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dorliart · 11 hours
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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)
baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*
my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.
baby: ighbu.
sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!
baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!
sister: exactly!
baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.
my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?
baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.
[a split second goes by]
baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.
me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?
baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.
me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?
baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.
*pronounced like "on" without the n
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dorliart · 11 hours
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I had a tattoo client ask if I ever used AI to design tattoos for me. Man I spent the better part of a decade doing shitty bit work as a graphic designer and now that I have the space to do whatever I want, I'm gonna let the computer generate random garbage for me? What next should I have a computer that eats my dinner and fucks my wife?
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dorliart · 1 day
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It's your old friend @dorliart!
You can enjoy their comic "Behold…!!" exclusively in our Shoemaking edition!
We're fundraising for RAINN and Safeline using a pay-what-you-like model. Which includes FREE if you need. Everyone deserves more Bildad! Please see more details at:
https://bildadzine.itch.io/twin-passions-a-bildad-zine
Available until Tuesday, May 7th at 11:59pm EST!
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dorliart · 2 days
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Mossy mushroomy A-frame cabin commission, with its little pals
I got no photos of my favorite design decision: ceramic "rafters" supporting the needlefelted moss. They'll get their time to shine whenever the felt biodegrades, which will be a while.
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Remember me? Bildad the Shuhite! 😉
TWIN PASSIONS: A BILDAD ZINE is here.
Indulge in the Twin Passions of Bildad with our gen audience "Shoemaking" and/or our more mature "Obstetrics" editions as you celebrate everything you love best about this time period for Crowley!
Fundraising begins today! This project was created with a goal in mind from its start. We're benefiting RAINN and Safeline. Thank you so much if you're able to help join us as we reach for the goal of $666 USD to split between the two organizations (after fees).
Our fundraiser uses a pay-what-you-can model. Which includes FREE if you need. Everyone deserves more Bildad!
Get your TWIN PASSIONS and see more details at:
https://bildadzine.itch.io/twin-passions-a-bildad-zine
Available until Tuesday, May 7th at 11:59pm EST!
IMPORTANT: The "Shoemaking" edition is rated Teen and up; those fics, comics, and art pieces might be Gen and Teen using AO3 ratings.
We ask that you be 18 or older when downloading the "Obstetrics" edition as it is spicy and saucy; those fics, comics, and art pieces might be Mature or Explicit using AO3 ratings.
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dorliart · 2 days
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I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination
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dorliart · 2 days
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too sleepy to elaborate at this time but I miss the old fandom culture of interacting with fanfic writers and fanfic artists as members of the fandom community who enjoyed engagement and discussion and feedback instead of the modern trend of seeing us as content creators up on a pedestal who don't need positive feedback but DO need to churn out constant content to feed the a03 machine
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“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
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dorliart · 3 days
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The Beast that Bothers
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"He wouldn't say that" in a 'fic author trying to use terms of endearment in a language they clearly do not understand' kind of way
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dorliart · 3 days
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Some characters I made for a party I DMed for some family a bit ago.
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A Dwarf, an Earth Genasi made of marble, a Wood Elf, an Earth Genasi, a Halfling and my darling Tiefling 🌲
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dorliart · 3 days
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the strange horse
At the beginning of summer, Aziraphale had taken in a strange horse that had gotten stuck in a nasty bear trap. He’d nursed it as well as he could, given that the only thing akin to a stable he’d had, had been the old barn that had been close to falling apart for a few years now.
The horse had a strange piece of horn on its head in the shape of a particularly thick and sharp twig, like sticking out straight of its skull. He had wondered about it, but had reasoned pretty quickly that plenty other creature in the forest had odd shaped appendages and horns too. If the sheep can have curled ones why couldn’t this horse have a straight one.
He cared for the horse to the best of his ability, being used to smaller farm animals as he was. He often questioned if his care was lacking.
Once summer turned into autumn and autumn turned chilly enough that he had to gather firewood again, something came by as if to check on the horse, flitting about when it thought Aziraphale wouldn’t see; in the dim of the ever earlier darkness, or in the dawn of the early morning light.
Aziraphale only ever saw traces of the creature but that didn’t worry him either. If anything, he was glad Someone other than him was finally taking more care of the horse. It had been a well groomed creature, clearly looked after by someone and Aziraphale had assumed the worst - that the carer might have met an untimely fate and had left the poor thing to fend for itself in the woods. He was glad to have something or someone other to check on it. Even if all he ever saw was a glint of bright yellow eyes reflecting the light of his lantern, in colour almost as uncanny as the horse’s citrus coloured irises.
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dorliart · 3 days
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getting married in the most them way
this is based on a post that I cannot find anymore. I swear I saved it but it dissapeared. thank you to the person who made it anyways. I’ll link it once i find it again.
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dorliart · 3 days
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lord the peasants are so loud today
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dorliart · 4 days
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Old stuff
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dorliart · 4 days
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So You Want to be Solarpunk?
If your neighborhood has a vacant lot, get some neighbors together and turn it into a community garden.
Organize a block party.
Create a maker space enabling folks to repair, repurpose, and swap their old stuff.
Organize a bunch of plant-savvy neighbors to help folks convert their yards from resource hungry yuppie lawns into something sustainable that fits the local biome.
Get a few friends together and clean up the trash on the streets. Make sure to recycle.
Set up Little Free Libraries and Little Free Pantries.
Get tool-savvy neighbors together to help folks with needed household repairs and upgrades.
The punk in solarpunk is about resistance to the alienation and consumer culture that makes our communities unsustainable and our environments toxic.
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