#have one or two

[two4joy]

Applying for practicums and I don't have any interviews yet and I am considering death or biting if someone doesn't employ me soon.

[incohorace]

what studying literature feels like

[jellyjamheadobb]

[blaithnne]

Live Mel reaction

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[nenoname]

hunting down a specific image but finding miscellaneous storyboards/some cut panels from the stan comic story instead

[datcravat]

DANDADAN

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[deskatt]

kids

[foxbirdy]

good morning dirtbag nation last night I cowboy camped up on a ridgeline tucked beneath hemlock saplings right alongside one of those big intermountain power lines that look like giant men walking across the mountain tops. the wires were so close that there was a constant crackling hum of electricity that almost disguised the sound of the rain pit-pattering on my tarp. when the water hit the cables it made hot blue flashes like little lightning birds on the wire, and you could almost track the sheets of wind in the darkness because of the ripples of light.

[zorangezest]

soundwave and bee, just some designs I made for fun!

[hansoeii]

the best person I know.

[taimanzano]

One of one. One, alone, one.

[mfshipbracket]

[creekfiend]

something that drives me insane on a relatively regular basis as a body jewelry understander is talking to people who have sensitive skin who are like "oh well I just can't wear any earrings without my ears getting inflamed" and I say "well what have you tried" and they say "well I've tried sterling silver and I've tried gold..." and it's like. ok. I don't know how gold and sterling somehow got spun by the jewelry industry as being especially good for sensitive skin but whenever I'm like "well have you tried implant grade titanium" they're always like "no....... but I've tried sterling silver... and it didn't work ..." like. I don't know how this narrative about sterling silver somehow got so strong but when they put pins in your fucking legs when you snap your leg in half are those pins made of sterling silver or are they made of implant grade titanium or surgical steel????????? HELLO. HI. YOU MIGHT BENEFIT FROM TRYING IMPLANT GRADE TITANIUM I AM JUST SAYING