#A thousand words

[improbable-implosions]

Another multi-parter for both thighs across the main seam of a pair of jeans! This is a VERY common canvas for sashiko 'round this household, seeing as both Razz and I have pretty thorough thighs. Luckily, having learned my lesson (somewhat) from the giant patches in the same area I did previously, I split this into two designs, even if the patch fabric itself was one piece. Both designs are from wrenbirdart's stick and stitch collections, barring that little section on the first one I pencilled myself, as the main pattern was slightly too small.

First up we've got this genuinely delightful set of little asterisks, formed out of vertical, horizontal, and two diagonal sets of stitches. The first set of stitches immediately make clear that I really should be more careful about my math when I'm trying to duplicate the wrenbirdarts patterns onto my own dissolvable backing. Sure, that set all the way on the right is off by increasing increments of a quarter inch with each set, but I actually don't mind that look too badly in the end. The general look of all the eight-pointed overlapping crosses works super well, and I may take some inspiration from the mildly-fumbled pattern on that hand-pencilled section to make an alternating pattern of standard crosses and the asterisks, in the future.

Secondly, there's this pine forest design! I really had a love hate relationship with this one, as the pattern itself is SUPER pretty, I mean, look at that final picture! It's so beautiful! The major downside, though, is that it doesn't lend a lot of opportunities to load up straight stitches in a row. As you can kinda see in the progress shots, you do that central "coordinate grid" of a given pine top, then go quarter by quarter, filling in the other stitches, one by one, individually. Which, to me, is SUPER boring, I much prefer to load up a bunch of straight stitches in a row, then pull them all through, smoothing the fabric afterwards. So, partially because I wanted to get it done and over with as fast as possible, and partially because my jean shorts were in DIRE need of fast repairs before I could wear them in the (then incoming) summer heat, I somewhat sped my way through the pattern, in hopes that I can later come back to this pattern, and develop a more-loadable version that still keeps the pine-like beauty of the finished piece here.

[spacedustmantis]

i miss gillion :(

[papierflamingo]

„ALLES“

Dieser Post ist ein Mood-Board für ein neues Kapitel von „A thousand words of L-O-V-E“

Achtung Kitsch 💛

(Falls es etwas verwirrend wirkt, die Idee dazu nach dem cut am Ende des Posts)

Dazu ein kleines Schmankerl von früher:

Ich hatte zuerst das Ende im Sinn. Klaas, der vor einem fast fertigen Interviewfragebogen sitzt und seine letzte Antwort überlegt. Der sich Momente mit Joko durch den Kopf gehen lässt, in denen er ihn besonders geliebt hat, oder sich besonders geliebt gefühlt hat. Und dann stellt er fest: er kann sich keinen einzelnen heraus picken. Was liebt er denn besonders an ihm? Alles, natürlich 💛

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FIC: A Thousand Words: Ch 2: Worth (Six Years Ago) (MLB; Lukanette, Julerose)

Notes: Funny story. I was kinda tied up with the idea of “I must count out the 1,000 words exactly”, until the lovely LBSCers went “um wait”. And yet somehow, despite not actively trying to put a shit ton of filler in this chap, it still exploded on me? (Wordy Bitches Gonna Word? 😂🖤)

Ch 1

A Thousand Words

Part Two: Worth (Six Years Ago)

“Oh my gosh, Juleka, it’s a carnival!”

Juleka wasn’t quite sure what happened next: the following few seconds were all a bit of a blur, but she was learning most things with her new friend went that way. One minute she was looking down at her phone, texting her stupid brother that she was fine and with a friend and you don’t have to walk me home anymore loser, and the next she was fumbling to catch said phone as Rose grabbed her wrist and yanked her along behind her, giggling excitedly as she hauled her towards the park across the street from the school.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she actually saw the park.

“…whoa,” she said softly, her head tilting back to take in the Ferris wheel rising above the fence. Sure enough, there actually was a carnival set up in the park.

[rayan12sworld]

💠💙a thousand words

By:geragrena

Summary:

Wei Wuxian violently shakes his head. His hands come up to hold his neck. “Lan Zhan. I said, can you hear me?”

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrow as he tries to decipher Wei Wuxian’s words. “I can understand you.” Lan Wangji pulls Wei Wuxian close to him. His hand cups Wei Wuxian’s cheek, thumb brushing across Wei Wuxian’s lower lip.

“But I cannot hear you, Wei Ying.”

Where Wei Wuxian is cursed to be mute and the Lan sect finds something a little amiss in Cloud Recesses.

Chapter:1/1

Words:23,823

Status:completed

Ever since they were young, Wei Wuxian has always loved Lan Wangji’s eyes. They hide no secrets from him. They tell him the truth when he asks for it.

~~ wei ying I love his eyes too🥰🥰

Then, the younger Lan says, “It does not feel like Cloud Recesses.” Wei Wuxian stills. Is…did they mean that? “I know,” says the older disciple. “I hope the curse lifts soon. For now, we should try to be as much help as possible, especially if Hanguang-Jun is away.

~~

When you have a love that knows no bounds, words are simply words. What matters is how you let that person know, regardless of your words, how important they are to you and how much they mean to you. Words should never become a hindrance.

~~

Wei Wuxian laughs. The merry tones of it lures everyone’s eyes towards the front of the hall. Feeling as though they are imposing on an intimate moment, the disciples turn their attention back to their food. All of their hearts full. Their Wei-qianbei deserves the best, after all.

~~

Wei Wuxian keeps his face hidden in the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck. How is he so blessed to have this person in his life? He must’ve saved a nation or perhaps even the entire universe in one of his past lives to be blessed with such a person beyond comparison. He must’ve done something right for him to be blessed with a family who continues to accept him- and tries to accept him -despite their differences.

[cuban-being]

[anseki]

I had a thousand words to say

But you just chose to walk away

And are you happy now you're free?

Ohh you gave me your heart

Then took it back from me

Now I've seen the light of day

Boy you don't mean shit to me

[raurquiz]

#Happybirthday #eddiemurphy #actor #comedian #singer #48hrs #beverlyhillscop #thegoldenchild #trandingplaces #thenuttyprofessor #drdolittle #comingtoamerica #vampireinbrooklin #plutonash #dreamgirls #mulan #shrek #meetdave #AThousandWords #MrChurch #dolemiteismyname #CandyCaneLane

[startanewdream]

A Thousand Words for bury it and rise above

bury it and rise above 

[cyarsk5230]

blackloveeeee

3h ago

EDDIE MURPHY & KERRY WASHINGTON A Thousand Words (2012), dir. Brian Robbins

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Another attempt at some sashiko! This one is in the same thigh-rubbing spot as previous, but on a different set of jean shorts. Given how much I have to wrangle patches in this particular spot, I'm genuinely tempted to just put one in right as I buy the pants, maybe with some cute fabric so it's gradually revealed?

I'm about halfway done here, and you can tell just how much drawing out the grid (in this case, with lines every quarter-inch) helped me get the pattern I was aiming for much more effectively than the last one, where I was freehanding the lines.

Originally, the plan with this one was to have all the zig-zags point the same way, but honestly? I kinda dig the tiered waterfall vibe on this one more! Quite the improvement, in comparison to the one previous, I'd say, and that all comes down to technique.

I really enjoy the process of sashiko mends, it's very satisfying to load up a few straight stitches onto the needle just so where they need to be, then smooth out the fabrics they pin together, over and over. Very meditative, which makes it a good way to keep the hands busy while listening to a podcast! (Like, say, my podcast, Paper Cuts, perhaps? :3) plus, after you're done, you get to return a piece of clothing to use you would have lost otherwise! Isn't that a delight on its own?

[spacedustmantis]

sleep feels like the biggest waste of time sometimes

[papierflamingo]

✨HAPPY NEW YEAR! ✨

Eigentlich wollte ich ja eine Art Winterpause einlegen, nichts schreiben und ….

Dann gibt’s plötzlich ein Selfie auf Instagram von Klaas aus dem Skiurlaub (Link zu X zu einem Post von der lieben Corinna) … und mit Proseccolaune hat sich da dann gegen Mitternacht etwas Kleines verselbstständigt…

Aber hey, ich bin nicht alleine Schuld daran, in Gruppenarbeit haben wir den Stanglwirt auf seine Suiten und Leistungen gecheckt, und schon wurde eine „Anforderungsliste“ für eine FF erstellt (danke, meine lieben @j-u-r-e , @frau-heuferscheidt , @sarcasmmeetssoulmate und @klakosfairy , die ihr gerade rechtzeitig online wart für diese spontane Eskalation)

„Neujahr“

Hier geht’s zum Masterpost von „A thousands words of L-O-V-E“

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FIC: A Thousand Words: Ch 1: A Picture (MLB; Lukanette, Julerose)

Charactes/Pairings: Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Rose Lavillant; Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  They also say there’s an old photobooth in Paris that takes that literally.  It’s said that if you take a picture in the booth with your true love, you’ll leave the booth with no memory of them until you’ve spoken a thousand words to each other.  Just a photo with a blurry visage as the only clue to your curse.

That’s what they say, at least, and most people don’t believe it — but Juleka Couffaine knows better.  She’s been in the booth.  She’s seen firsthand what it can do.

And now, it seems, so has her brother.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: I had this idea ages ago, jotted down some notes, and let it sit.  During the last few days of summer school, I made the mistake of opening the doc up and playing with it.  It was supposed to be a one shot, and within a day I had about 5,000 words and three chapters that quickly became four chapters the next day?  I don’t even know.  I also wasn’t going to post it yet, because I really don’t like posting fics until they’re done, but I have spent the past five days dying from some kind of intestinal parasite and I need to feel productive/alive again.  So…hey, have some angst.  Suffer with me.  😂

A Thousand Words

Part One: A Picture

“Jules.”

She looked up at the sound of her brother’s voice.  He sounded…odd.  For someone who could shred a guitar with the best of them — who had had multiple noise citations on his record before he’d even turned ten — Luka was usually soft-spoken.  Not as quiet as her, but even when he could be considered animated his voice was usually low with a calm tone to it.  That tone was missing now, though.  He sounded…off.  Quieter than usual.  Worried.  Weird.

He was standing in the doorway to their cabin, what looked like a bookmark in his hand.  He was still wearing his clothes from the night before, though considerably more rumpled, and there was a griminess to his face that made Juleka think he had done something crazy like cry himself to sleep.

But this was Luka.

Luka didn’t do things like that.

Luka was leaving with their famous rock legend father in a handful of hours to go on his first world tour.  As lead guitar.  He was even the opening act — what on earth did Luka have to cry over?

“I…I think I fucked up,” he said, and when he raised his eyes from the bookmark she was struck by how…haunted he looked.

[spacedustmantis]

@aesrot

the moon asks a question by dirgewithoutmusic

illustrated by raiain

[helpimstuckinafandom]

I'M FUCKING CRYING LMAOOO