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Vintage - Blog Posts
made a moodboard recently and i was rather happy with it! so i figured i might as well post it here :o)
the two little devil doodles were drawn by @/grogdimples on instagram and tiktok (they gave me permission to post them!)
» ASS HYEGOTH — para uso pessoal
⟅12.06.22 — eu nem acredito que fiz essa assinatura em um dia só pq saiu pngs novos no lunalua, minha primeira ideia era colocar meu casal fofo chuuwon mas esse png da chuu ta tão lindinho que preferi usar apenas ele. acho que estou em uma vibe mais clean esses meses e estou amando fazer designs nesse estilo mas "vintage" nem sei como devo chamar esse estilo, e é isso, eu amei cada segundo <3
Spreading Miiside propaganda
hmmm…something about this just screams “Althea Grimmelwald” .. I couldn’t possibly fathom why though 🤔🤨🧐
Cynthia Matthews. Bike on 5th Avenue
Milksop, I totally forgot it was a word until I saw this.
If Marvel ever adapts Werewolf by Night into a show, I really hope they include the absurdity that is The Hangman
“So much for the Tolerant Left!” Says the man running around L.A. with a scythe chasing after a mostly innocent hairy boi
Ball gown, France, ca. 1865. Kobe Fashion Museum
I would very much like to change all the lamps and light fixtures in my home into this.
Bat Lantern Circa 1930
Girls are amazing. Being friends with girls is equally amazing.
The Tatler, England, April 22, 1903
I love this so much. This seems like something my old cousin would say.
Pensacola News Journal, Florida, March 8, 1934
“I love you don’t you love me back?”
There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.
— Steve Moore, V for Vendetta
happy mar10 day Wahoo :3
Sewing Machines & Planned Obsolescence
I've got these two sewing machines, made about 100 years apart. An old treadle machine from around 1920-1930, that I pulled out of the trash on a rainy day, and a new Brother sewing machine from around 2020.
I've always known planned obsolescence was a thing, but I never knew just how insidious it was till I started looking at these two side by side.
I wasn't feeling hopeful at first that I'd actually be able to fix the old one, I found it in the trash at 2 am in a thunderstorm. It was rusty, dusty, soggy, squeaky, missing parts, and 100 years old.
How do you even find specialized parts 100 years later? Well, easily, it turns out. The manufacturers at the time didn't just make parts backwards compatible to be consistent across the years, but also interchangeable across brands! Imagine that today, being able to grab a part from an old iPhone to fix your Android.
Anyway, 6 months into having them both, I can confidently say that my busted up trash machine is far better than my new one, or any consumer-grade sewing machine on the market.
Old Machine Guts
The old machine? Can sew through a pile of leather thicker than my fingers like it's nothing. (it's actually terrifying and I treat it like a power tool - I'll never sew drunk on that thing because I'm genuinely afraid it'd sew through a finger!) At high speeds, it's well balanced and doesn't shake. The parts are all metal, attached by standard flathead screws, designed to be simple and strong, and easily reachable behind large access doors. The tools I need to work on it? A screwdriver and oil. Lost my screwdriver? That's OK, a knife works too.
New Machine Guts
The new machine's skipping stitches now that the plastic parts are starting to wear out. It's always throwing software errors, and it damn near shakes itself apart at top speed. Look at it's innards - I could barely fit a boriscope camera that's about as thick as spaghetti in there let alone my fingers. Very little is attached with standard screws.
And it's infuriating. I'm an engineer - there's no damn reason to make high-wear parts out of plastic. Or put them in places they can't be reached to replace. There's no reason to make your mechanism so unbalanced it's reaching the point of failure before reaching it's own design speed. (Oh yeah there is, it's corporate greed)
100 years, and your standard home sewing machine has gone from a beast of a machine that can be pulled out of the literal waterlogged trash and repaired - to a machine that eats itself if you sew anything but delicate fast-fashion fabrics that are also designed to fall apart in a few years.
Looking for something modern built to the standard that was set 100 years ago? I'd be looking at industrial machines that are going for thousands of dollars... Used on craigslist. I don't even want to know what they'd cost new.
We have the technology and knowledge to manufacture "old" sewing machines still. Hell, even better, sewing machines with the mechanical design quality of the old ones, but with more modern features. It would be so easy - at a technical level to start building things well again. Hell, it's easier to fabricate something sturdy than engineer something to fail at just the right time. (I have half a mind to see if any of my meche friends with machine shops want to help me fabricate an actually good modern machine lol)
We need to push for right-to-repair laws, and legislation against planned obsolescence. Because it's honestly shocking how corporate greed has downright sabotaged good design. They're selling us utter shit, and expecting us to come back for more every financial quarter? I'm over it.
"I like my girls pretty in the face"ೀ
Fields of change
paring: snake x reader (as elin)
genre: enemies to lovers , fluff , crack
note: I don't know if I messed up lMAO
Requested!
After the tumultuous events of his past, Snake decides to leave behind the life of a warrior and embrace a simpler existence as a farmer. However, his new life is complicated by a fiery girl who challenges his every move. As they navigate their differences, they discover that love can blossom in the most unexpected places.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the fields of wheat that swayed gently in the breeze. Snake stood at the edge of the farm, his hands calloused from years of battle, now gripping a pitchfork instead of a sword. He had chosen this life, a decision that felt both liberating and daunting. The quiet of the countryside was a stark contrast to the chaos he had known, and he was determined to make it work
But there was one thing he hadn’t anticipated: her.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be working, not daydreaming!” a sharp voice cut through the tranquility. Snake turned to see a girl with fiery red hair and a fierce expression, hands on her hips. Her name was Elin, and she was as stubborn as she was beautiful.
“I was just—” he started, but she interrupted him.
“Just what? Staring at the clouds? We have a lot of work to do, and I don’t need you slacking off!”
Snake narrowed his eyes. “I’m not slacking. I’m just… observing.”
“Observing? You mean wasting time!” she shot back, her tone laced with irritation.
Their first few weeks together were filled with bickering and tension. Elin was passionate about the farm, having grown up working the land, while Snake was still adjusting to this new life. He often found himself at odds with her methods, and she was quick to point out his mistakes.
“Why do you always have to do it your way?” she exclaimed one afternoon, exasperated as he tried to fix a fence. “You’re not a warrior anymore; you need to learn how to farm!”
“And you need to learn that not everything can be solved with brute force,” he retorted, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
Days turned into weeks, and their arguments became a familiar rhythm. Yet, amidst the bickering, there was an undeniable spark. Snake found himself drawn to her fiery spirit, and Elin, despite her annoyance, couldn’t help but admire his determination.
One evening, as they worked late into the sunset, a sudden storm rolled in. The sky darkened, and rain began to pour. They rushed to secure the animals and protect the crops, their earlier disagreements forgotten in the face of the storm.
“Over here! Help me with this!” Elin shouted, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. Snake sprinted to her side, and together they fought against the elements, their teamwork surprisingly seamless.
As the storm raged on, they found themselves huddled together in the barn, drenched and breathless. The adrenaline faded, leaving an awkward silence between them. Elin looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration.
“Maybe… maybe you’re not so bad after all,” she admitted, a small smile breaking through her earlier frustration.
Snake chuckled, shaking his head. “And maybe you’re not as insufferable as I thought.”
From that moment on, their relationship began to shift. The bickering turned into playful teasing, and the tension morphed into a deeper connection. They spent long evenings talking about their dreams, their pasts, and the future they both hoped to build.
As the harvest season approached, Snake realized he had fallen for Elin. Her laughter filled the air, and her passion for the farm ignited something within him that he hadn’t felt in years. He found joy in the simple moments they shared, whether it was working side by side or stealing glances at each other during quiet evenings.
One night, as they sat on the porch watching the stars, Snake took a deep breath. “I never thought I’d find peace here,” he confessed, glancing at her. “You’ve made this place feel like home.”
Elin turned to him, her expression softening. “I was just as lost as you were. But together, we’ve built something beautiful.”
Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. Snake leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a gentle kiss. It was a promise of a future they would build together, a life filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of the sun on their backs as they worked the land.
As the seasons changed, so did their love. They became partners in every sense, learning from each other and growing together. Snake had finally settled down, just as Sverkel had hoped, and he couldn’t imagine a life without Elin by his side.
In the fields of change, they had found each other, and in each other, they had found a home.
I LOVE MAUS!! My mom introduced me to the series and got me both volumes as a present. It’s such an important and true story
For no reason, here is Art Spiegelman's 1991 graphic novel Maus, for free on the Internet Archive.
Might be able to get my ex banned from entering my store cuz seeing him literally causes me to break down! Yay!
Man do I love writing with music in the background. Makes me feel like Lemony Snicket