#mend

[freshstitches]

I prepped the elbows of my favorite sweater for mending before my flight to PDX. I outlined the word area with chalk while wearing the sweater then basted the outline onto the sleeve.

Duplicate stitching with my red yarn. It matches the biscoff cookies.

Arrival at CLT. A very cute waiter asked me about the patches while I was waiting for my connecting flight.

Finished mid flight. Time to nap.

[cottonkhaleesi]

More neverending darning

Got very lucky with the colour matching!

[real-odark]

mendel? i barely know el!!!

[dk-thrive]

You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost. Mark my words: as soon as the bones mend, you will forget about the fracture.

— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (Kodansha, June 1985) (via Thoughts)

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

This year, mend a quarrel. Seek out a forgotten friend. Dismiss suspicion and replace it with trust. Write a letter. Give a soft answer. Encourage youth. Keep a promise. Forgo a grudge. Forgive an enemy. Apologize. Try to understand. Examine your demands on others. Think first of someone else. Be kind. Be gentle. Laugh a little more. Express your gratitude. Welcome a stranger. Gladden the heart of a child. Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth. Speak your love and then speak it again.

Howard W. Hunter

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) - Oneshot

There were no illusions about your place in the Soul Society. 

As a lower level subordinate, you knew there was a range in ability. 

Power. 

You supposed you just thought that one day that barrier would mean nothing to you. But standing there, watching the very image of a hollow in soul reaper form, it was terrifying. The mere fact that you were standing in the presence of its spiritual pressure was a miracle in itself. All you heard was word of Rukia’s injury and you came to help. 

But that thing..it was protecting her. 

You lectured yourself to grab her and move, run, do something, but you couldn’t get your body to react. You weren’t even sure you were fully breathing anymore. 

The hollow that came in its path had been sliced with ease, it barely lifted a finger. One clean swipe and that was it, the hollow was gone. Your trembling form just gaped at the dissipating remnants of a threat. 

Standing protectively in front of Rukia, you lifted your blade and when it turned to you, there was a part of you that assumed you were dead. 

It released a roar and you heard the stagger of your heart, you fear was the only thing that felt real in that moment. 

Maybe that’s why its statement had utterly confused and terrified you. 

“I will protect them.” 

Your eyes opened lazily and you stared at the ceiling. Lifting your hand, you marveled at your fingers. 

“A memory..” 

That very one always appeared when there was word of his return. 

Kurosaki Ichigo. 

His visits were often. 

After Aizen and even Ginjo’s rebellion, it was common for the substitute reaper to stop by. It’s been years since then. With his recent recovery of ability you could practically feel the energy of the Soul Society change. Renji and Rukia were more lively. Hanataro seemed altogether happy. Byakuya, although forever stoic, even he seemed pleased at the circumstances. 

You should be overjoyed, ecstatic. After all, Ichigo has done nothing but protect the Soul Society time and time again. He is a hero, something you’d always envied. Yet every time there was even a mention of that name, something in your body just froze, panicked. 

Then those dreams would break through and you felt paralyzed, helpless. 

That day, he could have easily killed you. You heard the stories of what went down in Hueco Mundo. But before that moment you’d coughed it all up to exaggeration. When you actually experienced it, there was just a part of you that needed to be far away from it, from him. 

Rising to your feet, you grabbed your zanpakuto from the wall as you slid it into your belt, ready to start the day. 

The busy atmosphere was expected. After all that happened, things were returning to a state of normalcy. The minute you landed in the sixth squad, you were ready for whatever task your captain had for you. 

“Kuchiki-taicho.” 

You bowed upon entry to his office, Renji already at his side. 

“Please deliver these to squad four.” Byakuya ordered. 

“Hai!” 

You took the stack happily. 

“Oii, don’t go getting distracted!!” Renji calls. 

So maybe your attention span wasn’t the best, but you always got the job done. With a grin, you were skipping through the barracks. The fourth squad was much closer, so it wouldn’t take that long. 

Maybe you could have a nice chat with Hanataro while you were there. Smiling, you were humming as you kept on your journey. You’d only stop when someone called to you. Skating to a halt, you tried to place the male voice. 

“Hey, do you know where Rukia is? She was supposed to meet me at the gate. Why the hell did they let Kenpachi of all people come get me!” 

He was complaining, and you could understand. You laughed, turning to give instruction. He must have been one of the many human visitors from Karakura Town. 

“I can take you to Rukia-san if you…” 

Every muscle in your body went still and all you released was one single breath. 

Orange hair, brown eyes, it was him..

You swallowed and he moved closer to probably address you, but you gasped, dropping all the documents in your hands. The stack fell, a few sheets soaring away with the wind, adding to his confusion. 

“Hey! Your stuff is flying away.” 

He intended to help, and instinctively, you must have released a mass of spiritual pressure, because he staggered at the change and all you could get yourself to do was take unsteady steps back. Your eyes were wide with fear, body shaking. 

There was a significant change in his expression, from confusion to possibly understanding. He lifted his hand and you flinched at the very moment you saw the flapping of captain robes. The figure on the back of the coat was a dead give away of your superior. He was standing in front of you almost protectively, clearly expecting a threat. Renji appeared seconds after, looking over puzzled. 

“What the hell Ichigo?” 

He was clearly trying to gauge the situation, and Byakuya’s gaze shifted in your direction. You were still releasing an alarming amount of reiatsu. When he saw the terror on your face, it became clear what the threat was, at least in your eyes. 

“Calm down.” 

It was said so firmly that you blinked, now looking up at him. Byakuya’s authority was something most people feared, but for you, it has always been more about respect. Maybe that’s why you were able to finally exhale. It was a shallow breath, and in a matter of seconds he could feel your spiritual pressure lowering. Your breathing was starting to return to an even level, and this time you looked up at Byakuya apologetically. 

“G-Gomen Taicho..” 

It was just above a whisper. He said nothing, just turned to Renji. 

“Escort her back to our squad barracks, I will take Ichigo to the Head Captain.” 

“Hai, Taicho.” 

Renji turned to you, lifting you into his arms as he took off. The second you were gone, Ichigo’s eyes seemed to trail over in that general direction. 

“I know her..”

He wanted nothing more but to banish that look. In truth he hadn’t seen such unfiltered horror since that time with Orihime. It had taken so much for her to gaze at him without feeling like a monster. 

He thought he was past it, but the suddenness of the situation had caught him off guard. It was painful to think about. You were so scared that you’d unconsciously triggered your reiatsu defensively. 

“Let’s go.” 

Byakuya said nothing else, because there was a part of him that understood that the words Ichigo needed to hear would not mean much coming from him. 

~

“Damn it..” 

You were embarrassed to say that least. 

To make matters worse, Renji had to be the one to carry you back. 

“You’re heavier than you look.” 

The statement caused a pulse on your head. 

“YOU BASTARD!!” 

With a firm kick to his jaw he was down for the count. 

Now seated in the barracks, Byakuya has not so subtly kept asking you to complete tasks within the squad. You knew it was more for your piece of mind. You wanted nothing more than to pretend that the incident didn’t happen, but it was impossible. You feel pathetic, clinging onto the past. But you couldn’t help it. At that moment you realize that you’d never dealt with it. 

That fear. 

So much had happened during that time that there was never a chance to address it. You never confronted the situation and now it was coming back to bite you in the ass. 

With a heavy sigh, you finished the last of the filing, now bored and embarrassed. Moping through the squad, you just seemed to run through all the reasons why you’d probably be stuck as a lower level subordinate for the foreseeable future. 

“I’m useless.” 

“You’re strong.” 

Your body processed the owner of the voice before your mind truly did and you were once again standing in that open space, staring at him. He didn’t move and you couldn’t breathe. 

“Byakuya told me to steer clear of you while I was here, but I had to..I needed to apologize..” 

You were startled at how hurt he looked, or maybe that was..shame?

“I thought you looked familiar. You were there that day in the squad barracks, with Rukia.”

The mention of it had every single memory rushing back and the roar echoed in your head. Your eyes shook and Ichigo looked away. 

“I’m not a monster, and I won’t hurt you. I just needed you to know that.” 

He turned his back and you felt the twist in your gut. In your head you know, he’s an ally, but your body wouldn’t give you the satisfaction. More than anything you felt awful for treating him like that, looking at him that way, but it was hard. 

Your silence must have been all he needed. He took a step, and even though every bone in your body was screaming with fear, you still managed to get a word out. 

“W-Wait!!” 

He froze in place, and you pressed your hand to your chest, clutching the front of your robes. Ichigo finally willed himself to turn around, and he was stunned to see the tears rushing down your cheeks. He could see it, the fear, it was still there, but there was also sorrow, regret, pain. 

He could see how difficult it was for you to stand there, in front of him. 

“T-Thank you for always protecting us!!” 

You bowed and your tears pittered to the ground, heart racing. 

Ichigo knew that despite everything, your reaction wasn’t intentional. With a solemn smile, he nodded. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Just like that he was gone, and some small part of you felt just a bit of that weight, that fear dissipated. 

[inkneverdies]

To My Heart In the canvas of night, where the moon softly glows, And stars twinkle gently, their radiant shows, I find my love for you shines brighter by far, More than all celestial wonders, you are my star. I’m sorry for the shadows that have crossed our way, For heartaches I’ve caused, in moments of gray. But through every struggle, my love for you grows, With hope in my heart, as the gentle wind blows. You are my strength, my joy, my light, In your laughter, the world feels so right. I wish you the best as you heal and mend, For you are my love, my partner, my friend. I’ve faced my own battles, I’ve walked through the fire, But emerging anew, my heart is inspired. Together, let’s rise, heart in hand, side by side, For you are my love, my forever, my pride. So here’s to us, to the love that we share, To the dreams yet to come, and the moments we’ll dare. My true love, my darling, my heart’s gentle tune, I love you more than the stars and the moon.

[phytophiliac]

Aechmea lueddemanniana 'Mend' is a popular cultivar that has variegation along the leaf margins that can range from yellow to pinkish red.

[marspriere]

this year's mermay batch, featuring @sampx's divine sona Satari >ᴗ< ....and Maharl ofc!

(alt versions under the cut!)

[pamelab]

My word for 2024–MEND

[sublimespiritoracle]

[icterid-rubus]

Learning to mend thigh rips! The thread doesn’t match well, and it no longer stretches, but it’s wearable again! And I learned quite a bit. I need to patch up the other side and then they’re good to go. Dragged these 10 year old jeans for the grave once more.

[cottonkhaleesi]

More darning, as I finally managed to deal with the hole I made in these whilst on holiday (caught them on a sharp piece of metal at the edge of a horse and cart) and then found some issues at the gusset seams.

This pair of lightweight cotton harem trousers now have three darns in them some more obvious than others, but I love them far too much to do anything but keep wearing them in the summer (roll on the hot weather please!!!)

[quotecollector14]

"The poet, when effective, is not merely a writer of words, but a cultural worker—a healer who uses the alchemy of language to mend the broken and bind the wounds of our collective spirit. The poet is a conductor and conduit of a world that begs us to see and celebrate our profound relationship to it. We are more than literature; we are cultural translators, humble prophets, communal visionaries. We are stewards and servants of humanity and emotion, dreamers and realists inseparably entwined.” 

--Bobby Lefebre, former poet laureate of Colorado

[swugflower]

Hey people that are into mending / can mend.

I have two store bought (knitted) cardigans and they are a couple years old, but I still like them, but their elbows are all worn out and fucked up.

Does anyone have any ideas how to fix it?

I’d be down for visible mending with some heart patches or something but also invisible. I just don’t know how and have no idea where and how to start.

I can embroider, I can crochet, can hand sew well enough and when push comes to shove I could knit if needed.

I’d be very happy for suggestions or Smth thankssssss