#the tangled skein

[junibyrd]

Today is this remarkable lady's birthday.

One year ago I started reading the Scarlet Pimpernel and there was no going back since. I've read 13 of the pimpernel series and 4 individual novels and I can safely say that Emmuska Orczy is one of my fav authors.

I encourage you to read the other pimpernel stories (specially I will repay, Elusive and Eldorado) AND I cannot recommend you enough to take a look at The Tangled Skein! It's a pre pimpernel novel (it was published before the SP) with an entirely different story but as usual filled with love, conspiracy, great characters, nice plot twists, a beautiful scenery aand a bit of magic too!

Without the pimpernel I doubt that I would've survived this past year sane, it gave me such comfort, joy and helped me trough some big events and hardships. I learned a tremendous amount about myself and the way I view life and love. It is also because of this series that I really learned to love reading and to do so in different languages.

So here's to you Emma, and to your dashing superhero, I owe u a lot!

[rohirric-hunter]

Pros of nice yarn: Nice yarn

Cons of nice yarn: IT COMES IN FUCKING SKEINS

[lucyfrostblade]

🎭 and 💔 for Lucy?

headcanon ask game !!

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

lucy lies in the way of someone used to having people concerned about her, especially post-resurrection. it's starts when she's young but it first becomes a Thing when she becomes friends with kipperlilly. she tells kipperlilly that ivy's comment didn't hurt her feelings that much, stuff like that. she handwaves her own feelings away in favor of pretty much everyone else's, and often lies to herself about it even.

💔 An angsty headcanon

cc: @vortahoney

how do you mourn someone who murdered you? lucy's been dead for a year. she's ready to give kipperlilly a piece of her mind, stand up for herself for the first time since the plan to kill ankarna started in full force. but kipperlilly's dead. kipperlilly's dead and love and hate fade away in the face of the grief at first. she's still angry of course, but there's nowhere for it to go. she turns primarily to kipperlilly's parents in her grief, the only people that seem willing to hold the contradiction that kipperlilly did horrible things but she was still someone that was loved.

[piplupod]

got a little lost in the sauce 😔

[newtness532]

honestly i love untangling yarn, it's very relaxing (except for when it makes me want to take a pair of scissors and cut it in many tiny pieces but that doesn’t happen much)

[devilinthedetaildesigns]

I may have made a boo boo trying to roll a lace weight skein.

On the plus side, it's not knotting, it's just tangles, so I'll work them through, but oh boy, am I pissed at myself

[antiv3nom]

they should make a rolling-up-a-ball-of-yarn that is not the most frustrating task of my entire fucking life

[brooklynislandgirl]

[FMK: Reimagined.] Three people, but no names. Someone you've stolen for. Someone you've hurt to help. And someone you'd murder yourself before letting anyone else do it. //Tall dark stranger with a bone condition not matching her vodka shots but probably enabling them... they need to stop meeting like this.//

Three of a Kind || Accepting {{ tagging: @riggsanity & @mynameisanakin & @lokitheliesmith for reasonsTM }}

The question is almost too softly spoken, and if Beth were inclined, she could have pretended not to have heard it. She doesn't do that often but it is something she's employed to distance herself in the past. This is not the first time she has met her mysterious friend, and likely it will not be the last. But what memories does her friend dredge up? "One of the people I miss most, mostly due to being cross country from one another. We used to play all kinds of board and card games. The goal wasn't to win or lose, but to make the other person laugh an' we used to cheat each other elaborately. I really should write or call him sometime. Maybe even give back those little plastic hotels I still have in my undergarment drawer. Not to mention the fact that I've eaten more than half of the fries he ever ordered, even when he got enough to share. And the shirts I took. And the beers he smuggled out of my fridge that I took back late at night while we watched the tide roll back out under the moonlight." She would swear on this mounting bar tab that her Texas still has at least one of her deeds tucked in his boot or in those curls. She wonders where Martin is. If he's found himself like he needed to so that he wouldn't be swallowed up by his own grief. Some of the light that she'd always held onto had dimmed the day he'd left and she's all the poorer for it. "One I've hurt to help is my..." apprentice. The waif of a youth that turned up on her doorstep those few years ago, rattling bones and death in every wet, congested breath. All she has to do is close her eyes and those blue eyes, the golden waves cutting across his sharp bones, he is alive and thriving and smiling at her shyly. It had taken every ounce of her will power to eventually let him go so he could find his place amongst the Traditions. Where she champions Life, he is the other side of the coin and she couldn't teach him how to be a Thanatoic. "Friend. He's a recovering addict, and he was really sick when he sought my help. There were days where death might have been a mercy, and the curses that rolled off his tongue in that bayou accent of his...I can't even begin to repeat. But I know that transformation was emotionally, physically, an' spiritually excruciating." She's quiet for a time. Maybe this friend was only going to have two memories from her before they hit last call. Maybe because the third answer is the hardest. For so long it would have been so easy to contemplate patricide. That she'd be the recipient of the Admiral's last undeserved breath. But that would be breaking her own kapu imposed by Teanoi; take no pleasure in killing. and if Beth were being honest? It might be the happiest moment of her existence.

But that puts her in mind of the other road she doesn't ever stop to consider. She'd once used all of her considerable talents and power to make the arduous journey to xer not-quite-native homeland in search for a bloom that would ease xer misery. She'd done it for love. And perhaps this is why she'd been turned back by that realm's all-seeing Guardian. If she could not heal xer one way, then Beth could only offer the second, perhaps lesser choice.

What was it that was said? Only you could kill your God? "The third...they say...has an adder's tongue, quicksilver and honey in xer lies. They say...Xe is the source of primordial chaos. Nets and spiders and wyrding. But I see xem as... fire and family, of ephemera and stories. Xe is a harbinger of change, of transformation." Of love, hers being enduring, asking nothing of xer but to be. "If xe has to die? Wishes it after everything? Then I can only resign myself to being xer handmaiden in that, too."

[tenth-sentence]

She was on to something here.

"Incarnations of Immortality: With a Tangled Skein" - Piers Anthony

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The spider descended before her on a thread of silk, then transformed into a comely young woman with hair so light it was almost white.

"Incarnations of Immortality: With a Tangled Skein" - Piers Anthony

[punemy-spotted]

To the person who wound this ball of yarn: what the actual FUCK.

[gengarpng]

Started winding bobbins for my thread hoard and lord this shit sucks.

[malapertmarquess]

It’s a bloody good thing I don’t crochet for money; I’ve spent 3.5 hours over two nights just trying to untangle and wind a full skein of yarn...

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

I failed at winding two skeins of yarn tonight and tbh that was more upsetting than infected cauliflower-headed people on TV.

[botchallthethings]

Good: my swatch looks excellent. Extremely pleased with my color choice and design and colorwork in the round with large, evenly sized yarn balls is far more pleasant than my previous experiences have been with flat knitting or a tiny, wildly splitty ball paired with a normal ball.

Bad: my swatch is a full inch+ too small (about 3 cm)

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I have no experience knowing how to size up. That seems a pretty sizable difference? I guess I also tend towards knitting pretty tightly. But how many needles to size up? I suppose I could use the larger set I have and see if that’s too big, and then if it is, go to a craft store and get a goldilocks pair.

[mushroomsie224]

Wanted to write but my hands were occupied so I explained the plot of my wip into my voice recorder app. Got sidetracked a lot trying to explain things.