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wisteriapool · 9 months ago
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Hello, Tumblr! I used to use this site so long ago but decided to come back to share some pictures of my beloveds. This is Joy, my Main Dark Urge, and her beau Wyll <3
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hm-nr · 1 year ago
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weownthenitenyc · 1 year ago
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Tim Engelhardt and Dr. Nicolas Pinto Launch New Music Label, LIFEFORMS
LIFEFORMS: Empowering Artists Through Innovative Technologies One of the industry’s brightest talents, Tim Engelhardt has served the electronic music community with an impeccable catalogue of chart-topping club records and critically acclaimed leftfield offerings over the course of his esteemed, decade-long career. A firm favourite with the likes of Scenarios, Stil Vor Talent, Watergate and…
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puddltabbi · 4 months ago
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this was made for them I swear
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vodika-vibes · 10 months ago
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Nimble Fingers
Summary: You've never been a crafty person...but Jesse makes you want to try.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader
Word Count: 2019
Warnings: Fluff
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: I had Jesse ping-ponging around my brain, so I had to write him before I can write anyone else. Sorry.
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You stare at the lumpy, misshapen thing in your hands, and you sigh, “Nana, I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this.” You finally admit.
The older woman hurries over to you, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla following her into your space. She takes the thing (it’s supposed to be a sweater) out of your hands and looks at it through critical eyes, “It’s not…terrible, sweetie.”
“Nana.”
“You’re new at this, baby. You can’t expect it to be perfect on your first try.”
“I…” You sigh, “I know, Nana. I do. But-”
“-but you want it to be perfect for your boy?” Your Nana asks with a sly smile.
Your face heats and you drop your gaze, “Maybe I’m just not made for crafts-?”
“Nonsense. Everyone can create.” She says briskly, before she tosses the misshapen sweater into the pile of half finished projects, “But, perhaps we should have started with something easier.”
You cross your legs on the chair and wait for her to finish her thought.
“Let’s try quilting!”
“...isn’t that harder?” You ask dryly, “On account of the fact that I don’t know how to sew?”
“Nonsense, that’s what sewing machines are for! On your feet, my little Orange Blossom!” For such a tiny woman, she’s remarkably strong as she’s able to leverage you out of your seat and drag you from the living room and into her quilting room.
The Quilting Room is filled with just about every type of fabric that you can imagine, and several that you’ve never once considered. And there are dozens of quilts in bags to be delivered to the people who ordered them. And there’s one sitting on a drying rack.
“This is new, nana.” You note as you eye the pale yellow and green blanket.
“Oh, yes. Your brother asked me to make a blanket for the baby.” She moves some crates out of the way, “Here you go, darling. Have a seat.”
Obediently, you slide into the chair, and look at the sewing machine, suddenly feeling a lot younger than your almost 25 years, “Nana-”
“Hush, I’m going to teach you how to use it. First we have to plan what we’re sewing.” She pauses and glances at your slightly overwhelmed face, and she laughs, “Okay, how about we take a step back, and just pick on colors and a pattern for a blanket, hm?”
“Well…blue and white for the colors,” You say, thinking about Jesse’s armor colors, “And I don’t know about patterns-?”
“We’ll do something very basic then-” She mumbles as she scurries around the room. Your nana returns with an armful of cloth and a box of supplies, “Alright. So, quilting-” And she starts to lecture you on how to quilt.
10 minutes in, your eyes are wide and slightly panicked, and you turn your frantic gaze to your grandfather, who’s been listening for about five minutes.
“You’re overwhelming the girl, Jyll.” Your grandfather scolds.
“Honestly, this is really basic-” She huffs.
“Basic for you, perhaps. But she’s not done this before.” Your grandfather lightly claps your shoulder, “Come with me, girlie.” 
You scramble to your feet after him, and he leads you through the house to his own workroom, which smells like different types of woods. Your grandfather is a woodworker, though now he doesn’t make as much furniture as he used to, preferring to make vanity pieces now.
“Now, you want to make a present for that nice young man you introduced to us at dinner last week, right?” He asks as he settles in his chair with a groan, “Jesse, is his name, right?”
“Yeah.” You turn your gaze away from a carved tooka that looks like it’s going to spring to life and jump at you, “He doesn’t have things, and I just want to give him something-” You sigh, “That sounds stupid, doesn’t it?”
He kicks a stool over to you, and you sink onto it.
“Not at all.” He smiles at you, “Your nana made me a blanket when we first started dating all those years ago, and I still have it. It was my most cherished possession…right up until she gave me your mother and uncle.”
You smile at him, “That’s sweet.”
“It is.” He agrees, “And, unless I’m greatly overestimating your boy, I think he’ll be happy with anything you give him, especially if you make it.”
“But, that’s the thing.” You say, “I can’t make things!”
“You think he’ll treasure it any less because it’s a little lumpy or misshapen?” Your grandfather asks with an arched brow, and your argument dies on your tongue.
Because he’s right, of course. He generally is.
“How about we carve something for your boy. Something he can wear around his neck maybe.” He strokes his beard for a moment, “Come over here, lass. Let’s find a good wood for this.”
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It’s been two weeks since the day you finished the simple wooden ring with your grandfather. You carved the whole thing yourself, under his supervision, and then left it with him so he can treat it and find a cord for it to hang from.
But it’s finally done.
You used a pale colored wood, and carefully (but clumsily) carved your name and Jesse’s inside the band, while the outside is covered in vines. And the ring itself is hanging from a leather cord.
It’s not perfect. There are some obvious mistakes to the carvings, but your grandfather swore up and down that Jesse will love it, mistakes and all.
So here you are, waiting for Jesse in your apartment, with the small box holding his present on the table next to you, and dinner finishing up on the stove.
The box is something your grandfather made, claiming that all men need a good box to store their valuables in, and no amount of talking would convince him that Jesse doesn’t have any valuables. There’s also another smaller box inside the box, though your grandparents refused to tell you what was in it, claiming that it’s a present for Jesse and that you’re not allowed to look.
You learned a long time ago that your grandparents will do whatever they want, so you didn’t push too hard.
The familiar sound of your door code being entered reaches your ears, and you step into the hallway just as the door slides open. Jesse looks exhausted, but all of the exhaustion drains away when he sees you standing there.
“Cyare!”
You grin at him, “Welcome back,”
Jesse sets his helmet down on the shelf next to the door, and then he holds his arms out so you can throw yourself into them. “I missed you,” He says warmly as he folds you into a tight hug.
“You saw me this morning,”
“I know, a whole 12 hours without being able to see you, it’s practically torture.” Jesse says dramatically, before he pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose, “How was your day?”
“It wasn’t bad. I saw Nana and Grandpa today. They missed you at lunch.”
“I’m sorry I had to dip out on them,” Jesse says, releasing you so he’s able to remove his armor, “I talked to Rex, and barring a surprise deployment, I might be able to make it next week.”
“They’ll be thrilled.” You reply, “Mona is close to popping, and they want you there to meet the baby. I think my sister-in-law likes you more than me.” You add with a laugh.
“Now, I know that isn’t true.” Jesse says easily as he finishes pulling his armor off and rolls his shoulders, “Dinner smells amazing, what are you making?”
“Oh, I’m just warming up some of the stew Nana made for lunch. It’ll be a little bit before it’s done if you want to change?”
“Hm. Might not be a bad idea,” He rolls his head, “I’m going to grab a shower too,” Jesse glances at you and flashes a mischievous smile, “Wanna join?”
“Only if you want dinner to burn,” You counter, before you step closer to him and stand on your toes to kiss him, “I have a surprise for you when you’re done.”
“Oh?”
“Go shower, it’ll hold.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jesse kisses you three times in quick succession, before he steps around you and heads to the bedroom. You wait until you hear the water turn on, before you step back into the kitchen.
You glance at the stew, and try to smother your nerves, but finally it gets the better of you, and you open the box to pull out the ring you carved him. It’d be better if you gave it to him personally anyway.
You curl your hand around the ring, and move back to the stove to make sure that the dinner won’t burn.
Jesse emerges from the bedroom less than ten minutes later, and he immediately slides his arms around your waist and kisses the side of your neck. 
“Feel better?”
“Much.” Jesse presses another kiss to your neck, and then he turns your head to kiss you properly, “Your shower does wonders in working out my muscle soreness.”
You laugh, “That is why I bought it.” You glance at him with a broad grin on your face, “If you’re nice, maybe I’ll give you a massage tonight.”
“I can be nice.” Jesse says immediately.
You just grin at his predictable answer, and then you nod towards the table, “Everything in the box is for you. Including the box.”
Jesse glances at the table and releases you, allowing you to turn and join him at that table. He curiously runs his fingers over the fine wooden box, “He carved a star map into the box.” Jesse says, sounding surprised, “Leading back to…huh…”
You tilt your head curiously and Jesse flashes an amused smile, “It’s more than a star map. It’s a road map back to here. This apartment. In case I can’t find my way home, I guess.”
You laugh softly, “That sounds like him.”
He opens the box, and pulls out the other box with an amused quirk of his lips. Slowly he opens the box, and his jaw drops, “Babe, I can’t accept this-” He blurts.
“What is it?”
“Uh…well…” He turns the box towards you, revealing a very nice watch. Actually, it looks almost identical to the watch your brother got when he reached the age of majority. “This is too much-”
“Check the back of the watch,” You offer with a small smile.
Jesse eyes you suspiciously, but flips the watch and stares at the back of it silently for a moment. And when he speaks there’s something fragile in his voice, “Welcome to the family, Jesse. Love Nana and Pa.” He reads out, his voice slightly shaky. “Babe-”
“I didn’t know that they were going to do that,” You say quietly, “But I’m not surprised. My family loves you.” A smile lifts your lips, “Almost as much as I do.”
Jesse slides the watch around his wrist, and it fits perfectly, “I love it.” He admits quietly, “I don’t know how I’m going to thank them for this.”
“A simple thank you will be enough, Jesse. You’re family now, after all.” You pause and bite your lower lip, your gift really doesn’t compare to a watch, but you want to give it anyway. “I have a present for you too.”
He turns his gaze away from the watch and focuses his attention on you, “You do?”
“I…It’s not a watch,” You offer sheepishly, “And it’s not very well made, I’m not really crafty-” You trail off as you pull the ring from your pocket and hold it out to him. 
Jesse takes it from you, and slowly runs his fingers over it, “You made this?” He asks, his voice hushed.
“Yeah, I mean. Grandpa helped a lot. And it’s not perfect, and it you don’t like it-”
“I love it.” He interrupts a broad grin on his face, “Did you do the carvings too?”
“Um…yeah.” You admit, “they’re a little wonky-”
Jesse drapes the ring around his neck and slides his chair so he’s sitting right next to you, “I love it. I love you.”
Your face heats, “I just wanted to show you how much I love you-,” You admit.
You’re unable to finish your sentence as Jesse crashes his lips against yours, “I love it.” he repeats against your lips, “So much. Almost as much as I love you.”
You kiss him gently, “I love you too.”
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crookedrussiancam · 5 months ago
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JEMJAMMER - Episode 130 - Breakfast for Dinner
Our heroes depart Stormspace and head towards Eberron, as Artie makes a business decision, Wyn introduces her new sister to her family, and Jyll names her terrible dog.
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illustrationsbychristina · 1 year ago
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💛 The Home for Wayward OCs: Jylliana!!! 💛
It’s your bff Jyll!! Jylliana is an Aasimar Tempest Cleric from my friends’ Spelljammer actual play podcast JemJammer! She’s very cool and I’m really happy with how this turned out.
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junkjen · 2 years ago
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somehow i can still make art while depressed ig commission of someone’s project zomboid OC, Jyll (they/them)
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paulandkarenartandlife · 2 months ago
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Folkestone gets arty....
Not yet the next Arts Triennial BUT September 2024 was a tour de force for the local artist community. Open Arts 24 was the brainchild of Thurle Wright a longstanding artist resident of Folkestone. Together with a superbly organised and committed group of local artists, and art directed by Alex and Rosie from Art Haus, a wonderful openstudios and events experience came to Folkestone for the duration of 10 days. See more below...
Meanwhile, we mourn the demise of WILKOS in the centre of town and are desperate to see the old DEBENHAMS  building/ named Folca during the pandemic of 2020, repurposed as a 10-pin bowling alley, ice rink or an art school or anything rather than crumbling away. The Council has not been very active in finding new investors to the town over the years.  Community assets like the public library are also closed.
On a positive note... the NEWER ADDITIONS that are bringing energy to the town include the Folkestone Bookshop and events venue 20th Century Speedway and the Folkestone Art Haus.   And now we have Tofts gently bringing musical soul food back to Folkestone.  Arts Film and Music festivals are happening in Folkestone all the time now  - it is hard to keep up!!!
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT????
UPDATE AUTUMN 2024
OPEN ARTS FOLKESTONE an amazing Open Studios and Events during 10 days in September 2024.  About 140 local artists were showing what they were creating. This was organised by a tireless group of artists led by Thurle Wright and art directed by Alex and Rosie (from the essential Folkestone Art Shop/Studio call Art Haus.) A while back Kate Knight had started a carefully curated artist supplies shop from next door to us in the Old High Street as part of her artist studio.  It was too soon for #Folkestone, but not now and Art Haus is a buzzing hub, supplying essentials for the growing artistic community.
We were thrilled to be slightly involved in the arty proceedings.  We offered a shop window to artist Jackie Brown.  Of course, apart from her rather lovely minimal tree bark sculptures and prints, her name was a shoe in for us! We couldn’t resist placing the eponymous album cover next to her work.
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next we have invited Angela Schütz to show her 'angels' in our window.
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Hope to keep adding to this ramble… from time to time. K signing off now.
N.B. in case I forgot to mention.. Brigitte Orianski from Strange Cargo in Cheriton is an unstoppable force for the artists all over town. From the annual Charivari to bronze hand frieze at Folkestone Central Station and amazing art contributions to the town that have involved the local community. Far too many to mention! Seek out Strange Cargo. They started at the top of The Old High Street many years ago and then found a permanent gallery space in Cheriton. On the wall, you will see a beautiful radiant abstract sculpture by Jyll Bradley.
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gawy-in · 2 months ago
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Jyll
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erstwhiledancefloor · 3 months ago
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Tis but my name
When I was 16, many thousands of years ago, I changed my name in my head and with any new people I met to Jyllian/Jyll from Jill. I  don’t recall how I told my friends or when they started using it. Some still call me Jyll. baby me I did this change for  a few reasons. That name didn’t fit. I also needed a way to separate myself from being Jackie’s daughter. Somehow, some kind of separation that…
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hm-nr · 1 year ago
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When you're stuck in the middle of a crisis Let me show you where the hope is Come home I will leave a light on I will leave a light on
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maximuswolf · 6 months ago
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Keanler Jyll - See Me [Melodic House]
Keanler, Jyll - See Me [Melodic House] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VB9FUEh-stQ Submitted June 06, 2024 at 12:27PM by mediazikos https://ift.tt/9zZFtgL via /r/Music
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chosen-music · 6 months ago
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Keanler, Jyll - See Me
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missvintage5000 · 7 months ago
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 70s Red Polyester Button Front Shirt.
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valleyledger · 8 months ago
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Courtyard Luxury Senior Living Appoints Jyll Bascone President of New Clinton Community
Whitehouse Station Resident Aims to Establish Courtyard as a New Model for Assisted Living & Memory Care for Seniors CLINTON, N.J., April 3, 2024 – Courtyard Luxury Senior Living has appointed healthcare executive Jyll Bascone as President of its new assisted living and memory care community set to open in early Summer. The Whitehouse Station resident brings more than 20 years of industry…
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