I’m new to woodturning, but thought I’d share with you how I made this:
It’s very easy, if you know at least a little about bowl-making on a lathe. This is just a quick post to show you how I augmented the blank.
I started out with some scrap wood that I saved from my local sawmill’s “To Be Mulched” bin. It was an offcut that they couldn’t sell, and were planning on turning it into mulch. I asked if I could have it, and they were kind enough to give it to me for free.
I marked out a basic circle and offset a cross (not religious, I just liked the look and don’t know how else to describe it).
Then I used a miter saw to make the first cut. I put in some scrap walnut that I dug out of my own cutoffs bin and glued/clamped it up. I wasn’t thrilled about gluing end grain to long grain, but this was just an exercise in fun.
When that set up, I took it back to the miter saw and made the second cut, placed in the second piece of walnut, and glued/clamped it up again. This time it was long grain to long grain, so I felt better about it.
Now I needed to find a new center for my circle/bowl, and used sharpie to clearly define where I needed to make my blank on the bandsaw.
I liked the cross being offset. Okay, it was time to max out the swing capacity on my baby lathe!
After that, it was just another bowl to make.
The hardest part about making this was waiting for the glue to dry. :)
Summary: During a case with the Winchesters, things take a turn for the worse, and some secrets you’ve been hiding come to light.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of past smut, angst, pregnant reader, witches, injured Winchesters, character death, arguing, language, fluff
A/N: This fic is based on the prompt; “Reader hides her pregnancy so Dean won’t make her stop hunting yet, and when he finds out he is really pissed off” from a list @deanwinchesterxreader made a while back.
As always, feedback is welcomed!
Your mind kept running back to the positive pregnancy test you’d stashed in your bottom drawer of your room the night before. It wasn’t that you were upset by the news, but you knew as soon as you came clean to the boys about the news- they’d stop you from hunting. You knew they’d become protective over you, worry about the future, and you also couldn’t bear the idea of Dean’s reaction to the fact you were carrying his baby.
You’d spent one heated night together after a rough hunt, you both needed to blow off some steam after going up against a group of vamps and coming out a little battered and bruised after eventually taking them out.
Usually, you and the Winchesters would blow off steam by heading to a bar and possibly finding random hook ups for the night, but on this particular case, Sam had stayed behind after getting injured in a previous hunt. Which meant it left you and Dean alone. You’d helped patch each other up and had a bottle of whiskey at hand, you weren’t in the mood to go out after the day you’d had, surprisingly Dean offered to stay in with you.
One thing lead to another and soon you were in a haze of naked bodies kissing, touching, moving against each other in heated passion. The memory of him sent heat straight to your core, his perfect plump lips, his gorgeous body, his insanely talented mouth and not to mention his impressive-
“-Earth to Y/N.” Dean’s gruff voice pulled you from your daze. He furrowed his brows at you through the reflection of the rear view mirror as you sat in the back of the impala. “You alright?” He asked, the concern clear over his face.
You ran a hand through your hair and nodded, “yeah, yeah I’m good.”.
You could tell by Dean’s face that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press any more about it as the three of you exited the car and headed for the victim’s house to talk to his wife.
Ending a long week if biking, mowing, medication changes, dinner with friends after over a year and more with some Kava and Doctor Who.
While making the first batch I loaded the dishwasher, folded and put away the stuff from the dryer, filled the dryer with new stuff and put new stuff in the washer, while listening to New Girl playing loudly on the tv in the other room. I also put the trash to the curb. And today beyond all the other stuff, I also watered the front yard in two areas and the back in three.
I don’t have real shells, just these lovely wooden bowls which have Kava stains on them from being used and loved. But that doesn’t stop me from downing a few shells of Loa Waka, eating some pineapple and thinking of the 3000+ year history of the root that makes me feel a little better that its Sunday.
In norse mythology Loki, the god of mischief, was
responsible for the murder of Balder, the favorite
god in the Norse pantheon. As punishment, his
son, Vali, was turned into a wolf by Odin and killed his brother, Narfi,
whose entrails were then used to tie Loki to a stone,
and a snake dripping poisonous venom was suspended
over his face. Only his wife, Sigyn, was faithful enough to
remain by him, holding a wooden bowl over his eyes to
protect him from the venom. When Loki breaks free,
the final battle, Ragnarok, will start, signifying
the end of the world.
Expect a number of mini ficlets based on kiss prompts from me over the next few days. This first one was requested by a lovely nonnie - Captain Duckling and “I almost lost you” kiss. (rated T, 1600 words)
The tip of her silver spoon dips in and out of her lamb stew as she tries to conjure an appetite, her mind too full of other things to focus on the meal before her. It’s been much the same each time she’s sat at this table these past few weeks, eating enough to sustain, but too nervous to indulge - even when presented with her favorite meal of warm brie on toast. He left before dawn almost two fortnights ago, taking with him her heart. The truth of this had hit her like a kick to the gut she received once while learning to fight with one of the Royal Guard, feelings she’s been avoiding stealing her breath as his ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon. A shakily forged alliance between Pirate Captain and Queen Snow had set him on this journey, his task to pretend to be an ally and ascertain The Evil Queen’s plan.
The man she apparently loves is attempting to trick the most dangerous villain in all the realms and she’s just supposed to sit here and eat food and breathe and - oh god - something’s wrong. Her stomach heaves and her spoon chips the china bowl as it falls from her fingers. Sweat immediately begins to tickle at her temples and along the back of her neck as her own light magic pulses to life beneath her fingertips.
“Emma, what is it?”
Snow is on her feet and kneeling before her in seconds and Emma lets her hand be taken in her mother’s strong ones, knowing her magic will never hurt the ones she loves.
“I…I…I’m not sure, I just feel, something has happened…”
A loud crash and muffled voices cut off her ramblings and soon Grumpy is barreling into the dining room, his face a mask of annoyance as he shakes off one of the palace guards.
wake with loud knocks on your door, you look at the clock and it says it’s 4
pm. Who dares to wake you up in the middle of your nap? You get up from your
couch cursing the soul that is on the other side of the door.
you open the door all your anger disappears, on the other side you see Steve
and you hate how good looking he looks at the moment. He is standing there in a
dark blue sweater and some jeans looking amazing.
realize that you are staring “Steve, what do I own you the pleasure?” He smiles
at you entering you house “Well, I miss you.” He hugs you as he speaks “I am
pretty sure you do, but what are you doing here?”
“Treated myself to a bow turning today. This whopper has been drying for many months now and has been tempting me for a while now. 400mm diameter by 200mm high, from a storm damaged yew tree, felled within sight of my workshop. The tree surgeon aged the tree at pushing 500years old. Stunning character and figure, and a wildly dangerous to turn, but gorgeous live edge inclusion!…..”
this burning ambience pair from urbapothecary — palo santo sticks for a boho scent, plus an offering bowl for ashes and smoke — would be a great little gift set for anyone wanting to celebrate their daily offerings, or anyone looking to flush out bad vibes.
Warning: This is darker than what I usually write. It doesn’t have any triggers but I just wanted you guys to know it’s different from my usual stuff.
A/N: Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat? That’s for you to decide..
There is something very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, something strange and dark. I glance over at him, sitting at his desk with his head pressed into his hands and his eyes clenched closed. I turn slightly looking around curious if anyone else has seemed to pick up on it. Something is wrong and not a single other person seems to notice, a cold trickle slides down my spine and I quirk my head at him curiously. How strange that he seems so invisible to them. Brushed to the side by his best friend who seems to jump in terror of his own shadow, invisible to the girl who has been clinging to his arms for weeks who has always seemed to be balancing precariously on the line between wild child and wild animal, and overlooked by his father who seems to be too focused on figuring out what is going on in this god forsaken town. Yes, something is very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, and yet no one seems to notice but me.
The bell rings, and he’s out of his desk and through the door faster than I can blink. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I gather my things, moving slowly as I deliberate on what I should do next. With a certain level of blind curiosity I decide that from this day on if no one else is going to notice him then I’ll be sure that I do. The unseen can always see the invisible.
Well there we go. The first commission I have asked for Rhea. And I am still so speechless how beautiful this turned out. @kf1n3: thank you for doing this for me. Thank you to already agree on a second one for me. I love your style. And I can’t tell you with any words how much this thing means to me. This is 1000% Rhea, even more than the Rhea in game. You actually “developed” her for me, I described you how I imagined her and she actually turned out way better than I imagined her. *hehe* Please never stop drawing. And for anyone around here: go and follow this lovely sweet being with her more than lovely OCs (I mean really look at the boys!) and if you can afford it commission her. Really. Send her your love. She deserves it so much.
Well and after she sent me the sketch I was that much in love that I even wrote a few lines for the scene. I am no writer at all and no native english speaker, so sorry upfront, this is far away from good. Nevertheless for anyone who might want to know what exactly is shown up there ;)