#greek cross quilt

[messyturtlequilts]

Greek Cross Quilt

I've had this top done for awhile. Finally decided this was the time to get it finished. 🥳

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 5 EPISODE 05  || PERPETUAL ADORATION ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

The kitten had completely emptied the dish of cream. He sat down with an audible thump on his tiny backside, rubbed the last of the delicious white stuff from his whiskers, then ambled slowly toward the bed, sides bulging visibly. He sprang up onto the coverlet, burrowed close to me, and fell promptly asleep.

Perhaps not quite asleep; I could feel the small vibration of his purring through the quilt.

“What do you think I should call him?” I mused aloud, touching the tip of the soft, wispy tail. “Spot? Puff? Cloudy?”

“Foolish names,” Jamie said, with a lazy tolerance. “Is that what ye were wont to call your pussie-baudrons in Boston, then? Or England?”

“No. I’ve never had a cat before,” I admitted. “Frank was allergic to them—they made him sneeze. And what’s a good Scottish cat name, then—Diarmuid? McGillivray?” He snorted, then laughed.

“Adso,” he said, positively. “Call him Adso.”

“What sort of name is that?” I demanded, twisting to look back at him in amazement. “I’ve heard a good many peculiar Scottish names, but that’s a new one.” He rested his chin comfortably on my shoulder, watching the kitten sleep.

“My mother had a wee cat named Adso,” he said, surprisingly. “A gray cheetie, verra much like this one.” “Did she?” I laid a hand on his leg. He rarely spoke of his mother, who had died when he was eight.

“Aye, she did. A rare mouser, and that fond of my mother; he didna have much use for us bairns.” He smiled in memory. “Possibly because Jenny dressed him in baby-gowns and fed him rusks, and I dropped him into the millpond, to see could he swim. He could, by the way,” he informed me, “but he didna like to.” “I can’t say I blame him,” I said, amused.

“Why was he called Adso, though? Is it a saint’s name?” I was used to the peculiar names of Celtic saints, from Aodh—pronounced OOH—to Dervorgilla, but hadn’t heard of Saint Adso before. Probably the patron saint of mice. “Not a saint,” he corrected. “A monk.

My mother was verra learned—she was educated at Leoch, ye ken, along with Colum and Dougal, and could read Greek and Latin, and a bit of the Hebrew as well as French and German. She didna have so much opportunity for reading at Lallybroch, of course, but my father would take pains to have books fetched for her, from Edinburgh and Paris.”

He reached across my body to touch a silky, translucent ear, and the kitten twitched its whiskers, screwing up its face as though about to sneeze, but didn’t open its eyes. The purr continued unabated.

“One of the books she liked was written by an Austrian, from the city of Melk, and so she thought it a verra suitable name for the kit.” “Suitable . . .?” “Aye,” he said, nodding toward the empty dish, without the slightest twitch of lip or eyelid.

“Adso of Milk.”

A slit of green showed as one eye opened, as though in response to the name. Then it closed again, and the purring resumed.

“Well, if he doesn’t mind, I suppose I don’t,” I said, resigned. “Adso it is.”

18 NO PLACE LIKE HOME ~ THE FIERY CROSS

[victoriagleasuredesigns]

Happy Easter weekend! 🐇🌷We hope you have a wonderful day today. As promised here is the new home of the Greek Cross quilt, and it looks great! Also a bonus peak at Benjamin Bear who we made years ago, from a mink coat.

[teresadownunder]

How to make two cross blocks

Today, I want to take a closer look at two specific quilt blocks: the Greek cross and the wide X block. These quilt blocks are on the larger side, which means you can complete a whole quilt in a single weekend – a satisfying and productive way to spend your time. So, without further ado, let’s jump into the world of quilting and start our exploration! If you don’t have a 60 degree ruler Not…

[martianbugsbunny]

Den of Blankets (A FrankenWolf Fic)

Howdy, sweetiepies! The idea for this basically spawned from “what if Frankenwolf but blanket fort” and I have the delightful @stardreamer28 to thank for providing some brilliant inspo! This is like my softest fic ever, bc blanket fort (and because I’m mostly an angst person despite how much I like the comfy), so get cozy and enjoy!

Victor closed the door to his apartment and dropped his coat and keys on a small table. A spam letter, only the top one on a stack of several, fell onto the floor. We should probably sort through those at some point, Victor thought. There was rarely anything truly important in the mail—usually hospital business was left on the landline answering machine, and after twenty-nine years of living in Storybrooke, Victor knew his billing schedule to a T. Which, to be honest, was exactly why days’ to weeks’ worth of mail tended to pile up on that table before either Victor or Ruby did anything about it.

He kicked the fallen letter under the table so he wouldn’t slip on it when he went to pick up dinner in about half an hour. It was Friday, which meant that instead of either home-cooking or something from Granny’s, he and Ruby were getting takeout from a Greek place on the either side of town. (That, Victor was taking to his grave; he had seen Granny wield a crossbow before, and he didn’t want to incur her wrath. But there was only so much lasagna he could eat in a week!)

Victor went into the kitchen first. Ruby had been on a lemonade kick recently—a pregnancy craving, most likely—and she was always willing to share.

He had just gotten the pitcher out of the fridge when he noticed several of the chairs that usually stood next to the counter were missing.

“Babe, are we redecorating?” he called, setting the pitcher down and heading for the bedroom. He didn’t remember discussing it, but between the hospital and all the baby stuff, he could believe replacing chairs could slip his mind.

“Nope!” Ruby met him in the hall. She looked especially cheerful, Victor decided, and more relaxed than he had seen her in a while. And she was wearing one of his favorite sweaters, which he thought was basically the cutest things in the world. He always bought a little bit big (he didn’t like when his casual clothes felt like they were going to strangle him) so there was enough room to accommodate Ruby’s fairly large baby bump.

“Then what happened to the chairs?”

Ruby chuckled and grabbed his hand. She pulled him into the bedroom. “Ta-da!”

Victor couldn’t help grinning. His wife had constructed a blanket fort in the middle of the room, with a few of their older, thinner quilts and a couple of sheets strung over the backs of the kitchen chairs. He also noticed that most of the pillows were missing from the bed—they collected pillows, like a lot of couples did, but all of theirs were comfortable.

“It’s a werewolf thing,” Ruby said. “Granny told me to expect it around this time.” Victor was pretty sure she meant the time around the full moon, which was coming in a few days, and not the stage of pregnancy she was in. “It’s so comfy, Victor, you’ve gotta come inside!”

Ruby went into the blanket fort first, and Victor followed. Inside it was dim, although Ruby had set up a nightlight so she could read. Victor felt the tension from his latest shift melt off his shoulders. Ruby beamed at him, legs crossed, arms wrapped around a bird-shaped pillow. There was a faint gleam of yellow in her irises, usually brought out by the full moon.

“Can I expect you to stay here during wolf’s time, or are you going into the forest?” One of Victor’s few worries about having a werewolf wife, especially a pregnant one, was that Ruby was always alone during the full moon. There just weren’t any other werewolves in Storybrooke for her to hang out with, and she didn’t generally like the company of human-humans while in wolf form. If she got hurt, it could be hours, maybe even a day or two, before anybody found out.

Ruby reached over to take one of Victor’s hands in hers. “It’s the ideal den, sweetie, of course I’m staying here.” She gestured towards the corner, where her red cloak was neatly folded, ready to keep her in human form. “I’ll admit, not being a wolf for several months isn’t the most appealing idea, but for our daughter I would do anything.”

Victor could swear that at that moment, he fell in love with her all over again. She had always been one of the stubbornest, boldest people he had known, but motherhood had brought out a new kind of fierceness in her that he absolutely adored. “Well then I had better work on some improvements, hadn’t I.” He kissed the back of her hand. “How about some fairy lights? Better for your eyes than a single nightlight and they look pretty.” Victor had several strands of those decorating his office at the hospital. Since remembering who he was, about a year and a half ago at this point, operating had felt more stressful, and he tried to make his office a calming, insulated space where he wouldn’t take that strain with him. Pictures of Ruby in scalloped silver frames crowded his desk, contributing more than anything to the feeling of calm.

Ruby’s grin widened and she clapped her hands together. She looked so excited, her face was turning pink. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Teamwork, am I right?”

Victor grinned back at her. “Nobody builds blanket forts like the Frankensteins, baby.”

Two days later, Victor and Ruby were stretched out together in their newly-improved den. Victor was pretty sure it was the most opulent blanket fort ever constructed. Chairs of different sizes from the living room had been dragged in to expand it, and Ruby had pulled out some of the winter quilts to pad the floor.

Ruby had done a lot of sleeping; not being in wolf form during a full moon was tiring, but at the moment she was six chapters deep into a book. Victor had been reading over her shoulder, although he was missing some information because Ruby read faster and turned the page before he was done. The words were illuminated by pale pink lights, secured to the top of the fort with a few pieces of tape. (Victor wasn’t sure quite how safe that was, but it looked nice.)

Having a werewolf wife did have its upsides.

[hunterdeuling]

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

#FranzKafka #FridayQuote

#QuiltBlock - Greek Cross 1920s - 1646c in #BarbaraBrackman #EncylopediaOfPiecedQuiltPatterns

#Patchwork #Piecing #Quilt #Quilting #HunterDeuling #QOAB #quiltingonabudget

[artsybookworms]

"Okay, let's go over the alphabet one more time."

Percy groaned.

"I've already said it six times now!"

Annabeth and Percy were sitting on a quilt in the strawberry fields, going over their weekly Greek lessons. Chiron had asked her the previous summer if she could tutor him, and she had agreed (albeit begrudgingly). That was before the whole lightning bolt fiasco, though, and they had barely even gotten three sessions in before they had to leave. Needless to say, between the stress of finding out he was half god and almost dying on their quest every five seconds, Percy had forgotten the few things she had taught him. She couldn't blame him, of course, but they were basically starting over from lesson one.

It was almost better this way, though. A year ago, they were strangers, enemies even. The lessons were awkward and stilted, with long periods of time where neither of them talked. Say what you will about putting the fate of the world in the hands of a group of kids, but it was definitely a bonding experience. Though Annabeth still couldn't figure out how she felt about him, they were closer now, their interactions easy.

"Just once more," Annabeth urged, "Promise."

Percy sighed and intoned monotonously, "Alpha, beta, gamma, delta…"

As she listened, her gaze fell over the ripe berries surrounding them. It was somewhat embarrassing to admit how much she looked forward to their lessons each week. It was peaceful, the breeze always carried a sweet scent, and she loved teaching. She also quite enjoyed her company, though whenever that thought crossed her mind, she shut it down immediately. Percy was a son of Poseidon, for the gods' sake. She needed to keep whatever "feelings" she may or may not have in check.

"…Phi, chi, psi, omega."

Percy beamed at her, proud of making it through without stumbling. Annabeth couldn't keep her own grin off her face. Olympus above, why was his smile so damn contagious?

"Not bad, Seaweed Brain."

She couldn't say for sure when the name had become a term of endearment, but she told herself it was no big deal. Friends teased each other like that all the time, right?

Read the full one-shot (Green Like the Sea by Artsybookworm) on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38545968

[bookish-bogwitch]

Getting to know you tag game

Thank you for the tags, @captain-aralias, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @angelsfalling16, @artsyunderstudy, and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep.

Relationship status: Married 12 years, in a relationship 19 years. (This explains my preference for smut over domestic fluff. I get plenty of domestic fluff in real life.) 

No kids—the dog and the snake are plenty.

Favorite color: Green, especially sage and olive green.

Favorite food: Occasionally—peanut butter ice cream. All the time—toast made from nice dense bread.

Song stuck in your head: “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by the Beach Boys, because my husband has been picking it out on the piano for the past couple of days. Apparently it changes keys a million times.

Last thing you googled: “how intelligent are rats compared to pigs”

Time: 7:51 a.m.

Dream trip: Scandinavia in summer. Or the northern British Isles—like the Orkneys or Shetland or Hebrides.

I would also like to go anywhere with tropical fruit. I’ve been near the equator twice (Singapore, Ecuador) and mostly remember the fruit. You know how in Rainbow’s books there’s that moment of “I never realized kissing could be like this”? Ecuador was like that for me. But with bananas.

Last book you read: Just started Lincoln at the Bardo by George Saunders.

Last book you enjoyed: I really enjoyed Robert Webb’s memoir How Not to Be a Boy. It was smart, funny, and sad. A lot of interesting observations about how we condition and police children’s gender, with a small but poignant dash of queer pining.

Last book you hated reading: I don’t finish books I hate (anymore. Took a while to realize that was an option.) “Hate” is much too strong a word, but I recently put down We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra because one of the character’s voices felt so artificial that I couldn’t get into it. It would probably have grown on me eventually, but there’s so much else to read.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Spanakopita, made like a pie with a huge single layer of spinach filling. Eat big wedges of it for dinner. It’s delicious, pretty, and easy. And reasonably healthy. I like dinners that bake for an hour because you can do the cleanup before you eat, which makes the meal more relaxing. 

Also I’m Greek-American and cooking Greek dishes feels like using special knowledge form the old country, even though I learned it from a book.

Favorite craft to do in your free time: I am a serial monogamist with hobbies. For the forseeable future, that’s writing fic. In the past I’ve enjoyed quilting, and before that Ukranian egg decoration (pysanky). Those were fun but not at all portable or social. Or meaningful to me on a deeper level. (There are definitely people who engage profoundly with their crafts, I’m just not one of them.)

Most niche dislikes: Maybe I just have Greek food on the mind but I hate pre-crumbled cheese, like feta and blue cheese crumbles. All dry and powdery and smelly. Ugh. Just crumble your own cheese.

Opinion on circuses, now and in history: I think my only relevant opinion is that animal abuse is bad. Stop the presses.

Do you have a sense of direction, and if not what is the worst way you’ve gotten lost: Once I took a wrong turn driving from Montreal back to the US. I only realized the mistake when I thought “wow, what beautiful mountains…that weren’t here on the way up.” The stakes felt very high because I had to ask directions in French and then explain at the border crossing why I was so far afield. And because there were three generations of family in the car, all of them helpless. (This was before smartphones.) We made it in the end.

No-pressure tagging @facewithoutheart, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @moodandmist, and @johnwgrey.

[fawnestquilts]

Allow me to introduce y’all to our precious little Princess Dax, our 5 year old Border Aussie, pictured here with her very own puppy quilt. My partner and I adopted her almost a year ago and she has brought so much joy into our lives, so I wanted to give her a special gift to make her feel treasured. We spoil the pants off of this dog and this quilt is just one more way for me to treat her like the fancy little princess she is. She was named after Dax on Star Trek Deep Space Nine because she’s got cute little Trill spots! 

When we got Dax, she had clearly been mistreated in her life and the previous owners neglected her. She had fleas, some kind of weird butt fungus, she was filthy, and would flinch sometimes when we’d reach to pet her, but she was such a sweet little baby who was ready to be part of a family who would treat her right. The day we got her, she was so ready to come home that she jumped right in the car with us without much of a goodbye to her previous family, it’s like she knew from the moment we met that, after two different homes, she’d finally found her forever family. The connection was instantaneous! Since then she’s really gotten comfortable here and is loving her life, she’s a highly intelligent sweetheart that seems to have a remarkable respect for life in all its forms, from the tiniest bug to the tallest human; Dax is always ready to make new friends! She’s also super sweet with children including babies, she’s a remarkably gentle dog. Her favorite snacks are Puppy Pasta (it’s literally just plain pasta tossed with basil and parsley and she LOVES IT), broccoli, bites of tortilla, pineapples, peanut butter, greek yogurt, herb crusted baked chicken, and apples. Sometimes I even mix up some greek yogurt with peanut butter and banana and stick it in the freezer to give her a little teaspoon of “puppy ice cream” on hot days. 

Since she’s gotten her own quilt, she’s become obsessed with it. She has her own little spot on the couch and we ensure her quilt is always laid out on her spot. She’s always gotta have at least some part of her body on her quilt and it’s very sweet to see her snuggled up with it. She’s very fuzzy and gets hot easily, so I made hers a summer quilt and used a salvaged sheet in place of batting so that she could use it year-round. The corner has a crown applique with her name hand embroidered onto it and we chose the fabrics together, I picked the colors and she chose the prints she most liked the smell of. I quilted this with a criss-cross pattern and used pastel pink and blue threads, which was inspired by the colors on Princess Peach’s crown. I’m really happy with this piece and it makes me feel good that she loves it as much as she does, I think it makes her feel special. 

[creative-classpect]

The Land of Powder and Ribbons

Welcome to the wintery wonderland of LOPAR! The Land of Powder and Ribbons! Rife with snow and streamers it- … hm. No, no, that’s not powdery snow it’s just… powder? Baking powder, sugar, some snow, powdered milk. Wow. Weird. 

The Land of Powder and Ribbons is a world completely covered in fine grain powders, where ruby red streamers scrape across the sky like a web or a quilt. It is a relatively peaceful land, where consorts build their homes from the many refined dusts scattering along the world. Igloos of salt blocks, snowmen rarely made out of actual snow. The world is rife with mischief and mayhem.

While things have been relatively peaceful in this world, it seems that the nature of things has begun to change. The massive ribbons that crisscross the skies and land have begun to shift, twirl, and tied themselves into bows and knots. Each barrier of ribbon held its own sort of powder and as these threads cross and bend and weave it seems that powerful concoctions and recipes have begun to bloom! The entire world is undergoing a strange metamorphosis as the denizen cooks, combines, and divides from the swathes of land across the world!

Geography is being upturned as villages are flipped and flopped, consorts are becoming sick and frustrated from dangerous combinations of their own natural resources, being forced to share, losing everything, and witnessing the terrifying and bizarre things coming from this sort of planetary alchemy. 

The world is at the whim of the denizen. And it’s only a matter of time until they reveal what they have been cooking…

The Witch of Blood must traverse the land, claim sway over the power of the ribbons, discover just what the denizen is getting up to!

Denizen: Hestia, the Greek goddess of family, the home, and the hearth. The oldest women of the Olympians, tasked with feeding the eternal hearth flame of Mount Olympus.

Features

The Clot

The twisting ribbons and streams of the world converge in many beautiful and complex bows. There is, however, one horrible knot. It is a massive, writhing tangle, drawing on the power of the world and growing more and more complex. With it, it brings powders from all over the world in discordant measures, creating volatile concoctions of dangerous and deadly poisons.

Hearth-blood

The ribbon of the world, the crimson red web, comes up from the earth at different anchor points, known as the hearth-blood. These deep pits of glowing red pour from the world like a wound. It is thought that one must travel down into these depths if they wish to find the lair of the denizen.

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[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Geralt and the Minotaur p6

Y’all im so fucking sorry this took so long. This part of the myth was tricky but I think I weaved it in okay? Don’t read me to filth? Please? 

Warnings: swearing, unwanted advances, discussions of promises/consent, surprise! there’s a god!, otherwise pretty tame.

Fun Greek Fact: only the top few wealthiest families in Athens paid taxes to support the infrastructure and feed the poor and such. It was seen as a rite into higher society. 

-we’re picking up right after the last part! 

____________

They had to rush the doors and throw their whole weight into them to break the plank of wood securing them inside. With scrapes on their shoulders and adrenaline in their veins, they partially closed the doors and set the Minotaur’s head at the bottom of the steps, a clear message to the king. 

Geralt led them back the way they came, scampering under open windows and sprinting down streets one by one. It must have taken longer than he’d realized  to find the beast because by the time they reached the docks livestock was stirring and roosters were crowing. 

There was only one problem.

“South docks?”

Triss lounged on the boarding plank like it was a throne, her toga barely considered decent. 

Geralt cursed under his breath and took a step forward, “At least let the others pass. If you take issue with me, do not sentence them to death.”

She lunged forward, stepping so close their chests nearly touched, “My prize, I’m only here for you.”

Geralt grit his teeth and waved everyone onto their ship.

He made to snap at Jaskier and insist he follow them but Triss trapped his chin between her thumb and forefinger, “You promised. I thought heroes kept their promises.”

Geralt almost growled his response, “Would you consider words said under the fear of one’s life a true promise?”

Jaskier raised a finger, his voice full of indignant rage, “Technically-”

“Hush child.” Triss snapped, “We’re leaving.” She nodded at Jaskier to board the ship as she hooked two fingers through Geralt’s belt and started walking backwards up the plank, whispering as she went, “I don’t like being lied to.”

“I thought these were the south docks.” Geralt had never been a good liar and his luck had seemingly run out. 

“I’m not stupid Geralt,” Triss sighed, “I know you’ve got some strange infatuation with Blue Eyes. But you’re to be king, so I hear. You’ll need someone to provide an heir, someone well versed in royalty and politics.”

Finally on the deck, Geralt sat on the edge of what had been their prison not two days ago and now felt not all too different, “Athens is a democracy. Your political knowledge isn’t applicable.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Geralt saw Jaskier watching them like a hawk. He absently chatted with one of the deck hands, now wearing Athenian colors, but his eyes never left Geralt. 

Tris sat next to him, wrapping her arms around his and leaning on him heavily. It felt wholly underwhelming, nothing like when Jaskier had cuddled up to him in much the same fashion. He felt warm and safe and inviting, Triss just felt heavy. 

“You still need an heir, and I still want you.” Her face said this was supposed to be a compliment, “Don’t you want to find out what you’ve been missing? Why staying pure is such a challenge?”

Geralt smirked, looking her dead in the eye as their boat drifted out of port, “No.”

“Oh, my prince. My pretty naive prince…” Triss toyed with the hem of his chiton, avoiding the bloodstained sections, “I could change your mind. Make you see the stars in broad dayli-”

Geralt jumped when he felt a hand press down on his shoulder and hot breath on his ear but an unfamiliar voice to accompany it, “Just who the fuck do you think you are?”

Before he could answer, Geralt was shoved forward, stumbling to keep from falling flat on his face. Triss shouted and a few crew members moved to intervene but with a flick of his wrist, the stranger froze them in their place. His eyes glowed gold and his toga almost sparkled it was so bright.

“Did you learn nothing from Minos? It doesn’t pay to cross the gods.” the man sneered.

Geralt felt the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up and he wanted to dive off the side of the boat, but that wouldn’t be very becoming of a young prince. Instead he stood there with a dumb look of confusion.

Triss yanked her arm away in a rage, “Dionysus! You take other lovers, why can't I?”

Geralt’s eyes bulged out of his head and he tried to hide his face behind his hair as he dropped to one knee, “I’m so sorry your grace, I had no idea.”

“Oh get up,” Dionysus scoffed before turning back to the princess, “Mortals live by a different set of rules, love.”

Jaskier piped up, hesitantly stepping forward, “I’m sorry, what am I missing here?”

“We are,” Triss rolled her eyes like a spoiled child caught with her hand in the jar of molasses, “what one could call betrothed.”

Geralt did his best to keep the hopeful smile off his face as he opened his mouth to speak but it was snapped shut with another wave of Dionysus’ hand.

“Please, child, save your breath. We’ll be going now.”

Geralt blinked once and they were gone. He blinked once more and Jaskier had flung his arms around his neck.

“Thank the gods! I’ll be sacrificing to him as long as I live.”

“Relieved?” Geralt chuckled, resting his hands on Jaskier’s hips.

Jaskier placed a quick peck to Geralt’s lips, “I thought this was going to end sooner than it had to.”

Geralt frowned and tilted his head, tightening his grip on Jaskier, “End? Why would it end?”

Jaskier blushed and smiled to hide the hurt in his eyes, “My sweet prince. I’m no fool. I come from a large farming family but we certainly don’t pay taxes. I don’t belong in your high society.”

“Nonsense.” Geralt insisted, moving to place his hand on Jaskier’s cheek but thinking better of it when he remembered the monster blood coating his palms. He settled for pressing a kiss to his forehead, “You belong where I am. If you want, for as long as you want.”

A dreamy sigh reminded them they had an audience, sending them into a fit of nervous giggles. 

Jaskier played with the clasp at Geralt’s shoulder, “I’d love that.”

“Good.” Geralt hummed, drawing him close and resting his chin atop his hair.

“Mhm! But maybe, darling, maybe you should change? And wash off the monster bits sticking to you?” Jaskier suggested, making a point of picking at a piece of his chiton soaked in black blood. 

“What would I change into?” Geralt asked, leaning closer to Jaskier’s ear, “I’m sure the crew wouldn’t appreciate me wandering the deck in the nude.”

Jaskier laughed, “I beg to diff-” he was cut off by a sweet kiss from Geralt before he was able to continue, a little breathless, “Then what did you stowe in the rope pile when you boarded?”

“Fuck!”, the realization hit Geralt harder than the minotaur and he immediately ran to the corner of the deck, digging through the coils of rope and oars. 

“What-? Geralt!” Jaskier called after him.

“Sails!” Geralt shouted, spinning to the nearest crewmember, “There were sails here, what happened to them?”  

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next part here!

tag list! I still have it! I promise! 

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[victoriagleasuredesigns]

“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! — When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.” Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

We take a lot of pictures of our quilts to show how nice they look. 🌸📖 But I have to admit they look even better at the home where they are meant to be. Check back tomorrow to see this beautiful Greek Cross quilt in its new home!

This is the last week of our Spring Quilt Sale! 25% off all our quilts, with free shipping. Ready to make your home cozy, in our Etsy shop at VictoriaGDesigns or www.victoriagleasuredesigns.com 💕

[multiverseeleanorjones]

Black holes

A black hole is a region of space-time where gravity is so strong that nothing, no particles or even electromagnetic radiation such as light can escape from it. The theory of general relativity predicts that a sufficiently compact mass can deform space-time to form a black hole. Although the event horizon has an enormous effect on the fate and circumstances of an object crossing it, according to general relativity it has no locally detectable features. Black holes of stellar mass are expected to form when very massive stars collapse at the end of their life cycle. After a black hole has formed, it can continue to grow by absorbing mass from its surroundings. By absorbing other stars and merging with other black holes, supermassive black holes of millions of solar masses may form. There is consensus that supermassive black holes exist in the centres of most galaxies.

The multiverse

The multiverse is a hypothetical group of multiple universes. Together these universes comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, energy, information and the physical laws of constants that describe them. The different universes within the multiverse are called “parallel universes”, “other universes”, “alternate universes” and “quantum universes”. Multiple universes have been hypothesized in cosmology, physics, astronomy, religion, philosophy, music and all kind of literature, particualary in science fiction,comic books and fantasy. Around 2010 a scientist analysed data and claimed to find eveidence suggesting that are universe had collided with other parallel universes in the distant past. There are nine types of multiverses: quilted, inflationary, brane, cyclic, landscape, quantum, holographic, simulated, ultimate.

Galaxies

Galaxies are vast cosmic islands of stars, gas, dust, and dark matter held together by gravity. Hubble’s keen eye has revealed intricate details of the shapes, structures and histories of galaxies whether alone, as part of small groups or within immense clusters. From supermassive black holes at galactic centres to giant bursts of star formation to titanic collisions between galaxies, these discoveries allow astronomers to probe the current properties of galaxies as well as examine how they formed and developed over time. Astronomers classify galaxies into three major categories: elliptical, spiral and irregular. These galaxies span a wide range of sizes, from dwarf galaxies containing as few as 100 million stars to giant galaxies with more than a trillion stars.

Elliptical galaxies, which account for about one-third of all galaxies vary from being nearly circular to being very elongated. They possess comparatively little gas and dust, contain older stars and are not actively forming stars anymore. The largest and the rarest of these, called giant ellipticals are about 300,000 light years across.

Spiral galaxies appear as flat, blue- white disks of stars, gas and dust with yellowish bulges in there centres. These galaxies are divided into two groups: normal spirals and barred spirals. In the barred spirals, the bar of the stars runs through the central bulge. The arms of barred spirals usually start at the end of the bar instead of form the bulge. Spirals are actively forming stars and comprise a large fraction of all the galaxies in the local universe.

Irregular galaxies, which are have very little dust, are neither disk-like not elliptical. Astronomers often see irregular galaxies as they peer deeply into the universe, which is equivalent to looking back in time. The galaxies are abundant in the early universe, before spirals and ellipticals developed.

Pinwheel galaxies is a face on spiral galaxy situated 21 million light years away from earth, it is a large galaxy with a diameter of 170,000 light years. It has around a trillion stars, it has a disk mass on the order of 100 billion solar masses, with a small central bulge with about 3 billion solar masses.

Horoscopes

A horoscope is an astrological chart or diagram representing the positions of the sun, moon, planets, astrological aspects and sensitive angles at the time of an event, such as the moment of a persons birth. The word horoscope is derived from the Greek words ōra and scoops meaning “time” and “observer”. It is used as a method of divination regarding events relating to the point in time it represents, and it forms the basis of the horoscopic traditions of astrology. The positions of the actual planets(including the sun and moon) are placed in the chart, along with those of purely calculated factors such as the lunar nodes, the house cusps including the midheaven and the ascendant, zodiac signs, fixed stars and the lots. How the stars were placed at the of birth for a person shows their characteristics and personality, including weakness. It is very similar to the Chinese zodiac. There are 12 zodiac signs which include: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces. A persons zodiac sign is determined by the date that they were born.

Sacred geometry

Scared geometry ascribes symbolic and scared meanings to certain geometric proportions. It’s is associated with the belief that a god is a geometry of the world. The geometry used in the design and construction of religious of structures such as churches, temples, mosques,religious monuments, altars, sacred groves, holy wells and religious art. The study of sacred geometry has roots from the study of nature,many forms in nature can be related to geometry for example, the chambered nautilus grows at a constant rate and so it’s shell forms a logarithmic spiral to accommodate that growth without changing shape. Also honeybees contract hexagonal cells to hold their honey. These and other correspondences are sometimes interpreted in terms of sacred geometry and considered to be further proof of the natural significance of geometric forms. Geometric patterns often appear in the Islamic religion, you see them on kilometres carpets, architecture, art, decorative vaulting and stained glass. They also seen in Hinduism and Christianity and are seen on various differnt things.

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How to make a Greek cross quilt block

Greek cross is a classic block and it’s constructed like another classic block, Churn dash block. At the end of the video you’ll see a variety of quilt layouts with this bock. I hope you like it! Cutting directions 1 square, 4 1/2″ x 4 1/2″ in pink 1 strip, 2 1/2″ x 19″ in pink  1 strip, 2 1/2″ x 19″ in white 2 squares, 5″ x 5″ in white 2 squares, 5″ x 5″ in grey Finished size 12″ x…

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tuesday again no problem

difficult week, personally/professionally/politically/in the world

listening a good song never dies, van horn- i don’t know enough music theory words, but the driving guitar that comes in in the first couple seconds? good. love it. it has a sneaky but cool feel, like if modern james bond were american? i don’t really know what i mean by that bc i think that’s just the mission impossible movies BUT it has a cool, detached sound with a rougher edge. i think the chorus has my favorite lines:

Cause a good song never dies/It just reminds of where you were/The first time it made you cry/The first time you felt alive

reading finished but did not enjoy The Infinite Horizon, a modern Odyssey retelling by Noto & Duggan. didn’t quite jive with the pacing or art style, the setting in the hear future with a flooded nyc and lots of climate refugees in upstate new york that penelope has to deal with was interesting but wasn’t pushed far enough or used in an interesting manner.

watching

 the Dragon’s Dogma anime (netflix, 2020), whose opening credits have enormous Black Sails vibes. despite the many people in my life who love this game and have also told me “kay you would hate this video game”, i am shocked and appalled to find it has a standard video game plot. the only context i have for this franchise is the two-ep monster factory run. (SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST EP AND A HALF) man replaces dead wife with perfect blank slate magic no-named magic woman he names after dead mother, i said “no thank you!” out loud and closed my laptop.  

all dead wife plots would be infinitely more interesting if they were dead husband plots and here’s how i would rewrite this anime and game i know very little about:

pregnant wife survives, has to protect her young daughter who’s the only thing she has left of her beloved husband while forming an anti-dragon resistance group, turns desire for revenge into cold political fury

bc the dad rushing in headlong left such an impression on the mother she's convinced the only way to defeat her deadliest enemy is by first weakening it through politics and subterfuge/targeted assassinations against the dragon's political allies

the dragon doesn't actually have political allies this anime as-is isn't that complicated

flashback arc as the mother tries to gain political allies, where we learn how the dragon came to power: complex targeted campaign of burning certain duchies/kingdoms/key towns to the ground in order to get others in line,

the beginning of the show when the husband died was the very old dragon deciding to go on one more fire and brimstone campaign for funsies, like an old general going out to lead one last battle

dragon’s seneschal or main spokesperson or whoever is a hot witch lady under thrall or some shit bc she sought power from the dragon and it backfired spectacularly

daughter is basically emily dishonored, trained in the art of sabotage and assassination, mother uses her as a scalpel in order to maneuver the counties/kingdoms surrounding the dragon’s lair to stay out of the way of them killing the dragon

an effort that will be led by the daughter, who will probably not make it out of the spearhead effort to weaken the dragon by flooding the lair with ??? magical Greek fire or some shit?

daughter’s lover, who has been off researching the magical equivalent of Greek fire or some shit to use against the dragon, comes back with the goods and pleads with her to choose her/life/hope over almost certain death while fighting the dragon

the dragon dies the night before the daughter is about to assassinate it! she finds the dragon dead in a gigantic lavish set of a cavern of gold and skulls and shit!

struggle in power vacuum! what does a new order under no dragon look like! what’s the mother’s fucking purpose any more and what does she do with all this power she’s accumulated under the shared banner of killing the dragon! do they lie and say they did actually kill the dragon? how do the daughter and her lover fix their relationship! how do the MOTHER and her adult daughter deal with their new relationship???

WHERE DID THE DRAGON’S HOT WITCH SENESCHAL GO AND WHAT IF ANYTHING DID SHE HAVE TO DO WITH THIS. WHAT HAPPENS TO THE DRAGON’S HOLDINGS AND STAFF

season two babey! political maneuverings in the background of a murder mystery bc now the daughter wants revenge on the person who stole HER revenge and also, from her point of view, wrecked her relationships with her mother and her lover for nothing!

please god someone hire me for some sort of well-paying job bc i've made this simple revenge plot infinitely more interesting while high off my ass on benadryl

playing animal crossing continues to be a balm. gotta pick up a couple hundred acorns to make a cool table and chairs set. not a lot to say about this real simple game that’s a quiet delight. i feel like that was a lot of text all at once have a pic

making curtains, bc the light/window/curtain situation in this apartment continues to be abysmal. these two printed panels i’ve been terrified to cut into have been in my possession since the first time i came back to college. my boss at the time did a lot of networking and traveling, and she was given these at some point by someone. sensing the latent feral textile energy within me or something, although she probably just wanted to clear out her office a little bit, i got these along with a bunch of other shit that has since come to its useful end. but these two panels have been with me through half a dozen moves, and now they’re curtains.

i do not think they are the sort of religious textile a white person shouldn’t own, to the best of my research they are somewhat generic touristy souvenir fabric, but i would be interested to hear otherwise and fix my mistakes, bc i have not cut into them just made some very deep hems. they are printed slightly askew, so my regular perfectionist “pick a warp or weft thread and pin along that line” doesn’t fucking work but i mostly had room for nice finished seams. this fabric is a touch heavier than quilting cotton but lighter than a linen sheet, pretty tightly woven, a little shiny, and i would be reluctant to wash these since in the process of hemming quite a lot of the dye has come off on my hands. didn’t hem the selvedge edge bc i can’t be fucking bothered. here is an abysmal picture, i am very proud of my precise measurements and how nicely they line up. they are a little bit of a weird size proportionally speaking for this room, but they stay out of the way of the outlet and the heater, they go with my bedspread, and that’s what i really care about. if you think i’m gonna fucking iron twelve square feet of curtains you are wrong 

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Hey-o! Long time follower here. I know you live on O'ahu and I'm going to visit my cousin there for a week. Since you've lived there for a while, in your opinion what's something that I absolutely must do/see/eat while I'm there? I love nature and exploring outside, but I'm open to everything. I want to make the most of my time. Thanks!

Oh, that’s so exciting!! A week is a good time to visit, I think you can get a lot done in a week. Well let me think... If you love the outdoors, there is a LOT to do here! I haven’t done every hike, but I have some favorites. (And AllTrails.com is a GREAT resource, and incredibly thorough.)

Get ready, folks, this is gonna be IN DEPTH! Here’s a guide of Stuff To Do that I made for visiting family;

Near Ewa Beach (where we live):

Ko Olina lagoons: Our favorite beach is here. There are four manmade lagoons that look out over the west, so sunset is especially beautiful. All the major resorts outside of downtown are here, so there’s a very nice little plaza with some restaurants, ice cream, etc. But the beach is the best. You can see some tropical fish, and the waves are always mild.

Ewa Beach rail tour: The historic Railroad Society does a 90-minute tour on Saturday and Sunday afternoons and what remains of the cross-island track. It starts in Ewa and goes all the way down the Waianae coast, which is stunningly beautiful. The track passes through Ko Olina, and on Sundays they stop at the plaza so you can get some ice cream.

On the North Shore:

Dole Plantation: The original pineapple plantation is now a kind of museum. There’s a big main house with gift shop and a cafe (where you can get the famous Dole Whip ice cream, not to be missed). There’s also the world’s largest corn maze, a small botanical garden, and a train ride through the fields and garden.

Hale'iwa Town: The whole town is pretty charming; rainbow storefronts, great local restaurants, art galleries, lots of shrimp trucks, and a very pretty beach where you can regularly find giant sea turtles sleeping on the sand. Hale’iwa is the only “major” town along the road that runs the northern shore. You can stop almost anywhere and see amazing beaches. But mind the surf traffic!

Waimea Bay: The Beach Boys sang about this place! It’s arguably the most spectacular beach on Oahu, surrounded by lush mountains on three sides. We’ve seen turtles, seals, dolphins, even a whale in the distance. There’s a famous jumping rock, and you can find rough surf or lapping waves, depending on which end you go. And it’s convenient because it’s right across the road from…

Waimea Valley Audubon: A nicely paved 1.5 mile walk through a beautiful botanical garden, full of fruit trees, orchids, indigenous plants and flowers, and a nene preserve — that’s the endangered Hawaiian duck. The payoff is a waterfall and a natural freshwater pool that you can swim in! They even have changing rooms and a shave ice shack.

In Manoa:

Lyon Arboretum and Manoa Falls: This is up in the mountains, in the tropical rainforest. One trail leads you to Manoa Falls, but it’s a pretty rough hike. It can be muddy and slippery, and there’s a little bit of climbing over roots and boulders. The other trail is Lyon Arboretum, which I love, and there’s a second waterfall at the top of the trail, but I can’t recall how long the walk is. Mostly it’s a very even path, but some of the trails get steepish, so good walking shoes would be required. But it’s also great the just explore the lower gardens.

Pu’u Ualaka’a Lookout: The highest road accessible by the general public is here, on Round Top Drive. The lookout is a small park, but a million-dollar view, all the way from Diamond Head to Waianae, with Pearl Harbor smack in the middle.

In Kaneohe/Windward shore:

Pali Lookout: A park at the top of the Pali Valley, which is a breathtaking expanse, even bigger than the Pu’u Lookout view. This place is full of history. It’s the site of the the Battle of Nu'uanu, where Kamehameha’s warriors forced 400 of Oahu’s defenders off the cliff and to their deaths. It’s a beautiful, eerie, powerful place to be, full of ghosts.

Valley of the Temples: One of my favorite places is the Byodo-in Temple, a replica of a Buddhist temple in Japan. It’s situated at the foot of the Ko’olau Mountains, and features the largest Buddha statue in Hawaii. It’s a beautiful place, very peaceful, with lots of koi and swans and a lovely garden.

Ho’omaluhia Botanical Garden: One of the most beautiful places on the island, if you’re asking me. 400 acres of gardens, a lovely duck-filled lake, and the most breathtaking 360-degree mountain view. NOT to be missed.

Kualoa Beach: Driving to the temple usually takes us on the LONG drive around the windward coast. There are a few very small towns, and the beaches are beautiful. Kualoa is a huge beach park, almost always deserted. The water is calm and shallow, and right off shore is the tiny Chinaman’s Hat island. In back of the park is a mountain range that you may recognize from Jurassic Park! Driving this way takes between two and three hours, and eventually connects to the North Shore. It’s a great way to see this part of the island, and you can stop anywhere along the way for swimming or a bite to eat. Great shrimp trucks, too!

In Honolulu:

Bishop Museum: Our natural and indigenous history museum. It’s pretty incredible, with etymology and ornithology collections, a portrait gallery, a planetarium, three floors of Pacific island history, and a volcano-centric science building!

‘Iolani Palace: The palace of the former Hawaiian monarchy, which offers guided tours. I was really moved when I visited. It’s amazing to see the throne room or the royal jewels, but even more amazing to see the small room where Queen Liliuokalani was held under house arrest, and sewed a commemorative quilt that’s on display.

In Waikiki:

Ala Moana mall: It’s apparently the world’s largest open-air mall. I’m not like a fan of malls, but this place is beautiful to see and wander around. And the FOOD! There’s a whole lower section called Shirokiya Japan Village Walk, which is like a grid of little restaurants and bakeries where you can find any Asian food you’re craving (and the world’s best chocolate cream puffs, too). On Fridays at 8:15 pm, the harbor just across the street sets off a little fireworks show.

Waikiki Beach: A pretty unbeatable place to people watch, have a swim, or lay out in the sun (with a mai tai or a beer, maybe). You can see the historic pink Royal Hawaiian Hotel, the statue of famous surfer Duke Kahanamoku, or sneak into the lobby of the Halekulani and use their fancy Japanese toilets!

King’s Village: A couple blocks of shops and restaurants that looks straight out of Disneyland. I love to just look at everything. On Thursdays and Sundays at 6:30 pm, they perform a tribute to the King’s Guard — on Thursdays it’s fire knife dancing and Polynesian drumming, and on Sundays it’s hula dancing and ukulele. Pretty cool!

Honolulu Zoo: It’s a small zoo, but it’s still pretty awesome! Features a brand new gigantic elephant paddock, a new reptile section, and a very nice keiki petting zoo. Sometimes they give all the animals special snacks -- the elephants get giant popcorn balls!

Honolulu Aquarium: Again, it’s not a huge aquarium, but it’s beautifully laid out, and full of native fishes and monk seals. The zoo and aquarium are both right at the end of Waikiki Beach, so it’s easy enough to do one of these and see more of Waikiki in a day.

Diamond Head: The famous (and famously exhausting) trail to the top of the Diamond Head crater takes about an hour and involves the Hundred Stairs and squeezing yourself through a bunker, but at the top you get a 360 degree view, and it is pretty hard to argue the rewards.

In Hawaii Kai:

Hanauma Bay: This a smallish bay in a state park that’s filled with a coral reef, and chock full of tropical fish — sea turtles, eels, puffers, giant parrotfish, everything. You can even see the state fish, the Humuhumunukunukuapua’a! It’s really like swimming in an aquarium, and if you’ve never been snorkeling, this is a great place to learn because it’s fairly shallow and the waves are usually really mild. It’s closed on Tuesdays (that’s when they paint the fish).

Halona Blowhole: Just up the road from Hanauma Bay is a cliff that goes down to tide pools and the Blowhole. Like Old Reliable, only you get a geyser every time the waves come up through the rock.

Makapu’u Lighthouse trail: This one is a paved 3.2 mile walk, but it gets steep and it’s in direct sun. However, the view at the top is pretty spectacular, and I’ve never gone up and not seen whales below. You can, though, just walk to the first benchmark, which is maybe a quarter mile, and get a pretty fantastic view. This is just about on the opposite side of the island from our house, so we usually stay a while in Hawaii Kai and have dinner at our favorite Greek restaurant, and finish it up with some famous Bubbie’s ice cream and a sunset at the Koko Head Marina.

Bear in mind, this is NOT the most comprehensive list of activities, it’s just what I personally like. I hope it helps!