to The Outpost.”

*

“Why aren’t they loading the kriffing cargo already?” snarled Veetch in disappointment.

Hexx shared his younger companion’s frustration. The three remaining squad members from Barton IV were more than ready to leave, but the newly-arrived Lieutenant Nolan had other ideas. The Imperial Troopers who were with him with were filing from the ship and making their way into the depot. It seemed clear that a quick turnaround was less important than meticulously checking each crate for signs of tampering – as if the clones had any motive or desire to do such a thing.

They were stood in the shadow of the damaged storage building, fairly certain that it would keep them out of the way of the industry now overtaking the base, but they were hailed anyway.

“Hie, clones,” called a voice, neither friendly nor welcoming. Hexx glanced at Veetch and gave a weary shrug before stepping out from the sheltering wall, setting his body against the driving wind as they crossed to the Imperial Trooper.

“Yes?” he asked, scraping the thin reserves of his patience for some measure of politeness.

“Show my men where they’re bunking whilst we’re here.”

Hexx barely contained his derisive snort. “What?”

“The barracks area. Show my men the way through that maze of damned crates you created in the main building.”

“They’re not your barracks,” said Veetch uncertainly, hovering beside Hexx’s shoulder.

The Imperial Trooper stepped closer, looming into Veetch’s personal space. “Seeing as most of your squad is dead, I’m guessing there’s plenty of spare bunks. Go and show the others where to stow their kit.”

Veetch surged forwards in anger, but Hexx caught his arm before he could do anything.

“Yes sir,” he bit, making his voice as much like Mayday’s derisive drawl as he could manage. His commander had set the tone for this encounter in the words exchanged with Nolan; Hexx would follow suit.

He hauled the younger clone away with him, tightening his grip when he felt Veetch fight against him.

“What are you doing?” hissed Veetch, a shaky, outraged whisper. “You’re not doing what he said? After that?”

Hexx shook him hard, fingers pressing bruises between the seams of his upper arm armour.

“Listen here,” he spat, leaning in close to the younger trooper even though his voice would be perfectly clear on the com. “This might be our last chance off this forsaken rock. I’m not going to spoil it by losing my temper with these prissy Imperials. So suck it up, Veetch, and we can finally get out this kriffing hell-hole.”

“But the others… Dene and Recon and Helix and Axis-”

“-Are gone.” Hexx’s voice was flat. “But we’re still here.” He sighed, loosening his grip on Veetch’s arm, transferring his hand to his shoulder instead to grip with supportive pressure. “If you were older you’d have learned this during the war. There’s always another mission. Another posting. Some of your brothers get left behind. But they’d want you to go on, so you fight another day, you keep living for them. You hear me?”

Veetch wasn’t listening. His focus was over Hexx’s shoulder, gaze fixed on something distant. Then his hand flew to his com.

“Commander! Raiders spotted inside the perimeter.”

Instantly Hexx’s hands went to his blaster, spinning to follow Veetch’s gaze, dropping into a battle-ready stance.

“Over there,” Veetch told him, gesturing, and Hexx nodded.

“I see. Come on, kid. Let’s not let the Commander down now we’ve got an audience.”

The two clones sprinted for the perimeter breach, weaving between Imperial Troopers who stood around, slower to react. Veetch’s blaster fire lit up the hard-standing, arcing towards the raiders who broke from cover as they realised they had been made.

“I’ve got the west,” came Mayday’s voice over the com. “The sniper’s taking the east tower.”

They closed on the raiders, the cluster of enemy combatants quickly splitting up to try and escape. One of them crouched to the ground, steadying their rifle before taking a shot.

Veetch stumbled, veering out the way to take cover behind one of the base’s low barricades. The shelter was a brief respite, chance to catch his breath and look to Hexx for their next move.

Only Hexx was no longer at his side.

He was sprawled on the ground, throat torn out by blaster-fire.

The world narrowed. Inside his helmet, Veetch struggled to draw breath. By rote he raised his hand, activating his com.

“Hexx is down.” He was surprised at how calm his own voice sounded. His throat constricted around a thick lump of sorrow, but somehow it hadn’t stayed his words.

His fingers trembled beside the com button, feeling like he should say something else, not knowing what.

Confused shouts and blaster fire sounded as the Imperial Troops joined the combat. Veetch poked his head up from behind cover, quickly surveying the battlefield. The Imperials weren’t used to fighting in the dark and low visibility of Barton IV snowstorms. He was.

“Thee raiders heading towards the shuttle at zero-one-five,” he reported, and then he was on the move again. Two of the raiders peeled off in one direction but he was closer to the third – he stuck on them as they skirted round the lowered ramp to the far side of the shuttle.

He slowed to a jog as he neared the shuttle. The raider hadn’t noticed him; Veetch found himself softening his footfalls in the hope of ambushing his target.

An explosion. The light craft was consumed in intense nexus of fire which blossomed outwards with the strength of an inferno.

Veetch felt the wave of heat hit him first. Then lethal shrapnel pinwheeled from the wreckage to pierce his body, and he didn’t feel anything at all.

*

Crosshair left the chaos of the base and its burning debris field behind him and followed the spattered path of blood behind the buildings, the dark red stains stark against the snow even in the early twilight of the bad weather.

He blinked and squinted inside his helmet, trying to banish the bright dots dancing in front of his sensitive eyes. Even through the heat sensor, the after-image of the exploding shuttle had been seared into his retinas.

Normally, if there was an explosion on the battlefield, he knew the cause. Wrecker would give him a heads-up.

The attack on the outpost had been an ambush, and he'd had no time to avert his gaze from the sun-bright nova which engulfed the destroyed craft.

Now he slithered down a snow-slope, traitorous memory supplying unwanted thoughts of the last time he had fought on terrain like this. His head had hurt then, too, an intense pinpoint pressure at his temple. He had wondered if it was a migraine, the kind Hunter was prone to.

There was nothing there now but pitted scar tissue, shiny and stretched from the ion burn. At least this time the headache was due to the bright light, nothing more.

His descent brought him to a lip of ice and he dropped lithely into the channel below, landing on his feet. Blessed, cool darkness enveloped him, soothing to his overstrained eyes, but still the blinking afterglows remained and prevented his low-light vision from kicking in.

Crosshair drew the torch from his belt and flashed the beam ahead. The crevasse opened into a tunnel which bored into the mountain-side, winding round a corner and out of sight.

"A snow skiff took off down the western ridge," called a voice from behind him. He turned and looked up to see the reg commander following his route down the snow-slope, crouching at the top of the drop. “The rest must’ve fled on foot into the mountain pass.”

"Wrong," was all Crosshair said, casting his torch back towards the tunnel.

The commander dropped next to him and followed his gaze to a slick of red on the rocky floor.

"So that's how snuck past our defences," he breathed, his voice grim.

"We should go after them," said Crosshair, starting down the tunnel.

"Hang on," said Mayday quickly. He caught Crosshair’s arm, stalling his advance. "You'll freeze to death if you head out there. You think it's cold now? You've got no idea how it gets after true nightfall.” He didn’t fight Crosshair as the sniper shook himself free, instead folding his arms across his chest. “Besides, I've got brothers to bury."

The hitch in his voice was worse than sorrow. It was resignation.

Crosshair hesitated. He’d watched the clone trooper run alongside the shuttle, and barely given a thought to whether he had survived.

“Fine,” he said, his voice a thin, displeased whisper. He shifted his stance, resting the rifle on his shoulder. “But Nolan isn’t going to like this.”

Read Part 2.2 - Broken

Officially on Part 2 - now canon-compliant instead of pre-canon!

RIP Hexx and Veetch :(

Here's a reminder of the Angstpril prompts that @kybercrystals94, @the-little-moment and I are sharing; mine are the ones in red! :)

Here's @the-little-moment's stories:- Day 1 - Homesick Day 4 - Longing Day 7 - Bad Dreams Day 10 - Phantom Pain Day 13 - Learning The Truth Day 16 - Emotionally Distant

And @kybercrystals94's stories:- Day 3 - Broken Hearted Day 6 - This Isn't Going To Work Day 9 - Trust Issues Day 12 - A Little Too Late Day 15 - Confrontation

[purringfayestudio]

Faux Fur Sources

I sometimes get asked where I get my faux fur fabrics, so here's a list of sources, and a little about each. They are US based unless otherwise stated, and I have purchased from all of them.

BigZFabric

A great affordable place to get both realistic and solid faux fur. I use a lot of their animal and wolf furs, as well as their half-shag/beaver (1/2") and short shag (1"), but they have lots of cool things. As a company they're great about listening to the needs of their customers and several fur and minky lines are a direct result of community requests.

Howl Fabrics

My favorite place to get solids, which come in matching beaver (1/2"), teddy (1"), shag, and luxury fox. There are sometimes realistic furs in their fox section as well. They also recently started carrying minky. They're a great small company to support!

Mohair Bear Making Supplies

Where I go for realistic faux furs in small quantities, as you can buy anything from 1/16th all the way up to by the yard. You need an account to purchase, but it's super easy to sign up. Based in the UK.

FakeFurShop

A huge selection of faux fur, both solid and realistic, high quality or economical. Based in the Netherlands, so shipping to the US is painful, but worth getting what isn't available in the US. This is my most expensive source, aside from specialty things on Etsy.

Honorable Mentions:

FursuitSupplies: They have some good quality solids. I don't use them too often because they're so popular that the things I want are rarely in stock.

Fur Addiction: Based in Australia, they have some neat high quality stuff sometimes.

Etsy: There's a ton of faux fur and other fabrics available on Etsy, sometimes some really unique stuff. You just have to search for it.

Less Used

Mendel's: sometimes carries different things, but sadly with Shannon Fabrics discontinuing faux fur, their selection has fallen drastically.

Fabric Depot: Some weird niche stuff, but sometimes I get something interesting from there. Some of my old furs are from them before they shut down and then popped back up.

SY Fabrics: Some old stuff on there which is neat, but they keep messing up my orders and their return window is too small to matter. But may still be worth the gamble now and then.

Fabric Empire: lower quality furs, but much of what they have can be found on BigZFabric.

Joann: I have one locally that I've gotten a few things from. It's really hit or miss though.

Fabric.com: this site no longer exists, sadly. I list it only because it's where I got a great number of my furs over the years. It sounds like they may eventually be absorbed into the main Amazon site, but I'm not holding my breath. I'm not a fan of supporting Amazon anyway.

Don't forget to check your local small business fabric shops! As well as second hand stores for faux fur pillows and coats in good condition. Sometimes cheap blankets from discount stores work great as well.

I hope you find this useful! I'm also always happy to help someone hunt for a specific fur if you can't find what you're looking for, too.

Happy sewing!

[femefetalelevelingup]

Things i realize while figuring out personal style and beauty in general p1

Fashion (from a fashionistas pov )

1. Finding your colors , cut and materials . It saves you money time and gives you a fabulous outfit

2.regardless of what the pick mes would say on dresses . Its easy to wear when its long or knee length thats a good in day or night

3. Heels is hell for you?? Just use kitten heels or 3-4 inches

4.Try to practice on small to your High limit as well as use the front psrt of your foot (add foot pad gel or band aid.

5. If anyone makes fun of your style that is not like thiers Yes they are jealous simple as that

6.makeup , have your colos checked , skin type etc

7. Invest in good skincare esp asian skincare Thats where the good stuf are!

8. Weekly hair mask with conditoner on the hair (thoes with hair type a and b) (or straight with thickness)

9. Experiment on local or foreign makeup brands find what makes you look amazing and find colors to match the tutorials

10. Find a good tailor or semstress both of you will be great for eachother you can have quality alter clothes to your style& size as well as helping a local seamstress / tailor .

11.keeping a log of online close cataloge ..Helpful . You can use your bed / flat clean surface or dress maniquin to picture , sent to pintrest and folder organize

12. Keeping a dress form, next to making pattern for clothes (mens and womens wear) can use it to preview clothes without soiling them , have them for next day use or event kind with a gown bag / long plastic to cover it or cover in a fabric cover

13. Depotting makeup, easy travel and carry comming from on the job training in behind the scenes fashion shows to daily outting, school events , pictures and travel same goes to carry on toiletries (carry on containers can be specific purchase or reusables)

14. Makeup artist supply stores are great to find some products like brushes , makeup pans etc if you want for starters with other supplies

[manybcdthings]

supply depot

hati jansen and vidar jansen @ofwrxth

Sorting through clothes proved to be an odd task for Hati. Everything he touched lacked the familiar feel of fur or leather, devoid of the fine craftsmanship of woven fabrics or intricate designs suitable for battle. His expression mirrored disgust throughout the day, made worse by the presence of a blond-haired child gallivanting around the space, irritating him with laughter that echoed relentlessly. However, a shift occurred when Hati noticed something the boy was waving around. An image of a toned arm made Hati curious, firstly. Without hesitation, Hati snatched it from the child, indifferent to the boy's offense as he rushed to his skinny mother. Unfolding the fabric with a loud gasp, Hati's expression transformed into one of awe. It seemed he had been granted a vision from the Gods. "Vidar, look!" he exclaimed, turning the material to show the beauty etched onto it. "That child had it! Get him! We need to ask him where she is!" Hati pointed out the boy, who now clung to his mother, pointing back at Hati with the same accusation. But now, Hati clung to the material tightly. "It says…" he squinted, attempting to read the English. "Warrior Princess! Vidar, this will be her! My wife!"

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Finally gonna get it together and block off the underside of my bed.

Why?

Because the cats have managed to tear a hole in the box spring and make a nest. The box spring that is made out of this weird rubberized thick fabric. That they should not be able to dig into!!!!

Anyway.

In the interest of not having them crawling around inside the box spring (dangerous and noisy) I am going to build a… barrierthingy to keep them out. So I went to Home Depot for supplies.

The first person I asked recommended plastic sheeting. No, I said, you don’t understand. They will shred that in a matter of minutes. I need something wooden and can someone please come help me get it cut? She said she would call someone over to help me.

Half an hour later, I leave the aisle I am waiting in to seek out assistance on my own.

I found a nice man in the plywood area who called over an even nicer man to help us. They were delighted at the thought of my problem - apparently “my cats are nesting in the boxspring” is a fun problem to solve. They helped me pick out a sheet of plywood, cut it into appropriate lengths (2 80.5”x1’, 1 60.5”x1’, and scraps) advised me on what hardware I should use to put it together, and tomorrow I’m gonna Build a Thing! With wood and tools! I have never done that before.

IKEA doesn’t count.

Hoping my cats are not too disappointed that they will not be allowed under the bed anymore.

[rviner]

@dxrkenedheights skadi x astrid - supply depot

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She is a mother again. Something that became woven into the very fabric of Skadi's being but then was torn apart by fate, leaving behind jagged fragments of her sense of self. After witnessing Aren and Svenn's death, Skadi assumed the same of her Astrid, Sylvi and Storr. A tireless search for them among the chaos that found nothing, not even a glimpse of their survival. But here is Astrid. Alive, and they are not reunited in the great halls of Valhalla as Skadi believed would be the only chance to see one another again. Her daughter is alive and Skadi is a mother again.

Her eyes flit over the crates of clothes while she walks through the depot with Astrid, a hand running over the perculiar fabrics as they pass them. Amusement and scrutiny written all over her face. "I have no idea what we are supposed to take from here. All of it seems useless." she admits calmly to Astrid, glancing over her shoulder. The sight of her daughter bringing a pause to Skadi as it surprises her over and over to see her. She is a mother again. "And I do not want to sound like Sigrid does. Like the wind is caught in her armpits every time she moves." a grin twitches at her lips and she turns to continue. "What was it like to follow Thorin everywhere? I imagine there was no logic or reason to anything that you did." more amusement tickles at Skadi then, a chuckle following her words. "Just our luck that all Jansen brothers were found safe and sound and together, hm? No escape."

[isaacapatow]

* * #OUTPOST CONVO WITH @zackastor (between the home depot run & the clinic run)

Zack Astor  -he is following Isaac through the tall grass towards the outpost, carrying a bag full of supplies on his back, which he puts down as soon as they reach the outpost; he stretches his shoulders- Fucking biters. -he pulls out his gut-covered knife, wiping it down with a piece of fabric- Wouldn't have expected there to be that many of them in a damn home depot. You good, Ike? 

ike Yeah, I'm good. -he's distracted, actually; thinking about the Sunface teenager who'd been at that home depot, and the fact that all the bodies were mostly still where they'd dropped, where him and Nicki had killed the rest of the cult-  There's more nests like that these days. Living people getting wise, so the biters who haven't eaten in a while start to go tharn. They just ... hang out until living people reactivate 'em.

Zack Astor Like hibernation. Fucking bastards, you'd think at least that'd kill them. -he takes a water bottle from his pack and takes a few sips from it- That symbol that was painted there - what the fuck was up with that? Was that one of those fucking cultist things? What were they called-

ike Sunfacers. I mean, that's what Orion and me call 'em, anyhow. As good a name as any, huh? -rustles out a packet of melba toast and crunches through it mindlessly, alternating with dried apricots- Crazy, thinking they can make themselves some sorta thinking, talking zombie.

Zack Astor Sunfacers. Insane shitheads. -he let's his gaze wander over the grassy plains and to the treeline in the distance- Yeah. Ain't that crazy. Seem to be getting more too. All the more reason people like us gotta be vigilant, huh? Make sure nothing bad happens.

ike Uh-huh. -chokes a little bit on his dry food and scrambles for his canteen, gulping down some water and wiping his mouth- We seem to be doing okay. No big attacks since the Reavers tried to take Redwood. -reaches over and knocks the nearest beam of wood to not jinx it-

Zack Astor -he huffs- Only a matter of time before something happens. And with the way Redwood doing, it's not gonna survive an attack. Too many weak spots.

ike -finally tunes in properly, frowning at Zack- What? What're you talking about? With all the security patrols and shit, the constant watch on the towers, and the walls are doing fine....

Zack Astor The walls are doing fine, huh? -he finally turns his gaze to Ike, eyes slightly narrowed- Except when there's a huge fucking hole in it and security doesn't notice because somebody decided to keep it a fucking secret.

ike -clues in, his stare going flat instead of engaged- Right. Look, the Council and people in the town have already raked me over the coals about that, it's all fixed, there's no need for you to get your ranger panties in a twist about it.

Zack Astor -he stares him down, not wavering- Who said I'm talking about you, Ike?

ike Jesus. -closes his canteen- What the fuck are you talking about, then?

Zack Astor I think you know, Ike. -he leans forward slightly- Next time Mayra decides to endanger all of Redwood for some bullshit reason, she should make sure everybody's in on keeping it a secret.

ike You don't know what you're talking about.

Zack Astor -he chuckles slightly, letting the silence stretch out between them before answering- You wanna try that again, pal?

ike -frowning again- The Council already knows. The fence is fixed. What does it matter?

Zack Astor -a shit-eating grin finally spreads on his face- They don't, though. They still believe it was you. -pushes his hands in his pocket as he regards Ike- That just ain't right, is it? You know... I should change that.

ike Ermano knows. -even as he says it, he knows that was a little too fast; he takes a breath and says more calmly- Him and Jemma know. It's not ... there's no point trying to ... are you trying to threaten me?

Zack Astor -he doesn't respond to Isaac's question, just meeting it with a smile as he makes his way over to Isaac, only stopping when he's just a few inches away from him- Plenty of people here wouldn't be too happy knowing they got a damn rat in their midst that risked their lives for taking a stroll outside of Redwood.

ike -sharply- Don't call her that.

Zack Astor -he leans in, close enough that the tips of their nose almost touch- Or what? You're gonna tell the council?

ike -leans back, slightly, very slowly- ...what do you even want?

Zack Astor -he grins but doesn't chase the closeness, staying right where he is- What are you willing to do to keep her safe, Isaac?

ike -breaks a little, taking a half step back and shaking his head- You can't be serious. You can't possibly think you can actually threaten Mayra and stay in Redwood.

Zack Astor Oh, is that so. -this time he follows, getting back into Isaac's space- How are you gonna stop me?

ike What do you fucking want??

Zack Astor For now, I want you to know that I know. And that I can do whatever the fuck I want with that.

ike I don't ... I don't understand what the hell you would even gain from making people mad at Mayra. It was a mistake. She wasn't thinking.

Zack Astor Was it a mistake, or just a really fucking stupid decision she made willingly, Isaac? -he suddenly reaches and grabs Isaac by his collar, fingers digging into the fabric- If you hadn't caught her, do you think she would have fessed up? Or would she have kept it a secret because 'she wasn't thinking'?

ike -more firmly- It was a mistake. She doesn't think about these things, she doesn't -- she's not like us, she doesn't understand that it's dangerous out here. She thought it was harmless. It's all fixed, Zack, what's the point of dragging it up now?

Zack Astor And if her 'mistake' had killed people, Ike? -he chuckles, mockingly- If she doesn't understand, she's gotta learn. Pretty sure you had your fair share of lessons beat into you, too.

ike -gritting his teeth to not react to that- I could tell the Council you're threatening her. Pretty sure that would outweigh anything else in this clusterfuck.

Zack Astor Do it, then. I don't have shit to lose, anymore. -stares at Isaac without blinking- You on the other hand... You do. If she gets someone killed, that blood's gonna be on your hands, Ike.

ike It's fixed. We fixed it. She isn't responsible for anything-- -leans in to Zack's face, snarling- --not anymore. All you'll do is make people mad at her and that isn't gonna benefit you, now is it.

Zack Astor -he meets Isaac's glance unwavering, still smiling- And? What does that change for you and me, Ike? I still know. And you gotta deal with it.

ike -breathes out long and slow, holding zack's gaze- All right. If you want it between us, then it's between us. Leave her out of it or I'll go scorched earth too, Zack. Believe me on that.

Zack Astor Will you now? -pulls on Isaac's collar, dragging him closer- You gonna try and kill me, Ike?

ike -a grin spreads across his face, for the first time in this conversation- Aww, Zack. And ruin the surprise?

Zack Astor -chuckles and finally let's go of Isaac, taking a step back- Alright. -suddenly swings and clocks Isaac in the jaw-

ike -caught off-guard, he staggers back, blood dripping thick from his mouth as he bends over; he touches his jaw, then spits and looks up, grin back in place- Ohhhhh-kay then. If you want a lil tune-up, Zack, you can come get one. -scrapes a quick handful of rubble off the ground and flings it in Zack's face, charging in with an elbow aimed at Zack's throat-

Zack Astor -he grins, licking his lips- Let's go, fucker. -his grin disappears as he gets hit with the gravel; he hisses out a curse but instinctively sidesteps the charge; he still gets hit in the shoulder, but uses the opportunity to grab onto Isaac and pull him in close; he tries to get the older man into a chokehold-

ike -grunts, his own boots skidding in the gravel, and reaches behind him to grab at Zack's ear, tearing at it as he bucks his weight back against zack- What is this for you? Making the rounds trying to topple everyone you think's in charge? -twists out of the chokehold, ramming his forearm against zack's chest to shove him back slightly, then clouting him in the nose with his other fist- You're not a leader. You're a leech. You're a parasite.

Zack Astor -he grunts in pain, feeling his nose break under the punch, blood spurting out of it, which he licks off his lips- And you're taking it up the ass for people who couldn't give a shit about you. At least I got some fucking dignity. -he reaches for Isaac's collar and drags him back in, punching him in the gut with full force- You're fucking weak, Ike.

ike -the breath gets knocked full out of him, but ike stays in close and reaches up to hook his arm around the back of zack's neck, holding him there while he shoves his fingers up into zack's broken nose, howling a laugh as he forces out more blood, wrenches the cartilage around- Dignity? Where's your fuckin' dignity now, soldier boy? -headbutts zack and then reels back and away, still chortling even though his head is ringing- Fuckin' ... enough. We still need to get back home, enough. You got your ya-yas out, you can say you swung on me and connected, boast to all your... -pauses, frowning- Hmmm. Do you have friends?

Zack Astor -blood is running down his mouth and chin from his broken, crooked nose; he is panting with pain as he stares at Isaac, his head throbbing- You can go boasting to Mayra. Bet she'd suck you sloppy for being a good bitch and taking that beating for her. -he grins, relaxing for just a moment, before suddenly charging in and tackling Ike to the ground; as soon as they're down, he starts wailing on Isaac's face , hard and fast-

ike You don't know the first thing about-- -goes down flat; it was a long day and he's already worn out and if this was a life-or-death situation he'd be throwing all his effort into it but zack's strong and motivated and much fresher so ike's mostly doing the most to block zack's blows, twist himself enough to buck and kick, trying to heave zack off-

Zack Astor -he manages to keep Isaac down firmly, getting some good, hard punches in; when he stops, his knuckles are busted; he reaches out and grabs onto Isaac's face and leans over him, the blood from his nose dripping down- I know fucking enough, Ike. You know who the fucking leech is? The parasite? -he spits into Isaac's face- It's people like Mayra, Ike. She's gonna suck you dry and you- you're gonna let her.

ike -blinks hard when zack sprays his face with bloody spit, lifting his hand to try and shove him away but his fingers just slap against zack's face, with a brief shove, before they slide down to zack's collar and grab on there- ...enough. God dammit, enough.

Zack Astor -he looks down at Isaac for a moment before chuckling roughly- Fucking hell. -he still holds Isaac's face, pushing his fingers into the hollow of the other man's cheeks before letting go- I'm done with you for now.

ike -stays still, catching his breath before laboriously turning over onto his side so he can spit out the blood filling his mouth-

Zack Astor -stares down at him for a moment longer before getting up; considers for a moment before holding his hand out to help him up-

ike Jesus, seriously? -wipes blood out of his eye and then reaches up to take zack's hand, getting hauled unsteadily to his feet and groaning at the pain, pressing his hand to his middle for a few moments- You're gonna keep this to yourself. Promise me.

Zack Astor -he stares at Isaac- Why? -there is no defiance or accusation in his tone this time-

ike -heaves a breath, collecting his stuff and starting to shuffle off towards the path back to redwood- You wouldn't understand, Zack. Sometimes it doesn't matter that somebody never sees or cares about all the shit you do for them, because they're so wrapped up in their own hurt. But you do it for 'em anyhow. You just do.

Zack Astor -watches Isaac quietly, before grabbing his own pack and following him- I understand that better than you damn think, Ike. -he walks beside him- I'm not gonna promise shit, you know. If you wanna go scorched earth, do it, but that ain't gonna change a thing.

ike All right. Well. I had to ask. -drinks some of his water, swishing it around and spitting- Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna spend the rest of this walk nursing my wounds and my fuckin' pride in peace and quiet. So if you feel the need to talk smart, do it without moving your lips.

[nameless-brand]

Guardianship papers are done and will be submitted tomorrow morning. Also, dealing with the fallout of having one of my grocery stores robbed at gunpoint. No one got hurt except the person robbing. One of Crow's Spring Chant "retired" members was manning the register that day and broke the man's arm in three places as soon as the gun was pulled out.

Company policy is to just let them rob the place, but I can't exactly blame an employee for defending herself.

The fallout is the robber trying to sue my company. I have lawyers on the payroll, so it's probably not going to be a problem. I'm just a little flabbergasted.

Anyway, Chi's awake. We're going to go to Home Depot to buy gardening supplies and definitely going to swing by a toy store. Also a fabric store too. And then make it an afternoon/evening assembling the furniture.

[cesium-sheep]

went to joanns with mom, we got paint supplies and fabric and glitter, and arin got a cross stitch kit. then we went to the office depot that's shutting down and she had to spend most of it sitting, the only useful thing they really had was a couple little sign display stand and a business card stand. she was being kind pushy about not wanting to eat at the food court for dinner even though she'd previously agreed, so I was like fucking fine we'll go to cheesecake factory they might outdoor seating but since you're parked here we'll do some mall stuff first. we stopped by the candy store and didn't walk around all that thoroughly but she was excited about them having a specific uk candy bar and they also had violet and rose candies she got me. (and a tin of the violets for sean too. I'm eating them now, they're good.) then we went to miniso to look at everything, I got a hair brush and some new hello kitty marshmallows that I hadn't tried before (chocolate) and she got some for herself to try (mango and strawberry, I think the mango is better), and at the last minute I also grabbed a blind box figure that I haven't opened yet. it's a sanrio one and they're on a little rocking horse, they're really heavy solid quality. then matt and arin went to lush with me, she couldn't go in because the fragrances are too concentrated when it's the whole store. I got a bath bomb and a bubble bar from the new halloween collection, and arin got some of her beloved soap. (mom said she'd be willing to pay for it, and she's been encouraging us to pick stuff out in general, but matt paid for our stuff from lush to make it easier for her.) then we went to cheesecake factory and they did not actually have outdoor seating and takeout would take 45 minutes, so matt found a thai place near their hotel and went to pick it up. jeff and I talked crafts while arin and mom loaded my auction winnings and the sweaters nana made into arin's car, then they came in to hang out. matt got food and plates and helped jeff carry drinks, then arin ate too fast and choked herself and it was a whole Thing but she's fine now.

I did also eventually convince mom to try out my rollator tomorrow, just to see if it works for her, cuz she had to take so many breaks and stuff. which was a frustrating process. jeff at least was using his cane today. their heavy resistance to mobility aids feels especially shortsighted and rude when. I'm literally sitting there in my wheelchair.

matt was pretty quiet while we were at the mall but when we were eating at the hotel room he was being very gregarious, they seem to enjoy him. overall kinda stressful day. she's very enthusiastic about buying us things because she hasn't gotten to go shopping with us in so long but I'm tired and I feel out of step with how much I'm allowed to ask for.

[storagekingnz12]

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[taravali-the-service-pup]

Puppy Adventure Checklist

Check your state laws to see if they cover public access rights for owner-trained SDiT. Some stores are pet friendly but always check with your local stores bc it many vary by location.

Home Improvement Store w/ Garden Center // Lowe’s / Home Depot / Menards / Ace Hardware / Sutherlands /

Department Store // Home Goods / At Home / Kohls / Ross / Burlington / Marshals / TJ Max / Old Navy / Macys / Dillards / JC Penny

Tool Store // Harbor Freight Tools / Northern Tool & Equipment / Clark’s Tools & Equipment / O’Reilly Auto Parts / Advanced Auto Parts / Auto Zone

Craft Store // Michael’s / JoAnn Fabrics / Hobby Lobby / Blick Art Materials / Paper Source

Book Stores // Barns & Nobel / Books A Million / Half Price Books / Public Library

Tech Stores // Best Buy / GameStop / Office Depot / Office Max / Staples

Sporting Goods // Academy / Bass Pro Shop / Dicks Sporting Goods / Scheels

Misc Quick Trips // hotel lobbies / car wash / pharmacy / gas station / USPS, FedEx, UPS, DHL / hospital parking lot & lobby / car, boat, RV dealership

Outdoor Locations // public playgrounds / accessible playgrounds / outdoor gyms / outdoor pools / parks with ponds, lakes or fountains / tennis & basketball courts / skate parks /

Beauty Supply Store // I personally don’t feel comfortable bringing a SDiT into a store with very strong smells. It’s overwhelming for me so I’m sure it’s very uncomfortable for them. I also avoid the isles with laundry detergent or bug killer of other stores for the same reason.

Grocery Stores // We wait until we have solid public access skills before we tackle places that sell a lot of food. Our grocery stores of choice are: Costco, Target and Sprouts. The HyVee & ALDIs in our city have tight isles that make it difficult to maneuver and get space as needed so I generally don’t go there until more advanced in public access. I personally avoid Walmart 100% of the time.

Other places too advanced for a young puppy include: museums, zoos, arcades, movie theaters, doctor appointments and any other place that is either too distracting/intimidating, you can’t leave immediately if your puppy gets overwhelmed or if the stakes are too high if something goes wrong.

[billydavis2244]

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[los-ninos-tortugas]

Pointing out little details as I notice them:

Raph’s bedroom:

Okay first of all the perspective in this shot is slightly wonky and it’s throwing me off a bit, but anyway…

His bench press is mostly held up by cinder blocks, while the part of it that holds the barbell itself (idk what it’s called) seems to be held in place by a bucket, maybe full of cement?

Raph and Leo both seem to have wooden floors while everyone else just has concrete floors?

Under Raph’s bed is a collection of weights for the bench press, a box of records, an unsolved Rubik’s cube, and a somewhat mysterious duffel bag.

Above his bed a Ghost Bear poster.

He has a random amp.

His bed seems to be just a mattress thrown on top of a concrete slab, and the slab itself is supported by those chains.

Raph has flames painted on his wall behind the bench press!

Just above and to the right of the flames it looks like Mikey graffitied his name on the wall.

I can’t tell if the poster on the wall behind the bench press is meant to be a poster of Lou Jitsu or perhaps one of Raph’s favorite musicians, I’m gonna guess Lou Jitsu on this one though.

Donnie’s bedroom:

Not as much going on in this image unfortunately :(

Donnie’s bed seems to be made out of an old tanning bed, can’t see what’s holding it up to make it lofted tho.

Underneath he has a desk where he has a laptop and what looks like either a tablet or a book.

Casey’s bedroom:

It looks like she has a small stack of books on her desk that he lamp is either really close to or sitting on top of.

Leaning against her desk chair are a couple of hockey sticks.

Behind the desk chair on top of the bookshelf you can see a baseball bat.

Can’t quite make out what the posters on the wall above the bookshelf are for, but given that the other posters feature Bradford and a hockey player, they’re probably also sports posters.

It looks like she’s got either a bag with a green bow, or perhaps a bit of brownie scout paraphernalia hanging off the bedpost there.

The Bradford poster is autographed.

On her laptop is a sticker of the foot clan symbol, and also stickers of ninja stars.

Mikey’s bedroom:

On the canvas on the far right you can see that Mikey drew a cartoonified self portrait.

Next to that are a bunch of little doodles on the wall that seem to mostly be of little cartoon cats! It seems Mikey really likes drawing cartoon cats because they’re on the other side of the room as well in another collection of wall doodles. All over the floor are cans of spray paint but also buckets of paint like you get at Home Depot.

Underneath his hammock is his skateboard, a boombox, and what are either tapes for the boombox or reams of paper, given their size I’m thinking paper.

Behind the hammock he’s painting a large yellow smiley face and big bubble letters that say something I can’t quite make out.

Splinter’s bedroom:

On the top shelf in the upper left side of the room appear to be some of Lou Jitsu’s acting trophies, one of which appears to be a golden globe.

On the shelf below that seems to be just a book and a sock that’s about to fall off the shelf.

Below that there’s a knife stuck in the wall.

Over by the bed, what my really bad eye sight initially took for a suitcase full of money that he inexplicably had, is a box of sewing supplies.

On the floor is a pair of sewing scissors near a bunch of fabric that is on the floor and thrown over Splinter’s minibar.

Also on the minibar is an unfinished bowl of ramen and a box of cookies.

Splinter’s desk is just the tabletop and hutch, and is held up by cinder blocks, the pedal for his sewing machine is also on one of these blocks while he’s sewing.

Next to Splinter’s desk is a pretty tall stack of file boxes.

Behind his bed there’s a painting of a tiger.

Going by the cut outs in the fabric on the floor it seems like Splinter is in the process of sewing some pants, I wonder if the jeans on the floor are there so he could figure out the patter he would need.

The tv is pointed towards the ironing board so he can watch while he irons.

Also the cords for the tv go into the chest at the end of his bed suggesting that there’s a power source in there.

His bed is held up by wooden pallets.

Leo’s bedroom (old lair)

Leo seems to have the most collectibles/toys/action figures of all his brothers. His shelves are completely covered. (You can even see some more of them peaking through behind his head as he’s pulling the curtain back.

Leo also seems to have the most posters, though only the Jupiter Jim one is drawn in detail (it’s also the biggest one).

Leo keeps his skateboard leaning against the wall at the end of his bed.

You can’t actually see anything under Leo’s bed and actually, I think he might be the only one that just has his mattress laying right on the ground and it’s not held up by anything, so he has no under bed storage.

Just peaking behind the curtain it seems that like Splinter, Leo also has a small tv in his room.

Leo and Raph also both have the same red paper lantern hanging up in their rooms.

It could just be because his room is being filmed but Leo seems to prefer to keep his bed made.

Hamato Yoshi’s bedroom:

On the closet appears to be a painting of a woman, but the image is incomplete because the closet is open. Taped over the painting appear to be photos of Yoshi’s mother.

Also near the closet is a practice sword.

Underneath his clothes it looks like he has his own collection of records in the closet.

The posters in his room seem to be of other famous martial artists or martial arts movies.

Big Mama’s bedroom

It’s purple and covered in webs. Moving on.

Leo’s bedroom (new lair)

My boy finally got himself some under bed storage. His bed is partially held up by cinder blocks and the subway seats. Under the bed seems to mostly be random papers and what looks a bit like a USPS box?

His bed is unmade in the new lair and it’s not just his blankets, it almost looks like the fitted sheet is popping off too and you can see the tufted pattern of the mattress underneath.

Over his bed is a boombox (balanced on the back of the subway seats that serve as his “headboard”), and taped over the window is a poster for “Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies,” a signed poster for the Prairie Dogs, and a custom “Mad Dogs” pirate flag with a skull and crossbones that uses a dog skull.

He still keeps his skateboard at the foot of his bed, and now there’s an amp next to it.

He seems to be using a cardboard box as a nightstand and that’s what he’s got his swords leaning up against.

Over on the other side where it looks like he’s turned the seats and safety bars into a shelving unit, he’s still got a small tv resting on one of the seats, under the seats are more moving boxes, on the shelf he’s got a lava lamp, some sort of skull thing, some books, and what looks like a motorcycle helmet? (But not the one he had in the series) Under the shelf it looks like he’s got a clothes line where he’s hung some things to dry.

There’s a couple of graffiti tags in the train car, ones really obvious because it’s where his shelves are, there’s some lettering on the ceiling over his bed, and there’s a star and a curved line that seems to go nowhere a little further back. None of them look like Mikey’s style though, so I’m guessing they were there when they moved in and weren’t made by Mikey.

Way in the back of the car he’s got what looks like a huge stack of comic books, more of those paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling (but now they’re blue and not red) and what seems to be a little closer area with maybe a fold out privacy screen, but tbh it’s all a little further back than I can really see with my aforementioned bad eyesight.

And that’s all I got.

Character's Rooms (Raph, Donnie, Mikey, Leo & Splinters bedrooms in the old Lair, Casey's bedroom, young Splinter's bedroom, Big Mama's bedroom & Leo's bedroom in the new Lair)

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i have a theory that art history and art theory is trying to create patterns that aren't actually there and make connections when there isn't one and to emphasize and exaggerate attributes within the art that are actually very fucking mundane and ordinary just for the sake of looking like they have esteem and something going for the institutional version of art. in other words, exploiting the people observing the art and having them buy into a false façade.

i also have a theory that an "industry" is a very bad thing, it functioning as an industry prioritizes profit and removes the point of the community at all. industrializing anything will remove it's connection to humanity and will turn it into a fascist laundering scheme.

i make money lifting boxes and sucking male dick. i think those are perfect industries, there's nothing human about a box 📦 and the prices to ship thru us are very expensive so every night i feel cool cause i'm standing in trucks worth tens of thousands of dollars, and i get compensated correctly given our clients are charged heavy prices. i also feel like sucking boy dick is a perfect industry because i'm gay and have no human feelings about a boy's dick being in my lap at all. if other people are turned on by images depicting me doing that they're stupid but at least they're rich and will pay me for taking some time to do that shit. :p

i want to see a world where not everything has to be capitalist that things that capture humanity can be sustainable thru direct means perhaps a paint supplier supplying artists paint for free. perhaps fabric depots unloading old stock to fashion designers for free. shit like that. i don't do gatekeeping and i'm not suggesting communism, i'm suggesting a hybrid reality where certain things require capital like me putting boxes into trucks for like 3 or 4 hours a day or things that are good for people and represent our souls and minds and experiences being something we can just recreationally do.

some professions are just hobbies that have been inflated to such a mutated level because purely profit.

life is dysfunctional and people believe the adult thing to do is to continue upholding the knives that keep giving them puncture and stab wounds.

put the knife down and just listen to me because i'm right and i make sense.

did you know clay comes from the GROUND? that clay that is not artificially made in a factory comes from MUD from DIRT. an artist should learn to harvest mud and mix colors like cleopatra mixed colors when she home made her own eye shadow and lipsticks that looked better than anything at ULTA altho i love ulta, ulta makes me cum. PERO

we are not ALLOWED to harvest mud to harvest clay we instead have to pay $699 at a craft store for studio grade artificial clay because capitalism requires us to pay for a specific patch of land and ask for a permit to harvest clay on our own land that has clay and the request may still get rejected even if we own the property.

and if you know anything about earth and botany, you can't harvest from the same area of land for more than like 3 years maximum. the earth if being harvested for only one specific thing becomes barren. it needs to go thru a natural rotation of being abundant in one specific resource, then human and animals bringing new and different properties to the area and it transforming and being abundant in a different other thing after that.

but because capitalism is anti earth we are forced to buy a patch of land and then pay unrealistic amounts of fees to artificially add nutrients to the ground we are working on to artificially nutrify it so it can remain abundant, it's expensive and it's for no reason and pointless because it doesn't work. it's a process that cannot be synthesized. and even if it could we can't afford for everyone on an individual licensed basis to keep paying the price to synthesize a process artificially that earth GAIA EL MUNDO can do for FREE. GRATIS.

i was born into a world where everyone is a fucking loser and i somehow know specifically how and why WITH receipts to prove it, as if i'm ever wrong anyways.

why? i have learned the skill of CONTEXTUALIZING INFORMATION something abusive entities and even metaphysically malicious entities do NOT desire you to do. they do NOT desire you to learn how to contextualize information correctly. but you have GOT to, not because it will improve the planet or your life or reality but because i have a legal record if becoming violent when i witness people do shit that DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE.

because that stressed me out. watching people hurt themselves and the only thing they're supposed to keep safe stresses me OUT and i'm like REALLY FIT AND GOOD AT FIGHTING LOL