#if i cant find anything i will knit her a wool hat

[milkweedman]

I think ive got a good idea for my next warm knit--wool legwarmers that go up to the thigh. I'd only be wearing them in my wheelchair so I'm hoping them staying up wont be an issue. I was initially thinking long underwear but I think I could eliminate most of the need for washing by just ... not doing a crotch ? Also idk how to knit a crotch anyway, and it's my legs that get horribly cold. I have quite a lot of pink laceweight millspun wool that I think should be enough. Very excited to get started on it... basically will just be a long tube with increases so it should be easy enough.

[miiilowo]

I. Im very curious about the pink haired enderman oc 👉👈 where are they from?? What do they doo?? This is a ramble as much as you want to ask :D

RUBBING MY LITTLE GREMLIN HANDS TOGETHER (also sorry about the late answer, my internet went out as i was writing this)

he’s for an smp im on! :D we decided that we wanted to do rp stuff for fun (hasnt really happened but some characters exist) and i decided to make an enderman character because i just. love them so much

the idea is that one of the smp members went to the end and made an enderman grinder. for whatever reason (havent figured out what the reason is yet) she decided that my funky little guy was special and decided to keep him. kind of like adopting them.

Afterward she made him king of the end because shes a human who thinks she has power over just about everything. for that reason i spent like 3 days building a castle on the server.  He does not take his role as a king seriously whatsoever, and never goes to the end. Why, you may be asking?

When you kill the ender dragon you get the achievement ‘free the end’, which doesnt Sound Like Endermen Had A Fun Time, so im just going to assume he has very bad memories associated with that place

since you mentioned it, his hair is not Actually pink, in fact, he’s bald, but he likes color a lot and so he made a wig (plus he wants to fit in with his mom and other people more) ((also my hair is just pink and he’s an adaptation of another persona i have but we can ignore that)). colors and flowers and stuff are something he enjoys because its a nice difference in comparison to the end which is mostly just . beige and black and purple sometimes 

He’s relatively good at english, and really loves writing and stories and books!!! i have a groovy lil library in my castle and a notebook/journal i track events of the smp in. im THIS CLOSE to copying the personal poems ive done into a bunch of books and selling them on the server for shits and giggles

My castle is one of the cooler builds on the server so new members stop by and stay there for a while before they head off on their own. so, i decided to turn that into him really wanting people to hang around, but they keep leaving and he gets kinda sad about that. id hate living in a big fucky castle and then peepo just stop by then exit after like 4 days. as a result he now has one crazed little clown friend who he is overly attached to despite her probably not being good for his mental health. theyre. working on that. though. i think. that character belongs to my friend loserchips, aka my best friend and the gal who drew my icon, which is also the enderboy!!!!!!

he has a big pile of gems in his throne room that he is absolutely Not willing to share because ive decided he loves shiny things. He also does have some enderman behavior that ive incorporated into how i play:

- cant go in water unless wearing full armor

- cant be in rain without a hat on at LEAST

- afraid of eye contact/doesnt look people in the eye

- climbs on shit and up the vines all over the castle. this scares people occasionally because hes already tall

- he isnt very good at teleporting and when he does he kind of zaps all over the place. due to chorus fruit i have ended up in countless ravines, creeper holes, roofs, tunnels, and houses against my will. it only worked out ONCE, where i was in a friends bakery, and she said to come upstairs. i ate a chorus fruit absentmindedly and teleported right in front of her. im counting this as him getting better at it

- i also am located in a savannah thats right next to a desert because it never rains there and he likes dry places for obvious reasons

- this was mildly inspired by endermen behavior. hes incredibly docile and friendly, but when he’s pushed a little too far he fucking snaps. the best example of this happening on the smp so far was when someone he was planning to live with forever left the castle, took some of his shit, then proceeded to fuck with him by showing him multiple double chests full of ender pearls. i then set fire to his house. (this character was also just genuinely scary and threatened him and killed him multiple times so i think that counts too. i now have his armor set)

theres a grave in my yard thats just a chest full of ender pearls people have given me because they think itd be funny. i am the main character i do not care

i put a little bit of Me into him, which means he loves to collect a bunch of items. anything he finds even a little cool he keeps. i have so many chests and theyre all so cluttered god help me

once bundles are added im absolutely going to have him carry around a sack of flowers that he gives to people

He has a really pretty royal outfit, and just casually wears it around the castle because he thinks he looks good in it

Also! he has three ‘sons’ which are just endermen i captured and put in boats. two of them i got before i had the enderman character idea. their names are ranboo and ran2. i think that is kind of funny

the third one is named hubert. hes bad at his job of guarding the villager cages

im very tempted to get him an enderman husband that sits in the bedroom or throne room. how the FUCK will i get him up there? i genuinely have no idea, but i know i wanna do it really bad

and some just. random stuff about him. ive been searching for a zombified hoglin named benjamin that i was introduced to on the first day of the server. I Know he exists. Hes in a sewer pipe behind spawn. im one of the few people who knows about his existence, and for the love of all that is holy i CANNOT FIND THE FUCKING HOGLIN and its driving me insane. if we translate this to my character, the only time hes left his castle in like a month is to find a hostile pig creature nobody knows exists and hes been rambling about it searching a swamp for days on end

also if he were living in this world and time, he’d listen to hyperpop and be put into a fucking trance by it because its just So Much on his little enderman brain. so much. i dont like hyperpop really but he Absolutely would

also!!!!!!!!!!! hes very good at knitting! very good! at knitting! the castle was super dull and gray so he decided to spice it up one day and now theres plants and flowers everywhere-alongside a giant carpet of his face. yes this actually exists. i have a rug of my skins face on the floor of one of my rooms. in this room is a bunch of wool and sewing stuff. i like to think he makes his own clothes.

something i forgot to mention is that hes somewhat wary of people, and doesnt like to kill mobs. The clown character i mentioned is a human, but she kind of died and came back to life (totems of undying you know) and as a result he likes her more because in a sense she is somewhat undead. just a cool little character bit i thought was neat :]

i feel like he wants to play an instrument but he cant because his hands are too clunky and big and long

but! anyway, thank you for letting me ramble about my beloved son!!!!!! im thinking of naming him finn, but i might just keep it as milo for simplicities sake. since thats my name. also i thought i should tell you that i had you in mind when i made the ‘if yall wanna talk to me’ post. very poggers

endermen are friend shaped and so is he i promise <3

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I Can’t Pull Everything Off, and That’s Okay

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I Can’t Pull Everything Off, and That’s Okay

A stylist friend once told me that all you have to do to pull something off is put it on. If you’re worried about donning a particularly bold item, she said – gigantic fabric earrings, a complicated Rianna + Nina offering, anything owned by Cher— and carrying it off with confident aplomb, all you have to do is wear it. Once it’s on your body, you are pulling it off.

This is a beautiful sentiment. I support any aphorism that encourages people to experiment with whatever entices them (even if that thing is not technically an item of clothing), but with my friend’s absolutist approach, I have to disagree. It fails to take into account several important factors, one of which is me — more specifically, me at the Tibetan Freedom Concert in 1998.

I was a high school junior at my first music festival. Not even the sight of grown men chugging whiskey at 10 a.m. could diminish my thrill of standing in line to enter what I believed was an important cultural event. Somewhat less thrilling was the unseasonably humid weather, which was quickly creating a heat vortex on the unshaded parking-lot-cum-concessions-promenade outside Robert F. Kennedy stadium, which, by noon, was hot as a frying pan and teeming with bodies.

Drew Barrymore (Photo by Mirek Towski/DMI/The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images)

As my friends and I pushed through the damp crowd, I caught sight of a row of small tables set up beside racks of crochet tops, sundresses and long flowy skirts. Behind each one sat a girl in her early 20s who looked like she inspired a folk ballad played on acoustic guitar (or shortly would). These were flower-tucked-behind-the-ear girls. Single-streak-of-Kool-Aid-red-hair girls. Vintage-camisoles-with-bra-straps-showing-and-floral-skirts-that-don’t-match-the-top-and-Doc-Martens girls. They were Drew Barrymore in Mad Love or Lisa Bonet in anything — the quintessential ’90s cool girl.

I was smitten. In the formative process of discovering what allegiances I held and what stuff I thought was bullshit, I’d recently pinpointed my target aesthetic as a combination of chic and bohemian. Unfortunately, as a kid in the suburbs in 1998, I had to attempt that vision using what I could find at the mall, which meant I rarely succeeded in looking anything other than “basic plus scarf.” To the Tibetan Freedom Concert, I wore boot-cut jeans, Steve Madden Chelsea-style boots and a black knit J. Crew shell. Yes, the outfit was boring, but the more pressing issue was that it was denim and wool and exceedingly hot.

As I stood in that sweltering stew of humanity, I gazed at the row of grunge muses. Unfazed by the cloying heat, they looked fresh and cool, as if they’d recently been unloaded from a meat locker. They also looked resoundingly themselves in a way I was desperate to emulate. Slowly, an idea floated to the mushy surface of my brain: Maybe all I had to do was to buy one of those long, crinkly floral dresses to become that girl. Maybe all that stood between me and my bohemian chic identity was one simple purchase.

Sweaty and possessed, I pushed past my friends, staggered toward the rack, pressed $20 into the hands of a girl with an inner wrist tattoo and barreled off to find the bathroom, new dress in hand. Alone in a stall, I peeled off my clothes, slipped the dress on and prepared for a transformation. Cool and nonbinding, it felt like wearing an April breeze, but I couldn’t put my finger on what felt so fundamentally wrong — that is, until I swung open the stall door and found myself face-to-face with a full-length mirror.

The eyes, shoulders, teeth and limbs I saw in the mirror all registered as my own, but taken as a whole, I was unrecognizable to myself. I would become acquainted with the concept of imposter syndrome a few years later, but I can confidently say that no needling insecurity has since suffused me with it as deeply as that $20 dress purchased in a sports arena parking lot. I had the sensation that I was wearing an ill-chosen costume, but as my other clothes were now a damp ball in my bag, I had no choice but to stick with the plan. I shuffled out of the bathroom. The dress even made me walk weird.

Lisa Bonet (Photo by The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images)

Back at my seat, my friends took one look at me and their eyebrows shot up into their respective hairlines. “That looks…” Sarah began, barely holding back laughter, before Adrienne interrupted, speaking generously through visible alarm: “It looks really comfortable.” Yes, physically, the dress was comfortable; emotionally, it felt like a hair shirt. You could say I wasn’t pulling it off.

But as I watched the lead singer of Luscious Jackson bounce around the stage with an orange flower behind her ear, a thought occurred to me: Maybe pulling a thing off has less to do with drumming up the confidence to wear it and more to do with feeling like it actually lets you be you in the first place. Maybe items that appeal at first blush don’t always work for the you that you are.

At RFK stadium that day, I learned I was not and probably never would be a freewheeling twentysomething bralessly selling sundresses and hemp backpacks in a parking lot, and no dress I could put on in a stadium bathroom could make that not be so. But if the realization of my non-Bonet-ness was a disappointing one, it also brought with it a ray of hope because it meant I did have a discrete identity, one that I could explore through — among other avenues — the continual trying on and taking off of things. At that moment, a genuine sense of self surged through me.

This is not a call to remain in the comfort zone. In fact, in the 20 years since it occurred to me, I’ve found it to be quite the opposite. Trying out new stuff gives you valuable data. As with sleeping with the wrong person, you can’t know that some clothes aren’t right for you until they’re actually on your body. You may learn that you hate showing your midriff but really love hats. That you think kitten heels are trash. That nothing has ever made you feel more invincible than a wide-leg jean. So whether it impedes your natural movement, makes you sit weird or just makes you feel unlike yourself in a way you can’t quite pinpoint, toss that peplum blouse/PVC trench/Parisian night suit aside in favor of something that actually does. Why bother trying to pull off anything else?

Feature photo by Ron Galella, Ltd./WireImage.