I’m taking a mental health day. Thank god my boss allowed it I was worried that he wouldn’t ✨
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I can’t even read nice things anymore. I can’t read stories about people that are in love. Where the words are kind and the touch is heavenly. I start crying as soon as I see it. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. To be called those nice things, to be touched in a way that doesn’t instill fear, makes me feel safe? I don’t deserve it. I don’t. I’m not worthy of it. No one should have to love me. It’s easier to go ahead and let you hurt me first. Hurts less. It’s the only love I know.
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I am going to make this a separate post, since the other one got so long.
So, like I mentioned there, I sent my grandma's granny squares off to my Loose Ends "finisher" with the intent of giving my mother the blanket when it was complete. I had NO thoughts in my head at all for saving something for myself.
When I received the box in August with the completed blanket, it had two additional things in it. It had a letter and a bag. The bag had two and a half skeins of left over yarn (please peep the picture of all they yarn I sent this lady, I was SO surprised she was able to use so much of it!) my grandmother's crochet hook, and a single granny square. In the letter, my finisher, Katherine, wrote that she set aside one of the original squares my grandma made--she specifically said the one she guessed may have been one of the first--in order to put it in a central place in the finished blanket. But then she forgot about it when she went to put the blank together, so now there was one left over. She said she sent it along with the blanket, hoping it would still find a home.
So, like I said in my last post, I gathered up the blanket and brought it to my mom....but I kept that lone granny square for myself. I immediately knew what I wanted to do with it:
I bought this little shadow box on Amazon, pinned in the granny square, and added my grandma's hook. I plan on hanging it in my little crafting zone in my apartment ❤️
Just another reason why the Loose Ends Project has my heart in a chokehold. There was so much thought and kindness that went into what Katherine did--for both me and my mom.
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surprise!! i can do non-angst comics!! @shepscapades 's dbhc au again, set soon after bdubs learns that etho's deviant and is working on comprehending that etho's a whole ass person.
technicallyyy in shep's art etho's wearing his trademark outfit from the start, but like. ignore that. that's not a big deal. unimportant. what if he wasn't and bdubs gave him that outfit because the default android uniform just looked way too formal and wierd. what if.
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You know, i've been thinking about the way Batman keeps danger and weapons so close to his body, so tight to himself, practically tied around his neck, that joker often has no way left but to grab for him if he wants something Batman has. Batman does not want to be left out of Joker's plans, his story, he wants in on Joker's narrative by any means he can make it happen. It's such particular "you take me with you wherever you are, it's your punishment, just as it's my punishment to take you with me wherever i am" statement. Batman actively leaves no choice for Joker but to get very very close to him and claim him as part of his win or his loss. I mean,
he didn't have to. he could've put the key in one of his waist pouches, push it into the back of his left boot, he could've tied it around his bicep, i dont care— he could've done whateverthefuck with it. But he had to put it around his neck, and intentionally invite Joker to "come and get it". Something something classic cliche of the way lovers' bond is signified by a necklace-adjacent item and the way they interact with it; hold unto it, toss it, tie it around their necks, giving it back, not giving it back, necklaces as items of reverance and revenge. Something something a tie around neck being a sign of being claimed and owned,
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FOR THE LOVE OF BEING CREATIVE PLEASE KEEP DRAWING THOSE DRAWINGS YOU THINK ARE SHITTY, THEY MATTER MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW JUST BY BEING, JUST BY YOU EXPRESSING YOURSELF, JUST BY YOU WANTING TO MAKE IT AT ALL, LETS HOPE THE FUTURE YOU HAS LEARNED TO NOT CRINGE AT THE TIMES YOU WERE LEARNING AND HAVING FUN AND MESSING UP AND STILL KEPT GOING BECAUSE YOU WERE ENJOYING CREATING SOMETHING DAMMIT
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