#Thimble Sans

[crevviii33]

Post Before Bed

Veri tired ngl. Almost pulled an all-nighter the night before and I've forgotten to take my ADHD meds so uh... Withdrawl symptoms les go (I take non-stimulants, aka, the kind I gotta take everyday)

Sucks man, feeling like garbage.

But we go, we move on, and we make art!!

This is for a silly stupid OC voting contest over in a discord server I'm in... Uhh- it's owned by @comicfizz !!!

Very cool place!!!

Like really really really cool!!!

So ya, my boy Thimble got into the second round. Probably will get his ass kicked in. Oh well, he doesn't know there's multiple rounds so uh... Ya.

my little diva,

my little crotch goblin,

my little "I destroyed 97% of my Multiverse to save them from (basically) god",

my little "AAAAAAAA",

my little " I'm mentally ill and have a savior complex but I slay so it's okay."

BONUS UNDER BONES!! WRUFF WRUFF!

"I FUCKING WONNNN!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!"

"He doesn't know there's multiple rounds."

"..."

"Please don't tell him, it's funnier if he doesn't know."

[corvussnakee]

HAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! HE'S FINALLY DONE! FINALLY HERE!!!

This lil fucker took me so long to make but oh my god am I so proud of how he turned out!!

Wanna know how much he took over my life? This dude got 4 entire sketchbook pages to himself, had to share one with Snail!Error and 4 canvases on Ibispaint.

Here's the proof btw.

I started this in the middle of April and now it's the middle of May.

Thimble, sweetheart, chaos incarnate, my crazy lil shit. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CAUSE ME SO MANY PROBLEMS??? I thought you were gonna be the easy child.

Really should've seen it comin ngl. Snail!Error is chill while Thimble!Ink is a wacky fuckin dude.

Anyway. Some fun facts.

Thimble uses thread magic. So like Snail who went acid/slime to reflect normal Ink, Thimble uses thread to reflect normal Error.

Instead of drinking paint, Thimble, was supposed to eat thread but that felt too uhh... Too predictable and overdone. So instead he uses sewing pins as like lolipops which he can dip into various different powders. Sorta like a baby bottle pop LOL.

Thimble used to be a normal skeleton, then a certain event happened and he got Ken Doll-ed.

I think that's all I can really think of/share right now.

Og Ink belongs to @comyet

Thimble!Ink/Thimble belongs to mwoah :3

[bombsareforbabies]

TontaLaw is not giving up his napping place…

Cora-san has gotten bitten by the tiny gremlin like twice already trying to retrieve his hat. Law is not interested in having his comfy warm blanket taken away, thank you very much.

…but he can be successfully bribed with a thimbleful of coffee.

Cora-san gives him a thimbleful, which is huge for a tontatta, and he is on that SUPER caffeine high for half the day. The crash ends up with him just falling asleep instantly and Cora-san having to grab him to keep him from falling to the ground from nine feet up.

[theoutcastrogue]

Ballade of the Hanged Men

According to legend, François Villon wrote his iconic Ballade des pendus ("Ballad of the Hanged", c.1489) in prison, waiting for his own execution. Not true. Fittingly for a rogue, Villon disappeared from Paris and from history, and his ultimate fate will forever remain unknown.

This 2013 translation by David Georgi does not retain the poem's rhyme, but I think it perfectly captures the mood. Original Middle French after the cut, for modern French spelling and a literal English translation see wikipedia.

Brothers, humans, who live on after us, don’t harden your hearts and turn away, for if you take pity on wretches like us, the sooner will God have mercy on you. You see us strung up here, five, six in a row; as for our flesh, which we nourished too well, it has fallen away, devoured or rotted, and we, the bones, will soon be ash and dust. Let no one mock at our pitiful state, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

If we dare to call you brother, do not disdain us, though the law saw fit to kill us in the name of justice; for you know not all are blessed alike with sense and reason. Therefore go with quiet heart and intercede for us with the Son of the Virgin Mary; ask that his grace toward us may not run dry and let him save us from the firestorms of hell. We are dead; let no one harm us further, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

The rain has soaked us through and washed us clean and the sun has dried and blackened us. Magpies and crows have cored out our eyes, trimmed our beards and plucked our eyebrows. We never get a moment to rest: this way and that as the wind shifts direction, it swings us at its whim continually, more needled by birds than a darning thimble. No, ours is a club you should not rush to join, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

Jesus, our Prince, who reigns over us all, let hell have no hold over us sinners, let us owe it no debt or allegiance. Fellow men, don’t laugh at our fate, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

Ballade des pendus

Freres humains qui aprés nous vivez, N’ayez les cueurs contre nous endurciz, Car se pitié de nous povres avez, Dieu en aura plus tost de vous mercis. Vous nous voiez cy atachés, cinq, six; Quant de la chair, que trop avons nourrie, Elle est pieça, devoree et pourrie, Et nous, les os, devenons scendre et pouldre. De nostre mal personne ne s’en rie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

Se vous clamons freres, pas n’en devez Avoir desdain, quoy que fusmes occis Par justice; toutesfoiz vous savez Que tous hommes n’ont pas bon sens rassis. Intercedez doncques de cueur assis, Envers le filz de la Vierge Marie, Que sa grace pour nous ne soit tarie, Nous preservant de l’infernale fouldre. Nous sommes mors, ame ne nous harie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

La pluye nous a debuez et lavez Et le souleil decechez et noirciz. Pies, corbeaux nous ont les yeulx cavez Et araché la barbe et les sourcilz. Jamais nul temps nous ne sommez assis: Puis ça, puis la, comme le vent varie, A son plaisir sans cesse nous charie, Plus becquetés d’oiseaux que dez a couldre. Ne soiez donc de nostre confrairie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

Prince Jhesus, qui sur tous a maistrie Garde qu’enfer de nous n’ait seigneurie; A luy n’ayons que faire ne que souldre! Hommes, ycy n’a point de mocquerie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

@tuulikki

[himebushou]

Pressure

"You're a comedian, eh?  Make me laugh."

Every mildly amusing thing he's ever said or heard flies out of Kazuki's mind.  He blinks stupidly; in turn, Emika's aunt folds her arms.  She's filling in for her sister today, Kazuki was told, because the poor woman is stuck in bed with a nasty bout of food poisoning.  "It's her own fault," Izumi's mother had said blithely.  "She keeps sticking stuff in the fridge before it's cooled down properly.  We did try to tell her."

"I'm waiting."

"I'd like to hear a joke, too," says Itsuki's mother.  "I bet your timing is amazing, Kazuki-san."

This is why arriving early for pick-up can be a bad, bad idea.  Usually, the chit-chat is helpful: Kazuki's invested in a thimble and Akie's mom reported that she no longer weeps while chopping onions.  They're building a community, Kazuki reasons.  Miri might attend university with one of these kids, someday (only if they pull their socks up: his darling is heading for Tokyo or Kyoto!), so it's a good idea to foster strong relationships.  Build bonds.

Right now, those bonds are dependent on Kurusu Kazuki telling a joke.

Does Rei ever get harassed like this?

Kazuki clears his throat.  This is for Miri.  He can't let people question whether he and Miri share the same funny bone — that might stop her from being invited to parties.  Her future social standing is balancing on Kazuki, on his ability to induce a titter from the four women watching him with expectant eyes.

"Did you hear," Kazuki asks conspiratorially, voice dropping so that the company of women have to lean forward, "about the time a giraffe and an ostrich raced each other?"

"No.  Can't say I did."

Kazuki claps his hands. "It was neck and neck!"

A pause.

Itsuki's mom is the first to giggle, but there's something forced about the sound.  The other two mamas politely compliment Kazuki.  Emika's aunt stares.

Then, all four whip their phones out and begin typing furiously.

[crazyunsexycool]

Omg please write that in!

What does jealous Bucky look like? 👀

Also I see that situation with thimble and Ransom being the same for Bucky and Sugar, where she's going down on him and he's like "where did you learn that" and her teasing him with the 'tongue thing' one other guy liked 😈😈😈😈

Oh man!

Warning: oral (m receiving)

Jealous Bucky is more intimidating than than he was as the winter soldier.

After I wrote these scenarios I reread your question and realized I understood it wrong but oh well

Just imagine you and Bucky are out on a date. At a restaurant or movie theater you run into a guy you dated in college and his date. Not only was this the first guy you dated, he was the first one you ever had sex with. So when you introduce him Bucky knows the name because you’ve told him your dating history.

“Gabriel this is my Boyfriend James. James this is Gabriel an old friend from college.” You introduce him by his first name because you think Bucky is just for those close to him and you introduce Gabriel as an old friend because you don’t want Bucky to get moody.

But he does and he glares at the idiot standing in front of him. How dare he break your heart? Although really Bucky should be thanking him for being an idiot. In a move that you know is only for intimidation Bucky sticks out his left hand, sans glove, and takes Gabriel’s to shake.

“Pleasure to meet you James, and it’s great to see you too Y/N, you look great.” He then introduces his own date.

The comment makes Bucky pull you more into his side if that were possible. He shoots daggers at Gabriel’s head as he catches up with you.

“And what do you do?” Gabriel’s attention shifts back to Bucky.

“What all ex-assassins do best.” You stifle a laugh and elbow him. “I work with the Avengers alongside Y/N of course.”

Bucky of course doesn’t like to bring up his past up but if it will make the idiot in front of him fear him, he can survive.

“O-oh, that’s um-that’s amazing.”

“Well, it was great seeing you Gabe but we should get going because our kids are waiting for us.” Bucky pulls you away before you can properly say goodbye and the moment you’re somewhere alone he fucks you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now Ransom and Thimble.

Imagine you made up and you get on your knees for him at his office maybe? Anyway you take him in your mouth and he’s just fucking losing it. All flushed and sucking in a breath with a certain flick of your tongue. He’s gripping the armrests in his chair and he can’t help but thrust into your mouth. Especially when you flick your tongue that specific way.

“Fuck thimble. Where’d you learn that?” He couldn’t help but ask although he dreaded the answer.

You only hum around his cock making him groan. He can’t help but put a hand on the back of your head and begin to thrust more until he’s basically just fucking your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around the head of his dick. Your hands are on his thighs and you dig your nails into his flesh.

“Shit. So fucking good.” Ransom mutters and as he says he’s close you take all of him to your mouth and he stills and you swallow everything he gives you.

He’s panting above you while you pull back and lick your lips.

“I had some practice.” You answer Ransom’s question with a smirk. He scowls at you, he definitely doesn’t like the thought of you with anyone else.

Ransom pulls you up and lays you down on his desk with a promise that you won’t remember any other guy you’ve been with beside him.

[yumejo]

I have this old lilimana thoughts I always wanted to share but couldn't. I was too shy;;

There's this old Filipino courting tradition called Harana, it's about a man who'd sing underneath a girl's window/balcony at night to court them. I thought it would be cute if Lilia does it to Mana with the rest of Diasomnia as his wingman🩷

this made me so happy!! 😭 thank you for thinking of me and lilimana... it fits them perfectly!! it was really, really sweet; i couldn't help but write myself something..!

lissome fingers sewed stitches into a new outfit, one that grim had implored for, as mana listened to the crepitating fire and the aforementioned beast's snores emitting behind her; the hour well past bedtime.

tap, tap, tap!

mana's concentration was ruptured as a noise resounded throughout the room, her blue eyes trailing to the window and espying a pitch-black bat bonking its precious little head against the pane.

"hm?" startled by the critter, mana dropped her needle and thread and padded over to the window; unlocking the latch and prying the glass apart. "lilia-san?!"

down below the newly repaired balcony was lilia—with the three children he considered family suspended behind his short frame. the sight alone has mana's heart fluttering, hearts emerging from the depths of her eyes.

"did we interrupt your sewing, my little thimble?" lilia inquired, albeit the simper curved on his lips was indubitably unapologetic. "do you think you could spare me a moment of your night? i have a gift for you♪"

mana's gaze shifted over to the diasomnia boys, and how they each retained an instrument in their possession. silver and sebek have various instruments mana remembered seeing in lilia's room before, and malleus has his violin—and that along is enough information for her to surmise what her beloved has planned.

tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, mana sheepishly leaned against the balcony's railing as she smiled down at them, "for you, i do."

and truthfully, she expected the music to be as chaotic as the light music club's performances—but she's pleasantly surprised as malleus' bow begins to slide along the strings, a dulcet sound pulsing through the night air. silver and sebek's instruments gradually begin to coalesce into the soothing melody, highlighting the grace of malleus' playing.

the three of them continue to play, and mana felt lilia's eyes fixated on her; as if observing her reaction, his entity radiating a rhapsody of joy and excitement.

lilia was content knowing she's enjoying herself; that they had enraptured her and monopolized her attention completely.

mana found her breath being thieved from her lungs the moment lilia's guitar pick thrummed with his own strings, and the mellifluous sound of his singing voice echoed afterwards.

"even if your hand, your voice, and your afterimage fade; i am here—please let this message reach you~♪~♪"

finding her legs growing weak, quivering from the white-hot ache imbuing itself in the crevice of her chest, mana rested her weight forward onto the railings further. 'how beautiful...' she thought, overwhelmingly emotional, 'lilia-san, and everyone...'

"for it won't be long before i find you, keep the way home in your eyes; someday everything will return to the way it once was~♪~♪"

those lyrics evoked a tender yearning from within mana, her dewy-eyed expression shining as she kept her own gaze riveted onto how lilia's body swayed.

as the song's culmination came and went, the euphonious tune simmering down into steady, gradual beats, mana clapped and cheered. "that was wonderful-!" she effusively praised, giggling as the boys behind lilia all flushed.

even if she didn't understand the reasonings behind the sudden serenade, mana loved every second of it.

"kufufu, did you enjoy our performance?" lilia called up to her in congruence with a swarm of bats accumulating around him—and in an instant, he was fluttering right beside her; his body nestling down atop the railing as a hand reached out to cup her cheek. "i wanted to surprise you. i learned of this tradition on my many travels; isn't it perfect for showing my love to you?"

an airy laugh overflowed from mana's lips as she nodded her head, agreeing, "it is. why not let me sew you a new outfit next time you wish to show me a song?"

"does that mean you'll accept my affections?" lilia teased her adoringly, the devoted gleam sparkling in his eyes enchanting.

overlaying her hand overtop of his, mana avowed, "always, lilia-san."

[ask-sibverse]

So can you tell us some of the bitties in harem?

Alrighty! So we have Tiny (Horror type) and Hood (Dust type) who run Haven, a daycare/orphanage for bitty children. Tiny was raised by Error and Hood by Coder. Coder also raised Vip (swapfell Sans lamia bitty) and Yonda (female deaf Papyrus variant bitty). Error also raised Thimble (stitches type) as well, and later adopts two lamias Ochre (Dream lamia type) and Lampblack (shattered Dream type).

Yume eventually adopts three babies Ichiro (Edge lamia), Nichiro (fell Paps/Swap Paps mix) and Sanyu (Fell sans mix)

[rabbitcruiser]

National Olive Day

Small, unassuming, but packed with flavor - these little bites are the perfect addition to any antipasto platter or cocktail hour spread.

A delicious snack enjoyed all over the world, olives are versatile and nutritious. They can be eaten alone as a snack, as part of an appetizer charcuterie board or included in recipes. And, of course, when olives are pressed into extra virgin olive oil, they become even more versatile.

National Olive Day is the ideal time to appreciate and enjoy everything related to this little fruit that packs a big punch in flavor and nutrition.

History of National Olive Day

Olives have a rich and deep history, and they have been appreciated in many cultures over time. These little fruits are believed to have originated in Asia Minor and then spread through Palestine, Iran and Syria to the Mediterranean region where they found a home at least 6000 years ago.

The olive tree is one of the oldest cultivated trees in the world and its fruit, as well as the oil that comes from it, has been beloved and revered for several millennia. Not only is olive a healthy oil for cooking and eating, many people like to include it as an ingredient in their skin care and beauty regimens because of its healthful properties.

All dotted throughout Spain, Greece, Italy, and Turkey, groves of olive trees bring olives which are often eaten on their own or pressed into extra virgin olive oil. Olives are a huge industry worldwide and the demand for table olives continues to grow all over the globe. More than 500 different varieties of olives are cultivated today, with all sorts of different flavors and even unique colors.

National Olive Day was founded in 2015 by Divina, an arm of the FOODmatch specialty Mediterranean foods company that is located in the United States. It was decided that Olive Day should be placed on the first day of June as a finale to the end of May, which is a month when some people celebrate the Mediterranean Diet.

National Olive Day Timeline

4000-6000 BC Olive plants are first cultivated

An important part of the Mediterranean diet, olive trees are domesticated around this time.

3000-1100 BC Stories circulate of olives’ origins

In Greek Mythology, the goddess Athena is said to have created the olive tree during a contest between herself and Poseidon, god of the sea.

1769 Olive cuttings are first planted in California

Brought by Spanish missionaries, the olive trees are planted and cultivated in San Diego.

1908 First successful planting of olive trees in Japan

Shodo Island becomes an important place for olive cultivation for the small country.

1919 Olive Oyl makes her first appearance

A beloved cartoon character usually associated with Popeye, Olive Oyl actually predates Popeye by 10 years in the comic strip called Thimble Theatre.

How to Celebrate National Olive Day

Observing National Olive Day comes with all sorts of ways to enjoy and appreciate everything that has to do with olives. Consider some of these ideas for celebrating the day:

Try a New Variety of Olives

There is so much more to olives than just the green, pimento stuffed ones that your grandma used to serve. With approximately 500 different options for olive varieties, National Olive Day brings with it a great many opportunities to try a new type of olive. For those people who think they don’t like olives, they probably have just not tried the right ones yet!

Here are a few options for olive varieties to get started with:

Kalamata Olives. This variety of olives that comes from Greece is fairly well known and often appreciated. They are a deep purple color with a shiny skin and a shape similar to almonds, with a rich and fruity flavor that is a bit smoky.

Liguria Olives. Also called Taggiasca olives, this variety is grown in the most northwestern region which is near France’s Niçoise olive region. They are a bit smaller, often served green and are usually cured with herbs like rosemary, thyme and bay leaves.

Mission Olives. This American variety of olive hails from California in the 1700s. Its origins were thought to be Spanish, but scientists can’t find a link. The flavor of Mission olives, which can be found green or black, is mild and bright with a grassy hint.

Manzanilla Olives. From Spain, the most prolific olive grower, comes this variety that has a smoky, almondy flavor. It may be found stuffed with a pimento, or cracked and dressed with olive oil and served with delicious crusty bread.

Host a National Olive Day Gathering

Looking for an excuse to get friends or family members together for a little, intimate gathering. Use National Olive Day as a reason! Invite a few friends over for some appetizers and wine, enjoying a taste test of different types of olives and embracing the fun of a Mediterranean lifestyle.

Learn More About Olives

Many people aren’t well-versed in the world of olives–and that’s okay! For instance, most people don’t realize that the oldest olive tree in the world is around 4,000 years old and can still be found producing fruit in its location on the island of Crete.

Of course, other cool pieces of information like that are available and this is a great time to learn a few interesting tidbits. And then, of course, these bits of olive trivia can be used to impress coworkers and neighbors while reminding them to celebrate National Olive Day.

Try out some of these fun facts to get started:

The darker the olive, the riper it was when it was picked. Black olives are just olives that used to be green but got darker as they stayed on the tree longer.

Spain is the largest producer of olives in the world, followed by Italy, Turkey, Greece and Morocco.

Olive trees are normally pruned and kept fairly short to make it easy for them to bear fruit but, if left to themselves, they can actually grow as large as 26-49 feet in height.

Olive trees live way longer than humans. In fact, the average lifespan of an olive tree is between 300 and 600 years.

Visit a Mediterranean Restaurant

One excellent way to enjoy National Olive Day is to take a date, or the whole family, out to an authentic Mediterranean restaurant. This will allow not only the enjoyment of the olives themselves, but everything that goes with it. They can be enjoyed with a bowl of hummus, some feta cheese or an Israeli cucumber and tomato salad.

Remember the Health Benefits of Olives

Adding olives to a meal or having them as a snack can be a healthy part of a Mediterranean, keto friendly, low carb diet. Olives contain fiber, healthy fats, vitamin E and other antioxidants which mean they can help reduce the risk of heart disease, stroke, diabetes and possibly even certain cancers.

National Olive Day is the perfect time to add these healthy, tasty little treats into the pantry and onto the table!

National Olive Day FAQs

Are olives good for you?

Olives contain Vitamin E and antioxidants, which means they can help with heart health and lower risk of disease like stroke, diabetes and even cancer.

Are olives fruit?

While many people might think of them as vegetables, olives are actually stone fruits in the same family as mangoes or cherries.

Do olives have seeds?

Because they are fruit, olives have seeds or pits that are often discarded as waste during production or while being eaten.

How do olives grow?

Olives grow as fruit on short trees, often found in groves in very hot climates with low humidity.

Should olives be refrigerated?

Although they do not necessarily need to be refrigerated, olives will maintain a longer shelf life if kept in the refrigerator after opening.

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[suiseisyojo]

What is Mana ideal date with Lilia ;)?

OOOH i think mana's ideal date with lilia would be her sewing them matching outfits (they're so cheesy and she's a little possessive over him♡)—and then going to an arcade together!

the type that has abundant claw machines and gachapons! mana likes collecting new little toys to give to lilia (even tho lilia pays for her to do them 90% of the time bc crowley's budget for her is nonexistent LOL)

and then mana watches lilia play all the arcade games, he can show off for her a little bit ^q^b

"this one's for you, my thimble!" "ah, eyes on the screen, lilia-san..!"

[crevviii33]

Ehehe, I haven't really done a lottt here, At least now I can post my silly Whiteboard drawings I did... hrrmmm, Let us see... About... a couple days ago? Ya, ya that fits!!! Sprinkles them down like little snowflakes!

First three sets of images are very Mutt focused. We got a little bit of Razz in there but other than that he's sorta just there. ALSO SHOWDOG!! (CashxMutt) because HAHA!!! I LOV MY STINKY FUCKING SHIP NAMEEE!!!

SHOWDOG SHOWDOG SHOWDOG SHOWDOG!! *Keeps chanting like a mad man*

Then, then we got some Rotten. He's so sad, I lov him. My stinky old man with two kids, a boring job, and a totally not husband situationship. (Honestly this is the life he wants, so like- slayy!!)

And then some Shattered, Specifically my version of shattered who I have nicknamed Dreamcatcher! She's spider based. OoooOOOOoo spooky insects!! And then her with her basically adopted child, Thimble. An Ink who's basically strings and maybe, actually, has a savior complex.

I lov all my scrunkles!!! X3

[delacav]

#Repost @rachel.elspeth.gross ・・・ Today’s Inspiration: Paco Rabanne Paco Rabanne, who “Salvador Dalí simply called him the second genius of Spain,” designed distinctive, innovative haute couture that stood out in the era of Space Age chic. When Chanel said that Rabanne “was not so much a couturier but a metalworker,” it was snide, but Rabanne was using metal wire and plastic to “push the boundaries of acceptable clothing to wear on the street.” In 1979 he released Métal “a fragrance for young women who adore metal accessories.” He had a flighty reputation, which he didn’t help by making some wild public claims about his spiritual beliefs. Born outside San Sebastián, Spain in 1934, mom was chief seamstress at the Spanish Balenciaga atelier. Dad, a Colonel, was executed by Fascists during the Spanish Civil War. They became refugees in 1939 when they fled to France “where he [first] assumed the name Paco Rabanne.” Rabanne got an architecture degree from Ecole des Beaux Arts in 1964, covered the costs of his education by designing ostentatious costume jewelry (and buttons!) “for Givenchy, Dior and Balenciaga.” In 1965, at 30, he presented a collection of dresses he called “Manifesto: 12 unwearable dresses in a row; contemporary materials,” which included his first plastic dress. Rabanne “eschewed needles and thread for pliers.” His couture runway shows used music (which simply wasn’t done when he started the practice) and featured models of color. Rabanne showed his first couture collection in 1966, “complete with hair by Vidal Sassoon,” and then opened a boutique in 1966, “where he earned international repute for his metal-linked plastic-disc dresses, sun goggles and jewelry made of plastic.” Peggy Guggenheim was one of his most faithful, and first, clients; Donyale Luna, arguably the first Black supermodel, was a muse. Rabanne sold “Paco’s Sewing Kit” for DIY enthusiasts to remake one of his pieces at home (I need one, BADLY). He won the Golden Thimble in 1989, published a book of his spiritual beliefs in the 90s and retired in 1999. In 2005, an exhibition of his drawings was held in Moscow. He was made an Officer of the Legion d’Honneur in 2010. Rabanne's death was announced yesterday. https://www.instagram.com/p/CoRFqyEudtI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue March 15, 1962

Dorothy McGowan wears a brown and white plaid wool Prince of Wales suit; white crepe sleeveless blouse edged with trapunto. Straw hat in the shape of a thimble. All, by Pierre Cardin.

Dorothy McGowan porte un tailleur Prince de Galles en laine écossais marron et blanc ; chemisier sans manches en crêpe blanc bordé de trapunto. Chapeau en paille en forme de dé à coudre. L'ensemble, par Pierre Cardin.

Photo William Klein

vogue archive

[fineartphotographysandiego]

Vintage sewing tools are cherished for their quality, durability, and intricate designs. A well-preserved vintage sewing tools kit often includes essentials like thimbles, scissors, needle cases, and measuring tapes. visit us for more Vintage Sewing Tools collection!

[blue-opossum]

Toes as Music, Music as Toes

        Toes as Music, Music as Toes

        Friday morning, 20 December 2024

        I am cognizant of where I am sleeping, but my thoughts are surreal and abstract. The underlying causality is my usual potential mobility focus, with feet in this instance, but tied to reflecting on music (five tracks) I produced recently. There is more faux proto-cognizance (trying to think and arrange ideas coherently) than defined physicality.

        In the dark, I focus more on my right foot. Each toe has a "shell," and the inside of each toe is a musical recording. Each recording randomly (at first) varies in tuning (pitch), which could be "wrong" unless mentally adjusted.

        I mentally lift the separated tip of each toe, somewhat like a thimble of tough skin. Inside the hollow area of each "actual toe" on my foot is the rendering of each musical recording, somewhat like tiny rolled-up metal scrolls.

        Although I have had many dreams in which hollow parts of my body have contents, this has less physical realism and presence. I mentally manipulate the floating "toe shells," sometimes changing the essence of the "toe contents" to "tune" them before putting the "thimbles" (toe tips/toe shells) back onto the actual toes and their contents.

        The outcome features my toes of different uneven lengths (such as my middle toe being longer than the toes on each side), but that does not concern me.

        Most dream content is wrong (and surreal) to prevent nonsensical "interpretations" and memory corruption (sans literal transpersonal awareness and some liminal states). Although many people recognize this attribute, many do not and pretend to "interpret" the content even though the navigation of the dream state itself brings about such content, not waking life. In this case, there is an ambiguous and confusing integration of trying to attain mind-body communication (for physical movement and mobility) with a cognizant factor (mentation for ordering and adjusting ideas). It is strange and interesting but certainly not symbolic in the conventional sense.

[writer59january13]

Ah... methinks I could sleep forever

Basking in a supine position with eyes wide shut while the space heater churns out fast moving molecules of heat solitudinarian drowsy thinker fêted by miniature fantasy of tropical island paradise accompanying and populating slumber courtesy flickering, mesmerizing, undulating barenaked native nymphs

tricked out as miniscule floaters drifting across field of vision striking atavistic memories, where yours truly revels within toasty warm bedroom succumbing into deep sleep resurrecting dormant primal hallucinations redolent of Neanderthal forebears, who huddled around the hearth lo and behold discovery

evident after eldest sister of Harris tribe, videre licet raw bits of genetic material submitted saliva specimen to 23andMe since shut down by the FDA because of the said company's aggressive marketing and refusal to resolve outstanding data issues. Impossible mission to stay awake and fend off feeling sleepy analogous to being drugged not even long enough to attend a yawning festival, thus once upon a time approximately half life of Matthew Harris ago indefatigable body of mine weathered blistering fatigue with endurance to dance the night away, where lively contra dance music played onstage and participants tirelessly whooped up with energetic glee experienced the equivalent headiness linkedin with physical intercourse. Now as a sexagenarian to boot, who recently underwent a makeover former trademark characteristic of baby boomer no longer sports talking head being hirsute subsequently analogous to Samson powerfulness of body, no greater than a newt while I lay me down to sleep cerebral cogs and wheels troubleshoot envisioning yours truly (me) reincarnated donning myself

wearing a broad-shouldered drape jacket, balloon-leg trousers, and, sometimes, a flamboyant hat decked out sporting, what came to be recognized as zoot suit generally worn by the following: white Americans, police officers, and U.S. Soldiers, the suits became a symbol of excess, anti-patriotism, and anti-American sentiment, as well as gang affiliation. I get tired of being tired hence ask the missus to make high test coffee, which jolt of caffeine finds me wired but back in the day I acquired a gold card patronizing General Nutrition Center and bought one product in particular, which affected me with outcome I desired. And thus I crafted sub verse, whereby yours truly conceives poem titled Guarana Mo by Jeeves. Most of the following (fictitious) quintessential balderdash ranks as sorry excuse for originality, writ nevertheless mishmash qualifies according to humble opinion of mine reasonable rhyme for mediocrity, benignly, essentially, and honestly to wit to test skill at heart felt fabrication like me, thus exempting bing considered, judged,

and labeled tubby unfit wall henna burst of playful tulles toy warren peace, bawling contrived sketched piddling potchking pusillanimous Monty Python's Flying Circus twit, this once upon a time pablum child, aye practically spit out (from inxs of carrot juice),

now dost daringly be hove brave reeder to comprehend as great literary endeavor by this hare reed rabbit, head, (non adult tryst) pit, nor posthumous fame, worm ma obit chew wary verbosely probably re:nouns, abominable attempt as Unitarian worthy reading material

so great English lit, and moost unlikely tuff hind, nor e'en garner this hare reed ole Union Jack of a one hit wonder poetic laureate, nonetheless this (o' waa hare did me bunny go), perhaps to Britain endeavoring merely to join United Kingdom. Now let yours truly whoop focus to address main intent, (sans for quick pick me up) and nary drop of coffee, nope not even one molecule to fill thimbleful sized cup I reach for bottle of Guarana, (one serving of coffee per capsule)

fo' this aging pup, who attests that caffeine (liquid and/or encapsulated), the sole vice (except for barbiturates, cocaine, "FAKE" opioid, et cetera), which overdose nearly found me nearly a grateful dead – thrice occasions, where circumstances

of mouse self (Stuart Little reincarnate - with an insatiable craving for cheese laced with Guarana, Paullinia cupana, a climbing plant in the maple family), which bean sized seeds affordable at an acceptable price many times larger than puffed rice.