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squirrelplus · 1 year
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A friend somehow convinced me that his desire to build a chess board was in fact not stupid, and I somehow believed him. Anyways I have a bit of cleaning up and staining to do, but two down fourteen to go…
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anton-px · 1 year
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Series of wood figurines, carved by me. Copied from stone idols of scythian and polovtsian (cuman) cultures, known as “kurgan stelae” or “кам’яні баби” in ukranian. These stone statues are found in Pontic-Caspian steppe area of modern southern Ukraine, southern Russia, north of Caucasus region, Romania, Bulgaria and Turkey.
For me this project was a way of reconnecting to my land (my families originates in steppe part of Ukraine, near the Azov sea), as I started my woodworking practice 1,5 year ago.
All figurines were sold to raise money to buy thermal weapon sight for ukrainian military, who defend Ukraine from russia at the moment, on the same area (south-east part of Ukraine), which is the origin of these kurgan stelae.
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bitchfitch · 16 days
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I am a jack of all trades and that's something I've put a lot of time into over the years because I find the processes behind various crafts to be absolutely fascinating and learning the craft is the joy. not doing it. which is why I burn through so many hobbies constantly. Once I know the process once Ive pushed myself to achieve relative competence at it, I get bored. There's always more to learn and new things to try within a craft, but it's a rapidly diminishing return the further I get into something mostly because like. there's way more overlap between crafts than people tend to think so once you have a grasp of x you apply it to y to achieve z. making z boring because x and y were already known.
it's too the point that I'm running out of hobbies. The lands left to conquer require heavy machinery or animals and I'm Bored. I need a new craft again but I can't Find one
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chicaoranges · 2 months
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keikakudori · 10 months
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❝ Are ya feelin' any better today? I reckon th' food here's not the greatest. I hardly've got an appetite myself. ❞ Lounging about with a lazy sprawl on his back, leg propped upon the bent portion of a knee, the illusionary ghost of the slain Ichimaru Gin couldn't've seemed more alive and real. To each silver hair of his head subtly disheveled, messy, always somehow in his eyes... to the detailing of his white uniform, the folds and how it draped across his languid form, sleeves as always obscuring the slender digits of each hand. Gin was essentially real. Tangible. If Aizen reached out to touch, he'd be met with potent validation; the illusion was strong.
❝ Like prison food, y'know? Leaves a stale taste'n the mouth. Why don't we ditch th' place, hm? ❞ Gin turned his head to peek a gaze toward Aizen, those azure hues almost inhumanly bright in the dull lighting of Silbern. ❝ There ain't no reason to go along with this guy Yhwach's plan, he's usin' you -- why don't we go off 'n do our own thing...? Someplace quiet. And maybe a lil less cold and gloomy. ❞
                 ❝ Moderately better, yes, thank you; I think I needed sleep, ❞ came the response from Gin's companion, where he sat in an overstuffed armchair by the fireplace, his singularly visible eye on the pages of the book he held in one hand. Brown strands of hair were left to curl around the man's face and shoulders, longer and shaggier than they had been before, but still neatly kept in order. He didn't look up to his lover immediately, turning another page to start reading it with an idle adjustment of his own posture. The bed was large enough to hold them both comfortably, of course, and idly he debated getting up and going to join Gin, find a way to distract him.
                 Yet his gaze did lift from the book he'd removed from Silbern's library to focus on the younger man, Aizen Sousuke's lips pressing together ever so slightly before there was a sigh as he closed his eye once more. He too was once more draped in white, the close-fitting uniform doing wonders to emphasize the breadth of his shoulders, the long legs - and he was rather grateful, too, for the jacket which hung to below his hips.
                 Having pants this tight should have been indecent, really, yet Aizen had been certain he'd caught a hint of approval in Gin when he'd modeled the uniform for him. There'd been no thoughts of trying to make his lover get into one too, though Aizen would have adored seeing the lines of his legs so emphasized by the snug white material. But the young group of women who were Sternritter had insisted it made him look good, so he supposed he could accede to their sense of fashion. He knew he didn't really have one anymore to speak of himself, not that it mattered too much.
                 ❝ Bland as the food is, Gin, they are still our hosts for the time being. I'm quite aware that Yhwach has intentions of trying to use me, but I wasn't going to remain in Muken. Besides - if we play our cards right, I can easily get there before he can. I do have an advantage that he lacks, remember? ❞
                 A heritage that had ever been shameful; but Aizen had shared that with Gin long ago, never truly believing what his own logic and senses informed him was the truth. He never quite bought into the idea that it could be true. Yet, if there was a chance that he could use the Quincy that sought to use him in kind ... of course he'd do that. He flashed a hint of that old smirk even as he finally moved to put his book down and move over to the bed. Only one eye remained visible. There was a reason for that, but he couldn't seem to recall what it was ...
                 A disfigurement, earned in the course of his fighting with Kurosaki Ichigo before they had suffered defeat and been imprisoned in Muken. As always, his thoughts never quite went so far as to wonder if he was disfigured, then surely the Hogyoku would have repaired his eye-- never quite that far, no, but sometimes he did have to wonder about it. He'd chosen to wear the white eyepatch that so easily matched the rest of his uniform, trimmed in blue and gold as it was, on this day. Aizen liked the white with the blue for blatant reasons.
                 So he moved to peer down at Gin, hand moving out to rest on that ankle.
                 ❝ If I can somehow find you a snack around here, would that help you stop pouting so much, Gin? ❞
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pokespefangirl · 2 years
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a1ecs · 2 years
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STEFANIA UKRAINIAN UKRAINIAN STEFANIA
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saglaophonos · 2 months
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on a list of things that make me crazy about michael sheen at the very top there is a category reserved only for michael sheen’s white little curl
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nicbelles · 1 year
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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 “We want to leave a legacy behind.”      
Bryce was rather shocked when an alien, lacking a disguise, sat right next to her at the Glimmerbrook Bar.
She let curiosity get the better of her, and asked.
The alien, whose name was Nova, laughed quickly, before realizing there was no humor in Bryce’s question.
“Well, this is Glimmerbrook,” Nova stated, “There are pockets in the world, where any kind is welcome. . . here, Moonwood Mills, Forgotten Hollow, even Sulani. . . No one hides there, and even then. . . you let those in whom you can trust with your secrets.”
And Bryce Whitlock was quite angry. Because no one, no one, had told her this. She’d isolated herself, from the world, her family, everyone outside of the Magic Realm. . . all for nothing.
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ritabeverage · 2 years
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clockwaysarts · 9 days
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Does ill conceived research into whitling knives.
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catovyen · 4 months
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Can you bloh my whitle bby
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1super2 · 6 months
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leah williamson- i am so proud of you
You are leah williamson younger sister playing in the world cup and it is the quarterfinals against Columbia and Your family has come to watch .
You were really upset that leah wasn't going to be playing with you in your first world cup but you were happy that she and the rest of your family were going to be watching tonight's game .
We had traveled here so i woke up and decided to phone leah as i knew she was coming to the game today .
" Hey le i can not wait to see you today " i say to her
" I know bubs i am so excited to see you smash it today " she replies
We chat for abit longer but then i have to end the phone call as i have to go downstairs.
At breakfast i sat with g and keira as we were all talking about the match later on .
" So do you know if leah is coming to the game today " keira asked
" Yep her , mum and jacob are all coming to watch " i replied with excitement visible in my voice
We all got on the coach to get to the stadium we're we went out on the pitch to check it out .
I was starting up front with russo which i was really hoping to get a goal to make my family proud .
We walked back into the locker room to get ready for warm up .
Once we went back outside for warm up , the stadium was starting to fill up with fans . 
I scanned my eyes in hopefully finding leah and the rest of my family but i had no luck .
Carrying on with are usual warm ups  and then i was time to go back into the changing room for the last time before kick off .
You , ella and less were all walking into the locker room as you tried to have a final search for your family but you still had no ideas where they were .
" They are down at the front just look for joe he is right behind them " Ella said
I nodded as i walked to my locker .
I was all set and ready to go just in time to go stand in the tunnel .
We walked out to a roaring stadium which was such a surreal experience.
During the national anthems and i was on a desperate mission to find your family which you finally managed to do as the national anthems ended which brought a smile to your face .
You all huddled round in a circle whilst mille gave a speech .
Team on three
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you all screamed which sent shivers down your spine as the game began .
We started off strong with both you and alessia having a lot of shots on target but no of them quite going across the line .
We all knew that this was going to be a physical game as Columbia had been pretty physical all tournament but i don't think they were expecting for us to match their physicality.
In the 7 minutes one of their key defenders went down on the pitch clutching her knee .
The medics was immediately on the pitch and it was pretty obvious that she would not be able to continue which was good for us but obviously very and for Colombia .
Things went bad for us in the 44 minute with Colombia scoring a goal . There was nothing that mary could of done there .
6 minutes added on we needed to get the equaliser.
For the whole time me and less we're constantly pressing and trying to score .
It wasn't until the last minute of added time where
the goalkeeper left the ball loose in the box so it was an easy tap in for me to score the equaliser.
I ran of screaming towards leah where she stood with the biggest smile on her face and i sent her a heart before the ref blew her whistle for half time.
" Guys we have got this you have had some amazing chances you just need to finish them properly " sarina spoke trying to give us abit of encouragement
We went back out for the second half searching for a goal . It wasn't until the 63 minute where alessia managed to get a goal past there goal keeper.
We were now in the lead .
Columbia tried to respond by using subs but we were trying to get a third .
I was taken of in the 93 minute for bethany england which i was fine with as i had done my bit to try and get us through to the semi .
The final whitle blew .
We were through the the semi's !
We all celebrated abit before going back out to our family .
Me . keira and g all went over to leah .
" oh guys i am so proud of you " leah said bringing us all into a hug .
All four of us took a photo together with jacob .
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cats-of-eden-valley · 9 months
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Oooo twining on Silver being named Trevally. It really fits her :). Can’t wait to see how she looks
i'm so stuck on appearance cuz they're gonna be full-blooded Coldbank (daughters of Whitling (p. Willowbreeze)) and it's already clashing with the sleek image in my head i originally had of her and Irva fghdkj
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lily-orchard · 3 months
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I think it’s funny that your stalkers say every anon you get that’s on your side or just asking questions is a self ask bc I HAVE SENT SOME OF THOSE ANONS. Like, I’ve sent you anons in the past and I have watched these ppl turn around and say you sent them in WHEN I KNOW YOU DIDNT BC I SENT THEM!
I wish I had proof that I sent some, like I wish I didn’t send them on anon so they couldn’t turn my asks into hatebonner fodder. Like that recent anon that started with “wait didn’t you say incest is the second worst taboo? How is that condoning?” Was me!! I sent that in! And Brittny took that ask and posted it to a thread of all the times incest has been mentioned on your blog this year and said “context: another lie. the claims of transphobia come evidence by many instances of LO misgendering other trans people or weaponizing transphobic dog whitles against them, of which there are archival evidence. this is another self ask.” LIKE IT WASNT YOU SENDING THAT TO YOURSELF, I FUCKING SENT THAT LONG ASS ASK IN!
the reason I send anons instead of just sending regular asks is bc these fuckers harass me when I interact with you in any way, hell some have admitted to going through the ppl liking your posts! That’s also why I tend to reply to your posts instead of reblogging bc that’s helped lessen some of the bs. But to hell with that, me doing that is just giving them more fuel to lie about you so fuck that.
They would make that claim either way. They would claim you're my alt account. This is all part of their "Nobody REALLY interacts with Lily, because that would imply our bullshit is bullshit!" fantasy.
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THEM’ and Us… Whitley Strieber
@UAMNTV In this 2024 Conscous Life Expo, Whitley takes a deep dive into the nature of individual communication with the entities he calls ‘the Visitors’ and explains why there is so much secrecy surrounding their presence. This presentation is based on his book ‘Them’ and the extraordinary revelations that have been made in 2023, in congressional hearings and elsewhere, about their capabilities, their bodies, and our government’s hidden struggle to understand.
Whitley Strieber is the author of ‘Communion’, one of the most iconic books in the literature of the unexplained and the bestselling nonfiction book on UFO-related subjects in history. His most recent book about alien contact is ‘Them’, published in 2023. In 2021, he published ‘Jesus: A New Vision’ and in 2022, ‘A New World’. Both these books are follow-ons to Communion that extend his research beyond personal issues of contact and into broader areas. He is the author of over 40 other books, including ‘the Wolfen’, ‘the Hunger’ and ‘Superstorm’, all, as with Communion, have been made into films.
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