#al knits

[knit-by-daylight]

Here’s some Great tits

[mmm-cake-nomnomnom-blog]

Current WIP, my first big colourwork (after handwarmers) and I LOVE it. The pattern is Ghost Horses by Boyland Knitworks (Caitlin Hunter) and it's been super clear and easy to follow. So excited to wear it.

[icarusredwings]

Soup

Thinking about Logan coming home to find Wade resting against Althea, who is trying her best to knit something. He notices there's a trash can near him. He's wearing a knitted chemo cap and mittens, one with two thumb holes. He's curled up with his feet on the couch, tucked into the cushion, shivering softly, but it's 75 Fahrenheit.

"Shh! You step like a hippopotamus, Howlie. You'll wake him." Carly is in the kitchen making some "Super" soup with all sorts of vegetables and "healthy fats".

Taking off his boots, he puts them away. "As comfy as he looks," he says sarcastically "I think i'll take'm." He mutters, Picking him up, shushing him when he startles, taking him to build a nest of warmth around him.

With all of the blankets on top of him, the heater on, and a comfy wolvie to lay on, Wade stops shivering. His skin is burning up, pressing his cheek against Logan's cool chest. He whispers to him a pathetic thank you before whining something about wishing they'd "stop killing who ever keeps curing cancer already"

It makes Logan chuckle. Wade smiles. "Still got it.." he whispers, letting himself fall into a deep, warm comatose state of regeneration.

Well.. that is until Carly forces a spoonful of stock down his throat and both he and Logan are startled. Wade because hot soup was just poured down his throat, and logan because Wade's coughing fit spooked him into sitting up.

"Boot what are you doing!?"

"He needs to eat!"

"You senile old coot! That's hot! And you cant just make someone eat in their sleep, theyll choke!"

"Oh please! Ive seen what he chokes on! The spoon is no where near that size!" She says, and suddenly Logan is beat red, confused, and wondering why in the hell this woman spoke so casually about his dick. Wade is giggling, adoring the antics of the two, now graciously accepting the bowl.

He pats Logan's back as she leaves. "There there.."

"What is wrong with her?!" He groans, behaving like a teen who's mom just told their crush about wiping their son's butt as a baby.

Wade shrugs. "You attract weirdos, Wolvie."

He glares. "Yeah... I know.."

"Hey, that's not fair. I have cancer."

"You're still a fucking weirdo." He grumbles, laying back down.

"Am I your weirdo?" He asks, drinking another spoonful of the- surprisingly- good soup.

Logan sighs. "Unfortunately.."

"Aw" Wade giggles, feeding him a spoonful too.

[idontwantrobyntodie]

one terrible thing about being alive is the relative difficulty of reading while knitting

[boycritter]

also finished the first sleeve of my sweater :D

[linaxart]

A drawing I made for an AU idea with @ignisentis a while ago 💚

[skunkes]

i really like giving ocs similar hobbies (?) but in the sense of it being due to proximity to each other... idk if wyatt or al knew to play guitar first but one of em taught each other. al's guitar is There so why wouldn't talon pick it up ykwim

[manosaaa]

I think i can really say im finally so in love with making art again!

[valentinaonthemoon]

@pollodigitale

A resident of Hamnavoe, Shetland Islands in Scotland, Anne Eunson decided to knit herself a beautiful lace fence using twine. The fence is fashioned from strong black twine - the same kind that is used to make fishing nets - and Anne knitted it on specially adapted curtain rods. It took her about three weeks to knit enough lace to surround her front garden, using a 23 stitch repeat of a familiar Shetland lace pattern.

*Photo via Laine Glover‎, Social History

[knit-by-daylight]

You guessed it, another pair of socks 🧦

[muirneach]

i need to suck it up and knit a sweater at some point soon but making silly little accessories is so fun…….

[dreamsaretangiblegoals]

Last Motivational Monday for 2024: Early Bird Gets the Worm

As I sit here at 4:24 AM on this December 30th, 2024, a sense of purpose fills the air. The final Motivational Monday of the year is upon us. With 2025 just around the corner, time feels more precious than ever. The Islamic calendar marks today as Jumada Al-Thani 28th, 1446 AH, a reminder that while the year and seasons may change, our mantra remains steadfast: Dreams Are Tangible Goals.

To the one reading this, I pray you are intentionally working on your mind, body, and soul. Growth demands a holistic approach, and as we transition into a new year, it’s crucial to reflect on the pillars that hold us up.

I’ll be honest—2024 was a year of hurdles for me. After my injury in February while training for the Boston Marathon, I’ve had to prioritize healing. My left hip flexor has been a constant reminder of the journey back to full strength, and my calves echo the same. This pause in my training taught me the value of patience and resilience in the face of unforeseen challenges.

This morning, I stepped into the 24-hour Planet Fitness location. It felt invigorating to return to a space that has always been sacred for my physical development. I followed this visit with two rakats at MAQ, grounding myself in prayer and starting my day with spiritual alignment. Both spaces—one dedicated to physical rejuvenation and the other to spiritual fortification—are critical to my growth. Being present in both reminded me how interconnected our wellness truly is.

Today was also an opportunity to break in my new ANTA Hela Knit Top track hoodie, paired perfectly with the ANTA Hela style kicks to match. These small details symbolize readiness and gratitude—readiness to tackle what lies ahead and gratitude for the tools and support along the way. Special salute to ANTA and Kyrie for setting trends that inspire both on and off the track.

As we close out the year, remember that restoration comes through action. Whether you’re stepping back into a gym, reconnecting with your faith, or simply realigning your focus, let this be the year you honor every part of your journey. Set goals, stay disciplined, and never stop chasing your dreams.

Here’s to 2025—a year of intentional steps toward the future we envision.

#FitnessGoals #SpiritualAlignment #RestorationThroughAction #DreamsAreTangibleGoals

[valentinaonthemoon]

@pollodigitale

"tiktok is so toxic yall are on that evil app but I'm built different 💅" to you!! TO YOU!! YOUR TIKTOK ALGORITHYM MAY BE EVIL

Mine is FIRE

[boycritter]

i think i huave a pinched nerve in my chest

[shekiko]

Autumn And Winter Knitted Hats For Men And Women Keep Warm And Thick Star Card With Smiling Face Embroidery Students Joker Korean Cold Hat Tide sold by SO Harajuku . Shop more products from SO Harajuku on Storenvy, the home of independent small businesses all over the world.

[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: Alastor didn't like sharing your charm with the others. Which often led him to get needy. Craving extra special attention from his darling girl, which you happily supplied.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, established relationship, heavy breeding kink, praise kink, soft!alastor, creampies, dirty talk, fingering, light biting, nipple play (reader recieving), begging, making out

☒ Word Count: 1,564

Your peers swore you had cast a spell upon Alastor. He was wrapped around your little finger, and you lost count of how many times demons who stayed at the hotel would come up to you and ask if you owned his soul. 

You may not have owned his soul, but you certainly owned his heart.

After the initial shock wore off, your counterparts left it be. Angel would joke often about how Alastor was "pussy whipped". But that was as far as the teasing went. Everyone else knew not to step on The Radio Demon's toes. 

It wasn't hard for your peers to catch on; to why exactly Alastor loved you so dearly. You were an absolute sweetheart, caring and compassionate in every way. You always offered a hand to any of your counterparts who required assistance, and your actions proved that you were constantly thinking of ways to make everyone feel valued. 

Alastor rather despised having to share your charm with others. Which often led to long nights of your lover being clingy and needy for you. Much like tonight. 

You were flat on your back atop the plush duvet. Alastor surrounded you with his frame, slender arms enclosing near your head. Your lover placed soft kisses across your face. Humming one of his favorite tunes in the process. "Absolutely breathtaking, my doe," Alastor whispered, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. 

A chill ran down your spine at the feeling of your lover's bare body pressing against yours. His cold flesh was a nice contrast to the warmth you emitted. You let out a soft whine as Alastor's erection grazed your lower tummy, making you needier than ever for him. Which was The Radio Demon's goal all along. It was only fair to make you feel just as desperate for him as he was for you. 

"Do you know how much I cherish you, my dear?" Alastor cooed, nipping at your neck. Leaving pretty marks in his wake. His sharp teeth grazing along your pulse point caused your breath to hitch. Your lover trailed lower, still pressing his body close to yours. 

"Yes," You sighed, burying your hands into his fluffy tufts of hair as Alastor's lips wrapped around one of your nipples. His hands began to wander. One slipped between your legs, gathering your slick with his deft digits. His other hand trailed to your other breast, tweaking your neglected nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Good girl..." Alastor released your nipple with a loud pop before darting his tongue out to circle around your areola. A cry of his name slipped past your parted lips as Alastor's ring finger eased its way into your pussy. Your grip on his hair tightened as you held him closely to your chest, pulling a deep groan from your lover's lips. 

"Feels so good, Al," You babbled, raising your hips to meet the slow cadence of his finger plunging deep inside you. Alastor's lips shifted to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. Only this time, his sharp teeth skimmed along your sensitive nipple. A sultry moan ripped through you from the sensation, urging Alastor on to add a second finger inside your inviting heat. 

Alastor slowly rutted his hips against the plush duvet, letting out groans against your marked-up flesh. "Please, my love... need you inside," You whined desperately, pulling his face up to have him meet your gaze. A string of saliva connected Alastor's lips to your hardened nipple. His cock twitched at the look of desperation you gave him. You scored your bottom lip with your teeth, eyebrows knitted with emphasis; eyes half-lidded. 

"How could I say no when you ask so graciously, hm? I intend to give my little doe everything she needs." Alastor's smile widened as he pulled his fingers out of your dripping heat. He didn't waste a beat wrapping his slick-coated fingers around the base of his cock. A whine escaped you as your lover ran the head of his flushed length between your folds.  

"Hmm, you're so wet for me, darling. Do I really work you up that much?" Alastor quipped, allowing the tip of his cock to push past the tight ring of your pussy. You nodded your head in agreement, pushing your hips closer to his; but to no avail. Alastor's hands came to hold your waist, keeping you in place. "Use your words, my dear."

"Y-Yes! Always, Al. Just you... only this needy for you," You were already stupefied by the pleasure your lover granted you, and he barely even began. A deep chuckle escaped Alastor. The radio crackle reverberated through his chest. "I hope you are aware that the feeling is mutual, my precious little doe,"

With that, your lover pushed deeper inside you. Stretching your walls to accommodate his length. "F..Fuck, so tight. You are squeezing me so greatly, darling." Alastor hissed through gritted teeth. Your thighs came up to wrap around his waist, pulling his pelvis flush against yours. 

A gasp fled you as you felt your lover twitch from deep inside you. His full balls kissed the underside of your pussy, making your head spin. "Al, you're so big, feels s-so good..." Your hands enveloped the back of his neck, drawing his face close to yours. Alastor's lips ghosted your own as he delivered his first thrust deep inside your fluttering heat. 

"You take me so well, my darling. Your tight little hole was made for me- and me alone." Alastor whispered against your lips, finding a slow but steady rhythm. Desperate whines escaped you, and your lover drank up each and every single one. Alastor was infatuated. His crimson orbs held so much adoration for you. 

You kept your gaze fixated on him as he fucked into you sweetly. Your legs narrowed around his waist as Alastor began plunging into you with more vigor. "I'm going to breed you, my sweet little doe," Alastor huffed. One of his large palms wrapped around your hand before he dragged it down to your tummy. A sharp gasp fled you as you touched the prominent bulge your lover was causing. "Feel that, my dear? I'm in so deep. Surely you'll get pregnant when I spill my seed inside you." 

You clenched harshly around him from his crude words. The thought of Alastor knocking up caused the coil within you to unravel. "P-Please, breed me! Fill me up, make me yours for good!" You cried out, thighs trembling around your lover's waist. Your words diminished the last of Alastor's resolve. Before you knew it, his large hands hooked under the back of your thighs. Pushing them tightly to your chest.

A sharp gasp escaped you from the change of position. Alastor's cock reached even deeper from this angle, intensifying the heat in your lower tummy. "Such a good girl you are! You're so pilant, so willing... so eager for me to fuck a baby into you." His words caused your walls to flutter wildly around his length. You were on the edge of cumming all over his cock. The pleasure Alastor provided you was becoming too invigorating to bear. 

"Al, ah... I'm close! K-Kiss me, please!" You begged as his hips pistoned harshly into yours. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against the underside of your drooling pussy sent a pleasurable chill down your spine. Alastor wasted no time capturing your lips. The kiss was hot and messy, tongues intertwining with one another as the coil within you finally snapped. Your lover drank up all of your whines as your pussy pulsed and gushed around his cock. 

Alastor wasn't far behind you. His release was triggered by yours. The feeling of your hot, wet walls trying to milk him for all he was worth made him feel lightheaded. His thrusts became sloppy before his hips ultimately stilled against yours. Alastor groaned into the kiss as his cock twitched from deep within you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as the first ropes of his cum spilled into your pussy. 

There was so much, and the feeling of being bred by your lover was heavenly; ironically so. Alastor slowly broke away from the kiss as he attempted to catch his breath. His cock was still nestled deep inside you as he stared down at you lovingly. You couldn't help but smile widely at your lover, allowing your palms to capture his cheeks. Rubbing Alastor's face gently with the pads of your thumbs. 

"Alastor, that was... wow," You giggled as your lover slowly released his tight grip on your thighs, allowing your legs to lie flat against the bed. "You are truly perfect, my dear. I simply cannot get enough of you!" Alastor's praise caused your heart to flutter in your chest. He was so gentle with you and you alone. Pride surged through your soul at the notion that Alastor only had a soft spot for you.

Your train of thought was cut off by the sensation of your lover's cock hardening from deep inside you once more. A smirk crossed Alastor's features as he reveled in your look of shock. "What's with the look of awe, my darling? I told you I was going to breed you. I don't intend to leave this room until I am positive you have been thoroughly bred."

tags; @danveration