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Yay this looks awesome! Patterns like this are hard on my opinion because one mistake and it's near impossible to correct it without returning the card to their first position. So well done, this looks great :)

As for merino - please be aware that wool threads are prone to felt together. I was given the advice that you can avoid this by coating the threads in lanoline but I haven't tested it yet.

More weaving!

Not finished but need to stop for a break. Same pattern as I started with, but this time i actually started with A and D on the top and it actually looks right (except for a couple mistakes). As per Tablets At Work (thanks @talaraleya for the rec, i may have impulsively bought it a few weeks ago! Arrived last week. ) i ended up turning the boarder cards around so the S-threaded turned to Z-threaded and vice versa, really just so i could get more out of this thread.

I'm not sure exactly what happened in the up-close pic - it looks awfully similar part of to my test weave (? The one with awful colours where i just tried different things to see what happens) where i just went one turn forward, one back, eight turns total.

But i actually got the second repeat (of 3 here) perfectly correct! So i'm pretty pleased about that.

Thread is black + light grey cotton. I also bought some more recently, including some gorgeously-coloured merino! Which you can see on the bottom-left corner of my definitely tidy and organised yarn pile. I'm nervous to use it though, of course! Note that the merino is Definitely darker than it looks on camera, especially the yellow.

Oh! My Dad's renting a room at a mate's place, and the mate just built a big workshop! Dad was a fantastic joiner (plumber by trade, but good with his hands and took pride in what he did - the house i was born into my parents built almost entirely by hand; when the inspector came to look he said that the tiling quality was up there with the top 3 professional tilers in the city. This had been Dad's first time tiling; he learned entirely by watching tilers on building sites.)

So he's quite happy to make an inkle loom with me! He's happy to use some wood he already has; i still need to go buy some dowel. Haven't done that yet, meant to do that today but it's almost 4pm and i'm not even dressed. Whoops.

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"the rabbit is not able to sleep, she needs a basket and a pillow"

- the shit you do at 10 pm because you know the kid won't sleep as long as rabbit is not comfortable

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Nach über zehn Jahren endlich wieder erfolgreich gewesen :) geht Blut spenden! Gerade jetzt im Sommer wird es immer knapp.

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Nach über zehn Jahren endlich wieder erfolgreich gewesen :) geht Blut spenden! Gerade jetzt im Sommer wird es immer knapp.

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Subnautica: Below Zero » Deep Lilypads Cave

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Bootheels and Brathering are both fish :D

'bootheels' is such a fucked up, dutch looking word. Hate it.

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shows from my childhood

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Failsafe: Chapter Five

...I came across the John Rogers line "Eliot's job is to be the failsafe that never fails". And I couldn't help thinking... What happens if the failsafe does fail?

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

(Disclaimer: This is a relatively rough draft and subject to change when I post to AO3.)

“Eliot?”

The light was too bright to see through—it hurt too much to try—but he recognized the voice. He hesitated. She couldn’t be here... shouldn’t be here, but if she’d come to help him—yes, because she was working in the hospital the same as he was. Eliot shook his head, blinking to make his eyes focus on anything other than the blinding light. They settled on her shoes.

“Parker,” he said.

His voice sounded like it had gone through a wood chipper. He swallowed and tried again, but she dropped the flashlight beam from his face and stepped toward him without answering.

No, not toward him—toward the man at his feet. Eliot had come up behind them, had planned to neutralize them both the way he had the rest of Hart’s guards. There were two left, and Eliot had thought he’d found them, but—he’d been wrong. It had been Parker, and he—he’d almost—

Nausea rolled in his stomach, and he staggered back as Parker fell to her knees beside the body on the floor. She said something, but he couldn’t understand her words through the rushing of blood in his ears. Pain rocked through him—increased sensitivity to pain receptors—splintering out from the bruises on his torso and face, a bleeding lip, a scratch on his arm. Parker had scratched him. Why had Parker scratched him?

He looked down. Parker had her hand on the man’s face. Eliot watched her, frowning, waiting for his brain to catch up to what his eyes were seeing, but it didn’t make any sense. The man wasn’t a threat. His head rolled to one side under Parker’s touch, and his eyes were closed, and Eliot blinked, because it looked like... it looked like... His stomach made a sick, lurching plunge, and he crouched and reached out to feel for a pulse.

“Don’t touch him,” Parker snapped, leaning forward to cover the body with her own.

Protecting it. Hiding it.

From him.

Eliot recoiled, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from the shadowed, still face. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be Hardison. Eliot would have known—would have stopped—but he’d been blind, and his instincts had said there was a threat, and he knew there were two of Hart’s men left and that they were heading for the door, and Eliot had stalked behind them and put his arm around the taller one’s neck and choked—twisted—broken.

God, he’d—

“Eliot,” Parker said, her voice sharp. “We have to get him out.”

It was too late to get him out. There was nothing they could do now. The darkness stretched between them, washed out by the pale flashlight on the floor, fracturing Eliot’s vision again. His pulse throbbed in his palms.

He’d reached out, wrapped his hands around Hardison’s throat, squeezed until he felt his airway crumple under his fingers—

“Eliot.”

Something in him responded to her tone—her order—and his feet carried him past her before his brain could process the action. The stretcher he’d been brought down on was still inside the morgue, and he found it in the darkness and wheeled it back out into the hall. Each step made him feel more distant from himself, like a part of him was anchored separately from the rest of his body. His breathing alternated between too fast and too slow, and a lingering numbness spread through his chest and arms.

Hardison is gone. Hardison is dead. I killed him.

“Get his feet,” Parker said. 

His hands responded without his permission, taking the body’s legs and gathering them up to lift when Parker did. They carried him onto the stretcher, where Parker paused to touch the unmoving face once more. “We cut off the power,” she said without looking up. “The elevator won’t work. We’ll have to take the stairs.”

She turned, taking the stretcher by the side handles and pushing it carefully down the hall. She didn’t look back to see if Eliot had followed, but he did, because there were still two men between her and the exit and he couldn’t let her face them alone.

She had to get out. If nothing else, she had to get out.

“Nate,” Parker said, her voice feet and miles away. “Nate? Can you hear me?” She was silent for a moment, then, “Nothing yet. Our comms work upstairs—I’ll get him then. He and Sophie are on their way.”

Eliot didn’t answer. They were close to the stairs now, and even the faint light from the exit sign sent pain spiraling through his head. He wanted to duck away and hide his face, but he kept his eyes open. Unguarded entryway—potential ambush. Clear before civilians can follow. He stepped aside to take point.

A figure rose in the doorway. Eliot was past Parker before she saw it, his arm swinging—but she’d said Nate was coming, and he—the comms weren’t working—he may have come down the stairs looking for them like Parker had.

Like Hardison.

He stopped short. A fist slammed into his stomach, doubling him over, but he managed to grab the hand as it withdrew and brought his knee up into his attacker’s extended elbow. The man screamed, and Eliot dropped him with an uppercut. Not Nate. He let out a strained breath and turned his head, listening for the last of Hart’s men. It might be Hart himself—Eliot had no way of knowing. It didn’t matter. He just had to keep him away from Parker.

At some point, Parker had turned off her flashlight, but she flicked it back on and waved it over the fallen man’s face. “How many more?” she asked.

It took him a moment to process her question. “One.”

“Help me with the stretcher.”

She wouldn’t look at him. He didn’t blame her.

She slid her flashlight into her belt and lifted the stretcher, easing her way up the stairs backwards. Eliot followed, holding his end high enough to keep it level. His arms shook under the weight.

Street lights filtered through the distant windows of the lobby, barely visibly down the long hall at the top of the stairs. The darkness lessened as they ascended, fading enough for Eliot to see Parker’s outline as she set the stretcher wheels onto the floor. They squeaked as she drew it away from the steps. “Nate,” she said, turning to look down the hall.

“Parker,” Nate answered. The suddenness of it startled Eliot; he hadn’t realized he still had his earbud.

“We have him,” Parker said simply. “Meet us out front.”

We have him. We have his body. We have what’s left of him.

“Come on,” Parker said. She drew the stretcher forward, past the closed doors of the patients’ rooms and out into the exposed lobby. One man left. Too many places of concealment. Too much risk. Eliot edged around the stretcher to cut Parker off before she could reach the door, and a shift of movement behind the reception desk made Eliot raise his elbow. He caught the blow on his forearm and struck back, throwing the man back into the desk, away from Parker.

The man pushed himself upright and stood panting in the half-light. “Who the hell are you?” he hissed.

Hart.

Eliot drew in a shaking breath, positioning himself between Hart and Parker. His vision had blurred again, but he knew where Hart was, and that was all he needed.

“You’re no doctor,” Hart said, taking a step toward him. “Who do you work for?”

He’d already asked that. He’d asked, and Eliot had answered—what had he answered?

“My boss’s name. It’s Nathan Ford.”

Eliot’s breath hitched, sending desperate, despairing barbs through the numbness.

He’d betrayed them. He’d failed them all.

“I took the wrong approach with you,” Hart said. “I tried to put you into a dream-like state, but I should have gone deeper. Dreams aren’t enough for you. You need a nightmare.”

Eliot threw his arm around Hardison’s neck, kicked out the back of his knee, and twisted up on his jaw. His body dropped. His neck snapped. It was over in seconds.

The squeaky wheel sounded behind him as Parker moved toward the door.

Eliot closed his eyes. He was already living his nightmare.

He stepped back, baiting Hart into an attack, and finished the job.

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I finished my new bag. It's done with nålbinding combined with tablet weaving. The holder for the belt was done by crocheting for sturdiness. I will add a wooden button and a leather band so that I can close it. I just need to find the right wood for a button

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Finished weaving the watch band! Really enjoyed how the pattern turned out. The tencel worked well, with a couple small fluff incidents but no breakage.

I was rushing to get this done before attending a wedding, so the watch band itself is a little rough. Obviously I didn't weave a test band first so it's a bit wide, and I wish I hadn't doubled it over like I did.

When I get home I'll fix it up nicer.

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who up oseberging their tablets

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I know I am late to the party but after finally watching through star Trek: voyager on netflix - are there any recommendations for good stories which make sense of the whole mess which is the final episode?

No chakotay/seven please

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Hi! I really like your nalbinding posts :) I’m really new to nalbinding and was just wondering, since I only really see people using wool, is it essential to use wool or would acrylic/cotton yarn work as well? Thanks :)

Acrylic/cotton could work if you are willing to ignore knots. You'll need short threads (around 1 m in length) and you'll always need to add a new thread either by tying a knot or felting the threads together.

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I changed from ram's horn to a simple 4 forward 4 backwards pattern for the last part of weaving. Doesn't look as clean as I would have liked but it's only for hemming my bag, so it should be okay in the end.

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Finally...finally done!

4,5m band finished...yesyesyes!

And what's next? 🤔

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I watched Star Trek:Voyager on netflix. I liked this show much better when I knew only the books.