#possum in sweater

[keiitopop]

threw together a new reference for knox because... it was Very Much Needed!!!

[shiftythrifting]

NEW in the ShopShifty store this month: Knitwear!

We started adding some popular designs, more are coming next week! Some sizes are back ordered because these are really popular for the holiday season.

We also have a special pre-order for our next run of limited edition pins!

[scrappy-possum]

(good grief it been a while......)

anyway hi im not dead

heard it was a special bee's birthday (@realizinau )

so i opened ms paint and doodled this real fast

he put his knitting skillz to use and made a cute sweater :)

the next challange however is giving it to Bailee

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

ralph stimboard for our fictive of him :}

dont tag as me/irl/kin !!!!

[ 🌿 🐭 🌿 | 🐭 🌿 🐭 | 🌿 🐭 🌿 ]

[riddlerbrandautism]

Possum stimboard

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[awayforanera]

Currently plotting my pattern for my next sweater. This is the first batch of swatches where I’m trying to figure out my stripe pattern for the body.

I like the top stripe the most but I don’t think I’ll have fun carrying my grey yarn or snipping it every row since I’m planning on knitting flat.

I have another test to do but I think I’ll go with the zigzag.

[a-possums-journal]

i like,,,,,, battl cta,,,,,

so i made her red/alien colored :3

[smollnias]

guess whose idea was this

[luciaeverblack]

Every day is a good day because I'm gay!

[nayuki-rn]

Sippy

[shiftythrifting]

Our whole store is on sale for the holiday weekend, now thru Monday night! Thank you for supporting our indie queer disabled nonsense for another year!

[lord-box-possum]

I've been knitting so much and it's great but also omg I cannot do math omg please no save me

[bernie-jsyk]

my husband (straight, cis) told me (bisexual, genderqueer) that my outfit was "so gay" and i feel SEEN and LOVED

[ryanna-designs]

The dark background verison of my little scrungly guy! Feel free to take a look at the different items available on my Redbubble!

(via "Opossum - Live Fast, Eat Trash - White Words" Bucket Hat for Sale by RyannaDesigns)

[mallowmaenad]

6'3" Underweight Trans Girl With Eyebags whose wearing an Oversized Black Sweater: I recently remembered all of my past lives. Most of it was spent as various plant life and fungi in the same twenty foot radius in a forest by a rural interstate route until a robin ate the seed containing my soul and flew to another forest where I reincarnated as her child. I would then die a tragic death at a young age to a local fox where I'd live a long life as her kit and eventually die of old age, I then spent several generations as various plant life and fungi in that forest which was eventually destroyed by industry.

I was a tree during that time and my plant fibers were processed to manufacture paper used to make a sticker placed on an orange whose peel was placed in a compost bin, eventually leading me to the dark yet decadent life of a worm until I then eventually expired and awoke as a tomato plant in the care of a kindly older woman, it is that life whose memories I treasure the most.

She was a very skilled and warm woman, and many of my cycles afterwards were spent as my own kin in generations of tomato plants in a blink of an eye. One day she took me into her car in a pot, I remember how she spoke to me. At the time she had named me Reynolds, she had set into a trend of naming me after Hollywood actors she found attractive. It was the day before her daughter's birthday and I was to be her gift, I could not feel bittersweet about this a the time, because I was a tomato plant.

She buckled me into the back seat of a car as if I was a child of her own and drove down a rural interstate route, illuminating the black sea of the night sky with her headlights as the shadows seemed to drown out anything but us. A deer with bone wasting disease stood in the road like a grim reaper, white eyes shining as her aching foot tried to react in time on the break peddle.

The two embraced in a bloody collision, I remember the deer in its last moments weakly nibbling at her flesh as they both bled out in an agony they were ignorant to, I wilted and died in that car along with her and that deer, I do not know what the journey of my soul was like, but my next life was as a patch of semi-feral grass on the side of a similar road caught in the mouth of a possum eating a partially full discarded box of Wendy's fries who was then promptly turned into road kill, when the day was new a burly Appalachian man whose stern demeanor hid a soft heart would legally and cleanly collect the cadaver and break it down, using the remains for a meal some yuppies would find ghastly. This man was my father- or rather my father in this cycle of life.

I know in my heart of hearts that you were that old woman who nurtured me so many times as her beloved tomato plants, you had the rare privilege to live your life as an incinerator at a crematorium, but the march of technology and nut after bolt you grew broken, a death by a thousand cuts, a death by a thousand bodies. Your massive metal cadaver was melted down over time, the raw materials eventually finding itself to a factory that manufactured bullets, a life of darkness in a cardboard prison only to be shunted into a pistol's magazine... your entire existence is interesting, stretching the meaning of what it means to be eaten and to live. The meek 24 year old boy thought nobody would mourn him when he was gone, you lived as an amorphous patch of greenery ahead of his grave stone.

A curious thing would happen during a visit to this boy's grave, his childhood dog either in embarrassing coincidence or a moment of sentience began to dig at where the body was, being wrenched back as it began to desperately sink his teeth into the soil, ripping you asunder. Almost as divine penance, you lived your next life as a member of this dog's litter, you'd be named after the boy, despite being a girl. Maybe the dog was given some precognition and wanted to eat the boy and take his soul into its mouth to get her the life she always wanted. You were unfortunately born with a chronic condition that led you to a young death, the girl's mother crying just as hard after the vet put you down. You were buried lovingly in her back yard where you became a tomato plant, your same mother not being as much of a green thumb as mine but she devoured your fruits all the same, eventually giving birth to another meek boy after growing pregnant during the time when your last tomato was picked off your wilted stem. I have pursued you since that day with my whole body and spirit, one part unintentional one part in this moment of enlightenment. I love you, and I will love you for the rest of forever.

Trans girl who dropped out of high school to make Hello Kitty breakcore who has her girlfriend's dick in her mouth and is high as fuck right now: Waash dat?

Their shared girlfriend sitting across from them playing Wario Land Shake It on her modded Wii U: Was I the deer with bone wasting disease?

6'3" Underweight Trans Girl: ... Yeah...