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finished this fun cross stitch from @parvumautomaton recently!! my first ever completed project that took more than a day. i made a couple color swaps and changed the lightsabers a bit but i’m so happy with how he turned out :)
It looks so good!!!!
And I love the choice to use purple cloth! Also, the lightsabers came out really good.
Seriously it looks fantastic!!
I got the chance to road trip out to the path of totality! My phone camera didn’t do it justice, so I painted what I saw instead 🌞🌚
For the fandom ask:
Leverage and Scooby Doo.
I mean, the villains in Scooby Doo are always like. rich people trying to profit, or formerly rich people scrambling to hold on to wealth and power, so on the one hand, the scooby gang investigating a mystery on the same property that the leverage crew is conning the owner of.... but on the other hand, the scooby gang investigating the mystery specifically of, like, the close encounter job or paranormal hackivity job could be very, very fun. they keep screwing up each other's plans. Shaggy eats all of Eliot's snacks.
Hahaha, I love this.
At least Shaggy wouldn't call his sandwich forgettable.
One of the best sandwiches we ever tasted. Right Scoob?
reblog to give your mutuals a BLÅHAJ
Is it part of my Autism Package™ that I really like post-mortems? Like, for large events, I want to break down and talk over the good, the bad and the ugly, and until I've done so, I won't feel complete in the experience.
Perhaps for similar reasons, I really like videos and podcasts about disasters. Air disasters, engineering failures, nuclear contamination events, scams and swindles. If you want to sit me down for an hour and talk about a situation and what the points of failure were that led to it, I will be happy as a pig in shit.
It isn't necessarily that such things are a special interest, it's the type of information that really makes me happy. The best air disaster podcasts take an eye to the findings and the 'how was aviation changed for the better after this?', and like. I want the same for events in my real life. I want conventions to be improved year on year based on observations and feedback and collected knowledge about points of failure. I want The Big Work Events to improve and to talk about where the pain points are.
Sometimes people see me as a negative person for really wanting to chew on things like that, though.
Podcasts (all can be found on Spotify):
Youtube:
Thank you so much for the recs!
There are some I'm definitely going to check out, and the others are ones that I'm following :) :)
[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
Alec Hardison and Breanna from Leverage: Breanna learns about Plan M.
Breanna's fingers fly over the keys, making adjustments, checking codes and drones and everything else she can think of, her heart in her throat. " There has to be something, just give me a minute," she says, frantic. Alec's voice crackles over the com, all one channel now, with the con blown all to hell.
"I've got something," he says, but it's wrong. it's not giddy, it's not self-satisfied, it's not the elated high that it should be. "New plan."
"What?" Breanna asks, but she can already hear Sophie on the other end of the line.
"Absolutely not."
"Sorry, Sophie. It's not your call to make. We" there's another burst of static and a shuddering of breath. "... gotta go to Plan M."
"No," Parker says, sharp, before Breanna can ask what Plan M is. " No. No, no, no." Her voice rises, louder, and higher, until it cuts off.
Toph and zuko “I thought we were friends” and “wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”
"Where are you going?"
Toph can feel the familiar footsteps as Zuko approaches, which is good, considering the way his voice echoes in the open hallway. She doesn't bother to turn around.
"What does it look like?" she asks, an edge to her voice she's too tired to conceal.
"Like you're about to walk into a wall," he says, and Toph smirks at the sense of confusion in his voice.
"Into, through," she shrugs. "Why do you care?"
"Why do I--" Nothing burns, but she can smell the singe anyways. "I thought we were friends. You're sneaking out in the middle of the night--"
"I'm not sneaking," Toph cuts him off. "And it's not my fault you people think the middle of the night is a weird time to be up."
Getting ready to go see Blue beetle. The hype is real!!
:) :) :)
It was so great to see Jaime and Khaji Da on the big screen.
Getting ready to go see Blue beetle. The hype is real!!
yeahhh I lied.
one more time, HAPPY MOON LANDING DAY!
aaand gooodnight.
2/2 Anyway just wanted to finish up by thanking you for sharing your works! Hope you have a lovely evening/day//night! Cheers!
(A continue of the last post) Thank you so Much :) :) :)
Hello! Sorry for bothering you, but is there somewhere I can still buy your swearing bird patterns?
Thank you so much for you patience. I'm not planning on opening the shop back up because of time/bandwidth ATM. But if you want to DM me I'll see what I can do.
Hiiiii, just wanted to let you know I really appreciate your cross stitch designs, as someone without a lot of time or spoons to dedicate to big projects, they're awesome and super easy to follow. I've stitched some (@lagartijaqueborda on insta if you wanna take a look). I also love that you do a bunch of fandom designs because those are usually harder to find.
I'm so glad you've been enjoying them :) :) And thank you so much for sharing your completed stitches. (As soon as I figure out how to navigate instagram I'm going to check them out. I bet they look fantastic!)
Hey, Par, what's the size of the hoop you used when you made your rottmnt cross stitch?
It would be in a 5 inch hoop, with 18 count fabric, for all of the cross stitches I've done for ROTTMNT
Oh my gosh oh my gosh did you see that there’s going to be a blue beetle movie !!!!
BLUE BEETLE MOVIE I am 100% hyped for it!
“Marlize,” Iris called, steadying her nerves. It took everything in her not to just tackle the other woman and punch her until someone heard the commotion, but that wouldn’t do anyone any good. Well, it would make her feel a little better, but it wasn’t worth the cost.
Mrs. Devoe shook her head. “Mrs.West-Allen, I don’t think it’s appropriate for the two of us to be seen talking.” “Oh, please,” Iris said. “No one is watching, so you can drop that ridiculous act already.” The halls were empty, everyone still inside, riveted by whatever falsified or misconstrued evidence was being presented now. Mrs. Devoe inspected her nails and hummed a little. Iris wondered if the other woman wanted her to punch her. Probably. One more mark against Barry, that’s what the jury would see. “ If you insist,” she said at last. “Why are you doing this?” Iris asked.
Marlize didn’t answer, and Iris glared at her.
“What is wrong with you?” she demanded, forcing her hands to not clench into fists.
“It’s not about what’s wrong with me. It’s what’s wrong with the world. There are problems bigger than your husband.” Marlize had the nerve to sound patronizing. Like Iris was a child who couldn’t understand. Marlize was going to have to do better than play the Greater Good card and act like that was the end of the game. “Such as?” she asked, clamping down on the curiosity. “ Whatever it is that you are up to, it will come to an end.” It would. She and Barry and the others, they’d fought too much for it to all end here, like this. The DeVoes would not be the ones to beat them. Not after everything. “Such passion,” Marlize’s voice made Iris’s skin crawl. “ I had that too when Clifford and I first got married. But passion fades, and what remains, if you are fortunate enough like Clifford and I, is something deeper than ardor that cannot be destroyed.” She seemed to be lost in the thought, the memories. Iris twisted the rings on her finger, as if fiddling with them absentmindedly, touched the collar of her shirt and dropped her hands, chin up, stance set.
“Then why are you so hell-bent on destroying our lives?” she asked.
“ I am doing what I have to do for my husband, Mrs. West-Allen. The question you should truly be asking is, what are you willing to do for yours? Hope you enjoy the rest of the show.”
“ The show,” Iris repeated, slowing her voice. “Of course. I gotta give you credit, Marlize. You really know how to write a script. Unless that was your husband?”
Marlize merely raised an eyebrow. Iris pressed on
“You’re right. That is the question. I think we both know I’d do anything for the people I care about. What Barry would do for the people he loves. Including testifying.”
“Mrs. West-Allen, threaten that all you like. We both know your husband won’t risk the safety of his allies when he has so many enemies. And we both know you won’t speak on his behalf when he tells you not to. Clifford and I have accounted for everything.” Marlize turned to walk away.
“Not everything,” Iris said, and Marlize paused midstep.
“Excuse me, Mrs. West-Allen?”
“I said, not everything. You can’t have accounted for everything, you’re not from the future–and even if you are, I’m proof the future can be changed.”
“Don’t be Naive. People are predictable. There’s no chance the jury will find your husband innocent, not even a percent of a percent, the DNA evidence, the restraining order, the knife– nice touch, wasn’t it? Of course a knife exactly like the one that killed Mrs. Allen would have been too much of a coincidence, it might have given someone on the jury pause, but I do hope you liked it. And then there’s the way no one can account for his whereabouts earlier in the day– we even knew you’d be too busy trying to save your friend Caitlin to rescue him sooner. Perhaps if you’d been a little more selfish…No. We accounted for it all, and your denial won’t help anyone, I’m afraid.”
“You’re still forgetting something,” Iris said, smiling. Grinning, even. “ You told the Flash you weren’t some little secretary. Neither am I. I’m a Journalist, and I’m my husband’s partner, too. You know, our friends are clever. You shouldn’t have tipped your hand about using Dominic like a puppet. You gave us time to make safeguards. I’m sure your husband warned you about everyone’s plans but mine. You just confessed.”
Marlize’s eyes widened, but she shook her head. “No. We made sure, all the cameras are on a loop, just like at the docks– we knew you’d confront one of us, or your husband would. Sorry to disappoint you, but we’ve won.”
Iris smirked. “Did you know, according to federal law, I only need my own consent to record a conversation I’m having?”
Marlize’s triumphant smile faltered. Iris smoothed her jacket.
“Button cam, bitch.”
