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some0newithapen · 6 months ago
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STOPMOTION SANDWICH COMIN RIGHT UP! A lil animation of my OC Wendell! He is a wizard apprentice (he used to be a clown wizard, this LPS custom I painted of him features an outdated design). I don’t draw him much but I made this custom of him so that’s neat
I think LPS would be perfect for stopmotion! I would love to experiment with it more in the future :)
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radishearts · 11 months ago
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If you're still taking reqs i LOVE the way you draw scar :)
I know this it totally not what u meant but I was watching a VOD today and simply had to :,)
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He has a nice left eyelash guys in this we trust 🗣️
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ptolomeia · 5 months ago
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Who wants to hear my thoughts on how my disability, fatness and grief all intersect?
If the answer is not you, please press j to continue to the next post!
So, we're coming up on a year now since our disability meant we had to come to terms with the fact that we would never be able to work and had to drop out of school for our dream job and become a housebound/bedbound lump person. Now my dream job was in construction, it was unionized and extremely well paid and I was three months short of graduating when reality became undeniable. I was never going to be able to do this.
I may have been the only person in my class who had to double check the weight capacity of my harness and shock absorber, but I was fucking good at the work. One of my teachers had me tutoring classmates before the brain fog made that impossible. And while it was hard to find clothes that fit me, mens clothes typically came in larger sizes, which worked for me.
And then came MECFS, slowly robbing my life of, well, most things really. Including, but very much not limited to, my sense of identity and my dream job.
Being a poor student, I didn't really have many clothes that didn't fit with that life. And being very fat, i couldnt exactly go to a mall and buy fast fashion that suited me better for cheap. So, I find myself almost a year down the line with still not many clothes that make me feel good or happy or non additional grief.
Which brings me to my next set of issues. Due to sensory and temperature regulation issues, I can only wear natural breathable fibers (another thing that cuts me off from fast fashion). Between the exhaustion from my ME/CFS and my sensory issues, shopping is hard on me.
But HAHA! I think. I've been sewing on and off for near two decades now (ow my brain). I can just sew myself a new wardrobe! Besides, the non construction worker styles I like (vintage 40s-50s) is even harder to find plus sized, well fitting anyway. If I can't do my dream job, at least I can enjoy some expertly sewn (eh, close enough), perfectly (that could probably use some quotes) fitting clothes in a style I've long loved but thought impractical!
Except, here's the thing. Sewing requires energy. Laying out and cutting out fabric requires energy. It requires precision and focus and when I only have a few good hours a day and have to take care of myself and my home on top of my sewing ambitions...
Last summer I made a pair of shorts (two front pieces, two back pieces, a fly, a waist band, belt loops, 4 pockets and facings) in three days at the start of my decline, and that was on top of doing some basic renovations at my parents house. Last month, an extremely simple t-shirt (front, back, two sleeves and a neckband) took me... a week? More? And there's so much more I want to make working through my stash. Pj's that aren't falling apart. A new raincoat and a new fall coat. A simple 1950s style dress in a wonderfully loud plaid that would just be so much fun.
But this morning I was trying to get my jersey to lie flat and nearly ended up crying (knits are the devil fabric. Curse them and their comfort and stretch). There are days where it feels like there is nothing this disease won't take from me.
But at the same time... even if a year ago I could have trimmed assembled and cut out a pattern in one day, at least today I got to trim the papers? And even if cutting out that jersey took more fabric that it strictly needed to, at least I'm one step closer to having some new, hole free pjs.
So, even as i grieve the many many things I lost, I try to hold to what I still can do. And also rail against the world for making things harder for fat people than they need to be. Because seriously, I'm having to learn to make my own patterns (and yes, they will fit better but that is not the point) because most patterns (and definitely none of the big commercial ones) come in anything close to my measurements. This makes me extremely annoyed.
But yeah, to sum up, disability, fatness, grief, and hope all make a very complex ball. And I wish it could be easier
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babyspacebatclone · 1 year ago
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And yarn!
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but
YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!
STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!
YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!
THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!
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francisforever2014 · 5 months ago
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how it feels knowing that loneliness is still time spent with the world
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steelbluehome · 2 months ago
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I feel like I need to reiterate this, Americans, we do not EVER turn anyone in for the reward money, because the reward money is a LIE!
There will be a reason they come up with for not giving it to you. Even Nancy, the snitch at McDonald's, who everyone in the world knows turned in Luigi Mangione, will not get a penny of the reward money. The reason she is getting is that she called 911 instead of the tip line.
But there are other reasons, like, the cops already had the info you gave them from "other sources". "Lots of other people" called in the same tip. The reward was "up to" the amount promised, so you're getting $1.50. You didn't do the proper paperwork before you gave the tip. And just about anything else you can think of.
They won't give any money out until the person is actually convicted, not just arrested. It could take years for a case to even get to court. If the suspect takes a plea deal, then did your info really lead to a "conviction"? Or by the time the suspect is convicted, suddenly the money is not there. Reward money? What reward money? It isn't like they have it sitting in a box waiting to hand it over to you after the conviction. No, after the conviction, now they need to try to find the amount they put up for the reward. And who's budget is that going to come out of? Who wants to put that money in your pocket instead of their own? Okay? Understand? Got it?
You never get the reward money!
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thedogeveryonehates · 1 year ago
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🦐A SINGLE MOM WHO WORKS TWO JOBS, WHO LOVES HER KIDS BUT NEVER STOPS🦐
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nyaa · 3 months ago
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fernsnailz · 2 months ago
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when people find details in my art that i didn't intend to mean anything but still find a way to connect it to the themes of the work or find meaning in it thus making the piece feel more whole because of both the creator and the viewer
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bloppxvblopp · 1 month ago
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Forgot to add lighting. And hands. I'm spiralling. Manga making is NOT for the weak.
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lillaray · 20 days ago
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Hotguy drawing based off a Hawkeye comic page!! L(‘▽‘)/
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memphisboomarts · 5 months ago
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Sorry for the lack of posting school has been kicking my ass
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datcravat · 4 months ago
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DANDADAN
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pangur-and-grim · 7 months ago
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this is a nothing photo, but Pangur in the corner has eyes so full of hate
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postmanlee514 · 3 months ago
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Spite did a favor for Lucanis
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I love Emmerich talks with Rookanis
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