#having a horrible time rn

[kazanskys-mitchell]

you’re saying i need to write my fic in order for it to be written ??? what the fuck

[chalkrub]

saw some mangy dog on the outskirts of town

[exercise-of-trust]

i don't generally bother posting the stuff i knit exactly from existing patterns but i finally wove in the ends on a couple frankensteined socks and figured i might as well throw them up here? they're very dumb but i'm fond of them.

for the first pair i made up a colorwork pattern for the feanorian heraldic symbol, and slapped it together with the pisqu sock structure and toe pattern, and a snippet of a mitten for the sole halves. the yarn is 100g of jamieson's of shetland that i got on the high street of fort william, as a treat after walking 100 miles from glasgow to get there, and i had... maybe 10 yards total left over? i had to cut off the long tail from my cast-on and use it to graft the toe closed on the last sock; it was nerve-wracking. if i did this pattern again, i'd probably put the toe motif in between the two heraldic lozenges, but the first time through i wasn't sure how the math would work out so i frontloaded them. ah well!

the second pair is the structure of an existing sock i've forgotten the name of (worked in the round from the tip of the heel to a hat-like shape with six sides; two opposite ones are grafted together to form the instep and the other sets of two open into the cuff and close into the toe), with the colorwork pattern from the gogink sweater yoke. i thiiiink you could do this with basically any colorwork sweater yoke, but i've only tried it with this one. if i did it again i'd add some short rows to the front side of the cuff; the construction sort of pulls it down so that the heel side of the cuff is higher than the front, and a couple short row rounds would probably level it back out. i like these because they neatly smash the cuff-down/toe-up binary and make everybody mad, and i am at all times an imp of the perverse.

[caluette]

itoshi brothers / “still”

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

if you struggle with mental health, one piece of advice i would genuinely give you is learn to knit.

or crochet: something repetitive to do with your hands, assuming you're capable of it. if you're like me and learnt to knit as a kid but let it lie fallow for a long time, it may be that starting a large, simple project (for me it was a cloak, but a blanket could work too) gets you back into it. or maybe doing something smaller, idk. i personally found socks really hard for a while because they felt smaller than my cloak but weren't getting Done quick enough for me. as i've sped up i find it more interesting to knit socks.

regardless, a repetitive task is great for emotional regulation (also see: autistic stimming), and something that you can look at and go hey i've done something, unlike simply using a fidget toy, can also help to pick your mood up when the brain is being cruel.

it's also useful as a conversation starter or distracter if you don't know what to talk about. if you're wanting to talk to older people also you're more likely to reel them in with knitting (i work better with older people, and 99% of people who ask what i'm knitting are older than me). it also gives you the opportunity to not make eye contact because you're busy knitting, even if you're still carrying on a conversation. if you're absolutely stuck for conversation you can count your stitches and people might stop bothering you.

if you have trouble focusing without doing something with your hands, you can knit! i knit a lot in church, and it helps me to focus on what's being said.

i probably have more reasons you should pick up knitting, but i can't recall them right now, so yeah.

[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about how odysseus who witnessed the horrors that the captured women went through (one of his main duties in the iliad was taking the women back home and making sure they were as comfortable as possible and safe because he was the only one trusted not to violate them further due to his devotion to penelope. And in the odyssey part of the reason circe sent him to the underworld was so that he'd have to listen to all these women's stories (before he could talk to the prophet) ). Who was one of the few that saw women as people and respected their space and opinions. And was then put in those exact same situations. I don't have the motivation right now to do a full literary analysis of this (I'll site the sources too) but oh man one day I'm going to write a full essay on this.

[iceclew]

Did I accidently write more than just a few lines of dialogue for this scene?... *shyly fumbling with fingers* 🥹👉👈 maybe...

Sorry, I suck at words and this isn't betaread nor properly proofread and I am not native english, I'm very sorry in advance...

full story down below

(Chappel Roan - Love me Anyway)

(Benson Boone - Slow it Down)

"VICE-CAPTAIN!!!!"

The tiny moving plush-like thing in his hand apparently started screaming as well now.

"WHY ALWAYS MEEE!?!?"

What looked like the chibi mini-version of the Defence Force's biggest trump card, struggled to hold on his thumb, kicking around those little feet of his.

"Well, now I'm quite curious abut THAT story..."

"I CAN'T TURN BACK AND I AM T I N Y !!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )"

"I see that... How'd you even get in here?"

Tiny #8 stopped fidgeting a bit. Instead two unproportionally big round dark eyes goggled at him. It was undeniably adorable to look at. "Well after THIS happened, I couldn't grab my phone on the table anymore, so I ran around to find someone, but I figured Narumi and Kikoru would very likely take advantage of my situation and do something stupid with me."

"Oh yeah, they definitely would and I get why, honestly."

"So I ran around to find you, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG THE 1st DIVISION IS, WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS, OK?! And then I saw the slightly opened window and just crawled in... ༼☯﹏☯༽"

"Wait... you know where my temporary place in the 1st Division is located? Why?"

"....Coincidence? (*ﾟｰﾟ) "

He sighed. "Well just when you think you saw everything...Kafka Hibino enters the stage..."

"SIR, WHAT SHOULD I DO?? WHY ARE THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPENING TO ME??"

"you really want me to answer that, bud?", he barely tried to hide the undertone of his voice, which left the small creature on the palm of his hand baffled for a second.

"Wha-? HEY, MEAN!! What are you on about!?"（＞д＜）

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know STOP CHANGING in general, like I told you f.ex.. or maybe stick to your training routine without going OVERBOARD on a regular basis? How 'bout that?"

The big dark round eyes got even bigger with every word spoken.

"Yeah, don't look at me like that, I might coincidently got wind of stuff, you know?"

His unexpectedly open and emotional response threw Kafka off. For a second he forgot about his *tiny* main problem, his mind jumped between confused and worried and he couldn't comprehend with his reaction for now. After some awkward seconds in silence, Hoshina's tone grew significantly calmer, but still sort of off to his usual self-assured expression. "Well at least this time you're actually telling me about stuff that bothers you, huh?"

Silence again. While hanging from the palm of his Vice-Captain's hand Kafka realized something (besides his size) was different. His senses grew more aware of his surroundings to find answers.

"Are... are you drunk, sir?"

Besides the slight scent of alcohol in the air, and the - well quite obvious - bottle of sake on the table, the startled twitch on his face confirmed Kafka's guess was right. Other than the sake the only other thing on the table were some snacks. Another odd thing to Kafka, who was used to see Hoshina's surroundings stuffed with documents, loose papers, books and other work related things.

The silence lingered around them uncomfortably. To Kafka's suprise Hoshina was seemingly struggling with words. A look on his face Kafka couldn't remember seeing before. Now his mind definitely jumped to 'worried'.

Hoshina tried to mimic an insulted face and looked away. "A little tippsy at most... I'm off-duty for tonight.." Besides the slightly blushed nose and cheeks, Kafka now noticed some dark circles under red eyes. "..and despite my gut telling me better, I assumed I probably won't be needed anymore today, and that I could hang loose a little. It's not my Division after all, there's another Captain and Vice-Captain in charge here. So I might as well make use of that chance... Should have known, it would end up that way or another.. " He smiled a bit and Kafkas felt like his heart clenching from the sight. "Although I definitely should have placed my bet on YOU to be the reason for that." He chuckled lightly, while his expressions grew somewhat softer.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Nah, it's fine. As if I didn't get used to your-"

"I never put much thought to it, but ever since the Defence Force started preparing for the big counter attack on #9 your workload must've at least doubled in the 3rd and 1st Division.. and here I am still taking over the rest of your time as well..."

"Don't like where this is going, officer... You're not starting pitying me, are ya?"

"No I-...I just feel like.. I didn't realize, and there for not appreciated your work enough.." Silence. "And also.." The tiny kaiju had his look glued to the floor in front of him for a while now. "I know you told me to brush it off earlier but,... I truly regret ... not telling you about... #8 n'stuff.. I'm sorry... I'd change that if I could.."

A small plushy-sized Kaiju was gently put back on the ground again. Hoshina scratched his nose for a second, before bending far back to the other side of the room. He grabbed for his smartphone that was burried in piles of carelessly pushed aside documents.

"As I said. You're here now, aren't ya?" When he got his phone he chose to stay laid down on the floor and started typing something on the lightened screen.

A tiny transformed Kafka carefully made his way around and walked up on eye-level with Hoshina's face again. Once again overwhelmed by his current state of being, he let himself fall back on the floor and sat on the ground. "So... what should I do?"

"The first thing WE do is trying to make some calls. But since you seem to be in no life-threatening condition, we might have to wait 'till tomorrow for a first medical examination. If that's the case you'll stay, and I get you down to the lab first thing in the morning."

"Wait!" The tiny Kaiju made a suprisingly far jump right up to Hoshina's chest and pressed the (for him very big) red hang-up button on the screen with both paws. "You're right about that, I won't die this second from being tiny, so we might as well wait for tomorrow."

The questioning look on the opposite's face made a tiny Kafka look away and scratch his neck shyly. "Well, since you're ... I dunno,... I feel like, I can't have you be seen d-dru- .. like this by other officials of the 1st Division, b-because of me..."

A finger poked his forehead, which caused a tiny being like him to fall right back landing on warm soft fabric of Hoshina's shirt.

"Idiot. But you might be right about that."

[xamaxenta]

@itsthefandommash aaaangel im so sorry this took me so long i was suckerpunched by the depression this past weekend and i was struggling with literally everything and all basic tasks and its been exhausting and disheartening but i enjoyed the small serotonins in drawing marcoace 🥺❤️ thank you for commissioning me and forcing me to draw two characters together it was rough i definitely need more practice but this is a start

[puppppppppy]

AND I MET THE CHANGE GOD TOO. OKAY. COOL OKAY

[secretly-a-trekkie]

lol i think it is kinda funny how often we take our favorite overworked little guy (gender neutral ) and just go oh yeah he (gender neutral) hasn't slept in a month and his blood is now coffee and redbull but said guy (gender neutral) is just functioning mostly normally but with no filter

[laufxsons]

'Not even Hell will stop the Wrath of a retired Angel'

My hc is that Hell decided to yoink themselves one (1) retired demon to extract information or enact whatever revenge they seem fit for the whole bathtub debacle. What they hadn't account for was that a certain Angel, who is know to be quite territorial about the things he loves, would do anything to find their husband after weeks of missed calls.

Well, once he does which might have included summoning and trapping a very frightened and confused demon and pressing them very politely for information (after Heaven was useless as always), he comes up with a plan.

One might say Aziraphale was quite disgruntled, positively seething, maybe even willing to give smiting a try after finding out demons had abducted their partner.

So, filled with the wrath of God and being judt enough of a bastard to be worth knowing he decided the best course of actions is, of course, passive agressive diplomacy. I mean the demons don't know that he isn't actually immune to Hellfire and noone would be stupid enough to try the main entrance, so noone would actually expect an Angel to just waltz into the place like they own it.

Those demons certainly aren't immune to an Angel's Divine Intervention (of the lethal variety) and Aziraphale be damned if he didn't at least try and get their partner out of this in the most idiotically genius way.

[rapidhighway]

avoidance is my fucking doom man, i know i should go to class but i fucking cant get myself to

[lordystrange]

You can dislike Noah if that’s how you feel (i feel that too).

But if you’re wishing he’d be gone instead of wishing he’d learn and grow, you’re not any better than him.

I saw someone here, a byler writer I really love, say ”I need that vile man gone for good.” And I’ve seen many even worse things.

And I know most of you would actually prefer for him to educate himself and learn and grow and be better.

But you still say horrible stuff like that. And I get it. You’re scared, hurt, angry, sad, tired, frustrated… many different negative feelings.

But he is too. He’s been for a long time. Living under a lot of stress for a long time changes people.

Do I think he deserves your sympathy? That’s up to you.

Do I think you should stop openly wishing for his death? Yes. And pls take a long look in the mirror too.

[pepis-benis]

happy new (wip) year (wednesday)

swanqueen season six au (we getting these girlies some fucking therapy and a joint)

“I- um… it’s to help me, uh, sleep,” she offered, stumbling over her words but making no move in an attempt to put out the burning joint or hide it in any way; it was too late for that. She expected a sharp remark about the so-called sheriff doing drugs, how she was supposed to be a role model. But there came no reprimand, no reminder of their son sleeping inside, no words at all. Regina simply joined Emma, leaning against the porch railing beside her and staring off into the storm brewing over the bay. As the silence between them settled, Emma brought the joint back to her mouth, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly and carefully; there was no way she was letting weed smoke blow over Regina Mills. Regina said nothing, made no acknowledgment of Emma at all.

So they stood there, watching the storm’s slow advance. The air was thick, moisture hanging heavy in the motionless night. Emma kept smoking; Regina kept standing there. It was kind of nice. The anxiety Emma had been experiencing around Regina abated, a calmness overtaking her mind. Her knees felt tingly, and her elbows did, too. She dared to break their unspoken agreement to not look at each other to find that Regina was beautiful. She knew that already, but it hit her suddenly just how beautiful she really was. Her hair had gotten longer, feathering out around her shoulders. Her face was more angular, sharper than it had been, but the softness Emma had missed was still present in her eyes, a gaze reserved for Henry, small children, and animals. And Emma. Regina had started affording her that look before everything went to Hell. Fuck, she had missed it.

“What’s so funny?” It took Emma a second to process that Regina had spoken. She blanched when she realized she’d been caught staring.

“What? Nothing,” she stammered, bringing the joint back to her mouth. She really needed to put it out, go inside and get some actual sleep, but she couldn’t be the one who broke this moment, not when Regina was standing there all beautiful, looking at her with her special eyes and an eyebrow cocked in amusement.

“Please, you’ve been side-eyeing me and grinning like an idiot for five minutes,” Regina challenged, turning to face her. A slight breeze cut off the storm through the warm night just to torment Emma by mussing dark hair across an expectant face. Her hand was up before she had command of it, shaky fingers tucking errant strands of hair behind Regina’s ear. The pads of her fingers brushed lightly against Regina’s cheek, perhaps a bit more than she had meant, but she was rewarded with a little intake of breath, then a smile. It was a small, broken smile, one that had weathered raging seas and uncounted battles, fallen to pieces but saved to be fit back together. It found hold deep in Emma’s chest, catching and pulling at something that had long been buried, pushing her heart up into her throat.

“I just missed you,” Emma finally blurted. Shame took over as the words passed her lips. She had missed Regina, but it was her own fault, unable to face the other woman until their son intervened. The amusement didn’t leave Regina’s face, the soft little smile broadening.

“You’re baked,” Regina accused. Emma spluttered.

“What? I can’t just miss you, I have to be baked to miss you? Also, who says baked anymore?”

“I say it when you’re obviously baked,” Regina shot back. “Does it really help you sleep?”

“Why, your majesty,” Emma drawled. “Surely you’re not interested in trying an illegal substance.” She grinned, feeling the giddiness and stupidity flood her in a way it hadn’t in months. Regina rolled her eyes, and it was like a lighthouse had been lit. Emma’s chest was burning hot, something she couldn’t name tickling the back of her throat, begging to come to light, to be named. She swallowed it down in favor of basking in Regina’s indignation.

“Medical cannabis has been legal in Maine since 1999,” Regina informed her. Then her head tilted, dark eyes peering into Emma’s being. “This is medicinal, right, Sheriff?”

“Of course, Madam Mayor,” Emma returned the honorific, bringing the joint back to her lips with a grin. Regina shook her head, turning back to gaze at the storm. But the smile stayed on her face, growing ever so slightly. Emma couldn’t stop smiling.

[aroace-poly-show]

sadness!siffrin thing :3

[howdoyousleep3]

never in my life have i wanted a Daddy more than i do rn 😭