#i love blankets

[normalpeoplethiings]

pov: me in bed with three blankets on even though it is 25 degrees outside:

also can we just admire how adorable this panel is like when i look at it i start to feel warm. they look so calm and cozy and just happy. they look so happy.

[desastre-fag]

the blanket is so close to being done!! im hoping to finish it in time for my nans birthday so it can be her gift :3 i just need to finish the last shamrock panel then assemble it and do the border :D it doesn’t even fit on my extended sewing table its gonna be quite big

theres ten shamrocks on each panel ! also the way theyre alternating is already done but should i have it so the PANELS are alternating too instead of in line like they are now ??? or leave them in line ? does this even make sense.

[caregivingchrysalises]

hewooo it so cold but i have blankie! im jus happy bout blankie i wanted to share because youre so nice and i feel cared for so thank you so much baba

i’m happy about your blankie too baby, thank you so much for sharing! your prinx is also quite cold this evening, and has cocooned zerself with some very soft blankets to keep warm, and some stuffies to keep your baba company.

wishing you lasting warmth and coziness

thank you for your kind words

~ ‘tala

[c4tto626]

anyways merry christmas to everyone who like me celebrates this evening, my mom knows me well and got me a 2x2m super soft and fluffy red blanket which my cats also love very much lol

[vivaladunn]

i have to spend at least 16 hours a day wrapped up in my blankies

[your-local-gayterbottle]

you’re safe for now

i’ll bundle you up in a cozy blanket instead 🥰

-🌙

:D

yay! cozy blanket!

thank you moony <3

[tears-that-heal]

I could agree. My bed has become a safe place for me, especially during my years of chronic depression. I just remember feeling exhausted all the time. It made me feel secure and embraced whenever I’m feeling most vulnerable. I said many of a prayer in bed during those time for Jesus to be my true comfort. 🧸 🛌

zzz…

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[desastre-fag]

my nan bought me a new blanket today to go w my blue room !!! needed it after the past few days n its helpful now that i feel so ill :(

ID: a waffle style blanket folded on a bed with alternating checkerboard squares of light blue, dark blue and white. End ID.

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

Yes, we do, and you can't stop me

girls just wanna have fun (hide away in their bedrooms with piles of books until further notice)

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[chewed-gum-87]

IM FILLED WITH SO MUCH FUCKING LOVE

[pokimoko]

Ace Week is upon us again, which means it's time for me to share some more silly little critters with you all! (If you like, you can also say hello to their friends from 2021, 2022 and 2023.) ✨Go and be as amazing as always, aces✨

[not-cassiel]

Lying down in bed after a long, tiring day (aka. 1.5 hours of “normal” societal responsibilities ) is the most comfortable feeling I have ever experienced in my time as a human being.

~ Cass 🐝

[tryintheirbest]

hello people in my phone do y'all fuck with the crocheted cat blanket