edgeworth and gumshoe work so well as a duo because detective gumshoe needs someone to do his job for him and edgeworth needs Complete Control over All situations at All times and also a hype-man lest his self-loathing takes over and he becomes completely incapacitated
shout out to everyone who has trouble identifying their emotions. who struggle putting their thoughts into words. who have a hard time communicating what's wrong because their thoughts are more like abstract concepts than anything tangible. who take hours or even days to approach issues because you werent even aware you were upset to begin with, or even understood what was wrong.
[ID: four gifs of a spinning vinyl that has been painted with a zoetrope pattern, so that when it spins it creates the effect of the design moving. this disc shows lily pads spiralling outwards from the center and off the edge of a waterfall at the rim of the vinyl, painted in shades of turquoise and pink.]
OCD will literally remove your brain's ability to register when a task is Complete and then create 10,000 incredibly ridiculous and extremely specific rules for you to follow in every single aspect of your life (to keep you safe, of course, it tells you.) and then tells you that if you don’t do them Correctly and Completely every single time it tells you to (it tells you countless times per day) then the Entire Fucking World Will End and then it’ll do this fucked up thing where it makes you believe that nonsense.
and then people that don’t have it will make silly little jokes about being soooooo OCD and make t-shirts with fun little acronyms on them like Obsessive Coffee Disorder and tell you how much they like it when things are organized and clean, too!!
and then you’re supposed to just. laugh. like you haven’t been robbed of your entire being and potential and been taken over by a mind and life altering disability
Make a loop near the yarn end. (I have the tail under the loop here, but I don’t think this is vital.)
Using a crochet hook, *chain one into the loop with the working yarn. (The first chain looks the worst, having no firm structure yet, but only temporarily.)
Chain one into the new chain stitch. Leave the stitch on the crochet hook and continue.*
Repeat * to * until you have the number of stitches you need.
Transfer stitches to DPNs (or another knitting needle as called fro by whatever you’re working on; sometimes I use this cast-on as a really short/gathered cast-on for flat knitting, and in those cases, the pattern instructions will call for you to work flat).
Incidentally, this step can be made much easier if you’ve got crochet hooks that are built like a straight smooth stick, with no ergonomics or ornamentation—you can just slide the stitches off the non-hooked end to transfer to the relevant needle.
Once that’s done, pull the tail drawstring-style (be kind of gentle with a delicate yarn) to draw the center together, and you’ve got a nice beginning for work from the center out!
(I’m going to pull mine apart. You may be able to see why. It’s completely unfinished yarn, but it’s been on the bobbin so long the twist is pretty inert.)
Do you hear that? Salvation in the rumbling of a train car.
No, alas, it is but a dream.
Currently having a breakdown because ‘Salvation’ became the ‘Oldest Dream’ and the amount of thought that thing took up.
Just. Salvation being something everyone ‘dreams’ about, something always out of reach in a space only the loneliest people have the imagination to fathom. Something existing as a hope, a dream, in a dying endlessness so that life could go on without it. Existing as a hope that would be torn from the skies if its companions could write their own ending. The dream living on the hopes of a house, lived in, loved in. A salvation that could never dream its own happiness. A dream that could never speak up and ask for its own salvation.
The dream becomes real. The dream of Salvation lives only for a moment in comparison to eternity. Upon the epilogue, it becomes a dream once more.