Misogyny and ageism aside, the message that older women should leave fandom and stick to conservative activities like “knitting and taxes” reveals a major ignorance of the nature of knitters.
You’ve seen nothing until you’ve seen a crocheted gimp suit
Concept: a robot character who’s just, like, hilariously nonchalant about physical peril because their “body” is a teleoperated drone and their mind is safely ensconced in a basement server room several miles away.
(Well, most of the time. Their usual body is disposable 3D-printed crap. They have a “good” body they bring out for special occasions, and they’re much more cautious when using that one – not in the “pain hurts” way, but in the “I’m wearing a really expensive pair of shoes” way.)
Jack comes home from work. It’s like 1am. He’s tired, sore, and has reached that point where he can’t deal with people anymore.
He gets home and finds Rhys asleep on the couch under a blanket and the TV on. Next to is a sticky note that he made Jack a supper and the plate is in the fridge along with a cold beer.
I’m too tired tonight. I thought this was a patchwork blanket and those were the tips of toes and saw the name and thought it was some sort of Japanese demon and then thought ‘why is this on foodffs’ and then realized this is in fact a recipe.
Vengence is Key 