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in the spirit of diy or die I'd like to remind yall that there's people, usually small local businesses whose is literally fix clothing

I had a pair of boots that i wore religiously almost every day for five years; had the soles fixed twice by a shoesmaker for less than half of what a new pair would've cost

almost alm of my zippers have broken at least once, local seamstress fixes them for like 10 bucks

yes, making your clothes yourself is good - both in spirit and economically speaking - but you can still pay people for fixes you can't do yourself. it's still punk af to support small traders

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she was seriously worried that the city would get rid of the grafitti before she could take a picture with it

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World Oarfish Day is June 24th!

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Ok, loves, so we've all got the message that joking about suicide is bad for your mental health. Now we need to get on "joking that the planet/all of humanity has no future" is bad for societal health/encouraging resistance to bad shit."

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looking beautiful in the sunlight with mama ❤️

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my three favorite things are the oxford comma, irony, and missed opportunities

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"i wanted to ask what your relationship to her is": murderbot's ever-evolving view of its relationship with mensah

My clients—ex-clients? New owners?—were here, only everybody looked different in their normal clothes. Dr. Mensah stepped close, looking up at me. “Are you all right?” [...] “If people won’t be shooting at me what will I be doing?” Maybe I could be her bodyguard. “I think you can learn to do anything you want.”

ex-client?, new owner?, potential bodyguard-ee who wants me to do anything i want.

I don’t know what I want. I said that at some point, I think. But it isn’t that, it’s that I don’t want anyone to tell me what I want, or to make decisions for me. That’s why I left you, Dr. Mensah, my favorite human. By the time you get this I’ll be leaving Corporation Rim. Out of inventory and out of sight.

my favorite human. (but don't tell me what i want or make decisions for me. (i know you said you weren't, but... please don't try.))

What I did know was that Abene really had loved Miki. That hurt in all kinds of ways. Miki could never be my friend, but it had been her friend, and more importantly, she had been its friend. Her gut reaction in a moment of crisis was to tell Miki to save itself. [a mere four sentences later] I hate caring about stuff. But apparently once you start, you can’t just stop. I wasn’t going to just send the geo pod data to Dr. Mensah. I was taking it to her personally. I was going back.

if abene would do that for miki, maybe mensah really could love me...

maybe mensah really was my friend...

maybe mensah would tell me to save myself. (spoiler warning: she would.)

One reason I was nervous was because if this went well and I wasn’t shot to pieces, I would be seeing Mensah again. On the way to RaviHyral, ART had said that PreservationAux was my crew. [...] But sitting here in a hotel lobby, watching a biozone and running every not-a-SecUnit behavioral code I had, the fantasy fell apart. The hard reality was that I didn’t know what Mensah was to me.

maybe i want her to be my crew....

(or maybe she's something else entirely.)

If it had been one of the others, I would have figured out a different approach. For Pin-Lee, I just said, “Hi.” [...] She forced her tense shoulders to relax, and she didn’t make the mistake of looking around. She planted a smile on her face and said through gritted teeth, “What—How—” “I came to find our friend,” I said.

(she's my friend, too.)

“It kept me company without…” “Without making you interact?” she suggested. That she understood even that much made me melt. I hate that this happens, it makes me feel vulnerable. Maybe that was why I had been nervous about meeting Mensah again, and not all the other dumb reasons I had come up with. I hadn’t been afraid that she wasn’t my friend, I had been afraid that she was, and what it did to me.

she is my friend (she understands me (she changes me)).

What I was mostly thinking was that there wasn’t going to be one dead SecUnit on this embarkation floor, there were going to be four. Sending SecUnits after me was one thing. But they sent SecUnits after my client. No one gets to walk away from that.

she's my client.

She wasn’t afraid of me. And it hit me that I didn’t want that to change. She had just been through a traumatic experience, and I was making it worse. Something was overwhelming me, and it wasn’t the familiar wave of not-caring. Fine, I sent. I sounded sulky, because I was sulky. I hate emotions.

i care about her.

Dr. Mensah would never believe that. My accidents were spectacular and usually involved me losing a big chunk of my organic tissue or something; she knew I could stop a human without hurting them, without even leaving a bruise, that was my stupid job. She would never trust me again. She would never stand close enough to touch (but without touching, because touching is gross) and just trust me. Or maybe she would, but it wouldn’t be the same.

i need her to trust me.

Amena was furious. “That’s my second mother’s … friend,” she said through gritted teeth. “And her security … person.” [...] She thought I wouldn’t get the domestic animal reference. I said, “Wow, that was rude. Especially considering that I’m your second mother’s”—I made ironic quote marks—“‘friend.’"

i'm her "friend."

“Do you love my second mother? Thiago thinks so.” I should have known this was going to turn into an interrogation. I said, “Not the way he thinks.” Her face went all dubious. “I don’t think you know what he thinks.” He doesn’t know what I think, either, so there. I was distracted converting a dumpload of raw log info from a visual image back into searchable data and if I got the fields wrong it was going to be a giant mess. I probably should have just stopped talking, but I didn’t want to hurt Amena’s feelings. I said, “Your second mother is…” Client wasn’t the right word, not anymore. “My teammate.” I could see I had to clarify. It was really hard finding the right words. “Before your second mother, I had never been an actual member of a team before. Just an…” Amena finished, “An appliance for a team.” That was it. “Yes.” “I see. Thank you for letting me ask you questions.”

she's my teammate.

(i love her... not in the human way.)

I knew Farai knew all that, and I knew she was asking for an answer that was closer to objective reality. And wow, I did not have that answer. I said, “I’m her SecUnit.” (Yes, that’s still in the buffer.) She lifted her brows. “And that means?” Backed into yet another conversational corner, I fell back on honesty. “I don’t know. I wish I knew.” She smiled. “Thank you.”

i'm her secunit.

(i don't know what that means.)

(i wish i knew.)

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This artist hand-embroiders canvas "notebooks."

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Tänään ajetaan!

Info 17.45

Lähtö 18.00

Maali aukeaa 19.00 (Musiikkitalon rinne)

Maali sulkeutuu 20.00

Tervetuloa mukaan!

Liikunnallista Pride-ohjelmaa!

Helsinki Unicorns järjestää tänäkin vuonna Pride-teemaisen pyöräsuunnistuskisan eli alleycat racen, "ällärit."

Kisa on avoin kaikentasoisille pyöräilijöille. Jokainen saa valita, minkä verran ajaa. Ajoaikaa on yhteensä kaksi tuntia, ja kukin saa päättää, paljonko siitä käyttää pyöräilemiseen.

Kisassa on kaksi sarjaa, kaikille avoin sarja sekä WTNB (naiset, transtyypit, muunsukupuoliset) -sarja. Jokainen saa valita, kumpaan sarjaan osallistuu.

Lähtö on nyt keskiviikkona (Helsingin) Lääkärinkadun ja Urheilukadun risteyksestä klo 18.00. Tapahtuman info on samassa paikassa klo 17.45.

Mukaan tarvitset kynän ja jonkinlaisen laukun. Myös vesipullo on hyvä ottaa mukaan. Tapahtuma on ilmainen.

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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Can we find a sun god or diety from every timezone and make a map of them all?

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“Medieval peasants couldn’t handle my Spotify playlist” but could YOU handle a medieval bard relaying the epic of Beowulf over the course of an hour? Humble yourself.

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Monumeows

Secreted away in the deep woods near a forgotten stream, Monumeows watch over their tiny meowrimo kin. No one has ever seen one shifting position, but sometimes you’ll find them in a new spot under the dappled shadows of the trees - will you be able to catch them on the move?

These pieces will be available at Texas Furry Fiesta April 11-13th!

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Can we please start romanticizing knowing and accommodating your limits instead of romanticizing pushing yourself to the point of burnout and illness? Like being able to stay within the frames of what your brain and body can actually handle isn't laziness, it's a vital skill that more people should practice even as this society makes it hard.

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this animal

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the other elves welcoming Legolas in Valinor