#stithced

[beroidae]

i dont wanna do more embroidery 😑

[prismspalettepattern]

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[a-cat-in-toffee]

ohhhh goretober day 4 is stithces. sniles sneetly. probablyl gonna do mostly destroyers this month

[surskip]

TYSMMMMM!!? do u by chance have a way to scan it? if not id super appreciate knowing the measurements so i can use it for ref! also did u whip stitch it, or sew it inside out then turn him right side out? :00 sorry for the questions i just love sewing little guys!!! its so exciting

his head pattern piece is about 3.5 inches tall -- i do have a scanner, its not hooked up But if i remember in a few days i'll hook it up scan them in for oyu :-) i sewed his body together with my sewing machine and then turned it inside out -- his body pattern came out a little strangely shaped though so i just ladder stitched it until the shape was a little better, which is why he's kind of lumpy. his orange dots i whip stitched on last thing; if you use fleece and use kind of loose stitches when whip stitching details on, you can use the pointy end of a pin to kind of felt over the stithces so they're not as visible.

[skoulsons]

my notes from the last five minutes as written in my notebook

YEAHHH STITHCES

NOT HER GRABBING HIS HAND THE SECOND SHE TOOK HIS COAT OFF

the tears on his face I can’t do this

he’s holding her hand so tightly FUCK OFF

A THANK YOU GESTURE??? ANALYZE????

not her thumb rubbing over his finger im unwell

the score kicking in when he does WTF

they hold each other so tightly WHY

NOT A LITTLE EXTRA SQUEEZE BEFORE SHE LETS GOOOO FUCK. ACTUALLY TWO SQUEEZES??

[arctic-hands]

[Image Described: A chart that says "level 1 wizard spellbook" and "level twenty wizard spellbook". Under the Level 1 spellbook is a dark blue hardback book with a gold-stithced pentagram surrounded by a square of gold filigree stitching. The words "spells" is stitched in gold above the pentagram. The book looks to be handbound with a cold cord stitching on the outer spine that tassles out on both ends, and the papers inside are yellow as if aged. Under the Level Twenty Spellbook is a pink spiral-bound Lisa Frank school notebook, showing a multicolored cheetah cup against a psychedelic background. End I.D.]

[vintagemonster]

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[adaninasatrici]

Was no one going to tell me about gauges and swatches?

I love crochet. And now Im learning to knit. And though my grandma knows how to do both, she only taught me the essential crochet stithces and sent me on my way. Since then I've been half improvising half looking online.

And now I feel robbed that no one ever told me about the wonders and magic of doing swatches and what exactly a gauge is and how it works and how to use one.

[a-titty-ninja]

[grumpyascianteddybear]

His head tilted to the other side as he watched her. Stitch had seen this in Nanie and Lilo on their parent's death anniversary. In Pleekly, when his family cut him off. Like this, steeped in sorrow, he had only seen once with Jamba. His creator had been good at masking it, but sometimes it did slip. It was times like this that Stich had sat with him in silence. There had been no words, only silence as Stitch ad leaned against the larger alien's side.

The last time had been different, as Jumba was the last to go. He had told Stithc about all that he had lost. How an invasion had killed his family. He became what he did because he never wanted to be alone again. He never wanted to see himself or others put through what he had been through again. Yet, it had gotten skewed. Twisted by his grief into making everyone else pay.

He hugged her when she crouched down to pat his head. She seemed like she needed it, and maybe he needed it too. Stich really didn't know what he needed anymore. "Can Stich stay here with you?"

grumpyascianteddybear​:

He tilted his head as he looked at her. Stitch walked up to her slowly as his ears moved back. He had suffered, broken, fixed, and now broken again. His family was gone, time having taken Lilo and the others away. Even Jumba and Pleekly had gone away eventually, and that left him alone to wonder.

“ Broken, broken we are, but can be fixed?” Stitched asked as his ears moved up, and he looked at her. He was a strange-looking blue dog to most people. Broken could be fixed, at least. That was how he had felt before Lilo passed. Now he wasn’t so sure. Could broken still be fixed now that he had lost so much. Before, he was broken out of ignorance of anything else. Now, it was lose.

“ You have Ohana still.” He stated as he looked down to the ground, ears going down as well. His was all gone now. “ Mine is gone.”

Life almost seems to have an incessant need to place her in unforeseen, unpredictably strange situations.

In most recent developments: A little blue alien that fell from the skies. 

It was one of her bad days, where despite the medicine keeping her steady, it could not have cured the wounds of her traumas in their entirety. They could not completely undo the pathways of action years of conditioning had formed in her. Rosie had come out into the open with every intention to wallow in her sadness just for a little while. Allow herself to feel that heavy ache in her chest, let a few tears slide away – how the hell could she do that with dignity when there was a sad blue alien talking about his own losses ? 

Rosie turned her face down towards Stitch impassively, the cigarette glowing between her lips as she sucks in a slow deep breath, the exhales in defeat, she plucks it out again, exhales a plume of light and tilts her head back to admire the sky,

“ Everything has to pass at some point, kiddo…  Real sorry about the family you had, but you’re still here, arent you?” 

Loss was something she had known her entire life, for as long as she could remember. Being passed between hands of guardians who often did not carry that title well or for very long… Mother who loved and hated her all the same, full of resentment to see her taken. A father who loved but was absent, left her hanging and alone in the world as he dangled from a rope in the staircase. There was Nova, who gave her the cigarette habit she had now, who filled that maternal figure til she simply took no pleasure in babysitting a sad girl. Clifton then, a family friend, brings her into the safety of the den, only to die and leave her at the mercy of wolves. A brother revealed alive.. hated her, wanted her dead, and found himself strangled by her own hands.  The figures of love and care in her life felt like a revolving door with the same result at the end almost every single time.  Were she normal , she might have had her heart crushed with sympathy for the little creature and his heartbroken black eyes – moved by the way his ears droop and his fuzzy body seemed to sulk into himself. But she was a creature shaped by sadness and grief, and it was hard to be moved by someone else’s suffering… All she had to offer in those times was understand. And the solution she had found to remedy her own griefs.  Rosie taps the ash from the burning stick between her fingers, watches how it melts into the snow of the railing, focuses on the nicotine as it leaves a chalky taste in her mouth and the cold burns her throat. She tongues at her cheek thoughtfully, then suddenly crouched down to place her left hand atop Stitch’s head ; A maternal gesture of comfort, her smile is small but empathetic,

“ It is terrible, being left alone.. left behind. But you’re still here.. which means there is hope, right? ” Her fingers stroke down his blue back , back up to caress the edge of his ears just as she would her beloved hounds of the past,

“ You may have lost your old family… but you had found them once before.  All we can do.. is find a new one that will make us feel home again.”

[goldenkingyo]

Some recent artfight attacks featuring Zoar, Goryo and Gipsy. 

Ace: belongs to star._city on instagram

Diem: belongs to @tiny-darkmatter

Tira: belongs to Selvarr on deviantart

Kal and Stithc: Belongs to @bamsara

Akari: belongs to Dutchie on instagram

Chernobyl: belongs to star._city

[dameracrystmon]

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[ohcrackerjacks]

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[whoiscybele]

love isn't about looks. isn't about big boobs or ass or dick. isn't about abs or blue eyes or blond hair. love isn't a fucking stereotype. love is pain. love is orgasm. love is jealousy. love is embarassment. love is scratches at the brain and stithces on the neck and it burns. love burns. love is hell. love is heaven. love is all places a person has ever imagined they'd be and all places they did not. love is a mystery. love is a story that they'll tell to their kids and grandkids as a fairytale when their hair will slowly turn grey. love is a fact but love is also sth indefinite. love is passion, fear, anger, joy. there is love in smiles and tears. laughs and screems. love is there. wherever sb decides to go. love never really goes. love exists and grows within sbs body. there are many kinds of love. there is parent love, there is friendly love,  there is romantimic, sexual, violent love and there is the love sb never forgets. there is love that hurts their chest  their head, their bones when it comes to thoughts, regrets, denials, breakups, exes, lovers, crushes.

love is everything a person can ecperience.

love is love

[yennyeah]

Stitches (YENNY Remix)

I thought that Ive been hurt before But no ones ever left me quite this sore Your words cut deeper than a knife Now I need someone to breathe me back to life Got a feeling that Im going under But I know that Ill make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on You watch me

Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh, you lured me in, I couldnt sense the pain Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now Im gonna reap what I sow Im left seeing red on my own Got a feeling that Im going under But I know that Ill make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on You watch me

[girldraki]

what if i just took the stithces and... pulled them out....