‘Typography and logos in knitted structures' presented at the International Symposium in Knitting and Apparel, 2013 by Andrej Vilar, Klementina Mozina and Alenka Pavko-Cuden.

Back in stock! We've got fresh copies of New Aesthetic Vol. 2 *and* Vol. 3 - terrific collections of experimental typography. Whether you're a type designer, a graphic designer, or just someone who loves letterforms, you'll find something inspiring!

Edited by Leonhard Laupichler and Sophia Brinkgerd Published by Sorry Press (Germany), 2020 and 2022 Vol. 2 / Vol. 3

Hop on Hop off skate tour visual for BX’elles girls skate crew, 2022

Oop, I realized I never actually posted about this, but!

Anyone remember my separated Donnie au? Code name: Violet skies? Well I'm remaking it! Rewriting it, even !!

Here's Foot Recruit/aka Donnie!

Draxum, quite begrudgingly, ends up raising the four turtles with Splinter: whom saved him when a part of the lab's roof collapsed, while he was holding onto two of the turtles. Splinter brought the both of them to the sewers, and it all happened from there.

The turtles grew up not too different, safe for extra actual training and knowledge of both the hidden city and things mystic; until Leo and Donnie turned 14. Donnie went out one day with Raph, and didn't come back.

Two years after his disappearance, when the series events begin, they find him in the Foot Clan. Now called just Foot Recruit, with no memory of them — and a good 6 years worth of memories of living with the foot clan.

The Taxi Project 1976: Volkswagen Transporter New York Taxi. VW's submission to MoMA exhibition was based on the Type 2 Bus but with a number of modifications to answer the specifications of the project. The flat-4 engine was attached to an electric motor to create an early example of hybrid drive. A ramp was fitted for wheelchair access and the driver was seated behind a bulletproof partition

"give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes"

treebark week, day 1 - axe/shield

「 deuce deuce deuce! 」

inspired from Traffic Jam!

hangmoxswerve toxic yaoi triple threat! the vibes: closer by nine inch nails, bloodsport by yves olade, and any texas deathmatch put on by aew in 2023. make sure to check the tags before reading :)

this is a continuation of my hangmox knifeplay fic, though the fics can stand alone. a year ago i read the lines "you want to kill me more than anyone else. / That's what love is, baby" and projected them onto hangman and moxley - and now swerve's entered the mix and made them both so, so much worse.

lisää käärijää

Cracking a cold one

They say there’s no scene that humanizes Jesus more than his prayer at Gethsemane. Matthew, Mark, and Luke all reiterate the same desperate plea: “Take this cup away from me.” Luke goes even further in describing Jesus’ agony, so tangible it manifested as sweat that fell to the ground like drops of blood. It’s almost theatrical, in a way— the composed Christ inconsolable, the faithful Martyr faltering. 

But I know that anguish is not ephemeral. For it festers within you, bursts out from you when you can control it no more, and ends with you. They only see the eruption. We hear about Jesus as a precocious child, questioning his earthly parents, “Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?” Does knowing his Father mean knowing his demise? Did that comprehension come later? Was he as oblivious as Issac then, asking his father on their journey, “Where is the lamb for the burnt offering?” At what point did he realize that he was the lamb that God had provided? When he learned that fate meant him to die did he realize it entailed such cruelty?

It’s perfectly reasonable if he didn’t. The sacrificial lamb is always adored. Without blemish, without broken bones, without fault. They dote upon you like a prince until they pin you to the chopping block. Your father nurturing you with a knife in one hand, saying, I love you so much that I’ll let you bleed out for God. 

And you’ve internalized it. You’ll cry when you see the altar, but you’ve long ago conceded that you can’t escape doom. So you bargain to make it a little more endurable, to meet the end with a bit more poise and dignity. It’s the final resolute “May your will be done.” It’s Issac struggling in his binds until his strength is spent, taking one last glance up at Abraham to whisper, Make it hurt less.

"Elegy for the Messiah by the Sacrificial Child-Lamb on the Altar", E. G. Harcourt

thats a weird looking painting...

They are like animals to me

NOOOO PEEPAW ACCIDENTALLY TURNED ON ONION SKIN

Final Fantasy Type-0 scenery:

➟ Togoreth Stronghold