My Myriad Musings

queeranarchism:

lv1rose:

queeranarchism:

A thing I love to do is telling prepper dudes that one of my disaster readiness skills is making stuffed animals. They never get it. Like, my dude, when things get very bad and we’re all sharing overcrowded shelters, you’re gonna want the power to comfort children. Trust me.

You know what, I got a whole bunch of fabric / old clothes at home and no idea what to do with it. I might just learn how to do this too

Then you might be interested in a database with hundreds of free plushie sewing patterns of just about any animal, as well as dinosaurs, pokemon, etc:
https://craftresource.fandom.com/wiki/Plushie_Sewing_Patterns

& If that’s a little overwhelming, here’s some easy beginners plushies:
- Manta Ray https://cholyknight.com/2021/05/14/manta-ray-plush/
- Whale https://craftresource.fandom.com/wiki/Whale_Plushie_Sewing_Pattern_(Lacey)
- Simple dino: https://welivedhappilyeverafter.com/diy-long-neck-dino/

and a little more chalenging but my personal favorite:
- totally not that one shark from a Swedish furniture chain store that everyone loves: https://freesewing.org/docs/designs/hi

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hedgiwithapen:

what—i-dated-a:

missed-oblivion:

gnar-slabdash:

exuberantocean:

toomuchtoomuchtomention:

onyxbird:

toomuchtoomuchtomention:

rainandscarves:

My favorite thing about Eliot Spencer is how invested he gets in whatever job/role he’s doing for the con. He has to play a caterer? He will give you a gourmet menu and poach some pears for dessert. He has to play a minor league baseball player? He will hit a home run and he will be excited when the local deli names a sandwich after him. He has to play a police officer? He will make Hardison respond to a call that’s nearby because there might be kids in that house. Eliot commits.

that’s so interesting because he is ALWAYS freaking out at how deeply Hardison commits to his characters.

I think there are key differences in how Eliot and Hardison over-invest in their roles, which is why Eliot fusses at Hardison about it without equating it to what he does himself. (Note: I’m focusing on original series only here.)

Eliot gets over-absorbed because he gets really into what his character does (chef, baseball player, etc.) and loses focus on what the con is trying to accomplish, which isn’t helpful but tends to add authenticity to his individual role. Eliot’s main risk is getting so immersed that he forgets it’s just a con and tries to be that persona rather than doing just enough to fool the mark. He may have some broad-strokes backstory in his head in case someone asks, but his main way to sell his character is just to play the role to the hilt in the current moment. (Prior to the team, he didn’t have a hacker or do long cons, so his main grifting option was to keep things simple, play the role, improv as needed, and hope no one asked too many questions before he finished the job. And be prepared to punch his way out if they did.)

Hardison doesn’t forget he’s playing a role. The part he overdoes is building an “interesting” (often meaning complicated) role and tending to over-act, which tends reduce the authenticity of his performance. The obvious example is “The Ice Man Job,” but it’s the same thing with the overall con in “The Gold Job”–he’s thought out every backstory detail and how to deliver it to the mark, but he lays on the perfectly constructed backstory too hard without reading when to dial back the complexity or exposition. (Prior to the team, it’s implied that he did most of his criminal activity on-line rather than in-person, so the exhaustive planning and documentation was his practical grifting approach.)

If you assign Eliot to be a chef, he’s gonna be a chef. He’ll get distracted from the con by the fact that they’re running out of onions and he just can’t get the flavor of this sauce quite right, but everyone around him will believe he’s a chef. If you ask him where he went to culinary school, he’ll glare at you and maybe throw out some sparse details (trusting Hardison to back it up if anyone tries to check it)–dig too far, and he’s probably gonna be relying on dodging questions or having Hardison in his ear feeding him backstory details.

If you assign Hardison to be a chef, he’s going to have thought out and documented every detail of his backstory, researched his character’s favorite recipes so he can discuss them in detail, etc. You ask him something–anything–about his character and he’ll answer in such detail that your head will spin. But if you tell him the kitchen’s down to its last onion and ask what he wants you to do about that, he’ll be caught completely by surprise and flummoxed about what to do (unless Eliot is in his ear telling him who to send on a supply run to and what menu items to scratch in the meantime).

@onyxbird, I love this distinction, thank you!! What I’m hearing from your lovely meta is that Eliot gets so stressed about Hardison overcompensating. if you want to lie, stick as close to the truth as possible, don’t give out too many explanations, and act casual. BE casual. But Hardison has to constantly prove how smart he is, how prepared he is, how well he fits in–so he automatically stands out. Online you need receipts all the time, but in real life you can trust non verbal cues.

Can I point out?

• Hardison’s grifting in the style of a dedicated D&D player.
• Eliot is grifting in the style of a man with a past he’s ashamed over.

Oh no

The difference is Hardison is just making up characters. It’s fiction to him, here’s what a millionaire diamond smuggler would be like, here’s a fun adventure story to tell.

But Eliot is discovering different people he could have been. In another life he could have been the minor league baseball star, the country singer, the chef, the gym teacher. And just for a little whole he gets to be that other person, maybe a better person, maybe a happier person. Of course he gets wrapped up in it, and of course it’s hard for him to have to stop being that version of himself. What if things had been different. What if he hadn’t done what he’d done. What if he could just be this instead.

@mj–spooks

@gnar-slabdash how very fucking dare you be so so correct and break my heart like this 😭😭😭

I want to point out also that when Hardison has No Time To Prepare– like mile high job, or bank shot job, he does great! he goes with the flow, a little nervously, but he grifts solidly. A little awkward, but normal-human-levels of awkwardness, people go “oh yeah, Teme the violinist is just Like That” he gets the mark’s company to throw him a birthday party! he wins a court case! It’s only when he has time to plan ahead of time that things get a little iffy– the difference between a stilted, scripted skit and solid improv.

you assign Hardison to be a chef, and you get a mess. but If Someone needs to be a chef and Eliot’s not there and you shove Hardison in the kitchen, I believe he could make it…at least long enough to channel Eliot, shout ‘who put raw onions in this?’ and run while everyone’s distracted.

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queerpeers:

queerpeers:

Story time! a few years ago my grandma found out that my sibling is nonbinary. Sibling was nervous at first bc it was an accident, and even tho our grandma fully accepted me as a trans guy, she presumably had no idea what being nb or genderfluid meant. and to an extent the sib was right—she was totally unaware that those concepts existed when we agreed to meet for lunch that day

but. but. she brought a full on PACKET of printed research and a pen. and asked questions. she took honest to god notes.

so anyway. thank you Grammy for loving your grandkids unconditionally. the feeling is mutual 💕

Grammy, squinting at her papers: “what’s this word mean? ‘nibling?’”

sibling: “so ‘pibling’ is the gender neutral word for aunt/uncle, like ‘parent’s sibling’, then ‘nibling’ is a play on that by taking the ‘n’ from niece/nephew, so—“

Grammy: “—so you’re my gribling?”

sibling: “Huh?”

Grammy: “like granddaughter or grandson”

Sibling: “Grammy—“

Grammy: “or is ‘grandthey’ better?”

Sibling: “you could just say—“

Grammy: “I just want to get it right for you because—“

Sibling: “GRANDCHILD”

Grammy: “…”

so anyway she still calls them gribling. and it’s wonderful

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presentlydean:

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you’ve never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you’re only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn’t have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there’s this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there’s a strange kind of love to it. i don’t know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don’t think anyone will notice or care when you’re gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you’re all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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xeeble:

ankellysaurus:

xeeble:

ankellysaurus:

love dungeon meshi senshi’s character design bc when he has the helmet on he looks like a fucking pokemon

and then he takes the helmet off and hes just a guy with a face and forehead and everything

edit:

to me he looks like this

hey OP is it alright if i try to doodle that. please

@xeeble PLEASE DO

@ankellysaurus here ya go!

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i-think-this-is-how-i-do:

spaceshipsandpurpledrank:

If anyone made this for me. I can’t even describe what I’d be willing to do for them

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mortaltempless:

sniperct:

akkkkaall1ttyynnn:

daydreamingandprocrastination:

bauliya:

bauliya:

bauliya:

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here’s what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

someone should remake lord of the rings as a grandfather telling a fantasy story to his grand child with flashbacks to world war one showing the dead boys and men the characters were based on. grandpa why didn’t they just fly. because they didn’t. they didn’t.

i’m fine

I will never get over how Tolkien & Lewis took the horrors of war and spun them into fantasy.

Shivering in the trenches dreaming of cozy hobbit holes, shaking as bombs pockmark a forest and imagining each shallow mud-filled crater contains a new world—that maybe there are still as many beautiful things in the universe as there are bombs—that maybe the world is bigger than this moment and this ugliness and one day this will be a peaceful forest again full of small ponds.

I mean look at these photos of the shell craters in Sanctuary Woods, near Ypres Belgium and tell me it’s not the Wood Between The Worlds:

grandpa why didn’t they just fly. because they didn’t. they didn’t.

You get your wings only after its all over

I’d argue that in the lord of the rings they didn’t come back either. At least not the same as they were when they left. I think, for Tolkien, he may have been searching for some reason to justify the horrors he saw. To find something that mattered in it.

Frodo is very much haunted by his journey, by the things he faced and the weight he carried to the point of disability, to the point that he had to leave the world as it was to go to the world more perfect just to heal from his PTSD and his wounds. Tolkien lost so many friends, saw so many men broken. How many did he witness choose to go to that next world by their own hand?

And so many other characters, even the big heroes and mighty wizards were not unaffected. We see it in Eowyn come face to face with the harsh realities of war. That there is no glory here, no honor, only horror and blood and death. We see it in Boromir, adrift in the river, broken shield broken horn broken body never to return to his family or his city. We see it in the lament of the elves for a world that once was and will never come again. We see it in the dead marshes, that no man’s land of bloated corpses. We see it in the silmarillion, in broken heros and shattered lands.

I’ve said it before, but LOTR is anti-war. A common refrain in battle after battle after battle in his work is the toll it took, the blood that soaked the earth, the people who never come home. Unnumbered tears, shed for all those who have been lost.

But we also see the peace, the little joys, the reasons for hope, that there is light at the end of that long dark tunnel. Eowyn chooses to heal, not only others but herself. Faramir chooses to heal as well. And Sam, steady Sam, always a memory of what was left behind and what could await them at the end of the shadow.

What proves Aragorn the king is not his deeds in war, his strategy and tactics and prowess in combat; its his hands of healing. His ability to heal the wounds of others and see them through.

The heroes won, the world was saved, but the cost, oh the cost was so high. It would be nice, maybe if the war had actually been worth the price, and even then, the price was too high.

I was listening to a Behind the Bastards episode yesterday that pointed out how Tolkien served in a battle where the mud was so thick, people drowned in it before they had a chance to be shot.

And then you have the Dead Marshes, and the thousands of corpses underneath Frodo’s feet.

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floweroflaurelin:

How do you want to do this?

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Goodbye, Faithful Caregiver.

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redlipstickresurrected:

Léo Forest Leo Forest (b. 1985, based Paris, France) - Chat, 2023, Drawings: Pencil, Charcoal, Pastel on Paper

(Source: instagram.com, via dotsandfoxes)

bionelly2:

alwaysatomicconniseur:

mag200:

you may walk out of the underworld but you have to trust that she is behind you. do not look back to check.

i trust that she is there

i trust that she is there (i think)

i trust that she is there (please?)

i trust that she is there (can you hear me?)

i trust that she is there (say something so i can hear you)

i trust that she is there (what if it’s a lie?)

i trust that she is there (i can’t even see her shadow on the wall)

i trust that she is there (SAY SOMETHING)

SAY SOMETHING.

look behind.

#jesus.#orpheus and eurydice#as a poem#using a poll#this is probably the greatest exploitation of mediums i have ever seen op#every reader has the chance to become part of the text by voting#not the subtext#the TEXT#and i love me some ephemeral works in concept#you had to be here for this one week#and then the text is locked#(barring any edits to the original post of course)#and i just think that’s so beautiful#beauty springs from the simplest things viewed askew#and all you need is a poll that accepts long enough strings (via couchcrusader)

and then THE FINAL RESULT. where “look behind” came so so so close to winning, but “i trust that she is there” came out ahead by 0.1%. so maybe, maybe, we did it right this time. maybe this time we were able to save her.

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sca-nerd:

I would like to humbly request that more artist redo marginalia in their preferred style, please.

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bloedkoraal:

@ikvertakinjou sent me this fragment from an article in the new york review and i can’t get over it

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hahaimdrowning:

Elizabeth Kirkman Fitzhugh, Militant Mary

November 13, 1914

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