Stuff from the PockBox

Welcome to the Pock(y)Box. The person behind the tumblr is a queer millennial nerd who likes terrible puns and occasionally makes art n’ sews costumes n’ stuff. There is no theme and I don’t feed trolls.

Contents may include:

• Aesthetically Pleasing Objects
• Aesthetically Pleasing Clothing
• Ace, Bi-romantic & Neurodivergent content
• Fandom Nonsense & Meta
• Shitposts & Memes
• Cats
• Politics ( US edition) & Mild Diskhorse

in varying proportions at varying times.

Somewhat Inconsistent Tags of Interest:

• Cats Are Dignified and Majestic Creatures , BIG KITTY , teeeny aminals
• Magical Girl Gems. Tiaras, Crowns & other Headdresses
• Hashtag Aesthetic
• Color and Shape
• Portals and Pathways
• Pretty Dresses , Goddess Dresses, Evil Queen Dresses
• Ice Queen, Red Queen
• Settings
• Writing prompts and AUs
• Pock Posts a Thing

georgebbwbush:

pangur-and-grim:

I wish rheumatologists would TELL YOU why they’re asking questions and doing certain tests. there’s one test - having me bend over to touch my toes - that she had me do during each appointment. and because I’m hyper flexible, I can bend in half and place my palms flat on the ground. but WHAT I’VE JUST LEARNED is that one of the diagnostic criteria for psoriatic arthritis is loss of flexibility.

now, during a flare up, I can’t bend my back at all. if I drop something, retrieving it becomes a serious problem. I have to carefully bend my legs while keeping my spine straight, it looks ridiculous. but when I’m not in a flare up, I’m able to move more or less normally.

if I went to an appointment during a flare up, she’d be able to write down “flexibility severely impaired”, but because I didn’t, and because she didn’t TELL ME why touching my toes mattered, my diagnosis was delayed. which meant delayed medication, which meant further deterioration of my bones and joints. and probably there’s a million other examples of bad communication that I’m not even aware of yet.

monsterfactoryfanfic:

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As it was becoming clear the US was headed into trade war territory, I got really interested in farming and the logistics of keeping people fed. I turned that interest into “your cool city needs a food supply,” available now!

it’s a hack of “i’m sorry did you say street magic” and “Microscope,” two gold-standard worldbuilding games. It was polished by Nico MacDougall, who gave me some great advice on how to make this game really align with the themes and ideas I had in the draft.

I’ve always been a sicko about logistics and agriculture (growing up in the US midwest will do that to you), and I hope this game helps people think about how great a privilege it is to eat.

beemovieerotica:

the internet these days is insane because every 3-5 days you see an honest to god neuron-rewiring video produced by some rando with too much free time, and it’s so fucking good that you know would have been its own entire meme for MONTHS in 2005. but we’re so saturated with phds in breaking bad editing so you can’t go into work like “hey did you see The Bear No Rush video game?” because nobody has any idea what you’re talking about. back in my day we watched 1 blurry video of a guy doing the Numa Numa Dance and it sustained all of society for an entire year.

a-soulless-lime:

angstandhappiness:

tiuhtaviuhta:

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Love from loss WIP 2024

So you remember those pockets I wove into this fabric couple months ago? Back then I was charmed by the idea that I could hide a small item in there - I could give this fabric a secret that is part of its structure and impossible to get out unless you break the fabric itself.

So I wrote this little poem, a gentle call out for being curious enough to break my beautiful hand woven linen fabric and messaged my lovely sculptor/jewel smith friend.

Yesterday we were finally able to realize my vision! These tiny bronze plaques are made to hide in the fabric - peeking through shiny enough that you see that there is something there to tease at your imagination but - impossible to get out or read without breaking it.

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To those who can’t see/read well (like me), the plates say;
You cut me open
To know me better
You cant uncouple
Love from loss

sukinapan:

made this into a cross-stitch pattern to share ₍ᐢ. ༝ .ᐢ₎⋆｡°✩

depsidase:

sukinapan:

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hikolu:

Mini Cross Stitched Magic the Gathering Card

frailnbedazzled:

1917 Harper’s Bazaar