#DAY PROJECT

[gamenagifts]

Did a small project today, only took about 4 hours but it is a sack to hold quilts, it can hold atleast a queen sized quilt :)

[illumasilica]

[onthecrescentofthehill]

I really liked this post saying how this scene reminded OP of the Evrart Claire chair moment and I really. couldn't resist.

[peppersteaku]

[ltorekdraws]

wrighteortj brainrottt

[mylionheart2]

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2022

[uwmspeccoll]

The author, Angela Hovak Johnston.

Johnston and Marjorie Tungwenuk Tahbone, traditional tattoo artist.

Catherine Niptanatiak: "I designed my own, something that represents me and who I am, something that I would be proud to wear and show off, and something that would make me feel confident and beautiful. . . . I have daughters and I would like to teach them what I know. I would like for them to want to practice our traditions and keep our culture alive."

Cecile Nelvana Lyall: "On my hand tattoos, from the top down, the triangles represent the mountains. . . . The Ys are the tools used in seal hunting. . . . The dots are my ancestors. . . . I am so excited to be able to truly call myself and Inuk woman."

Colleen Nivingalok: "The tattoos on my face represent my family and me. The lines on my chin are my four children -- my two older boys on the outside protecting my daughters. The lines on my cheeks represent the two boys and the two girls on either side. The one on my forehead represents their father and me. Together, we live for our children."

Doreen Ayalikyoak Evyagotailak: "I have thought about getting traditional tattoos since I was a teenager. . . . When I asked the elders if I could have my own meaning for my tattoos, they said it wouldn't matter. My tattoos symbolize my kids."

Mary Angele Takletok: "I always wanted traditional tattoos like the women in the old days. I wanted them on my wrists and my fingers so I could show I'm Inuk."

Melissa MacDonald Hinanik: "As a part of celebrating my heritage and revitalizing important traditional customs that form my identity, I believe I have earned my tattoos. I am a beautiful, strong young woman. I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, and an active community member. I reclaim the traditional customs as mine, I re-own them as a part of who I am."

Star Westwood: "We still have some of our culture, but some things are slowly dying. Having tattoos helps us keep our culture alive. . . . . My tattoos represent my dad and my dad's dad. The ones closest to my wrists represent my sisters."

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National Tattoo Day

July 17 is National Tattoo Day. To celebrate, we present some images from Reawakening Our Ancestors' Lines: Revitalizing Inuit Traditional Tattooing, compiled by Angela Hovak Johnston, co-founder with Marjorie Tahbone of the Inuit Tattoo Revitalization Project, with photographs by Inuit photographer Cora DeVos, and published in Iqaluit, Nunavut by Inhabit Media Inc. in 2017.

For thousands of years, Inuit have practiced the traditional art of tattooing. Created the ancient way, with bone needles and caribou sinew soaked in seal oil, sod, or soot, these tattoos were an important tradition for many Inuit women, symbols etched on their skin that connected them to their families and communities. But with the rise of missionaries and residential schools in the North, the tradition of tattooing was almost lost. In 2005, when Angela Hovak Johnston heard that the last Inuk woman tattooed in the old way had died, she set out to tattoo herself in tribute to this ancient custom and learn how to tattoo others. What was at first a personal quest became a project to bring the art of traditional tattooing back to Inuit women across Nunavut.

Collected in this book are photos and stories from more than two dozen women who participated in Johnston's project. Together, these women have united to bring to life an ancient tradition, reawakening their ancestors' lines and sharing this knowledge with future generations. Hovak Johnston writes: "Never again will these Inuit traditions be close to extinction, or only a part of history you read about in books. This is my mission."

Reawakening Our Ancestors' Lines forms part of our Indigenous America Literature Collection.

Angela Hovak Johnston (right) with her cousin Janelle Angulalik and her aunt Millie Navalik Angulalik.

View other posts from our Indigenous America Literature Collection.

[lucemiart]

☕️ "for me, the place where the two of them was..."

[floweroflaurelin]

How do you want to do this?

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Goodbye, Faithful Caregiver.

[dreamysuite]

Idol of Gensokyo

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[tojisun]

simon’s tensed, his naked body rigid underneath the calm spray of the shower. he’s trying his best to uncoil, for his muscles to loosen up and for his fingers to stop twitching, but then the smell of the floral-scented body wash wafts into his nose and he’s back to straining at his self-control.

because the truth is that simon’s not used to this—aftercare where it’s him who’s being cared for.

simon’s used to being the one to coax you down from your high and out of your drop, but this? your gentle hands rubbing softly on his back as you smear the soap until they sud up? it is well beyond what he’s used to. beyond what he expects from you.

he’s used to holding you close and pressing his kisses on your temple while he wipes you clean or helps as you take a swig of water. he’s used to pushing your hair away so your sweaty skin isn’t any more sensitive. he’s used to having you in his arms until your hiccups and your tremors and your tears peter away into a quiet dozing.

more than just being used to it, simon undeniably loves doing it all for you. he loves that he is the one who is lucky enough to have you in his life; the one who gets to see every of your quirks; the one who you trust with these. the one who gets to have your love, one that id too good for him, he knows.

but this—

your soft, and equally naked body, pressing on his back, using it as a vessel to smear more of the soap; your arms looping around his waist, palms sliding down his stomach; your lips hovering close that he feels the ghosts of your breaths—

this is something he didn’t know he needed.

“oh, love,” you murmur, and your voice rumbles from your chest, reverberating to his back. “shh, i’ve got you, my love. i’ve got you.”

simon nods because what else could he say? what else would he want to do if not to bask in the tenderness of your love?

a lump lodges itself in his throat, his eyes razed by pinpricks.

“i’ve got you,” you repeat like there was ever a moment that simon doubted you.

he curls his bigger hand atop yours and, finally, he feels everything holding him up spring loose.

[ochablooms]

nightcord girls

[tiernomuffin]

Happy 10th birthday! You changed my life, so I made you a prsk birthday card