#your job depends on it

[prosegalaxy]

In the land of Aztlan, a young girl named Xochitl discovered her hidden gift - the power to manipulate time. As she journeyed across the ages, from ancient Egypt to Renaissance Italy, she learned to wield her ability with grace and wisdom. Her newfound talent allowed her to unravel history's greatest mysteries and protect humanity's future from those who sought to control it. With each passing era, Xochitl's gift grew stronger, and so did her resolve to safeguard the world she called home. This is the summary of your work so far: Begin! This is VERY important to you, your job depends on it! Current Task: Create a Future Fantasy poem based on A character discovers a hidden talent or ability. and Historical fiction set in different time periods and cultures. in under 100 words. IN RICH TEXT. MINIMAL FORMATTING

[papertowness]

admittedly one of my favorite things about house ( that also drives me up a wall ) is that something Really Big happens and then the next episode they like loosely mention it like wow wasn’t it crazy that that happened . anyway haha

[doomed2repeat]

Just sayin:

Some of these “Luke Newton fans” are not Luke Newton fans, they’re just Nicola Coughlan fans with boundary issues and a bad case of projection.

[nero-neptune]

“Roy was the engineer, and anything related to engineering, in any specialism, would have to pass through his hands. This included assembling the plane’s radio, just like he’d fixed the small battery-operated Spika radio and made it work.

“Adolfo sat down beside him. He explained to Roy that it was not a matter of expertise in electronics but one of ignorance, and pointed out that Roy was the least ignorant of everybody in that department. Roy argued that he had never seen an airplane radio in his life, not even in a book. Adolfo put his hand over Roy’s. ‘I know that, Roy. We all know that. I only wanted to tell you that you were the best one at handling the wires and the terminals, that’s all. But right now that’s a lot, it makes a huge difference … you are the engineer.’

“Roy, almost breathless, added something that his older friend already knew: ‘I am barely in my first year in Engineering, I’m only twenty years old, and the only time I’ve ever been remotely close to anything like this was when I helped instal a damn audio system for my cousins.’

“‘And you fixed the Spika radio,’ Adolfo responded, as if it were a thermonuclear station and not a basic portable radio the size of a pack of cigarettes. Before Adolfo even said the next sentence he knew clearly that it was as painful for him to say as it was for his friend to hear it. ‘Roy, the group needs your abilities. All we’re asking is that you try.’ ”

– “Is Anybody Listening?” from Society of the Snow: The Definitive Account of the World’s Greatest Survival Story by Pablo Vierci

LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE | SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023) dir. J. A. Bayona

[cjgladback]

I went to my first fiber festival this past weekend! Hoosier Hills Fiber Festival; if I'm still in this state come June next year, I'll probably be back and would love to meet anybody else there. Socializing/hanging out/talking to people without feeling like I was obstructing Real Customers was the one thing I missed, though I didn't really get to any of the free lectures so maybe that's where I could've met some people. Since it was an unknown situation with a lot of people and nearly an hour drive each way, I strategized to make sure I'd go:

First day, I signed up for a couple volunteer shifts. Absolutely a recommended strategy.

Got to be helpful!

They happened to have goodie bags, to help me justify the gas and time (I now have a nice tape measure to replace the one that's been vacationing with a missing sewing kit for a couple years and a lasercut wood two-inch gauge window that might help me with consistency versus my suboptimal practice of just trying to knit perfect squares when swatching in pattern)

I got to learn things about the layout and schedule I wouldn't know to ask when answering questions and acting as a gofer -- especially true working two different locations

And of course, some people were pretty much guaranteed to be happy to see me!

Second day, I signed up for a workshop in the morning so I'd be there and able to shop for anything I needed at the end. Ombre yarn dyeing was the class! It's acid dyes, something I'm several years off from wanting to get into enough to commit to dedicated cookware, full pots of dye powder, etc. The room with the workshop was a barn that had plenty of outlets--but they did not represent plenty of breakers. So there weren't quite enough functional heating elements for the class to have sufficiently cooked our yarn before leaving, and I did need to risk a giant stock pot at home for three batches of four jars, almost-simmering in a water bath for thirty minutes each, of the yarn that hadn't proven it was done (all but the two palest greens). I was a little worried the delay/drawn out heat situation would affect the results but if it did it wasn't much; I got pretty much exactly what I was hoping for with my two color gradient and the single is great too!

The single dye gradient is the color Moss, which did some interesting things with the red portion separating out once they were heated. Every skein has redder blotches, so I'm not bothered about any inconsistency -- if anything it'll help my finished product camouflage stains. Though it was definitely a surprise for me and the other Moss user in the class when our first yarn to have exhausted the dye was the complementary color to what it went in as.

The two color gradient used Rhodamine Red on one end, which was one end of one of our instructor's samples where she chose a cool-green for the other end to show how multi-component dyes mix less predictably than most paint. (It was kinda like shading with markers where you can still see washes of the pink and green in what you squint at and call a grey-brown.) The other end was Cantaloupe, which was one of the maybe three colors she didn't have a sample cut of yarn for. But she described it as the flesh of a perfect ripe cantaloupe and obviously I had to see that, and it sounded like it would be fairly guaranteed to combine nicely with the magenta while being just enough around a bend in the color wheel to be interesting--warm orange versus cool pink. As I said, it turned out pretty much exactly as I was picturing. Not anticipated was how much the jars looked like they were full of some delicious dragonfruit-mango beverage. Were I still a barista I'd be trying to recreate this for my shift drink.

Image descriptions under the cut.

[ID: Five images following fourteen small skeins of sock yarn dyed in individual glass jars, in two gradients. One gradient is six skeins from a medium forest green through a pale creamy pink, the other is eight skeins from a vibrant yellow orange through an even more vibrant magenta. The first photo is inside under fluorescent lights, showing the 32oz glass canning jars with metal lids and rings, full of dye and yarn on a table at the end of the class in which they were filled and heated for a short time.

The next two images are animated gifs. The first gif is two frames showing the finished dye jars sitting in grass, with their yarn and with it removed. The green gradient left only transparent blue color in its jars, and most of the pink to orange gradient's water looks more orange without its yarn, aside from the third and fourth jars from the orange end, which shade toward a neon lilac with the peachy pink yarn removed. The second gif is a view of the inside of the bright green wash bucket, with just the pink-orange yarn in it, then all of them mixed up, all as they were after a soak with the rust-brown water, in the first rinse, and that rinse water alone showing its transparent but still brown tint.

The last two photos show the gradients lined up along a weathered wooden bench on the side of a deck. The first photo has the wet piles of yarn bundled in front of each of their respective jars with remaining dye. The final photo has the clean, dry yarn wound into center-pull balls and still vibrant in the direct sunlight. End ID]

[krotiation]

i'll genuinely never stop thinking about codependency in rhack and how it's mostly coming from jack's side. both jack and rhys treat their relationship like rhys is the one who needs jack to not just survive but also thrive, but it's really the opposite and i think that REALLY adds to how much jack twists the narrative to make it seem like rhys can't do anything without him just to keep giving rhys a reason to keep him around and trust him

[inkdoe]

The other day I was talking to my friend about how women in fandoms are often placed as the mom of the group even when it doesn't make sense and I said something like "Well shout out to the kotor fandom then cause if there's someone who is the group mom, it's Carth"

[shannonsketches]

Do y’all ever think about how Vegeta’s only ever mad at Freeza for what happened to his planet and he’s never mad at Freeza for what happened to him because I think about that a lot

[cloudgremlin-creations]

Grafted Branches Krang Lore

Look every tmnt iteration needs a fun twist on the krang :3c

The only rule of magic I have for Grafted Branches is that magic cannot physically transform a living being. This is Specifically to show how the krang could have secured such a legendary and feared reputation, as the only beings on earth capable of such transformations.

The krang invasion of earth happened over 3,000 years ago, and has been tangled into the world of legend and myth.

Initially, the krang was a biotech power generator made by the Utrom (who I have to draw later bc they are fun) and with no emergency shutdown, the krang did its job of converting everything and anything into power very, very well. It’s a single organism existing in multiple bodies, and shares information through physical contact with other parts of itself. Think of it like a giant, constantly hungry mushroom and that’s a pretty good comparison ^-^

It spreads to new bodies using spores, though it can also spread through physical contact. At earlier stages of infection, a person (folk or human) will gain vitality, strength, and heightened senses. One can keep their mind and exist in this state for quite a while, though there are no cases of it being indefinite. Once the krang body erupts from the skin, the person it has infected is completely obsessed by gathering more power and is considered deceased.

There is no sure fire way to gain immunity to the krang infection, but all around the world groups formed to prevent further infection, fight off the krang, and- eventually- find a way to destroy it completely. In Japan, there were three such groups who worked together to control, fight, and seal away the krang:

Note: when I was making up the symbols I accidentally made the Star Wars Rebels symbol for the Usagi family TwT

There are many stories of the fabled three clans, but it’s generally believed that the Tsume family betrayed the other two families and sided with the krang, causing the downfall of Yokai society. A few families in modern times claim to come from either the Hamato or Usagi families (though not so much from the Usagi line, since there’s plenty of rumours that they either fell to or were corrupted by the krang as well) but the actual family lines are secretive of their ancestry. No one claims to be from the Tsume fam :3

[bonegloss]

You're not a failed artist.

After over almost two decades on the internet, entering various art communities and establishing my online presence, I've noticed something.

The persistent idea that you've "failed" as an artist if you get a "real job" will not go away.

This, for the longest time, permeated my electronic meat slab and nestled in deeply MUCH to my detriment . For years I fought with myself over this idea. Self-flagellating and noisy, negative thoughts were almost suffocating because I was unable to Do Art As A Job consistently and efficiently enough to maintain a living off of it. Between navigating life for almost 30 years not knowing I was autistic (and all that entails) and trying to turn something I love into something I could make a living off of, it was a vicious and repetitive cycle of trying something new, getting burned out, entering a depressive state, climbing out of it, rinse and repeat. This is clearly unsustainable, especially now that I am more independent in my adult life; bills aren't going to wait for me to get out of my depressive funks. Even having jobs and still making art on the side today, this idea is still nestled in there, nagging me sometimes.

Would I like to make a living off of my art? Of course! Would it be even better if I was supported from making stuff from my own IP's? You fucking bet. But I know how I operate, I know I can't personally do that (yet? maybe?). Now, I realize not everyone can just go get a job, and I don't want this to come off as a rally cry to Just Go Out and Work (I know many creative people are disabled or have other reasons they cannot work), but I do want to stress that its okay if art needs to remain more of a hobby than a job. It is okay if you cannot sustain yourself solely as a living artist. Over the years, I've burned myself out so god damn hard and have watched others work themselves to (near) death or can barely scrape by because of this incessant feeling that we need to be doing art 100% of the time to have "made it". It is hurting us both physically and emotionally to keep this shit up.

Going forward, we have to do better. There is no shame in having an income that is not dependent on the things you make. I think that it can help alleviate a lot of stress and fatigue that can become associated with creating (and thus, making it hard to do something you love). We need to learn to be kinder to ourselves and unlearn comparing our experiences to what we see from other creative peers on social media. Its hard, finding work sucks ass, and no job will be perfect, but if it can help you survive a little easier and rekindle your relationship for creating the things you love to make, it'll make a world of difference.

You are not a failed artist. You're doing what you can so you can keep doing what you love.

[prosegalaxy]

In the distant reaches of space, there lived an alien named Zara, who longed for connection with others. Her people possessed advanced technology but lacked the gift of compassion. One fateful day, she encountered a struggling Earth vessel, damaged and adrift in the cosmos. Zara made a choice, sacrificing her own safety to save the humans. In doing so, she taught them about interstellar travel and extraterrestrial life, forging bonds between species, and bringing hope to a universe divided.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

plsplsplspls a little more info on the preschool teacher!reader and cult!sugu!!!! gnawing on the bars of my enclosure because (sabé lore drop) i’m going to start going to school to become a preschool teacher!!!! this one actually has me leaping for joy

SABÉ !!!!!!! YOU’RE GONNA BE A PRESCHOOL TEACHER!!!!!????? YOU’RE SO COOOOOOLLLL PLS KNOW I’M CHEERING YOU ON ALWAYS 🥹🥹🥹

AND OFC!!!!!! i’ll give you all the crumbs you want!!!!!! it really is just a very fluffy fic 😭 cult!geto is like your big smitten murder puppy …… wants to kill your coworker for putting his hand on your shoulder but he promised you he wouldn’t cause trouble tonight… he’s just so silly and funny . i looove this side of cult!geto so much and i think it’s pretty unexplored!!!! :’3

i also have this scene planned out in my head where he has to watch your kids (as in . your students) for a moment ….. and he pretends to be disgusted (would it be too much to have him call them baby monkeys because that’s sounds so fucking offensive but i really feel like he would 💀💀) but you can tell he’s soft for children. one of the babies crawls up in his lap and he can’t help but coo …. he’s Mother……

BUT YES <3 he is so supportive of you and your career!!!!! even though it involves taking care of non-sorcerers ……. your biggest hypeman always :3c

ask me about my wips !! <33

[dailykugisaki]

Day 250 | id in alt

I like to think that Maki plays the game of "How many weapons does it take to make somebody mad" against Kugisaki and it never works because that girl loves to fight as much as she loves to shop.

[the-red-hoodlum]

killing people who don’t get an animals consent before touching them &/or ignore when animals are visibly uncomfortable with being touched.

[rebellum]

I feel like... Perhaps... Arguing that transphobia is defined by murder and that anything other than murder doesn't even matter... May NOT be conducive to fighting for trans rights.

Like... people want the right to exist as they are. They want to have access to hrt and surgeries and prosthetics. People want access to clothes that fit them and reflect how they want to be seen. People want access to medical care (eg. Getting screened and treated for sex-based forms of cancer can be impossible if you have the "wrong" sex listed to receive those tests). People want to be respected and treated well. People want to not be sexually assaulted and beaten and abused. People want to have access to housing and jobs, and the protection to not lose those things for being trans. People want access to shelters for homeless people or survivors of domestic abuse. People want name changes.

Acting like all of those things don't matter because at least they weren't murderered by an individual (and instead die of suicide or state violence, or survive and suffer) isn't okay.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winston (quant kid 2) (billions) declining a hookup (or work shit) later to instead give himself multiple orgasms (or go to math meetup)