#wood worker

[andrewpcannon]

Creation Care and Sustainability

Every maker has a responsibility not to use resources without doing something to replenish those resources on the earth so we don’t run out. That is why, at Cannon, we strive to only use renewable resources. But, we don’t stop there. Starting October 28, 2024, we are planting 45 trees each month to combat deforestation and replenish the resources we use. I don’t use 45 trees every month in my…

[scatenacreativita]

Custom slat bench!

Designed for exterior use. Read about the challenges of an American in Italy trying to learn the language while attempting to track down materials needed to DIY.

[roughridingrednecks]

Woods in Florida

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

do you ever think about how we have phannies in every field? like we have doctors and baristas and mental health therapists and geologists and audiologists and engineers and neuroscientists and authors and social media consultants and activists and child care workers and museum managers and teachers and biologists and emts and linguists and accessibility coaches and sign language interpreters and artists and musicians and editors and actors and chefs and fucking EVERYTHING. not to mention the specific knowledge bases and hobbies we have outside of our professions—coding, linguistic and cultural diversity, artistic creativity, political/social awareness, passion for justice, research, make up and hair and fashion design, media literacy, philosophy, all of our special interests/hyperfixations, etc. we could run a successful commune no problem at all. we’re so smart and talented and resourceful and powerful.

the phandom is rooted in a past of being infamously shitty, and i do see yall slipping back into old habits sometimes (mostly on twitter but sometimes here and you know it <3) but it’s pretty fucking cool how capable this community is and our ability to unify. anyway phanmune when.

(if you want, leave your knowledge base/skills in the tags or replies. can be profession, hobby, major/program of study, what you study in your free time, what you want to learn about, what you’re interested, all of the above, anything)

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

Visiting the in-laws

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As Danny and phantom walk ( or well float in Danny’s case ) through the keep to one of the more used drawing room where Pariah dark and Clockwork were waiting for them to arrive they would have been here earlier if Phantom didn’t drag his feet when getting ready to leave their lair and the actual getting here

“My love, Why don’t we just return back home and sleep for the rest of the day” Phantom ask to Danny in a almost pathetic voice but Danny retorts “No this is the third time you tried to get out of meeting my parents Phantom.” And that’s when Phantom knew he was in trouble

“But my Love-“ “No we are going to visit my fathers no let’s go” Danny says in a tone with little to no room for arguing

So as they walk ( float ) to the drawing room Phantom looks like a kicked puppy a few moments later they are in front of the door when Phantom goes to say something but he is interrupted by the door opening and Danny floating in and saying hello to Pariah Dark and going to sit next to Clockwork and start talking about random things

Due to there jobs as Ancients and the Ghost King it doesn’t leave much time for them to meet together like this to often and with Phantom trying not to visit them often

As Danny and Clockwork talk Pariah Dark and Phantom immediately start to bicker the other and start to quietly fight with the other while looking back at their lovers from time to time to make sure they don’t see them until a few minutes later Phantom and Pariah Dark start to fist-fight

And back to Danny and Clockwork they just talk about how funny their lovers are with soft smiles and got back to talking about flowers.

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The link to the OG post!

[roseofhybrids]

worker drones do not wear pants

say, for situation such as prom or working at a fancy house as a butler. Implying that wearing pants at all is more formal attire

ergo, by wearing shorts and a tie, Braiden is one of those kids that came to school in semi-formal despite there being no dress code

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 4

Steve was eternally grateful that he'd finally told Robin about Eddie. Because now, he could torture her with his outfit choices. Robin groaned and covered her eyes as Steve held out more shirts.

"What do you think? Stripes or no stripes?"

"Steeeeeeve", Robin whined.

"You're the one that told me stripes really shows off my chest."

"Is Eddie a tits guy? Or an ass man?"

Steve put the shirts back in the closet. "I don't know. I don't know Robin and the fact that this is a video call date makes it worse."

"Actually....actually it makes it better." Robin uncovered her face and grabbed Steve's shoulders. "You'll be on the phone the whole time!"

"Yes...We've established this", Steve said, not sure where she was going with this.

"I mean, if you're doing a video call, YOU control what Eddie sees."

Steve stared at her face for a long while as she simply emoted using her eyebrows. "Robin, no."

"Robin, yes. Come on. We're going shopping. You're waaay overdue for this. And I need a couple of things myself."

"Things going that well with Chrissy?", Steve asked right before Robin threw his shoes at him.

"What do you think I'm doing while you're on your date?", Robin grinned.

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Eddie's excitement just got more and more intense with each day. By Wednesday he was vibrating any time his hands weren't occupied with something. He only hoped it didn't translate to his texts. Cool as a cucumber, that was his motto when it came to Steve. He couldn't come on too strong.

(9:45 am) Thinking about those beefy thighs (9:46 am) god i wanna wrap them around my head

Perfect. Smooth. And not too much.

At least he didn't think so at the time. About an hour later Eddie remembered that Steve was at work and possibly reading that text in a room full of prepubescents. And he knew he was going to reap what he sowed when Steve texted him later.

[12:01 pm] You are the ultimate distraction.

(12:02 pm) sry. i forgot you were at work

[12:03 pm] I don't think you are sorry. In fact, I think you need to be punished.

Eddie needed to get a job in coding because there was no emoji that properly conveyed the intensity of the 'boi-yoi-yoi-yoing' going on in his pants. How grateful he was that he didn't need to talk. Texting would cover any stuttering he was sure to do.

(12:04 pm) punishment? 😏 (12:04 pm) what kind of punishment?

[12:05 pm] See me after class, Mr. Munson.

God, four o'clock couldn't come fast enough. Eddie knew that'd be around the time Steve got home from work. He spent about an hour rolling around in bed before getting up, needing to distract himself. He wasn't due for work today, but he went in anyway to loiter.

"I can tell you're horny and I can tell you're just idling until you get your dick wet. Get lost, some of us have actual work to do", Jeff said.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp. "Jeffery! Jeffords! Jeffaniel! Jeffanie!"

"Are you just going to sit there, making up full names for me or are you gonna get off your ass?"

"I'll replace all the boards and sweep out the alleys for the next two hours", Eddie said, holding his hands together like he was praying to his friend.

Jeff rubbed his chin as he considered it. "Only if you take this next party I have coming in."

Eddie looked at the group arriving. There had to be at least a dozen. And he just knew they only reserved one lane. They always only reserved one lane.

"You drive a hard bargain Jimothy."

"Not even close", Jeff crossed his arms. "And it's this or whatever ants in your pants you'll do if you're unoccupied."

Curse his friends for knowing him so well. Eddie held up his end of the deal, taking care of the party. Turned out it was a birthday party (happy 14th Ashton). But two hours later, the time had passed and Eddie went back home. He still had an hour to spare (he didn't want to leave Steve waiting), so he spent the rest of the time coming up with some ideas for their date in a few days.

[4:04 pm] Are you home?

(4:05 pm) At home and awaiting orders gorgeous (4:05 pm) Have I been a bad boy Mr. Harrington?

Eddie's phone rang and he picked it up as he crashed onto his bed. He knew Steve could hear it when he laughed on the other end.

"You need to keep a tighter lid on those urges. It was a lucky break that all the kids were focused on their dishes that they didn't see the face I made."

"Truly, my bad Stevie. But I can't help what you do to me."

Steve chuckled. "Not even a little?"

"Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little bit. The truth is, I could've said a lot more, but I was holding back."

"Really now? And what would you have said if you weren't holding back?"

Eddie could hear something that sounded like movement in a bed. Steve was getting comfortable too. He thought about the picture he had saved, of Steve's lower body in those shorts. He had been laying in bed then too. Eddie let his mind wander for a bit. What he'd do if Steve were really in bed beside him...

"Baby if you were here right now, I'd have my hands all over you. You'd think I was an octopus."

"Tell me where you'd touch me first", Steve said.

"Well I'm still thinkin' of those legs of yours. You like massages, Stevie? I could rub you down all day."

Steve imagined Eddie digging his fingers into his muscles. That would really hit the spot, especially after a workout. "Mmm, and then?"

"And then I'd wrap them around my head, like I said. I saw what you were packin' in those shorts, baby. I would love to get my mouth on you."

Eddie heard Steve let out a soft moan and he definitely heard a zipper and some shifting. God, the image of Steve stroking himself... Eddie unzipped his pants too, palming at himself while the other hand kept an ever tightening hold on the phone.

"Eddieee..."

"I wanna hear everything, baby. I'm working so hard sucking you off, I deserve to know how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, uh", Steve let out a small breath at the end.

"Yeah? I haven't even told you how I'd rock your world yet", Eddie grinned.

"I just know...You're so good with your mouth."

"You like the way I lick you up and down? How I kiss that beautiful tip?" Eddie knew he had a dick just as handsome as the rest of him, never mind that he had yet to see Steve's whole face yet. His hand pumped up and down as he envisioned the weight of Steve in his mouth. He thought about getting drunk on that taste.

Eddie groaned and his eyes fluttered close, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Do you shave Steve?"

"....No...is that a problem?"

"Ohh it's the opposite of a problem babe. I bet you got a thick bush. I'd sink all the way down, bury my nose in it while you're fucking my throat."

Steve let out the most delicious sound as he came and Eddie wasn't too far behind. It was like he was there, hairs coarse and curly rough against his skin while Steve moaned right into his ear.

"Mmm", Steve hummed. "I know you look good now. My cum dripping off your lips."

"I'd swallow it all, sweetness. I wouldn't waste a single drop." He would take all that Steve gave him and then some. He was a greedy man.

"I know you wouldn't. I don't allow anything to go to waste in my classroom. Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Munson?"

"Maaaybeee. I might need another lesson, Mr. Harrington. Say, this Friday, at eight?", Eddie teased.

"I suppose you'll need more help studying. Don't be late, mister."

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For once, Steve didn't linger after work. He made sure the kids cleaned up every last dish before the last period even ended. He even let them go a minute and a half before the bell. When Steve left, he went the back way to avoid most of the other teachers and that pre-weekend conversation. He got home right away and started getting ready. Robin had her own date tonight which meant he had limited time to get her help and last minute input.

When she got home from work, the apartment was a flurry of activity between them.

"Steve, I need the blow dryer!"

"Wait! I'm almost done!"

They both crashed into each other's spaces as they tried using the one bathroom mirror.

"Why can't you use your stupid vanity mirror?", Robin asked.

"That mirror is just for my hair and it's too small."

Robin gave him a side eye. "Is that my eyeliner?"

"Is that my face cream?"

For some reason, Robin insisted on getting dressed in his room, which meant at some points their outfits got switched around and they had to re-dress. The pandemonium finally quieted when Robin left for her date and Steve was at last alone for his. It was at 8:00 sharp that Eddie sent a text.

(8:00 pm) Knock knock 😙

Steve smiled as he started a video call. His heart fluttered at the thought of finally seeing Eddie's full face. So imagine his surprise when he was instead met with a hand that had a face drawn on it. And what could only be Eddie doing a deeper, character voice.

"Hello my love. Are you ready for the romancing tonight? I hope I get lucky, ehehehehe."

To which Steve couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Any nerves he might've had flew away.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm a proper young man. I don't think I could court with someone who was so...handsy."

"I wouldn't lay a finger on you without your permission, lovely. But maybe a few smooches. Muahmuahmuah!" Eddie's hand attacked his phone's camera with kisses and Steve giggled like it was actually touching him.

As his laughing fit subsided, only then did Eddie reveal his face. He took Steve's breath away. He was literally speechless and just stood there staring, which made Eddie start to squirm a little.

"You tryina turn me to stone, Medusa?", Eddie joked.

"Sorry!", Steve apologized when he realized he had been staring. "You just...you look really nice Eddie."

"You don't look too bad yourself, handsome", Eddie smiled.

That was putting it lightly. For the both of them really. Steve felt like he was talking to the perfect man. Eddie felt like Steve had walked right out of his wet dreams.

"So, what did you order?", Steve asked as he sat down at his table. He made sure his phone was angled that it only showed him from the waist up. Robin had the bright idea that since he could control what Eddie saw, he could wear whatever he wanted under the line of sight.

He was currently wearing a blue and white striped polo shirt. And beneath that, some lacy, navy blue panties. Maybe Eddie would find out, maybe he wouldn't. Steve had his phone on the table, propped up against some books.

"I ordered the Munson special. A grilled cheese with potato soup."

"Oh, that's a Munson special, hm?"

"Damn straight. Tomato soup is still a classic, but I'd die for a potato. What'd you get?"

"I have some leftover pasta that I just added some mushrooms too. Nothing too fancy."

"Unless it's one of those truffles", Eddie pointed out.

Steve rolled his eyes as he twirled his fork. "Truffles? On a teacher's salary?"

"Hey, you could be secretly rich."

"Oh if I win the lottery, there will be signs."

"Like 5th graders using authentic truffles", Eddie nodded to himself.

They kept talking throughout their dinner and then took each other to their sinks to wash the dishes together. Eddie talked more about his friends. Some of which he worked with and the band he was in. Steve wasn't super into metal, but he liked it enough to be interested in whatever Eddie did.

When they had talked about their date night and discussed their options, they decided on dinner and a movie. Once the dishes were cleaned, Steve took Eddie over to the living room and he sat down between the coffee table and propped him against another set of books as they both queued up the movie on their ends.

"You know it's been a really long time since I've seen this movie", Steve said. "I think I was literally a kid."

"There was a time when this was literally my religion", Eddie said as Quest for Camelot started to play.

Steve knew Eddie was into Dungeons & Dragons, so him being in love with a fantasy movie made total sense.

"Did you have a crush on Garrett when you were a kid?", Steve asked, later during the movie.

"'Did'? I'd still let him use that staff on me six ways to Sunday!"

Steve laughed and he was coming to realize he laughed with Eddie much more than any of his dates in a long while.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink", Steve said as he got up. He nearly asked Eddie if he wanted something. It really was like he was right there with him. Steve grabbed a soda and then came back, sitting down in his spot again when he saw Eddie's expression.

He was silent, which was rare.

His eyes were bulging out of his head and his hand was over his mouth.

Steve was about to ask what was wrong when Eddie's eyes flicked down and then Steve got it. He had stood up. In full view of his phone. And then turned to go into the kitchen.

Eddie had gotten a first rate view of his panties.

Part 6

Tag Team (CLOSED)

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[glassinmyguts-crash]

I feel like Lotties death being simply from falling or being pushed down the stairs is fitting actually. Her main direction in life was ascribing meaning to her hallucinations or what's happening around her. She was just an unmedicated girl in the woods who went in and out of hospitals and ended up relapsing due to the presence of other yellowjackets. But instead of understanding she is just getting flashbacks and that's why she's seeing things again, she assumes there must be a reason for it, a spiritual reason, that 'it' wants something. She was doing rituals and making sacrifices in the woods in hopes for a certain outcome and she does it again when the others come to her commune.

So for her undoing to be a simple seemingly head injury (which could parallel her smashing her forehead on the window in s1 if so), rather than a hunt or a knife or something done specifically to 'appease it' is fitting. There was never anything behind the wilderness; like Shauna said 'it' was just us.

This is also falls in line with Natalie, who was in and out of rehab paid for by Tai, who finally was doing better at Lotties commune, only to be ultimately injected with fentanyl and have anyone who wasn't present just write it off as an overdose.

It also follows with Travis, who made a promise to Nat to not kill himself and she would do the same, only to die from hanging from a rope he walked into with the intention of speaking to 'it' and now has his death just ruled a suicide.

They're all dying due to 'it' but not directly. Travis trying to see 'it', Nat during a hunt to appease 'it', and now Lottie in the same staircase she saw during her baptism, her accepting of the lord and that these are not hallucinations but visions given to her, which leads her to believe in 'it'.

So for her death to just be ruled an accident, or at least something so simple, a concept she tried desperately to avoid, that she did not believe in, there's a pattern the adult yellowjackets are following.

I do think there is something strange about it though. With her father's insistence that it was an accident.

[ashleyxxxsworld]

Imagine the recoil 🙈

[ghostyclay]

Here's a lil painting of one of the scenes in wolau! Aka a street inspired by/referencing the hermitcraft shopping districts

There's SO many hermitcraft easter eggs hidden in here, plsplspls ask me about the buildings / object so i can rant about the AU / references!!

Its the shopping district that shows up in chapter two of my fic, "a golden thread" (which will be released soon) I'll post an alt version of this once the second chapter is out, so go sub to my fic if u don't wanna miss it :3

Close up of my fav buildings below!

If anyone can guess why there's a zebra on the library i will tell you a secret about wolau (hint: it's not a hermitcraft reference)

I doubt anyone will be able to guess that correctly bc it's v v silly wkdhkajd

[mxbirdman]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Penelope Clearwater & Percy Weasley, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley & Weasley Family, mentioned Characters: Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood, Penelope Clearwater Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-War, Fluff, Introspection, Memory Loss, Obliviate | Memory Charm (Harry Potter), Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Ministry of Magic Employee Percy Weasley, Past Penelope Clearwater/Percy Weasley, Percy Weasley Needs a Hug, Angst, hurt for most of it, comfort at the end, did not listen to mitski while writing this surprisingly, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Percy Weasley has memory problems.

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So. I'm not sure where this came from, but I went down a rabbit hole of Percy Weasley and I desperately needed to write.

[tauindi]

tbh i don't think you can put an end to single-use plastics without also reckoning with capitalist + imperialist worker exploitation.

[wealthytoad]

There's a man in the woods

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

have we considered wood carver adam and lucifer who keeps commissioning him for ducks. have we considered.

WE HAVE NOT AND I FEEL LIKE A FOOL!!

Adam: This is the 100th wooden duck you've commissioned, what are you doing with them all?

Lucifer, who just keeps them in a pile: That's not important! Just know you do lovely work.~

Adam: You want another one down you?

Lucifer: Make him an astronaut!

[hermitsmirror]

Pick a reading!

Pick a reading 🔮 from the mini version of the Dark Wood Tarot by Sasha Graham and Abigail Larson.

There are four readings of three cards each. Take a breath. Pick a trio. And read the reading (pause or screenshot). If you pick a single card, let me know and I can help you interpret it.

If you want to learn how to divine for yourself with depth and insight, join one of the Weekend Workshops from my Fall Semester of Divination! I have an Introduction to Lenormand workshop this weekend and another on runes, bibliomancy, and word-based oracles in November!

And of course, if you just need a more in-depth reading, schedule one with me.

[strqyr]

it's always said white clouds aren't always silver lined.

every cloud has a silver lining, meaning that every negative situation can have a positive side-effect to it. this comes from clouds—especially grey and stormy ones—having a "silver lining" when backlit by the sun; a promise of something better and brighter after the storm is gone ( it's always said white clouds aren't always silver lined, but the future's looking bleak, and the storm is set to rise. ).

but for white clouds—which do not have anything particularly negative associated with them—, the contrast isn't quite there to be able to tell clearly whether the cloud is silver lined or not. you could assume it is, but just as well it could not be.

white clouds. silver lining. white. silver.

summer rose.

our dreams came true, our path was clear, the moon safely watched from above. but every smile is not the same, and every heart is not filler with love for mankind; look around it's getting very hard to find. not every open wound is simply healed by time, but revenge is always sweet, and chaos is the prize.

show them how you smile, it's only for a while. take what you need, leave them to bleed. let them know bitter while your revenge is sweet.

if it's war that you want, then you got it ( farewell to days of peace 'cause now it's time to die ). when i kick your ass and look you in the eye, and with a smile and a cheerful heart i'll turn to you and wave goodbye.

just say goodbye. time to die. so just say goodbye. black out the sky ( the storm is set to rise ), all things must die.

bit by bit, the show is making it clear that as different as summer and raven may seem on the surface, the more similar they actually are. and if raven attended beacon for the purpose of learning how to kill huntsmen... for what reason may summer have been there, when every smile is not the same, and revenge is always sweet?