#september progress

[claraoswalds]

DOCTOR WHO Dot and Bubble

[suis0u]

And another Stiles.

[gayestcowboy]

picrew progress: all face shapes and skin tones are done. mouth, nose, ears, eyebrows are lined. no hair yet, bald picrew only right now

[wangxianficrecs]

had a marvelous time ruining everything by livinginaworldofnoise

had a marvelous time ruining everything

by livinginaworldofnoise (@gh0st-0f-luke)

G, WIP, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: “Great news, though—well, actually, it may depend how you define ‘great.’” Wei Wuxian folds himself into a cross-legged position and makes a sweeping gesture with one arm toward the closet, from which Lan Wangji can now hear a strange rattling noise. “While you were gone I managed to catch another one!” “Another . . . cat?” Lan Wangji pulls the closet door open wider and stares at the cage he finds there, inside of which a small black cat is clinging to the ceiling bars with all the desperation of a cornered wild animal. “That’s Volcano!” Wei Wuxian says by way of explanation. “She’s a little spicy.” OR: 5 times wangxian's feral kittens get in the way of lan wangji proposing + 1 time they help Kay's comments: I for one think that Tectonic Plate is a wonderful name for a cat. This story is a lot of fun and very cute and Wangxian are such cat people. Love seeing them having to interact with a fluffle of half-feral kittens and I really enjoy Lan Wangji's POV in this. He's so funny! If only he was allowed to propose to his boyfriend! Excerpt: Lan Wangji shakes his head. An urgent care trip to treat Jiang Cheng’s idiocy doesn’t exactly set the right tone for a romantic evening, so Lan Wangji has already written off the idea of proposing tonight. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll order takeout when you return.” Wei Wuxian grins and plants a very welcome kiss on Lan Wangji’s mouth that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jiang Cheng, who pretends to gag. Lan Wangji ignores him and pulls Wei Wuxian in for a second kiss, mostly out of love but perhaps partly out of spite. Lan Wangji lets out a small sigh after the brothers depart, feeling like the perfect proposal is once again slipping out of his reach. Is he just going to keep postponing this dinner date for eternity? He can’t bring himself to blame Volcano, though. Biting Jiang Cheng is a very reasonable thing to do in her position. Lan Wangji can’t say that he wouldn’t be tempted if he were a cat. And if he gives Volcano a couple extra treats when he goes in to feed them some wet food, that’s no one’s business but his own.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, established relationship, 5+1 things, fluff and crack, humor, marriage proposal, cats, pets

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[egophiliac]

sorry if this is a dumb question , I’m new to twisted wonderland. I was wondering if you knew what dates classify as early to mid to late [month]? i like sebek’s armor card but it says it’s not coming till late November. Are there specific dates or timeframes i can look forward to?

hello! 💚💚💚 it sounds like you're on Eng and my experience is with JP (so if I'm wrong, somebody please correct me!), but assuming they work similarly -- when they say "late" in the month it's usually closer to the end of the month, like from the 20th or later. vagueness is unfortunately the norm there!

the tricks to get a better idea of when exactly an event will happen is 1) events are listed in the order they'll come, so seeing where it falls in relation to characters' birthday events can tell you that it will happen either before or after a specific date, and 2) check the end date/time of the currently-running event, because most often the next event will start right after, with a short maintenance inbetween (this doesn't count birthday pickups, because they have specific dates they gotta cover so they just run at the same time as other events). there's the occasional exception, but it's usually a safe assumption!

I checked the Eng news and it looks like you'll be getting a joint exam event that'll end on the 25th at 10:59 PM PST, so I'd guess 7.6 and Sebek's armor pickup will start a few hours later once the maintenance is done! fingers crossed that's correct, I am VERY excited for you guys to get this one :D :D :D

[hussyknee]

Unrolled twitter thread by Progressive International (@ProgIntl)

30 Sept 24 • 4 minute read • Read on X

On 30 September 1965, the Indonesian military, working closely with the US government, initiated a coup that would depose President Sukarno and install the brutal, 30-year dictatorship of General Suharto.

In the dark years that followed, the dictatorship massacred over a million Indonesian communists, with the CIA and US diplomats drawing up “kill lists” for the Indonesian military. The operation would become a template for the US’s regime change operations for decades to come.

Major-General Suharto with Indonesian Army in 1966

In 1945, President Sukarno led Indonesia to independence from Dutch colonial rule. He championed the Non-Aligned Movement and hosted the historic Bandung Conference, a meeting of Afro-Asian states, in 1955.

First President of Indonesia Sukarno making a speech circa 1945

Opening the conference and forecasting what was to come, Sukarno said: “We are often told ‘Colonialism is dead’. Let us not be deceived or even soothed by that… Colonialism also has its modern dress, in the form of economic control, intellectual control, actual physical control by a small, but alien community within a nation.”

Leaders attending the Bandung Conference 1955 in Bandung, Indonesia. From left: Indian Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru, Ghanian Prime Minister Kwame Nkrumah, Egyptian Prime Minister Gamal Abdel Nasser, President Sukarno, and Yugoslavian Prime Minister Josip Broz Tito.

By 1965, Indonesia possessed one of the world's largest communist parties, the PKI. The PKI had a mass membership and mobilized vast numbers of people in the battle against Indonesia’s ruling class.

Campaign of the Indonesian Communist Party (PKI) in September 1955.

Terrified by the strength and organization of Indonesia’s people, the Indonesian military’s 30th September Movement began to purge the PKI.

Men suspected of being IPK members being transported under guard by an armed Indonesian soldier

In the early hours of 1 October, a group of military conscripts murdered six high-ranking generals. Blaming the deaths on the PKI, Suharto used the attacks as a pretext to seize power. CIA communications equipment allowed him to spread false reports around the country and begin a long campaign of anti-communist propaganda.

The US had tried to overthrow Sukarno for years; in 1958, the CIA backed armed regional rebellions against the central government. In 1965, they did all they could to aid Suharto’s murderous power grab.

The campaign soon became genocidal. On islands like Bali, up to 10% of the population was massacred — and luxury hotels soon began to appear over the killing fields.

One US embassy staffer told the US press that Suharto’s military “probably killed a lot of people, and I probably have a lot of blood on my hands, but that's not all bad.”

Time Magazine referred to the killings as “the West’s best news for years in Asia”.

A cable from the US embassy’s first secretary, Mary Vance Trent, to the State Department referred to events in Indonesia as a “fantastic switch which has occurred over 10 short weeks”. It also included an estimate that 100,000 people had been slaughtered.

Cementing his power, Suharto became president in 1967. His ‘New Order’ policy allowed Western capitalism to exploit Indonesia’s cheap labour and plunder its natural resources. Civil rights and dissent were suppressed.

In one of the world’s most populous countries, any possibility for the emergence of a new, democratic political project was eliminated. Richard Nixon described Indonesia as “the greatest prize in Southeast Asia”. Suharto would not leave office until 1998.

U.S. President Ronald Reagan stands with Indonesian President Suharto in the White House South Lawn at the arrival ceremony for Suharto's State Visit. Oct 12, 1982

CIA officers described Suharto’s rise to power and anti-communist purge as the “model operation” and “Jakarta” soon became the codeword for anti-communist extermination programs in Latin America, where hundreds of thousands were massacred in regime change efforts engineered by Washington.

[daiisiy]

frost when he gets cursed to become a nudist

[adverbally]

Just Leave It All Up to Me

Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt “service dom” | wc: 1,842 | rated: E | cw: none | tags: stress relief, bathing, anal sex, light d/s, dom Steve, sub Eddie | title from “Kiss” by Prince

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Steve can tell as soon as Eddie walks in the door that he’s going to need some pampering. It’s in the slump of his shoulders, the way his hair hangs limply around his face as he sits his bag down and kicks off his shoes. When Eddie looks up, his eyes are dark and sunken with exhaustion. He’s all but begging for Steve to take care of him.

“Long day?” Steve hums sympathetically as he takes Eddie in his arms.

The sigh he lets out is a response in itself, but Eddie lets his forehead fall to Steve’s shoulder and groans, “The longest.”

Steve can feel the tension in his body, the tightness in his shoulders and his stiff neck and the way Eddie’s weight leans more heavily on his left leg than his right. Years later and they’re still dealing with the Upside Down, just fighting chronic pain rather than demobats.

“Would a bath help?” Steve suggests, ducking his head to nose at the delicate shell of Eddie’s ear. “I’ll use the soap you like, maybe even wash your hair?”

“If I could lift my head, I would kiss you right now.” It comes out muffled against the thick knit of Steve’s sweater.

It takes ages to help Eddie limp down the hallway and get him into a steaming bathtub, but the sound he makes as he sinks into the water makes it all worth it. Steve watches him go boneless as the stress melts from his body, skin turning pink from the warmth and gentle scrubbing, eyes half-lidded like he could doze off under Steve’s protective gaze and soothing hands. It’s incredible, seeing the trust Eddie puts in him.

“You could, like, do this for a living,” Eddie slurs, leaning back into Steve’s massaging motions as they sweep across his shoulders and work the lingering ache from his muscles.

Steve laughs, soft but echoing off the tile. “You don’t want me all to yourself?”

With a magnanimous wave of his hand, flinging water droplets, Eddie proclaims, “I’m far too selfless to deprive the public of your gifts.”

“Real selfless, pimping me out,” Steve pretends to grumble, digging in with his thumbs as he strokes down either side of Eddie’s neck.

Whatever smart retort Eddie was planning evaporates into a breathy gasp at the sensation. “Nope, changed my mind,” he groans, “you’re not allowed to touch anyone else.”

“Why would I want to?” He presses a kiss to Eddie’s soapy shoulder blade. “You’re all I need.”

Eddie turns so fast that water sloshes onto the floor, soaking the knees of Steve’s sweatpants where he kneels on the bathmat. “Okay, bath time is over.” He leans over the edge of the tub to beckon Steve into a kiss, which he grants.

It’s tricky, guiding Eddie to his feet when he’s all loose limbs and wandering hands, but Steve is experienced at wrangling him. Once Eddie is upright and safely wrapped in his towel, Steve rewards him with another kiss. This one lingers, invites Eddie closer, coaxes his mouth open, turns into another kiss, and another, and another.

“Let me take you to bed,” Steve breaks away to murmur. His fingers clench in the soft cotton of the towel where its edges meet over Eddie’s sternum. “Let me make you feel good.”

“You already do.” Eddie looks so small with his wet hair and his towel draped over his shoulders like a cape. He looks so beautiful with his pupils blown wide and his mouth swollen and red.

Steve wants to take care of him. He will take care of him, for as long as Eddie lets him.

For tonight, he takes Eddie by the hand and leads him to their bed. He lays him out on the sheets, still rumpled from how they were left that morning, and kisses him again and again until Eddie is fully hard and rutting against his hip.

“What do you want?” Steve breathes against Eddie’s cheek.

“You pick,” Eddie demurs.

It’s delicious, seeing him start to sink into submission. Steve’s mind races with the possibilities here: sucking Eddie off until he’s squirming with oversensitivity, holding him down and teasing his prostate until his cock is steadily leaking, spanking his ass until it’s as red as his tear-stained face.

But Steve notices how Eddie clings to him, keeping them close with a hand on Steve’s lower back while the other tangles in his hair. Eddie’s thighs squeeze his hips so they remain pressed together. Every kiss drags into the next like Eddie can’t bear to stop. It’s clear to Steve that Eddie is seeking comfort and reassurance and connection, and Steve will give him everything he wants.

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” He still likes to ask, even after all this time. It lets Steve confirm that he’s read the situation correctly and builds the anticipation in a way that Eddie can never get enough of.

True to form, Eddie’s grip tightens at the nape of Steve’s neck. “Please.” His voice is thick with need.

“Get the lube out of the drawer,” Steve instructs. While Eddie contorts his upper body to reach the bedside table, Steve sits back on his heels to quickly shed his clothes. Once he’s done tugging his shirt off, Eddie is already holding the tube of lubricant out to him. “Perfect,” he praises, delighting in the flush that spreads down Eddie’s neck and chest at his words.

It’s easy to nudge Eddie into position, his legs spread and hips propped up by a pillow, and start teasing him with the tip of a slick finger. Something possessive burns in Steve’s chest at the sight of Eddie splayed out for him to pleasure. Nobody gets this view but Steve. Nobody else can see Eddie’s hands gripping his own thighs, holding himself open, trying to ground himself as Steve circles his twitching hole.

Eddie gasps when Steve presses inside in one smooth thrust. One finger isn’t much of a stretch but Eddie is hungry for it, arching into it. Two fingers have his knuckles turning white as he fights to stay still. Three fingers have him biting his lip to keep from moaning on every exhale or begging to be fucked. Eddie knows that he doesn’t even have to ask; Steve will always give him what he needs.

By the time Steve is slicking his cock and lining up with Eddie’s entrance, Eddie’s lashes are clumped with tears and his lips are swollen red from his own teeth.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Steve reassures him, using his unlubed hand to brush damp hair from Eddie’s forehead.

He moves slowly, sinking his cock into Eddie inch by inch. Every twitch shows on Eddie’s face, furrowing his brow and dropping his jaw as he adjusts to the stretch. Relief and pleasure, plain and simple. Once Steve is all the way inside, Eddie lets go of his legs and loops his arms around Steve’s neck instead.

“Good?” Steve asks.

“So good,” Eddie agrees. Steve can tell just by looking at him, all loose limbs and dark eyes and tongue darting out to wet his lips, but the verbal confirmation relaxes Steve just the same.

He keeps the movements of his hips slow and easy, unwilling to rush this when he’s taking care of Eddie. Just a gentle rocking motion, barely pulling out before gliding back in, keeping Eddie full of him. With his face so close to Eddie’s, he can feel his exhales against his cheek. They mirror each other, one breathing in while the other breathes out, perfectly in sync.

“There you go,” Steve whispers. “So good for me.”

Eddie shuts his eyes, looking almost pained from the overwhelming pleasure. “I love you,” he whimpers. He reaches for his cock where it lies leaking against his belly, eager to come.

Steve beats him to it. His hand is still wet with the residual lube from opening Eddie up, so the slide is smooth as Steve strokes him, keeping the same unhurried pace as his thrusts. “I love you, too,” he rambles, “so much, wanna make you feel good. Want you to come for me.”

Before he can say a word, Eddie comes hard, cock jerking in Steve’s hand as he spills all over his own abdomen and clenches around Steve like he wants to keep him inside. He pulls Steve’s face down to his own to kiss him through the aftershocks.

“God, you’re pretty,” Steve groans, speeding up his thrusts to chase his own orgasm.

Eddie’s half-incoherent retort is muffled between their mouths. Steve thinks he says, “Be even prettier full of your come,” but it comes out so breathless and urgent that it doesn’t even sound like English. It makes Steve laugh to himself, which makes Eddie start laughing too, and Steve laughs even harder until he goes a little cross-eyed and comes.

They collapse in a sweaty, sticky puddle of manic exhaustion and giggles. Eddie’s arms are still around Steve’s neck, holding him in place like a human blanket as they kiss each other into silence again. It’s comfortable, both of them boneless and giddy and unable to separate their mouths for more than a breath.

Without looking, Steve rummages for the package of wet wipes in the bedside drawer.

“Shh, you’re being too loud,” Eddie scolds him. He’s got his eyes squeezed shut like the warm glow of the bedside lamp is too bright, like the noise Steve is making adds too much to his sensory overwhelm as he comes back to earth.

“I’m doing you a favor.” Steve waves his prize in Eddie’s face before dropping the package to the bed beside them and fishing out a handful of wipes.

First he tackles the sticky mess all over Eddie’s front, making him squirm and shriek at the cold, before cleaning as much come from his ass as he can before it leaks all over the sheets. Then he gingerly wipes down his own softening cock, wincing at the sensitivity.

“See, much better.” Steve kisses Eddie’s forehead before lying down again. “And I didn’t even have to drag you out of bed for a shower.”

“There’s always next time,” Eddie says around a yawn. “Ugh, why am I so tired? You’re the one who did all the work.”

Steve nuzzles his nose into Eddie’s chest, breathing in the smell of sweat and sex that’s been partially covered by the chemically “fresh” scent of the wet wipes. “You’re right, next time you get to wait on me hand and foot.”

It’s a joke, they both know it is, but Eddie still clears his throat and says, “I know how hard you try to make me feel special. To take care of me. I want to make sure you know how much I appreciate you and everything you do, and I hope I can be that for you, too.”

“Of course you are,” Steve is quick to affirm, racing the tears welling in his eyes. “And it’s easy, taking care of you. Loving you.” He kisses the damp skin under his cheek and croaks, “It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

They fall asleep like that, touching each other everywhere they can reach and loving each other, as easy as breathing.

[m0tiv8me]

Alright September let’s do this!!

After keeping very consistent through May June and July I totally fell off the wagon in August. I could make a bunch of excuses why but ultimately I just didn’t make time for workouts. Time to take back control in September and get back onto the gains train.

I was recently inspired by @coffeeandmuscles and her 100 push-ups a day commitment. I decided it’s just the kick I needed to get going again and have committed to doing the same each day in September.

As a bonus, I’m throwing out a mini challenge for September for anyone interested. I’m calling it…

The September Push Challenge

The rules are simple. Pick an activity you can do almost anywhere and push yourself to complete it each day. Pushups for example…100 each day for me. Maybe yours is 50 or 10 it depends on your ability level and that’s just fine. Not into pushups?? No problem, how about walking or running a mile or two or maybe a 1/2 mile. Again, make it a challenge but not overbearing for each day. So who’s in to Push a little harder in September? @qrfit @justhiitit @thoughts-sex-desires @poh-fitblr @robertbecomes @time-4-me-now @lucky-jewels @healthymist @weights-and-horror @50snfit @reesewayne @marine-corps-strong @fitgothgirl @dogsaremyworld @tenacioustam @beastly-fit @jenfightsback @fitveganlifts @thepersonalhermit @thisismetryingx @love2bfit @fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak

Post daily updates when able, tag me or friends to help keep accountable, invite others to join in and let’s push some healthy habit forming fun into September. See yall out there!

September 1st

100 push-ups COMPLETE!💪

[girl-trying-to-escape-reality]

September will be filled with love

September will be filled with peace

September will be filled with healing

September will be filled with progress

September will be filled with blessings

September will be filled with happiness

September will be filled with opportunity

[why-the-heck-not]

12.09.23, tuesday

I feel like I was on the move the whole day today, but I don’t know where the time went??? Woke up, went to a meeting, from there to a grocery store, came back home and left to the gym after a quick snack, was home for like 2h before leaving to the campus again and went to a grocery store (again yes bc forgot things lol). I just got back home and now I should start winding down for sleep ?? Like tf where did this day go, why do I feel like I got nothing done but still was productive ?? Is this what life is like for ppl who aren’t home 24/7 ???

things done today:

4h focused time (a meeting, submitted an essay and some peer reviews, studying/coding)

gym workout

grocery store x2 bc i’m a dummy

[ramonag-if]

Crown of Exile Progress Update 👑

Hi wonderful people of Tumblr 😊

It's been a long time since I updated anyone on my progress with Chapter 8 so I'm here to give you a small update. I've been sharing a lot of sneak peeks with my Patrons, and as of Monday, I completed a huge dialogue scene that was taking forever to write.

The current word count of Chapter 8 is around 38K which isn't much, but I'm halfway through the chapter so expect it to go up. There's going to be two NSFW scenes in the second half of Chapter 8, one with Irus and one with Elora. You'll get to reunite with Dena (and Emos) and there'll be a lot of fun times ahead 😋

There's still a lot to write and code and I expect to be done in October. My writing time is really constrained by real life, my job and just general tiredness. Writing in the evenings is hard because sometimes I'm half-asleep and others, I just don't feel like it 😬 That said, progress is being made 🎉 I'm hopeful to have the demo updated next month, but I will let everyone know closer to release time.

Thank you to everyone who's continued to follow, like and just support me 💖

[hplonesomeart]

Going to post this small snippet spoiler for another SMG4 animatic I’m cooking up for viewing pleasure (and also simply because these characters are slowly seeping into my subconscious. As we speak Mr. Puzzles is directing my actions so that I can push his name into stardom with “gloriously animated content” HE’S KEEPING ME HOSTAGE HELP /J)

IT’S NOT FINISHED IT’S A POTENTIAL WORK IN PROGRESS

I love musicals and Mr. Puzzles strikes me as a theater nerd so I figured Hairspray (song being Welcome to the 60’s) was a good fit, plus wouldn’t it be fun to see Meggy try and help him along to start a redemption arch? Like how could they not carry a bit of sentimentality over the time spent together? I feel like her resilient passive aggressive energy pairs well with how he can be stubborn sometimes too…she can give him the push (or more like a well-intentioned shove) he needs to get his act together and give it another try! Because a part of me feels like he would want to regress into unhealthy past habits after facing so many defeats at the hands of SMG4 crew; shut himself in solitude and stare at a screen. So think the animatic would start with that scene and then lead into the musical number :D

[kathairoette]

I very rarely, if ever, post wips on my main, but I feel kinda bad bc it's been Actually Forever since I posted something so here you go, some wips and doodles to show that I still live! alksjdklaj

(also bonus, I love giving fem!yami/yugi big lion hair for s0, but I also like the idea that they decide to tie it up during Duel Monsters, and when tied up it forms the star shape! Kinda like a cool punk rockstar!)

[wangxianficrecs]

patching the road with vague intentions

patching the road with vague intentions

by loosingletters (@loosingmoreletters)

T, WIP, 39k, Wangxian

Summary: “What have you done!?” thundered a voice Wei Wuxian had, frankly speaking, never wanted to hear again. “Old man Lan?” Wei Wuxian blurted out, staring at the aged face of his former teacher. At the back of his mind, Wei Wuxian remembered the cut of his robes, that he wasn’t dressed like a widow at all, but like a Lan. Lan Qiren looked around, his gaze stuck somewhere above Wei Wuxian’s head, most likely the half-ruined summoning array behind him – fucking stupid, Wei Wuxian should’ve gotten rid of it immediately. Just why did it have to be a Lan summoning him, why Lan Qiren his visitor at the door? Wasn’t death enough punishment? “Wei Wuxian?” Lan Qiren asked wearily. Or, Wei Wuxian is summoned back to life in the Cloud Recesses. Unfortunately, the person to find him is Lan Qiren, forcing the unlikely duo to work together to keep the circumstances Wei Wuxian's return undiscovered. Kay's comments: Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren go on a friendship-roadtrip - the story. I must admit that I'm always a bit hesitant when it comes to good uncle Lan Qiren stories, but so far, this one doesn't disappoint! It's not being too easy on him and it'll certainly take a lot of work (and a very long roadtrip) for him and Wei Wuxian to become friends, but it feels natural in this story. Here, Wei Wuxian gets summoned back earlier and in the body of Lan Wangji's wife. So far, there haven't been any gender-feelings on Wei Wuxian's front apart from him thinking how nice it would be to have a family with Lan Wangji hehe. Excerpt: But the letter was just that, a letter and nothing else. Wei Wuxian was stunned from the first line on. This had to be a joke, right? Wei Wuxian remembered Lan Zhan and Lan Qiren’s handwriting, and it certainly wasn’t theirs, but he doubted any Lan would dare indulge in such a horrible lying scheme. “You’re joking, aren’t you?” Wei Wuxian asked regardless and to his immense horror, Lan Qiren’s expression only tightened and not in the oh-no-I’ve-been-caught way, but the how-dare-you-suggest-this way. “Wang Chunhua is Lan Zhan’s wife?” Wei Wuxian stared down at his hands before catching sight of the bronze mirror again. This was the woman Lan Zhan had married? Wei Wuxian supposed she was pretty enough, with her round face and big eyes. Had the old fuddy-duddy fallen in love after all? Wei Wuxian had assumed Lan Zhan would end up unmarried for his whole life, admired but eternally unattainable. Her personality and skill must be outstanding if they’d married. “Read,” Lan Qiren ordered and for once, Wei Wuxian was inclined to obey.

pov lan qiren, pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, post-first siege of the burial mounds, resurrected wei wuxian, trans wei wuxian, developing friendship, good uncle lan qiren, hurt/comfort, golden core reveal, slow burn, mo xuanyu lives, a-qing lives, case fic, mystery

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[bluedesignwall]

Friday evening stitching. I have had some back pain this week and I think this quilt may be to blame. I did quite a bit of stitching on the quilt on my sewing room table during the week and I think the table is too high. I will stick with stitching in my comfy chair I think. I have enough aches and pains without adding another. Diamond number four is now attached just in time for the weekend.