all you knit is love

Sometimes there is no catch. Love can sometimes just be love. Sometimes someone can just love you. For all the flaws that rot you and all the beauty that paints you. For all the twisted darkness knitted into your soul, someone can just love you. For the cigarettes you smoke and for the nights that you break their heart, they just love you. Unreasonably, unconditionally, wholly and entirely. Love can sometimes just be love.
—  sometimes, rarely, hopefully -blue-delusion
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⚜️ Allure : to entice by charm or attraction, evoking delight or admiration. It suggests a magical influence and tends to stress the ineffectiveness of attempts to resist.

The allure of dance is a strange and wonderful feeling. It’s the only art form to depict passion and emotion through multiple senses at once.

It can affect our lives both negatively (Hwan Eun Sook)and positively(Jimin to JK). What matters is what you do with it, and what you can make out of it(How AofD!bts was formed).⚜️

Thank you so much for all the support and love everyone has given the Allure of Dance Au. Truly. I’m so thankful for all of you. From my silent readers to my energetic clamorous babes in my ask’s. I love you all!!

From my close-knit AofD!Bangtan who will support each other for years to come: “Thank you for enjoying the story!😘”

•The End•

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The Beginning: https://mikaela-jl.tumblr.com/post/165425208269/just-another-social-media-au-because-why-not

yawpingstance  asked:

Not a confession but a question for the admins and, if you want, the fandom at large. My friend and I are road tripping to New Orleans for a SPN con next October and I plan on getting pictures with J2M wearing hats I've knit for them. (I know I'll have to mail them but I would just about die if I could get pics of them actually wearing things I knit with my own hands for them.) I know what I'm going to make for J&J, but I'm absolutely stumped as to what to knit for Misha. Ideas? I'm stuck! D:

Sorry for responding so late friend. We hope you have figured out what to knit for Misha and have sent all of your hats. Whatever you have knit, I’m sure they will love them all as they are handmade with love. Sending love and hoping you have a great time at the con this weekend…

ID #34553

Name: Alexcis
Age: 20
Country: USA

Hello!

I’m 20 years old working as a barista part time. I attend classes at the local community college. I absolutely love animals of all kinds. If you love drawing, painting, knitting, etc. I think we will get along just fine.

My personality type is INTJ. I am very introverted to those around me. You wouldn’t be able to guess that through writing :). I’ve had a couple penpals in the past, both which were through snail mail. I’d prefer to start out with messaging back and forth and then moving to snail mail.

I’m interested in penpals from any region of the world!

Preferences: Age preferred is 18-30

jake-theprinceoftmind  asked:

Yau squad! -kicks I'm door with a huge plate full of cookies- Soo I've been seeing you guys being nice to everyone all the time and thought you deserve something for that like, paying love back ._. Take these cookies as a huge thank you!♡ -places them on the table- -also throws self- knitted scarfs- I love all of you ;-;-;-;-;-;

Mulligan: *dives for the cookies*

Lafayette: *wraps scarf around his neck and grabs a cookie while giggling* Thank you! We love you too!

Laurens: *hugs* Thank you! *chomps on cookie*

Hamilton: *hands a coffee* As a thank you, you get my homemade coffee!

Josh Dun x Reader : Perfect Husband

This is Perfect Husband, the third and last installment to the ‘Marry Me Josh Trilogy.’ Sorry guys, I can only do so much with this story plot. I love you all though! :)

A/N: wow the two first parts to this got a lot of love! thank you so much! i hope you guys like this one too. thanks so much for all the love and support, you guys are the best. all the new requests make me smile and i secretly can’t wait to get into some more intense or smutty scenes. i think it will be a lot of fun and add some more variety to my archive, however, this also means that most new fics won’t be gender neutral. this one is, but just a sad warning that a couple future ones probably won’t be. i will add a note at the top to tell you if they are or not. still accepting requests, if you have a certain sexual preference you want it in, don’t be afraid to tell me! you guys are the sweetest and the best and i love you all. thanks so much!!! hope you like this one…

people-these-days-seriously said:
Please write the third installment of The Big Question! You’re am awesome writer and glad to have found your account

part one “A Big Question:” http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/148869391097/josh-dun-x-reader-a-big-question

part two “The Problematic Proposal:” http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/149191522577/josh-dun-x-reader-the-problematic-proposal

“Josh, I don’t think this is what normal people do for a date,” you rolled your eyes as he handed you a Chipotle burrito.

“I don’t think we’re normal people,” he winked. He opened up his burrito and then took a bite, wrapping an arm around you and sighing. You were both on the roof of an abandoned building, looking down at the city lights, eating Chipotle and sharing jokes. It had been two months since the proposal, and you were constantly admiring the beautiful engagement ring he had bought you, which hadn’t left your finger the day he put it on, and were dreaming of your wedding day. That evening Josh had attempted to teach you how to skateboard through the streets of the city, but you hadn’t been as successful at it as he was, and you decided to scrap that and go for a walk instead. He showed you an old hotel, which you snuck in a window and climbed up the stairs, eventually making it to the roof. It was gorgeous, all the bright lights shining down below, the people walking on the sides of the street, the cool breeze on your face. You glanced over at Josh, happily eating his burrito, and soaked in the feeling of just being in his presence. You loved him more than anything, and the thought that you two would spend the rest of your lives together thrilled you beyond belief. It was a dream come true.

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning against him with a goofy grin spread across your face.

“What did I do?” he wondered.

“Everything,” you smiled.

“Is that good or bad?” he laughed.

“It’s amazing,” you admitted, giving him a quick kiss.

“Mmm, tastes like guacamole,” he licked his lips playfully.

“Whatever,” you giggled.

“So skateboarding is a no I guess?” he inquired.

“Yeah, I’m not that great at it,” you agreed.

“It’s fine,” he reassured. “I can’t do the things you do either. We’re talented in our own special ways.”

“Not as talented as you,” you added. “You’re the drummer for the best band in the entire world.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he shook his head.

“You are,” you insisted. “You guys played Madison Square Garden and sold out. You’ve traveled the world. You’re amazing. You save people’s lives for a living. You make the best kind of music.”

“You’re too kind,” he blushed. “I just create things that I’m passionate about.”

“Well passionate or not, everything you create is amazing,” you persisted, leaning your head on his shoulder. “And I wish you could see that.”

There was a long pause and then he murmured, “Me too.”

That was the thing about Josh. Yes, he told you almost everything and he never kept anything from you, but his emotions and internal battles were always indecipherable. He was so good at delaying his worries and postponing his fears, casting them off to whatever empty space his brain contained, and brushing them away when they slowly drifted back. Josh didn’t always like to address his problems face to face, much less tell people about them. He was always trying to stay strong, trying to be brave, trying to look confident. He didn’t realize that accepting your flaws was okay, so he’d just dismiss them. Whenever you did see that side of Josh, the dark and dismal parts of his mind where he doubted himself and was unsure of his decisions, you didn’t know how to handle it. Flattery could only take you so far. You knew he didn’t always believe it when you told him how important he was, how amazing his music is, how great Tyler and him really are. He listens and he agrees, but he doesn’t really think he’s all that great. He’s too humble sometimes. You pretend not to hear what he had mumbled at the end of your sentence and go back to eating your burrito, both of you looking down at the cityscape below.

Sometimes in moments like this, you would imagine the married life with Josh. You assumed things would be basically the same, except only more special, if that was even possible. You thought about constantly going on tour with him, which you sort of already did, but other things too. Maybe raising a family one day, settling down for a year or two, being able to stay together and know that you’d have him to lean on when you needed it, but also you were there for him when he had to get help. You often daydreamed of growing old with Josh, the sort of things you’d find in fluffy romantic movies. You also thought about the idea of not only being married to Josh, but also sort of married to Twenty One Pilots, the band. Tyler was already your best friend, you two were tight, but everyone else. The crew, the concept, the fans, it was all for life. Josh and Tyler dedicated everything they had to this band, and you being married to Josh meant you as well. You loved Tyler like a brother, the crew as your family, and the fans as your children. You were all a tight knit clique, and you loved each other so much. To know that you’d carry that your entire life, just the thought of it made you smile.

“What are you thinking about?” Josh smirked, waking you up from your daydream. You hadn’t noticed him staring at you, and you instinctively took a bite of your burrito, hoping to avoid his question. You’d sound a little creepy saying that you were planning out your future together, so you thought up something else.

“Tour,” you responded, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Nah, I think you were thinking of me,” he prodded.

“Maybe I was,” you shrugged. “Maybe I wasn’t.”

“Stop trying to be confusing,” he chuckled. “You know I can see right through you.”

“Can you now?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yup,” he took a bite of his burrito and grinned.

“Well what if I can see through you?” you challenged.

“I don’t think so,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re just being silly.”

“Okay maybe I can’t,” you confessed. “But I do know you’re nervous about something.”

“Am I not allowed to be?” he inquired.

“Well I just don’t want you to be stressed over nothing,” you replied.

“I’m not stressed,” he shook his head. “I’m just afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” you asked.

“Ruining everything,” he sighed.

“Why would you ruin everything?” you wondered. You watched as he took the last bite of his burrito and chewed thoughtfully, looking down at his shoes and staying quiet. “You’re amazing Josh. I love you.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing,” he explained. “You keep saying how amazing and wonderful I am, but I’m not.”

“What are you talking about?” you questioned. “You’re being silly.”

“I’m just scared that one day I’ll let you down,” he whispered. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You won’t,” you reassured. He crumbled up his foil into a ball and set it on the side next to him.

“But what if I do?” he insisted. “What if you realize that one day I’m not as amazing as you thought I was? What if you get angry at me because I spend more time on tour than I do with you? What if work gets in the way of things? What if you don’t like being constantly photographed or interviewed? What if you hate me?”

“I would never think those things,” you shook your head. You took the last bite of your burrito and stared into his eyes. “I would never hate you Josh.” You folded your foil neatly and set it beside you, then took his hands in yours. “Please don’t fill your head with those thoughts. I’ll never stop loving you, okay?” You smiled at him. “I said yes for a reason, because I love you, and I do want to marry you.”

“I want to marry you too,” he answered.

“Then don’t be afraid anymore,” you begged. “Please trust me when I say that you’re everything I could ever wish for. You’re the one I’ve been dreaming of for forever. You’re the perfect husband Josh, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m counting down the days until our wedding because I can’t comprehend just how amazing it will be to spend my entire life with you. You give me purpose, Josh. You give me a reason to wake up in the morning and a reason to live my life. You put a smile on my face that nobody else could ever replace. You are so special, and I just wish you could see that.”

“I love you, y/n,” he sighed, hugging you tight and letting out a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“You’re the best fiancé ever,” you reassured. “And one day, you’ll be the best husband ever.”

“I sure hope so,” he laughed.

“I know so,” you smiled.

anonymous asked:

I bought a copy of Carry On but it's going to take 1 to 6 weeks to arrive to my country! What could I do while I wait?

1-6 weeks for a book?? OMG you poor thing! Okay this is my top 10 list of things to do while you wait, try some or all things:

  1. Listen to the Answer Me This Podcast back catalog. There’s over 300 episodes so factoring in sleep you’d have over 2 weeks of continuous material.
  2. Binge watch one or all of these TV shows: Gilmore Girls, Drop Dead Diva, Parks and Recreation, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Friends, As Told By Ginger, Peppa Pig or Ben and Holly’s Magic Kingdom.
  3. Take up knitting! Crochet is really hard, don’t let people who know how to crochet fool you, it is NOT easy!
  4. Write fanfiction! I recommend trying to find a show/book/movie etc that hasn’t already been worked or a pairing that hasn’t been tried, or a really random crossover. For example @theinsidiouspitch wrote a marvellous Great British Bake Off/Carry On fic
  5. I don’t know which country you’re from and if libraries even carry this any more (probably not) BUT if they carry it maybe you could read the back catalogue of Babysitter Club books. There’s 131 original series books and over 60 special/mystery books, my favourite are the Stacey ones.
  6. Make a documentary about biscuits but spend most of the time trying to come up with the perfect title like: That’s the way the cookie crumbles: The truth about cookie addiction, (if you can interview Cookie Monster)
  7. Start a cover band that covers cover songs! I personally recomend the back catalogue of Steps
  8. Read every Wikipedia article, that begins with the first letter of your name (or just all of them if you’re a really fast reader, that’s over 5million btw)
  9.  Are there squirrels in your country? Or hedgehogs? Or Rabbits? Or pigeons? Try to befriend one, maybe teach it a trick.
  10. Make art! You could try and wrap things like Christo and Jeanne-Claude or see if your unmade bed could rival Tracy Emin’s. Maybe take casts of negative space like Rachel Whiteread or paint your own bedroom in the style of Van Gogh. Do they still do Postsecret? Makes postcards or alllll your secrets and send them in!

anonymous asked:

Currently stuck in bed with stomach flu myself so sick!Killian, pleeeease!!

Hope you feel better! Either way, here’s a little sick!Killian for you. 

-x- 

“Killian, for the last time, you are not dying.” Emma shook her head at the pirate currently sprawled across the couch, his cheeks flushed with fever and a mountain of crumpled tissues surrounding him. “You have the flu. In a few days, you’ll be fine.”

“You might as well say your goodbyes, love.” His voice was raspy and muffled by the pillow he’d spoken to instead of her. “I’m not long for this world.”

Emma rolled her eyes, but couldn’t completely stop the smile creeping onto her lips as she perched next to him, laying the back of her hand against his forehead. He was still warm, but not nearly as much as he had been that morning before she’d gone to work. “Did you take the medicine I left with you every four hours like I said?”

“Tastes like rubbish. Cherry rubbish.”

She couldn’t help her laugh at his grumbling, glancing down at the bottle on the floor. There was less than there had been that morning, so he’d taken it, despite his protests. “I picked up some soup from Granny’s. Feel up to eating some?” He’d spent the majority of the night curled around the toilet, and even plain toast had brought on a faintly green tinge in the morning.

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Follower Appreciation Thing

So I recently hit a milestone that sort of blows my mind a little bit (checking tumblr when I got off work the other night felt kind of like that moment when Troy walks in with the pizza and everything is in chaos and also on fire - but in a good way) and I wanted to do something to celebrate, and thank you guys, for following and reading and such. 

So: I wanna knit you guys stuff. 

The way this’ll work (aka the arbitrary rules I’m coming up with as I write this) is if you like this post then I’ll write your tumblr name on a piece of paper and put them all in a hat and then draw 7, and those 7 are gonna get a knit thing from me. Either a beanie or a scarf. Pick two colors and you’ll get a striped thing. (I’m partial to striped patterns.) 

So, basically, if you want to put your name in the running for a knit gift from me: 

- like this post 

And if your name comes out of the hat: 

- tell me if you want a hat or a scarf

- give me two colors

(also your address at some point so I can send it. And we’ll keep this open for everyone. International shipping isn’t that expensive, right?) 

No promises when these gifts will be done. (We’ll say by the time winter rolls around. I mean, probably long before that. But I reserve to the right to not be finished until Christmas.) (I’m not a slow knitter, but life happens. You know.) 

(These are my knitting needles. Well, most of them.) 

We’ll keep this open for 3 days? That sound good? 

Cool. 

Basically just thanks for following and messaging and being swell and kind. You guys are really great and I wanna say thanks, so: thank you. 

Christmas Boxes For Cats

Today we will be bringing you ideas for Christmas Boxes For Cats

Anyone who owns a cat know they like to be comfortable, they love to sleep, they love treats and they love catnip. 

So how can we and you if you would like to help do that?

What can you put in a box for a cat/s?

Things you can include are;

Blankets - fleece, or if you can knit or crochet these will be loved too

Beds - Hooded,round,fleece,super soft

Catnip Toys - From the shop or knitted and crocheted all will be loved (If you are planning on making toys please make sure all things such as ears and tails are very, very secure)

Cat Food - Wet cat food and Dry cat food are great, you can even ring the centre of your choice to see if they have a brand they normally use

Cat Treats/Cat Milk - Whether it is Dreamies or Whiskas all cats love treats!

Cat Accessories - Here you can include items such as cat brushes, cat bowls, litter trays, litter scoops, scratch posts and cat tunnels 

Maybe Sponsor a cat with your Christmas Box

You maybe able to get enough items together for one cat that is in a shelter and that will be Amazing!

You can start collecting items now and closer to Christmas visit or ring the centre, you maybe able to sponsor a cat that has been in the Shelter for a long time, or a cat that is finding Shelter life particularly difficult

If you do not have the Funds or the time to do all this?

Then do not worry! We are spread out across the UK and our aim is to help as many animals as possible!

You can Donate from as little as £1 via This Wishlist!

For every £1 Donated charitycrochetandknitsforanimals will make and donate a knitted catnip toy or fish, on top of ones already being made to be donated!

(Context: this is our first time ever playing. We’ve encountered some spiders.)
Elf Druid: “Can I charm the spider? I have Animal Handling as a skill.”
DM: “Spiders aren’t animals.”
Half-Elf Ranger: “Yes, they are, they’re in the animal kingdom.”
DM: “No, they’re not.”
Gnome Wizard: [showing phone] “Yes, they are.”
Druid: “Okay, I roll to charm the spider.”
DM: “One spider pauses and looks at you. Its fangs sound like knitting needles.”
Druid: “[pause] I love knitting!”
DM: “All of you hear a voice from heaven. It says “RUN!”
Dragonborn Fighter: “And that’s the DM telling us to get the heck out of Dodge.”