advice for years later
you will be over it, and there will still be some stupid fucking thing on a random Tuesday that slips sideways through time and blindsides you with grief. it happens. it just happens.
live through it. put the shovel down: there is, I promise you, nothing to dig up that you’ll enjoy more than what you planted on top of the grave of what you lost.
Pills.
This is the absolute most accurate representation of how medication works for people most of the time. It doesn’t make the problem go away. It makes it tolerable so you can function.
I remember there was mist steam
Could you perhaps doodle Kaz hugging Inej from behind? :)
Cleaning knives together :)
me actually doing one (1) thumbnail sketch? what???
finished drawing! I already chickened out and scanned it so I'm not entirely sad when I ruin it with gouache. I mean uh. I scanned it so I can figure out digitally how I want to paint it. haha!
A few panels from Parliament of Rooks #1 Spring and #2 Summer
with great pain comes the great inability to form a coherent sentence
[ID: a 4-page comic in illuminated manuscript style of a person standing outside. /1: They look to the distance and say: "What is that dolorous cloud: that dreadful fright I see now on the dark horizon?" /2: They turn, upset, and say: "Alas! It is the brain fog approaching!" A purple cloud enters the panel. /3: They hold up their hands against the approaching cloud, saying: "A curse upon that fog that steals my eloquence. I...hate...it" /4: The cloud surrounds them and they say: "cloud"..."bad" /ID]
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my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
Cant have fucking shit in Detroit
Cant have shit
Okay so door saga
- The only way into my building is through the front door which locks itself when closed. There's a back entrance but it's deadbolted from the inside. This means the only people who can get into the building are me, my cat sitter with the spare keys, and the people living in the other two units.
- The door to MY unit now... has no doorknob. Impossible to get in.
- There is a shared BACK hallway that leads to the shared basement/back entrance. My back door into this hall is always deadbolted. EXCEPT, fortuitously, right now, since neighbor (Molly) in unit 2 had heard Patches meowing when alone and offered to spend some time with her, so I had the cat sitter unlock the bolt.
- This, LUCKILY, means there is A Way into my unit. But it requires getting into the building, then going THROUGH my neighbors' unit into the back hall, then up to my unit.
- Cat sitter is effectively locked out from Patches, and won't be able to get in if not fixed by the next day.
- Text neighbor about predicament. They're willing to look at my door bUT (it's Christmas) they're not home and not getting home until the next day.
- Next day, text for an update but hear nothing. (Neighbors aren't attached to their phones much). Communicate with catsitter saying "okay if I don't hear back from neighbors, maybe you go over and I contact a locksmith who you can let in?" (since cat sitter has the keys to the building)
- Catsitter is very not keen on the idea
- Patches is unaware she's a prisoner.
- Hear back from neighbors. Say they should be home around 5pm.
- Okay... Good Enough... (Patches graze-feeds so Luckily she hasn't missed any meals but we're going on 24 hours of house arrest Patches).
- 6pm comes. 7pm comes. 7:40pm I text asking for an update. Nothing.
- 8:30pm I'm figuring out what friends I can call to break into my own house. Text neighbor again and notice this text doesn't go through.
- Text neighbor's partner being like "hey sorry, can't seem to reach Molly--". Get a text back "Sorry this is Molly on David's phone! My phone died." Family Christmas plans ran late but they're on their way back and will be home soon. Thank goodness.
- 9pm-ish, they get back, give Patches attention and top up her food. I get a text "David fixed your door!" Woo!
- Friday 5pm I finally get home
- Lugging my suitcase up three flights of stairs while I hear Patches meowing like a dying Victorian child
- Shoes off coat off suitcase down fish out keys unlock door grab doorknob
- ...Doorknob falls off
- Falls off right into my hands
- Staring at doorknob. Staring at door. Patches meowing. Shove doorknob against door like an idiot and no it does not go back on.
- Fucking
- Go down flight of stairs, knock on Molly and David's door. David is luckily home. "My doorknob fell off again can I go home"
- David lets me in. I scoot past their dogs and apparently I startled the more nervous one since she apparently tried to nip at me but I didn't even notice because I'm like my cat.
- Get in through the back hall.
- Patches comes bounding over.
- My cat.
- Doesn't even know she was a prisoner.
- Doesn't even know what a doorknob is.
- Later that night receive a text from neighbor apologizing for the dog and I'm like "I Did Not Even Notice."
- Any attempt to leave my house now is perilous until I fix the doorknob.
- Can't even leave my door cracked open because I know Patches is gonna shove her stupid little face through it and become the opposite of a prisoner.
- I wanna go buy a reeces peanut butter cup but by god it's not worth the risk
- I'm gonna try to fix the doorknob
- Or... buy? a new doorknob?
- On Amazon searching "doorknob".
- Merry Christmas
You are completely right because I have now investigated the knob and can confirm the screw holding the knob to bar was loose. I have tightened the screw and it SEEMS fixed but I’m very Fool Me Once on this since my neighbor also thought they’d fixed it.
There is a Home Depot trip in my future. Or maybe an online purchase if Patches would get off my laptop
Merry Christmas I hope I know how to install a doorknob
Complication. Doorknob is here and I tried to install it, but because my door is older than God, the latch-majig (technical term) is offset like an inch higher than the knob. Modern doorknob has the latch LEVEL with the knob.
To swap in the new knob I'd need to cut a new knob-hole an inch higher in the door which
- With what tools
- That would leave an unused gaping doorknob-sized hole in my door which any robber the size of a weasel or smaller will use to rob my home. I don't need fucking Redwall in my home.
- Probably bad for the integrity of the door
- I don't wanna.
I think what I really want is just the knob like above tags said. Like the knob and the rectangular bar, which I can substitute in for my stripped-bare knob and rectangle bar. I WOULD do this with the new knob, but it's got two welded-on spokes poking out from the knob.
I can maybe drill two holes for the spokes in my door...?
(Squinting at shitty amazon listings trying to see if any knobs don't have the two spokes)
(I think the two spokes might be standard.)
Developing new respect for Jesus (carpenter).
In the meantime, because I'd already unscrewed a lot of things I DID take the genius action of flipping my current doorknob around.
This way the side that causes problems is on the INSIDE.
Doorknob fall of while INSIDE house significantly better than doorknob fall off while OUTSIDE.
I'm retightening all the screws.
Patches has offered no solutions.
So it does!
Never heard the term "spindle doorknob" before so I never would have found this on my own.
They're also all labeled "vintage" which extra feels right since my door predates the Cambrian Explosion.
Crowdsourcing my door fix on Tumblr dot com! Doorknob 2.0 is ordered.
At least 4,000 but we still got time
Ein lieber Besuch (A Lovely Visit) 1894
— by Max Kurzweil
Enemies-to-lovers, but instead of featuring a villain redemption arc, the heroic one is getting progressively more corrupt, unhinged and fucked up, and the one who was originally the clear-cut villain out of the two is just like "well mark me down as scared and horny"
me actually doing one (1) thumbnail sketch? what???
Charles Piazzi Smyth - The Great Comet of 1843
— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”
[Text ID: What part of yourself did you have to destroy in order to survive in the world this year? / But most importantly: what have you found to be unkillable?]