#table cut

[gemsafire]

Two totally different takes on amethyst, both fancy cuts and eye catching in their own right 💜

#amethyst #jewellery #fine jewellery pieces #gold rings #jewelry #rings #fancy cut #table cut

[ohh-lover]

Had a photoshooting for our cats 9th birthday! Everyone say happy birthday teddy

#Teddy #personal #Don't worry we only lit the candle for the first picture #Not around him #We got him the fancy cat food that comes in a jar from the organic store #And put that in a muffin mold for the shape #And then added fresh catnip and steamed carrots that I cut into flower shapes #BTW yes he has a little wooden table

[autoraton]

same as it never was.

#variant + wip under the cut! #back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #fanart #my art #illustration #having big lone pines timeline feelings. can you tell #tfw when you're you but you're not You. #you're not the You they know and you're not the You they grew up with or raised and you're not the You who belongs here #tfw everything is better but nothing is right #but if you're the only one who knows any different #then is it really everything else that's the problem? #tfw you overwrite your entire reality but in doing so you created a world you don't and can never belong in #tfw you alone remember a childhood that never existed because you destroyed it #tfw you technically committed temporal genocide but your mom needs you to make space on the table for the turkey #as you can see i am normal about marty mcfly

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 010/???

classic

#scourge wc #warriors #warrior cats #scourge warriors #wc scourge #scourge #scourge warrior cats #bloodclan #scourge sunday #<--just now realizing i should be tagging these LOL #anywayz in honor of getting 2 double digitz i thought it would be fun to redraw the scourge from my first like. Big Post #shout out 2 thos who hav been here long enough to reconize him #off topic but i figured a style of doing skullz tht ive been having a lot of fun w/ #bcuz i find weeding vinyl stickerz rly fun n needed more designz so i would hav excusez 2 cut thm out LMAO #my fave is the horse skull #honestly i should probz post my like physical object craftz2 more thn just instgram im just bad at taking picz #n the insta is 4 like. irl shit like marketz n stuff #ive got a market on the 25th actually pretty pumped ive got a lot of neat stuffz #if u liv in/near calgary alberta u can come say haiii #not a very wc heavy table of course i try 2 avoid making 2 much fanart merch. but. i did use the older halloween scourge 2 make a patch heh #need 2 remake the stencil 4 tht actually now tht i hav a proper heatpress ive discovered tht the red ink kinda brightenz #n showz thru the white so i can hav it be just a big undershape anymore trusting the white 2 fully cover the issuez LOL #ok ive gotten way 2 off topic n this is entirely 2 many wordz. enjoy this scourge

[doctorsiren]

I have to say I love your defenseworth au. But I gotta say/ask for this.

I gotta see some Phoenix and Franziska bonding. Like mayber over Phoenix teaching her about poker with a secret lesson about how to read people which can be very handy for the job field their going into and just.

I gotta know man, what their relationship like as siblings.

he’d bring out her immature side that she tries to keep hidden under her prosecutor persona simply due to his own immaturity

This is them bonding I swear

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #ace attorney au #phoenix wright #franziska von karma #ace attorney fanart #prosecutor wright au #defenseworth au #digital art #my art #procreate #nuh uh is such a versatile phrase #they would be very openly competitive with each other but also they would gossip while painting each other’s nails and makeup #I was gonna draw poker chips and cards on the table but uhhh nah I got lazy lmao #ALSO #my personal HC is that from ages 13-17 Franziska was called the ‘Prosecutor Princess’ back in Germany and such #but when she heard Miles had a genuine rival she got competitive again and remade her whole persona #she had the whip the whole time but she cut her hair shorter and wore a more sleek and less ‘childish’ outfit #so in this AU the same sorta thing happens that when Phoenix becomes a prosecutor. Franziska reinvents her own persona too

[vamprisms]

really enjoying how scully will be living an episode of mindhunter and mulder will be living an episode of the twilight zone but they are having the exact same experience

#(scully pausing while typing up a criminal profile) i wonder where mulder got to #(hard cut to mulder strapped to a table about to be alien autopsied)

[fauvester]

"go ahead and take the credit for good cardassian genes!"

#dee s 9 #garashir adoption au #TWAS MEANT TO BE A SINGLE SKETCH... #ah.. grown up kids.... #teen iskra though lol the bob cut.. queen..... #garashir #jo sets up her sterile nurse's table with like 200 different clamps. and then a lunchbox (sterilized on the outside) #for when bashir inevitably ends up doing a 14 hour surgery without scrubbing out for food #potato peritonitis.... #also idan messes up earth terminology on purpose. he thinks hes so darn cute. #hes the only one in the family that will willingly physically exert himself. so julian just has to boil his beets about it

[decolonize-the-left]

No, not unisex. That's a different fit. I want masculine and non-binary clothes and even specifically man clothes but for ppl who have boobs and curves.

Not boxy shirts. Shirts that flatter those curves. because boobs look good dammit. And so do I frankly and that shouldnt be a mutually exclusive fact or trait from also wanting to be perceived as Not Feminine thank you very much. I want clothes for my body type that are gender even if that gender is [REDACTED]

#sick of having to buy clothes in the women's section or having to cut my shirts if i want my tiddies out #some of us dont WANT to be perceived as feminine but STILL dont want top surgery #non-binary #trans #queer #man as soon as i have money for a sewing machine and fabric and a table and a chair and patterns its over for u bitches #gender

[wereshrew-admirer]

AUSTIN (as UNO RISCANO): Ooh. You’re a big’un, huh? Just stand up against the board, and I promise I won’t hit anything vital.

DRE (as CHINE): I don’t need to like, crouch or anything?

AUSTIN (as UNO): No, I want you to stand up just as tall and as—really show off how big you are.

DRE (as CHINE): Okay.

DRE: I have my arms out spread eagle, but I’m also giving two thumbs up.

AUSTIN (as UNO): Alright. Now, you’ll see, crowd gathered here, this—you’re from Blackwick?

DRE (as CHINE): Yep.

AUSTIN (as UNO): Favored child of Blackwick. Look at how they grow ‘em here in Blackwick. God damn. And you’ll see, even with a target as wide as this, these knives will fly true, and I won’t hit even a single piece of flesh. Unless you’d like me to. That’s not—ha ha ha.

[SYLVI AND KEITH LAUGH]

AUSTIN: Grabs the knife, flips it up in the air, grabs it again. I’m gonna say these are, again, these are those same type of, like, the sticking knives that Uno had before. Maybe he stole a bunch of other ones on the way out. But I just love that as a visual cue for him. Grabs them, flips it up, holds it by the blade, throws it. Thwunk. Right next to your head, Chine. Everyone ‘clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.’

AUSTIN (as UNO): Everyone, save your applause. I have at least five more, maybe six.

AUSTIN: Goes over and picks up another one.

AUSTIN (as UNO): Where should I throw this one, folks?

AUSTIN (as CROWDSPERSON): Between his legs!

DRE (as CHINE): I need a haircut.

AUSTIN (as UNO): Oh, there we go. Absolutely. I’ll give you a little trim there.

AUSTIN: Flips it up, throws it. Boom. Right above your head, a piece of hair floats down in front of your face.

KEITH (as CROWDSPERSON): Wow, he’s good!

#chine #sangfielle #friends at the table #fatt #my art #this picture should have been finished but yesterday it rained and i saw a good mountain so #you know how it is #sexiest podcast character right there #long detail image and rest of the transcript under the cut

[st-hedge]

Speaking of tragic endings *most passionate chef kiss*

#the cut to the hand to stop dante #right after the turning of tables as u find out that Vergil will still stand with Dante #the flash forward to what could be the beginning of dmc1 #the optimistic shot of Vergil against mundus #everyone knows what happens next #DELICIOUS

[ariennebeak]

what about them. top 10 questions science can't answer

#DYINGGGG to know what the pool table scene was #looks like something is really going on! happening! something plot relevant! #how much stuff did they film and cut hbsjfbdhfb a lot of the episodes had weird pacing this has to be the reason #iasip #its always sunny in philadelphia

[phatcatphergus]

Qtubbo has a bullet in his shoulder from when Cucurucho shot him, if you care

#he can’t raise his arm above a certain level bc of it #he tried to take it out himself but almost died of blood loss #he had bad and Tina hold him down and take it out before the capture the flag event in purgatory bc he needed to be in his best game #it took pac and fit to keep him on the table with bad while tina cut it out #anyway #qsmp #qsmp tubbo #tubbo #cucurucho

[vincentbriggs]

Do you think it might be the oil/heat of your hands thats making the dye leak as opposed to Water?

I don't think so, there wasn't any oil involved when they got wet from the snow, and not much heat.

A whole bunch of people are suggesting different things in the comments, and the one that sounds the most likely to me is that it's a dye that bond specifically to protein. And maybe they used too much of it? I don't know much about leather dye, but I've got a fair bit of experience with acid dyes, and they work just like that. They don't bond with the water at all, and they barely stain cellulose fibres, but they stick to wool and silk so well that (unless you've used too much dye) the fibres suck all the dye out of the pot and leave you with mostly clear water.

Also, when I got home that day, one little corner of the wet purple glove accidentally touched one of my ivory coloured ones and left a tiny purple spot.

It would be interesting to try some experiments on more scraps, but that'll have to wait a while because I'm getting ready to move and have just packed up all my leather.

#I'm excited to move! I'm going to have more space! I'll have a real actual sewing room for the first time in all my 29 years!!! #(29 years of life not of sewing. I have only been sewing for about 12 of those years) #I'll be able to bring my big cutting table and my mannequin from my parents basement!! #ask #dye #leatherwork

[leahsfiction]

PALISADE 20: In Their Fear Pt. 1 (00:22:21–00:29:57)

“Well, the good news is that it’s still 3 Grip, which means that—”

“Yeah.”

“—we will have a chance to take care of this.”

“Jack? Take it away.”

Something bad is in the air. Bilat crafts teeter in the sky like anxious flies. The distant sound of heavy ships taking off in great black columns of launch smoke. Everything seems too bright. The day is too warm. The headache sits on your forehead and on your temples.

In Carhaix, someone drops a tray of wine glasses. Pleasure yachts and private transit gather at the closed Portcullis Gate, and as it opens vanish into distant Principality space, passing ship after ship of settlers as they pour into the Palisade System.

In the early afternoon, the sun dims, and a red band of light appears around the middle of it, like a bauble wrapped in a ribbon, or a horrible mirror of the Diadem. It’s dim enough to look at directly, but it still hurts your eyes. There is a whine in the air. Every couple of hours there is a rumble of radiation static, and a corona jets from the surface of the sun.

The animals respond in fear. Birds rise, suddenly alarmed, from the trees, or cower silently in crowded branches. Rabbits and foxes freeze, dumb, in the middle of walkways. Ants rise en masse from cracks in the walls. Rivers seem to run slow, with an algaed stink.

Some of the spies know nothing and continue as usual, keeping their mouths shut, answering questions curtly, bargaining limitedly for clemency. When others see the quality of light in the room change, and the demeanour of the people around them alter—why do the calls to Gucci Garantine keep getting dropped? What was that scream of Nidean engines overhead?—they change their tune quickly. They start making specific bargains. Get me off-world. Get me through the Portcullis Gate and I will tell you anything you want. Or they close their mouths, defiant, eyes up. Millennium Break. You do not know the sharpness of the dagger on which you walk.

Of course this is unproportional, they think. What a waste. We’re in a good place. We know the identity of Hexagon. So they made some gains in the Bontive Valley. So they fucked us up on the Isle of the Broken Key. Small beer. We are the most powerful empire in the galaxy. The blood is in the grip. But the Stargrave, these pissant revolutionaries, are gonna get this whole thing blown up.

Or: they let something slip in their fear. The Stargrave has gone mad. She was on the edge and you fucked it. They say the BIS boss went to stay with her, try and calm her down. They say she makes her staff practice dying. They say she got wind that you were trying to come for her and fled, it only made this malady worse, this is the end of the world.

When the message comes to you—secondhand, of course, the Cause council has seen this first—it shows in grainy low-resolution the pinched face of an aide-de-camp as she turns the camera on. Then she tilts it nauseatingly, the view dips, and we see the only remaining right angle of a small ruined building. It seems to be surrounded by trees. The roof came away long ago; just two brick walls stand, forming the corner in which the Stargrave stands.

She is a blonde woman in her late fifties, maybe her mid sixties. She wears full military regalia. On her right arm, from her hand up to her shoulder, is clamped an unwieldy metal device, somewhere between a leg brace and a trigger mechanism. A leather strap, almost like the bit of a horse’s bridle, with eight buttons on it, crosses the palm of her right hand which faces towards the camera. Beneath the device you can almost see that her right sleeve has been rolled up to the shoulder, or cut neatly, and two IV needles run from its metal armature: one into her upper arm, and one just above her wrist. Her face is very pale; her lips white, pressed tightly together; dull light from the armed sun. She opens her mouth: silent for a second, lips parted. Then the man standing to her right—another aide-de-camp, carrying an assault rifle—speaks.

“Terrorists of Millennium Break. As a result of recent assaults on sovereign holdings in the Bontive Valley and the central transit network of this planet, as well as targeted assaults on her office, the Stargrave has been left with no choice but to arm the stellar combustors entrusted to her in holy power for the preservation of the Divine Principality.”

He takes a shaky breath.

“She has instructed me, in her wisdom, to communicate to you that any attempt to approach the Brecheliant Forest or the stellar combustor units, covertly or otherwise, as well as any attempt on Stargrave Elcessor’s life or liberty, will be met with—will be met with an immediate detonation. Resulting in the destruction of the planet Palisade, the sector designated the Twilight Mirage, and the twenty-three systems within the nearest achievable firebreak.”

“I have also been instructed to inform you that any attempt to seek a loophole, magical or mundane, or otherwise circumvent the terms of this message, will also result in an immediate detonation. The stellar combustors will remain armed until August Righteousness of Jade Kill; Véronique and the Divine Fealty of Rose River; Captain Skelton Knaggs of Carmine Bight; Saint Decario Dicario of Violet Cove; Jesset City of Gray Pond; and Gucci Garantine of Blue Channel turn themselves in to the Bilateral Intercession at the nearest checkpoint. This message will be rebroadcast throughout the Palisade System on the hour and at the half-hour.”

There is a long moment of silence. Then the Stargrave nods imperceptibly; then the aide behind the camera turns it off.

#friends at the table #palisade #palisade spoilers #audio #let me know if the transcript above the cut is too spoilery!

[grasstimes]

GUESS WHOS DONE!!

Side photos under cut along with act three spoilers

All the side of the king mug, how nice, how kingly??????

There’s also this but I was hoping you’d remember…

The king as you know is made by Adrienne also known, uncommonly or commonly, as @insertdisc5

#art patch #in stars and time #isat king #there’s so much about this uh #I could talk about some unfortunate mistakes but meh #I’ll enjoy having a incredibly difficult time drinking out of this mug o7 #HE SO HEAVY TOO #HI BTW NOT SCARED AT ALL #also ignore the table I could have spent almost two hours cutting the images out but also owgh my hands

[marzipanandminutiae]

also someone on that post of McMansion getting renovated into a different McMansion was like "people who love old things don't realize that a lot of it was just cheap mass-produced stuff like the furniture and household goods they hate today!!!!"

and like. okay. there are articles on how cheap mass-produced stuff has gotten worse in just the last ten years. is it really that hard to believe that it was vastly better-made 100+ years ago?

also that should make MORE of an impact, I think, than simply assuming it's all the same as exquisite artist-crafted furniture in mansions. even the equivalent of Wish.com housewares in the 19th century were often 100X more durable than what we have today

(and no, that doesn't mean Western Society BetterTM or anything else the marble statue PFPs spout. forms of mass production happened in many societies, from cheap ceramics made in China and Japan for export to copies of ancient grave goods made in Egypt and the Mediterranean during archaeological revival crazes)

I have been living in Working or Middle-Class People's Apartments c. 1910-1920 for the past ten years. one of them was just rendered uninhabitable by fire, but a surprising number of the walls and doors were still standing. I firmly believe you could run a tank into those radiators and not damage them. things WERE often better-made in Ye Olden Times, and it doesn't make one ignorant or a Trad to say so

#history #their 'cheap throwaway perfume transportation vials' intended only to get a liquid from the store to your dressing-table bottle #are now valuable antiques #like. this shouldn't lead you to assume modern society is Morally Degenerate #it should lead you to demand better treatment and pay for workers and better materials to make our things #and the subsequent pay cuts for CEOs to make that happen #taxes on the wealthy were higher in the 1920s just saying