#katie knits

[clandestinegardenias]

Left-hand Franklin Relic Glove is complete!!

Turns out the glove that McClintock’s (attempted) rescue mission of the Franklin Expedition found was the right-hand one an expedition member had lost/left behind, so I actually knit the one they theoretically kept with them.

Next—knitting the ‘lost’-yet-found right-hand glove and reuniting the pair.

This has been such an incredibly meaningful and emotional knit for me. Lots of reflection on the act of creation as an act of love, the memories held within objects, connecting to history through craft, and the nature of tragedy.

That’s a lot for a knit glove, but there you have it.

Immeasurable thanks to @dead-ghost-walking , the designer of the pattern. Their research into it makes for a fascinating read; check out their post about it or the pattern notes on Ravelry

[tundrakatiebean]

I love when you get to the point where you can start to see the pattern forming!

[miamaimania]

"A Day for Destroying Things" by Katy Batsel

[un-pearable]

lookin at the chao garden hats in the movie. i could make that…

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

My tastes in women ranges from sunshine and apple pie angels like Katie Ledecky to demon-possessed she-devil that will eat your heart and lick the blood from their face while smiling like Rhea Ripley.

And I love them both and every woman in between.

[muirneach]

there’s this one really gorgeous ravelry pattern i want to do so bad and its a free pattern but its been marked as discontinued and you csnt download it off the site and i cant find a copy of it anywhere this is EVIL

[k4tie75]

This week I've been told by 2 of my friends on separate occasions that i 1 give big bisexual energy and 2 that I look like the type of person that would know how to crochet

[halfling-myth-lady]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Digimon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters: Ruby & Sapphire & Emerald | Pokemon Ruby Sapphire Emerald Versions, Pocket Monsters: Scarlet & Violet | Pokemon Scarlet & Violet Versions, Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Haruka | May/Lutia | Lisia, Haruka | May/Yuuki | Brendan, Lutia | Lisia/Yuuki | Brendan, Haruka | May & Mitsuru | Wally & Yuuki | Brendan, Aoi | Juliana/Nemo | Nemona (Pokemon), Aoi | Juliana & Botan | Penny (Pokemon Scarlet & Violet), Aoi | Juliana & Pepper | Arven Characters: Haruka | May, Lutia | Lisia, Yuuki | Brendan, Mitsuru | Wally, Aoi | Juliana (Pokemon), Teru | Rei, Pepper | Arven, Botan | Penny (Pokemon Scarlet & Violet), Nemo | Nemona (Pokemon), Kaede | Katy (Pokemon Scarlet & Violet), Michael (Pokemon) Additional Tags: digimon AU, time traveling, atempts to build a time machine, Pokémon coliseum is underated so Michael is here, Two different plot lines, Rei is profesor Rowan’s assistant Summary:

Michael didn’t expect much from his life apart from just taking care of cipher.

Really,Michael wasn’t expecting anything else,which was sad,but really not devastating.if anything,it was expected due to the fact that he was know for being good at Pokémon battles.

However,when a green haired boy with a little blob of purple come to his place,it seems to say that the world had other plans.

———

The last that Juliana expected was to have another problem to deal with the treasure hunt right after the one where she needed to say the last eventful thing she did was going to the funeral of a friends dad.

However,went she runs into(literally) the chance of another person being a tamer,she takes this opportunity to the best and decides to find this “rei itsuki”

———

Rei didn’t want to go back to whatever boring life he probably had back in his time.

He said no for a reason.but when god gives you the middle finger and sends you back anyway(two years after too),it’s only fiting to return the favor and give it the middle finger back.

With some unexpected company,of course.

chapter 2 of obtk is out! I don’t really have much else to say but thank the people who supported chapter 1 because really I cannot thank you guys enough.

Now Please enjoy.

[foxcassius]

dude the blouse i am knitting looks SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD i wasnt like stoked about it before being able to try the bodice on but now that i've put it on like. the fit is immaculate, the length i took a risk on is perfect, the décolletage is the ideal level of low-but-high and feels appropriately risqué after 4 years living in asia without being Tits Out. i want to cast the sleeves on so bad i feel feral

[anxious-logic]

whoa what’s going on in the knitting tag why is it number 9

[clandestinegardenias]

1.5mm knitting needles ACQUIRED, Franklin Relic Gloves STARTED, I’m vibrating out of my skin I’m so excited.

The love and care @dead-ghost-walking obviously put into this pattern positively jumps off the page. I adored reading the details about the history of the glove, how it was found, and the sleuthing that went into reconstructing it.

The short of it is that during McClintock's search for the Franklin Expedition in 1857 one of the Lieutenants found a glove, evidently lost or left behind by one of Franklin's crew on King William Island. The pattern faithfully recreates that very glove.

If you're a fan of the Franklin Expedition--even if you don't knit!!--I strongly recommend downloading the Ravelry pattern, in which these details are expounded upon. And it's free!!

Already, about 10 rows in, I've been daydreaming about who must have knit the original glove. Which crew member was it for? Were they family, friends, other? Did the original knitter think of the recipient as they knit it, how they would like the pattern or how the wool would keep them safe and warm in the trials to come? Did the gloves bring the recipient some level of comfort, reminding them of home? Did they mourn the loss of the single glove we found?

It's not unusual for me to get emotional about a knitting pattern, but it is unique for one to haunt me like this one does. So looking forward to continuing it.

[firstdegreefangirl]

Me: … if you need anything else, my name is Katie and I’ll be here until … about 7 a.m.

Guest: Ooh, I’ve worked those 11-7s.

Me: I’d settle for 11-7. This one’ll be 3-7.

Guest: OUCH.

[dragonfly-lifestyle]

[clownov]

katie

[ihavenointerestinreallife]

family relations | 18+ mdni

everyone knew that where fred went, george was right behind him; even if nobody could tell them apart half the time, two identical ginger boys always signaled trouble. 

when you showed up–someone with a stark difference in look to the two boys–it immediately raised an eyebrow. while not rare to see the two twins apart, it was a sight to see them accompanied by someone other than another member of their family, often at least. 

with the amount of nosy students at hogwarts it didn’t take long until someone got curious. 

“she’s just a part of the family,” george would say. 

“she’s like a sister to us, really,” fred would add not long after. 

— 

holidays with the weasley family were always chaotic to say the least. it seemed every year a new person stayed for christmas in the burrow, most notably in recent years harry and hermione joining their best friend ron–this year, the family home saw you as its new addition. 

the weasley family home had been filled to the brim since the birth of ginny, and the addition of companions only brightened it with more love. 

on christmas morning, everyone who didn’t own one already (or miraculously lost their original) received their first of molly’s many knitted sweaters, all personalized with their first initial. you’d never forget the first christmas you reunited with the twins wearing their own sweaters. 

“did mrs. weasley make those so she could remember which of you is which?” you asked. 

“mother says she could never forget who is who, which i guess is why i’m wearing his sweater, and he’s wearing mine,” fred would reply. 

when the day came for you to receive your own, the twins had visibly outgrown the jumpers you first saw them in, instead adorning new pairs to fit their growing builds. 

“molly, it’s beautiful! i dreamed of the day i’d get my own,” you said, running your fingers along the woollen fabric. 

“i’m glad you like it dear- and look, now you match freddie and georgie.” 

your head whipped in the direction of the two boys to confirm her words, and she was right. you matched fred and george from the overall blue color to the yellow letter. 

the way they looked at you then, you knew you could get used to matching sweaters. 

— 

you were purely friends with the twins up until your shared sixth year when they went to the yule ball with angelina johnson and katie bell. sure, the way they looked at you for the past year and a half had you questioning everything you felt for them. and sure, having them next to you at every given moment–closely, at that–made you think things friends wouldn’t dare say out loud- but this was a whole new level. 

molly had sent all the hogwarts attending weasley children outfits to wear to the ball; ginny a bright pink and mint gown, ron a very explicit hand me down likely of bill or percy’s, and the twins looked dashing in their matching suits. but you knew they could look even better, each hanging off one of your arms. 

instead you had the pleasure of watching both fred and george dance multiple rounds with their dates, while you sat next to harry and ron, also bummed out by how terrible the evening had gone. 

“they wanted to go with you, you know.” 

you jumped, turning your head to hermione who seemed to be itching to escape the crowd. 

“don’t be silly hermione, we’re just friends.” you muttered as you chewed on your lips, effectively removing them of any color you stained them with. “besides, you saw how eager they were when they asked angelina and katie in potions.” 

“or they were just trying to tease ron, you know how brothers are.” hermione looked at you with pity, as if there was someone she had hoped would ask her to the ball as well. 

the moment you decided to guess who she’d hoped would have asked her, your eyes scanned the crowd for either fred or george. it was futile for a second, until on either side of the floor you noticed both twins sneaking a glance back at you, both still occupied in dances with their dates. 

“hermione,” you began, tone laced with shyness despite how loud the music drowned your words out, “how would i know if my feelings surpassed friendly?” 

— 

it only took a day for feelings to be admitted by all three parties, only taking half of another for you to find yourself sandwiched in bed by both of the twins. robes had been discarded by the door, and you weren’t even sure you’d be able to find your scarf considering how long it had been gone. 

the boys sat knee to knee with you straddling both their laps, george to your front and fred to your back. they worked together to pull your hair off your neck, and then to unleash your tie from its collar, effectively exposing your bare skin to them. 

it didn’t feel real when the warmth of fred’s lips ghosted your skin, not even a semblance of it when they finally latched on. the amount of times you dreamt of them touching you intimately could not have prepared you for the feeling. 

“does it feel good when he kisses you like that?” george teased knowing you wouldn’t be able to catch your breath in time to reply. 

“yes georgie- fuck,” you moaned as fred bit down and sucked like a man tasked with marking you as his own. “freddie, people will see..” 

“let them love, they’d put the pieces together soon anyways.” he bit down again only a couple inches away from the first love bite, effectively securing the notion of nosy onlookers creating their own story to tell off. 

and tell off they would when every week new patches would show on your neck. the twins took turns marking you in places just indecent enough to turn heads, but not enough to solidify any real narrative about the three of you. 

a couple of weeks of people swearing they saw you snogging both twins at once in the gryffindor common room had at least one person becoming bold enough to ask you how you really felt about fred and george:

“they’re like my brothers, really.” 

— 

happy valentines day <3

[sturnmeovr]

Prone Bone

Inspired by ♡

Matt 

“Fu-uck,” your voice raspy from the moans you had been holding back all night, failing to suppress most of them. “Matt,” you muffled out before burying your face into the pillow.

The soft sounds of skin slapping against each other took over the room as he plowed into you at a steady pace, each thrust making the hot pressure build up in your abdomen. Matt pulls out completely, watching as he pushes his thick rod deeper into you, earning a pornographic moan from your plump lips. The heaven-like sound is too much for him to handle, making him thrust into you in one sharp movement before letting his body collapse on yours. His stomach pressed firmly against your back as he snakes a hand around your neck, pulling you closer to him as he begins to fuck you into a senseless state. You let out a string of soft moans as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses from your ear to the nape of your neck, building up your orgasm until you come undone underneath him.

He liked the position because it gave him a chance to show you his dominant side, but he’d much rather see the faces you made while he rammed himself deep inside of you. Something about the way you pinned your bottom lip between your teeth and knitted your eyebrows together in pleasure - it did it for him every time.

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Chris 

“Love seeing you- Mmm- take my dick like this,” Chris groans, gripping your left ass cheek so hard you already knew there would be bruises that match his fingertips in the morning.

A string of submissive whimpers escapes your lips, “Chris,” you whine, throwing an arm back in an attempt to stop him from rearranging your insides like he always did when he had you in this position. It was one of his favorites. Usually, it would start out in the doggy position, but the way he used his girthy shaft was too much for you at times, leaving you pinned to the bed after he got fed up with all your running. Each time you pulled away, his need to fuck you harder increased.

When Chris he sees your hand fly back, pushing on his waist as your own way of telling him to slow down, he lets his raspy voice break through, “move your hand.” You let out a squeal as he interlocks his fingers with yours, placing a knee on the bed to give him just enough leverage to fuck himself into you even harder. One of his favorite sites was watching you squirm underneath him as that one-of-a-kind euphoria feeling takes over your body. A feeling he was the cause of. He couldn’t be prouder of himself.

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