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phyllidaluna · 7 months
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If Hot Topic can make a Blorch sweatshirt, they can make a PAK backpack, right? I think they should. Please?
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palipunk · 3 months
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Salaam Saif! I absolutely love your art and i’m getting into learning Tatreez. When I saw your Armenian Solidarity tatreez I noticed that some stitches are clear X’s and others have that traditional thicker stitch.
I am trying to learn tatreez and can’t figure out how to get that thicker stitch. I am using Count 11 Aida cloth and one strand of one string of embroidery floss but they’re coming out more cross stitch looking than I want 😅 really sad looking skinny Xs.
Should I switch to DMC pearl thread count 8 or use more strands of the floss? Or does it come from using the sewing method vs using a hoop?
Of course, please don’t feel obliged to answer. I’m sorry for all the questions! It’s hard to find answers online when I barely speak 3raby 😓
Thank you! ❤️❤️
Salaam!! (Apologies in advance I am answering this from my phone) but I’m happy to hear you’re getting started with tatreez!
The tatreez instructions I got were from Tatreez and Tea, I’m actually using count 14 cloth for this but it was recommended in the guide pamphlet to use between 2-3 threads with DMC 6!
I personally use a hoop just to keep things visible but you don’t have to (it’s not provided in the set either) - it might also have something to do with the process of the stitch? With tradtional tatreez you usually go across with one stitch and then once you completed the line, you come back across with the second stitch to finish (I’ve heard people refer to this as the “danish stitch” so if you need a video you can search that up!)
And here’s the example from the pamphlet of the stitch:
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And I totally understand trying to find resources (I don’t speak fluent arabi either so I’m mostly referencing tatreez and tea and remembering what my aunt told me abt it) but I wish you best of luck! I hope this helped a little!🫶❤️🇵🇸
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ilmiyyat1453 · 7 days
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“Bu kalbin pak edilmesi ince bir sanattır, büyük bir iştir.”
Mahmud Esad Coşan (rahimehullâh)
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miniimoose · 7 months
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i need to know your opinion NOW
also if you give me more opinions on your irken occular implants and pak headcanons in the tags i will kiss you
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kounezi13 · 1 year
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boys being boys
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militarymodeller · 4 months
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Diorama nr.47 The Pak 76,2 besides a Tobruk bunker.
This repurposed Russian gun used by the Germans as a 76,2 mm Pak was the heaviest PAK until the PAK 43 came along. The Tobruk bunker was the start of this dio the rest was added to enhance the scene.
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minimoosedraws · 6 months
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havent drawn in a few days and decided for whatever reason to tackle the things i struggle with most: dibs head, and some pak legs
pretty happy with the pak legs though, as a doodle that could clean up nice if i get motivation/time
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polldermodel · 9 days
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Heb jij een pak?
Ja tweedelig
Ja driedelig
Nee
Anders?
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deep-space-netwerk · 8 months
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Doodled my D&D character from the campaign that @literallymechanical DMs!
Her name is Pak, she's a very angry Tempest Cleric and I love her 🌩
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jgthirlwell · 2 months
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02.07.24 Ron Anderson's PAK at TV Eye, featuring Tim Dahl of Child Abuse on bass
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jiastills · 3 months
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o' rungreza
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1943 08 Orel Pak 40 75mm - Dimitry Zgonnik - box art  Dragon
repost improved colors
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lamia111 · 1 year
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juleteinthrum · 7 months
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With my pak i didnt need to breathe, so air would pass freely back and forth as i talked and commanded and would use my body generally.
Then, when i was weaned off my pak, i had to train my body to breathe normally. I had to teach my muscles how to breathe. And now, in this human form, i was grown up taking short breaths or holding it completely, due to the trauma and extended repeated forced reactions. Now, again, i am teaching my body how to breathe. Slow and deep in, gentle, and controlled, and long out.
Telling my muscles and reconnecting my deteriorated brain to my body which is exhausted and hurting. It's going to be okay.
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miniimoose · 2 months
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I tried my hand at writing something for my Irken OC, Min. (it's only 1k words, so it's a short read)
I wanted to work out a scenario for her without having to draw out a whole comic. Hope you enjoy!
Feedback/Thoughts would be appreciated, and the bulk of the writing is under the read-more.
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On the way to Scout her next assigned sector of space, a galaxy or two over, Mins downtime was suddenly interrupted by the loud alert of an Irken Pak's automatic Emergency Signal. She quickly straightened up, accepting the responsibility of responding and opened the informational window on her console.
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Hm. She may be the closest Irken to the signal, but that doesn't mean it would be a quick trip to get over to them. She was already 2 days out from her next Scouting sector, and going out to this injured Irken would triple that travel time.
Min didn't have a choice either way, and would just have to deal with the annoyance. On the upside, she was looking forward to hands on experience with the internals of a Pak again. The simulations get a bit repetitive, and she knew her own Pak inside and out.
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"Let me get this straight. A creature, native to this planet, got inside your pak and started messing with its internals?" Min asked, clarifying the rambling and nervous story that was just told to her over the past 15 minutes.
"Yes" the injured Irken in front of her replied, nodding his head. "That's exactly what happened."
"Squeeb's Pak hasn't functioned right since! The panels keep flashing red, and it's annoying" the remaining Irken, Floop, added in.
"And I have no energy. Can't even open my snack jar anymore!" Squeeb complained.
Min waited a beat for any more explanations, before finally trying to move things along. 
"OK. Well, I'll need to get a look inside to figure out how bad the damage is. Do you have somewhere with better light?"
She could swear Squeeb's cheeks got a shade bluer as she spoke.
"Yes, yes! Of course. Just. Um. F-Follow me" stuttered Squeeb, getting up and leading Min towards their elevator, taking the pair deeper into the base, leaving Floop behind.
Was he giving her the Stink eye? 
The elevator ride was a little awkward. Squeeb anxiously rubbing his arm as they descended. Maybe he was worried Min was going to break something and make things worse? 
Before she could say anything to reassure her patient, they arrived to the right floor. 
The two stepped out into a standard Irken medbay, Squeeb shuffling over and sitting on the swivel chair in the middle of the room. He did look a little more gaunt under the brighter lights. 
Perhaps the Pak wasn't processing sugars correctly? 
Only one way to find out. 
"Hopefully this won't take long" Min reassured her patient, pulling up her own chair and adjusting the heights for optimal positioning. 
Squeeb was tense, but he stiffened up even more as Min reached forward and opened up the panels of his Pak to get a look inside, letting out a nervous squeek.
"You don't have to worry, I know what I'm doing" Min told him, adjusting the magnification of her goggles and reaching into the Pak.
"I trained for a few years before my Assignment was changed to Scout, you know. I even worked under Spor--" 
She cut herself off, too confused to continue her humble brag. 
"You said a creature did this to you?" 
"Yes, a creature. Why? Is something wrong? Is it bad? Oh God, it's bad isn't it?" her patient stressed. 
"If a creature caused this" Min started, as she pulled something out of the confines of his Pak, "then how did a glove get back here?"
"He left his GLOVE in my PAK?" Squeeb exclaimed, shifting around in his chair and snatching it from Mins grasp. "How-- How stupid can he be!? How do you leave your GLOVE?!"
The quick shift had rotated her patient around fully, stopping Min from further access to her work.
He seemed to have forgotten she was in the room as he spoke to himself. That was, until Min wheeled closer, reaching to turn his chair back around. The moment he snapped back to reality, his face went bright blue. No question he was fully blushing now. 
Squeeb clammed up again, quickly spinning back into position and hiding his embarrisment in one motion. "I-- I don't know how that got back there."
An obvious lie, but Min didn't want to challenge that right now. 
"I just need to check the damage" she told him carefully, going back to poking around the complex machinary. "and look for anything else... Out of place."
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"It's Floops glove, ok?" the anxious irken explained, breaking the silence and shifting in his chair.
"He- He was being gentle, and didn't mean to break anything. I know messing with Pak's without any training is outlawed by the Control Brains but-"
Min had to remove her hands and stop what she was doing, lest she knock into something important as the chatty irken started talking with his hands.
"We're so far from Irk! We thought it would be fine, and if we were careful enough, nothing would go wrong! But nooo, of course it's not that easy. It started BEEPING and scared us both. Floop must have jolted and broken something in there." Squeeb continued, gripping and twisting the lone glove in his hand. 
Min couldn't get a word in edgewise, even if she wanted to -- which she did. She wanted nothing more than to fix this guys Pak and flex her technician muscles. But it was impossible with the paks owner so worked up. 
"And of course he swore it was fine, but I knew, I knew something must have happened. His glove probably got stuck between something and he just took it off instead of wiggling it fr--- AAAH!" 
The endless complaining was finally stopped by Min as she put both hands in his Pak and clicked the release, detaching it from the Irkens back. 
"What are you doing?" he gasped, his 10 minute life clock flashing across his vision. 
Min wordlessly wheeled her chair over to the closest wall, pulling down a thick pipe and plugging it into the open holes in Squeebs back. The life clock disappeared as quickly as it arrived. 
"You'll be fine, I just need to work on this in peace" Min told him dryly, getting up and carrying the pak carefully into the attached room. She probably needed to work on her bedside manner.
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kounezi13 · 1 year
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