moonrise (2015) by phyllis shafer vs. landscape from saint-rémy (1889) by vincent van gogh . kind of obsessed how they bleed into each other side by side
i think some people aren’t realizing the mulch works because the mulch BECOMES the soil, that’s why it’s so universal. rot is just incredible, shout out to the forces of decomposition. can’t wait to meet ‘em.
Back when I worked at a greenhouse I heard some people complain that they had to buy more wood chip mulch or straw every year to re-apply it.
And yes! Good! It’s working! The soil microbes and fungi are Feasting and turning that wood into humus! That humus is now becoming soil full of bio available nutrients for your plants…and the things in the soil…to feast on! Go to the county landfill they chip up trimmings into FREE woodchips stop buying the stuff here that costs $2.99 a bag! Talk to some tree care companies they’ll be delighted to dump waste chips in your yard for you!
If your neighbors are Fools and rake up and discard leaves, grab that shit and use that too! And their grass clippings! Steal all that sweet sweet plant matter and let it rot into YOUR soil and enrich it! All Hail Rot, the one true god, which makes life on this ball of rock possible!
If you REALLY wanna give your plants a treat, when you’re planting them dig the hole extra deep and plop some leftover chicken bones in the bottom of the planting hole. Cover with some compost. Plop your plant in it. Watch your roses go apeshit as they feast on all that tasty phosphorus and calcium!
changing elves from being assholes with a superiority complex and recharacterising them as just sort of weird guys that have an entirely different set of social behaviours to harken back to the days when people thought autistic people were a kind of fae for having odd behaviours. the entire reason why they dont particularly enjoy gatherings of men or dwarves or whatever is because they tend to be loud and the average elven social gathering is just a bunch of them sitting in a room in silence ignoring each other
like theyre still kind of mean but its more of them being blunt and lacking empathy rather than being condescending or purposefully malicious
my elven ass after spending 45 minutes in the pub with my dwarf friends:
I GROW WEARY OF MIMICKING YOUR OBNOXIOUS MANNERISMS TO ACCOMMODATE FOR THIS ENVIRONMENT. I WISH TO RETURN TO MY CHAMBERS TO REST AND SO I MAY PLAY SPLATOON 3 ON THE NINTENDO SWITCH. WE SHALL GATHER AGAIN NEXT HALF MOON AND I SHALL TELL YOU OF MY VICTORIES.
Title:What We Do For Others Fandom:Star Wars Prequels Author: Batsutousai Rating: General Warnings: AU, end of The Phantom Menace, nonbinary OC Summary: Obi-Wan comms Feemor, after Qui-Gon’s death, needing the comfort of his elder padawan-brother.
An anon prompted Feemor & Obi-Wan, “I won’t let you.”
Obi-Wan sighed and rubbed at his face. “When, when he was d-dying,” he forced out, words sticking in his throat (they’d been taught to accept death as a part of life, to be grateful for the life the deceased had lived, the lives they’d touched and bettered, to recognise that death was not an end, just a returning to the Force, where all life came from, but that didn’t make it easy to push past the grief that came from loss; giving yourself time to mourn was just as important as accepting it was inevitable, and Obi-Wan knew he needed time to get through those first steps, that he wasn’t a failure for struggling with his grief when it had been only hours), “he asked me to train that, the youngling.”
“Absolutely not,” Feemor said.
Obi-Wan flinched, startled by the sharp edge to his padawan-brother’s voice. “I promised,” he insisted.
“I don’t care, I won’t let you do this to yourself, Obi-Wan. You need time to grieve, and to learn who you are on your own. The last thing you need is to be taking on a padawan, right now.”
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“He has to fund the Justice League. They often have a space program.”
“But couldn’t he do more good if he just invested-”
“The Earth is routinely invaded by aliens, gods, and the forces of an extraterrestrial god of tyranny.”
He has, like, three charitable organizations he funds, named after his father, his mother, and Alfred.
Between both Bruce and Batman’s contributions, Gotham should be a better city than it is, and the only reason it isn’t is DC Editorial Mandate that basically says Gotham has to get worse and worse and worse or there’s no Batman stories they can tell (and, obviously, they have no other characters besides Batman).
There’s a reason Batman thinks the city is literally cursed.
I want to see Bruce Wayne go off
“Oh, oh, just charity my way out of dealing with the Penguin, a living, breathing 19th century Marxist’s cartoon of the bourgeoisie? Just fund anti-Clayface measures? Crack down on corporations who put out shapeshifting cosmetics? What socio-economic pressures turn botonists into actual fucking dryads?! What inspires anti-animal terrorism? THAT’S NOT EVEN A REAL KIND OF ECO-FASCISM!”
For the record, Gotham is canonically curse, because it sits on some sort of evil swamp. I think.
There are like, half a dozen curses. The Lazarus Pits are leaching into the water, Slaughter Swamp is an unconnected body of water a few miles outside of the city that also ressurects people (see Solomon Grundy), the Bat-demon Barbatos and his followers (the Court of Owls) have been fucking up the city psychically and financially, the malevolent influence of the warlock Doctor Gotham’s tomb in the center of the city, the madness hypersigil of Amadeus Arkham (in Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth), there were several outposts of subterraneans and aliens beneath the city during the Silver Age, constant chemical warfare that makes it the equivalent of a WWI trench managed by MK-ULTRA, it’s in New Jersey, and I think God just hates it
tired: Batman could do more good by running charities than by fighting criminals
wired: Batman could save literally every other city on the planet simultaneously with the amount of effort and resources he’s pumped into Gotham, which is a lost cause, but this is his city damnit.
Inspired: Batman’s diligence is containing the menace that is Gotham’s madness from escaping too far from city limits.
For all his billions, for all his activity, for all his efforts, Gotham is a bonfire fed by the madness of mortal people, cultivated by dark powers and just existing there makes living souls like kindling for it. And left to its own devices,it’d become a breeding ground for supernatural unrest that no mere social service system or social awareness of activist campaign, no government program, no actions of a singular vigilante, could ever hope to undo.
Batman is single handedly if need be but fortunately not alone so often, holding back the noxious psychic influences of warp and wyrd entities and what they do to the very environment and landscape through the power of sheer, unbridled humanity.
Ascended: Gotham is containing Batman, because the forces of evil, consciously or not, have figured out that if let loose, this motherfucker and his sprawling adoptive family would’ve solved every crime in the world ever, so they throw literally everything they have at his home town in hopes that he stays there.
Because they were foolish and let Alan Scott escape. They aren’t making that mistake again.
What if Gotham is the pump?
Like. What if, because Gotham is such a shitshow, anyone looking to improve their lives has their eye on being able to move out of Gotham, so whenever Bruce Wayne’s charitable endeavors come somebody’s way, they take it, pack their bags, and move the fuck away, and take that money with them.
Meanwhile there’s an ongoing influx of people to Gotham primarily because they’re flat broke and real estate in Gotham is dirt fucking cheap because it’s a shitshow, and there’s always places hiring because 1) they’ve got Bruce Wayne money to try to make a difference, 2) there’s no shortage of places that need to be fixed up a little, and 3) villains are always in the market for new henchpeople.
So you’re a broke millennial from any other town in the country, and you have student loans, a job that hasn’t kept up with inflation, and your landlord has raised the rent three times this year so far and it’s eating up two-thirds of your paycheck. You look for housing on the internet and discover that one-third of your paycheck will get you the mortgage for an actual house in Gotham, a house you own and will never have to deal with your scummy rentjacking landlord again. And Wayne Industries is hiring, and so are sixteen different disaster remediation places, and six staffing services with a sort of weird vibe to them but they offer benefits, since when do temp agencies do benefits, and sure the crime rate is high but the rest of the world’s heading in that direction anyway, especially if you’re homeless, which you’re gonna be in like four months if that jackass your landlord raises the rent one more time, so get in losers, we’re going to Gotham!
And you settle into your bigger-than-expected apartment and get a job that brings you a comfortable paycheck and you learn to live with the terrorist attacks and the explosions and the gunfire and the neighbors and the drunken billionaire swimming in the restaurant fountain, and you pay off your student loans, buy a car, suffer a few months’ unemployment when your boss goes to jail for trying to assassinate the mayor and then your partner loses their job for a few months when the office gets smothered in a jungle’s worth of climbing plants and you develop hospital bills when you both get caught in a hallucinogenic terror gas eruption at the mall, but hey, you’d be homeless by now in any other city, so you live with it.
And then it’s a few years later and you’re wanting to start a family, but the neighbor three doors down owns pet hyenas and the park was firebombed last week and someone froze all the water pipes and you crashed your car into one of the impromptu ice sculptures and you’d really like your kids to grow up in a normal city where they don’t have to receive advice like “don’t talk to strange plants.”
So you visit one of the social work offices and get yourself a bit of assistance, save up your money, sell your house for the price of a down payment to the sort of incoming fool you were six years ago, and use your polished resume to get yourself a job someplace that doesn’t have What To Do If Clown Attack on their safety training syllabus.
You came, you left, and Gotham remains. A shithole.
This is a really well thought out way in what keeps Gotham moving. Sure there’s the people that have been there they’re whole lives, families that go back generations, but these are reasons people move in. The kind of people that want out. And maybe are desperate enough to take that Job hunching.
It’s also weird to see my pithy response circle around over 20 times and end up back on my dash…
When the glimmering hope continues against the tide of the hopeless.
When the glimmering
hope continues against the
tide of the hopeless.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
due to factors such as “time pressure” and “tulle is of the devil” my expectations for this shirt are not high. but i spent a lot of time imagining these button bands and they turned out pretty nice
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progress on this includes:
attached the back and the yoke; did the yoke with wonky little panels for reinforcement(?), as it’s not double-layered, and for a fun symmetrical piecing moment
attached fronts to back at shoulders (not pictured)
constructed a collar and collar stand and arranged Leafs upon it
started hand stitching down leafs. it would be more elegant to do this before assembling the collar, but i can’t visualize how both the seam allowances and the crease in the collar work + the tulle is itchy if misplaced
have yet to do sleeves, side seams, finishing hand stitching on collar, attaching collar, sleeve plackets (on tulle??), cuffs, Buttonholes (evil to me)
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Shirt’s done except for finishing the collar handstitching & touching up some of the buttonholes (used a friend’s fancy machine with varying success). Lots of things wrong with it that are hard to see from more than three feet away
No pictures of it on me because I have yet to obtain a suitable layering piece which is a really funny problem to have!
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buttons!!!!!!
Finished the collar! If you want to make embroidery you cut out of some tulle look like it is On There For Real this is what I did
roughly cut out and place embroidery. baste with glue stick (glue sticks to the back of the embroidery and not the tulle)
tack it down with a color matched running stitch (or whatever) along the stems and centers
cut off more tulle from the edges with tinier scissors
tack down the edges. with, in this case, a different thread color, do a faux chain stitch where you grab the very end of a stitch from the extant embroidery
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this has the benefit of kind of squashing down any tulle that didn’t get trimmed
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and now it moves with the fabric and doesn’t stick up at the edges!
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