#they can borrow one of mine

[beatriceportinari]

Another year, another outfit to die in! Happy birthday again Izuna!!!!!!

Like last year, I played with someone else's lines for these charming patterns, thank you so much Lena @elhnrt ! I had a ton of fun :D

Check the readmore for pattern references and explanations, there are some easter eggs in there :)

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My goal for this piece, in addition to playing with patterns and textures and adding some Naruto references, was to add as many death flags as possible.

The idea of having Izuna in a fireman's coat is obviously not from me. I've always like the idea of Uchihas in fire resistant clothes, and the opportunity for a thick texture alongside a reversible double pattern is very appealing. I used the image of the second reference as a base, with skulls on one side and stylized lightning patterns on the other (visible inside the sleeves and collar). Both were common immagery of firemen coats.

The actual skull pattern is taken from the third reference. I'd seen this one before and before even learning anything abt it it was too beautiful to pass up. Those white and navy gradients are absolutely delightful and I enjoyed using my gel pens for them very much.... This particular type of imagery with skulls and bones in a field is called Nozarashi, inspired by Buddhist representation of death and transience.

The lightning pattern itself is a reference to water and lightning dragons :) Like Tobirama's iconic jutsu, it's one of the hints of what's abt to happen to our little guy. The scabbard is also decorated with dragon motifs for the same reason.

The background pattern is taken from the first reference, another fireman's coat with an illustration of Raijin, the thunder god. He is often representated with drums decorated with tomoes. It works nicely as a standard looking sharingan illustration, with a reference to Tobirama's hiraishingiris with the thunder imagery, like the thunder patterns inside the coat.

If you're interested in this I recommend the book linked in the second reference! It is entirely about skeleton motifs in japanese clothing of the early 20th century.

[r0semultiverse]

Rose Lalonde in Breaking Bad sprites

Gas mask sprite by @kalza. Hoodie base sprite by nerdferd. Credit me & the other folks mentioned here if you use these for anything.

The hazmat suit by itself if you want to use credit me & nerdferd.

[great-tusk]

I need her so that she and Turtwig can sit on my shelf and I can come over and give her a little kiss on the top of her head when I’m too stressed to sleep.

[titsthedamnseason]

my two friends from work are going to start reading throne of glass and i’m going to reread it at the same time and we are going to talk about it on lunch break IM SO EXCITED

[snabie]

Sometimes it feels a little bit like I‘m sharing my place with a grumpy teenager

[frost0wl]

the only annoying part in being in my movie-era is that movies usually take longer than tv episodes & are not as easy just watch on a random night. But the only series I have going on rn is Gilmore girls & honestly I'm so fed up with Rory and all her boyfriends idk if I can do this anymore. But I also don't want to commit to any other tv show

[riarnu]

guess who worked all weekend again lol

[starrysharks]

tfw koRn's gonna be playing in london this summer but i have to be financially conscious so i can't go,,,,,

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

So okay I don't know if this is like...a cool thing to do or not, but there's a fic I claimed from the 2022 kink meme list (I couldn't resist, in large part because Tales From Jianghu Shopping Center was listed by the prompter as one of their inspirations for the prompt) that I'm not sure when I'll actually finish writing but I have started it and I'd like to at least acknowledge that I'm doing it even if the prompter won't see this. But the prompt is something along the lines of anything highly specific and niche (like my strip mall AU lol), and I actually happen to have a growing little stockpile of very very niche knowledge about my chosen professional field, which is ceramics! I specialize in wheel-throwing (though I'm also a...passable hand at plaster mold-making/slip casting and handbuilding, I just don't enjoy them nearly as much) so I've started a little something from Lan Wangji's point of view that's a love letter to throwing ♥

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As is tradition, Lan Wangji works in porcelain.

The Lan family have been respected masters of porcelain for centuries, generations stretching back, back, back nearly to the beginning of the imperial kiln production in Jingdezhen. They once produced the enormous pots that adorned emperors’ palaces – there are (very distant) cousins of his in Jingdezhen who still do so for wealthy patrons.

It’s easy to forget such a background when he enters his personal studio on the other side of the world and flicks on the lights to begin the day’s routines. It’s precisely what he wants – a quiet life like this, simple and unassuming, is much more suited to his desire than the weight of tradition that could otherwise press him and his work down into something he would never want to be.

Not that he deviates very far from tradition anyway, but it’s the principle of the thing. Lan Wangji takes quiet pleasure in simplicity, in function that is beautiful in its hard-won mastery. There are very few non-traditional ways to accomplish this that he’s interested in, but he likes having the option should he want to take it. 

Lan Wangji had learned to throw at his uncle’s knee as soon as it was possible to do so. He has continued to do so since childhood with a single-mindedness that once surprised even his uncle. All he’d ever wanted to do was to sit at the wheel for hours and hours on end, only pausing to warm the water in his bowl with a fresh influx from the kettle and to transfer full wareboards (once he was strong enough) to the drying racks in the corner of his uncle’s studio.

Lan Wangji has always struggled to find the words to convey how integral the motion of the wheel and the smooth slip of clay through his finger and against his palms is to feeling like he fits into his skin properly, but his family seems to understand just the same.

Yesterday, as the sun was westering, Lan Wangji had weighed up a few bags of fresh porcelain. The lumps are waiting for him now, tumbled together under their protective sheets of plastic, ready to be molded and shaped by hands and hypnotic motion. There’s enough of a chill in the studio this time of year that there isn’t any condensation on the plastic when he lifts it, so he folds it away neatly and settles into the easy rhythm of wedging his clay to prepare it for the wheel.

There is, in the middle of the studio, a sturdy butcher’s block workbench. He built it himself right there in the studio, the first piece of furniture that had filled the space even before he’d purchased his Shimpo wheel. It’s very likely too heavy to lift – it’s certainly too big to ever get through the door – but he has no intention of ever leaving this studio to begin another, so it suits his purposes just fine.

Wedging the clay on this sturdy, hip-height table is nearly as meditative a process as all the rest of it. A bit more of a workout than sitting at the wheel, but it’s a good way to warm up in the morning, his muscles well accustomed to the push-turn-push-turn-push-turn of spiral wedging that it’s gone beyond second nature, it simply is. His mind wanders pleasantly as he watches the misshapen lumps of pure porcelain become smooth and rounded beneath his palms. Perhaps he’ll spend the day on bowls. They’re quick and simple, suited to his mood today, and he’ll have plenty of them done by lunch when he already knows his typical solitary routine will be interrupted (and can therefore plan for it so far in advance). 

The sun is up properly by the time Lan Wangji finishes his wedging, and once he’s transferred the first batch of prepared clay to the wheel he pauses to stand in the open doorway and look out over the garden that sits between his studio and his home. The grass and the flowers are glittering fresh and dewy in the sunlight as he rolls his shoulders, stretches out his back in preparation to be seated for long hours.

When he returns, the wheel welcomes him, familiar and comforting. He fills an old bird seed bucket with warm water from the tap and arranges the small mirror at the back of the wheel’s tray to the perfect angle to watch his own hands before he settles in and takes a deep breath, sleeves rolled up and apron cinched comfortably tight around his waist as an unnecessary reminder to keep his back as straight as he can while he works.

The first ball of porcelain hits the perfect bullseye of the wheelhead and Lan Wangji leans in to begin centering, the porcelain buttery soft where it runs under his hands. Porcelain, he knows, is notorious for being difficult to work with, particularly for beginners. This far into his career, it’s simply polite and responsive to each confident press of his palms. He cones it first, hands curled around it to coax it in and up; presses it down again with the flat of his hand, every movement focused on the centerpoint of the wheel gliding silently through magnet-powered rotations. 

Up. 

Down again. 

Up.

Down.

Push.

Press.

Lan Wangji loves every part of the throwing process for what it is, but if he were to have to choose only one, this would be his favorite: the moment he can feel the clay running smoothly, perfectly centered the whole way through and ready to become whatever he will tell it to be, the possibilities – for this moment – endless.

[cinniemon]

he's letting me borrow his book im going to marry him

[iightwoodbane]

i'm actually so glad i used this account as a journal when i first moved to germany cuz 1) it's fascinating to relive those horrible moments and 2) most of my fears were completely unfounded lmao

[plexiglasscoffin]

Honestly after going from never having lived alone (family then roommates then boyfriend) to living alone in my own apartment, I don't think I'll ever go back. This just rocks too much.

[lacomandante]

I bought a coat that looks so close to Teresa’s from Rifles and Eagle and you bet your ASS i’m modifying it to look EXACTLY like it and taking it to my trip to Spain. Yes I’ve been making her actual coat but for now this’ll do...

[a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist]

𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑇𝑟𝑦 𝑇𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐽𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠

𝐼'𝑚 𝐴𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝐶𝑟𝑦

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐴 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝐼𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑈𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦, "

𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑚

"𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐴 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐴𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑁𝑜 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 ���𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟."

@inthepines-inthepines

[barrymccaulkinem]

i want to have a bass guitar again. but a halfway decent one this time

[sleepyagent]

Fuck, only imagining kissing you still makes my heart jump a bit🤡