silver strap

The Shield of Achilles

Homer, Iliad 18.478-489

And first he crafted a shield, both great and sturdy,
And added ornaments on every side,
And around the edge he fashioned a triple rim
Shiny and flashing; and onto it he fastened
A silver shield-strap.  The shield itself had five
Layers in all; and onto it he worked
Many adornments, with all his clever craft.
He fashioned on it the Earth, and Heaven too,
Along with the sea, the Sun that never tires,
And the full Moon, plus all the constellations
That Heaven is crowned with: the Pleiades, the Hyades,
Mighty Orion, and the Bear, which men
Also call the Wagon; it turns forever
In the same place and keeps its eye on Orion,
And it alone has no share in the baths of Ocean.
Ποίει δὲ πρώτιστα σάκος μέγα τε στιβαρόν τε
πάντοσε δαιδάλλων, περὶ δ’ ἄντυγα βάλλε φαεινὴν
τρίπλακα μαρμαρέην, ἐκ δ’ ἀργύρεον τελαμῶνα.
πέντε δ’ ἄρ’ αὐτοῦ ἔσαν σάκεος πτύχες· αὐτὰρ ἐν αὐτῷ
ποίει δαίδαλα πολλὰ ἰδυίῃσι πραπίδεσσιν.
    Ἐν μὲν γαῖαν ἔτευξ’, ἐν δ’ οὐρανόν, ἐν δὲ θάλασσαν,
ἠέλιόν τ’ ἀκάμαντα σελήνην τε πλήθουσαν,
ἐν δὲ τὰ τείρεα πάντα, τά τ’ οὐρανὸς ἐστεφάνωται,
Πληϊάδας θ’ Ὑάδας τε τό τε σθένος Ὠρίωνος
Ἄρκτόν θ’, ἣν καὶ Ἄμαξαν ἐπίκλησιν καλέουσιν,
ἥ τ’ αὐτοῦ στρέφεται καί τ’ Ὠρίωνα δοκεύει,
οἴη δ’ ἄμμορός ἐστι λοετρῶν Ὠκεανοῖο.

Thetis waits while Hephaestus prepares new arms for Achilles.  Fresco from triclinium E of House IX.1.7, Pompeii; now in the National Archaeological Museum, Naples.

anonymous asked:

The picture at the top of the "stitching leather" post you just made shows what looks like a slit in the leather and a strap pulled through it. Is there anything special you have to do to cut a slit like that? Do you have to worry about it tearing (like, widening the slit, if you see what I mean), afterwards, or is the leather too tough for that to be a problem?

Ya! The tool is called an oblong punch, or a slot punch, and they are very handy. Here’s a pic of the Fili bracer laid out flat to make the slots easier to see:

It’s a clean, professional way of attaching straps so that the end is not visible from the top side, and it’s also stronger because it changes the direction that the stress is applied to the attachment point (usually a rivet, but in the Fili bracers I worked it into the stitching instead). Veg-tan leather heavier than like 5 oz is very, very unlikely to tear, and the rounded edges of the slot punch distribute any stress.

Some more examples:

(On the silver Loki shoulder, the strap runs through a slot in the top piece but is riveted to the bottom piece.)

Oblong punches come in a variety of lengths and they’re one of the more expensive leatherworking tools (like, the good ones run $30-$50 apiece). I have, over the years, eventually sprung for the nice ones in most sizes:

The two black ones are 1/2″ and 3/4″, from Tandy – the silver one is a 3/8″ that I had to order off eBay because Tandy doesn’t carry that size. The cheap ones look like this:

They’re much more likely to get clogged up, and the edges I think are flimsier and wear down and get hard to punch quicker.

But, good news, if you don’t want to buy a slot punch you can substitute with a hole punch and a utility knife:

Which is cool, because you need slots not just for hiding the ends of your straps, but also for buckles (as shown above) and also to use in place of round holes for locking buckles (this is what I originally bought the 3/8″ slot punch for):

So that is the slot punch, THE END!

Moon of Fire Part ii (Sastiel Sequel)

Thank you so much to everyone who showed their love for the first of part of Moon of Fire! Special mention to @thebookdiviner for her amazing, beautiful, gorgeous aesthetics edit for part i as well!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v


“Bring her back,” Kastiel had shouted, clawing at the floorboards in the House of Mist. “Bring her back!”
“She’s gone, Kastiel,” Amren said, pulling him to his feet.
Kastiel shook his head. “How do you know? How do you know where she went, if she’s alright, if she’s made it? How do you know?”
Amren’s mouth was about to open, about to make a sound, before Kastiel was yanked from his dream.
He was sweaty, despite the open windows that let the cool breeze of the night in. He wished the dream hadn’t ended so abruptly, so he could hear Amren’s steady voice, explaining to him everything so vividly, so clearly, as if to say how could you ever doubt me, Kastiel?
Now, he lay awake in the bed he’d shared with Seraphine.
It was cold and empty—just as he was.
Though he couldn’t shake that feeling, that undeniable dread at the thought of Seraphine gone from him. Somewhere he couldn’t go.
I came alive when I met you she had said to him.
Yet she still left.
And he didn’t come with her.
The shadows rippled in the corner of his eye. Anyone who wouldn’t have known what to look for could have easily mistaken it for nothing. Though Kastiel knew better.
“Father asked you to spy on me again?” he said into the shadows.
“Not quite,” Azriel said, appearing at the foot of his bed. “I’m just here to check on you.”
Kastiel turned those words over and over in his head. He couldn’t understand what exactly he was feeling—couldn’t even put it into words. But he was certain on one thing—he shouldn’t have let Seraphine’s fingers slip from his hands. He shouldn’t have let her go through the portal alone, without him, without telling her how he felt. Letting Seraphine go was the biggest mistake of his life.
“I’m going to get her back. I’m going to tell her.”
He met his uncle’s eyes and shifted to the side of the bed to make room.
Azriel laid down next to him and together, they comforted each other in their silence.

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X-Boys chokers

(Because I saw some Sirius Black cosplay gifs, and died, and it led to this. )

Warren decked out in all his leather clad glory wearing a black matching choker with a little metal heart in the middle, his favorite style since it just looks so good on him.

Kurt wearing a baby blue, lace trimmed choker with a small white bow in front with a little dangly bell
Pastels are just made for Kurt, they show up beautifully against his skin and lace makes him look so innocent (and he really is, such a sweetie)

Peter would have a lot of different chokers, some with little charms, a few with bows, and some customized like his favorite silver strap with a little green Alien head charm (he would of course have the pizza too…)

(younger) Alex would jokingly buy a thin leather choker with small spikes on it for you, only for you to get him to test it out. It went well. Later on he can always be found in his leather cord puka shell choker.

Sean’s chokers are mostly what you’ve bought him, so they’re mostly little shamrock charmed things, especially since you like to call him your ‘lucky charm’

Monday Respite - Thieves Tools

Rogues are of an important caste of adventurer. Born in danger. only to live amongst it for the remainder of their lives. Often knee-deep in strenuous terror, the Rogue’s skill-set is one befitting of a fellow willing and able to do anything to succeed: the very essence of professional, with no-matter how debased and violent that profession is. There are no retired thieves; only patient ones.

And if you ever find yourself brought into one’s close acquaintance, value the opportunity like a miser would a shining coin in the dirt. But remember, a gift from a thief is a favour you will owe ‘til called upon. Some timid folk even claim that the most dastardly of Rogues take ownership of the recipients of their presents, claiming their souls until the debt is balanced.

Here are a selection of knick-knacks and doo-hickeys that’ll perplex any fumble-thumbed brute to disinterested in the art to recognise a Tri-Iambic Pentameter from a Two-Tick, sheathe hold, Witherman-Oak lock.

Crippler’s Palm

A single, polished-leather glove with a small, silver buckle strapped tight on the wrist is the implement of death that was supposedly dealt to several members of the established aristocracy at the regal feast in the capital. According to a witnessing guard upon the balcony, over seeing the busying commotion within the gardens nearing sundown, a lone figure, neither male nor female, parted the crowds in a hurry. Like a red-cloaked salmon striding up-stream, they passed dozens on the way to the orchard. For each one they passed, they caught their attention of with a gentle hand onto the shoulder, or a tap on the back, perhaps a tug on the arm. And for each one he touched with that glove, a few seconds later, we had a corpse. Some have several cracked ribs with no sign of external injury. A couple have crooked necks or spines, twisted like tinder. All is known for certain, is that the suspect darted across the hedge line into the obscuring treeline as soon as the first crunch of bone and collapsing body broke the ambiance, tossing the implement behind them with a dainty bow.

Retorting Headband of Limitless Wit

This elegant band of glimmering platinum is decorated with gleaming studs of colourful, aquatic gems across the front. It sits atop the wearer’s ears and snugly wraps around their scalp, regardless of whether there is hair or not to grip. Whomever dons such an item finds that, when diplomacy turns from negotiation to interrogation, they know exactly what their opposition’s reaction to their own words will be. With this knowledge, they can quickly jump through several options, weighing in the information, to eventually dismantle their defences and leave them astounded and utterly defeated.

Countess’ Ebony Shoulder Cloak

Misery followed the fabled Countess in the south like a bad joke. Every man, woman, and child ‘tween the callous hills and the gravel coastline had heard of’t. She rode from village to village; her knightly entourage bullied taxation out of everyone who was caught in their passage. Doors broken open, windows smashed, barns burned. Eventually, the oppressed victims of these pillaging aristocrats gathered enough coin to convince a seasoned highwayman to put a knife into her neck. True enough, the professional picked off her clumsy protectorate whilst they braved a barren forest road. His perch amongst the pines offered the perfect advantage against the helpless soldiers. Her carriage was trapped stuck in place as a trip wire let a tree topple onto the horses leading it, crushing them and her escape in an almighty thump. Satisfied, he danced down from his branch on-high and unsheathed his skinning knife - a gift from his uncle and teacher -and wrenched the side door off its hinges with an almighty roll of his shoulder. Inside, the Countess sat silently on her silken seat. Her gilded shoulder cloak shined like Crow feather in the sunset knifing through the treeline and into the carriage, her smile broke through her lips like gold within an opened purse. She met the assassin’s glare with a bow of the head: an appreciation of true talent. He leveled his knife at her neck. She responded by pulling her shoulder cloak across her torso, and in a flurry of blood and bites, became a storm of bats, black as ink, sharp as glass. The highwayman didn’t even have time to recoil away before he had his clothing torn at from every angle as the swarm overcame him, lifting his writhing, screaming form into the air. And with a snap, the flailing ceased, and the bloodied tatters of flesh, with the coin that bought him, hit the road. The Countess reformed at the side of a horse baring a slumped knight, reaching down to collect the taxes from the thief’s corpse, wiping a drip of deep red from her chin.

Decoy Rings

Sold in pairs, entirely inseparable through misfortune or conscious effort, these simple wooden rings of polished maple always find eachother, somehow. When both are fitted on both hands of a humanoid creature, that being becomes subconsciously aware that their arms, from the shoulder down to the nail, are false. These magical recreations function just as effectively as the previous, organic pair, and can be shedded like a lizard losing its tail to escape a predator. Once the falsities are detached, the true pair of hands appear, seemingly out of nowhere in particular. Often used by condemned prisoners to escape binds, or by greedy spelunkers who become trapped by their hands in traps or mechanisms.

Tinkerer’s Whistle

This brass whistle is slender, and narrow. It is attached to a loop of red string and is engraved with minute etchings of tools, instruments, and implements of delicate craft. Once blown, it emits a piercing whine which makes the ears of young children and small animals itch with unease. After a short while, no more time than it takes for the pain of the sound to disappear, a cantankerous machine of gears and steam jumps into view through a dinner plate sized portal which closes behind it as he exits. It stands 1 and a half feet tall at the shoulder, and resembles a crudely engineered impish creature in thick goggles and a leather apron. Once the summoner is ready, she can direct the machine at a troublesome lock, an impenetrable security system, or a dangerous trap mechanism. From here, the machine will split his hands into several dozen spider-like limbs, each holding a unique and bizarre widget or gadget for bizarre and unique jobs, starting their work on the machine. Once complete, it hops back into the port fro whence it came with a leap.


Pixie x



Coronation robes for a Viscount and Viscountess, first half 20th century

Worn by Edward Knollys (who was Governor General of Bermuda during the second World War) and his wife Margaret née Coats. Both sets were worn to the 1952 coronation, but the Viscount’s robe could be earlier and worn at the 1911 and 1937 coronations.

Peter Jones cotton velvet kirtle with silver brocade waist-strap with detachable train, white fur trim; the Peer’s robe by Northam of silk velvet and ermine, lined in taffeta; with two matching plated coronets.

Drugs and Candy

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: You and Bucky were in a relationship that you both didn’t feel was going the way you were wanting it to. You both became distant and irritable and feared that splitting would be best, so you split…only to realize it might not have been the right decision.

Warnings: Language, brief descriptions of past sexual encounters, slight drinking, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1,527

Song: Drugs and Candy by All Time Low

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

You stood at the top of the stairs looking down at all the people in their formal dress. Your silver gown lightly sweeping the floor with every step you took. When you finally see Bucky, you feel the pang of regret and yet…you also have the feeling of wanting him to notice you.

When you reach the ballroom floor you see Tony chatting up some man in a black suit with a blue undershirt. He loves holding his galas and finding new people to talk with. You glance around slightly frantic, looking for someone, Steve, Wanda, Sam, anyone you can talk with to keep you from being available to Bucky.

“Y/N! Over here!” Wanda calls from the drink table. You sigh and quickly make your way over to her. You turn slightly to see the Bucky hadn’t even glanced in your direction. It hurt more than it should have.

“Well don’t you look stunning! You sure do clean up nice!” Wanda says with a wink. She hands you a glass of champagne and smiles when you take a sip.

“Speak for yourself! You look as gorgeous as ever!” You say gesturing to her emerald green high-low gown. She smiles and rolls her eyes before bringing the glass to her lips.

“Well a certain someone can’t seem to keep his eyes off of one of us, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t me hes gawking at.” She says while looking around. You quickly turn your head, your curled hair falling from your shoulder onto your back. Your eyes meet and while his eyes don’t change your heart stops flat. He looks back to who he was talking to quickly before looking back to you. You turn leaving his gaze.

“Just talk to him Y/N. You both still clearly have feelings for each other. Its blatantly obvious.” Wanda says taking your arm and pulling you toward a less occupied corner of the room. When you two stop she pulls you in front of her.

“Wanda I can’t. You know how it went. We were always arguing and it wasn’t doing anything for either of us.” You say. Wanda shakes her head.

“Bullshit. Thats downright Bullshit. Yes, you two fought, but when did you not work it out? Yes, you two yelled a lot, but do you know how many times we could all, and I mean all hear you two from behind your bedroom door? You two were passionate in many many ways. You two were unstoppable on missions, the chemistry and compatibility between you two was absolutely certain. You two just let it get the best of you, and neither of you have been the same since you guys called it off.” She rants.

Just as you begin to reply she points behind you and spins you around to face the man you had been wanting to avoid all night. His eyes are wide and he takes a slight step back to give you space. Your hands are stiff at your sides and one of his goes up to his neck. Wanda places her hands on your shoulders.

“Fix it. Talk to him.” Wanda whispers before handing you another glass of champagne. You quickly down the liquid and hand her the glass before she walks away.


Her dress is a wrap type dress with one shoulder strap. The silver compliments her tremendously and the long gash going up to her upper thigh makes my mind wander to places I’ve been many times before. Her blue eyes gaze up at me as she holds one arm with the other.

“You look great Y/N. Reall, great.” I stammer. As I mentally slap myself, she smiles slightly.

“Thank you Bucky, you look pretty dashing yourself.” She says. I can’t help but chuckle slightly.

“How uh, have you been lately?” I ask, reaching for some desperate thing to keep us talking longer.

“I’ve been good, you?” She asks looking down to the floor again.

“I’ve been better.” I say looking at her. She meets my eyes and shakes her head. I know where this is going and I can’t let it happen.


“Bucky this isn’t the time or place for this.” You say turning to leave. You’re spun back around with the pull of your arm. Bucky begins pulling you around the outside of the crowd to the coat closet…which you both are very familiar with.

“Then we’ll go somewhere else.” He growls. You both enter the closet and he pulls the door shut behind you two after making sure no one was watching. He flips the light switch and turns to you.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this? Why in here?” You ask. His eyes soften slightly at the sound of your voice.

“It was the closest private place we had. I have to talk to you.” He says.

“About what Bucky?! There is nothing to talk about!” You harshly whisper.

“Yes there is Y/N, we have to talk about us.” he says.

“There is. No. Us.” you say rolling your eyes at your best attempt to fight back the tears you know are forming. He rolls his eyes and runs his hands through his hair.

“Oh for fucks sake Y/N! It’s impossible for there to be no us don’t you get that?! There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you! I walk into the briefing room and remember all the times we whooped ass on missions that the others wouldn’t go near. The times we would be together and save people because we were just that good. There isn’t a gala that goes by that don’t think about the times I yanked you in here only carefully ridding you of whatever sexy dress you wore so we could make it go unnoticed when we walked out of here. The times I had you moaning my name up against that wall and praying to god nobody was able to hear the glorious sounds I heard from you. Not because I didn’t want anyone to know how good I made you feel but because those sounds were for me. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t remember all the petty fights we had, and other isn’t a day that goes by that I regret walking away from them without solving them. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret losing you Y/N.” He rambles. You stare at him sure that the tears are falling now.

“Bucky, we can’t be together. Our fights, they never ended well, we can’t risk-” You start. He cuts you off.

“We can try. Our goods outweigh our bads. We need each other more than we need to be away from each other. Please Y/N, let’s just try.” He says taking one step closer to you and grabbing your hand. You look down at him and back to his eyes. They were the same eyes you would gaze into during slow dances. The same eyes you would gaze into during late night heart-to-hearts you two would have in bed. The same eyes you would look to for guidance on missions. The same eyes you would watch all the many times you two made love. The same eyes you fell in love with the moment you met them. Without thinking you pull yourself up to his lips and card your hands through his hair. His lips work with yours in harmony making your heart flutter at the familiar feeling he brings you.

His hands go to your hips and he pushes you down slightly, breaking away from you.

“God, you still taste just as sweet.” he laughs. You smile and feel the heat rise in your cheeks

“I want to try. I want to fight less. I want to work out the fights we do have. I want to have the goods we used to have. I want us back. I want you back, Bucky. I DONT want to give up on us.” You say letting both hands trail down his tuxedo clad arms. He takes your hands in he and runs his thumbs over the tops of them.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m too addicted to you to let go huh?” He says before pulling you back to his lips.

He goes on to show his addiction in ways you both have experienced many times before…and you couldn’t be happier about it.


Much love to @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x for helping me out again with this one, shes pretty darn great!!
Dean’s New Nickname.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

Originally posted by freak-of-evolution

A/N: So if you follow my main blog, you can see that I am a huge slut for Harley Quinn, both animated and movie version. I love both Harley Quinn and SPN a lot so I wanted to do a little fic where the reader dresses up as club Harley when on a case with the boys. Hope you guys enjoy and I may do something with this if I get a good response towards it! ;) 

Warnings:None, except for a daddy kink. 

Words: 1,075

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So I liked these so much that I’m making charms of them! :D

So now they are available for pre-order!  I do need to get an estimate of how many I need so they should be done around the end of March or early April. Will also come with small thank you pre-order bonus and preorder set discount! After pre-order is done discount will not be available!

Cute 1.5 inch one sided acrylic charms of Dragon Hanzo and Boof Bork Mccree. 

9$ each or 16$ for both! 16$. Discount only for pre-orders! So order now!!!!

Mccree will be on a frosted light pink and will come on a orange phone strap with lobsterclaw.

Hanzo will be on a cool seafoam with a sparkling silver phone strap and lobsterclaw

Link here for my Etsy shop! —