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How I miss the North
by Kirill Uyutnov
Let the Christmasing begin
I'm making 20 cups of cinnamon roasted almonds.
The holiday baking begins!
Just a short video of my card weaving in progress
Golden Hour by Damian Cyfka
The word garbage sounds like it should mean clothing
i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping
For the last decade or so, I’ve been routinely attending a ride-on lawnmower race. I’ve always wanted to participate, but the high cost of used mowers is better spent on more practical vehicles, like literally anything else. Sometimes, though, the universe sends you a message. And in my case, that message came in the form of an awkward leg of a huge trade-in scam.
Picture, if you will, the humble redneck. They await the approach of big, fast domestic mowers. John Deeres, Cub Cadets, even weird modified Chinese stuff they looted from Aliexpress. There is jubilance, but that soon comes to an awkward hush. An unfamiliar engine note approaches.
My International 1480 combine harvester, all ten tons of it, is barrelling down the highway at a clip somewhere between “tepid” and “jaunty.” Even though I have shown up for a race, I am sandbagging a little bit, making sure that the bets get settled against my vehicle before I show them the might of a fully operational monster such as mine.
Technically, there is no violation. I had looked at the rulebook from every angle in the previous year: it has the correct number of wheels, the proper agricultural intent, and with precise work on the tiller, it can even (poorly) mow a suburban lawn. Is it modified? Oh yes, yes indeed, but I see the nitrous bottles poking out from the rows of Kubotas at the starting line.
And when I leave the starting line, it is a thing of beauty. At least for a few milliseconds. It seems that the wizards at International Harvester simply did not comprehend of a situation in which the frame of their combine would be launched into the air by means of one thousand eight hundred foot-pounds of supercharger-bolstered torque. I had erroneously believed that the loose soil of the rural community would let the wheels dip in, but now I am facing directly into the sky, having twelve o’ clocked hard on my wheelie, shooting flames from my exhaust and whirling vertical blades of death towards the grandstand.
It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.
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You know what, since I'm thinking about it anyways, let's talk formalwear accessories. Most of these are traditionally menswear but a bit of gender fuckery is good for the soul, and frankly most of these are about making your mass-produced clothing fit and lay properly without having to go to the tailor.
Shirt stays: these go around your thighs to hold your shirt down, so that it stays smooth and tucked in. They're usually elastic, with 1-3 clips, and if you wear skirts frequently this is a GREAT way to make sure your top doesn't ride up. The clips will be visible if you're wearing something tight, so loose pants or skirts are where these do best. There's also an insane version that clips to your socks, but that is for lunatics. If you wanted, you could also use one of these clips to hold up thigh-highs.
These do a great job of smoothing and narrowing the waist area by keeping your shirt from bunching there.
Sleeve garters: usually metal, leather, elastic, or silk. These are usually worn with button-down shirts to adjust where your cuff falls on the wrist or hand. They're properly worn on the upper arm, and you pull the fabric of the sleeve above the garter until you cuff is where you want it. Because this creates a puff of sleeve at the bicep, it also broadens the appearance of the shoulders. It's great if you're working with your hands or if your sleeves are often too long for your preference.
Waistband clip or belt adjustment clip/buttons
Three different ways of tightening the waistband of a pair of pants or a skirt. You're not going to get more than an inch or so tighter without weird bunching, and for most of these you'd want them to be hidden under a shirt or jacket, but they do the job if that's something you're having issues with.
Collar pins: There are so many fun ones out there, both with and without chains. They're not terribly practical, though the slight weight may help keep your collar where you want it. Also consider collar tips, which pin (surprise) to the very tips of your collar points.
Sweater clips/guards: meant to hold your sweater or cardigan mostly closed. Great if your cardigan doesn't button, or if you don't like it to be buttoned all the way.
There's tons of other stuff out there like this--etsy is a great place to find this stuff. A lot of these are old solutions to the very modern problem of mass-maufactured clothes not being as one-size-fits-all as advertised, but they're also a fun way to put a bit of personality into businesswear.
your playlist guide 101 (writers, readers, etc.)
note: credits go to (ofc) the original artists + compilers
emotional sad
last time together
waiting for the one who doesn't come
pov. heartbroken mermaid
slowly losing grip on reality
fight scenes
instrumental music for writing and fighting
you call it revenge, i call it returning a favour
all thrones come at a cost
comfort
a hogwarts comfort
you're studying with the dead poets society
and suddenly, we were strangers again
before sunrise
tension
realising we're living in a dystopian reality
you built an empire on the streets of birmingham in the 1920s
a little more dark academia
fine, make me your villain (darkling)
pleasingly dancing for your hot enemy in a private room
cool
it's 1998 and you're drifting through tokyo
among all the stars and infinite galaxies, how lucky am i to have met you
we're just used to this already (honkai star rail)
the playlist finds the cool kids
it's an old money summer at your house in europe
all my demons dance through the nighttime
office wave 1986
lost nostalgic
maybe in another life
what it feels like to be a memory
it's summer again, the days are blurring and the nights are sleepless
calm
lost in space
you exist for a reason (dreamcore)
a dreamlike peace
quiet autumn days
the calm before the storm
time periods
"it was not your fault but mine" greek mythology playlist
1920s
1940s
1950s
1970s (marauders)
1980s
1990s (supermodel)
Song, Allen Ginsberg
(via the author, at the Ex Bird place)
This weekend shall be reserved for sewing
She's so sexy 😭😭😭
Kept the shuttle place open, so you can see her work :)
This is so much better then a electric machine
As a blue collar woman, I could love nothing more
My new favorite hobby is weaponizing my Mom Friend status against my male coworkers, of which there are a surplus because I am A Woman in The Trades. It's hilarious to me. I have been the Mom Friend my entire life and working construction means I've expanded my territory from Mom Friend to Site Mom by virtue of always knowing where things are and also having pain meds and general life advice if you need any. Do you know what happens when you are so aggressively mom-shaped despite not even being 30? All the young guys I work with have subconsciously put me in the mom category of their brains. Do you know what that means? I live and work in the American South. These guys have been raised both socially and culturally to Respect All Mom Figures and I've snuck myself into that classification like a cuckoo in the nest. Like, listen, I can take it and dish it out with the best of them and I'm "one of the guys" 97% of the time, but I have my limits. If they're being dicks to each other and I'm tired of it all I gotta do is look really disapproving and scold them with some classic Mom-isms and it will stop them dead in their tracks. It's a total short circuit of their brains. Not one of these guys has withstood my telling them "manners are free and it costs nothing to be kind." Sometimes I just give them a look and say "Really?" in that tone of voice all moms use when they're completely fed up with you and it makes them straighten up in 10 seconds flat, guaranteed. It's psychological warfare of the highest order. One time I jokingly pulled out a "I'm so disappointed in you" after hearing this barely 18 year old tell some story about being obnoxious in an online game voice chat and it was very obviously a joke but somehow it rattled him so much AT WORK that he later told me he stopped doing it. It's a perfect storm of factors and literally all of them are in my favor. Should I care more about not enforcing gender stereotypes, especially in such a male-dominated field? Probably, but let's be real, the power has completely gone to my head.
'Valkyrie' by Edward Robert Hughes, c. 1915.
'Valkyrie' by Edward Robert Hughes, c. 1915.
Lightbringer is all packed up and shall be heading off to it's new owner next week!
“Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.”
Ruperto Banterle, “Fleeting Yearning” (𝟣𝟫𝟣𝟦)
I'd love to paint that
Mr Darcy is so fucking unsubtle all of the time I truly don't understand how Elizabeth doesn't get it. Someone mentions Elizabeth likes books? Darcy immediately goes into a rant about how he wants a wife that reads. Elizabeth says she wants to live close to her family? Darcy is bending over backwards to figure out how far is too far, would she mind it if she could easily travel back at forth, would she miss the people or the places. My girl he's so down bad, he's just autistic.
anecdote of the pig, tory adkisson // achilles & partoclus // house of dragon, 1x07 // plainwater, anne carson // ? // ?
The itching to be back in forests and mountains
2 more months
Hiking is the best way to spend your time, seriously.
Well damn
Ottessa Moshfegh, from My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.”
Khalil Gibran
The excitement at finally living close to mountains soon
a burst of color, part five
a burst of color, part one
flowers on the mountain, part two
flowers on the mountain, part four
flowers on the mountain, part five
flowers on the mountain, part three
by Danielle Nelson
Of course I'll be fine
I'm good on my own
An appartement that's all mine
Decorating however I want, as whimsical as I please
No screaming at 3 am
And I'm safe. The mess is mine. But so is the tidiness. I don't have to leave. This is mine. I'll protect it, and anyone that needs a small haven is welcome. Hot chocolate and cookies will always be here waiting. Such as a couch and a blanket. I can let people stay. No one to ask for permission to be kind and soft and to host a dinner.
A work that I am so excited about. In a region I already love. Discovering myself again. Reinventing myself and getting a third shot at life.
I couldn't be more excited.
But leaving... leaving everything is fine.
But him.
Yet I can't hold on. He isn't mine. And I am not settling. If I can have his friendship. And that's all. I'll always be grateful for that. For it shows me what I want. Even if I am forever looking for him. At least I know what I search for. If my heart is breaking, watching him live his life. That's alright. For I get to witness it. And perhaps, help the happiness along a little.
I know I am fine on my own. Yet I can't imagine being without him. Even now, without having actually had him entertwined in my life.
How do I leave a love so strong. Without giving it a chance. This gift the universe gave me, and I have no choice but to throw it away. How will I stand alone, when I know his quiet strength as it is behind me.
I know how to leave everything and everyone
But him