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idk who needs to hear this but if you knit or crochet you do not need to stress about it all of the time. that defeats the purpose of having a hobby. yes sometimes i do projects that require learning new stitches and making several runs to the craft store and searching for a specific brand of yarn and counting stitches and recounting stitches. but i also have a blanket that i call my "idgaf blanket" and it's literally just a giant gloriously repetitive chain stitch blanket made of a conglomeration of whatever yarn i happen to have scraps of. my rules are no undoing for dropped stitches, no overthinking color patterns. for just this one project, i simply crochet it because i like the feeling of crocheting. sometimes i just need to work on my idgaf blanket and that's okay and when it's done i'm sure i'll appreciate it a lot more simply because it never gave me anxiety



Mushroom Fable Crochet on Etsy








The Mage-Moths (Magitineus sophonti) are a race of sophont anthrosects native to the deep temperate forests in the heartland of the Sunken Continent. Mage-moths are reclusive yet peaceful tree dwellers who make their settlements in the branches of the forest understory. Their housing, tools, and apparel are most often made from the bark and foliage of the leatherleaf tree and the silk of their children. The mages of their tribe are a respected guild who are prized for their prowess as lorekeepers as well as their extra-dimensional manipulation abilities.
An excerpt from an interview with Star-Crashing-From-The-Sky, Mage of the Westwoods Eclipse, and her apprentice/creche-son, Shadows-Under-The-Maple:
"Many are the peoples who dwell in this Land Between the Inner and Outer Reaches. Running and flying, crawling and swimming, awakened and unawakened -- they are all one and beloved under the eye of the Inner Sun. Come, dear stranger, come away with me a while. For the night is flying on, and I should love to share this wind with you."
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I literally don't learn from my mistakes.



finished my ant jumper!!


A surface bounded by four interlocking "triangular" loops, made with Shiying Dong's seamless topological crochet method



Crochet Koi // Do Knot Disturb Co


The silver lily moonwalker (Lunambulans argenti) is a large insectoflorid native to the cold steppe of the Sunken Continent. Moonwalkers spent most of their lives buried up to their shoulders in mud or sandy soils in loose, semi-social groups known as bouquets. It displays a distinctly heliotropic behavior with its facial disk constantly trained on the sun through the course of the day. For approximately one week around the full moon, entire bouquets will travel by night to find new and more fertile rooting grounds.
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Bark Backpack Pattern // Whymsi Row
just a lil guy



Crochet Eye Sweater by CarolineMoorenc

Y’ALL STFU AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT I DESIGNED IN 3 DAYS IN A FUGUE STATE
Final edit:
Patterns live now

finishing touches 🧶
Someone anonymously messaged me to tell me that writing about detrans folks makes me a traitor to trans people, because all detrans people want to push conversion therapy on us and forcibly detransition us.
That’s precisely the kind of narrative that ends up pushing detransitioners into the arms of TERFs and the religious far-right.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with detransitioning. Sometimes people realize that transitioning no longer suits them, or never really did. And that’s fine.
When we systematically push them away regardless of their politics, we make people feel like the only places they can get support are among transphobes. That’s not a good thing. Building de/trans solidarity is an critical tool for disarming anti-trans movements.
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
Trying to heal from all the shit you went through as a kid in your 20s while also trying to be a functional adult feels fucking impossible


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