seven loops

the blazing bombardier.

Idk, this is just a summery fluffball of a Sterek getting-together drabble because I’m tired of winter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

He knows such people exist because he’s been standing in line with them for the Blazing Bombardier for half an hour now, but even when he’s looking right at them, it’s hard to believe. Seriously, why. The list of things to do on a Saturday afternoon that don’t involve screaming and trying not to hurl is literally infinite. He could be lounging around in his pjs in his dorm right now and rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, just for example. Or working out, or going for a drive to the beach, or watching a movie with Boyd and Erica. (Boyd and Erica are officially his favorite people right now because, unlike his sisters, they understand the basic concept that friends don’t make their friends who lose bets ride the most terrifying invention since clown costumes.)

The line moves forward, and oh god, now Derek can actually see the loading station. The seats are wicked-looking hanging harnesses painted to look like flames. He’s going to be sick before he even sits down in the thing.

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When Granny Is A Bitch

I decided, upon waking up in the early morning, that I would just work whatever the next square was, as found in the list at YARNutopia. Rather than sift through the multitude of squares that need to still be worked–a process that I normally do, and one that takes at least fifteen minutes, at best–I decided to keep it simple, by telling myself that I would work the first unworked square on the list.

Square 6 it is, then.

What started out, by the picture, to seem as though it was a sweet and unassuming granny, turned out, in actuality, to be a granny that was a complete and total bitch…something that was made even more obvious by the fact that she appeared to be sweet and innocent. “Look at me,” I picture this granny saying, in a sweet (and slightly quivering) voice, luring in poor, innocent crocheters. “Aren’t I a pretty little thing?”

Then, once she has you fooled, the reality comes out. Behind those kind, innocent stitches, that appear simple and modest (at first glance) there is a MONSTER, ready to make your life complete hell!!!

Two words for you, dear readers. Two words, that should (in my opinion) strike a chord of fear in any crocheter. Two words that welcome one to the gateway of total insanity: Puff stitch!

(I can almost hear the horrified scream, as even the most avid of crocheters brings a hand to their mouths, to conceal the gasp.)

Oh, the puff stitch! There is absolutely NOTHING that can be worse.

Round two of the square worked is nothing but puff stitches. SIXTEEN of the little bastards, to be exact. Each puff stitch, in case (for whatever reason) you do not know, is made by yarning over and repeating the process of inserting your hook into the stitch of the round below, until you have a total of seven loops on your hook. Then, you are supposed to yarn over, and pull through all seven, in one smooth, graceful tug. Yeah…because that is going to happen! All I have to say is this: There are certain stitches, I am sure, that are created by those who have the knowledge of crocheting, yet absolutely DESPISE the process, and wish nothing more than to bring total chaos to those who find comfort in crocheting. The puff stitch is one of these. Each of the sixteen puff stitches that I was forced to work, drove me even closer to the brink of insanity. Each time I tried to yarn over and pull through seven loops, I was made even more aware of just how difficult (read impossible) this task is. I would make it through the first three or four, fine enough. Then, I would either lose the yarn I was working with, or would get it caught on a loop. It was a nightmare. It was complete and total YARN HELL! There is, in my opinion, not enough alcohol in the world to make the puff stitch a fun experience. I whined and suffered many little meltdowns, with this square. And, honestly, I do not feel as though I am quite as mentally sound now, as I was before I began work on it.

I fear this stitch now. I genuinely do. It is like some sort of boogeyman, that looms out there. The worst part is that I know I am not done with it. I know that it will be there, somewhere in the squares yet to be worked, ready to deliver a fresh new round of hell to me.

I shudder to think that I have to fall prey to this horrible stitch again, sometime in my future…

So, as ridiculous as it feels to write this, it took me well over forty-five minutes, to work sixteen puff stitches. The amount of time it normally takes me to finish a square (and that is being rather generous), was what it took yesterday, to merely complete one singular, EVIL round!

Needless to say, after the hell this square put me through, I was already BEYOND irritable when I went to my 8 am optometry appointment. And then, like clockwork, out comes the tiny little bottle of eyedrops. And, just like that…squirt, squirt, squirt.

I should say here that I have always been the type who has been squeamish about eyedrops. It just does not seem natural to me, to go putting foreign crap into one’s eyes. Then, there is the whole thing of it stinging like hell. Before last week, I avoided any sort of eyedrops  for any reason at all. If I had dry eyes (thank you, springtime allergies), I would rather deal with the excruciating burn and itchiness, then add drops. Yet, just as cosmic humor would have it, I–a man who seems to have some very dark-seeded phobia about eyedrops, and has tried in vain to avoid them at all costs–have, in the past week, had my eyes attacked with various drops of different types, on three separate occasions.

Needless to say–mostly because I have said it before–my vision was blurry, blurry, blurry!

After the appointment, I went (with my prescription in hand) to Eyeglass World, where I ordered up my glasses. Since each lens has a prism, they are special orders. So, no same day glasses for Michael. I was told that, at the very latest, they should be available for me by next Monday. However, the lady thought they would come back sooner than that. We shall see.

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Let’s talk about another type of completely bitchy granny. And, unlike the square, this granny is actually freaking hilarious. Yesterday morning, sometime after making my square, and before getting ready to head out to my appointment, my husband sent a link to my phone. The link showed this little old ninety-something lady, being asked a variety of different questions…most of them completely ridiculous. And, her responses….well…

I won’t spoil it. Rather, I urge my readers to Google The Fruitcake Lady. She has passed away, but her videos still keep her (and her dirty comedic value) alive. If anyone needs a good laugh, she is where I recommend you start. God knows that she put me in a happy mood. I still am laughing, even by recounting the video, to write this out.

Well…that is about it for this post. One more square down…a square that I am happy that I will not EVER have to work again. I hated working it, through and through. Yet, now that it is finished, worked in pretty shades of pink, blue, and butter yellow, I must say that it was worth all of the hell it gave me. Because, it is rather pretty.


I find it particularly interesting how, before the start of this challenge that I am now working, I had all but lost my desire to crochet. It had been quite some time since I had picked up a hook. (This is another reason for this challenge…to reconnect with crocheting, as it used to be something I found such joy in.) Before this project, my desire to crochet was, by and large, gone. Patterns I saw held no interest. It was all just blah.

Now, having started this challenge, I am finding that there are so many different patterns out there, that I would LOVE to be able to work. There are a boat load of patterns posted by my readers…and suddenly, I have an overwhelming desire to work every single one of them. From not caring about working any patterns I was seeing, to now wanting to work so many of them, and not having the time to do so, because of this challenge. (Needless to say, I am saving so many patterns on my computer, and promising myself that I will work them all, when this challenge is over.)

For now, all that I am crocheting are my grannies.

And, speaking of the granny squares…

33 Squares down. 432 to go. And, I am off to get cracking on the next granny square adventure.

So, I’ve recently started listening to The Adventure Zone. I know a few spoilers-the existence of Lup, for instance-but that’s it. I just finished Petals to the Metal, and had a couple of realizations that I do not like.

1. When Taako got mind-controlled off the wagon, during the race? If he had hit the ground, he would most likely be dead, or at least severely injured.

2. Given how hard he would have hit the ground, the Umbra Staff would almost certainly have snapped.

3. This would leave Lup free, with a dead/dying brother who has no idea she exists, the knowledge of who did it, and the reason why Taako doesn’t remember her.

4. There is no possible way for that to end well.

maridiakanan theme park date headcanons
  • mari and kanan are both adrenaline junkies. they make it a personal goal to go on all the nightmare screaming rides. mari in particular is scarily unaffected by this, she gets off a seven loop rollercoaster and immediately goes ’:D AGAIN!!!’ while kanan hangs back a bit to help poor dia recover. dia enjoys the rush to a degree but her tolerance level is low and she’s pretty much down for the count after 3 hellrides. you two go on ahead, she’ll be right here, where the solid ground is
  • mari and dia get super competitive over the game booths. they both manage to amass entire piles of the tiniest, dingiest prizes…. then kanan steps in and they’re both sporting 4ft tall pikachu plushies
  • mari does the good ol’ ‘oh no kanan you got some cotton candy on your cheek. let me get it. with my tongue’. dia is shocked and appalled by this inappropriate behavior. she also inexplicably becomes a considerably messier eater within the following four seconds
  • they go in the haunted house at mari’s insistence. mari makes sure to shriek Really Dramatically in totally believable terror while clinging to her girlfriends’ arms. dia constantly reminds everyone that it’s ridiculous to be scared, these are all costumed actors, there’s no reason to be scared at all oh my god did you hear that noise. kanan goes into Big Strong Protector mode and gets through most of it in admirable silence, until ¾ of the way a zombie jumps out right in front of her and she clocks him straight in the face. she may or may not have broken his nose. they are promptly shown outside with kanan and dia apologizing profusely while mari is laughing her head off
  • they want to ride the ferris wheel but there’s only room for two people max on each side, so kanan and dia sit on one bench while mari settles on top with her legs spread over both their laps. this might not be the most balanced position but eh, screw it, they manage.

starsandsupernovae  asked:

perfume and sparkling water?

perfume:if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?
Vanilla, Cardamom and allspice, hands down. And yes. it would also make a delicious cookie, thank you. 

sparkling water:what are your top three songs for the summer?
I don’t really change my music much through the course of the year. and my life doesn’t change much over the course of the year. But. This last summer, I spent a lot of time with Light of the Seven on a loop. And can’t stop listening to Big Parade by the lumineers and Elle King’s American Sweetheart. 

Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 8)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

13+ Recommended you’ve played at least one of Zen, Yoosung, or Seven’s route due to small spoilers.

Shit. An icy hand grips your insides. You try to slam the door shut, but the intruder – Unknown, whatever his name is – thrusts his leg in its path and forces it back open. You almost fall over at the strength behind his shove and scramble to regain your footing, pushing off of the wall and running to the kitchen. There has to be a knife, o-or a frying pan… anything you can use to defend yourself…

The intruder is in the doorway to the kitchen just as you pull out a knife and brandish it in front of you with both hands. Goddammit, it’s your bread knife. The rounded tip and serrated edge do little to make you look menacing. Why had you spent all your excess time cooking and reading instead of studying judo or self-defense?

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Very quickly because puppies want to go to bed. I was tagged by angrysouffle (I love your username, btw and did you really not know what destiel was when you watched the 200th??? Did you figure it out from the context? Thoughts/reactions? This fascinates me.)

ANYWAY on to your questions…

first fic you ever wrote. A terrible Hermione/Draco fic on back in 2001 when I was 19 and silly.

best fic you ever wrote. Watching Stars or The Walls Between Us or where the colors are

most popular fic you ever wrote. Entering Orbit

most unappreciated fic you ever wrote. The Flock because it’s gen, but I’m really proud of how it turned out.

fave fic kinks. I like wing kink but I’ve never written it?

fave fic writing process. Theme song from American Beauty on a seven-hour loop, new package of Oreos, candle for ambiance, dogs occupied with toys. Repeat this for 2-7 months. 

longest fic you ever wrote, in word count. Only Fools at 62.3k

funniest fic you ever wrote? Uh. The Creator is crack and I think it’s funny. Science Blues made me laugh a lot. Le Nouveau had funny parts.

quote a line from your fic. “He kisses tears from Cas’s face that might be his.”

describe your fics in three words. Domestic fluff nonsense

if you could only rec one fic it would be: I don’t know if you mean mine or someone else’s, but you can’t go wrong with this fic by kototyph. It’s just so good. If you mean mine, The Walls Between Us or What We Don’t Say.

That was actually really fun to answer, so I tag any writer who sees this.


gif loop inspired from Oneohtrix Point Never - RplusSeven album cover, which is a still from the old wonderful animation “le ravissement de Frank N.Stein”.

I recreated the room in Blender, it took a lot of work and times because it was my first 3d computer animation project, but it also was loads of fun and intriging discoveries. I resized and recoloured it with noises artifact as a gif, which feels to me like old vinyl scratches. 

ROOMS is a okay place, to feel empty and a bit warm.
I’m thinking about taking this further, could be hypnotising live visuals with some kind of progressive feedbacks.