So My Roommate Met Their Sleep Paralysis Demon Today.

So my roommate met their sleep paralysis demon today.

His name is Fred

they are now playing take on me holy honk-

IM DYING THEY'RE PLAYING heyayaya IN MY COLLEGE CAFETERIA

Guys my brain just slapped me with a comic idea for the "talking with your past self" trope that starts out super shitpost-y then transforms into wholesome somehow

OH. MY. GOD.

Honking. All Star.

IM DYING THEY'RE PLAYING heyayaya IN MY COLLEGE CAFETERIA

As someone who needle felts, let me tell you this:

I have repeatedly stabbed something with multiple barbed needles at once. I have looked on with uncaring eyes as I have plucked a misplaced needle from my bleeding hand. I have snapped those metal needles from overuse after only a few months of having them.

Don't fuck with needle felters.

I don’t get how in fantasy fiction, the women who actually enjoy sewing/embroidering are always painted as the weak, boring, and anti-feminist characters 

Sewing and embroidery take skill, patience, and artistic talent and it was also the ultimate way to ignore the annoying men in your life in past centuries 

If you didn’t feel like talking to a man, you just “took up your sewing” and he’d have to leave you alone, especially if he needed that shirt mended

Women also got together all the time to sew, weave, embroider but also talk, gossip, assist each other’s work, and enjoy each other’s company in peace 

The skill the female character has doesn’t have to be sword-fighting for her to be strong, because there’s strength and power in any skill she has 

Part of me wants to make an actual small bio for my blog, but then again that would take away from the quote i've had as my blog's description since it's creation.