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[restlesshush]

Something really special about yarn crafts that I haven’t really seen people talk about is the significance that can come from using the same yarn in multiple projects – like I have a hexagon quilt that shares yarn with the blanket I made my friend for her eighteenth birthday, and the toy I made for a family friend’s new grandchild, and cat I made a different friend, etc. I was making a bag for a friend today while making a jumper made partially out of the same yarn. And after I’ve given her that bag I’m never going to wear that jumper and not think about it. You can wear or wrap yourself up in a physical embodiment of ways you’ve touched others’ lives, however small.

[justarandombrit]

A teacher during sex ed in primary: Well, you may not like it now, but someday all the boys in this room will fall in love with a girl, and someday all the girls in this room will fall in love with a boy.

Me:

[feelo-fick]

...i promise i take him seriously i just keep finding shitposts that fit soooo well... i have folder with just shitposts that fit ominously well with him that i keep wanting to draw and then i never get to them HAHAHA

[dailynakaharachuuya]

Skktober day 23: Clingy

[the-doctor-dances]

jack’s type in men can really be summed up by

doomed by the narrative

doesn’t want to admit their attraction to men

looks good in a suit

[unlikelysaintdelele]

I always forget this when I’m writing but…

drafts are supposed to be ugly. they shouldn’t look like a proper story until you’ve finalized everything. whether that be sketched out comic strips or a jumble of sentences that just get to the point of what you want to happen in the story.

Don’t be discouraged. keep going for as long as you can take it. no one else can tell your stories like you.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[z00lea]

i enjoy that idea of the two sharing godhood

[moodyvoid]

I just feel like Shigaraki would be really talented with a nerf gun.

Kurogiri: “Tomura, remember our talk about leaving lights on in rooms we aren’t in?”

Shigaraki, putting down his Nintendo Switch, picking up a nerf gun and aiming it at the light switch in the kitchen, hitting it perfectly and turning off the light— immediately going back to his game.

Kurogiri: “… Honestly, that was impressive.”

[dramat-ique]

Bart’s high speed chatter is basically white noise at this point. Timmy’s in for the best sleep of his life.

[fantasykiri5]

The first of my three pieces for the @hermitshippingbigbang !!!

A model sheet more Mr. Jim jams!!

This has been such a blast, and you should totally go read the FIC this piece accompanies and check out the other artist’s works as well!!!

// piece one (you are here!) // piece two // piece three //

[faux-mance]

wow geno how come your mom lets you have two hooded boyfriends

geno by loverofpiggies

murder by ask-dusttale

reaper by renrink

[minecraftbookshelf]

A comic by @iliveonmylaptop (posted with their permission) based off of this art by catanutella. (The original artist has sadly since deactivated their tumblr)

Featuring The Ocean Queen and her Very Small Husband who just wanted to take a nap.

[lotussart]

What's your lambs pronouns?

i thought everyone's lambs used they them pronouns am i wrong

[avephelis]

still no idea why he has hair but i'm coming around i kind of vibe with it