Work in progress.
This vintage denim jacket is in rough shape with lots of frayed edges and stains. So I’m going to up-cycle it, starting with the sleeves.
I have some flannel fabric just lying around and waiting to be turned into sleeves
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happy almost extremely loud sound wednesday monday everyone!!!
i cant believe its already almost extremely loud sound TO BE CONDUCTED AT AROUND 2:20 PM EST wednesday monday
edit: reblogs turned off bc YALL READ THE FUCKIN DATE
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HOLY SHIT IT'S SEPTEMBER 8TH!!! AN ANNIVERSARY OF AN EXTREMELY HISTORIC EVENT!!!
NO! NO! NOT THAT ONE!!!
^^^THIS ONE!!!^^^
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it is literally the most fucked up thing in the world that fruit goes bad. you shoild be allowed to have a box of blackberries in the cupboard for 2 years and they are still fine to eat
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Hey Harrow! Do you draw at all? Could be anything from people to bones to architecture!
And does anybody else draw anything? I know Cam does, but who else? And would any of you be willing to share your most recent or favorite drawings?
why dont you do arts and crafts for 5 hours and then youll calm down
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i’ve had this in my files for awhile already but i got reminded of this phenomenon tonight and it just. makes me laugh every time.
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Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?
He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.
He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.
He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.
So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.
It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.
He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.
To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.
So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.
Which.
No. No no no no no.
Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.
He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.
If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.
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