#gt knitting

[giant-tiny-fiber-friends]

Knitting in G/T

Let's get started with a classic!

(This is a continuation of a conversation that began here, for context)

I'm intending for this to be partly an informative post, as well as a conversation starter in case anyone had ideas or questions regarding the topic. As part of the g/t writing community, I know how handy it can be to have resources for niche topics, so hopefully this can help or inspire someone! I'm going to talk about knitting in existing g/t media, some of the possibilities I can think of as far as knitting for giants and tinies go, and some examples of what gives me real life g/t vibes in knitting.

Knitting, for clarity, is the art of turning yarn into fabric using a pair of needles. It seems like one of those crafts that people have plenty of ideas about with tinies, but doesn't so readily come up with giants. Maybe we'll fix that here, we'll see!

In Media

I've noticed this has mostly been explored from the tiny side of things, at least in established media. Now's the part where I admit that I do not have a comprehensive understanding and grasp of g/t media, so if there are further examples of this that exist, I'd love to hear about them! For now, the most immediate examples I can think of is The Borrowers, both in the book and one of the film adaptations.

The first is featured in one of the original covers of the original book, a colorized version of an illustration that shows Homily knitting on a pair of pins.

The text describes her as "knitt(ing) their jerseys and stockings on black headed pins, and, sometimes, on darning needles (...)" and goes on to describe her using spools of silk or cotton thread to do so. This is doable, especially since both thread and pins can vary in thicknesses, which can affect the way the fabric created behaves. One would simply need to find or make pins that were more dull, because those things can get Sharp!

Darning needles, which are slightly bigger than what you'd think of as sewing needles but still pretty thin, are a little thicker and I would think would be used with something a bit more substantial than thread. I'll get into this more in depth when I get around to talking about spinning, but yarn can be spun pretty finely, and tinies could easily be resourceful enough to manage to get it to a usable size, no matter the needles used.

As an aside, the BBC's 1992 iteration of The Borrowers quietly goes into more detail about this side of their existence. It ran for two seasons, covering most of the books up til "The Borrowers Aloft", I believe. The whole thing can bee found on YouTube, and someone recently posted an HD remaster!

Homily's knitting crops up throughout the first arc as not only a tool for keeping her family warm, but as a way for her to cope with her anxiety. She quickly picks up her knitting (from a small ball of wool she seems to have wound herself rather than from a spool, which is much more mobile) after an argument with Arrietty, and while she waits for Pod to come home from late-night borrowing.

Then, after they flee the cottage, they collect wild wool (seen above) from the brambles to use as insulation, and I believe the implication is that it's later spun into yarn for Homily to use to make Arrietty a sweater/jumper and herself a cardigan, shown in this short clip:

Seriously, if you haven't seen this adaptation, I highly recommend! Lookit Homily getting to be a bit of a badass for once!

The Potential

Knitting like this is plausible in g/t spheres, in my opinion. A lot of modern knitting has grown to lean away from separate straight needles like the pins would facsimile, choosing circular needles instead. Basically it's a few inches of solid needle attached to a flexible cord that more easily allows a knitter to work in a continuous tube (like hats), but they can be used to make flat things (like scarves) as well.

Even if an article is made of tubes- hats, sweaters, and even socks- they can still be made flat and seamed together. So if all a tiny has access to are a pair of pins, or if all a giant can do is carve and polish some wood into straight needles, it's a perfectly valid way to go about things. I'm not going to put a limit on the innovations of big or small folk to be able to come up with workarounds if they truly wanted to make a circular needle equivalent, though. Maybe a tiny could use a sturdy yet flexible bit of wire with the tips worn down to a taper, or a giant could MacGyver something with literal cabling, who knows? I'm all for hearing other ideas!

Real Life G/t Vibes

Most Vibes I get from knitting are from things made with really thick or thin yarn. Big, chunky yarn reminds me of how even the thinnest of yarn would probably still be quite lofty to a tiny. To me, it gives the feeling of having found doll's clothing and using it to keep warm!

The Harper Jacket by Ciadree via Ravelry.com

And I know it's not really useful to a hypothetical giant, but knitting tiny things does give one the feeling of being big. I'm often reminded of Althea Crome, the self-proclaimed micro-knitter who made the knits in the movie Coraline and has a whole gallery of miniature knitted art!

Mixing different weight (sizes) and colors of yarn also gives me very homemade, using what you have on hand even if it doesn't match kinda vibes, which I find fitting for both giants and tinies. They (most likely) don't have textile shops where they can get all matching bits. Or maybe they do, and that's valid, too! I'll get into more detail about that when I talk about scraps and stash eventually, but I think this post has gotten quite long enough.

If you have any more ideas or questions about this topic, and especially if you have more examples in existing g/t media that I don't know of or forgot about when writing this, please do keep the conversation going!

[arcadewonder]

the end of another winter in tartosa.

[petit-papillion]

The number 27 has always distinguished Scuderia Baldini and today, we are pleased, happy, proud to announce that Arthur Leclerc officially joins Scuderia Baldini. The Monegasque driver will join Antonio Fuoco and Davide Rigon on the simulator, will be engaged in other on-track activities for the Scuderia Ferrari and will race in the Italian Gran Turismo Endurance Championship on the Scuderia's new Ferrari 296 GT3 #27 directed by Fabio Baldini. In the next few weeks, the names of the two teammates who will support Leclerc will arrive.

Fabio Baldini: I am very proud to be able to bring Arthur to his debut with GT cars. We are excited to "debut" with the new 296 GT3, we have a lot of work to do given the double commitment. Our team has been close-knit for many years, I am very proud of it, the results achieved in ten seasons confirm this. I am convinced that we can do well, surely no one will give us anything. We are already working to support someone with Arthur, it will be a crew of three pilots and at the same time we are working for the crew of the 488. I thank our partners who have supported us for many years and have confirmed their support in 2024.

Source: instagram/scuderiabaldini

[neonthewrite]

Shoot the Breeze

I have another GT July Prompt ready! The next up was "Secret" and I'm not sure why, but I really wanted to return to our little buddy borrower Chase. Takes place directly after Lies Under Duress. Can he actually keep a secret? Let's find out ...

Forbidden Fruit Snacks | Fried Potatoes | Minnie’s Supply Run | Nailed It | Orange You Glad | Almost a Thief | Lies Under Duress

~~~

Chase put a hand over his chest, outwardly mimicking a look of offense. Inwardly, he felt like the motion was necessary to keep his heart from fluttering right out of his ribcage. Even up on the table, even with the human sitting down, he felt so small. He’d been small for so long, but it didn’t hit him quite as hard as when he was forced to compare himself to a human. He hardly believed, in moments like this, that he used to be on the same scale. The disparity had long ago prompted him and Minnie to stop calling themselves human.

They were a world apart now. The living wall before him was proof enough of that.

Against such a foe, Chase’s only weapon was talk. “Sneaking around? You make it sound so, I dunno, nefarious or something. I just wanted an orange, man. You saw how big they are to me, you saying you wouldn’t go for a, a giant orange if you had a shot at one?”

At least the guy was easy to read. His brows knitted in clear bemusement and he even had to fight a smile that tried to come over his face. That meant he wasn’t mad, at least. “Dude, you … you keep avoiding my questions. Why?”

“Well, I don’t wanna answer ‘em,” Chase shot back, for his part letting a grin settle on his face. “If I really wanted to answer a bunch of ‘Oh my god what are you’ and ‘Why do you have my stuff’ questions I’d have let some giant someone catch me sooner.”

He saw on the human’s face that he had given something away. An instant later, the man leaned forward slightly, looking closer at him, appraising something. “So you’ve been doing this a while? Stealing stuff and hiding out right in my apartment?”

Chase shrank back a bit, shoulders inching up to his ears and stomach quivering. “Wh-who said that?” he countered, quieter but trying to keep up his relaxed tone. “You’re making the assumptions anyone would make, that’s all. Not my fault people are predictable. So I tend to avoid … everyone.”

The human’s mouth twisted into a thoughtful frown. Then he leaned back in his chair again. One hand absently drummed at the edge of the table‒Chase felt every tap where he sat‒and the other dragged through his wavy brown hair. “Okay. Okay. We’re off to a weird start, little dude. We can at least agree on that, right?”

Chase’s eyebrows shot up. Did he actually convince the guy of something? “Sure, sure, I mean it’s understandable, right? But I can get out of your way shortly‒”

“Hang on,” the human interrupted, that amusement returning. “You’re not off the hook yet. But I’ll take a step back here. I’m Jacob. Nice to meet you, maybe, if you’ll tell me why you’re sneaking around in my apartment, mister …?”

Chase pursed his lips and didn’t take the bait. “So what’s your secret, Jacob? One of your parents a, what’s it called, a bulldozer? A mountain, maybe?”

Jacob sighed. He was disappointed, but not quite angry, based on the smile that still twitched at the corner of his mouth. Chase was entertaining him, which was probably a good sign. An angry human would be too much to deal with, no matter what few advantages he and Minnie had discovered since shrinking down. Keeping the guy laughing kept Chase out of worse trouble.

The human leaned his chin on his elbow, a casual stance that loomed overhead all the same. “Something like that,” he answered. Chase hadn’t expected him to roll so well with his banter, but it made him like the guy a tiny bit more, despite everything. “Got a long, storied tradition of being mountains in the family. Are you part mouse?”

Chase winced. It was a fair turn. But having his own size pointed out always came with that old sting. “Oh he’s got jokes! Low hanging fruit, dude.”

Jacob shrugged. “You can’t reach anything higher, short stuff, might as well keep things fair, right?”

Chase’s jaw dropped in a stunned grin. “Ha! Okay! You are‒you’re funny, Jacob.” Chase was surprised to find himself really meaning it. In another life, he probably would have been friends with this guy.

“Thanks. I try. But I’m still wondering what you are, little dude. And why you’re really here.”

“Why are any of us here,” Chase shot back, though his following chuckle was a bit more nervous than he wanted. Jacob, still amused, wasn’t budging. He remained looming overhead, calm as could be but putting pressure into the air all the same, and Chase still had no ideas on how to help himself. “I mean. You said it yourself. I’m just. Just a little dude. And I said it myself. I was trying to take an orange. No big secrets there.”

Jacob pondered it, and Chase watched for signs of frustration, or maybe of further amusement on that giant face. The guy had never seemed like the angry type, from what observations Chase had made of him in the past. He might be a reasonable person in most respects. Finding some miniature thief in his home could well test those limits.

“Will you at least tell me a name? I don’t want to just keep calling you ‘little guy’ or whatever else. It’s a little weird.”

“That … is a reasonable ask,” Chase admitted. He also wasn’t sure how long he could stand the nicknames, and Jacob wasn’t demanding anything. What could he possibly glean with just a name? “I’m Chase. And it’s not because I like having things coming after me. So no cat and mouse, Jake.”

That earned a bemused frown, Jacob’s brow knitting and his mouth twisting. “Noted. Don’t think that’d be necessary, seeing as I already caught ya.” He glanced away for a moment, straightening where he sat. “Listen, Chase, I don’t think this talk is over, but I didn’t expect getting a single straight answer would take that much time, and I have some other stuff I need to do today.” His focus returned to Chase and felt like a physical weight. “What are the chances you’ll still be here when I get back?”

“What? If you just leave? Zero, buddy. Are you kidding? Soon as you’re out of sight I’m gonna bounce.” Chase’s heart fluttered again, and he scolded himself inwardly. Would Jacob have believed him if he said he’d wait? Then he could just leave anyway.

“That’s what I thought,” Jacob said, that faint smile returning. His hand approached, prompting Chase to all but leap to his feet again. “C’mere.”

Chase stumbled backwards and came up with a hundred stupid lies, all running rapid fire through his head but none of them sounding like they’d even make Jacob pause and think. He was usually so good at coming up with plans, at getting by just in time.

He was all out of close calls. Jacob’s enormous hand was upon him seconds later, fingers longer than Chase was tall curling behind him, gathering him up in a grip he wouldn’t be able to see out of if Jacob closed his fist entirely. As it was, Chase had a view of the ceiling as he was hoisted all too easily off the table, like he weighed nothing. His few ounces probably didn’t feel like much at all, really. He left the table behind, and the world lurched as Jacob stepped around the furniture towards whatever goal he’d decided on.

“Waitasecond, Jacob,” Chase said, pushing against the palm he was pinned to. “I’m totally ready to talk more. Let’s chat now, about whatever you want. Let’s, what do they say, let’s ‘shoot the breeze’ or whatever.”

Jacob chuckled and it shook his hand with the noise, enough that Chase felt every bit of it. “We’ll shoot the breeze all you want, later. I gotta make an appointment. Won’t be long. You’ll be fine chilling here ‘til I get back.”

Chase, surprisingly, didn’t doubt it. He’d be unharmed, and so far Jacob held him carefully, if securely and almost entirely obscured in a hand. But he’d be trapped. He heard a cabinet open, then close. Then another. Jacob must be looking for something to trap him with.

That sting was back, with the reminder that a simple kitchen tool would be enough to trap him.

His stomach lurched as Jacob turned, maybe towards the kitchen counters. He’d found something. Chase suddenly squirmed, tried to do something to change what was about to happen. He’d been out of his depth since the human came back and found him on the counter. All because he’d wanted to one-up his sister in a made up game that didn’t matter at all now.

He opened his mouth to spout off another protest, some more fast talk to get Jacob to hesitate, keep the human distracted. As he did, the hand lowered again, far too fast and sudden, and the only sound Chase managed was a strangled yelp while his whole body flinched from the falling sensation.

He was set down quickly on the counter top, and there was a shadow looming over him. He threw his hands over his head on instinct. It meant he missed whatever it was settling down on the counter over him, though he felt it hit the surface under his kneeling posture. When he looked up, a metal dome sat over him, pocked with holes in an even pattern all around and letting in dappled light.

 A strainer. It left him in a space the size of a decently sized room. He could even stand up if he wanted and probably not reach the top of the dome if he stretched his arms.

The light changed on one side as Jacob leaned in to peer through the holes. Small, disjointed glimpses of his face loomed just outside of Chase’s prison. “Just … wait in there for a while, okay? I won’t be gone that long.”

Chase huffed and slumped in an obvious pout. “Sure, man, I’ll just. I’ll just make myself comfortable. What the god damn hell, it’s almost cozy.”

Jacob retreated again. When he answered, that smile still colored his voice. “You’ll be okay, Chase. It’s only for a little bit.”

Chase had lost his desire to argue. He was barely sure he’d actually had a whole conversation with a human over at the table, without feeling all that much danger. He certainly felt the danger now, trapped under a strainer until whenever Jacob decided to come home. Chase had felt like he might control the conversation if only he said the right words, but it hadn’t worked. He knelt in the dim lighting and listened as Jacob left the room, and eventually, the apartment itself.

“Damn. That really could have gone better.”

[evieismol]

Just realized I could get a screen reader and listen to gt stories on da and Tumblr while I knit, the future is now

[stealscars]

Tokyo’s side streets were bustling with life, the parking garage filled with the scent of burning clutches, hints of corner store booze, exhaust dust, and a combination of both humans and ghouls alike. Another thing that brings them together, finding home in the underbelly of a rebellious society, dodging the average driver and cops as they tried to make quick money with machines with more than over a million yen put into put into them.

He watches intently as girls roam about, fawning over pretty cars with sakura themed wraps, boys hooking up laptops to engine plugs to guarantee they could race tonight, people selling tanks of nos out their trunks, and the music that blared from Mazda RX-7s trying to compete against each other for who had the better sound system.

But Renji wasn’t one to engage with all these people, he’ll just scope it out, looking for a suitable competitor that he’d bet a couple hundred thousand yen against. He’ll win just as he always does, no one expects the beat up Nissan Skyline GT-R with cracked fenders and scratched rims to win, but no one cared to look under the hood upon seeing its grime filled windshields. Always assuming it was nothing more than a shit box with a mangled dream.

Then he catches it, a smell that stands out amongst it all. Eyes fall on @kuraokcmi and his eyebrows knit together. He’s quick to push himself off the hood of his money pit of a project car and walk straight to the other. Stepping up to him from behind, Renji places his hand on his shoulder and leans right into his ear.

❝ We don’t hunt here, this is how a lot of us make money to survive, so don’t mess it up. ❞ Words are barely spoken above a whisper, but his tone is stern, hints of a warning embedded within.

[unicornofgt]

alright, i have come to the decision i am keeping this blog up as an archive and leaving the gt tumblr community for the foreseeable future.

when i made my post about chamomile-g-tea’s damaging treatment of my story, gtms, my goal was to acknowledge the situation so i could hopefully move forward and restore gtms/my blog as mine again, without her influence. and while i anticipated backlash, some of the responses were just...downright disturbing. lots of comments echoed a victim-blaming sentiment that i am responsible for the emotional and creative damage done to me by another person because ‘why didn’t you just say no or tell her to stop?’ not only does this ignore the several attempts i did make to express discomfort and set boundaries—which were not respected—but even if i didn’t manage to express a ‘no’, that doesn’t make what happened ok; it doesn’t erase the year of crippling pressure and guilt i lived with and still struggle to shake daily. realizing that so many people in this community think otherwise is just...disturbing. it’s disturbing. that’s the only word i can think to use.

the response to all this does not make me feel safe being here—that’s what this situation has unfortunately showed me: that the audience i hoped to allow to view my reclaiming process would also contain the same crowd who make me feel so unsafe—and why the fuck would i let those people see something as personal as that? why would i let them see anything? it’s made me understand i can’t continue to heal myself and my writing if i am posting it for other people, especially harmful people. and even though it turned out this way, i’m glad i gave it a shot; that i made that post as an effort to see if it was even possible or worth it to restore this space—even if the answer was no! absolutely fucking not!—because it saved me from even more time spent sharing my work with people who do not respect me as a person or a creator. i’m glad i tried, however much it sucked, because it allowed me to understand: it is not just one person in this community i feel unsafe with, but a solid percentage of the community at large that i just cannot healthily engage with, and no amount of blocking will fix that.

but of course this is not the only situation that showed me this community’s true colors—the dismissive or outright aggressive response to the calling out of racism in our tropes has also been deeply disturbing. to clarify, there is no problem in identifying with and finding comfort or catharsis in problematic tropes such as the pet trope, but there is a problem with using that comfort to make others feel unsafe and speak over people of color. and the solution to this trope problem is very simple—generally apply critical thinking skills to the media you enjoy, and tag your shit properly (dead dove, particularly when the giant owner/abuser doesn’t face consequences and/or if the abused/abuser fall in ‘love’—dead dove is not actually currently used in this community, that’s the problem). but rather than taking this as an opportunity to listen and improve, it was instead used as a chance to lash out at and make clear that poc are not welcome in this community and come secondary to the feelings of white creators and readers.

over the last few years, this community has fostered and been exposed for bigotry such as terfs, ableists, racists, etc, and especially in the current political era, this is no longer a community i want to share my work with or even just lurk in. and i know on the surface this community seems progressive, but take a better look and you’ll find members of the community doing and saying…questionable things, or keeping quiet and enabling their friends who do and say questionable things because they would rather be passive and polite than be genuinely kind and compassionate through active accountability.

of course this is the risk you take interacting with any person ever—but it’s especially taxing to look around at such a small, close knit community you know is riddled with these problems and wonder if the people making innocent posts are actually harmful; if they prioritize their comfort over the safety of marginalized people, if they even see you as a full person, and for me, personally—if they are willing to overlook consent to blame you for your trauma and defend the person who inflicted it. it’s taxing to explain basic basic concepts to strangers over and over in a place that prides itself on being a safe space, where people just have fun and mentally escape from irl hardships. it’s taxing to ride out shitty, hateful treatment when you are just simply one person (voluntarily providing free services btw) with only so much energy and fucks to give. it is not worth the strain it puts on you as a person, nor is it your responsibility to sit there and accept it, and i am not the only creator in this community who feels this way. we are fucking tired.

quite simply, this is not a community i feel comfortable participating in or sharing anything with. and that’s a shame, because there are wonderful, creative and caring people here who i have enjoyed sharing this space with, and maybe someday i’ll give this community another chance, but currently it’s just not worth the time of day. and i want to make it clear: my leaving is not simply because of just one person or just one situation—that i could handle—it is the community itself that is the root problem; that continues to be harmful, in multiple contexts—that is the reason why i and several other creators are leaving for greener pastures and more enjoyable communities—or just simply for a fucking moment’s worth of peace, because lord knows you won’t find it here.

[borrowedtimeandspace]

A Learning Day

10. Ancient

From this list of gt prompts

AU: Borrowed Time (and Space)

~~~

Zepheera was usually inclined to hide when she and the Doctor landed anywhere and anytime on Earth. A lifetime of keeping a distance from human beings formed habits that were difficult to break, and that was one of them. She did trust the Doctor to shield her, but it still felt sort of wrong to be seen by humans.

That changed the day the Doctor decided to land in a small farming village in 10th-century Iceland.

There, he’d explained, she could easily pass as one of the ‘hidden people’, basically seen as elves by the locals. They were thought to be reclusive, so the Doctor walking up with one on his shoulder would surely be seen as a blessing. And indeed, they were welcomed with open arms.

Once word got around, the Doctor managed to swing a group of women to take Zepheera under their wing for the day while he wandered the village looking for ways he could repay them for their hospitality. He wondered to himself why it took him so long to think of this.

Though it was difficult, he did try to keep track of the relative passage of time for the sake of his companions. It was all too easy to let milestones fall to the wayside for time travelers. This one felt important, particularly for Zepheera, so the Doctor wracked his brain for weeks to think of something special that she would enjoy.

It finally came to him after a long talk with the borrower, and he picked up on the little details, Zepheera mentioned how she learned to sew clothes when she was young, and quite missed knitting, but it became more difficult to find decent amounts of wool all at once over time, so she’d fallen out of practice. That sparked a tickle of a memory somewhere in the dusty expanse of the Doctor’s mind, and when he was alone he followed that metaphorical thread until he had the perfect idea.

As he hoped, when he returned to find Zepheera at the end of the day, she was right in the middle of a circle of women, each working with the wool from the sheep their village raised. Two were spinning it into yarn, one concentrating on making hers as fine a thread as she could manage, while the others held up their half-made hats or socks for Zepheera to see the technique they used.

They each had what looked like large, flat sewing needles in hand, carved from wood or bone, with long bits of wool threaded through the eye. The fabric in their hands built up as they ran those needles through it and loops they held wrapped around their thumbs. When they ran out of wool, as one woman did mid-instruction, they simply broke off another piece from what the others had spun and grafted it to the one she’d been working on. The wool fibers made that part look incredibly easy to the Doctor, and he couldn’t hide his fascination watching this ancient craft in real time.

Zepheera seemed just as enthralled, to the point that she barely noticed the Doctor for a while. She’d carved her own needle since they had none small enough for her, and used the freshly spun wool that her new friends were kind enough to make. While the women were respectful of her space, they did their best to observe her work and give her pointers, happy to see that she’d picked it up fairly well.

When Zepheera finally spotted the Doctor, she perked right up. He gathered her for dinner, giving the women a very warm thanks for taking the time out of their day for this. Zepheera raised a hand high above her hand while she stood on the Doctor’s, showing off the mitten she’d been able to make over the course of the day. The Time Lord had never heard his friend speak so much all at once, and it seemed she couldn’t stop. She went on about all she’d learned, and how it would have been much harder for her to knit such mittens when all she had to work with was loose, dull pins. How this was such a brilliant idea, since one didn’t need to have a mass of wool in order to get started, and could simply add on more once it was found and gathered. 

She was in the middle of wondering why borrowers hadn’t thought of or picked up on such a useful skill sooner when the Doctor interrupted her by reaching up a finger to ruffle her short hair.

“I take it you enjoyed yourself,” he commented.

Zepheera’s look, despite the brief indignation of being poked at, said all he needed to know. It had been a while since he’d seen her deep violet eyes lit up so bright. “This was…amazing!”

The Doctor couldn’t hide a grin. In all his travels throughout time and space, it warmed his hearts to see that such a simple trip with very few bells and whistles and flashy sights could still impress his companion. That was all he’d hoped for.

“Happy birthday, Zepheera.”

~~~

If anyone's curious, what Zepheera's learning is called nalbinding, or needle-binding! It's an incredibly old craft that predates even knitting, and I think it would be an insanely useful skill for giants and tinies alike to learn, in this essay I will

[c4tchul8r]

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏:   omg   hv   u   met   ji-tae   “jt”   seol   of   the   nariza   bois   yet   ?   he’s   one   of   the   crew’s   mechanics   n   is   known   by   the   alias   STORM.   he   is   𝟯𝟭   𝘆𝗿𝘀   𝗼𝗹𝗱   n   works   @   nariza   auto.   i   heard   he   helps   out   in   the   kitchen   at   his   parents’   korean-latin restaurant   sometimes.   we   should   go   ;)   !   i   think   he   has   lived   in   miami   his   whole   life   n   hv   been   w/   the   nariza   bois   for   3   yrs.   we kno hes   been   racing   for   WAY   longer   than   that   on   his   own   tho   !   did   u   kno   he   currently   drives   a   1995   mazda   rx7   ?   he   is   one   of   the   best   drifters   in   miami   imo   but   he   barely   races   anymore   after   that   nasty   accident   :/   did they ever find out who did it ? anyway u   think   he   could   teach   me   how 2 drift   ?   heard   hes   giving   lessons   2   a   few   lucky   ppl.   btw   i   also   heard   jt   gets   in   trouble   sometimes bc   of   his   older   cousin   ...   maybe i can fix him. idk.   just   watch   out   for   him,   k   ?   ttyl   !

BASICS

full  name:   ji - tae  seol .      nickname(s):   jt .      alias:   storm ( because of his "stormy" attitude ; the ominous and thunderous rumble of jt approaching paired with his lighting speed ; one of jt's notable races turned car chase from the cops was during a storm, drifting / hydroplaning like a pro ).      age:   thirty  one .      birth  date:   feb  4th,  1976 .      birthplace:   miami,  florida .      gender  &  pronouns:   cis  man  &  he  /  him.      orientation:   bisexual  /  biromantic .      occupation:   mechanic @   nariza   auto ; financial advisor . 

mother:  cheon - sa   rodríguez  (  nee  woo,  korean - latin   fusion   restaurant  owner  )      father:  nam - jun  seol  (   divorced  &  living  in  atlanta,  corporate   lawyer  )      siblings:  older  sister named ye-rin,   two  older step  -  brothers.   notable   family:   julio   rodríguez  (  step - father,  korean - latin   fusion  restaurant  owner  )   ;   bitgaram  “bit”  woo   (  cousin,  bartender  &  right - hand  man  of  a  sportbike  gang  )

mbti:  infp  .    zodiac:  aquarius  sun  &  capricorn  moon .      positive  traits:  magnetic,  intelligent,  perceptive,  patient,   perfectionist, quick-witted,  steadfast.      negative  traits:  blasé,  critical, egotistic,  grumpy, reticent,  obstinate,   perfectionist ( lol ), willful.

current ride: 1995 mazda rx7 . first car: late 80s ford mustang gt that previously belonged to his step - father ( white w red trim ).

BACKSTORY

tw: mentions of car accidents, injury, fire.

jt   is   the   youngest   son   of   south   korean   immigrants,   his   sister   being   born   in   south   korea   before   they   moved.   his   father,   nam-jun,   moved   to   miami   because   of   his   job   as   a   corporate   lawyer.   his   mother,   cheon-sa,   stayed   at   home   to   raise   their   children;   however,   had   a   deep   passion   for   cuisine   and   befriended   many   families   throughout   their   close   -   knit   neighborhood   to   learn   about   miami   /   latino   culture   and   in   return,   they   learned   about   korea   :’)

when   jt   was   around   ten   years   old,   his   parents   experienced   a   tumultuous   divorce   after   his   father   was   caught   cheating   with   one   of   his   business   partners’   wives.   as   a   result,   jt   has   never   seen   his   father   ever   since   he   had   moved   with   this   woman   to   atlanta.   cheon-sa   had   gotten   a   hefty   sum   of   divorce   money;   however,   being   a   single   mother   in   the   late   80s   and   figuring   out   what   to   do   now   to   support   her   two   children   was   her   worst   nightmare.   thankfully,   jt’s   aunt   and   uncle   on   his   mother’s   side   had   moved   to   miami   from   washington   d.c.   to   help   out   cheon-sa   as   well   (   thus   introducing   jt’s   Bad   Influence   — bit   )

jt   and   his   older   sister,   yerin,   tried   their   best   to   support   their   mom   in   any   way   they   could.   including   finding   themselves   a   step   -   father   …   aka   julio   who   worked   part   his   family   -   owned   convenience   store   /   mechanic   shop   down   the   street   (   and   who   is   madly   in   love   with   cheon-sa   and   her   cooking   )   

rodríguez   family   stepping   into   the   family   of   three’s   life   not   only   improved   cheon-sa’s   life—letting   her   pursue   her   own   dreams   by   opening   up   a   restaurant   with   her   love   of   her   life   who   has   similar   passions—but   also   introduced   jt   to   his   passion:   cars   and   street   racing.   his   uncle,   andrés,   taught   jt   and   his   two   new   step   -   brothers   the   ins   and   outs   of   auto   mechanics   and   modifications.   andrés   in   particular   was   known   for   his   paint   customizations,   people   traveling   across   the   state   to   get   their   cars   painted   by   him.   uncle   andrés   and   julio   even   took   the   boys   (   including   jt’s   cousin   )   to   car   meets   ;   streets   lined   up   with   vintage   muscle   cars   and   modified   sports   cars

throughout   his   teenage   years,   jt   would   work   part   -   time   at   the   shop   and   at   his   parents’   booming   korean-latin   restaurant.   he’d   often   sneak   out   in   the   middle   of   the   night   with   his   cousin,   attending   car   meets   and   observing   street   races.   his   step-father,   julio,   was   aware   of   this   after   he   caught   jt   pulling   into   the   drive   way   at   three   in   the   morning   (   driving   without   a   license   mind   you   ).   as   a   step   -   father   /   son   bonding   moment,   julio   taught   jt   how   to   drive   …   including   how   to   drift   (   much   to   jt’s   mom’s   dismay   )

as   the   perfectionist   jt   is,   he   studied   through   any   media   he   could   find   in   the   90s   (   and   also   watching   a   bunch   of   races   )   on   how   to   be   the   best   of   the   best   in   miami.   his   mom   wished   he’d   use   that   brillant   mind   of   his   more   on   his   studies   though   …   

jt   had   lived   two   different   sort   of   lives   :   a   “well   -   behaved”   college   student   attending   the   university   of   miami   (   studying   finance   and   business   yawn   )   during   the   day   and   at   night   …   he   was   known   as   the   street   -   racer      “   storm   ”   that   terrorized   the   streets   of   miami

the   rodani   powlers   form   in   1999,   and   jt   is   a   few   years   fresh   out   of   graduating   college.   joining   a   “   crew   ”   doesn’t   interest   him   as   much.   preferred   to   be   on   his   own,   obtain   his   own   earnings,   and   live   comfortably   with   his   Finance   Bro   Salary   that   can   have   him   afford   all   of   his   awesome   cars   and   their   modifications   

bit   comes   and   goes   throughout   jt’s   life,   mostly   to   get   money   off   of   him   for   bail   or   some   how   rope   jt   in   to   some   trouble   at   a   club   or   some   yacht   party.   bit   gets   involved   with   a   sportsbike   gang   that   does   the   bidding   for   an   influencial   miami   drug   dealer   (   who   messes   with   the   street   racers   quite   often   )

jt   is   starting   to   become   more   intertwined   with   his   true   passion   of   automechanics   and   street   -   racing,   caring   less   and   less   about   his   Comfy   Finance   Bro   life.   he   is   starting   to   gain   real   notoriety   on   the   miami   streets   for   his   impeccable   racing   record.   jt   even   sees   his   influence   as   the   drifting   scene   begins   to   grow   in   the   city   and   the   impending   separation   of   the   rodani   prowlers   that   forms   the   nariza   bois.   more   aligned   with   the   new   crew’s   mentality   and   impressed   with   their   talents   (   and   lowkey   Lonley   )   jt   is   convinced   to   be   on   the   nariza   bois   roster,   truly   pissing   off   the   rodani   prowlers   who   have   been   trying   to   get   jt   on   their   side   for   years.   

jt   is   a   street   racer   for   the   nariza   bois   for   about   a   year   and   a   half.   he   quits   his   day   job,   becoming   a   mechanic   at   nariza   auto   and   helping   with   the   accounting   /   finances   for   his   parents’   restaurant   (   that   his   sister   is   beginning   to   inherit   ),   before   his   notorious   accident.  

jt   and   bit   have   a   bit   of   a   falling   out   due   to   jt’s   involvement   with   the   street   -   racing   crew   (   and   delicning   the   invitation   to   join   the   drug   dealer’s   gang   )   and   in   retaliation,   bit   and   the   bikers   sabotage   jt’s   toyota   supra   in   an   attempt   to   scare   him   to   join.   one   night,   jt   was   in   the   middle   of   a   race   when   his   beloved   supra   malfunctioned   and   next   thing   jt   knew,   it   was   crushed   and   up   in   flames.   he   was   being   carted   away   by   paramedics,   barely   conscious   and   losing   quite   a   lot   of   blood.   jt   doesn’t   know   it   was   bit’s   doing   (   no   one   knows   to   this   day   …   was   it   the   rodani   prowlers   ?   was   it   truly   an   accident   ?   was   it   another   racer   that   jt   had   pissed   off   in   the   past   ?   was   it   his   annoying   cousin   ?   ),   still   being   unwillingly   roped   in   his   cousin’s   antics   to   this   day.   hey,   at   least   he   has   a   badass   eyebrow   scar   now   !

since   then,   jt   was   taken   off   the   street   -   racing   roster   (   for   his   own   protection   by   his   newfound   family   )   and   became   more   behind   the   scenes   figure   for   the   nariza   bois.   he   also   has   put   his   knowledge   of   auto   mechanics   and   modifications   to   good   use   at   nariza   auto.   jt   does   have   ptsd   from   that   night   and   has   not   officially   raced   since   then;   however,   his   talents   behind   the   wheel   have   not   dwindled   one   bit.  

WANTED CONNECTIONS

rodani crew members that have been affiliated w the crew for quite some time ( even since its inception in 1999 ) that tried to get jt onto their crew / jt was a constant pain in their side being unaffiliated to anyone and stubbornly refusing any offers

Spicy plots :eyes: love me some current Situationships ( and exs )

customers that frequent his parents restaurant and try to embarrass the Renown Drifter Storm in front of his eomma

anyone want drifting lessons ?? u may have to beg jt :/

drinking buddies / club goers ( jt loves to drink and dance esp to some 00s house music )

people who were there that day when jt had his accident ( rip his gold toyota supra mk 4 )

[krispycandymoon]

Sul sul!

Bien, esto ha tardado un tiempo, pero por fin tuve la suficiente energía para subir este rubor para los neonatos, encuentro que la forma en la que son ahora las texturas dan como resultado un bebe muy pálido, después de pensarlo mucho me di cuenta que podía incluir el rubor en sus peleles así que fui por este largo camino de incluirlo en cada muestra de ropa. están separados según el complemento al que pertenecen así que usa solo los que tienes!

Default- Juego Base

KN- Portentos del Punto (en ellos he agregado unos pequeños calcetines a cada pelele, me pareció mas lindo así n_n)

GT- Creciendo Juntos

GTW- A Trabajar!

DESCARGA

Sul Sul!

Ok this has taken a while but I finally had enough energy to upload this blush for newborns, I find that the way the textures are now results in a very pale baby, after much thought I realized that she could include blush in her onesie so I went this long way of including it in every clothing. They are separated according to the expansion they belong to so only use the ones you have!

Default- Base Game

KN- Nifty Knitting (in them I have added some small socks to each onesie, I thought it was cuter that way n_n)

GT- Growing Together

GTW- Get to work!

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[wastelandimperiatrix]

I’ve been wanting to make this post for years now. It’s never easy admitting the past, nor your own part in it. But I suppose it’s finally time to be honest, and to tell my own side of this deeply, deeply fucked up story.

Not gonna lie, I’ve been terrified of writing this out, not only for my own safety – but also for the safety and peace of the people I love and care deeply about. I didn’t want any harm to come to anyone, and I sought to protect myself in the process.

I was part of the Gallifreyan Tradition Society, the notorious Doctor Who cult. There was also a time where I was the face of the cult – President Romana, who burned out after 3 months and ran.

I didn’t join the Gallifreyan Tradition officially, until late 2016. I was living with my parents at the time, and was with my (long distance, at the time) partner. But I had known it’s leader, Cass since at least 2014/15. We talked a lot back then about fictionkin, otherkin, and other things. They had initially invited me to join, but I had declined at first, wanting to keep a distance (I am for the most part a very private person).

There’s a lot of tangled memories, and a lot of memory loss regarding the situation. I was introduced to (REDACTED), a younger member who had claimed to have been my son in a past life, the son of Romanadvoratrelundar, and the Doctor. We became very close, but I couldn’t always be there for him, and Cass frequently used that bond to guilt me. I kept my distance for my own safety, and out of the blue one day, he messaged me saying that Cass, her partner Tau? and a few others??? were pissed off at me, which was confusing as I didn't really know what was going on.

During that time in my life, I was going through my first round of intense EMDR trauma therapy, and this would lead to learning that I am plural. This was an incredibly difficult time in my life, where I had ended up dropping out of high school due to the pressure, as well as dealing with law enforcement. I’d rather keep the details private – suffice to say, it was hell on earth for us.

2016, after moving to a new town, having my life uprooted and displaced, I joined the Gallifreyan Tradition. I was welcomed with open arms. In those days, it was small – almost too small. It felt like a friend group at first, with everyone having one thing in common – we were fictionkin, or otherwise.

(Side note, I no longer identify as fictionkin, or in the otherkin community, what I DO identify as, is not anyone public's business, and as such, I would rather people refrain from assigning any labels to me)

After a few weeks, I was invited to sit in on the Council – a group of tight knit people, who oversaw the whole chat group. I accepted, because at the time I had no one, and they were usually awake during the hours I was awake (I had been working night-shift at the time).

This time period is a bit of a blur, but around May 2017, I was kicked out of my parents home, and was effectively jobless, as well as homeless. I fled town, and went to stay with my partner, a couple hours away.

During this time period, I had become more embroiled into the cult, and my responsibilities were growing. I was assumed to take part in more official meetings, and during this time period, Cass had given the presidency over to HIY. They weren’t happy about it though, and my partner and I were frequently involved in their vent sessions, and I had supported them as much as I could at the time.

Cass had been telling me about wanting to cast out HIY from GT, saying that they were a terrible influence, and that they weren't doing anything right, they were a horrible person, etc. Which, seemed deeply confusing, as I didn’t understand why they nominated them to be President in the first place if they had such strong negative feelings about them.

My mental health was in a severe decline during this time, and I had been having episodes of psychosis, dissociation, and dissociative amnesia. I had become even more in over my head. Around October, I had attempted suicide, and had to be revived in hospital, and came home a few days later Cass had messaged my partner with a lot of 'concern' during the situation.

When I had come home, I was bed bound for weeks. During the time I was bed bound, I was incredibly weak and in and out of consciousness rapidly. My partner was caring for me at the time, and I don't remember much. This is when Cass...coerced? me into challenging HIY for the Presidency. Which I did, and won. HIY left, and I was at the helm barely recovered from a severe overdose. I wouldn’t fully recover until around February of 2018.

Cass assured me that I could do nothing wrong, that I was meant to be President, and that I would bring a new "golden age" into GT. I will say that I was happy and proud to be President, it made me feel like I could do something good for the world, and myself. I had tried to hone in on more fandom oriented group related things, like a compilation zine, more community events like watch alongs, and card games. I was online all the time, making sure everyone was alright, running the server, making sure everyone met for council, etc. I had some past experience with server modding, so it wasn't too bad in the beginning, but the real hand behind everything was still Cass. Always Cass. I now suspect they chose me to take over the Presidency because I was easier to manipulate than HIY.

Then trouble came, in early January Cassandra messaged the Council, alerting them to the fact that HIY was 'stealing' their art. This came just after I had proposed a treaty between the two groups, in hopes of uniting them (and at least quashing the beef between us) I never understood it in the first place. There was to be a chat with all of us, but Cass had riled me up into an angry frenzy thinking that we had been done the severest dirty, that was as bad as treason. The chat came, and I couldn't even think straight and ended up leaving in a rage. I collapsed after this from stress. It felt like a farce.

My duties were lessened, due to my weak constitution, and I have barely any memory of anything that went on at this time. It was January. After a few weeks, my partner and I left their parent’s house, as it wasn’t safe for us, with my mental and physical health deteriorating severely, I couldn’t work anymore. We went to stay with my aunt, on the condition that we would be out of her house in 3 months while we prepared to get a place of our own, jobs, basically starting our life.

This made it impossible for me to handle the responsibility of being President, and Cass had begun to get frustrated with me, as I was a lot busier with my time, and couldn't devote my all to GT anymore.

So I resigned, it was an easy choice for me. I was burnt out, homeless, unsteady, and recovering from a lot of abuse (and regaining repressed memories) I named (CENSORED) my successor, and left with my partner in tow. I was also upset with Cass at the time, because they had called me a "New Age Self-Help Guru" for telling them that their art won't improve unless they practice consistently, and that a positive mindset is important for recovery. They never apologized to me for this, they pretty much ghosted me, refused to acknowledge the work I had done for GT, despite all the shit and pain I had gone through for years at that point.

And that’s my part in this. It feels good to finally get it off my chest, and I hope through this I can finally move on – I’ve been afraid for years, due to the amount of harassment I witnessed – I feared that I would be on the receiving end of it myself. At this point, I’m trying to move on – to heal, to learn, and to grow. I hope that with this, I can finally let go of this fucking awful period of my life.

If I had hurt you during my time in the Gallifreyan Tradition, I am sorry. If you knew me back then, you would know that I tried so fucking hard. I wanted to be there for everyone, but I couldn’t even be there for myself, I hope you can forgive my actions, my absence, and my cowardice. I am learning to forgive them in myself.

If you have any questions, I can try to answer them, but I can’t promise anything coherent, as I said I do have a lot of memory gaps from this time. I will not answer any questions as to my identity, nor anything related to fictionkin, otherkin, or plurality. My experiences are purely my own and I wish to keep it that way.

[giant-tiny-fiber-friends]

hi i just wanted to say im SO HAPPY to find ur blog!!

sincerely,

a knitter/crocheter who loves gt

Hi! Glad you made your way here, too!

It's been fun to find that there are indeed other people interested in this topic. Hoping to see this little community grow as more people find their way here!

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Autumn asks, yes? YES.

Pinecone - are you crafty?

Rain - favorite type of weather?

Tea - what's something that soothes you?

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Yay!

Thank you so much for these Adira ❤️

Pinecone - are you crafty?

I wish I was 🙈 I mean, I sort of am but at the same time I’m not if that makes sense.

I can plan and design 3D stuff with our tiny printer, but doing old-school arts and crafts is something I’m definitely not good at. Also I can’t knit or crochet or anything like that (blame it on the third year teacher who decided that teaching left-handed kids how to do things like knitting was below her pay grade. She made no secret about it too. Scars for life).

But I am crafty in the kitchen and baking, so I hope that counts for something!

Rain - favorite type of weather?

Living in a place where it’s cold and dark for a good portion of the year, there is nothing like a warm and sunny day. Or warm and dark evening when I can light candles and sit outside and still be warm.

I do love those moments after rain has fallen also, the scent of rain still in my nostrils.

Tea - what’s something that soothes you?

This is going to sound so cliched but being wrapped in a blanket with a beverage (tea or cocoa, or a good GT), reading something good with no other sounds around me is something my brain craves to soothe myself.

My life is full of sounds and movement, so to be able to just sit down and be is something very soothing for me. It helps me to wind down and let go of the stress of the day.

Autumn Asks

[evieismol]

hi gt community!! I have a question for yall…so im super into crafting and especially making my own clothes/accessories and I was thinking trying to make like borrower-core stuff would be really cute. I have a shawl with a giant homemade polymer clay button on it but beyond that i’m struggling to come up with ideas so obviously i thought i’d see if anyone has any fun concepts on here!

Im happy to post completed images (as well as give u credit for ideas however u want if i end up doing it). I currently have a sewing machine (but no serger anymore so little limited on being able to sew stretchy fabrics easily), polymer clay, and knitting and crochet supplies. And also way too much audacity for my hobbyist skill level