needle punched

102-FOLKLORA [Folkloric-Flora]
-The Dancing Cacti Pokemon
-Ability:  Storm Drain/Rain Dish - Dancer(HA)
-Dex: “This very social pokemon live in large and very festive groups that can often be found dancing to the sounds of nature. The fruit on top of its head is incredibly delicious, but this pokemon requires lots of water to grow a new one.”
    -Petal Dance
    -Rain Dance
    -Pin Missile
    -Cotton Guard

–>Evolves with waterstone<–

103-ADELACTI [Adelita-Cacti]
-The Rebel Pokemon
-Ability: Storm Drain/Rain Dish- Dancer(HA)
-Dex: “This fierce pokemon travel in group across the desert looking for water sources where they can establish their homes. This pokemon will defend its water hole with astounding ferocity, using its arms positions to hit the opponent high and low at the same time.”
    -Cross Chop
    -Needle Arm
    -Drain Punch
    -Spiky Shield

This pokemon is female only

[045.] under the skin

nothing was ever mine
until i made it part of me by force;
things can be broken, sold,
stolen, clothes can be torn.
all that ever seemed real
were the physical reminders.
pierce me, put a hole in my skin
and i’ll know you were there
i’ll know this was for me
i’ll always have a scar from the time
i said “fuck it” and took myself out
past the flaring yellow gorse bushes
stole a day for myself and enjoyed a needle
took a new punch of pain
from a blonde with a smile
and had something to show for it for once.
i’ll always bear the marks of a day
spent watching rain split the leaves in the garden
washed in music
sucking ink under my skin
and tying memories to flesh.

- under the skin // zia // k. r. cole

anonymous asked:

Hope this isn't too weird but can I have headcanons for Tfa poly jettwins, Ratchet, Blitzwing, Blackarachnia, Mtmte Rung,Poly cygate, Megatron with a Bot!s/o with the worst needle phobia like as soon as it mentioned they're out the door running and hiding, they have to be held down by multiple bots to get it and they have been known to accidently punch and kick without meaning too and after they got the needle they kind of pout with teary eyes (Sorry this just happens with me and needles a lot )

Literally me! I hate needles so much

Jetfire & Jetstorm:
-They try to hold you back when someone mentions needles and ask them to drop the conversation
-When it comes to you getting a shot, they’ll hold you down and tell you it’s okay while trying to distract you
-If you punch one of them, the other laughs. If you punch both, they both laugh and brag about how strong you are to everyone
-Afterwards, they pepper you in kisses while telling you how brave you are and that they want to take selfies with their brave s/o

-He easily catches when someone mentions needles and tells you to knock it off because no one has a needle with them right now so there’s no point being scared
-He will use restraints on you if he has to in order to give you a shot
-If you manage to punch you, he shoots you a death glare and says “stop that, it isn’t that bad.”
-Afterwards, he apologizes and gives you a kiss to make it feel better

-He calmly catches you and holds you then switches from icy to hothead to yell at the other con who dare mentioned needles in your presence
-He holds you to him as Random trying to distract you as the needle comes to you
-If you punch him, he goes straight to Hothead and yells at you, “I am trying to help you, you are lucky I am here! I could just leave you here alone with the little needle you little coward!”
-Afterwards, he apologizes and says he didn’t mean it and that he is so sorry he let his emotions get the better of him. He promises to make it up to with dance lessons and kisses (careful, Random is known for using way too much tongue…)

-She lets you run. She’ll find you later and comfort you, but she knows right now you’re freaking out
-She gets snippy because you should be tougher than this and not scared of a tiny needle
-If you punch her, she leaves. She knows it’s bad that she left but she doesn’t want to end up starting a fight
-After its done, she’ll hold you and tell it’s okay to be scared, but she will never understand your phobia

-He quickly covers your audios before the needle is even mentioned and changes the conversation after explaining your phobia
-He’ll sit with you while stroking your helm telling you comforting things
-If you punch him, he doesn’t get mad. He’ll just hush you and tell you that it is okay, he does not blame you
-Afterwards, he will sit with you and assure you everything is okay and offer you help to get over your fear

Cyclonus & Tailgate:
-Cyclonus will let you run, he knows where you’ll go and knows you’ll be back. Tailgate will run after you and hug you, unless Cyclonus holds him back
-Cyclonus holds you and tells Tailgate to calm you down from afar, no way is he letting Tailgate near you when you’re like this
-Because Tailgate stays back he never has been punched, but Cyclonus gets hit a lot. He is used to it and can take it
-After, Tailgate suggests cuddles to make you feel better, Cyclonus will agree

-He doesn’t understand why you are so scared of needles but if you run, he won’t stop you. He figures you just need to be alone
-When it comes to you getting a shot, he watches from across the room until he is asked to help. He doesn’t want to interfere with the doctors
-He tries to hold your hand, then he’ll restrain you and get punched in the face in the process. But blame you? Never!
-He will hold you afterwards telling it’s okay to be scared and he will help you get over your fear

every day of my life i think about going to get my ears pierced but then i think about needles punching holes in my body and so, here i am, day 65535161654, without pierced ears

//hey guys– this isn’t the typical kind of content on this blog but since my ear is hurting i figure i’ll talk a quick bit about piercings. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD; DO NOT USE A PIERCING GUN. i don’t care if oh you used one before or my friend used one and it was fine! piercing guns can not be properly sterilized, they aren’t precise, the piercing is more likely to reject, and can be very dangerous. in my opinion even just lobes should always be pierced with a needle— BUT JESUS FUCK, ANY AND ALL CARTILAGE PIERCINGS SHOULD BE DONE WITH A HOLLOW NEEDLE. 

using a gun on cartilage can literally SHATTER your cartilage and deform your ear. a hollow needle punches a hole through the cartilage and creates a place for the piercing to sit, rather than just shoving something into a place where there’s no room for it. please make sure you follow cleaning tips carefully, be aware if your piercing is rejecting or not, and ALWAYS be sure to get your piercing done by a professional. 

Drown Me in Salt; Burn Me in Ash

For @arustykiss. The rest will hopefully happen soon. (Yes, this will have more!)


Caroline woke with a gag in her mouth. Parting her lashes, she took in the cramped little cell and let her annoyance burn away the last of the drugs in her system. She was going to eat the witches, savor their fear.

“Are you really a mermaid?”

Head turning, she found herself sharing space with two others. For a moment, she was stunned she’d missed their presence next to her. Power. It was there - aged in their bones and sealed with blood.

The old gods always required blood.

Blinking, she tilted her head and tried to express her confusion. The girl was watching her with curious blue eyes and pretty blond hair that fit well with the rugged jaw and curly hair of the man next to her. The girl smiled slightly, a curling thing that spoke of the ruin of empires.

“That’s why they gagged you,” she said.

Caroline shrugged, unable and unwilling to offer more information. Mermaid was such a nonsensical word, a paint brush that softened the monster’s edge. Undine was closer to the truth, but Poseidon had never expected his blood to grow their own voices, to eat so willingly his brother’s creations.

Now all that remained were scattered remains of broken altars. True immortality was paid for in blood; the breaking of your enemy’s spine and the taste of marrow on your tongue. The ocean was old and it’s secrets were vast. Pushing herself into a slightly more comfortable position, she winced as the chains rubbed at her wrists. All she felt around her was earth, the cold press of man and iron.

In the end, it wouldn’t hold her.

“Mermaids are impossible,” the girl muttered mulishly, and the other laughed. Caroline eyed him with interest, was amused when he returned the inspection.

“Don’t mind Rebekah, love. She dislikes being wrong.” His voice was low, delightfully accented and the smile he gave her full of dimpled charm. Caroline gave him a flat look, unimpressed, and that smile widened. “I’m Klaus.”

She blinked, recognized the name.

“So you’ve heard of me,” the delight in his eyes, that glittering arrogance, it made her want to bite. But this one had sharp teeth too, and her song never worked that well against wolves. They had no ocean in their veins, only earth and fur. The wolf she sensed was faded somehow, trapped by a complicated spell but still there.

Instead, Caroline narrowed her eyes and held that challenging gaze. She did not bend for men, even those who felt like the electricity of an approaching storm. His eyes streaked gold, a warning she had no intention of heading.

“Please stop eye-fucking,” Rebekah demanded. “He’s not even that worth it.”

“Don’t be jealous, Bekah,” Klaus replied without breaking eyes contact. The sound of footsteps echoing down stone floors, that pulled Caroline’s attention. Catching Rebekah’s gaze, she winked and hunched into herself.

The witch who entered the jail was pretty, in the way of humans. Dark hair pulled gracefully into a knot, large eyes that carried her age well. She smiled as she entered the cell and Caroline had to wonder at her stupidity.

These were not beasts to be tamed.

“Ah, Jeanette,” Rebekah drawled. “I see you’re attempting to add to you menagerie.”

“I see they were not wrong,” she breathed, soft fingertips reaching out to caress the high arch of Caroline’s cheekbone. “An Undine. Although, I expected more from one of the Greek legends.”

Caroline hid her contempt, kept her eyes glassy with tears. With each slow, possessive caress against her cheek, she considered all the ways she’d eat this witch. Pity they were so far inland, or she’d drag her into the crushing depth, tangle her in seaweed and stroke the roundness of her cheeks as she drowned over and over - blood still warm with each bite. Then later, she’d lick her bones clean.

“What is she?” Rebekah’s voice cut into the room. The witch laughed, stepped back.

“Undine, a water elemental. There are so few left, I’d have expected more from her.” The witch smiled with pretty dimples. “A danger to men, but safe enough for the rest of us.”

As if seduction was a pretty game for only men.

“Jeanette, you play a dangerous game,” Klaus warned in mild tones. Caroline glanced at him, but his eyes were locked onto the witch. “Death will be a comfort when we finally allow it.”

“Your mother will be here shortly,” Jeanette dismissed. “This is my payment.”

“Oh yes, dear old mum,” Rebekah drawled. “Do you think you’ll hold us?”

“For two days, you’ve sat cozy in my little dungeon and my price was delivered. In a few hours, I’ll be rid of you and have a power none of you could imagine.”

“Dear mother’s bargains never work the way you expect,” Klaus told her, amusement clear on his face. “Did she say how she planned to kill us?”

“I did not ask,” Jeanette replied with a shrug. Interesting, that little tremor in her hands. She wasn’t as immune to the threat that Klaus exuded as she liked to pretend. Another gentle stroke of Caroline’s skin.

“Are you hungry, my sweet?”

Caroline deliberately blinked so that two tears slid into the gag. Jeanette smiled, clearly enjoying her supposed suffering. “We need you well fed, if tomorrow’s ceremony will work. I’ll send one of the girls with a meal.”

The stairwell was silent before she looked back at the vampires. She felt no listening spells, no lingering magic. Two sets of blue eyes stared back at her and she blinked in question.

“Do you fake orgasms that well too?”

Caroline rolled her eyes, letting her chest move in a sigh they could hear through the gag. Klaus let out a sound of amusement, flashed dimples.

“We’re not particularly fond of our dear mother,” Klaus murmured. “I’d be curious which cult thought bringing her back through the veil was a smart decision?”

“I’m going to eat Jeanette,” Rebekah snarled.

Caroline rattled her cuffs, narrowed her eyes. Jeanette was her meal, thank you. Rebekah pursed her lips. “You’re awfully loud for baitfish.”

She let a touch of magic darken her gaze, glanced away dismissive as more footsteps moved down the stairs. Caroline tucked back into herself, made herself as soft and tired as she could manage.

“I need to learn that trick,” Rebekah muttered.

Klaus grinned, leaned back. “You’re too used to crushing empires, Bekah. Our new friend seems to be a touch more adaptable.”

Caroline let her eyes close, carefully started to work the edges of her gag with the softest tendril of magic. It had been tied hastily, and would take some delicate finagling. But she just needed it loose, not off. The little witch who brought the cart was young, barely into her twenties and fresh faced.

“Bringing blood bags?”

The little witch frowned at the vampires, keeping her eyes trained on the IV drip she was setting up. “This isn’t for you.”

“I didn’t know mermaids needed blood.”

The witch straightened, staring at Caroline with curious eyes. “She’s an Undine. They eat more than blood.”

Caroline felt the gag shift, but waited for those careful hands to start back up with the equipment. She hated needles. All that metal punching through skin. She used to wear bone in her ears, carve it in beautiful shapes and stain her jewelry with blood. This tiny little human would have made a beautiful necklace, maybe a comb.

The gag fell loose.

The girl didn’t notice, distracted by Klaus laughter. Spitting out the cloth, she smiled.

“You shouldn’t fear the vampires.”

She did love how she went stiff, but the girl faced her with witches eyes and a set mouth. Poor little baby, with her false confidence and certainty that magic was gender based. Caroline crooned, letting the notes sink into the air; let the allure of the ocean crawl through the perfect tones.

The vampires both froze in surprise, but they weren’t her prey. Keeping the tones low, she let her magic dance in the air in feather light brushes. Let the rhythm and tone of her voice weave around the little witch who was moving to re-adjust her gag.

Her fingers froze just as they brushed Caroline’s skin, her eyes slowly glazing. Caroline knew she had her when the tension eased from those delicate shoulders. Tongue snaking out, she invited her closer with her smile; watched the little witch sway forward with a breath hitching in her soft little throat.

“Hi,” Caroline whispered, letting her voice go breathless, lashes fluttering. “I’m Caroline.”


A little hum, another note to her song. “Can I touch you, Rose?”

A frantic little nod, and Caroline ran her tongue along her upper lip. Kept her sharp teeth hidden just a little longer. “Can you untie me?”

Those heavy lashes fluttered, glazed eyes uncertain. Caroline made a low, soothing noise caught her gaze. “Do you have a key?”

“Yes,” breathless as clumsy fingers fumbled in her pockets. A key appeared, and she went up on her toes. Soft, careful fingers brushed against her wrists as the iron fell away. Caroline sighed and smoothed away those dark curls, dragged her nails lightly down the sensitive skin of the girl’s nape. Enjoyed, for a moment the shiver that ran over her, the flush on young cheeks. Waited until the pale arch of her throat was bared before bending and sinking her fangs in deep.

She took two mouthfuls before wrenching her neck, and swearing. “I really want to know who told the witches about those goddamn herbs.”

“So, more of a siren?” Klaus said thoughtfully, head tilting as he faced her with no fear.

Caroline sighed and disentangled herself from the chains and the corpse. “What is it with humans and naming things?”

“Power,” Klaus murmured as she reached for his locks. “Dominion does not come easily, against the unnamed night terrors. Why are you helping us?”

“I’m bored,” Caroline told him, switching to Rebekah’s chains. “You little vampire creations are amusing, even if you taste like the grave.”

“Rude,” Rebekah muttered. She narrowed her eyes, and Caroline arched both brows. “You’re not going to try to sing us to our deaths?”

Caroline snorted, lifted her palms. “In what ocean? You’re useless to me as food and setting you free will annoy that bitch upstairs. I’m going to be pissed if she tastes like that one.”

Klaus stepped into her space, reached out to swipe at her lips with his thumb. Holding her gaze, he licked it clean. “Vervain.”

“We’re unable to compel witches,” Rebekah murmured. “Who knows you dislike vervain?”

“I’m a mythological nightmare,” Caroline told them, as she studied Klaus with narrowed eyes. Deliberately she licked the rest of the blood from her lips, watched as his pupils widened with interest. “I’m also hungry, so I’m going to go and taste test a few witches. Feel free to stay out of my way.”

“Fond of a little bloodshed, love?”

Caroline laughed and headed for the stairs. “You’ve obviously never played with drowning sailors before; all that hope, that thrashing adrenaline as you breathe air into their lungs so you can pull them deeper, let them see the heart of what awaits them. This will be a bit boring in comparison.”

She blinked as arms suddenly looped through hers, the vampires crowding on either side of her. Klaus smiled at her, eyes black and fangs sharp.

“No, we prefer our slaughter to linger in the walls, and along the floorboards so that anyone who comes upon the scene knows that death walked among them.” He brought her hand to his mouth, kissed her knuckles.

“Caroline,” Rebekah said with that crushing smile. “It was Caroline, right? How many of those witches can you seduce with your voice?”

“All of them,” she said with amusement. “But magic requires payment, and I’m already hungry. I suppose I could eat one of you, but as I said, I’ve no interest in your blood.”

An unreadable glance between the vampires. The, his smile matching his sisters, Klaus tugged on one loose curl.

“Then let’s find something more suited to your palate, sweetheart.”

Checkpoint! --Autosaving--

Hello Lovely Tumblr people! It’s time to get back into the book building! Some big changes are happening which means I’ll probably be doing a fair few group projects (as in the projects will be grouped together, rather than me working with other people).
Since this is the first big group project, I’ll show the whole build. Future group builds will start from having the book guts sewn together and such to prevent boredom induced narcolepsy.

Anyway, into the build!

Boom! Paper cut and folded into signatures. What you can see is 3 A5 journals / notebooks, 4 A6 notebooks, and 2 A6 landscape journals. All are blank 100gsm paper.

I needed cutting templates! After the move I realised that I had thrown out all of my hole cutting templates in a fit of cleanliness! Ah well, it’s not like they’re that difficult to make.
Start by getting a piece of MDF longer than the paper is tall. Mark one end as the top (T) and mark a line where the bottom of the signature is.

With that done, you can Mark out where you’re going to have your tapes (or cords, I’m not one to judge). Also don’t forget your entry and exit holes at either end of your signatures. These are also used for sewing your head and tail bands. I usually mark mine in 10mm from the ends.

Sandwich your stack of signatures between the templates and clamp hard. Don’t do what I’ve done in the past and get impatient. You can’t just clamp in 4 books worth of signatures and expect it to work perfectly. Do one book at a time. Remember you’re after quality, not quantity (unless you are after quantity, in which case invest in making a jig to hold 100 books and a bandsaw).

Cut your grooves along the markings. You don’t want to cut too shallow - That makes it so you actually have to punch your needle through 1 or 2 pages when it comes to sewing. You want to cut just deep enough that it penetrates through to the middle page. You learn that from practice and from having a line drawn on your saw.

Sometimes you haven’t cut your paper very well at the start. You know what? That doesn’t matter in the end. After you’re done with sewing you’re going to end up trimming your edges square.

Complete cutting sewing holes for all books.

Onto sewing! Depending on how big your book is, you’ll want at least 2 tapes. Anything over A6 I like to use 3. I started by placing my stack of pages on my sewing frame, aligning the tapes to their spaces and then flipping all but one of the signatures back (the stack at the back has the folded edge pointing away from the sewing frame).

If you’re doing multiple books, it’s a good idea to make some risers. That way you don’t have to keep re-setting your sewing frame every time you finish a book.
I’ll be making another sewing frame in the near-ish future, so I’ll cover the building of that in detail.

Some tips!
First, your legwear make good pin holders. 
Second, The tail of your thread can often get caught up in your knots when you’re trying to do your kettle stitch at the ends. Tuck it under the corner of the book guts to keep it out of the way.

Okay, with the landscape journals I felt that they were too thick, so I split them in half.

And sewed them in one hit on the risers. See? Useful.

Continue sewing until all your paper is into something resembling book guts.

Trim your raggedy edges so they end up all square and pretty. Yes, I’m using a paper guillotine. No, it’s not essential to the hobby but it helps. You can use a paper plane or even a box-cutter if you like (or your teeth even, if you are feeling overconfident in your own abilities).

The spines are rounded and end pages made. The bottom three are getting special treatment, so they’re not glued on yet (they’re going to be in the next blog). The rest have received scrapbook paper as end pages.

All the excess sewing tape is cut off. I feel that I should mention here that i’m using 12mm cotton webbing here. I’m not using specialised linen bookbinding tape. I’m not made of money (that saying always bothered me. If I were made of money, then I would be even less inclined to spend myself).

Yeah, on the 3 larger books I felt that I should mushroom them. I hear that doing that helps them resist pulling out of their curve. They’re probably not thick enough to discover that particular problem, but it seemed to be the right thing to do.

And there we go. I put some indian cotton cloth spacers in the gaps between the tapes. Over that I glued on a hinge made from the same cloth as the spacers.

That’s all that is for this stage. After this it’s all headbands, pretty cover designs and leather.

Thanks for reading. I appreciate it. Feel free to send me a message or an Ask if you have any questions.

hyratel  asked:

I bet he deliberately 'ruins' a cape on an assignment so he and Kadee can turn it into an Ironic[TM] cooking apron

This is like some straight up biblical metaphor right here. Beat your swords into plow shares? Turn your battle cloaks into cooking aprons!

Hipster Vader and Kadee getting creative about it, too. Kadee using her various needled appendages to punch haphazard eyelet holes in strategic places on the apron. At first she tries making cutesy things, like hearts or flowers.

But then Anakin gets in on it and cuts an Unfettered mark into the top of the apron. Kadee hems the edges in white thread.

Anakin gleefully puts it on and says, “Time to cook up some sedition!”

Kadee thinks this is hilarious.

giantpredatorymollusk  asked:

If every cell in our bodies is replaced in seven years, how do tattoos stay on?

RIGHT!? Isn’t that FREAKING COOL! Your skin cells only last for a few weeks, and yet your tattoo lasts YOUR WHOLE LIFE! 

WELL! The outer layer of our skin is made of collagen, a flexible but durable protein. This is constantly sloughing off and being replaced from below as cells die leaving only their collagen-filled shells behind.

But when you get a tattoo, the needle punches past the outer layers of skin, doing quite a bit of damage. The result is that scar collagen forms around the dye that’s been placed in the dermis. Scar collagen, unlike skin collagen, doesn’t replace (which is why scars last forever.) The particles of ink are too large for white blood cells to surround them and carry them off to lymph nodes so they just sit there, surrounded by small amounts of scar collagen outside of your skin cells…pretty much forever. 

This is the key to tattoo removal, by the way. Lasers are used to break the ink into smaller bits, so your white blood cells can take care of them.

Tattooing machines used today insert tiny needles, loaded with dye, into the skin at a frequency of 50 to 3,000 times per minute. The needles punch through the epidermis, allowing ink to seep deep into the dermis, which is composed of collagen fibers, nerves, glands, blood vessels and more.

From the TED-Ed Lesson What makes tattoos permanent? - Claudia Aguirre

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