I’d really like to make more of these patches for you guys, possibly even have them available at ATLANTALE but Im not even sure if anyone out there aside from me enjoys them. So this is a test sale to see if there is even a public interest in such a thing…
The fabric patches are machine washable, wear quite well and in my opinion look pretty bad ass in the style of classic grudge punk band patches. Attachable by safety pin to just about anything, or if you choose sew them on for a more permanent accessory!
Each patch is 100% hand made by me, From cutting the stencil, painting, to machine stitching along the outside edges- meaning each one is one of a kind and no two look quite alike.
☆I have 5 of each patch available.
THAT IS ALL THERE EVER WILL BE, WHEN THESE 5 ARE GONE I WILL NOT RECUT THESE STENCILS!
The Swapfell Sans is roughly 5′ at the widest point
the Underfell Papyrus patch is roughly 6′x6′
The Undertale Bros is 4.5′x7′
12$USD For one, 2 for 22$USD or all 3 for 30$USD!
IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN PURCHASING:
MESSAGE ME, INCLUDING YOUR EMAIL AND WHAT PATCHES YOU WANT.
“X is as important as Y!!! X deserves the same amount of support/content/exposure Y has!!!”
Then go and do it. Start it yourself.
Give X exposure. Make content for X. Support X. Take care of X. Love X.
If you think X is under-rated for any reason, then go out there and give it what it deserves.
But for the love of god stop using that ^^^^ shitty formula for guilt tripping people and creating a disgusting antagonizing comparison because you know what? Some people might not be interested in X not because of some localized social or moral prejudice, sometimes people are not interested in things just because; and they are neutral about those things, no more no less. Sometimes people can also like both Y and X but Y more because people happen to like things in different degrees (unbelievable right?).
What you gain from using this mindset ^^^^ is that people who are into Y will now naturally antagonize X to the object of their interest/affection and now they’re not neutral anymore, you just won people that will now actively or passively go against X.
The queen called a huntsman, and said, “Take the child away into the forest. I will no longer have her in my sight. Kill her, and bring me back her lung and liver as a token.” The huntsman obeyed, and took her away but when he had drawn his knife, and was about to pierce Snow White’s innocent heart, she began to weep, and said, “Ah dear huntsman, leave me my life. I will run away into the wild forest, and never come home again.” And as she was so beautiful the huntsman had pity on her and said, “Run away, then, you poor child.”
I’m an inorganic synthetic chemist who specializes in a few heavy metals and a specific type of structure using different flexible ligands (I’m afraid I can’t be less vague; my research is specialized enough that it would be rather identifiable).
In general, I design molecules with my metal/ligand components and synthesize (or attempt to synthesize) them in lab. I then work the compounds up through crystallization so I can utilize single crystal x-ray diffraction on an instrument like this:
This bombards the crystal with x-rays and allows me to collect data to produce a structure of the molecule, which gives me bond lengths, angles, etc. This is the crystal I’m currently running (it’s huge and awful, really, but I just need to confirm what it is before I care about a better collection). The crystal looks enormous on the screen - and it is large by my usual standards - but in actuality, the loop the crystals sit on are quite small:
The crystals go on the very tip of that loop, so I do a lot of work under a microscope.
It’s a pretty neat process (when reactions behave), and for the most part I do enjoy my work. Bonus perk is that many of my compounds display luminescence, so I keep a black light handy:
I’m so scared.
Scared that you’ll get over me so fast.
That I am just a pass-by, a fling for you.
That you do like that girl that comments on all your instagram pictures more than you like me.
Even though you said you don’t.
That you’d prefer a girl who does look good in the morning when she just woke up,
without having to conceal the dark circles under her eyes.
That every moment with me would easily be replaced for moments with others.
That even though you say you love me, you don’t do nearly as much as I do love you.
Background Character (I know everyone will do this guy, but what the heck, I like him)
Danny couldn’t believe Vlad had convinced his parents to make him go to this party. Without them. He’d said it would be a great opportunity to meet people, gain connections in the business world even though Danny was fairly certain that was a world he would never be a part of.
“Daniel! Here, I’d like to introduce you to my godson. Daniel, this is Walter, my secretary and his son, Wesley.” Vlad tugged them to look at each other, his fingers digging into Danny’s shoulder to keep him there.
“Pleased to meet you.” He lied. “I go by Danny.” He reached out his hand and Walter shook it. When he offered it to Wesley, the boy didn’t raise his hand and narrowed his eyes. Danny let his hand drop and returned the glare.
Neither of the adults were paying them any attention any more. Seriously, why even make Danny come in the first place.
“Well, Vlad, why don’t we let the kids talk and we can go… discuss things…” Danny glanced over at them, confused about Walter’s tone of voice. It almost sounded like– Walter’s hand was suspiciously low on Vlad’s waist and the way Vlad was looking at him…
Seriously!? Vlad was gay? He’d spent this many years threatening Danny’s dad and going after his mom and he was gay?
“Fine.” Wes crossed his arms and continued to glare at Danny, who chose to glance at his watch.
“Please try to get along with him.” Wes didn’t even look at his father as he nodded, which apparently was a signal that the two men could leave. Good riddance; maybe now Danny could take the opportunity to escape…
“You would be friends with Vlad.” Wes was no longer looking at him, instead glaring off into the rest of the party where everyone else was nearly twice their age.
“I am not friends with that fruitloop. He’s threatening my parents.” Wes finally looked back at him, for the first time not looking menacing, just surprised. “Why are you here?”
Wes glanced away form him again, this time more uncomfortable and upset than than angry. “Because he’s fucking my Dad."
Danny glanced away as well. "Ouch.” There was an awkward silence as Danny tried to think of something to say. He shouldn’t be thinking of ways to make the boy feel better; he made his life hell on a regular basis… Still, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. “He’s been going after my mom for years.”
“Seriously?” Wes was looking at him again, the first hint of camaraderie shining through… Maybe Danny could make Wes into a friend… He already knew his secret and it might be nice to have someone besides Sam and Tucker…
“Yeah, totally desperate. He knows she’s happily married but he won’t leave her alone.” Something in Wes’s face told him that was the wrong thing to say… Oh, damnit, Wes’s mom had died, hadn’t she?
“Well, at least he never won…"
"Yeah…” They fell back into silence again, voiding each other’s eyes, this moment lasting even longer.
Finally, Danny got sick of waiting. "So… If you don’t like Vlad… why do you hate me so much?“
"I don’t hate you. I’m just pissed you won’t admit you’re Phantom.” Wes was still looking away, but now looking more angry than sad, so Danny took that as a positive. At the very least that was something Danny knew how to deal with.
“Why do you even care?”
“Because everyone thinks I’m crazy!” He turned back to Danny, snapping, and throwing his hands in the air. He was finally done posturing. “Hell, half the people I talk to think I'm Phantom and I’m blaming you to try and cover it up. It’s infuriating!”
“That’s seriously it?” Danny stared at Wes, dumbfounded. "You’re trying to ruin my life because of your reputation? Which you ruined in the first place?“
"How would telling a few people at school ruin your life?” They were maintaining eye contact, actually getting somewhere in their rivalry… Except Danny couldn't believe how oblivious someone could be.
Danny looked away before he snapped. “It wouldn’t because no one believes you anyways.”
“Oh come on! Just show one other person and I’ll leave you alone, I promise!” Now it was Wes who was begging for eye contact.
“There’s nothing to show!”
“You know I don’t buy that crap.”
Danny’s eyes snapped to Wes’s, letting them flash green"Fine. Let’s say I am Phantom.“ The way Wes’s eyes widened was ridiculously rewarding. "I show your friends, they believe you, you get to say ‘I told you so,’ and then what? You really think they’ll keep their mouth shut? It’s easy to ignore one kid but get a group? That’ll warrant some kind of instigation.”
“So what? Paulina loves you. She’s got your picture in her locker.” He was arguing, gesturing out to something that wasn’t there. Danny was beginning to realize he had an odd habit of waving his too-long arms. “They’re talking about having a 'Danny Phantom’ day in your honor. People love you. How does that ruin your life?” He was stepping closer, trying to push his point.
“You know, my parents want Phantom dead.” Danny paused, letting that sink in as Wes backed off. He looked away, suddenly wanting to hide as he continued withe the confession. “They’re always talking about what they’re going to do to him when they catch him… And not everyone loves him. Have you seen the Red Huntress? She’s shot to kill more than once if you watch the news. You think she’d stop if she knew where he lived? And you’ve met the Guys in White. They run experiments, you know, publish papers. A few of them are up online. You should look it up, it’s pretty interesting… How they tear ghosts open, take bits off of their cores… But you don’t really care about that do you? You’re just pissed because everyone thinks you’re crazy…” He turned to go, practically shaking in anger, and muttered under his breath “I don’t even know why I defend this town…”
PS I did the dumb dress thing and everyone will probably laugh me off the stage at graduation for looking like I accidentally misread ‘graduation’ as ‘princess ball’, but you know what?? I did good on my Master’s and this gives me the goddamn RIGHT to dress like a chandelier if I so choose. (Replace ‘chandelier’ with 'child’s dress-up set’ / 'disco ball with a very niche hue’ / 'budget Belle cosplay’ at your leisure)
To Break In A Glove:
so i understand that this is supposed to represent evan replacing connor, but. this song is really boring can we skip it (me: no you need to listen to it) i don't like connor's dad he seems like he supports trump because "hillary wrote bad emails" (me: you're right)
Good For You:
if you started going to dinner with another family i'd be pretty happy. food costs a lot. (me: wow ok)
this girl has a beautiful voice (me: i love laura dreyfuss) shh let me listen
he's...actually crying? (me: yes) wow.
So Big/So Small:
oh wow, i'm actually sad about this
i feel... sad?
i am very excited to see this. i liked every part with evan and connor in it. i think that they actually dated (me: SAME)
“What is it you wanted to ask me?” “Never mind, I figured it out.”
a girl meets world au in which shawngela is endgame
On December 8th, 2001, Riley Matthews (Rowan Blanchard) was brought into the New World, and, with her, Shawn Hunter (Rider Strong), as the new travel writer and photographer for the “Hit The Road” website. Leaving New York City that same day, Shawn closed the door to the Old World for good, while visiting his two friends and their family every now and then.
A couple months later, Angela Moore (Trina McGee), now a freelance journalist, arrives to the city with a military husband across the sea and a newborn baby in tow. Living only a couple blocks down from the Matthew house in Greenwich Village, Angela reunites with her old friends and Riley and Angela’s daughter, Aria (Yara Shahidi), grow up together.
Riley, with her goofy and caring nature balances out Aria’s more quiet, yet strong-willed one. The two form a bond that can withstand anything that tries to tear them apart, even the death of Aria’s father when they were 11, leaving Aria distant and somewhat cold to those who love her. She let out the anger she felt from the loss of her father through writing, which she only shared with Riley, and her and her mom slowly moved on.
Shawn moved back to the city when the girls were 13, having been located there for “Hit The Road”. He fits right back in with his old friends, becoming a great uncle to Riley and Auggie, and reforming his relationship with Angela. Though not together, the two remain good friends and Shawn develops a close relationship with Aria. He even becomes a mentor to her when the girls are in high school and Aria expresses interest in writing for the school’s literary magazine.
Though throughout the years, the lines between who they are now and who they were in high school start to blur as Shawn and Angela grow closer. They give dating another try and, like the ocean against a beach, the two collide right back into each other in the only way they know how. A year later, Shawn proposes, and Aria, though still holding onto her father, accepts Shawn into their life with open arms.
Meanwhile, Riley and Aria are still trying to figure out where they fit in this New World. And in the bay window are their friends, Farkle Minkus, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, and Isadora Smackle, helping each other pave the way to their futures.