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sometiktoksarevalid · 7 months ago
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disableddyke · 10 months ago
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anxiousangerball · 1 year ago
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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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astriiformes · 3 months ago
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Really says something about the dire state of offerings for men interested in sewing their own clothes that even searching things like "interesting men's clothing patterns" brings up articles with links to four or five whole websites that primarily offer admittedly nice but practically identical patterns for making button-ups and work pants and maybe a varsity/bomber jacket if you're lucky.
(Branching out into historical costuming for everyday wear is like your one shot at variation, and even then, the ratio of men's to women's patterns on every website is frustrating to say the least.)
Patternmakers as a trans man I am begging you. Give me a little more to work with here.
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leafie-draws · 1 year ago
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I think the biggest downside to having animal ears and a tail would be trying to mask your discomfort in public like imagine trying to play it cool in customer service but your tail keeps bristling
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stevenrogered · 2 months ago
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im begging you to please read this excerpt from an interview of florence pugh and andrew garfield promoting we live in time you wont regret it lmao
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whilomm · 1 year ago
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happy almost extremely loud sound wednesday monday everyone!!!
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i cant believe its already almost extremely loud sound TO BE CONDUCTED AT AROUND 2:20 PM EST wednesday monday
edit: reblogs turned off bc YALL READ THE FUCKIN DATE
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tkingfisher · 6 months ago
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A general reminder—periodic cicadas pose no threat to anyone and their plant damage is limited to nipping off the ends of twigs. Please do not hose them with pesticide. They are slow and clumsy and confused and only want to make friends with other cicadas and eventually die of sexual exhaustion.
Yes, the screaming is a lot, but they’ve been extremely quiet neighbors for thirteen years, cut them some slack as they go through the most fraught time of their lives.
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prinnay · 3 months ago
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honkin donuts
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linanord · 10 months ago
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my beautiful wife Prev Tags is back. btw. she's in the meatball menu they put her in the meatballs.
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rememberwren · 7 days ago
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Thinking about how when you’re drunk—and I mean really drunk—you get it in your head to catcall men. They could use a little harassment. When you reach that point, your friends immediately know it’s time to cut you off, acting like the Secret Service as they usher you out of the bar and towards the Uber. But they couldn’t anticipate the group of men standing outside the bar swapping laughs and smoking.
Of course you pick the scariest one of the lot and:
“Hey!” you shout, half giggling. “Hey—you, in the mask!”
The man turns. You can’t see his mouth with the surgical mask in place but you can tell his eyebrows are raised. He’s fucking huge, towering over his counterparts (who are nothing to sniff at), thick and strong. His head cocks in silent question.
“Can I get your number?” you shout, licking your friend’s hand when she slaps it over your mouth. All your friends rush to brush the guy off, but he’s already ashing his cigarette under his boot, slipping his hands into his pocket, and crossing the street quietly.
He stays a healthy distance away, aware of how it looks: a man his size approaching a group of young, inebriated women. You think he’s come to harass you in return, or maybe just to mock you—either way you are stunned silent, mouth agape, eyes wide. He’s so much taller up this close.
“Got a pen?” he asks.
He only approaches then, shoulders hunched to make himself appear smaller and innocuous. He takes your hand in his own and writes his phone number on your forearm.
When you wake up hungover the next morning, his number is there on your arm along with a reminder that you hadn’t been able to see in the dim lighting of the parking lot: XXX-XXXX—S. Drink water.
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 7 months ago
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Life in an Autism World
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and-corn · 8 months ago
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shoutout to the "foolproof" bread recipe I fucked up entirely for inspiring this
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absterstuff · 8 months ago
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this is the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen jesus fucking christ
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batsyvie · 20 days ago
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