#i crocheted a crochet hook case

[newtness532]

i think it's important that every once in a while, you make something with no expectations of it turning out perfect

[princesspumpkinmuffin]

Hello knitters, cross-stitchers, embroiderers, and any other textile artists who see this!

Does anyone know of anywhere online that offers the ability for folks to meet up virtually with each other? I'm looking for an online version of like a sewing guild. It would be nice to meet people and share WIPs and tips and tricks, but also build relationships. I'm not talking about forums or FB groups (there are plenty of FB groups and god i hate FB) - I'm looking for something more real time like discord or some kind of video chat.

If you know of something that already exists, definitely let me know. If you don't know of anything...does this sound like something you would be interested in if I can find the motivation to start something?

[666bedbugs]

I have two skeins of fuzzy black yarn that I’ve tried making clothing with multiple times over the last year with no luck because of how thick it is but last night I started following a crochet balloon sleeve shrug tutorial on YouTube and it’s coming along soooooo nicely already omg I’m gonna put lil cat ears on the hood when I’m done eEeeEEEEEE it’s gonna be so warm n cozy n cute /ᐠ •ヮ• マ Ⳋ

[frogseasons]

been having a lot of fun lately just doing art for my own enjoyment. people are right when they say making shit art is still making art

[shiniestcrow]

had to replace my phone case and decided to use some of the corvid stickers I got for christmas :3

[phantasieandmirare]

Got my crochet back out after a month because I could feel my entire brain sliding off the pedestal and I had to frog and redo two rows already cause I got ahead of myself but at least I can still do it

[mor-and-more]

Have you ever been hit with "oh I LOVE this pattern but also I'm reusing this, this and that parts of it differently"?

Because I found an Absolutely Beautiful Crocheted Raglan Turtleneck

And I just had to buy it, y'know? It absolutely called to my desire of using my sock yarns in Beautiful Things I Will Wear

But also it's short sleeved, yet I can easily just Keep Going with the sleeve length! And keep the Different Coloured Sleeves for funsies :3c

And also add ribbing on them. And on the bottom, too. Maybe even knit ribbing, because that would be easier to calculate and less tedious than crocheting the ribbing to then see on or going perpendicularly and grabbing a stitch of the sleeve/hem every 2 rows... But that's something I'll decide on later

Also I'm anxious every time the ribbing circumference is given as number too close to my actual neck circumference, because I'm not sure if that's the Full Stretch or Scrunched Up one. Because my head is wider than my neck, and I don't like when the turtleneck is squishing my head when I'm putting it on... But hey, the ribbing goes sideways in crochet! At least where I've done it.

Also I'm sitting on my hands to NOT buy 3 more patterns from the same designer immediately. They are just so lovely!! But also.. there's the desire to first "get to know each other", i.e. get a really good look at one of their patterns first!..

[garaksapprentice]

I am both of these people simultaneously. I start new things with abandon, and things can potentially sit around for years (my oldest current WIP is from 2014) but after a certain point the sheer amount of half-done *stuff* hanging around gets to me, and I go on a "finish ALL THE THINGS" bender until the number feels reasonable/I have space again.

I love when I see posts like "Share how many crochet WIPs you currently have! I have 5, it's so many!"

Like, girl, I have unfinished projects from over a decade ago that I refuse to frog on the off chance I decide to finish them. I've found years-old projects I forgot I even started and will impulsively just finish it on the spot. I've started three different projects in the last 2 months, including one I started yesterday, that I already know I may or may not finish within the year depending on motivation.

The number of WIPs I have is infinite.

[love-toxin]

anyways.......pillow humping (& object insertion) w/ tommy....

because I love the "good christian boy who's feral but not allowed to jack off" trope, Tommy teaching the sweetheart that Hoyt brought home for him how to grind on his pillow to get off. he insists through gestures you can't do anything dirty or touchy together cause momma says you'll go to hell if you do that, so pillow humping it is. it's the only way he's ever discovered on his own to get some kind of relief and he's glad to show you. ecstatic, really. he should probably change out his pillow case cause it's rank and it's got sweat stains and god knows what else on it, but....it makes him feel hotter knowing you're riding the same pillow he uses when he's pent up and dying for some kind of friction.

Tommy watches you after you've stripped off your lower half and sat up on his pillow, straddling it, your pretty little clit peeking out from the folds of his dark, dirty pillowcase. your shy, soft eyes as you try to get him to look away, trembling as you start clumsily brushing your folds back and forth against the fabric. it's already soaked within a minute or two and Tommy's in heaven. he's not just gonna inhale it when you're done, he's gonna hold that pillow to his crotch and spill all over it while he imagines spilling into you.

at some point he realizes you're not gonna be able to get off like this--you're too gentle--so he has to grab you by the waist and grind your hips down by force. making you really feel the friction that's gonna get you there. he hasn't got experience with women but he can tell it's working better when you start making those soft noises, when you jerk against his grip but you're too delicate and can't break out of it to run away from the pleasure. he can tell cause he's done it a hundred times himself and he knows what it feels like to cum from nothing but cotton and fabric pulling against your needy sex, dragging down wet flesh and slick until it becomes too much.

you're so cute when you run away. tugging and slapping at his hands to let you go when you weren't before, cause you're gonna cum and he knows you're gonna cum but it's coming too rough and it's gonna ruin you--your legs keep shaking and your hips won't stop bucking, mindlessly chasing more pleasure even though your dumb little brain wants you to stop and see sense. you just have to let it go. just let him push you down on the pillow like a doll, cause he knows you're gonna like it in the end. you need it. it's okay. it's not against the rules, you can do it, he's watching.

but it's more of a problem when the cord inside you snaps and you keel over like you're in prayer, hunched forward and gripping him with nails digging into his skin while the pleasure swarms over you. eyes rolling back and your head going blank--you didn't need any thoughts in there anyways--gasping and trying not to scream out cause momma would kill you if she found out what you two were doing under her roof. Tommy clumsily shushing you while still trying to see, lifting you up like your weight is nothing to him so he can watch your parts spasm and drool all over. he wants to touch it so bad but he knows he can't, he just has to make do with watching and committing those twitches to memory as your body bears down around nothing. if he could just put his fingers up there....and what would it taste like?

part of him really wants to sit you on his lap, on his meaty thigh, and have you do the same thing over his pants. but he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and he'd go over the edge, cum in his pants and then make you feel it on his fingers when he smears it inside you. but if he can't be inside you yet...he could always find other stuff to do it. it might scare you a bit but he needs to know how you'd react.

the end of a hairbrush, the handle of a knife, a tube of lipstick momma bought you, a crochet hook turned around.....anything and everything he can find. once he's coaxed you into the butterknife handle, he gets the idea and wants you to "bless" all of his butchery tools for good luck. picks them out one by one, (thoroughly cleaned, of course, only the best for you) and slowly eases them into you, doesn't stop until you've ridden the thick handle enough to cream all over it and then it's lucky. he takes it day by day--every day is a new tool, a new object he can use to get you off and explore that sensitive area of you where his cock isn't allowed to go yet. it makes him so eager and nervous to do it for real when the time finally comes around....but won't it be so special, though? cause he'll know you so well by then, all you'll be able to do is cry and moan his name as he takes you to the brink over, and over, and over again.

[coquitokisses]

From fear to forever | Dean Winchester

Pairings: Dean Winchester x pregnant!reader

Word count: 2.8k

A/n: chatgpt had to give me some ideas on how to write a birth/labor scene cuz i got not much experience writing shit like this lmao hope i could make it at least a bit good tho lol also, I finally made a masterlist for this small series, you can find the link at the end of this fic!

“It needs a name, y/n.” You heard Dean’s voice at your bedroom door

“I know.” You muttered still laying on the bed, not facing him

These last few weeks have been rough. You haven’t really been in a good mood and you’re almost every time in your room. Sam and Dean occasionally go and try to get you out, even if it’s just to walk around the bunker, because they know that the doctor told you that you should be walking more since the baby can come any day now.

And no, it still doesn’t have a name. And you don’t know their gender either, you kinda wanted it to be a surprise. Both, you and Dean.

But he’s been trying to talk you into thinking names in the last couple of days. Which you haven’t really thought about, to be honest.

“I just.. I don’t have any in mind.” You sighed

“Well then you can just hear the ones I have in mind and choose which one you like.” He suggests, you smile a little at his attempt to try and get you in a better mood

After a few seconds you finally responded “Maybe later.”

You’ve just been feeling a little upset lately and you think it’s probably because the day is getting closer and soon you’ll meet the little creature that you’ve had inside of you for the last nine months and it scares you.

It scares you because you’re still thinking that you’re not ready or that you won’t be a good mom. Jody has been telling you to stop thinking that, she keeps saying it comes natural and that you’ll be a great mom because once you have it in your arms, you immediately have that instinct to protect it with your life.

“Do you need anything?” He asked

“Not for now.” You replied

“Okay, well I’ll probably be in my room in case you need anything.” He said “Sam is in the library.”

You just nodded“Okay.”

You heard the door closing and left out a sigh. You didn’t want to feel like this but you couldn’t help it. And seeing Dean so enthusiastic and excited about this, it kinda lifts your spirits sometimes, but it also made you feel like shit because if he was that excited, then why weren’t you?

You never would’ve thought he would be excited to have a baby, let alone with you, out of all the women he’s had in his life.

You stayed in bed for a while after you decided to just get out of your room. You pushed the blanket off your body and then got up from the bed. You tied your hair in a low ponytail and then got out of your room to go to Dean’s.

You grabbed the doorknob and opened the door slowly, only sneaking your head in, Dean was watching tv.

“Come in.” He said lowering the volume

You walked in closing the door behind you and you rested your back against it before talking.

“I like Raine.” You said “It’s unisex and it also has different spellings.”

“Raine sounds good.” He nodded

“I also like River.. or Emerson.” You walked up to his bed and laid down next to him

“I was going with Noah, so simple.” He said “And it’s unisex too.”

You giggle “I like Noah.” You nodded

“Oakley is cute too.” He wrapped his arm around you

“It is.. and Haven.”

“Haven is pretty.” He nodded “We have a lot of options.” He looked at you “We just have to choose.”

“But it’s so hard.”

“Well you choose two and I’ll choose two as well.” He said

“Okay, well I choose Raine and Emerson.”

“I’ll go with Noah and Oakley.”

“If it’s a girl and we choose Noah, then it’s Noa without the h, it looks more girly that way.”

He chuckled “Deal.”

* a few days later *

“And there you have it.” Rowena put the crochet hook and the yarn on the table “A little sweater for your wee thing.”

“It’s so cute.” You grabbed the piece of clothing in your hands, looking at it and realizing how small it actually was “It’s so small.” You muttered “Is it gonna fit?”

“Why of course, dear, I can assure you, babies are a lot smaller than we think.” She replied

She’s been hanging around for the last few days since the boys have been kinda busy working on different cases, they thought that maybe some company would be actually good in case you had to rush to the hospital. You were thinking of Donna or Jody, or even Cas maybe, you never thought that Sam would actually call Rowena to come over. But since she’s hasn’t been on the guys’ bad side as of late, well they agreed to talk to her so she could stay with you. Also, they’ve asked for her help for other things so that’s why they agreed.

And you’ve come to actually like her more, she’s been nothing but helpful, always telling you tips and tricks that are probably gonna help you when the baby gets here.

“Thanks, Rowena.” You gave her a small smile

“How are you feeling?” She asked

You sigh “Tired.”

“Anything else?”

“A little pain in my lower back, but it’s not too much.”

“Sam called and said they’re two hours away.” She said “Why don’t you go and rest a bit, aye?”

“Yeah, I’ll probably just go and watch some tv.” You said getting up from the chair and let out a soft gasp as you felt a sharp pain in your lower stomach

“Are you okay?” Rowena asked noticing how you’re wincing

“Yeah.” You say as you feel the pain going away “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s probably just the Braxton hicks.” You reply grabbing the little sweater Rowena crocheted for the baby

“Call me if you feel anything else.”

You nodded. “I will.”

You headed to your room and decided to watch some tv for a while. You were feeling pretty tired and you had a little pain in your lower back, it wasn’t that strong and the pain was coming and going which didn’t really bother you, it wasn’t unbearable so you just tried to get comfortable in bed switching positions trying to make it go away.

You were starting to get hungry so you got up to go to the kitchen and prepare a sandwich. You sat on the table and as you were finishing your sandwich, you saw Dean come into the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re back.” You say putting the sandwich back on the plate

“Yup, we got here like 20 minutes ago, I was taking a very needed shower.” He walked up to you and left a kiss on your head “How are you feeling?”

“My lower back hurts a little.” You sighed “But I’m okay.”

“Just your lower back?” He asks

“Well when I was making the sandwich I kinda felt like a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, but it went away pretty quick.” You explained

“And you’re sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm.” You nodded taking the last bite of the sandwich “How was the hunt?”

“Messy and bloody.” He sat next to you and he placed one of his hands on your belly “Woah, it feels very hard.”

“That’s what she said.” You say and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and laugh at your comment

“Has it been moving a lot?”

“Yeah, actually, I couldn’t sleep last night.” You replied “It’s ready to come out.”

“I’m ready too, how long is this gonna take? I want it out. Now.” He said caressing your belly

“Patience.” You laughed “I want it out too, but we can’t really rush it.”

“I know.” He pouted

“It’ll happen soon, you’ll see.”

“I sure hope so.” He says “Wanna come and have a walk around the bunker?”

You groan “Not really.”

“Well that’s a shame.” He says as he gets up from the table “Come on.”

“Aren’t you tired? Cuz I am.”

“You’re always tired, baby.” He said “Now get up.”

You just roll your eyes and get up too, but you had to stop when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach.

“Ah, shit.” You winced, your hand immediately going to your belly as you held onto the table with the other one

“You okay?” Dean was quick to come to your side to help you

“Yeah, just give me a second.” You said resting your forehead on his shoulder, your eyes were closed because of the pain

It started to slowly fade away and you could stand up straight again.

You took a deep breath “Okay, we can go.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Dean’s hand was on your lower back

You roll your eyes “Yes, now come on before I change my mind.” You grabbed him by the wrist

You put the plate on the sink before you both walked out of the kitchen and started your nightly routine of just walking around in the bunker. 15 minutes went by and again, you felt that same pain in your stomach, only this time it was stronger.

“Fuck, oh my god..” you moaned bending a little because the pain was so much that you couldn’t even stand up straight

“What is it?” Dean asks

“It hurts.. it’s like a really bad cramp, ah!” You quickly grabbed your belly “Fucking hell.”

“I don’t think this are Braxton Hicks anymore.” He said running his hand over your back

“Yeah, me neither.. holy shit.” You had one hand on your belly and the other one was gripping Dean’s arm

“You wanna sit down?” He asks and you just nod in response

He helped you walk over to the library but the pain got worse by the time you got there.

“Oh my god..” you placed your hands on the table “I can’t..” you had to bend over the table resting your arms on it

“I think we should go to the hospital.”

“Yeah..” you said breathless “I think so too.”

“Come on, sit here while I go grab your things.” He said

While he was helping you move from the corner of the table over to the chair, you swore you felt something wet running down your legs.

“Oh my god!” You gasped looking down

“What?!” He asked

“Oh my god.. I think my water just broke, holy fuck, Dean, oh my god, oh my god.”

You knew you had to keep your cool but it was impossible. This was the first time you were gonna give birth and now that the moment has come, you’re terrified!

Now you’re realizing that all the cramps you’ve felt throughout the day were contractions and that you’ve basically been in labor the whole day. Which made you freak out even more.

“I’m gonna cry..” you say trying to control your breathing

“Don’t cry, baby, we got this.” Dean said as he moved your hair out of your face “We’re going to the hospital right now.”

Before you can respond, another contraction hits, and you stumble a little, gripping the table to steady yourself. Your face tightens with pain and Dean’s mind races, realizing just how fast this is happening. This baby isn’t waiting for anyone.

You look at him “I- I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the hospital, Dean.”

“Son of a bitch..” he mutters under his breath pacing for a moment before looking around the bunker like it might magically turn into a maternity ward “Okay, okay, let’s get you more comfortable.. your room?”

“I don’t know!” You snap

“Shit.. okay, just breathe, honey.” He caresses your back trying to soothe your pain “Fuck, I don’t know what the fuck are we supposed to do now! This isn’t what we had in mind.. fuck.”

“I know that! Do you think my mind is thinking about something else other than the excruciating pain that I’m feeling right now?! I don’t know what to do either!” You reply

Just as he’s about to talk again, there’s a soft voice from the doorway.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam asks as he enters the library along with Rowena

“It’s the baby!” You and Dean yell at the same time

“Is it time?” Sam walked over to where you both were

You sigh “What do you think?”

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before Dean spoke “Yeah, she’s not in the best mood right now.”

“We gotta get her to the hospital.” Sam said

“No!” You said “As much as I hate to say it, we’re not gonna make it to the hospital in time.”

“Oh, no. This can’t be happening now.” You heard Rowena say

Sam glares at her. “Rowena”

“I’m just stating the obvious.” Rowena replies, her eyes flitting from Dean to you. “We’re not prepared for a delivery here. I mean, do you even have a birth plan?”

Dean’s head snaps toward her. “I don’t even have a clue what I’m doing here, Rowena!”

But Rowena is already moving. “Alright, alright,” she says, stepping forward to assess the situation “Let’s get her to the infirmary, Dean, you’re coming with me and Sam, you go and grab some towels and blankets.”

“But Rowena..” Sam starts, but Rowena cuts him off.

“Don’t you start. I’ve delivered babies before, you know.” Her tone is matter-of-fact, but she looks at you and offers a small, reassuring smile. “It’s just… a little unexpected, that’s all.”

“It sure is.” You nod

“Now come on, boys, chop chop, we have a baby to deliver.” Rowena says

Dean and Rowena help you get to the infirmary and once you’re there, you lay down on one of the beds.

Dean looks down at you, his chest tight with anxiety. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

You catch his gaze and manage a small smile, despite the pain. “Tell me about it.”

Dean bites his lip, trying to control his nerves. This wasn’t how he pictured the delivery of his child. But as your hand grips his, and Sam rushes around the room bringing the things that Rowena told him, Dean starts to realize something. In the middle of all the chaos, in the overwhelming fear that’s consuming him, he feels something else too. A fierce, unshakable need to protect.

“Alright.” Rowena calls, her voice shifting to a more authoritative tone now “We need to keep this moving. Dean, don’t just stand there. Focus.”

Dean nods, swallowing his fear. He sits beside you, his hands gently holding yours as you breathe through another contraction. He can feel your hand shaking and the last thing he wants is to show how terrified he actually is.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.” He whispers, trying to reassure you

“You’re saying that to make me feel better or for you?”

“I think both.” He shrugs and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle

Sam’s been running back and forth, but as Rowena starts to guide you through the process, Sam looks at Dean with a soft smile, one that says, you’ve got this. Dean doesn’t know how, but with Rowena’s instructions, Sam’s calm presence, and the small baby steps toward the delivery, he starts to believe that maybe they can get through this.

After what felt like forever, which included of a lot of tears, a lot of sweat and a lot of pain, you finally hear that loud cry that immediately made your whole body relax, even though you were in pain still, you felt an immense relief that it was over.

“It’s a little girl.” Rowena said as she put the baby on your chest wrapped up in a blanket

“Oh my god..” you looked at the baby with a mix of shock and happiness in your eyes, you couldn’t believe she was right already, but you were very happy about it “Hi, baby.” You whisper caressing her cheek with your thumb softly

“She’s so tiny.” Dean said looking at her

“She is.” You smile and then turned your head to look at him

“You did great.” He said running his hand through your hair

“We did great.” You told him and he gave you a small smile

“So.. Noa without the h?” He raised his eyebrows

You giggle “How about Oakley?”

“I liked Raine, not gonna lie.”

“Then, how about Oakley Raine?”

He nodded “Sounds good to me.”

“Welcome to the world, little miss.” You brushed your nose on her cheek “Do you wanna hold her?”

He nods “Yes, of course.”

You gave the baby to Dean and he carefully placed one of his hands to the back of her head to support it while he was holding her body with his arm. She was so little that she fitted perfectly in her forearm.

“Hey, baby girl.” He mutters while looking at the baby “Gosh, she’s perfect.”

She sure was unexpected, but hell, she was everything you both needed and you didn’t even know it until now.

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A/n: idk why but in my mind, Rowena just had to be there, you know? Lol 💀 btw I’m planning on writing a prequel to oh, baby! Like, Dean and y/n’s one night stand, what do we think? 👀

Likes, comments & reblogs will be appreciated! <3

Taglist: @mychemicalfalloutpilotsstuff @multiversefanfics @ladykitana90

[cheerleaderman]

Designated Flame print Items because Jamil

yes I put thought into this

Yuusha ( @crystallizsch ) - Coffee cups and sketchbook + pencils

Mayu ( @anbaisai ) his hoodie, teddy bear and bento box

Oz ( @viperbunnies) blue version of hoodie, crochet hook and blow

Flori ( @bunniehunn) Scabbard ( thing you put your sword in) and mic

Elena ( @angelwishess) flame print themed Tarot cards and painted sea shell ( some made into a necklace)

Fayrouz ( @fell-e ) scarf and bat

Dranav ( @justm3di0cr3) swimsuit and painted shells

Liz ( @twstgo ) bows and a pencil case

Rebecca ( @0honeybones0) decking the girl out in accessories and socks

Talus ( @theolivetree123 ) A book , Journal just study materials

Yumi ( @marinahavik ) a bag and bows

Artemisia ( @moonyasnow ) handkerchief and bookmarks

Astrid - that stupid shower curtain and sketchbook

[solarpunkani]

Oogh

She is Stuffed

Oh yeah speaking of going to chill with The Ladies, I hope to go tomorrow (and my mom wants to come too lmfao) and it will be the first Official Test of the sunflower bag of legend

First official test meaning first time I'm gonna carry it with stuff in it outside of the house.

All I really plan to put in there is some balls of yarn, some hooks, maybe some scissors, and my little flat tray of safety pins and yarn needles, so nothing too too heavy (well except for my 1 pound yarn balls but yknow) but I'm still both excited and nervous. If I really wanna test it out, I might put my ipad in there for good measure.

I'll report back with my results.

[aloesarchives]

JJK Drabble #2

Tw/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Fluff, Fluff Brainrot, Domesticity, Family Man Toji, Usage of Wife and Mom, JJK Oc added

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Reader: Female, Usage of Wife and Mom

AU: Modern/"Toji Lives" Au

(A/N): I'm back! Well, kinda of. Long story short, dealt w/college stuff and had a health scare that kept me away from writing. Also had a mini burnout too. More is explained here!

Thinking about Toji taking up crocheting and knitting because he saw how expensive yet cheaply made certain items like blankets are made. So he buys a simple set to try it out, following Youtube tutorials and watching videos for ideas. Once he masters the basics, Toji is LOCKED IN once again. Making full on hand-made blankets, scarves, hats, mittens/gloves, stuffed animals, covers/cases, bags, scrunchies, even damn rugs. Anything you ask him for, he’ll make it. This ends up being very practical to Toji because he saves so much money by just making them at home himself. It has to be the premium, natural, good quality type. Organic cotton, wool, cashmere, alpaca/llamas, silk, linen, mohair, bamboo, hemp, all of that. Tell him about polyester or something and he tells you to put that shit back. He buys the premium yarn nearby, locally, or gets them imported internationally. Gets every and any colors because he never wants to be limited when making his projects.

There was a throw blanket you wanted for the couch but it was expensive and the size was a lot smaller than you hoped. The next day, you come home to see Toji making it for you. The same color but better quality and inexpensive, and it was the size you wanted too. You were happy and amazed that he made it within a day. Living off your praise and approval, Toji just makes everything. Since he can’t get carpal tunnel or arthritis, his hands and wrists never get tired from working. Though, his posture does get bad and his back aches from being hunched over. The blanket in your bedroom with Toji? He made that shit with fucking love and care. He actually made multiple ones depending on the weather and season. 

Man has even made throw pillows, regular pillows, water bottle cases, table cloths, coasters, bags, cushions, and made your own curtains. I mentioned before that everything in your home was either made, customized, or renovated by Toji. This stays TRUE because almost all the pillows and blankets in the house are his creation. The blankets and pillows that cover Megumi and Tsumiki’s beds? All Toji. Both pillows and blankets match each other and are in respective colors for the two. Megumi has one at his dorm because it gets cold over there and he hates sleeping in the cold. 

If you are a stuffed animal fiend, like me, you ask Toji to make you any stuffed animal you want. Definitely make squishmallow dupes for you if you asked him. In your personal room/office, there’s a pile of stuffed animals in the corner from Toji that you pluck one from the pile and hold it while relaxing or walking around the house. The ones he loves to make are bees, dragons, whales, dolphins and dogs. And they’re so soft and huggable, you squeeze them all the time. Toji just grins to himself knowing the things he makes brings you and the kids happiness.

Toji “Anything my wife wants, my wife gets. No questions asked” Fushiguro

It’s normal for you to come home to see Toji crocheting/knitting away at something. You either find him in three places at home: the engawa in front of the courtyard and garden, the family room with the shoji doors open, or in his personal room/office. Mostly, he sits outside sitting on the engawa working away at something. It makes him work better, or so he says. Makes his own needles and hooks because of his big hands. Megumi still has his crocheted stuffed puppy when he was younger, still going strong even though it’s been worn down from love. Tsumiki has all the Sanrio characters knitted/crocheted as gifts from Toji.

Tsumiki always wears her hair up in a ponytail, Toji makes her scrunchies in her favorite designs and colors. Her favorite cardigans and pullover sweaters that keep her warm during fall and winter were made by Toji because he wanted to try making outerwear. Luckily it worked in his favor. Tsumiki asked Toji if he could make her a tote bag because she needed a bag for outings. She comes home from school one day to see three of them in different sizes. She has those cute little flower keychains on her school bag and outing bags too because she asked Papa Toji for them. The massive white and blue circle rug in her room is from Toji.

Megumi’s winter scarf, earmuffs, and hat are made by Toji too. Megumi will never admit it out loud but he appreciates that Toji made it for him. They keep him and he doesn’t feel the wind chills nipping at his face. Megumi also appreciates his dad for making his stuffed animals. I’m projecting here but Toji made a set of plush stuffed animals after his shadows. His divine dogs, all of them. Megumi keeps them on his stuffed animal net in the top corner above his bed. Megumi wears a jacket and hoodie made by Toji all year round because of how versatile they are. In general, they’re Megumi’s favorite clothes to wear too.

Thinking about asking Toji to make a present for Nobara and Yuuji on their birthdays. You asked Nobara what her favorite color and style was while Yuuji said he wanted a new hoodie. Toji makes them pretty fast and the two are in love with their gifts. Nobara is wearing her bag EVERYWHERE, and I mean, EVERYWHERE she goes. Yuuji, like Megumi, ends up loving his hoodie that you always see him wear when he’s in casual clothes. Since Nanako and Mimiko grew up with Megumi and Tsumiki, one of Nanako’s cardigans and a pair of her socks are made by Toji while Mimiko only has a random plushie Toji made for her when she was younger because Suguru had to clean the other one.

Not me thinking about how Tsumiki, Megumi, and Mayumi(JJK OC) baby blankets are handmade by Toji himself with their own individual design and patterns. Megumi and Tsumiki’s are still in good condition even though they were lovingly used by the two throughout their whole life. Their baby hats, socks, and certain outfits were all made by him. He keeps them all in individual boxes to not lose them. Gets sentimental and nostalgic that you catch him staring as he holds the small clothes in his big hands. Reminiscing about Megumi and Tsumiki being babies and small children, now realizing that they are growing up before his eyes.

God, all of it is thoroughly well knitted and crocheted that people thought you bought it from a store. “No, actually my husband made it for me. Isn’t he skillful and amazing?” Your friends and co-workers lowkey ask you if Toji is willing to take commissions for them. They’ll pay for it obviously but they want good quality home-made items Toji makes which gives you an idea. You asked Toji if he considered making orders for other people besides his family. He did think about it but he said he would get overwhelmed when receiving orders and packing them up. You asked him if dealing with the orders and packaging them would help him change his mind. So you unintentionally set up a small business with Toji. His shop consists of blankets, bags and baskets of any kind, pot holders, rugs, coverings, and pillows. It runs where one week is for receiving orders, one month is for making them, and another month to send them out. Making a spreadsheet/list for Toji to show what he needs to make. Probably gets finished with all the orders in two weeks or something.

For some reason, Toji wears eye-glasses when he knits and crochets. You don’t know why but it makes him more handsome that your brain rots/short circuits every time you see him working away. He got you all flustered and down bad it’s insane(but absolutely valid). But you don’t understand why he would need them since he already has better vision and eye-sight than 99% of the population.

“Honey, since when do you need glasses?”

“I need it so I don’t strain my eyes when working on them?”

“Can you, like, squint? You already have 20/10 vision. You don’t need glasses when you have superhuman vision, Baby.”

“Doll, just because I have good eye-sight doesn’t mean my eyes aren’t as sensitive. My eyes are still bugged by light, shit hurts and gives me headaches. Anyway, can you pass me the blue yarn in front of ya?”

Megumi and Tsumiki always see you with their Toji. You’re chilling and minding your own business with their baby sister napping away while Toji is working away at a rug because he is bored. Even though he’s been doing this since they were young, the two still can’t get over how their dad can make a king-sized blanket(start to finish) in four hours. Or when they come home from school and see Toji finishing up on a big and long green dragon, turning to Megumi and Tsumiki asking them, “Do you two think your mom would like this?” Or they could be chilling then Toji asks them to try on the projects he finished to see how they look. Tsumiki and Megumi are his main critics, you are too but you aren’t bothered by certain details to criticize Toji’s projects so he leaves it to the kids.

Mayumi(JJK OC) is chilling by Toji as he’s working away, either sleeping away or playing with her stuffed animals close within sight. Being the three year old she is, she sometimes hides underneath the unfinished blankets and pops up from under to surprise Toji. Papa Toji gives his iconic DILF chuckle that has you  GEEKING and GIGGLING like a damn school girl when you get the chance to hear it every time. He just pats her head, calling her a little rascal or princess, then resumes.

I’m projecting once again but you know those cute crochet dolls? Like the ones with the big black eyes, big head, small body, and no mouth? Toji made those of the entire family. There’s one of himself in his iconic black compression shirt, white sweatpants, and kung fu slippers. He added a little scar too where his mouth would be. Then there is your’s, all pretty and pristine with your iconic outfit. Toji getting your colors and features down to the bone. Next is Megumi and Tsumiki, literal carbon copies of their real versions. Toji said Megumi’s hair was the hardest part to make lol. Then Mayumi’s doll is later added once she’s born. The mini Fushiguro Doll set sits on the top shelf of a pristine black display case, next to the tv, in the family room. 

He’s the type of guy you wouldn’t expect to be good at a skill like this then later found out he’s an absolute master and god among men. Toji doesn’t parade around craftsmanship because he knows how some guys have fragile egos. But he won’t shy away when people ask him about his work. Pulls out his phone to show people the things he made with two needles, one crochet hook, and a shit load of yarn.

Satoru, being the shitter he is, tries to tease and bully Toji about it. To which you reprimand and scold him for it. But Toji doesn’t care about dealing with his antics because it’s a practical skill and keeps him out of trouble. Then you remind Satoru that his winter scarf he always wears was made, the one you gifted him for his 18th birthday, was made by Toji at your request. Satoru never wore any scarf because he thought you made it for him. But for you to tell him Toji actually made it for him, Satoru shuts himself up and doesn’t shit on Toji anymore.

Toji loves it when his family uses/wears the things that he made. Usually wears a goofy smile or grin on his face to conceal his prideful yet satisfied self, knowing his creations are appreciated and loved by his family.

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[bloggerspam]

Just A Quail

for @reaching-writing , loosely inspired by Just a Quail, by Louie Zhong

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"Do you ever regret it?"

Danny blinked away the stars floating in his head, constellations slowly fading away as it turns from his astrology book up to Sam.

They were lounging in Tucker's dorm room, waiting for him to come back from his talk with one of his professors about something or other.

Sam was on Tucker's bed, crocheting another one of her purple eldritch creatures—a baby yeti, gaping maw still missing its yarn teeth.

Danny was curled up on Tuck's roommate's beanbag chair, reading as they waited in comfortable silence.

"Regret what?" Danny finally answered after too long. Sam was fiddling with the working yarn, tapping her a chewed up neon green nail against her crochet hook.

"Letting me kill you." Sam croaked out, adamantly looking down at her lap and curling up just a little more. "Again."

Danny blinked again, taken aback. "No, of course not. Why?"

"I dunno," Sam bites her lip, still not looking at him. "It's nothing. It was. I was just thinking, is all."

Danny closes his book, unfurling from the beanbag to make his way over to the bed. He slides in on her left side, not too close in case she doesn't want to be touched, leaning back against the headboard and lifting an arm.

Her teeth are making indents, rubbing the purple of her lipstick off, but she scooches under it anyway. He squeezes her shoulder, leaning his head against hers, lets the silence sit for a moment as he chooses his words.

"What is this all about?" Danny finally decides on. "I didn't think it bothered you this much. Have you been thinking about this for the last 5 years?"

Sam jolts, but grabs onto Danny's hand so he's not dislodged, whispering. "I—it's just. You've been having issues lately…"

Sam reaches over him to cradle Danny's left hand, hold it down between their laps, tracing the lichtenberg scars with a tingly gentleness.

"Is this because of my last doctor's appointment?" Danny whispers back. "Sure, I have to wear a brace now for the fine motor skills, but I hardly have any finesse anyway—"

"Your heartbeat is slow." Sam cuts off, finally looking up at him with that violet gaze, "Too slow for NASA. You get trembles in your entire arm, and you won't say it but your left eye's been fucky with vision."

Danny purses his lips, tilts his head away with a careless shrug. "I can work as an engineer instead. Sam, what is this really all about?"

"I just—I had that ethics class the other day and it made me think, you know? Really think. About how I basically took away your one dream, how I could have just. We could have found a way, and you wouldn't have to deal with all this bullshit and get to be an astronaut." Sam looks down at her lap again, looking a little crushed. "I'm going to intern at my dream non-profit. Tucker's getting recruited for that Game company he's been talking about since we were thirteen."

"And I'm going to be in school for a long while yet." Danny finishes when Sam can't. Her shoulders hunch up and squeeze just a little to hard at his hand, if he were still human that is.

"Sam, look at me." Danny urges, grabbing her hand and twisting them so that he's cradling hers instead. He waits until she complies. "Sam, all I ever wanted to do was go to space, learn about the stars, see it all up close. Maybe build rockets."

Sam's face crumples, but Danny lets go of her hands to tilt her chin up, keep her steady. "I can still do all of that—I have done all of that. Sure, it's a little harder to do as a human, but I'm not human."

Sam starts to lose that teary look to her eyes, so Danny lets her go, leans back to look up at the glow in the dark stars they stuck up on Tuck's ceiling so he'd remember them when he's lonely.

"I'm okay with where I'm at. I'm okay being human and fragile and grounded, because that's not all that I am." Danny turns his head towards her, gives her a wide smile. "How's that song go? I used to think I'd wanna be a bird of paradise…"

"But I'm happy being just a quail." Sam's smile is wobbly, but it still warms him up all the same.

The door kicks open, Tucker stepping in with an armload of books he didn't have before and pausing at the doorway when he catches them on his bed.

"….Are you guys back together?" Tucker comes fully in, dropping the books with a loud cascading thumpthumpthump. "Or is it platonic cuddle time?"

Sam and Danny share a look, laughing. Tuck grins, jumping onto the bed and causing them all to bounce all over the place.

And it's good, of course it is. They're all together, after all.

Birds of a Feather.

[the-elder-lifter]

random lil pieces of 🏋️ advice

🏵️bring stuff with you - at a makeup store, bring your "empties" so you "know what you need to buy", at a craft store it depends what specifically you're there for but i crochet, so i'd bring like a lil ball of yarn that i'm trying to "color match", you get the idea, it's a very normal thing to do and gives you a great excuse to be rummaging in your bag/pockets

🏵️talk on the phone - people on the phone tend to pace, wander, fiddle with things, pick things up, etc, and the SAs wont be paying attention to you.

🏵️if you're going to carry hooks or magnets, conceal them on your body. if you get caught, having tools makes it planned instead of spontaneous

🏵️building on that, if you ever get caught, always always say it was an impulse, you don't know why you did it, it was stupid, you saw your friends do it, etc.

🏵️wear sweatbands on your arms, like halfway up your forearm. you can tuck pencil/lipstick size items into it.

🏵️easily forgotten detail, remember to put something soft at the bottom of your bag if you're going to drop things into it 😉

🏵️if you're planning to return things, always pay with cash and use a fake phone/email if they ask for one. honestly, pay with cash as often as possible in general. the last thing you want is a store building a case against you and getting your info from your credit card

🏵️sometimes when doing returns, stores will ask for your ID. say you forgot it at home/recently lost it. if they give you any grief, just offer to come back another time. this is how stores track you in their system and potentially flag you for suspicious activity.

🏵️you should have a fake name, phone number, address, and email address memorized and ready to rattle off.

🏵️wintertime special: wear too many warm things. hat & scarf. be holding a few items in your hand, set most of them down, take off your hat/scarf and shove it in your bag along with 1-2 items.

(can y'all tell i like sleight of hand better than finding a blind spot to conceal? looking for cameras is the most sus thing you can do, imho)

[inosukijiro]

✮⋆˙ modern!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻. ━ one minute, you were at home and the next, you were gone. but now, here you are, and it looks like you're here to stay!

𖤐 ��𝗻𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 .ᐟ hiiii, first post in a few months huh (╥﹏╥). anyways i’ve had this idea in my brain for a really looong time so im v happy to get this out of my drafts. also i never wrote headcanons or for spn before so i hope its okayyy <3

𖤐 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 .ᐟ none?  lowercase intended. gender-neutral reader unless stated otherwise. modern reader in spn. this was supposed to be shorter then i yapped a little too much oops. 1.02k words.

  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───

𖤐 .ᐟ you are a long way away from home, whether you like it or not. you try so hard to maintain your composure, because in your mind, there is no point in freaking out. but you do, just a little bit in the beginning because how could you not? you’re a nervous wreck, no doubt. and the boys can’t really blame you.

𖤐 .ᐟ you are armed with nothing more than your crochet hook, your small purse, and the clothes on your back. you are lost and for right now, you feel small and alone.

𖤐 .ᐟ but you are going to be put through an interrogation. they are the winchesters and can never be too careful. it’s nothing over the top, but you are from where you are and the boys had just about enough of their lives being on display. you are on your best behavior — polite and kind, but you are still nervous and a little shaky.

𖤐 .ᐟ you, who is trying to remain calm through the initial skepticism that came with popping up out of nowhere. the assumption is witches, a curse maybe. deans got the holy water ready just in case and sams flipping through lore for any type of explanation. there is, but no one likes it. there’s a recollection of something a witch had done a week ago, mentioning something about being out of this world. it’s a reach, a long shot even, but that witch is long gone. 

𖤐 .ᐟ so, here you are. you, who knows things. too many things. things that the brothers would rather you not know. you know their traumas — their childhood traumas no less. you know about most of their hunts and their world ending drama. deans wary, though sams more open to understanding. 

𖤐 .ᐟ that's because you aren’t threatening. you aren’t weird, at least not in a bad way. you aren’t obsessive, you're respectful. you don’t pry, you don’t push, you never overstep. you ask before touching anything, you clean up after yourself — making it look like you were never even there. you never bring up anything either, nothing that would be uncomfortable. nothing that would deliberately show the knowledge you had. you stayed in their present and contributed if asked. 

𖤐 .ᐟ you didn’t insert yourself in any hunts, maybe because you knew that you weren’t a hunter. or maybe because the boys would not be receptive to having to babysit you out there. but you are helpful. you organize lore books and help with research, and cook. that certainly softens dean up a bit.

𖤐 .ᐟ you’re a sweetheart, and over time it's really hard for them to stay away though. you're crafty and witty the more you come out of your shell, and it's a wonderful sight to behold. you are many things — soft and sweet, happy like sunshine; but you do have a little bark, and a little bite, and are most certainly able to keep up. you radiate such warmth that you are the calm to their chaos.

𖤐 .ᐟ the thing about you — the thing that makes it so easy for both of them — is that you already get them. there’s no need for explanations. no need to spell out their trauma or their history, because you do in fact, already know. and not in any way that makes them uncomfortable, not in a way that feels invasive. you don’t use it against them, don’t throw their past mistakes in their faces. you just understand.

𖤐 .ᐟ for sam, he doesn’t have to explain why he does anything. he doesn’t have to explain why he hesitates sometimes. why he still believed in trying to save people, even when the world has given him every reason not to. you don't see him as just sam winchester, boy king, a tragic protagonist. you just see him. you never look at him like he’s naive for wanting more than just hunting, for being drawn to books and research and the idea of a quiet life. you remind him, in little ways, that he’s allowed to want more, even if he never really gets it.

𖤐 .ᐟ and for dean… well, it takes longer for dean to get there. because it's one thing for him to slightly like you, to even tolerate your presence. it’s another to trust you and let you in. and he does. it’s the way dean stops questioning if you’re staying. the way he smiles when you giggle at his dumb jokes without forcing it. the way his heart clenches when you hand him one of his beers without him having to ask. the way you see him — the real him. not just the reckless, self-sacrificing jackass that he presented himself to be. and you don’t try to fix him. no, you would never do that. you don’t pity him. you just stay.

𖤐 .ᐟ there’s an unspoken something you notice in the way dean always finds himself standing closer to you than necessary. or the way sam’s gaze lingers a little too long when you’re focused on a book. the way both of them instinctively check to make sure you’re okay after a hunt, even though you weren't even there. how your absence feels wrong whenever you’re not with them.

𖤐 .ᐟ you do, however, treat them the way you think they deserve to be treated. with a little bit of softness and a little bit of delicacy. not too much. oh no, but just enough to not scare them away. 

𖤐 .ᐟ you don’t make them work for your understanding. they don’t have to explain why they are the way they are. why they react the way they do. why some nights they drink too much and fall apart under the weight of everything. you already know. and because of that, they don’t have to pretend with you. they can just be. 

𖤐 .ᐟ and maybe you’re stuck, trying to find your place in their world. sometimes you think that you have no business being here. it's dangerous with everything that goes on in their lives. and… that's okay. they’ll help you. they’ll pick you up and bring you in close. they’ll bring you back when you're distant — pull you back to reality. because you aren’t alone, you’re with them.

ᝰ .ᐟ lmk if i cooked or not chat, ty (˶˃⤙˂˶)