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stahsm

Overlock Stitch by @clothes_reetzy

thatisuseful

Damn, that's useful

fluidstatick

Finally a hand sewing tutorial on a hemline that isn't just the ladder stitch! the ladder stitch disappears when you tighten it, but it's not meant for hemlines because it breaks really easily! The overlock stitch is more stable, so it holds much longer, and it won't pucker or warp the fabric!

ahududulugazoz

mostlyvoidpartiallyjims

mini-wrants

Outdoor in sun perfec t place for president to do speech! Outdoor very warm very soft put old man on green lawn under sun. Put old man in warm sun. no problem ever in warm sun because good view and audience can see long speech. Nice podium outdoor sunny perfect place for old president can trust warm sun to give nice view to President good luck to President. friend sun.

dissociatingdumbass

nonetoon

Everyone meet just a normal goose :)

nonetoon

Glad you guys like this totally normal goose!

nonetoon

I am making everyone remember normal goose

nonetoon

Well, I can not find the original separate post of this so I’m just going to tack these on here

elodieunderglass

Thank you @glitterdustcyclops !

whumpster-fire

We've had Eldritch Horror Jolene and "The singer is in love with Jolene" but I just saw this youtube comment suggesting Jolene is a personification of death and I'm absolutely floored by it.

Like holy shit. "Flaming locks of auburn hair" just being literally flames, "Emerald eyes" being an unearthly green glow. The "ivory skin" line referring to the paleness of bloodless skin or even bleached bone, and yet Jolene is still spoken of as having haunting, enticing beauty, like a sort of angelic figure. The husband "talking about her in his sleep" meaning he's delirious with fever and keeps talking like he knows he's going to die. Of course the narrator can't compete with, or do anything about, a literal force of nature.

whumpster-fire

#music#reminds me of that one death image where she 'knew your dad well' and was an anti-war ad

actually YKW in honor of this, I'm going one further: what if the husband isn't sick, he's a soldier who just got sent off to war, and Jolene is not only a personification of death but a Valkyrie-like figure. The singer is not only begging Jolene, as a personification of the fortunes of war, not to take her husband but praying for her husband to remember that he has loved ones at home waiting for him and not succumb to the temptation of glory and "heroism" and self-sacrifice represented by Jolene's beauty.

phantomofthehoepera

I want the record to state I have never been this hard in my entire life

clearpills

mistypedmewo

So... insane thing happened to me some months ago. i'm browsing lace market as I tend to do. Wow! A cute Angelic Pretty capelet pops up. I famously love capelets. Okay. Maybe I want to buy it. Wow!!! It is even 90% wool (I try to buy natural fibres--it's crazy to find wool in lolita)

okay. I keep looking at pictures on lolibrary to make sure I truly love the design since I am very particular and also I'm rarely into AP.

Huh. The buttons have something engraved into them! I wonder what it is----?

DOES THAT SAY RHODESIA

THE BUTTONS ON THE LOYALTY EMBLEM CLOAK RELEASED IN 2013 BY AP FEATURE THE HALF CROWN COIN OF RHODESIA AND NYASALAND

??????????????

Me when I'm a Japanese lolita fashion designer deciding what to put on my buttons: hm what about a coin they made in Zimbabwe between 1955 and 1957 when it was a British colony which became a racial apartheid state

Genuinely lmfao and wtf

it also says "Rhodesa" instead of Rhodesia..)

so yes lolita people... You're welcome... now you won't accidentally buy a capelet which will have your friends asking some interesting questions...

traumatised-mum

you ever just sit and realise u can’t remember 80% of your childhood? like … what happened? who am i ..?

anisetheapothecary

Many people in the comments are saying “trauma”, but this is actually a very normal occurrence. It’s called Childhood Amnesia, and it’s a process which, as the brain reorganizes itself for cognitive thought that is developed in late childhood, it changes the Accessibility of those memories during recall. Many childhood memories are available to the person, but they will not be remembered during regular recall activity, you have to “trick” your brain into remembering with different tactics.

This is because there are two parts to memories - their encoding and their recall. The encoding determines their availability, their recall determines their accessibility. The reason why trauma memory and childhood amnesia are different is in this distinction. Trauma memory is often encoded differently, bypassing to the limbic system where it is stored as intrinsic memory. It can’t be recalled because it was never encoded. Childhood amnesia, however, seems to indicate that the memories are encoded, but we lose access to them as we age. This is most likely due to the development of brain structures that fundamentally change our encoding and recall of memory as we get older.

This is an important distinction, because trauma memory is “stored in the body”, i.e. you get triggers that send your body into a cascade of uncontrollable feelings, sensations and reactions. Whereas childhood memories won’t generally do that, they are just recalled at odd times with odd associations.

malcolmcooks

reblogging this because I’ve legit seen people freaking out when they realised they can’t remember some of their childhood, thinking they might have some repressed trauma.

tbposting

This is one very good reason to keep a diary. You don’t have to hold all your memories inside, you can create physical objects to store them in, and hold on to them for you until you need them again.

cipheramnesia

Cyberpunk heist movie where a trans woman's favorite hot swap genitals are stolen and being held hostage, so she has to get together a crew of trans human misfits to recover them. Meanwhile the thieves have locked out her pubic region with a hack through the genitals' wireless ability and are spending the whole time edging her to fuck with her ability to concentrate on retaliation.

cipheramnesia

Sorry, I meant story not movie. Story I'm going to write about these

cipheramnesia

One of the characters is a famous cyber hacker who copyrighted his brain and identity, then sold the copyright and specific franchise agreements to his girlfriend before he died. So now there's just this massive industry of solid state assist builds using the mind of one of the greatest hackers to live, literally thousands or millions of copies of this one guy, each version different based on what the buyer does with it. The only way to make an illegal copy is if he agrees you deserve him for free - otherwise he just wilfully erases himself. Unfortunately he's such a common program that at this point most decent hackers know some workarounds or what kind of security needs to go in place to shut out a fresh printing who hasn't learned to update and adapt to more recent security. It's not uncommon for some prints of his to be glorified corporate versions of Windows Defender, and he doesn't give a shit because all he wanted at the end was that his girlfriend would be disgustingly wealthy, which he got.

cipheramnesia

Other characters. A polycule of nonbinary lovers who had their brains fused together an installed in a single body so they could experience togetherness with greater intensity.

Quantum witch who has figured out how to store her nightmares, intrusive thoughts, and crippling depression into patterns compatible with human neural impulses and can project them in the form of hexes onto other people, or reverse the process to siphon thoughts.

Guy who had his entire digestive tract cybernetically enhanced so it constitutes over 1/3 of his body mass but he can use all his organs as extra limbs or attack with them like a starfish throws its stomach at its prey.

Retired military robot whose brain is a daisy chain of forty rat brains who is still trying to get its personhood legally recognized and resents not being able to do anything for itself without the aid of a "service human" who legally speaking technically owns it as a pet.

Guy who has had his entire skeleton replaced with a network of low level AI centipedes allowing him to react at incredible speeds and move in ways that shouldn't be possible.

House sized anthill which lives underground and interacts through a series of dozens of drones which can temporarily assemble into a humanoid shape if needed.

Orca who had most of her body destroyed by a depth charge during one of many surface wars and had her head and remaining spine installed into a colossal multiarmed mech suit to be able to collect the disability compensation after she sued, and uses it to maintain a coffee bar and support group focused on civilians injured in military or police actions.

Guy who installed entropic conversion units at key joints of his body which allows him to become super fast, hyper intelligent, super strong, and indestructible for ten minutes, but anything within a ten foot sphere around him at the start gets turned to ash.

Human / mosquitos hybrid with a small scale nanoplant mod in their throat. They can treat any injury or illness on themselves or any other organic entity provided they have something healthy and alive to drain the resources from, or are willing to dissolve parts of their own body, which they can regrow later but it's very painful.

cipheramnesia

The Orca at this point has her lifespan indefinitely extended and mostly has chosen this out of spite but her feelings for government and military aside she is actually quite nice.

Ratbot has a real uphill battle because if it wins personhood the military has to start paying benefits to every functional ratbot and they were created as disposable soldiers with human like intelligence but without any regulations about their rights. As far as the military is concerned they just need to stall until ratbot parts all run out and the one with the lawsuit breaks down permanently. Bad news for ratbots.

The mosquito hybrid is a low income area doctor. Wealthy people can afford nanoplants that run off vat grown synthetic material and have near perfect cell regrowth and life extension. Mosquito hybrid found their nanoplant as a junk discard experimental model and needed a set amount of insect genetic material before it worked.

Fused polycule is named "Portland." I think I'm hilarious.

cipheramnesia

The Orca's bar is called Morcha Latte

cipheramnesia

Everyone is hella poor which is why people try to pirate the franchised hacker. The advantage is pirate prints are free by choice and tend towards greater adaptability due to lack of server updates and purposeful separation from their primary wants and needs. However the down side is they cannot be backed up or transfered, and this makes any pirate print hacker functionally a very mortal, vulnerable individual, permanently tied to whatever device he was printed onto initially.

The guy with the skeleton replacement mainly operates as a hacker for hire / ransomeware operator, and the exceptional reaction and flexibility makes him very skilled in these areas, physical fighting is not something he is particularly trained in and he'd rather avoid it. Like most people with mods, a big chunk of his income goes to maintaining the corporate subscription for their use.

cipheramnesia

Trans woman protag is a mod broker because the total lack of non-subscription based transition led her down the road of getting parts jailbroken or refurbished til she put together this horde of body parts and adaptors and she theseus shipped her original body, sold her own flesh and blood for pennies on the dollar organ transplants. But with all the connections she got during transition she ended up with a stabile income as a corner store chop shop for people who can't afford subscription mods or medical treatment. She finds the parts, one of her contacts does the refurbishment, and another breaks, wipes, or otherwise disables any of the oem software.

cipheramnesia

I assume anyone reblogging this post this recently wants to read the finished story.

specialagentartemis

my petty gripe about anachronism in historical/fantasy/spec-fic worlds is attraction language.

We’ve all heard the “should you use modern queer labels or not” argument but honestly even when people go “true, they wouldn’t use the labels ‘aromantic’ or ‘asexual,’” so often the characters describe their experiences as “I never felt romantic attraction” or “I don’t feel attracted to anyone” in ways that makes me go. You are stilllllll thinking about this in an extraordinarily modern online way. That 19th century steampunk detective man will NOT be angsting about having never felt romantic attraction, he would be angsting about being unable to feel moved by the beauty or charm of a woman, or something. And I do think that “attractiveness” language is different from the identity-level idea of experiencing attraction—Sherlock Holmes does not talk about not experiencing attraction, but when Watson says “What a very attractive woman!” Holmes responds “Is she? I did not observe.” (And then Watson calls him an inhuman automaton and calculating-machine and Holmes calls Watson’s judgement biased). Never swayed by the attractiveness of a man or woman, never desirous of marriage, never charmed by the delights of love, all of these feel like some of the variety of ways that someone in this milieu might describe an ace- or aro-spectrum identity more than “never felt attraction” does. Mostly because, like the terms for aromantic and asexual themselves, nailing down an exclusively attraction-based definition of a-spec identities is a relatively new and extremely post-AVEN thing. And yet in fiction everybody knows to articulate their experience as feeling sexual/romantic attraction. And I always want to go nooo how would THIS character think about it?? Not how you think this character SHOULD think about it, how would THIS person in THIS context articulate their feelings?

haughtyraban

“there’s an ai tool for that” okay ?? there’s probably an ed sheeran song for it too who gives a fuck

ohlivish

hey did ya'll know that ed sheeran is working on a series of 6 albums named after media player buttons and the first one released last year and the last one is to be released posthumously on the day that he dies

im-a-goat-in-disguise

That doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about Ed Sheeran to prove otherwise

knifefarty

…huh

johnny-depp-is-loved

what is this genre of photos called

fexalted

[image description: 11 photos of various cats trying their hardest to steal a bite of human foods, while their humans hold them back by grabbing their heads, causing them to have funny stretched faces and bug eyes.]

apricops

The year is 1492. You are the Catholic Monarchs - both of them. Isabel and Fernando, tanto monta, monta tanto. You have just finished kicking all of the Muslim powers out of Iberia, and you’re feeling so pleased with yourselves that you expel the Jews about it. You have a problem, though - there’s this annoying Genoese moron named Christopher Columbus who keeps waving some bad math at you, insisting that the world is actually smaller than everyone thinks it is and he could totally sail to India by going west. He gets on your nerves so much that you just give him a couple of ships and send him off. He definitely won’t make it to India, but maybe he’ll find some little island and give all of your newly-unemployed hidalgos something to keep them busy. He’ll probably just starve to death in the middle of the ocean, and then he’s no longer your problem.

The year is 1519, and you are Hernán Cortés. You and all of your compatriots are stuck in the most effective way to make someone a bad person: put them in a situation where they must become incredibly wealthy and powerful incredibly fast or else they will die horribly. Transatlantic voyages are absurdly expensive. Anyone in the ‘New World’ who isn’t rich enough to afford their own army is deeply in debt, with no collateral but their own sword-arm. It is an environment that does not reward half-measures. It does not even reward full measures. It only rewards putting a brick on the gas pedal and crossing your fingers - if you kill one person then you’re a murderer, but if you kill hundreds of thousands of people then you're a paragon of glory and the Spanish crown will make statues of you.

The year is still 1519 and you are Moctezuma II, Huēyi Tlahtoāni (great ruler) of the ‘Aztec Empire,’ also known as the Triple Alliance, or the Mexica. You know a thing or two about half-measures not being rewarded, because you are in a process of rapidly expanding and consolidating a nascent Mesoamerican empire. You are quite good at your job - even before you ascended to the throne, you cultivated a reputation as a skilled warrior, a dedicated student, and a devout worshiper. Your name means something like ‘lord who frowns in anger.’ It’s a fitting name, because the process of ‘imperial expansion and consolidation’ generally involves killing lots of people. To make matters worse, some weird hairy white guys showed up out of nowhere and they keep demanding an audience with you. You try every trick in the diplomatic handbook - deferment, threats, flattery, bribes - but everything you do just seems to make them more single-mindedly focused on your destruction. Later, after you are dead, they will claim that you thought they were gods.

The year is 1545, and this whole ‘colonialism’ thing is starting to peter out. Trans-Atlantic voyages are still ruinously expensive, and the pickings are getting slimmer every day - it’s not like you can go loot Tenochtitlan a second time. You’re starting to wonder if it’s time for everyone to pack up, go home, and forget about… holy shit is that a mountain of silver? Is that an honest-to-god mountain with more silver in it than every other existing silver mine on the face of the earth combined? Yes. Some call it Potosí. Many will call it “the mountain that eats men.” In a single moment, colonialism goes from a plundering campaign for recently-unemployed soldiers to a permanent institution. The alchemists back in Prague and Vienna never learned how to turn lead into gold, but the mercenaries and taskmasters in Potosí found a much simpler equation to turn blood into silver.

The year is 1571, and the economy of the Ming dynasty doesn’t feel so good. Their experiment with paper money was a failure, to put it gently. It turns out when you try to have paper currency but you don’t have sophisticated counterfeit protections and there’s also a booming cottage industry of people making paper in their actual cottages, well, you can guess how that ends. So you’re trying to shift to a silver economy. But then you run into an even bigger problem: you don’t have enough silver. So if you start demanding taxes in silver, the price of silver will skyrocket, which means taxes will skyrocket when the economy is already ailing from the whole ‘paper money’ thing. Some hapless scholar-official in Guangdong is nervously watching a peasant sharpen his pitchfork when he gets word from a messenger: some gweilo just showed up at the port with literal shipfuls of silver and they want to buy silk, tea, spices, and porcelain at outrageous markups.

Within living memory, the world was still ‘medieval’ in many ways - slow, parochial, zero-sum, carefully arbitrated by tradition and precedent. Legible. And now Spanish sailors take Bolivian silver on ships guarded by West African mercenaries and Japanese ronin, sailing to their colony in the Philippines to rub shoulders with Chinese officials, Indian sultans, and Malay merchants. All because some dipshit from Genoa got his math wrong and wouldn’t shut up about it.

The moral of this story is that I’m going insane.

devincastro

tguzz

I will always reblog this

bradspace3000

still remember how revolutionary this ad felt 10 years ago

annesophiewashere

excuse me but it still feels revolutionary

stevviefox

Keep reblogging until it feels normal everywhere.

ruffboi-mags

For context: this came out in 2011 in Australia. Same-sex marriage would not be legalized until December 2017.

It was only legalized in 8 US states (the 8th only a few months before), and wouldn’t be legalized nation-wide until 2015.

It was only legal in TEN COUNTRIES in 2011. We wouldn’t hit 20 countries until 2017. (Australia was 23rd)

As of today (April 14, 2026), I believe only 38 countries have fully legalized same-sex marriage. Out of somewhere around 200 countries in the world. That’s only ~19% of countries.

This is still revolutionary.