#carrick bend

[this-hattan-newsie]

Baby Annie Cresta on the pier waiting for special someone

#the hunger games #odesta #annie cresta #finnick odair #carrick bend

[chronicallyday]

I’m really close to commissioning one of my friends for odesta art just cuz I want their little outfits I headcanonned to exist outside of my head

I could sketch the clothes myself (cuz for some reason I can draw clothes but not ppl right) but it wouldn’t be as beautiful

I just think it would be neat to see their clothes with all of the embroidery and stuff from Carrick Bend cuz I loved how in TBOSAS every district had a distinct fashion based on their industry and location

#day’s rambling #odesta #carrick bend

[catharsim]

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#Carrick Bend #sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 story #im ready to be done with this set lmao #also pls dont judge any of my editing im a crybaby #there's a theme here with the poses in this entire scene and i bet yall cant figure it out :P #but anyways im back on my bullshit

[piss-bong]

Btw for anyone unaware this is an example of the Victorian hair necklaces I was talking about. They were traditionally made from the hair of a deceased relative, and sometimes had a portrait of the deceased on the back.

#I’m planning to do something more similar to the one on the right #but using a Carrick bend instead of an ocean pleat #so I can use a little less hair since I wanna make two of them #but I’m planning to use a mix of my blonde hair and her green hair #like 2/3 mine for her necklace and 2/3 hers for my necklace #the plan is to braid the hair together like in the picture and the set it in epoxy to create like a large gemstone #and then set that into something #idk what yet if anyone has experience w jewelry making hmy I could use advice #jam

[intertexts]

wanted 2 go back to episode 1 to try n find a line i was thinking ab, however as soon as i started episode 1 i was like. oh my god. the themes & motifs havebeen here all along... since the first 20 minutes of the fucking show... & got too fucking head in hands about it 2 do anything. shug. i figure if it's a line important enough that i remember it & it's been echoed at least once already it'll come back up.

#incredibly good show... i've figured out what the feeling is. it's like watching someone who's very good at what they do tie a carrick bend #mat or spin a very fine even thread or throw a perfect vase on the wheel. #the satisfaction of watching someone confidently and carefully build something very fucking cool..... #ten year late black sails lb

[blujayonthewing]

I was looking up knots just now and discovered that there’s a bend called the carrick bend, and I don’t remember now why I named him that (I think I may have just independently made it up?) but Carrick is Elyss’ dad’s name and now I’m Feeling Some Type Of Way about the man who married her mother and adopted Elyss into his own family sharing the name of a strong, secure knot used to join two separate ropes together

#Carrick IS a real name-- it's scottish and comes for the gaelic word for rock which I ALSO have feelings about in a Peter The Rock way #Elyss has a really strong and close relationship with her mother but her sense of stability and Place In The World comes from her father #who CHOSE to be her family! who CHOSE to love her and shelter her and support her in spite of everything strange and difficult about her! #it's been a long time but I feel like at the time I probably pulled it out of the air and then probably googled 'carrick name' #to see if it was a) a real name and b) whether it meant anything like. weird or bad fgdkjhdfhg #I didn't know it was also a bend!! #A VERY GOOD NAME FOR THIS MAN IN PARTICULAR #nobody: #me: what if my PC's dad was the nicest man on earth #Elyss Idri and Melliwyk's dads all in the World's Best Dad club #about me #my OCs #Elyss #Elyss insp

[neo-novaa]

NSFW 16+, no spoilers

thinking about monkey d. luffy— thinking about captain, monkey d. luffy. thinking about you— oh, you, captain luffy’s favorite. 

you knew, the crew knew, and any tick or termite that infested the lumber of this ship knew it too. 

they saw it in the way he gravitated towards you, as if there was an invisible string that led you two to one another. it’d be a first if anyone saw you or luffy purposefully separated from one another for longer than an hour. 

your crewmates saw it in the way the he constantly sought out your approval. more times than you could count did you find yourself leaning on him, watching someone weave rope into a knot just because he wasn’t sure if they were doing it right, and  because luffy — in his own words — “wanted a second pair of eyes.”

you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you could barely tie your shoes, let alone a carrick bend. 

they saw it in how much time you spent in his quarters — during meals, celebrations, even while you were supposed to be working. if the two of you were missing, the first place to check would be luffy’s cabin.

oh— but, however free this ship was, and however few rules governed it, there was one that was drilled into the minds of every soul on this vessel, whether it be by luffy, or a previous employer: under no circumstance should anyone enter the captains quarters unannounced — lest the ship or her crew be under attack.

but to everyone else, that’s all it was: a friendship that bled into your profession. 

and when you would nod your head in agreement, it wasn’t as though you were lying— lies of omission hardly count…don’t they?

because if they looked closer, just beneath the collar of your top or through the buttons of luffy’s shirt, they’d see horrid bruises decorating your bodies— red and purple welts that resembled an attack from a starved leech.

a leech who would sneak up to the captain's quarters well after dark, sure to avoid the planks that had a history of screaming if you stepped on them. a leech who would knock rhythmically on his door, signaling to luffy that everyone else was asleep, meaning that they should be doing the exact opposite. 

or even a leech who would take you — his favorite — into his cabin, sit you on his desk, and leave fresh marks all over your body until you were dizzy with pleasure. 

#UGHHH #i need him #one piece #one piece live action #opla #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #one piece luffy #luffy x reader #✧. ┊ one piece !

[queers-of-marybelltownship]

well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

#will wood #tna #the normal album #blackboxwarrior #AHHHH #Spotify

[madocactus]

CAUTION: Escape from this supervillain at your own risk...

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You’re a low-level agent for the worldwide security organization “STOP”. 

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Now, ‌you need to solve his dastardly escape rooms with your life on the line...

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Partial voice-acting by the talented Carrick Inabnett and Vyn Vox, with the direction of Very Berry Studio's Phebe Fabacher!

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#nanoreno2023 #visual novel #visual novels #nanoreno #malviolence

[willwood-lyrics]

His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

#will wood #will wood lyrics #the normal album #blackboxwarrior #blackboxwarrior (okultra) #blackboxwarrior okultra

[lifeintheworldtocome]

WELL HE COLLAPSED WITH STEVENS-JOHNSON SYNDROME ON THE ER FLOOR PANIC ATTACKED ANAPHYLACTIC AND ATAXIC WELL THE WAY HE SPUN HIS BUTTERFLY RISKED ALL SIX HIS PHALANGES ROMAN CANDLES AT BOTH ENDS AT HIS SYNAPSIS AND THE MATTER WITH WHICH HE RECYCLED HIS HUMORS TROJAN HORSED HIS BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER AND RAISED THE LD-50 YES YES AND THROUGH FIGHT OR FLIGHT REVELATIONS SHAME THE BLACKBOXWARRIOR HE SKIPPED THIS TOWN AND HEADED STRAIGHT DOWN HISTORY SHIELDS HIMSELF FROM REASON IN A KEVLAR BABY-BLUE TUXEDO QUILTED FROM THE FINEST FIBERS FLESH AND FIBERGLASS AND FLOWERS HIS EGO A MOSQUITO EVIL INCARNATE GOOD INCOGNITO POPS PLACEBOS FOR LIBIDOS SCREAMING BLESS THE TORPEDOS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN WELL HE WAS WEARING STOLEN RUBBER SHOES AND WRAPPED A POISON IVY NOOSE AROUND HIS LOTUS JUGULAR WHEN THEY CAME WELL THEY FOUND HIM WITH A MAP TO EVERY VICTIM OF HIS LOVE AND A TATTOO OF A BLUE JAY ON HIS FACE AND THEY WAITED FOR HIS VITAL SIGNS TO LIE AND LET A FLATLINE CRY A HYMN OUT IN HUNGARIAN HARMONIC BUT HE COCKED HIS NOGGIN THROUGH HIS STOMA SANG FOR AULD LANG SYNE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SUCCULENTS ILL DYE YOUR HYDROPONICS HIS RIBCAGE WAS A HORNETS NEST PALPITATIONS SET THE BEAT HIS VAGUS NERVES A TURKS HEAD KNOT AN AXEL HITCH A CARRICK BEND HE WONDERED IF CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD CHARGE A CANCELLATION FEE AUF WIEDERSEHEN AU REVOIR HE GRIPPED HIS WITS RIGHT BY THEIR ENDS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING UP ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now whats bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head? and how about claustrophillic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting scifis on your strd strands? tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchuses bloody nose did namibian himbas tiedye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole? did you die before your day? well thursday traction tuesday titration now my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics what you got a better idea? well its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good? no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do A BLOODY KNIFE TO SPLIT YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE WINE TO REV YOUR MOTOR FUNCTIONS COITAL MACHINATIONS OF THE DEAD WELL YOU MAINLINE YOUR ANIMUS KARATE CHOP YOUR ABACUS AND LEARN TO BE AN ANIMAL INSTEAD BUT I NEVER DID THINK YOU BETTER THAN THIS YOUR MODUS OPERANDI CAUSES NAZI/SKOPTZYISM AND SUICIDE WHY TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE WHEN IT IS YOU WHO ART THE PROBLEM NOT THE THINGS YOU DO BUT SOMETHING SICK INSIDE LITHIUM AND DIALECTICS BOY YOU REALLY IS DEFECTIVE CBT DONT SEEM EFFECTIVE FOR THE CLUSTER B ACCEPT IT OFFER UP YOUR INNOCENCE PLEASE IGNORE THE SIDE EFFECTS YOUVE LOST YOUR MIND AND ALMOST LOST YOUR LIFE BEFORE SO YOULL BE FINE FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA GET YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LOOK BACK I MEAN ITS NO GOOD LOOKING BACK SO TRY TO LOOK FORWARD NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNN

#rattles the bars of my cage #if you even care

[this-hattan-newsie]

I made Odesta bracelet and in honour of my favourite fanfiction I tied it with carrick bend :)

#the hunger games #odesta #annie cresta #finnick o'dair #Carrick Bend

[chronicallyday]

in chapter four of Carrick Bend there’s a reference to a song about a seagull that travels port to port meeting different people

It’s a song I’m not sure will make it into a future chapter even tho I planned on it. It may only be partially written in. But I did write a complete poem just to get an idea of it myself.

will write about it under the cut if anyone is interested in my ramblings about it

Calder, Annie’s brother in the fic, likes a song about a traveling seagull. Originally the idea was the song Annie can’t remember at the time being about the different places in District Four.

But a few weeks ago I decided to change that and it be a song that is actually about the Districts and it being a song that no one really sings anymore except when they know they’re safe.

The idea is that it would be an old, old song from before the Dark Days and maybe some lines are lost but below is what I have so far for the song:

Hey little gull, is it fun?

Is it fun over there in One?

Hey little gull, how do you do?

What’s it like over there in Two?

Hey little gull, what do you see?

What do you see when you’re over Three?

Hey little gull, do they jive?

What kind of dances do they do in Five?

Hey little gull, did you get your fix?

Did you find a retreat over there in Six?

Hey little gull, when do you return to our haven?

What’s the cold weather like there in Seven?

Hey little gull, isn’t it getting late?

Why don’t you rest a while over there in Eight?

Hey little gull, are you doing fine?

Are they treating you kindly over there in Nine?

Hey little gull, are you just around the bend?

Do you like the shores down in Ten?

Hey little gull, is it Heaven?

How delightful are the orchards of Eleven?

Hey little gull, are you mindful of your health?

Is there somewhere clear of soot in Twelve?

Hey little gull, what have you seen?

What have you seen flying by Thirteen?

Hey little gull, you’ve been coast to coast

Time to return to the port you love the most

Hey little gull, come back to our lovely shore

Tell us all of your tales back in your beloved Four

I figured that the song would change as the years passed. Even contemplated that the line about 13 would be removed from the song and people of District 4 would relate the song to their Victors and them going and returning from their Victory Tour

But it is very much a children’s song. At least that was my idea for it.

#day’s rambling #carrick bend #odesta #thg #the hunger games #district 4 headcanons

[catharsim]

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#Carrick Bend #sims 3 #sims 3 story #ts3 #i lowkey hate all of this lmao #this suddenly looks very 2014 to me and not in a nostalgic way #the first caption is giving me 'squelches wetly' from ST lmfao #iykyk #umm anyways #have this #im nervous that it's trash #k byeeee

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R4: The Corruption

BlackBoxWarrior:

“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”

Thermodynamic Lawyer:

““Disease is her primary language” - every line of this is filled with rot and disease and bugs and it’s 100% corruption.”

Lyrics below the line!

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down…

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D:

(I hold myself in contempt) Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names Vomiting lies through her theremin throat As some businessmen pick at her brains Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brindle's at it again Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover And shamelessly spoils the end Blood vessels drying and curling inside are Unfurling from out of her wrists Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison Intending to learn it to hiss Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid And giving some poor illness the blame Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard Insisting that she's won the game So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart She could not break my heart, oh lord Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises And uses them to her advantage Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus Disease is her primary language Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13 No apology, I request misery So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby With autism strapped to a ceiling fan Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand Buckle your knees looking up at me And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand For the sake of humanity, die of your blight We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa Now all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself) You can go fucking die (kill yourself) Go fucking die (kill yourself) Kill yourself and go die

#the magnus archives #tma #poll #the corruption #Will Wood #Youtube

[solar-halos]

it is quite a special mood board monday. since i have run out of mood boards to make, i decided to make one for the first few chapters of carrick bend by @pain-somnia aka my favorite odesta fic rn. tbh kinda nervous for this one since i couldn’t go off vibes alone but i guess i’m officially starting a chain of odesta fic recs now. here is the first one

#i’m sorry i rlly went “i love how this fic is odesta pov alternating 😁😁” and then only included pics that relate to annie #i had annie and johanna pics too but it was too vibes based #anyway still had fun making this #wait also side note usually when i make mood boards for my fics i can’t find pics that match my version of annie #i had the opposite problem here i was okayyy and where were these pics last mood board monday #hope u like it this is making me so shy #edit: ​sorry just looked at their tumblr and it looks like they’re inactive don’t know if that makes me more or less shy rn #mood board monday #odesta #fic rec #eek