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Gar time 🌿

Appliqué and reverse appliqué! This is also a fully lined one and ngl, twelve million times easier than flat felling the sleeves <3

Up in the little shop.

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one of my rats thinks his name is “i love you” because i say it so much and.

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brown sugar and cinnamon are lesbian married

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#He's In Love

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This is a strong contender for my favorite exchange I’ve ever seen on the internet

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i have too much joie de vivre for this

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veil's been thin these past few days. anyone else notice that the veil's been thin these past few days

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vampire hunter? no i said vampire HAUNTER. this jerk sucked all my blood out so now i spend my afterlife knocking over shelves and scaring off potential victims and just making the castle generally pretty cold

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eyeliner

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SKETCH IDK HWAT HAPPENED,… anyways ya. electricity😛😛

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bbc ghosts + tumblr text posts [11/?]

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siblings pt. 2

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ID: 1. Shoulders up of Dean and Cas talking. Dean has his arms crossed, grinning as he confidently declares "If I run at Sam, he'll definitely catch me in his arms." Cas responds with a noncommital hum, clearly unwilling to give his opinion on the matter. 2. Full body of Sam in the background looking startled as Dean suddenly turns and rushes toward him, calling out "Sammy!" 3. Sam quickly steps to the side, tucking his arms in and pulling one long leg out of the way as Dean leaps up and crashes face-first into the ground where Sam was standing seconds before. 4. Reverse shot, Dean close up in profile in the foreground as he sits up with a large red welt on his forehead. He shouts angrily over his shoulder, "What the hell, dude?!" Sam glares down at his brother and throws his arms up helplessly, spluttering back "YOU what the hell!" (emphasis on you.) Cas stands in the background watching silently, his inexpressive face somehow judgmental. /end ID

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TikTok (asshole of the world, I know, I’m sorry I’m subjecting you to it) has discovered the term ‘lavender marriage’ and decided to shift the definition to mean a man sinisterly pretending to be straight and using his hapless oblivious wife to as a beard and also applied this term to any couple where the husband has any interest in interior design, expresses emotions or acts like a human being in a domestic partnership instead of a douchebag. I know I made a post about it but I’m astounded by the new wave of homophobia I’m seeing creep into the public consciousness.

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good morning it's don't crash out Thursday where we try our hardest not to crash out. on Thursday

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it’s really so silly bc when I was a very sad teenager I dreamed of my adult life as this beautiful, easy thing where I dance in my kitchen and have game nights with my friends and I travel around to see the world and I create things left and right and I follow my heart and find a community that welcomes me readily as I embrace them

And then I grew up and it turns out the world is going to shit and there’s a class war everywhere and my livelihood is under constant threat because I wasn’t lucky enough to be born into generational wealth and climate change is coming fast and god, the powerful are so selfish and and and- and yet, I do still dance in my kitchen. Sometimes my cat asks to be picked up and I sway around in a made up waltz with her tucked into my arms. (This is one of her favorite activities)

I play card games and gossip and watch movies with my friends every few Saturdays even though we’re all overworked and exhausted. i create things in the pockets of time between sleep and work and sometimes I create while I’m at work and I race home to finish it with a childlike sort of excitement. I’ve seen very little of the world but it’s still more than most of my family has. and these things are still just as wonderful as I dreamed they’d be, it’s just that they’re grounded firmly in a reality that’s harder to thrive in.

it makes me sad, because I feel like a lot of people are grappling with how much more difficult it is these days to create a life you survived for. And it can feel sometimes like it was all for nothing- all that stubborn determination to stay alive and keep trying, keep going got us to a world on fire, with all the folks who could do anything about it shrugging and saying no, nothing can be done, it’s too late, it’s just how things are.

Except it isn’t. There will always be dancing, there will always be companionship, there will always be room for hope. It’s never useless to hope for a better life. It’s never useless to believe it can be.

My teenage self wasn’t wrong about that.