#rehandle

[illbringthechaosmagic]

Stroke my ego and say you'd sleep with me, Wanda.

@rehandles

"Alright, say I do stroke that ego of yours Doctor," Wanda teased gently, giving him a smile as she sat across from him, "what do you plan on giving me in return? If I tell you that I would sleep with you, what does that get me? Because unless it means we teleport ourselves up to your chambers right this minute, I'm not so sure I want to let you know if I would say yes or not."

[stars-wandered]

"If you say so, well... here goes nothing then." America gives her teacher a small nod, Stephen's reassurance helping to ease her worries slightly as dark brown eyes search for an opening to surprise the elder sorcerer. As quick as a bullet the young teen sprints towards him, going for a slide as instead of attacking the girl goes under his legs to maneuver herself behind him.

Amber sparks fly from her finger tips as an eldritch whips is formed and she lashes it out towards the doctor's back leg, it isn't the best strategy against a master sorcerer but at the very least it could throw him off his guard. Tugging hard on the spell-crafted whip does the brunette hope to trip him, something she wonders if and how the man will retaliate after he realizes what she has done.

"Magic and all," Stephen agrees. "Spellcasting is one thing, but learning how to time your spells is another. You can only learn that by doing."

He doesn't talk about how often he'd been knocked off his feet in the early days-- how conjuring shields quickly didn't mean much when they were made in the wrong places. Stephen doesn't expect America to be incredible, though a part of him can't help the amusement at how nervous she is at starting.

"I trust you, America. And I promise if you look even a little bit like you're losing control, we'll stop immediately.

"Now come at me." Stephen's tone verges on playful, goading her on. "Conjure whatever weapon you want and give me everything you've got."

And regardless of how America chooses to pursue him, Stephen'll be ready to weave away, evasive and defensive as a tutor should be.

[l3m0nflavoredg1fs]

Rehandling an Axe

[schweizercomics]

Blades of May 13: a great sword whose blade is from the late Ming Dynasty, but which was rehandled for (probably) civilian or martial artist use nearer the Boxer Uprising

[kanadabiscuits]

I always use the same small screwdriver to pry off the catchbasin of our woodstove. This little flathead screwdriver is older than I and has been a multi-use tool for years in my household but for some reason of late, I have taken to placing it on top of the stove once the catch basin is off.

Several times now (at least five) I have had to wait for the fire to to cool so I can peel the plastic from the iron stovetop.

Today I did it again.

Today was the screwdriver's last hurrah. There is no coming back from the twisted hell to which I have consigned it. Scant thanks for its years of service.

Anyone know how to rehandle a screwdriver?

[admiraltx]

A rehandle job I did for an old friend. No, I won’t do yours, I don’t care if it was grandpa’s

[pickled-dice]

Because I’m building Iris and Iron primarily as a setting instead of as the prerequisite for a planned story, I get to add all the ideas I randomly think of.

Such as recently, my friend and I were rehandling a machete onto an axe handle (cause we could) and we were discussing the vibe we were going for. He thought it’d be more elegant cause of the nicer handle. An elven kinda thing. I thought it should be more rugged cause it’s a top heavy, kinda rusty machete.

I backed up my idea by basically saying “My thoughts were, the people who used this kinda weapon were like a group of feared guerilla fighters. They fought in the brush and trees and used makeshift weapons they cobbled together from looted parts. I called them the Brushers.

He liked the idea and we went with that.

Now the Brushers are part of Iris. I don’t know where or how they fit yet. But I am very happy with them already.

Their name was absolutely taken from Bastion though. Great game, play it.

(Song: Brusher Patrol by Darren Korb (from the Bastion OST))

[stingslikeabee]

available verses (public and private)

This is a masterlist of available verses for Melissa, public & private. This post will be updated as new verses are included and other verses are retired; please note that private verses are exclusive for the writing partners mentioned below while public are available for anyone (also available under the verses page).

Retired verses (public or private) are listed for archiving purposes and are not available.

Active general verses:

v: FFVII v: FFXII v: FFXV v: FFXVI v: the Evil Queen v: Yakuza v: Killer Queen v: House of Flowers v: Path to Nowhere v: the Continental v: Alice in Borderland v: the Fortune Teller

Active exclusive verses:

- exclusive with @dojimakaichou: v: Yakuza ; dragon king AU v: Yakuza ; detective AU v: Yakuza ; Addams Family AU v: Yakuza ; medieval AU v: Yakuza ; vampire AU v: Yakuza ; merfolk AU v: Yakuza ; first lady of the Tojo AU v: Yakuza ; space federation AU v: Yakuza ; wild west AU v: Yakuza ; American dream AU v: Yakuza ; werewolf AU v: Yakuza ; serpent curse AU v: Yakuza ; demoness AU

- exclusive with @kansaisdragon: v: Yakuza ; bodyguard AU

- exclusive with @healthkits: v: Americana

- exclusive with @sierra6x: v: Blood Moon Rising

- exclusive with @strongfuck: v: Atlas and the Sun v: the pool of Mnemosyne

- exclusive with @withthedoubleg: v: the Eyes of the Dragon

- exclusive with @hisroyalmagnificence: v: wish you were mine

- exclusive with @finalslay: v: tale as old as time v: a scandal for the ages

- exclusive with @hyperionhero: v: daughter of Calliope

- exclusive with @saishuu-heiki: v: mother of calamity

- exclusive with @antielevator: v: there are more things in heaven and earth than we dreamed of

- exclusive with @sweariff: v: clap your hands if you believe

- exclusive with @lncarnon: v: a golden cat in a black night v: on the sidelines of history

- exclusive with @backwaterscum: v: mending these broken wings

- exclusive with @il-mostrc: v: there's no caging a bird of prey

- exclusive with @divinejudge: v: FFVII ; Siren AU

- exclusive with @bloodypuzzle: v: speak not of retribution but of a reawakening v: war makes fools of us all (but so does love) v: a thousand years of longing v: the cards do not lie v: once upon a time in the west

- exclusive with @macrodatum: v: no memories should be taken for granted v: nightmare alley

- exclusive with @poeticphoenix: v: arts of destruction

- exclusive with @evilsontherun: v: God works in mysterious ways

- exclusive with @untracked: v: if only we had looked back v: runaway royalty

- exclusive with @rehandles: v: the future is not set in stone

Retired general verses:

v: Kingdoms of Gaia v: Jazz Age

Exclusive retired verses:

v: Once Upon a Time v: Sucker Punch v: FFVII ; secretary AU v: FFVII ; wolfsbane AU v: Nightingale

[reasintper]

DISCLAIMER: I bought these tools with my own money paying full price on Amazon. No one has paid for or coerced my opinion in any way.

Here are two Bradford pear spoons (one symmetric and the other right handed).

I had an online conversation about the quality and usability of certain mass produced tools and the Ukrainian company Hutsuls came up. I said that I own the $20 set that has the 3 knives, gloves, honing compound, strop, and canvas roll-up.

I promised to make a spoon using just that set.

1. This is using a Bradford pear branch that came down in a storm a month or two ago, and has been anchor sealed and sitting in my shed.

2. I put a sharpening on these tools using just w&d sandpaper glued to plywood, and honing compound on leather. They will be meeting the diamond and ceramic plates soon, and I will be adjusting some backs and bevels.

3. The handles are unmodified as are the be els and blade backs.

Here are my findings. They are absolutely worth $20.

The slöjd knife is 2-1/4" so it is more like the Mora #120 than the #106. If you hold them side by side the blade looks almost exactly the same.

The spoon hook knife is right handed. It has the sharp point like the old style Mora #164. And I can only assume the strong semi-circular shape is akin to the older style Mora #164 although I don't actually own one of those. So it differs from my current Mora #164's semi-carotoid shape. But it is similar in shape. It is also, a thicker blade material as well.

Thirdly it also includes a detail knife 1-5/8" long and 1/4" wide. This was a new tool to me. It goes around corners quite well.

Overall, all the blades cut well and held their respective edges. Through the two spoons I honed the hook knife about 5 strokes on green and 5 on pink. Tho other blades never felt like they needed it.

All that said the only "con" would be the handles. They are flat with some rounding. Hotspots and blisters. Enough said. Need wrapped or rehandled. :)

#handtoolwoodworking #maker #diy #woodwork #woodworking #wood #axecarving #spooncarving #greenwoodcarving #pear #pearwood #bradfordpear #bradfordpearwood #hutsuls

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[foxbirdy]

WE HAVE TO REHANDLE EVERY TOOL!!! also I said nothing untoward about Mr. Jake of PCTA fame just that he's an outlier and literally every trails partner I've worked with thinks that hazel hoes & grubbers are superfluous, and that you should always have multiple pulaskis in your cache. smh

being a little fledgling trail worker and seeing a pulaski in your comic (which was beautiful!) made me so happy i said.. I know him !! also sort of unrelated but i got to work for a sponsor who was also trans lately and it made me really happy to see there's people like me out there doing what i want to do with my life . also! Every pulaski enjoyer i know is so so into the pulaski and i am so bad at it lol

YOU KNOW HIM!!! 🥲♥️ & I totally get what you mean - getting to work with queer project partners as a crew lead was such a joyful experience! There are so many of us out there working trails. & don't give up on Missus Pulaski! It wasn't my favorite tool for a lot of my early trail work days (roadhoe was my first love) but it really, really grew on me! I love how versatile it is in both cutting/digging/prying/etc. I also appreciate that the tool head is generally heavier, which lets you really use that weight to pack a punch on digging.

[drivenoutside]

The sledge is done! It is an Atha Tools (sleuthing by @w_squared2) 14 pound, strait peen blacksmith striking hammer. I paid ~$5 for it at a salvage place and it took all of an hour to clean up and rehandle with a hickory handle I have had for too long. I cut a wedge out of walnut and the smeared the head and handle with @axe_and_anvil. The overall length is now 25” and I put it on top of my 110 pound Swedish anvil for a size comparison. Now I just have to con someone into being my striker... #reuse #riddlesteel #sledge #oldiron #rehandle #betterthannew #blacksmith #athatoolco (at Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-VyFhrDKDF/?igshid=1oodjky75yp02

[metropolicity]

#makevember day 5: Sharp. What’s the definition of insanity again? Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results? Usually my day isn’t that, but I do tend to do the same things over and over again, so I like to lateral my brain and hands every so often. The Spyderco Pingo was designed by one of my favourite industrial designers Jens Anso @anso_of_denmark. It was one of my first encounters of an ID professional outside of the academic realm and I have followed him for quite some time. His designs are unique and uniquely human. The Pingo was a response to the very strict knife laws in Denmark, a sub 2.5” blade, non locking and requiring two hands to open. The now discontinued Pingo felt kind of ‘cheap’, with glass fibre plastic handles, they didn’t do it for me. So, I made new ones out of G10 composite, blue, JUST so I can call it my Bingo Knife. My most proud feature is the inclusion of the pocket clip slots, which I manually milled in with my vertical milling machine. Next to it is another Anso blade, the Rock Lobster, which a couple of weeks ago I modified to fit my hand. #makersgonnamake #ansopingo #spyderco #pingo #spydercopingo #handle #rehandle #handleit #g10 #knifemaking https://www.instagram.com/p/B4faCfVAtCE/?igshid=1s86ove2vghzd

[stingslikeabee]

It felt like she could finally breathe - as if someone had pulled Melissa from out of the deep sea and the lungs had been filled with precious, crispy air rather than salt water.

It didn't last for long, however - as soon as the brunette focused enough on her surroundings, fascinated and relieved to finally be in charge of her own limbs, Melissa realized the problem with that assumption - it wasn't her body. She sat directly above it, wide and confused eyes glancing down and watching herself over some sort of bed where Doctor Strange had kept her restrained with the aid of some ancient spell or ritual.

No, not herself - the Mind Stone. Melissa had watched for long enough to know all about it, trapped at the back of her mind while her flesh was hijacked by the curious thing. A power from another dimension, a disruption to her home world, a danger to everyone - and it took great pleasure in making every second difficult to those opposing its whims. From an unhinged day in the city to the most insufferable behavior around an Avenger, Melissa's body acted truly possessed by the most mischievous demon.

And while being free of the invisible tentacles that controlled her like a puppet was a welcome relief, Melissa knew nothing about an astral plane, or what to make of the strange sensation of being without real flesh and bones. The place where Stephen pressed against her wrist was like the epicenter of an earthquake, sending waves all over her that were both scalding and chilling; it had a pulse of its own, some sort of connection that she didn't realize to be caused by a soul talking to another.

Suddenly, she needed air - but unlike the first gulp of freedom after blinking into consciousness in that separate reality, nothing came. Melissa's eyes widened and, despite the calm reassurances and the very soothing voice from Stephen, the brunette started to panic. Perhaps out of foolish human instinct, she immediately moved forward, to him - to try and grasp anything that felt tangible in that dimension.

And yet, it was somehow possible - just as he held her hand, the barista's free limb found the opposite side of his torso, clinging to the sorcerer like one would to hard, trusted stone when drowning. Melissa's fear was palpable in the widened pupils and the shaking digits, crawling closer to his presence as the one thing that felt familiar and safe (to her, at least, and not the creature that had claimed her body). If breathing was still necessary, the brunette would have been panting rather desperately, pulse racing and beads of cold sweat forming at the back of her neck.

"Save me?" she said at long last, but Melissa thought she didn't sound like herself at all; was that her own timbre? Or had she grown so used to the way the stone used its vessel that she couldn't remember anything correctly anymore? "Stephen, did I die?" the question came abruptly, with clear tones of agony - and without any deference or respect for a man that so often saved New York.

She had heard his first name uttered in so many variations from her own lips (from those oozing contempt to the honey-dripping, seductive ones) that it felt absurd to call the man anything else - particularly to a shell-shocked brain like hers.

"Why is this happening?" another query, and one she had posed herself many times without the power keeping her in check seeming to acknowledge it while it sometimes responded to other unvoiced concerns, "Why me?"

The biggest question mark of them all - why someone so unremarkable? Why Melissa Jane Drysdell, of all the 8 billion people on Earth?

Stephen is so accustomed to the noise and crackles of the alternate Mind Stone's existence that the silence in the air computes as wildly uncomfortable. Beneath his feet, he can see his physical body sat with its eyes shut and its palm pressed firmly atop Melissa's breastbone; in that reality, it looks as if time is ticking slowly, oozing about their bodies in sluggish ebbs and flows. In truth, however, Stephen had only made it so that his controlled pocket of the astral dimension was moving quick enough to stretch a few seconds in the real world into thousands.

After all, this is the first time he's spoken to @stingslikeabee in days, and he'll need all the information he can get.

"Relax," is the first thing he says. Mirroring his physical form, he reaches out to touch her, but instead of resting on Melissa's chest Stephen's fingers curl gently around her wrist. Spirit-to-spirit, he shivers slightly at the feeling of Melissa's soul mingling with his own.

"Right now, you and I are in the Astral Dimension-- a place where souls are free to exist without bodies."

Touch always feels so intimate in a place where exposure is the norm. Even with the spiritual barriers Stephen's learned to put up, the innate vulnerability of having one's soul so visible means there's only so much he can protect against. Melissa's essence settles in the back of his mind like a bee atop a flower; his own soul sighs wearily in the quietest corner of Melissa's head in turn.

"It took a significant effort to get you here with me, Melissa." Stephen's grip tightens slightly with the intent to ground her. A person's first trip on the astral dimension tends to be overwhelming, and he suspects Melissa won't be any different.

His tone remains even in an attempt to mimic calm. "These past few days, I've been... untangling you, so to speak, from the power that's taken root in your body. And five seconds ago I untangled enough of your soul to pull a tangible form of you into this world.

"I think I've figured out how to save you." Stephen smiles, and hopefully Melissa will find it reassuring. "I'm going to need your help, though."

[giveninservice]

@rehandles liked for a starter

It was all over.

Now that everything had come to a standstill, the adrenaline was beginning to ebb away, a rush of exhaustion taking over, and Bucky found himself dropping down onto a piece of rubble to catch his breath, pushing his flesh hand through his hair. There was so much to take in. The battle alone was a hell of a lot to process never mind the whole ‘we’ve been gone for five years and now we’re back’ thing. 

Yeah, he was probably going to spend a while processing all of this.

Individuals were scattered all around the area, talking, recovering, holding each other. Steve was somewhere, he’d seen him a few times during the fight. Sam was somewhere too, neither of them seemed to be too badly injured. Small blessings, he supposed.

[the2ndinnings-blog]

PowerPlay Cricket Academy refurbished then customized stumps. Very neat. Red bails😎™️the2ndinnings #changegear #lovecricket #crickebats #Refurbishment #repair #rehandle #cricketrehandles #cricketlovers #cricketbaggy #sports #secondhand #sportinggoods #cricket #allfixes https://www.instagram.com/p/BuVpzvjHnxu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b5qsmeu2g9vu

[illbringthechaosmagic]

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1. Wanda was pretty shy around Strange to begin with. Although they hadn’t really had much of an interaction in the past, she knew of him and his power so he did intimidate her ever so slightly. 

2. She loves getting to cook for him, getting to try out new recipes as well as some that she remembers from her mom. Though she does let Wong have rein of the kitchen occasionally. 

3. Their first kiss was a little unexpected on her end but she didn’t pull away. After it, she didn’t bring it up until a week later because she had to make sure she hadn’t dreamt it. Not only that but it led to her worrying due to having lost the only other love she had been close to

4. Wanda is definitely a fan of having him close, whether that's sitting reading together or curled up on the couch. Her favourite is laying in bed, either resting her head on his chest or being the little spoon.