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nonnydog · 2 years ago

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…i always forget that yokohama is a PORT city. Like, near the coast. I wonder if the port mafia and ada do beach trips.

double black, a rare moment of peace

#Also: how do they all manage to wear so many fashionable layers in that heat/humidity.#Like Chuuya has an overcoat bolero vest AND shirt. Bro’s temperature regulation is inhuman #yes. i did say that #no one say anything #also #i feel like there’s a lot of joke potential with dazai “mackeral” osamu and fishing #i love this art sm.#op rlly captured the soothing vibes #skk #soukoku #bsd #stormbringer spoilers #technically in the tags

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halebop-s-art · 6 months ago

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The diagram for the classic Origami Goat, with a twist to make its horns curve ! It's from this video by by Origami Word, but it seems to be a pretty old/intemporal design that a lot of people have made. I could not find a diagram online so I made one.

(If you make her in yellow/orangy-yellow, then decorate her with red ribbons, you can make your own origami gävlebocken ! )

#She'll be about a third of the size of the original paper #origami diagram #gävlebocken #origami goat #origami #gavlebocken #fun fact that not a lot of people might know : gälvebocken only refers to the goat of the city of Gälve !#however lil goats made of straws are a classic -around christmas- ornament/decoration - especially in northern europe/scandinavian countries #and they're called julbocken !#so yeah technically your little goat can be decorated as a julbocken *like* the gävlebocken is ^^#(but i put that into the gävlebocken tag because i felt like people might want to know they can make a flammable origami of the gävlebocken)

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aluminumneedles · 7 months ago

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I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.