63 Colours, 5,217 Stitches And 50 Hours Of My Life Later

63 colours, 5,217 stitches and 50 hours of my life later …

And the photo it was based off of

God, there really is nothing like 20s detective fiction to remind you that prejudice is a social construct.

You'll have a story with a crossdressing thief which is mildly transmisogynistic but completely devoid of modern vitriol; it literally comes off as "here is a fun oddity that lets me be Clever about French grammar"

And in the very next story you will learn fifteen different slurs for Italians

not to face reveal myself (also please ignore my mess of a room) but guys. my custom tshirt arrived and i’m obsessed.

shoutout to whoever stole my amazon package containing nothing but a single pair of shoelaces.

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

haunted house uquiz by streetlighthalo