what you experience is hyperfixation, which is pathological. what I experience is psychosexual obsession， which is also pathological, but in a darkly chic and subversive way. thank you for understanding.
tutorial !! on how to make a belt pouch from some old pants that will be able to hold a brick or two without ripping
examples: (both r about 23cm × 20cm)
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you'll need:
•old pants/shorts
•scissors
•needle and thread/sewing machine
•safety pins/sewing pins
•anything for closing, like buttons, clips or zippers
•stuff for decorating: patches, pins, studs etc.
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to start we will disassemble our pants, you will harvest from its corpse:
•two rectangles from the ass of the pants with the asspockets (the size of these rectangles decides the size of ur pouch)
•two pieces of the waistband both about 15cm in length
•a piece of fabric as wide as the other two panels, length depends on ur preference, this part will the the closing panel of the pouch
for all of these please take seam allowance into account.
hem the top edges of your back and front panel and all edges of your closing panel. i used double straight stitch on the sewing machine to match the stitching present in the pants.
now you will attach the closing panel to the outside of panel that will be the back of your pouch (see image).
you might be confused that the outside of the panel is the inside of the pants. this is because the pocket on the back panel will be on the inside of the pouch. and thus the outside of the pants become the inside of the pouch. (also you can see that the closing flap looks different from the first picture, this is because i decorated it alr. so just ignore that)
then attach your belt loops, first attach the "front of the beltloop, facing down, to the place where you also joined the closing flap and rectangle together. then fold the beltloop back and sew the other side slightly lower than the top. this will prevent it from bulking too much and pressing uncomfortably into your waist.
now place your front panel on top of your back panel, and sewing it wrong sides together. this is because we will turn it inside out after.
now turn your pouch inside out and sew along the edges to help keep its shape and keep it sturdy.
you can attach a closing to the pouch, like buttons and buttonholes, i went for a clip and loop mechanism this time. if you prefer a zipper i advise putting it in when you hem the edges at the start of the project.
and now you can decorate! if you want a tutorial on how i do/plan all that, lmk if that would be helpful or interesting in any way.
Hm. Interesting. Apparently cortisol production depletes magnesium stores. And I have a lot of symptomatic overlap with magnesium deficiency. And it can apparently help migraine. And ADHD. I think I'm going to try supplementing magnesium glycinate. L-threonate sounds really interesting too as that's magnesium that can cross the blood-brain barrier and apparently is super useful for memory and shit.
I reblogged this a week ago because it was funny and because I was about to start taking magnesium supplements and after a few days on a half dose it appears that this may have been responsible for a solid 30% of the problems I have that aren't trauma or stress-related
Squidward's whole deal is that he was a scion of Old Money who got really into Marxism in college and decided he couldn't live with himself as a beneficiary of the Bourgeoisie. He cut ties with his parents and went to live as a proletariat for a few years to better his music.
Of course, what was supposed to be a short term service industry job before he lived for his art has bloomed into just being his life, and life as a poor artist is never as romantic as one imagines. While the cost of living of Bikini Bottom is low enough that even a frycook can be a homeowner, it's not quite so low that he can afford the luxuries he was used to growing up.
His view of the Working Class as the downtrodden masses were rather tattered by years of living between SpongeBob and Patrick, who were not so much temporarily oppressed intellectuals as they were, well, SpongeBob and Patrick.
Still, through thick and thin he's never gone back on his decision to leave the money behind. The great irony is that he is ignorant of his greatest achievement—his superiority to Squilliam isn't turning a bunch of randos into a functioning Marching Band or turning a burger joint into a fine dining establishment, it's having the strength of character to look at all the advantages Squilliam had and choose to leave it behind.
He will never be a master Clarinet player, but he will always have that
the online identity and gimmick-ifying of autism is so odd. I'm diagnosed with autism and yet I barely identify with any stuff I see about it anymore. It feels like autism is being rebranded as the Silly Guy Disorder that gives you smart and beautiful hyperspecific interests. it's not that I mind silly jokes or being lighthearted about being autistic- but when the entire social movement is based around marketing us this way, I just can't help but feel isolated from it. it feels like I'm not the right kind of autistic. I'm not marketable and digestible to common audiences, and therefore I am discarded by the movement in the name of progress and acceptance. it feels foul.
Just curious due to the ask you just answered, but you mention you had to add "more romance" at least twice the process of getting published.
How do you feel about the current, published version of the book? Is the book better for it, or do you feel as though the extra romance detracts from your original vision?
I find it interesting there still wasn't enough of it after the first time you edited, and they asked for more again.
I think all the editing notes I got were good!
they definitely wanted me to play Sir Cameron up as a romance, but I'm not anti-romance, so I was happy to make those changes. the only problem was that all the romance books I'd read were written prior to 2010 (Emily Giffin, Sophie Kinsella, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, etc) and conventions have shifted since, so my lack of familiarity with modern romantasy had me making choices that accidentally blue-balled people.
I have since fixed this!! I've read Sarah J. Maas! and also a bunch of denmei for good measure. and in my upcoming book, The Ignoble Invasion of Prince Proculo, there is no fade to black, no matter how much you might wish for it. full pedipalp and carapace action, I swear to you.
I miss my leeches for all the normal pet reasons but I also miss being able to use them as a one-hit death blow to end stupid conversations. Whenever I defend the ecological importance of parasites someone will inevitably crawl up and go “well I bet you wouldn’t feel that way if you had them” and oooooo boy let me tell you. It was so fun to hit back with “I DO” and then whip out my phone and show them 30 pictures of my fucking Worms
while i know he doesn't really gaf about boundaries or have a human sense of shame like that i do think that rocky realising that he's come to find grace perversely, sincerely desirable and developed an entirely reasonable but still uncomfortably intense degree of starvation for physical touch during their extended confinement together works better if he's not immediately fine and okay with it. i mean, he literally lives in a glass house, and the only time he could reasonably get away with processing his uncharted new feelings (up to you if that's a euphemism or not) is while watching over the already precariously easy to disturb sleep cycles of a fellow PTSD survivor who does have certain hangups and may not even share his attraction. let's all hope and pray that eridians don't ovulate or he's in for a hideously miserable four years on the return trip to erid.
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