#scaffold boards

[woodshelving]

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[tianjinwellmadescaffold]

320mm Ringlock Scaffold Platform - Steel Planks EN12811 - Ring System Sc...

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[rearranging-deck-chairs]

time's prophecy to 13 is like whatever, i generally dont really think abt it bc when i do it just feels a little like a contrivance to cut thasmin short, or more specifically to give 13 a reason to formulate why thasmin is getting cut short ie it just feels to me mainly as an in-universe way to say "hey so like we've got 3 episodes left theres not much we can do here"

but the other day i Was thinking abt it, or like it crossed my mind, that scene, that warning, that does little except verbalise to 13, with her own mouth, You Have No More Time

and i was like, thats actually like exactly what trauma does right? like that phenomenon where you are just convinced for no real concrete reason that youre dying within the next 1-5 years? i think i read that thats a ptsd thing once but idk. but you know the feeling, like, where youre stuck in the past and the future refuses to unfold? like it's just stuck. time is not moving forward. like there's a wall right in front of you and youre just like, im gonna walk into the wall. and maybe you feel like the wall is 1 year away or 5 but regardless, that 1 or 5 year can pass but the wall doesnt move. you know what i mean? like youre convinced you wont see your 20th birthday but youre actually already 25. just doesnt sink in.

i think thats what time's warning to 13 is. just the articulation of her own belief that shes running out of time. or that it had already run out before she even started. she starts her relationship with her companions with the assumption that it's temporary, even after they board for real: "you wont come back the same"

and if you look at it that way i think it's easier to deal with the jump from 13 to 14 or 15. not for yaz, obviously, shes still gonna be super upset abt it. but if 13 really genuinely entirely can not imagine the future that 14 has, can not imagine a future at all, like, it makes sense.

maybe she felt like she was dying but instead of the sentiment 10 expressed "some new man goes sauntering away and i am dead" she just stopped after the first sentence like "everything i am dies." stop. theres no After. theres nothing to imagine. theres no keeping yaz with her, theres no going back for her either. theres no continuation. theres no next. everything i am dies. and the world stops.

nightvale voice: death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

but it's doctor who. she is the universe. what happens after the heat death of the universe? are you imagining settling down with a family who loves you? are you imagining heaven? after the heat death of the universe? the doctor doesnt believe in god.

[cassiefairy]

DIY boot room project - How to upcycle kitchen stools into a porch bench

As part of my budget porch makeover, I wanted to make a bench that would give us somewhere to sit while taking off wellies in the new 'boot room'. Here's how I upcycled some kitchen stools and a piece of scaffold board from a skip...

[funky-lil-ghost]

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[dicketysplit]

this room is finally starting to resemble a living space and not a shipping container!!!!! i have a semi-functional staircase that i designed* and built myself out of scaffolding!!!!! there is no more bulky furniture building to be done!!!!!!!!!

[scaffoldsonline]

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[buildermerchant]

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[paamgroup]

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[cnwwood]

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[sleeplessant]

Hey Tolkien people and history buffs of Tumblr, I'm in need of your assistance. Does anybody know if there was an actual historical inspiration (or many) to the narrow, no rails, stone bridge of Khazad-dûm?

For context, I'm trying to use it as an example in my theoretical physics dissertation on the dynamics of pedestrians moving in a single line, but I've already met with some resistance from advisors with No Taste. All my google searches have conducted to analyses of the effectiveness of the Khazad-dûm scene in the book & movie, instead of an analysis of the actual "physical" bridge.

I know I could use other modern examples from construction scaffolds or bus and plane boarding/exiting schemes for single-line movement, but that's boring. Uninspired. Everyone does it. What I want is a badass illustration from The Lord of the Rings, and a JRR Tolkien quote on my very theoretical, so abstract that is basically useless, physics dissertation.

A physicist calls for aid.

[tianjinwellmadescaffold]

320mm Steel Plank for O ledger - Ringlock Scaffolding Work Platform - Wa...

[venomous-qwille]

I want to ask how you're able to juggle so many characters and their interactions with Cricket and everyone? Every relationship feels so realistic and natural. I wonder if you have a hard time forgetting moments or conversations between characters.

Ahh thankyou so much! The truth is I do forget stuff sometimes, and I'm sure I will forget more stuff as the story goes on and more characters are introduced. I have a very large miro board that I store my notes on for important stuff to remember. In regards to keeping it feeling natural? I try not to over-plan my chapters, I have a scaffolding for it but if characters decide to say/do something different then I very rarely course correct. I find that characters tend to gravitate towards dialogue/decisions/relationships that are right for them, so I try to give them as much narrative space as possible to do that! The other thing that keeps it feeling natural is rooting as much as poss in real life experiences- people I have met, stuff I have seen etc, little details from real life resonate a lot and really help to bring characters/scenes to life.

[plasticfreckles]

🌙 happy birthday to me solavellan enjoy 🌙

"Mistress Lavellan." Startled, Solas reaches for his heart. He'd been so engulfed in his art he hadn't heard the door.

The motion smeared colour where it didn't belong and made some limestone come crumbling down. Something to fix, once his pulse has returned to normal.

He does not remember being that easily startled, before the Slumber.

Lavellan sits in her favorite spot, on the chaise longue by the wall. She barely looks up from her book. Eyes up at Solas for but a moment, everything all right? He barely needs to nod. Lavellan turns to their guest.

"Josephine. What do you need?"

"I've been wondering, my lady, for completion's sake, could you reveal your nameday to me? Just to have it written down somewhere."

"My what?" He hears the sound of her wooden bookmark sliding between pages before snapping her reading closed with entirely more force than necessary.

"You- your nameday. The day of the year you were born."

"I don't know." Solas puts down his brush, turns on his scaffolding.

Have the Dalish strayed so far from what they were that they no longer note the day someone was blessed with the gift of life?

"You don't know?" The Ambassador, despite dropping her carefully curated, diplomatic pokerface for a moment, does not even look half as scandalized as he feels.

Lavellan shrugs. When she pulls her legs up on the settee, knees covering her chest, and reaches for her honey lemon milk, her face turns guarded. She's ashamed for it.

"We don't really do calendars. I think it was around a summer solstice. There was a famine. It had rained the whole spring, and then the sun came burning down all summer. Humans of the village had used up their stores, so they sent their militia apprentices to raid ours. Or so my brother told me."

That can't be true, Solas thinks. Haleir is younger than she is. How could he know the circumstance of her birth if she herself does not?

Josephine taps the top of her pen against her writing board.

"Summer famine in the Marches.. the most recent would have been three years ago. Have you lived during the Blight?"

"I wasn't in Ferelden, but I was alive, yes."

Lavellan sips at her drink, but the way she cards a hand through her hair and glances up at Solas in short, regular intervals tells him she is deeply uncomfortable with this conversation.

Josephine is too intrigued figuring out the mystery of her birth to notice.

Solas climbs down from the scaffolding. Despite her discomfort, Lavellan smirks behind her mug at the paint stains on his tunic. It's evident his startling had shaken the paint bucket, color flowing over the rim and onto his clothes. She picks up a discarded quilt from the floor with her toes and drapes it over the chaise beside her.

So he can sit with her without tainting the furniture.

She may as well have hurled her mug aside and hid behind him, save me please I need help screeched loud enough for the Horsemaster to hear.

"The last summer famine before the Blight would make you," a pause, as Josephine scribbles on her board. Calculations, perhaps. "Twenty-seven? Twenty-eight later this month."

She shrugs. The motion pushes her shoulder into his hand, almost as soon as he'd rested his arm over the back.

Solas rubs his thumb into her bare skin. Feels a scar he does not yet know, that the vows to inquire about.

"Maybe? I don't know, Josephine."

"Well, then, allow me to put down 22 Justinian, 9:13 Dragon for your namedate. Oh. There shall soon be cause for celebration." The Ambassador leaves.

"Solas?" She leans the back of her head against his biceps.

"Yes, vhenan?"

"What date is it today?"

"7 Justinian, if I am not mistaken." He is not mistaken. Lavellan groans, one hand rubbing at her forehead. "Does it bother you she made up a birthdate for you?"

"Not as much as her doubling down does. I thought I don't know, we don't use your calendars was enough of an answer. But I suppose it wouldn't be the first time the Inquisition invents a fun factoid about me." Two pats to his thigh, then rubs. "At least it's not as bad as Vanquisher of the Rebel Mages. That was just a lie."

When Solas turns his head to look at her, she's already looking back at him. Her expression is heavy with exhaustion. He tugs her closer into his embrace by her shoulder, kisses her temple.

"I'm told it is customary of offer presents to the one whose birth is celebrated. Is there anything you might wish for?"

"...I snapped my leather needle the other night, when I was stitching up your boots?" Solas can't help but laugh.

"No. Something for you, because you would enjoy possessing it. Not a thing you need." Though he will also procure those for her.

Lavellan sighs, again. The strain on her shoulders is entirely too heavy.

Like him, she has the responsibility of her world to grapple with.

"Nothing you can make happen for me, my love. But thank you." That doesn't mean I won't try. She puts down her mug, circles his neck with her arms and pulls his face down to hers.

-

"I have a question, vhenan." Solas starts, over their breakfast on their balcony.

He'd taken the liberty of moving the crates from their upper loft to the balcony, to serve as buffet for all the food's he'd had made for her. Dalish trailbread, eggs with spring onions, soup entirely too hearty for him to even consider consuming right after waking.

The foods she hadn't had in over a year.

"What's that?" She puts down soupbowl and spoon, elbows on the table, balances her head on the backs of her wrists as she regards him.

"You were born before Haleir. How could he know the landscape of your birth, and you don't?" Ah, she makes.

"I'm the middle child. My older brother, Mithras, he was about Haleir's age now when I was born." That would put Mithras in his fourties, if Solas' math checks out. Fifty at most. About his own age, ignoring immortality.

"Is he a craftsman, like yourself?" The smile on her lips is slight, bittersweet, reminiscent.

Mithras is no longer alive.

"I apologize, vhenan, I didn't realize. We don't have to speak of it." She waves him off, picks her soupbowl back up, drinking straight from the rim. Stalling.

"It's all right, vhenan, you didn't know. Mithras was a mage, like Haleir. We were sent to the Conclave together. To look out for each other." Curious that the gift of magic would skip her, when it evidently runs in her bloodline strong enough to produce two mages within the same generation.

"He did not survive." Lavellan shakes her head.

"And now Deshanna is sending Haleir off into the Graves. I'm not sure there's another mage left in the clan. Unless Mille's twins are both touched." Worry first, then musing. "Let's speak of something else. What are you working on today?"

"I am at your beck and call, vhenan. Once you're sated, I shall draw a hot bath for you. I will wash you, if you wish it. Whatever you desire, I shall fetch." He reaches under his chair. "And I have made something for you." She laughs as she realizes what it is that holds the packaging closed.

"I thought you said I couldn't ask for things I need." He walks over, stands over her shoulder as he watches her pull the leather needles from the parchment.

"I never said I would not get them for you." She turns her face, rests her forehead against his hip.

"I love you so much, Solas."

"I love you, too, Lathari. Go on, open it."

The parchment is removed and in spite of the needleholes, folded up neatly to be reused later.

Her breath catches in her throat once she sees the cover.

She touches the stitches in the leather, the sketch he'd transferred, then burned onto the hide; a nine-eyed wolf resting under a blooming lemon tree.

"An artbook? Of your art?"

"Ah, no. I merely designed the cover and bound the book."

"You bound it? I didn't know you could do that." She turns to look up at him. It has been ages since somebody regarded him with such wonder.

"I learnt the craft only recently. It is both simpler and harder than it appears." In fact, it has earned him a newfound appreciation for Lavellan's immaculate seamwork. He reaches past her, flips the book open. "The pages are empty. A sketchbook. For your sewing patterns. I noticed that, in the field, you put down your ideas on whatever you can find. I thought you might appreciate something dedicated to your art."

"Solas, that's so thoughtful. Thank you."

There's a new strain in his low back as she pulls him down for another kiss, but he does not mind it.

Not if it means her touch in exchange.

🌙

Lathari turns 28 bc I'm turning 28 leave me alone. *sprinkles her first name in like salt bae*

I started writing this at 11:52 pm on my birthday while my sleeping meds started to kick in, but in retrospect I find it hilarious that Josie even noted the last famine was three years ago like Why Yes Lady Ambassador I Am In Fact Three Years Old lmao

That's what they mean when writers say I don't make my characters do anything they just be doing stuff and I write it down I guess

[aypoksynasayee]

Not to write a blurb but I almost cried seeing this. The only reason I ever even started writing GG was because of a fic I read long ago that I admired. It was all weirdness and greater forces behind the scene and a post apocalyptic full of haunting settings. The moodboards made for it always stuck with me. To see one for greener grasses legitimately makes me acknowledge its roots. And this is a moodboard that well captures the setting as it is characterized. It will also stick with me forever. 🌞💜

Also, here's a quick moodboard I made for the setting of Greener Grasses by Apocynaceae. As per my last post, you should read this fic. I did a moodboard faux pas by not collecting any of the sources for these. Sorry! This is a collage and none of the source images are mine. Also, I color-inverted one for the Vibes. My bad. I may do it again.