Some of the stuff ive been spinning on the handmade supported spindles. That bigger green skein was done on my largest handmade supported spindle, and i think i could have fit quite a bit more on there, so im really pleased with that. Obviously nowhere near what i can fit on a bobbin on my wheel, but theres trade offs with everything.
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Bro I will never again be as sad as I am right now about how many of the old achievement hunter fics got deleted in the purge after the Ryan stuff. I’m genuinely upset over how much is gone. These fics were good. Like. Novels and series that poured their heart and fucking souls into and I was shaped as a writer by them so wholly that it’s genuinely painful that I cannot access that part of my life anymore.
Does anyone even still think about this? The exact experience of being in a fandom so good, it captured every single fucking setting and genre you could ask for? Where the art was unparalleled and so so creative that it made you want to be an artist, even when you’d spent your whole life thinking you’d never be good enough to even try?
Idk man. I grieve for that fandom. It was such a big part of me that sometimes I feel the chasm it left behind when I had to let it go and I ache. Like all the pain I was going through at that time was only bearable because of that fandom. Because of the community and all the friends I made. And call me parasocial for this all you like but losing those guys was like losing real friends. I watched their stuff my entire teen life and into my twenties. Like what the fuck. How am I ever supposed to recover from that??
I look back now and it’s bittersweet. It’s fucked up. My teen life was shit and I spent all those years thinking I’d never make it to 20 and all that time they were a constant. For a while they were one of the few things keeping me going!!!
This has turned into a vent post but like. Idk am I the only one still thinking about them? Am I the only one still grieving? It’s been three years and the wounds hurt just as much as the day it happened. The scars are gnarled and jagged. I don’t think about them most of the time anymore but sometimes I move wrong and I’m reliving it over again.
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Not to sound pretentious but I don’t think regular people deserve to own Starry Night-themed things without understanding at least a basic history of Vincent Van Gogh. At the very least they should be required to know he painted that piece from memory while in a mental ward, on meds, getting help for his bipolar and depression and actually healing. You should not be allowed to own a single stitch of Van Gogh-themed memorabilia until you thoroughly understand that.
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anyone else feeling especially shitty this weekend
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I moved into my new apt in august and loved it for a bit, i even got to know one of my neighbors and would play with her dogs. Except she mentioned offhand once that she 'got rid' of a cat because she thought he 'wanted' to be outside. It was a cat i had been feeding who would constantly come to me with new wounds. Bad taste in my mouth. Even worse was when i let her into my apt because i needed her to feed my cat for a weekend, and i came back to see that she had gone through my stuff and eaten all the food i left out. I didnt mind that she had eaten yknow i dont want to shame someone for being food insecure, but she had to open things to get to it. And it made me feel unsafe and unclean for a while. Then i drove her around to help her find something she had lost, and the whole time she talked about how people who liked rock were going to hell and then about how women shouldnt preach and on and on. She talked about how she hated hispanic people and how she wanted them 'eradicated' and talked about how she hated disabled people despite being on disability herself. On and on.
I snapped at her finally a few weeks ago when i had to rush the cat she dumped to a shelter before it hit -30F, and saw that he had huge gashes on the side of his face. And ever since then shes been... Like. She screams at her dogs for getting close to me unless theres another person around. Swears at me nonstop. Today she tried to throw something at me and screamed and swore because i let her dog sniff me. Im afraid that if she finds out im gay shell get get worse so i have to hide everything away from my windows. I reported it to the landlord and he said he wont renew her lease, but it isnt up until mid july and like. My upstairs neighbor has woken me up at 6 am every day this week by banging on stuff so loud that i hear it through headphones, i got sick with nightmares because there was black mold growing on my bedroom windowsill. Its all like.
Its frustrating because i cant move. I dont Want to move. I like where im at and i like the space. but its exhausting to be woken up so early, and its exhausting to be afraid of being screamed at while im outside. Idk man i wish things didnt suck so bad for once and that i could just be happy about stuff
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The fact that ppl are referring to their dumb impulses as intrusive thoughts while I'm sitting here getting hit out of nowhere with the thought that "hey if I took metformin without any food I could maybe kill myself" is.....interesting
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