I luckily haven’t had to deal with much chronic pain or hand pain yet, especially with regards to baking (crochet is another story). That said, these look like some pretty solid tips! There’s also some in the comments section.
As this link nears five hundred notes, I’m just… very quietly touched at how many people are sharing it. Whether they need it themselves (or think they will someday), or know someone else who might need it, the fact that all of them are sharing the sentiment of “I want the people who love doing this thing to be able to keep doing the thing that they love” is… yeah. It makes me happy.
Got to draw another OC of mine I adopted some time ago/ and finally have a satyr of my own too/ (shes from bubbly_red on twitter (NSFW blog!) and the first outfit is from angeliets on twitter/
Karth ran around fel-corrupted areas and fist-grabbed (and ran into) as much as he could for his look for this year’s @stranglethorn-bonfire-bash ! He also temporarily dyed the tips of his hair to test it (not permanent!)
– shortly before they were born (?) (i dont want to try to figure out how a naga would reproduce/have babies -_-) there was some kind of surge/fluctuation of raw, uncontrolled, wild magic, which caused them all to be conjoined like this.
– hence why they aren’t perfectly identical, they weren’t from the same cells that didn’t fully divide their bodies.
– although their spines all join together into one at a point the muscles are all over the place, more like each individual tail is all twisted around the others.
– they coordinate with each other surprisingly well, it took many years but they’re good at communicating with each other and subconsciously they’re pretty coordinated as well with movement, occasionally a couple of them will say the same thing at the same time, things like that
– would get into fights with each other as kids, sometimes they still do now but not nearly as often.
someone: haha you just want to know when you’re off the hook
me: hah
me: (actually i just need to allocate the right expectations and backlog of energy and make sure the rest of my day falls in good accordance with it so that i don’t feel time-crunched and propel myself into a hysteria because if i don’t know how long this thing lasts or when it ends i can’t possibly know when literally anything else starts and my entire life becomes an unraveled realm of anarchy with no rhyme or reason and how is that not terrifying to you)
me: hey how long will this take
someone: oh like twenty minutes
me: ok
*an hour later*
me: *clinging to every learned social skill i can think of with the desperate hope my distress and exhaustion doesn’t show*
someone: hey we’re almost done don’t be so crabby
me: *smiling* *internally screaming at this SENSELESS CHAOS*
someone: hey do you want to do [involving time-consuming thing]
me: hey that sounds fun! when were you thinking?
someone: oh we’re doing it right now
me: oh. like. now-now? like right now. like you want me to stop what i’m doing and get up and do this thing with you, suddenly, with thirty seconds of warning. now. like this second. immediately. now?
