#The Pile

[vincentbriggs]

Hi! I've been enjoying your work and seeing all of the pieces that you've made. I've started referring to all of my partially finished projects as "The Pile" as well now, and I get a little bit of satisfaction and amusement every time I go back and finally finish one. I was just curious how many projects your Pile consists of now. No pressure to answer!

Congrats on reducing The Pile!

I actually meant to say how many mine was at in the nightgown post, but forgot. (Though anyone can see it in the title of my main blog.)

It's 16, not including the thing I'm currently working on, because a project is only on The Pile if I set it aside and start something else, and the garment I'm working on is the most recent one I've started.

It was 25 on the first day of this year, so I'm making decent progress! I have started some other things since then, but I'm really trying to finish more things than I start.

[bookishfreedom]

A is for An Awful Lot of unread books

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

When it gets really cold bluebirds roost together in a pile using their collective body heat to help them survive. They arrange themselves so they don't smother and alternate positions within the pile.

Bluebirds are smarter than many humans.

(Ian Sanders)

[tmbg13]

The Pile

The Pile

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - Holting Out for a Hero (11/27/12)

A hero who covers the latest press event for some game that’s gonna get a 2 out of 5.

[plutoniandraconian]

The urge to destroy and dismantle is too great…

Feast your eyes upon the Pile before all is evaporated…

[planetary]

[eddie-the-banished]

Vroom Vroom

Wrote this ficlet a bit ago. Have at the, wench.

The muffled blaring of Eddie's music could be heard from the end of the driveway as the van pulled up to the Harrington residence. Steve was propped in front of the Beemer, shirtless with a pair of jean shorts to try and fight against the late summer sun as he looked down at the engine, seemingly trying to figure out what was wrong.

Eddie parked the van and hopped out, finding himself staring for a moment or two before clearing his throat and sauntering over, "What seems to be the issue?" He kept a smooth tone over his voice, lest Steve catch on that he'd been eyeing him over.

"Engine was making knocking sounds. I've been looking her over for a bit and I just can't figure it out," Harrington spoke with a bite of frustration as he shook his head, stepping back from the opened hood to let Eddie take a look.

"Sounds like she just needs an oil change. Thankfully, I come prepared," he chuckled a little as he peered over the engine for a quick once-over before turned back to get something from the back of his van, coming back with a can, funnel, and oil hugged against his side in one hand and a rolling pad in the other. Without very much extravagance, he laid the board down and got to work.

Now, the thing that Steve was thankful for was that Eddie actually bought that Steve didn't know what was wrong with his car. He stepped back and leaned against the side of the garage, watching Eddie work. Steve knew fully well that the Beemer needed an oil change. He just hadn't really found the time to do it himself, what with driving the kids around all the time. Nancy had taken them today though, all to go to some weird nerd convention where one of her favorite authors was doing a signing. He was thankful for that, so he decided to fill what would have been an otherwise drabby, depressingly lonesome day with Eddie splayed out underneath his car, getting dirty. It was the little things.

Steve watched Eddie roll up his sleeves a little, took careful note of the way the fabric stretched over Eddie's stomach from where it had been tucked into his jeans. He thought about what it would feel like to run his hand over the length of Eddie's torso and caught himself before those thoughts could go any furhter, coughing a little to clear his head. When Eddie asked if he was alright, he gave an affirming hum before blaming the dust of the garage.

Eddie seemed to have noticed the staring though, smirking a little, "Taking notes, Harrington?"

Steve cleared his throat a little more and nodded, letting out a weak "yep" before he tried to change the topic. "Do you want anythign to drink? I've got beers in the fridge?"

"That'd be absolutely lovely, Harrington, workin' under here is a little parching. I've almost got her cleared of the old oil though, so it shouldn't be long now."

Steve stepped into the house to get the promised drinks, padding back out into the garage where he found Eddie now sitting up, using the bottom of his shirt to try and wipe grease or whatever it was from his face. Steve held the bottom of the can on the top of Eddie's head and waited for him to accept it before he came to sit down next to him, "How are you holding up?"

Eddie cracked open the can casually, taking a refreshing sip before answering, Steve wished he was the can, "Been alright. Things are still.. kinda weird.. The new place is a little nicer, at least Wayne has his own room now instead of sleeping on the couch."

Steve nodded and mimicked the way Eddie had been so casual about his beer, taking a sip that was a little longer than Munson's had been. He leaned the back of his head against the side of the Beemer as he focused on the sound of the oil can filling up, "Well I'll bet he's happy about that, yeah?"

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, he seems better rested at least. It's nice. How about you? Things going okay back here?"

Steve chuckled almost bitterly, "Same shit as always. Just.. filling the time I guess."

Eddie hummed a little and leaned his side against Steve's laxly, "Well I'm always around whenever you wanna hang out, there doesn't have to be some excuse like changing your oil or some shit, y'know? Unless you just wanted to see me on my back where you could just watch me." His voice was a playful purr, but he didn't seem any less like normal Eddie than Steve was used to, so he didn't let himself read into it.

Steve could feel his skin burning against Eddie's despite himself though, and if Eddie felt it too he didn't seem to care. Steve nodded, letting out a timid laugh, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just uh.. figured I'd kill two birds with one stone today."

[putting-rick-in-places]

Rick in a gangbang?

I had big ideas for this but then I kinda said “fuck it” so uhhhhh here

yes half tiny ricks hair is missing. Sue me.

[marcelwasp]

Need to reorganise my plushies again because I literally have no room so for now behold the pile

[wickedsrest-rp]

NAME: The Pile

LOCATION: Gatlin Fields

Seven Peaks may have their fancy pants mountains that look over the town as proud landmarks, but Gatlin Fields isn’t without their own cherished peak on the horizon. Only it’s trash. The Pile is a literal mound of garbage that some people may even mistake as being part of the mineral abnormality from a distance. While folks casually use it as a dump to discard their belongings, there aren’t any trucks bringing waste here. The mound wasn’t actually started by humans at all, but a family of trash-obsessed spriggans, who both wanted to study people by way of their garbage and also collect choice bits for themselves. It was built quickly, over only a couple of years, and because of this, some of the less observant in the neighborhood think it must be divine. Most commonly the belief is that the Pile itself is a sentient being. 

The spriggan family lives inside of the pile and has a number of entrances and exits built that are hard to spot. While some wardens have tried to get rid of them, the garbage alone acts as a good deterrent to make them really consider if a few spriggans are worth the trouble.

It’s common for those in Gatlin Fields to come see the Pile and confide in it, even asking it for advice on navigating life’s hardships. One of the spriggans has taken on the role of advice-giver and answers back from within. This can lead to some unusual guidance.

Rumors of bonafide treasures within the Pile are true. But good luck finding them unless you’re also a spriggan.

All of the waste has caused a large number of gnomes to sprout up in the area, often forming fairy rings. The spriggans love having them here as an added defense, and can sometimes be seen partaking in fairy ring ceremonies themselves.

There’s also a beithir that sleeps coiled up in the deepest part of the Pile, emerging only during stormy weather. The spriggans have affectionately named it Curly Fry, but they fear it as much as anyone else.

Every once in a while, those digging through the mound might unearth a vampire or zombie that’s been buried there for many years. They’re typically driven into a feral state by their hunger.

[thereluctantinquisitor]

oday: [furiously scribbling “strategy meeting” on their hand as the excuse to use next time they need to steal ressaunt away from responsibilities before he works to the point of collapsing]

The Pile Beckons........

[skookworks]

Skook WiP #105

Happy Last Days of 2022! I used to spend the first few weeks of each year forgetting that the year had changed. I’d write the previous year in all the places I should be writing the current year. For a minute I was going to congratulate myself on training myself to remember the change better. Then I looked at the corner of my screen. There is today’s date. If I looked at my phone it would show me…

[peresephoknee]

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - Quick! Grab the Remote! | 12/7/04

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