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solarpunkani · 4 months
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sometimes spite is a powerful motivator and today its motivating me to crochet
long story short I saw a cool bag on pinterest while I was looking for crochet patterns but there was no fucking pattern but one of my friends found a pattern for a similar but not quite bag so I watched an hour long video, transcribed it into text, and am now gonna make a wholeass backpack just because Sunflower Vibe
Wish me luck I guess
Also this is the bag
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obsob · 1 year
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big man...why is he so big...(hes full of love)
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daily-hanamura · 8 months
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royalarchivist · 3 months
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Pac: I don't know what to say- Bagi, I'm so sorry. It's not your fault, you know? We can revenge, you know? We can make a revenge.
Fit: Yeah. We'll make them pay.
Bagi: I will destroy this place, Pac. I will go back to the fcking Purgatory. I'm going to kill all of them. All of them.
Pac: I know, I know how you feel. I know words don't help much, but - We got your back, you know? [...] We're gonna revenge Empanada. We gonna make them pay.
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[ Full Transcript ↓ ]
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Pac: I don't know what to say- Bagi, I'm so sorry. It's not your fault, you know? If we- if you wanna- we can make- we can revenge, you know? We can make a revenge.
Fit: Yeah. We'll make them pay.
Bagi: I will destroy this place, Pac. I will go back to the fcking Purgatory. I'm going to kill all of them. All of them.
Pac: I know, I know- I know how you f- like, how you feel. I know words don't help much, but - We got your back, you know?
[Ramon hugs Bagi]
Pac: Yeah, a hug.
Bagi: Thank you, Ramon.
Pac: Everything's gonna be okay.
Fit: Yeah, we're in this together.
Pac: Yeah.
Bagi: I'm going to find the fcking Luffy.
Pac: How can we find him?
Bagi: We can, Pac. We can. I found him once, I will find him twice.
Pac: I'm sure you're going to find it.
Ramon: and we'll help u
Pac: Yeah. Exactly, Ramon. Anything you need.
Bagi: Thank you. [Sighs] Dammit. You know, I- I hope Cellbit is still in Purgatory and is killing all of those fckers. All of them.
Pac: No, yeah, me too... If he was here, he would- well, you know... He would also help.
Bagi: I actually hope Cellbit is still a cannibal to eat all of those fckers after killing them.
Pac: I hope too, you know, and he's probably still -
Bagi: God dammit!
Fit: Mhmm.
Pac: Yeah, no, he- We gonna- we're gonna revenge Empanada. We gonna make them pay.
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amphibianaday · 3 months
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day 1517
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arcanegifs · 1 year
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"Pardon us, if we aren't quite so refined as you, milady. What are you even doing here, Kiramman? Don't you have a cocktail party to attend?"
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niftukkun · 9 days
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Girls Night Out: Trial by Combat
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tomatoart · 2 years
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unregistered hypercam 2
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skyloftian-nutcase · 3 months
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Wolf Link wants everyone to share easy recipes so we can all make sure we eat! Uli will ensure the house doesn’t burn to the ground 👍🏻
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blighted-elf · 7 months
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Didn't see anyone post the first Bloodlines 2 dev diary since TCR took over development, so here's the link to the full diary, and couple parts I found particularly interesting.
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raineandsky · 3 months
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#86
Being a hero is stressful. That much is common knowledge. How a hero goes about unwinding from said stress is a mystery no one has yet figured out.
The hero settles in one of the little chairs in the circle. The man next to her gives her a light nudge. “Let’s see what you made this week, then.”
The hero reaches into her bag to show off her latest stress relief—a giant blanket, knitted in the downtime between jobs, sporting a rainbow of colours in bright streaks across its face. Everyone oohs and ahhs appropriately before the rest of the circle gets to showing off their own creations.
It’s been nice to have a place that isn’t entirely consumed by work, the hero thinks as she nods approvingly at someone’s mug cosy. No worrying about tomorrow, no wondering where the villains might be.
Her gaze flits to the next person in line to show something off, and her heart momentarily stops as she meets her eye. At least she doesn’t have to worry about the latter of her thoughts right now.
What the hell is the villain doing at the hero’s weekly knitting club?
“Go on,” the woman next to the villain prompts. The villain huffs and makes a show of it, but she pulls out a cardigan with a ghost of a pleased smirk.
The hero only realised why she’s so self-satisfied when she catches herself gaping in awe. The villain’s little cardigan is elaborate in pattern, swooping waves lining its shoulders. The yarns meld together in a perfect cacophony of colour. It’s amazing, more amazing than anything the hero could do.
The villain soaks in the praise with a humble nod before setting her gaze on the hero. It probably looks hopeful to anyone else, but the hero can see the glitter of arrogance in her eye. Go on, the villain’s practically saying, tell me how great I am.
“It’s nice,” the hero says through gritted teeth, and the villain’s smile turns humoured.
The hero can’t leave fast enough. Everyone else is packing their projects away. The hero’s blanket gets folded thankfully easily and she’s out the door before anyone can stop her.
Fine. A new project. Something to advance her skills and show the villain that she’s not the hot shit she thinks she is.
It takes all week. The hero holds her jumper up to show the group. The villain raises her eyebrows from across the circle.
“Inspired by another knitter here,” the hero says with what could almost be sarcasm, and the villain snorts a poorly contained laugh.
The villain shows off her creation. A pair of mittens, the patterns lacy and the colours bright. The hero scowls. Pissed doesn’t describe the feeling.
Next week. A layered scarf from the hero. The villain wins everyone’s affections with a tiny knitted elephant. “For my niece’s birthday,” the villain says innocently. “She loves them.”
Leaving is becoming more of a race with each passing week. “Keep trying,” the villain comments brightly before the hero can escape. “You’ve plenty of room to improve.”
The hero considers strangling the villain with her scarf.
The hero settles at her computer that evening with a scowl and a cup of hot chocolate, mentally prepared to prowl the internet for several hours for ideas on how to one-up the villain. It’s madness. She’s meant to be out there kicking the villain’s ass, and here she is trying to out-knit her.
It’s been three weeks, and she’s only just realising that her stress-relieving hobby is suddenly a lot more stress-inducing.
“Fuck,” she hisses outloud, and she momentarily considers the idea of knitting the word into a coaster for the villain too.
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hellsite-hall-of-fame · 8 months
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umm so fun thing- an anon was mean again, but this one affected me more than normal for some reason, sooo I shall post less ✨personality✨ here bc pain, soooo pls follow @the-curators-bullshit for hhof personality. thank you and goodnight lol
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daily-hanamura · 7 months
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front-facing-pokemon · 9 months
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breezypunk · 5 months
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🍂 their favorite time of the year. 🍂 
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cirrus-grey · 3 months
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Knowing they had an actual live orchestra to record the violin parts in the audio is just-
God, chills. Genuine chills.
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