#it's like a warm blanket!

[a-non-event]

Just started watching The Pitt and holy crap is it nostalgic as all hell! I know it's a different character, different show but that's our Carter all grown up and saving lives! Instant comfort show!

[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.

[cj-the-random-artist]

I let them get friendship married so Narinder can get his tax benefits lol

But legitimately. I mulled this one over repeatedly for literal months. Like. Do I want them to get married in front of the cult? Should they even get married? It would be hilarious if the Goat married them and then cried at the altar the whole time, but also... that doesn't feel right, so maybe I won't do that. And then once I decided it should be a personal friendship-marriage ritual where it's just the pair of them making vows to each other, I wrote four different scripts and hated them all and ended up just pulling this one out of thin air pretty much on the spot and that was that. At one point, I wanted Lambert to basically suggest this idea and then have them get friend-married on the spot, but that didn't feel right (and it was also gonna be unreasonably long) so that's why there's no context going into this one. And the actual friend-marriage ritual is... maybe not the best designed one ever? I wanted it to in some ways be similar to like, the way I imagine a romantic marriage happening in the cult- the parties exchange vows and do rings and stuff...? (If it's not obvious, I haven't been to many weddings...) But I figured they wouldn't want an audience, or to party with the whole cult afterwards, or anything like that. I also had them kiss each other's rings as opposed to like... faces... because one of the fights I had with myself in deciding how I would want this to go was whether it would make sense for them to kiss or not. And I ultimately decided that in this AU at least they just wouldn't want to. They're also wearing the rings on their not ring fingers cuz. Honestly it just felt right that way. Based on vibes. But basically I just wanted them to exchange a vow of eternal partnership in a very casual, chill setting, because I don't picture QPR AU Narilamb doing... anything other than that.

Also this is the rest of Lambert's office, which I actually had a pretty clear vision for after my last doodle but I didn't really bother to draw before starting this comic. Maybe I should've but eh it looks good enough. Interior backgrounds are hard......

Anyways. I think I'm happy with this one? I was enamored by the concept of a chill friendship marriage, so I definitely leaned into it here. As per usual, it's not perfect, I think I could've done a lot of stuff better / differently, but honestly?? If I were to ever get friend-married I would want it to go about like this, it makes my little aroace heart happy, and I spent too long on it to not show it to anybody. Thus. Enjoy, and also happy new year cuz I totally forgot to make a post individually about that...

[gouinisme]

no nuance allowed. if there was an option to completely lose both the ability and the need to sleep. you can never be tired from lack of sleep again but you can lack energy from lack of nutrients or exertion. would you take it?

try to choose one. pliz explain in the tags

[andhumanslovedstories]

Boy we don’t treat chronic pain patients well, huh. I had a patient tonight who was adamant that the hospitalist I paged wasn’t going to order an extra dose of oxycodone to address the acute pain they were having on top of their chronic pain. They were so convinced that at one point I found myself saying, “the doc ordered it! We got it! Here it is! The thing you are saying is impossible and unattainable is in my hand as we speak!” I had to interrupt them mid-sentence to say this. I had to wiggle the med cup at the patient until they processed it. I’ve never had to work so hard to convince someone of the existence of ten milligrams of oxycodone.

[kydnexploded]

kissing yo homies good night

my jervis is a touchy person, so he likes to hug and kiss his fellow friends, dont care if its male or female. jon its a bit shocked because he isnt usually like being touched (definetly not because he has a little secret crush on jervis).

[dirtytransmasc]

I think I need MelVik connecting when Viktor was on his sick bed. they had been amicable before, maybe a little more than that due to their connection through Jayce and her presence around Hextech and such. but they weren't entirely friends. not yet.

and she goes to see him. perhaps she feels a tinge of guilt at assuming the worst about Jayce, or her bleeding heart makes her feel responsible for keeping Jayce out of the lab when Viktor had needed him. maybe Jayce needs to step out for a moment, and she soothes his worry by promising to sit with Viktor. maybe she just wants to be closer to the man that's so painfully important to the one she loves, wants to befriend him, wants to know him, all before it's far too late.

maybe it's a little bit of each.

but she goes to see him. she sits in the chair that Jayce has nearly worn a hole through, and keeps a semi-awkward distance between them, not knowing what is too close and too far.

this man is dying. he is dying and he has accepted that. he looks like a corpse. cold emanates off of him. he is something she doesn't fully understand.

she doesn't know how to approach.

but she does.

she greets softly and speaks softly and hesitates to touch, but rests a hand over Viktor's and feels how cold he is, even as a sickly warmth brews in his bones, leeching the warmth from his skin and the energy from his body.

he seems surprised she's there. it feels out of place. like the song and dance of their dynamic has shifted, and now he needs to relearn the steps. and now this is a dance of two, not three.

she will tell Viktor, in enough detail to be understood and not enough to be awkward, where Jayce was. because it feels right to confess. it's not an apology, but the avoidance of keeping something like a secret from a dying man.

Viktor will probably just nod and say something self deprecating, because what else do you say when your body is already making a joke of itself? before assuring her that Jayce is not his keeper, that she is not to blame, but even that comes off as some twisted attempt at humor. sue him for being sardonic as he lay dying.

but unlike Jayce, who will cringe at the jokes, she will hide a smile behind her fingers, muffling a soft, if not saddened, chuckle in her palm.

Viktor's eyes will light up ever so slightly.

she'll feel awkward once more. should she have laughed? was this playing into a complex? was this right of her?

Viktor will smile weakly.

she'll feel a little less awkward.

she will realize Viktor needs someone to laugh with. that Jayce, bless his soul, cannot be that person for Viktor. his worry has brewed too long. it's too strong.

but maybe a fresh face like Mel's can be there to smile when Jayce cannot. will laugh when Jayce cannot. can make cheeky jokes and pokes and prods.

the three fit together like 3 pieces of 3 broken puzzles. they fit together, not perfectly, but they fit, and create a finished object, even if off kilter her and uneven there. but it's ok, they're making due.

[mrmeepsmadmind]

his horns (finials) (idk)(ears)(whatever) shaking... the jumping ??? the struggling 😭 the off center twitching ..he is PISSED. AWF !!!!!!

[5hrignold]

i really love how amanda straight up attacked wooly when she first saw him near the start of the game yelled at him to leave and denied that they’re friends but then for the rest of the game they were actually like the most sweetest and calm that they’ve ever been in the whole series . no matter how sick of eachother they get or how badly they hurt eachother they’re the one other thing in the world that they have and can rely on and talk to. and i also just adore what both of their personalities have sorta morphed into and how their dynamic has sort of slightly switched around in a way with wooly being kinda more outgoing and daring and amanda just seeming tired and done

[mocking-the-bird]

oops my hand slipped

[greykolla-art]

*grabs you by the collar* WAKE UP BILLY! IT’S STAR TREK TIME!🖖

gotta happen every other year over here, it’s the law!

[myartsing]

Fanart for my favourite hualian fanfic Palm-Sized Love ! It's so well written and so cute im obsessed with it.....Not to mention that i would kill for mermaid lian lian <3

Go read it, fall in love and leave lots of love for the author

[the-girl-from-another-place]

We should be able to send arthur care packages like in the hunger games

[its-a-me-mango]

Mango and Hexsy watching House M.D.

Mango: wtf that's like insanely medically inaccurate

Hexsy: if you don't like it, we can turn it off and watch-

Mango: no this is my comfort show I like it

Hexsy: oh, okay :3

And then they proceed to have a weighted blanket over them as Mango rants, and Hexsy listens intently to him explaining what's inaccurate and giving medical facts in the process

I stg this man will be all "oh it's my comfort show I watch it because it makes me happy uwu" one minute and the next he'll be pulling out an entire books worth of reasons why the show sucks and its bad and inaccurate and why it makes him mad and angry. You're welcome to study him.

[selene-and-the-cold]

I am craving Christmassy cold snzarios so much! Give me all the sick, sniffly, guys with feverish cheeks and cold hands, trying to get warm in their flimsy coats and thin scarves, standing in the snowstorm with their chic, but oh so not warm leather shoes... skittering across icy streets and falling into heaps of snows, cursing and muttering under their breath as they sniffle and sneeze and fumble for the handkerchief they should have replaced hours ago...

[gardensnakie]

waaaaaa.... loop being alone at night when siffrin is up in the clocktower.... isn't it freezing!? Do they just- knock out? Try to sleep before it gets too cold? Do they hibernate, does their body keep them warm enough- just enough- barely enough?

Do they curl up at the base of the tree, make themselves as small as possible because that's how they learned to conserve warmth better, just how they did during those old nights but without a cloak? How do they feel during the nights? Nostalgic? Pathetic? Nothing at all?

Do they dare to think of how their greatest fear came true. Since it all ends! This is where they would've been if they let it all end! Cold and alone, grasping for any warmth left from the world. They would never selfishly take it from the people they held so dear, so why did the Universe mock them like this? Thoughts like that, unless it was too cold to even manage a thought