There is, of course, a pattern somewhere for fingerless gloves that split your fingers into the LLAP gesture, right?
Right?
Please don’t tell me I have to draft this, I don’t know how yet.
I don’t know about fingerless, but in the middle ages, regular gloves looked like this:
They’re occasionally called ‘shooting gloves’, but actually that is simply the level of articulation regular gloves were at back then. Here’s some more examples:
And here’s some reproductions from historical fiber artists:
“Three-fingered gloves hand sewn in wool. As seen in 14th century manuscripts such as the Luttrell Psalter.” [x]
[x]
“Nothing compares to the spocklike feeling you get from a three-finger mitten.” [x]
Here’s a pattern if you want to make some for yourself. There’s probably a lot more, check google or, if you want, look up your local SCA chapter’s textile or Arts and Sciences people and ask them if anybody has made some.
So, there you go! Medieval gloves/mittens! Live long and prosper!
Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex?
Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!” Alas, I always can. And I’m sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.
Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat. I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy. I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure.
But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.
But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.
I love this
The analogy that made me start to get it was rollercoasters, but yes, this is excellent.
Wonder Woman Interview with Patty Jenkins, Connie Nielsen and Lucy Davis at the Apple SoHo | August 23, 2017
it’s occurred to me that i’ve been out of classic who fandom so long that some of you doubtless have not seen it. if that is the case, here are some honest-to-god, hand-over-heart true facts about classic doctor who:
- an entire fake season of the show had to be made up to make a single companion’s timeline possible
- the last story of the entire run involves the master turning into a cat furry
- a companion nearly gets eaten by a giant clam
- there is an entire season where every villain is the master but in different ludicrous disguises. one time he summons satan
- one time the production team forgot colin baker tied to a pole in the woods
- tom baker’s scarf was supposed to be normal scarf-length, but the person who bought the yarn had no idea how much yarn you need to make a scarf and bought way too much, and the person who was hired to make the scarf wasn’t told to stop. so she just. didn’t
- the fifth doctor had a robot companion who had to be abruptly written off the show after the only person who knew how to operate the robot died
- there is a serial where people are eaten by inflatable furniture and people complained to the bbc that it was too violent
- an alien exiled to a boys’ boarding school on earth was convinced to kill the doctor by a man with a bird shellacked to his scalp. he failed so badly at killing the doctor that he became a companion instead
- UNLIMITED RICE PUDDING
There is, of course, a pattern somewhere for fingerless gloves that split your fingers into the LLAP gesture, right?
Right?
Please don’t tell me I have to draft this, I don’t know how yet.
A simple one: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/spock-mittens
One with lots of cables: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/glitten-2
Je t'adore.
letstalkabouttrek said: Sisko yelling at someone for doing something stupid/against the rules.
Remember that one time Nog temporarily sold Sisko’s desk
cosmictuesdays asked:
After I read that submission, I realized I'd never read Dancing In A Dance Club, and went to fix that - and after I read about the state of Julian's kitchen, I remembered that meta you and Lady Yatexel spun about Julian's relationship to food. Is it that he doesn't know how to properly pay attention if he's not eating on a proper schedule? That he got used to not having an appetite and tends to ignore it, and only ate at certain times and never otherwise because that was easier?
tinsnip answered:
Mmm, more or less. My take was that a steady diet of amphetamines and disapproval, coupled with heavy lashings of guilt because You’re Not Eating What Your Loving Parents Have Prepared For You, has given Julian a bit of a weird relationship to food. He just kind of doesn’t care. He’ll eat if he’s hungry, but he has to be pretty hungry to realize it, and he doesn’t really care what it is that he eats. Instant dinner? Rock on. Fantastic painstakingly-prepared souffle? Great. Four-day-old-takeout from the House of Honourable Deliciousness (or whatever its amazing name was)? Slick, dish it up.
He eats poorly and too fast and not as often as he should. Being fed regularly by Garak helps with some of this, although he still inhales his meals.
(Later, when he visits Garak from Andor, Garak chastises him about how thin he’s gotten once again.
“What is this?”
“That would be my right anterior superior iliac spine. Go on, ask me a hard one.”
“Julian.”
“All right, all right. I know I’m not eating enough.”
But he’s not really repentant about it, and Garak sighs: all his hard work undone.)
“Give me back my bottle!”
“I will. In the infirmary.”
I’m not gonna shade this but I’m actually pretty satisfied with it. Quark’s hands are too big and wtf hands in general, but I’m good. My favorite part is Garak’s shirt somebody find that material for me so I can wear it all the time.
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