I keep telling myself to post this and then forgetting, but here’s the progress on the Bakery Enemies AU dress (@buggachat’s AU).
This really has been a side project (because while I was hyperfixating on it I didn’t have access to the right equipment, and by the time I was back in a place to access my stuff I was already enmired in like five more important responsibilities and various rotating hyperfixations). But I made a previous post and I feel like I ought to round it out with some more information.
Also I absolutely adore @buggachat and her AU, and I want to celebrate the work that she’s done.
So here’s Marinette’s dream gala dress (at least, within the unfinished capacity to which I’ve progressed):
This project was meant to be a way for me to use some of my fabric scraps to drape something fun, so it took a little bit of experimentation.
I draped and patterned a few pieces and made a mock up out of muslin to make sure that the pieces shaped correctly and were the right measurements (all of which I do not show in the pictures. I just figured a little context would be helpful for anyone who’s never sewn before). Then I started my first version with an opaque layer underneath and added a sheer over layer. Unfortunately, this version was scrapped because the under layer absorbed too much light, which hindered the ability to see the spots that I added afterwards.
The first spots that I tried were cutout and stitched on (which looked super campy). So the second time around I painted them on my under layer.
Then I draped a skirt from some leftover chiffon.
(I’ve removed my sewing room from the background. It’s a mess. I don’t want you to see it. Maybe one of these days my ADHD will drive me to clean it instead of abandoning it to chaos. But that day is not today.)
Since then I’ve created a black underskirt. But then I went and mucked up the overskirt by painting it. (I know better. You’re not supposed to dye a dark color. You start with a lighter color and move to a deeper gradient. But I’m also using fabric scraps and I got lazy and I figured ‘it’ll be ok. It’s an experiment. It’s fine’ . . . It was- . . . Ok, it was kind of fine. But not stellar. And the red was never going to be light enough for me. So I’m not showing it to you. Because while it is productive for people on the internet to know that dresses take a lot of experimentation and don’t pop out of thin air, I am also embarrassed by my ridiculous choices that went against all logic. So I will tell you about them, but I will not show them to you).
I’m considering going out and genuinely crafting a decent Ombre. But it’s not going to happen right this instant. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to decide and then to actually finish the dress. But there you go! Some progress pictures, and maybe also some perspective on the process of crafting clothes. All of this took hours and days, although sporadically separated—mostly because each step requires testing to ensure that the seams and measurements work well and that the right fabric is being used, and that it’s being used properly. Definitely not on the professional level, but what I tinker with in my own sewing room tends to follow a bit more of a haphazard plan than what I would do in a shop.
i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
I’ve just read the novelisation of the Giggle and the ending has me on my knees - it goes into much more detail than the show so guess what
THE DOCTOR BOUGHT THAT HOUSE
THAT IS HIS HOUSE
He chose it, he went to an estate agents and said ‘I want this pretty house’, offered them £60, then rang Kate Stewart and discovered he was getting paid by UNIT this whole time, was able to afford the house/mortgage and BOUGHT THAT HOUSE
The Nobles still have a house in London but they STAY WITH THE DOCTOR NEARLY ALL THE TIME
He chose the house with a sunroom so WILF COULD LIVE DOWNSTAIRS COMFORTABLY
LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality
EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost
So, my spouse has been exploring his gender lately; he also just built himself a new laptop. Today he told me that he in an attempt to process some genderfeels through metaphor, he made a post on a trans forum along the lines of: "I'm a lifelong Windows user and I think I'm pretty good at it. I want to find out what Linux has to offer but I'm afraid I wouldn't be any good at it. And how do you choose the right Linux distro, anyway? Do you have to try them all?"
The responses, he said, were a mix of useful advice about feeling out your gender and useful advice about choosing a Linux distro.
I love trans people so much
Edit 4/8, in case you don't see the reblogged additions -- my wife is now going by Eve!