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[milkweedman]

Ah, partially finished handspun sweater from at least 1 year ago that i will never finish, my beloathed

I frogged it. Idk how much yarn this is total (the spaghetti skeins were both just over 100 yards each)... so if the other skeins are the same size it's around 600 yards of yarn.

Not a lot you can do with that. I am gonna see if I can spin up these remaining rolags before they get even dustier (I did have the sweater panel covering the basket so that absorbed most of the dust I hope. I have been sneezing a lot and am grateful this isn't one of those dislocated jaw days). We'll see if the knees allow it. But that would maybe add another 100 yards.

I was vaguely considering weaving some squares with it to turn into a blanket ? The yardage would go further that way, but like...not that much further. I don't believe that I have any more of any of the fleeces I used on this. The brown is jacob but I've bought,processed, used/sold like 6 jacob fleeces at this point and they all vary in crimp, softness, staple length, you name it. The white I think is a bfl cross mixed with shetland. Pretty sure I used the remainder of the bfl for something else and the shetland I either used already or dyed pink. Can't remember...I have also gone thru a number of shetland fleeces at this point, and again, they all vary.

So....yeah idk. I mean adding another breed like I did with the jacob wouldn't be a terrible idea, but I'm not sure what. Ideas welcome. Yarn weight is heavy worsted to bulky.

[wasabipig]

unlocked her ecb yipee

dispatch randomly selected them now i'm curious how they'll go with each other

[flwrstqr]

｡ꪆৎㅤ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE WHEN YOU WIPE THEIR KISS OFF

🪽 ⋆ 𖥔 ݁ bfl!enha hyung line x fem!reader. kissing, petnames 𓈃 ๋ 826wc.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

heeseung pouts instantly when you wipe the kiss he just pressed to your cheek, his brows furrowing like a kicked puppy. “hey, what was that for?” he whines, leaning closer to you with a playful glint in his eyes. you laugh, but he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. “you can’t just wipe off my love, baby,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss, this time to your forehead. you smile and tease, “maybe you didn’t kiss me enough.” heeseung grins, leaning down to pepper your face with even more kisses. “better now, my love?”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

jay raises an eyebrow when you wipe his kiss away, feigning offense as he crosses his arms. “oh, so that’s how it is?” he teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. you giggle, but before you can respond, he grabs your hand and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “you’re not getting away with that, baby,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. he leans in and plants another kiss on your cheek, then your nose, then your lips, each one more lingering than the last. 

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

jake blinks at you in surprise when you wipe his kiss, then breaks into a playful grin. “oh, i see how it is, sweetheart,” he says, stepping closer with that charming look in his eyes. “guess my kisses aren’t good enough for you, huh?” he teases, slipping his arms around your waist, pulling you snug against him. “don’t worry, i’ll just have to try harder.” he leans in, brushing his lips against yours softly, but before you can wipe it away, he cups your face with both hands, his thumbs lightly stroking your cheeks. “no more wiping this one, okay, gorgeous?” he whispers, his lips lingering near yours with a that smile

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

sunghoon freezes when you wipe his kiss, his eyes widening slightly as his mind starts racing. “wait… did i do something wrong?” he asks, looking at you with a mix of confusion and worry. “was it too much? too soon?” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, overthinking every detail. you can’t help but laugh softly, reaching out to pull him back into a hug. “no, silly, i was just teasing,” you reassure him, resting your head against his chest. he lets out a relieved sigh, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “oh, thank god. you had me thinking i messed up, baby,” he says with a small smile, planting another kiss on your forehead.

[themothsnest]

Just realised a mildly annoying thing about the Alola games...

And yes its kukui related. Specifically royal.

Could one make the argument that The Masked Royal is a Battle Facility Leader in all but name due to how he works?

BFLs have that whole "only fought if you have an x amount win streak" thing going on on top of being the final boss of a win streak. Royal has that same requirement set but its way more restrictive than lets say Palmer.

Royal required a 5 win streak in the Master Rank of the Battle Royal then, like Palmer, he resets the streak when defeated while also being the final trainer of the entire list. He also if i remember correctly is the only one of the 51 to have the "Pro Wrestler" Trainer Class.

He's not listed as a BFL canonically to my knowledge but WOULD he be counted as the Dome's leader and by extension unofficially a BFL through following the requirements the canon BFLs have?

[crime-of-the-century]

scouring fleece is so satisfying

top: corriedale x rambouillet

middle: corriedale x Cotswold x Lincoln x cvm

bottom: bfl

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[milkweedman]

Feeling tentatively hopeful about this newest attempt at loading a distaff. Definitely holding together, which is usually a big problem. This is the willowed fleece (I think it's BFL X, if I remember correctly) that I opened up a little more by hand, layered kinda into a batt, and then rolled onto this manzanita cane blank that looked obligingly like a distaff.

I have a bunch of stuff to ply for TDF but this is next !

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[clownsnake]

A through G is counting numbers. Half steps is like… A, then A and a half. Going up is adding and going down is subtracting. Whole steps is counting two half steps. FACE GBD is counting whole steps but not for sharps or flats. Bars are how yuo contain beats like little animals and time signatures are how you know the number of beats per bars, so u don’t have to count it to find that out lol. U don’t need to count bars I think. 3/4 is 3 beats per bar. Poease don’t ask me what 4 is. Thgey have something to do with music notes. Sharps and flats are the secret numbers in between A through G, but the different labels just indicates if you’re counting up or down. F sharp and G flat are the exact same. Why couldn’t we just do 1 2 3 4 5 etc for notes instead of A(1) A#/Bfl(2) B(3) C(4) C#/Dfl(5) etc you ask?? Because actual numbers are used for Time so we gotta label the note numbers and counting styles differently or else you’ll get CONFUSED. This isn’t MATH, lmao. Music notes are just for counting in two dimensions btw. Dont worry abt it. Jsust think abt x and y axis god DAMN I

^^^^me when I am inflicted by the curse

trying to learn music theory and so far my take is that it’s kind of like if you tried to make Counting Numbers into a game that involves new kinds of counting integrated in the rules. There’s like fifty of them. the different kinds all have twenty unique names and categories each that you need to memorize, as well as in between counting. No one knows what the 4 in 1/4 is, I’m pretty sure it’s just load bearing semantics. if you take it out it breaks the game.. I now hauve covid

[icterid-rubus]

I finally sat down and labeled all my hand spun yarn. Wish I’d thought to calculate the yardage, but I can’t bring myself to go back through it all 🥱

[elizabeth-marston-roberts]

Working Hard | John Marston x Abigail Marston x F!Reader |

This is based on one of the nights I stayed late for work last week. I was bouncing around a few different projects but I finally finished this one yesterday before I went and saw Endgame. This is another Modern AU as well!

Pairing: John Marston x Abigail Marston x F!Reader

Rating: T? No smut or anything but there is a mention or two of sex.

Words: 4,051

@redeadepression

xx

You glance at the clock above the kitchen's archway. "He's late." You murmur to Abigail, who is flipping through Netflix boredly.

It's date night and you and Abigail are dressed and ready to go see a movie, but John's nowhere to be found. Normally he would be home from work right at this time and in the shower, but for some reason he hadn't even come home yet. It was worrying for a man that was so hellbent on routine.

"It's not like him to be late." You continue. "What if something happened?"

"Darling, I am sure he just got caught in some traffic." She says, eyes still on the screen. "He'll be home soon, alright? Relax."

You huff and cross your arms, glaring at the tv screen like it was its fault your boyfriend wasn't home from work yet. "Fine."

Your phone rings a moment later, and it's John. Faster than lightning, you grab it and tap the green bubble, phone to your ear in less than a second. "John??"

"Hey, baby." He sighs. "I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be home for a while. Got this jackass customer that suddenly needs his damn truck tomorrow mornin' and I gotta get his airbag system done. It's just me here now, so I'm lookin' at another hour or two at the least."

"It's already six-thirty!" You whine. "And it's date night."

"I know, I know. I'll make it up to you and Abigail. I promise. Believe me, I would much rather go see a movie with my beautiful ladies than stare at this goddamn frame for another two hours. I'm sore and I'm tired, but this is how I make money to take you two out like you deserve."

You sigh. "Anything we can do to help?"

"Just have dinner for me ready. I'll call when I'm on my way out."

"Okay." You mumble, dejectedly playing with the hem of your shirt. "I love you."

"I love you. Abi too. I'll see you later."

"Bye." You hang up and pout, flopping onto Abigail pathetically. She kisses your forehead, playing with your hair.

"What's goin' on?"

"John has to work late tonight. A customer is throwing a fit about his truck so he's gotta get it done tonight."

She scoffs, shaking her head furiously. "The shit these people do... Don't they realize John is more than just a goddamn mechanic and he don't have time to just stay late for their selfish asses?"

"They don't care." You sigh. "He's all by himself there."

"Not for long." Abigail gives your rear a pair of pats. "Come on, let's go on over there and try to help him."

"We'd probably just get in his way, sweetheart."

"We may not be mechanics, but we can provide moral support and talk a lot of shit. Come on!"

Grinning, you hop off the couch and grab the keys to Abi's car. She shuts the tv off and grabs her purse, and within fifteen minutes you're at the auto shop. Snorting at the unlocked door, you and Abigail walk inside, locking the door behind you, and head for the garage.

As usual, the interior is a mess. There's Oil-Dri in various places on the floor, there's an annoying flickering light, air lines are strewn about the ground, and John's tools are scattered around his area. Carefully stepping over things and regretting the choice to wear white tennis shoes, you and Abigail approach the man.

He's on a black creeper, working underneath a white Ford F-350. It's a pretty truck, but no vehicle is worth skipping date night. His dirty hands grasp the running board and he rolls himself out from underneath it when he hears your activity, his angry face taking on a surprised look.

Grinning, he stands up. "What're you two doin' here?"

"Came to help." Abigail winks and approaches him for a kiss that he happily obliges.

"Ain't you sweet." He smiles and wipes his hands on the red rag in his back pocket, crooking his finger in the 'come hither' motion upon seeing you.

A smile overtakes your lips and you rush over, hands on his cheeks as you give him a big kiss. You were always so sweet on him, but he loved that so much about you that he could never take real advantage of it.

"Hey, babygirl." He croons against your lips. He leaves another smooch on you before stepping back. "You two really wanna help me?"

"Yes!" Abigail says, hands on her hips and that determined glint in her eye. "We can... Give you stuff!"

"Okay." He smiles, holding his hands up innocently. "I'll treat you beauties to dinner after."

"You better." Abigail teases.

"So what're we doing?" You smile at John, who grimaces.

"I gotta run the lines from the airbags to this compressor and do all the wiring. It's gonna take a while."

"I thought airbags was in the car." Abigail muses, looking at all of the various bolts and tools tossed around the floor where John was working.

He chuckles softly and walks to the rear of the truck, pointing to a black, baggy spring-looking device on the truck's frame. "Different kinda airbag, darlin'. These ones stiffen the suspension when the load is put on. In this case, this guy has a fifth wheel trailer that he pulls, and it's a big sonbitch, so without 'em it squats this thing like it's a little Tacoma. I got the bags on already, and on a regular kit all I would need to do is run the air lines together and that'd be it."

"You mentioned a compressor." You say, looking for something resembling said compressor.

"Already got it bolted under the truck, and I'm workin' on the pump now. I ain't never done a system like this and the damn instructions are vague as all hell, plus I'm pretty sure the bastards sent the wrong kit. But I'm makin' it work 'cause I ain't got no other option."

"Well that's dumb." Abigail crosses her arms, a scowl forming on her lips. "Ain't your fault you got the wrong stuff."

"Customers don't care 'bout that, darlin'." John settles back down onto his creeper, rolling underneath once again. "It ain't fair, but... Ain't nothin' fair. You know that."

Abigail just pouts and plops down onto a blue roll-around chair. She rolls beside you and pulls you onto her lap, resting her chin on your shoulder. Putting your head against hers, you stare at John's legs sticking out from under the truck.

"C'mere, you cocksuckin' bastard." He mutters to what is presumably the pump for the system, picking it up and holding it to the frame.

Abigail snorts. "Stay classy, John."

"Hush, woman, I'm workin'!"

She waves a lazy hand at him and pulls her phone from her pocket, opening back up to her Pinterest. Lazily scrolling through it, she rubs your stomach affectionately.

Underneath the truck, John grumbles your name. Turning your head from the cookie recipe Abigail is reading, you look at John's legs and tilt your head to somewhat catch a glimpse of his face.

"What'd you say?"

"I said, can you get me some Loctite? It's in a blue bottle with a white cap. Should be on my toolbox."

"Got it!" You pop up and turn to his bright yellow Snap-On set of toolboxes, humming as you search it for the bottle he described.

"I need a pair of gloves too!" He calls out.

"Kay!" As you return to the truck with his items, Abigail looks toward John.

"What's Loctite?"

"It's a thread sealer that makes sure these bolts don't go fallin' out." A bolt rolls out to her feet, and she leans down and inspects it curiously. "Do me a favor and get a wrench that size. Please."

Abigail passes you as she makes her way to the toolbox, turning her head once she realizes she has no idea where the wrenches are. "Joooooohn!"

Under the truck, John flinches at her whine. "Damn, I hate when you yell like that! Always makes me think there's somethin' wrong."

Ignoring his rant, she continues. "Where's the wrenches?"

"Second drawer on the left."

She tugs on the drawer, but it doesn't give. "What the hell is wrong with this thing...?"

His amused laughter is muted due to his position beneath the truck, but you hear it nonetheless. "On the bottom of the handle is a roll latch. Slide that to the left and then pull."

"Oh." Her fingers touch the rack and she guides it to the left, squeeing happily when it opens up. "That's so neat!"

John laughs again. "It sure is, Abigail. Get me that wrench now so I can get this mounted."

While she searches for the right size, you drag over a piece of cardboard to sit on. Plopping down and crossing your legs, you smile at the better view you have of John. He catches your eye and winks, waving cutely with two of his greasy fingers.

"I see you've found my Carolina Creeper."

"Your what?"

He snickers to himself. "Redneck creeper. As in, when I can't find mine or I can't fit real good under somethin', I lay on cardboard."

"Oh!" You laugh. "You're a silly man, John."

He takes the bolt and wrench as Abigail slides it to him. "That I am, babygirl."

Abigail resumes her position on the roll-around chair, propping her knee up on your shoulder while she texts a friend back. Your arm wraps around her calf as you rest your head against her knee, slipping her flip-flop off to rub her foot. For as long as you'd known her, Abigail sure loved getting her feet rubbed.

John relaxes one leg, shaking his foot to the beat of a Metallica song playing on the radio. For a while he just murmurs to himself and tinkers, and occasionally you see his hands reaching for a nearby tool. It's maddening how he's so eloquent at his work but can't go one week without falling down the stairs in the early morning hours.

"You need new boots, John." You say, poking the worn toe of his shoe.

Abigail snorts. "I been tryin' to get him to buy a new pair for two months. If the idiot wants his feet and back to hurt, then that's on him."

"Ya know, if I wanted to be nagged by you two, I woulda gone home!"

You swat his foot. "We're just looking out for you, brat!"

"Yeah, yeah!" He waves a gloved hand. "You wanna come down here and screw a bolt in?"

"Uh, yeah!" You grin and stand, pushing your cardboard under the truck and laying beside him. Sneaking in a quick kiss before you settle down, John peels off his Loctite-stained gloves and looks over at you with a little smile.

"It's dark under here! How do you see?"

John chuckles. "I got a few different ways. After you get this bolt in I'll grab a light."

"Kay." You look where John's already got the bolt ready to go. He holds a wrench to you and points to the circular end.

"This one's a ratchet wrench, and this side of it here is the ratchet. Rule of thumb, righty-tighty, lefty-loosey."

"Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey." You nod, smiling. "I've heard that one before."

"Means it's a good rule." He says, and he twists the end of the wrench. "Now these are my new ones y'all got for me, and-"

"It looks brand new! We bought them for you over a year ago!"

"Are you tellin' me you let those damn wrenches sit in the box over a year, John Marston?!" Abigail questions.

John groans and closes his eyes. "Yes, my love, I did. But I'm using them now and that should be good enough!"

"See if I ever get you a tool again." Abigail grumbles and leans back against the wall, crossing one leg over the other.

John's quiet for a moment, staring blankly at the truck's undercarriage before continuing. "Anyway. These are double-sided. My old ones had a little switch you turned, but they got stuck a lot as they got towards the end, so I actually like these a lot more. So find your right side and get to bolting."

You hum and twist the ratchet like John had, finding the side that will tighten the bolt. Once the wrench is set, you begin flicking your wrist to get it in. John grins proudly and covers his large hand over yours, adjusting your grip for a more efficient flick of the wrist.

"John, is that tape on your shoe?" Abigail questions, leaning down to pull off a wayward piece of electrical tape that stuck to his heel.

"Wait, no!" He grins as he calls out to her, and when she pulls the tape anyway he hisses, pretending to deflate his body, his arms falling on the floor and his propped up leg sagging to the side.

Abigail laughs and balls the tape up, throwing it at him. It lands at his groin, to which he groans and curls up, hands protectively over the 'offended' area, whimpering like a kicked puppy. She laughs some more and you join in, shaking your head. To the outside world, John Marston is a mean man with a helluva bitch face; but to you and Abigail, John's the softest dork in the world. It feels good to have such a privilege.

After you've done your job, John rolls out from under the truck, heading for his toolbox. He returns with a set of goggles and a bright green flashlight with 'Ryobi' emblazoned on the side, playfully kicking your foot and looking to your other partner.

"Abigail, reach beside you and grab that light." He requests while kneeling on the floor and sitting on his creeper, sliding the goggles onto his face as he waits.

Turning, she perks a brow at the light mounted to some wood with an orange cord wrapped around it. "This?"

"Yes ma'am."

She stands and picks it up, her eyebrows furrowing when she realizes it's got some weight to it. Bringing it over and undoing the cord, she frowns curiously at the letters written on the back of the light.

"BFL?"

John snickers like a boy and takes it, shoving it under the truck. "Would you believe me if I said it stands for 'Big Fluorescent Light'?"

"Absolutely not." She snorts and plugs the light in, the dark area illuminating immediately; she smiles fondly when she hears your soft gasp in amazement.

John sets aside the green battery flashlight and lays down to roll back underneath. "Babygirl, wanna do the last two bolts for me?"

"Yes!"

He grins and joins you once more, handing you the next silver bolt. He hums and grabs the instruction booklet from his back pocket, attempting to smooth out the creases as he reads the next steps. Despite the entrance of the BFL, it's still too dim for reading. In a move that makes you laugh and murmur, "Of course." John clicks a button on each side of his goggles, lighting them up like an LED Christmas tree.

"You like that, huh?" He smirks, reading.

"Very cute; I'll give you that much."

Eventually it gets to a point where John is working and you're just curled on your cardboard, watching and handing him tools that are nearby. Abigail comes back into the garage, though you never noticed she'd left, and gives you both a nudge with her foot as she walks by.

"Alright, grease monkeys, it's time to eat!"

"Food!" You gasp and push John out from underneath the truck.

Dazed, John blinks and pulls his goggles off, yawning before he pushes himself up. He grasps your ankles (no doubt leaving a stain) and pulls you out, the cardboard whining as it moves against the gritty floor. He helps you stand and walks over to the shop sink, pumping the green lotion-looking soap onto his dirty hands.

Turning to where Abigail has set up dinner, he smiles tiredly at her while he works the soap in the fine lines of his palms. "I know I said I would take you two out."

"That's why there's always tomorrow, John." She says as she pours some soda into little cups. "Besides, the pizza place had a promo code."

"It smells good." You hum and wash your hands much quicker than John. You kiss Abigail's cheek gratefully and sit down on the black chair she'd rolled over from someone else's work bay, sipping the drink.

You two wait for John to come over and open the box before digging in. It's plain with extra cheese, Abigail's favorite. It's quiet, minus the commercials blaring from John's little red radio. He closes his eyes and rubs at them, to which Abigail scowls. Her poor man is tired, and yet he can't go home.

"You should take your contacts out if they're bothering you, John."

"Don't have my glasses." He sighs, biting his pizza. "'M fine. Time issit?"

You check your phone. "Quarter to eight now."

"Fuck." He mutters at his official twelve-hour workday. "I still have to run the airlines and gets the wires run. I want you two to head home after we finish eating."

"And I want a million dollars." Abigail rolls her eyes. "We're staying, John."

"I'm not playin', Abigail. I'm gonna be here late and you two don't need to be hangin' around all bored while I'm workin'. I don't need the extra pressure."

"No pressure from us, John. Remember, we're the ones that love you." You remind him gently. Last thing you need is the tired, angry version of your boyfriend to reveal himself.

He sighs and bites his pizza again, rubbing his forehead. Abigail rubs his knee soothingly and finishes her slice, grabbing another. John eats another two pieces before wiping his hands on his jeans and grabbing a cardboard box with a crudely cut hole in the top.

He picks up a roll of red tubing that's on his white work table and a razor blade, resuming his position under the truck he was sick of seeing. He's underneath it for ten minutes before you and Abigail roll over to the truck on your chairs.

John's silent as he works, to the point where Abigail is uncomfortable enough to push the cardboard beside him and lay down. She's on her side, resting her head on her hand and staring at him. Her other hand comes to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath her palm.

"I'm proud of you; you know that?"

He's quiet, but his jaw ticks. He makes an incision in the red tube and puts the razor blade between his lips as he holds it at one end of the little black box that controls the whole system.

"You stayin' late for this person, even though you're tired and achin' and don't wanna be here. You know me; I'd have been outta here hours ago and told him he's SOL. But you're better than that, and I love you for it."

John's entire body softens and he spits the blade out, leaning to her for a brief but meaningful smooch. "Thank you." He whispers.

She smiles and leans in for a beat-longer kiss, rubbing his chest. "Alright, let's get these red thingies up."

"Yes ma'am." John smiles, rejuvenated for a little while longer.

Abigail slips out from the truck and straddles your lap, her hands connecting behind your neck. She leans in for a kiss, her tongue running over your lip.

"Gotta have our own fun, hm?" She mutters against you as your hands rest on her hips.

"Not too much fun." You chuckle, pop kissing her lips. Her plush lips are soft on yours and she cups your face in her hands.

"Believe me when I say I hate to interrupt somethin' so nice, but I gotta get this done and I can't focus when I have a boner, ladies."

The idea of getting on your knees and blowing John right where he lays is appealing, but you refrain from doing so in favor of letting him have it once he's in bed later. Abigail regretfully removes herself from your lap and sits beside you, putting her feet in your lap.

Another hour passes before John emerges. His eyes are barely open now, and you glance at the clock mounted beside the garage door. It's nearing ten o'clock, John's usual bedtime hour during the week. Locking eyes with Abigail, you look over at John.

He slowly pulls himself to his feet and stumbles his way to opening the driver's side door, popping the hood. When he goes to lift it and lets go, the shocks that were supposed to keep it up fail and it hits him on the head, hard.

"Oh my god!" Abigail gasps and scrambles over to John, you right behind her.

John clenches his jaw tightly and slams the hood down. "Fucking 2017 truck and it can't hold the goddamn hood up! My fuckin' old ass 1976 F-150 has a goddamn hook for the damn hood, but this sparkly piece of shit can't even have good shocks on it!" He unlatches the hood again to slam it down even harder than before.

"John, let me look at your head." Abigail gets a hand on his arm and one on his back, walking him away from the truck. She's not a fan of the murderous glint in his eyes, and she likes the fact that he's employed.

She sits him down on the blue roll-around, feeling his head for bumps or scrapes while you hold a flashlight. "Nothin' too bad... Just a headache, I bet."

"A bad one." He mutters. "I hate this fucking truck..." Defeated, he hides his face in his hands.

"Executive decision." You murmur, rubbing his shoulders. "We're going home and you can finish this in the morning. And after that, you take the rest of the day off."

"It don't work like that, babygirl."

"I don't care. This right here isn't fair to you. It's ten o'clock at night!"

"I used to stay this late all the time. Ain't no thing."

"Enough, John." Abigail tucks her two fingers under his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Then and now ain't the same. You got a family with us, and as your unofficial wife I'm tellin' you to go the hell home and shower up so I can go to bed with my damn man!"

John sighs and closes his eyes. She hugs his head to her chest and you lean down and hug him from behind. With a kiss to his cheek, you murmur sweet nothings in his ear.

"Okay." He mumbles. "Can one of you drive me here tomorrow? My eyes are shot and I don't think I can see through my helmet."

"I would be more than happy to." You smile, kissing his cheek.

Everything gets unplugged and the overhead lights are turned off, and then you're out of the garage and walking through the office. John picks up his lunchbox and his cell phone, following you and Abigail out and locking the front door.

John opts to sit in the backseat, and as you peek back and watch him sleep with his mouth wide open, you can't help but smile.

"He works so hard..."

"Too hard." Abigail responds, eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror to glance at John. "I didn't realize that's how his job is. Mechanics do a lot for people, but they always wanna call 'em snakes. They don't get the credit they deserve."

You snap a picture of John that's absolutely going on this year's Christmas cards. "And yet he still does it. What a man."

"What a man indeed." She hums.

As you and Abigail settle into silence, John smirks just a tad. Tomorrow he'll use his fueled up ego boost for no good, but for tonight he'll just bask in the warmth surrounding him. He is loved just as much as he loves and he never wants to forget this feeling you and Abigail have brought to him, and he silently vows to himself in that moment to always do what he can to deserve it.

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༉‧₊˚ cuddling with enhypen's hyung line !

pairing: bfl!enhypen x gn!reader | genre: fluff (as usual,,,) warnings: none i think !

a/n: i'm back once again with this short headcanon i've been thinking of writing these past days! i will soon upload the maknae line! as always, tysm for all the support, hope you like this one!! 🫂

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이희승 · lee heeseung ‧₊˚

very cozy! hee always hugs you around the waist while you lean on his chest, listening to his heartbeat (and smiling unconsciously when hearing how it accelerates when you call his name). his hand unconsciously strokes your hair as he responds with little "mhm"'s when you talk to him about how your day went. he's trying his best to pay attention, he really is, but your voice is so so soothing and he's so happy to have you cuddled up to him that he feels there's no better way to fall asleep than that! ૮꒰˵っ ̫- ˵꒱ა

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박종성 · park jongseong ೀ

jay, due to his busy schedule, takes very seriously the days he can spend time alone with you. although it is true that he usually prefers to prepare some cute dates, there are times when you two simply prefer to put on a movie and cuddle together, enjoying each other's company. his gaze is fixed on the screen but his hands unconsciously seeks yours, caressing it softly. he does his best to stay awake until the movie is over, but your boyfriend is sleepy and wants to fall asleep hugging you more than nothing else… please, when you see his eyes starting to close, tell him that you are tired and that you want to go to sleep! you will make him feel less guilty and see that beautiful smile he gets when he looks at you. ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა

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심재윤 · sim jaeyun ˖ ࣪ ⭑

jake could literally spend all day cuddling with you if it was possible. it's rare times when you're together and he's not literally glued to you. i feel like jake would be the type of boyfriend who needs attention constantly, so you can expect to hear his "i want to cuddle" quite a few more times than you might imagine (although it's worth seeing his smile when you nod). as i said, he is very clingy, so he will look for the position to be as close as possible! usually his hand caresses your head, making you hide it in his neck (ofc, this has nothing to do with how much he likes you kissing his neck…. ahem). ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

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박성훈 · park sunghoon ⊹ ࣪

would rather die than ask you for hugs directly, so he usually looks for ways that you have to be the one to cuddle him, such as laying on your side of the bed (knowing that you refuse to sleep anywhere else) because it's "too cold" on his side. is a bit shy when it comes to hugging you, but he usually gets over it when your arms are around him and he feels much more comfortable, reciprocating your embrace instantly. cuddling sessions with sunghoon are usually quiet, although there are a few times when he needs to urgently explain something that has happened to him that day and he can spend hours and hours talking without noticing. they are very few, but seeing him talk so happily makes your heart race each and every time! (˳ ｡>﹏<｡)

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March 2021 Reveals

Welcome March! Spring will be here before you know it! 

Meet the yarns and our themes in this month's full crate reveal on YouTube.

March KnitCrate Membership

In March, members will receive yarn that aligns with our Heart Strings theme. Let’s welcome the season that tugs at our heart strings with the craft medium that does the same: yarn! Fall in love with soft, luxurious yarns in our bouquet of romance-inspired colors and projects for the month.

March KnitCrate Membership Yarns

We are swooning over Audine Wools Romance, a sumptuous blend of 70% Merino Wool and 30% Tencel. This huggable Aran weight yarn with a touch of shine has 130 yds per skein, and members will receive 2 matching skeins in each crate.

Energize Me: Corazon

What color does your heart feel when you're in love? Why a bright happy pink of course! Corazon is the perfect representation of that overflowing thrill of emotion that takes over, be it with another person or with a skein of yarn.

Chill Out: Rose Leaf

What is a rose without a stem to support it? Rose Leaf is deep sage with cool blue undertones. The perfect balance for a beautiful bloom.

All Natural: Light as Air

Remember the days of lying on the grass and watching the clouds drift by? Light as Air color vibe evokes that same carefree day.

Membership Patterns

Membership Knit Pattern

Cozy up with cables in the Rising Mist Cowl from CraftsEverywhere - Erin Oetker. This quick and stylish design features an advanced beginner cable that will wind itself around your heart. If you’ve never knit with cables, you’ll be smitten with them in this pattern.

KNIT Pattern Details 

Needles: US 15 (10 mm) circular needle, 24” (61 cm)

Yarn Needed: 234 yds (214 m) used / 2 skeins needed

Notions: cable needle, stitch marker, tapestry needle

Sizes: One size; 10.5” height (26.5 cm) x 10” width (25.5 cm), blocked

Membership Crochet Pattern

This sweet laptop sleeve from Ashlea Konecny / Heart Hook Home is the perfect little accessory to keep your laptop or tablets safe. Worked in the round, this project uses a herringbone double crochet that is both visually appealing and smooth enough to not get caught easily if inserting and removing a laptop frequently. 

CROCHET Pattern Details

Hooks: US I/9 (5.5 mm) and G/6 (4 mm)

Yarn Needed: 252 yds (230 m) used / 2 skeins needed

Notions: Stitch marker (1), tapestry needle, 1″ button (optional)

Sizes: One size, 20.5” (52 cm) circumference, 15” (38 cm) tall; fits up to 15.6” Laptops when gauge is met.

Not a member yet? Join today!

March Sock Membership

In March, members will receive yarn that aligns with our Unwind theme. Sink into cozy comfort with your favorite cup to unwind with this month's selections. Plush pillows and oversized loungewear let our minds and bodies relax into spring.

Sock Crate Membership

Unwind into project bliss with Audine Wools Dreamy Sock. This yarn is a super soft blend of 60% Superwash Blue-Faced Leicester (BFL) Wool, 20% Alpaca and 20% Nylon. Each crate will arrive with one 400 yard skein to sweep you off your feet.

Energize Me: Serene

Newly budding leaves and the scent of fresh cut grass come to mind with this bright, spring green.

Chill Out: Nice and Breezy

Embrace carefree days on a tropical island with its turquoise blue waters with this colorway that makes us think of lazy days spent seaside in a hammock swaying in the breeze.

All Natural: Moar Coffee

This dark brown is a tribute to the elixir that waking dreams are made of. Just one more sip and one more stitch sets the tone for the day.

Sock Crate Membership Patterns

Sock Crate Membership Knit Sock Pattern

Kick back and relax as you enjoy columns of ribbing interrupted by rounds of garter stitch in the Compose Socks from Laura Fahlin Designs. This cuff-down sock is loads of fun and great for both beginners and experienced knitters. Those ribs go from the cuff to the toe!

Knit Sock Pattern Details

Needles: US 1 (2.25mm)

Yarn Needed: 320 (340, 360, 380, 400) yds (292.5 (311, 329, 347.5, 366) m) used / 1 skein needed for all sizesd

Notions: Stitch markers (4), tapestry needle

Finished Size: A (B, C, D, E)

To Fit Circumference: 7 (8, 9, 10, 11)”/18 (20, 23, 25, 28) cm

Sock Crate Membership Crochet Sock Pattern

Inspired by the textural elements of traditional cabled socks, the Grass is Greener socks come to us from Liz Salazar of Mommy Loves Yarn. These socks combine simple stitches with a 2-round pattern repeat that is easy to memorize and a joy to crochet with textural delights in every round.

Hook: US C/2 (2.75 mm)

Yarn Needed: 160 (200, 240, 280, 360) yds (146 (183, 219, 256, 329) m) used / 1 skein needed for all sizes

Notions: stitch markers (2), tapestry needle

Sizes: To fit ankle/foot circumference: 7 (8, 9, 10, 11)” / 18 (20, 23, 25, 28) cm

Finished Ankle/Foot Circumference: 6.5 (7.5, 8.5, 9.5, 10.5)” / 16.5 (19, 21.5, 24, 27) cm  

Leg length is adjustable but may require additional yarn for longer lengths.

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COREtecAuthentics Ontario 50-LVRE-111

COREtec® Vinyl Authentics Ontario 50-LVRE-111 mit Kork Unterlage

Designboden  COREtec® Authentics Ontario Holzdesign Farbe : 50-LVRE-111 Maße : 180 x 1830 x 8 mm  Kollektion Authentics 1800+ Series 2,65m² / VPE

Spezifikationen:

HD Kern aus verdichteten Kalksandsteinpartikeln - frei von PVC

Verschleißfeste Deckschichten mit hoher Kratzfestigkeit

100% wasserfest, hervorragend geeignet für Nassräume

sofortige Installation ohne Akklimatisierung

Verlegung bis zu 400m² ohne Dehnungsfuge möglich

einfache Verlegung mit CoreTec Uniklick-Verbindung

leiser Bodenbelag,angenehmer Gehkomfort

kein zusätzlicher Trittschall notwendig (Korkunterlage)

hohe Schalldämmung

extrem stabil und kratzbeständig,problemlos bei großen Haustieren

Einsatz im Gewerbebereich möglich

am gleichen Tag begehbar, keine kommerziellen Ausfallzeiten

minimaler Reinigungs- und Pflegeaufwand

100% Antistatisch

Technische Daten :

Nutzungsklasse : 34 - 42 (EN ISO 10874)

Brandklasse : Bfl-S1 (EN 13501)

Verschleissverhalten : Class T (EN 660-2) 

Wärmedurchlasswert : 0,05 (,² K/W) EN 12667 ISO 8302

Massstabilität : <0,15mm (EN 24342)

Schlüsselung : <0,02mm (EN 23999)

Dimensionsstabilität : <0,02 (EN 23999)

Antistatik : <0,1kV (EN 1815)

Formaldehyd Klassifizierung : E1 (EN 717-1)

Stuhlrollenbeanspruchung : Geeignet (EN 425)

Chemikalienbeständigkeit : sehr gut (EN 423) Friseursalon geeignet

Eindruckverhalten zertifiziert : 0,01 mm EN ISO 24343-1:2020

Es gibt Millionen Gründe für einen CoreTec Boden, aber hier sind nur die wichtigsten : 

Dehnen sich nicht aus und ziehen sich nicht zusammen

Wirken Schalldämmend

Sind besonders kratzfest und fleckenunempfindlich

Müssen nicht akklimatisiert werden

Sind geeignet für Fußbodenheizung und Kühlung

Können auf jeden Untergrund verlegt werden

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