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The man opposite her pulled a pair of knitting needles and chunky blue yarn from a weathered satchel. He’d been looking jittery since the train ground to a halt fifteen minutes ago, but the instant the wool was in his hands the tension eased from him. The hard frown lines between his eyes softened into ones of gentle concentration. There was almost a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he broke the paper band around the wool and found the loose end.

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One of the new professors at my school started a knitting club and will teach anyone who wants to learn but right now I’m the only other person in this entire school who knows how to knit. 

So now I have all these baby knitters wandering up to me in the hallways and between class and in the lab, wanting me to check their stitches and tension and wanting reassurance. 

Which is adorable but maybe not when I am literally holding a human heart in my hand? 

Why they never talk about no magic home ec class in Hogwarts.

Clearly they have spells for it.

Molly Weasley has knitting needles going, and while house elves do the cooking at Hogwarts presumably they use some magic there to keep up with the giant work load, and iirc, Molly uses magic to cook. 

So, where the home ec class at.
Where the muggleborns with dread in their eyes thinking it’ll be a normal like, cooking class, [Harry all excited thinking he’s gonna ace this class or at least do alright, since he cooked for the Dursley’s], and then the first half the first class is a lesson about how you’ve got to earn the respect of your measuring spoons. Otherwise they’ll argue with you on how much has to go into a recipe.
Harry has a kind of tentative conversation with his and they work with him after he realized they were an older set used to students forcing them to work for them. Talks to them gently and asks if they think a little more or little less should go into a recipe, or if they think he should add an ingredient now and then because they’ve made the same thing over, and over.
Harry trying to make Molly a sweater in return for the one he got because he doesn’t know what to do with having gotten gifts, and only really managing a rather lengthy and oddly tensioned scarf made from the best yarn he could find out of a catalog he found on the shelf in the classroom. The professor was just delighted he’d decided to keep at knitting and crocheting [he may have… mixed the two] after they’d finished the unit, to make a gift.  

Where’s Hermione having a long drawn out conversation with the home ec professor about how it’s ridiculous to devote magic to knitting when you can do it by hand, and the professor countering about the time saved by simply using enchanted needles or a charm. The conversation takes up the entire period but a teacher actually takes Hermione seriously for once because effective division of effort/time is a very important skill to learn and it’s what they’re there to teach.
Wheres Ron answering all the questions like a fucking CHAMP because managing in his family has basically made his ass a pro at everything– budgeting a vault? On it. Spelling how many cauldrons to feed how many people with how much food? On lock like it’s fucking Azkaban. Best herbs and plants to grow for general– he has already finished the worksheet/in-class essay that was on the board and is fucking around with his quill. He gets called on, his string bean ass gonna have the answer while kinda being shocked at himself that he actually does, because– like many poor ass people– we manage resources really damn well when we know what we have. And we very rarely let it get away from us.

Where’s the rich-ass purebloods that know finances and shit because they’re taking over family blood-line affairs when their older and their parents drilled that into their heads, but can’t cook/sew/anything else to save their life till they learn.
Where was Oliver Wood trying to make Healthy Food Things for the quidditch team for Extra Energy and just making a mess.
The Twins making a totally harmless banana pudding and selling it in their store and NO ONE KNOWING WHAT IT DOES, everyone panicking because they’re SURE they did something.

We were robbed of so much is all i’m saying.

A Roll of the Dice

Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction/oneshot

Word Count: 10,254

Rating: Teen for sin

Pairings: Marichat/Adrienette

Summary: Alya gives Marinette a pair of adult love dice for her 18th birthday. Later that night, Chat Noir suggests to Marinette that they play a game with them to see if they work.

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Prompt/Summary: A little something for all of my knitters out there (and crocheters)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff in a knit hat

Word Count: 1347

Author’s Note:

Originally posted by 13roots

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Max sitting with the Milking Mothers and they teach him how to knit.  He starts knitting for relaxation and makes random things.  

Furiosa finds a brightly colored cozy on the stick shift of her new war rig.  It’s so weird but so precious she can’t remove it.  

War pups with misshapen knit hats on.  

Big, tough, War Boys with little black knitted baggies tied to their belts.  

Max makes new fingerless gloves for Dag, in a really garish bright green yarn since she works with the plants.  She doesn’t really like them but wears them anyways because a gift carries the giver’s warm spirit in it.

Max leaves a light yellow pouch for Toast…she is confused but oddly delighted.  No one has ever given her a gift before.  

Capable requests a shawl and Max tries to make something somewhat “pretty”, so he asks his knitting mentor how to make something different, but he ends up making something that looks like an old fish net.  Capable still loves it because it’s unique.

The next try he nails it, perfect shawl, in Cheedo’s favorite colors.

He makes a few more for the Vuvalini and some of the younger girls at the Citadel.

He makes one more, out of dark blue and aqua-marine colored yarn with flecks of light green and tan.  He’d been saving this yarn for a while.  It reminds him of the ocean where his home used to be, but it also reminds him of his new home, where he is now.  He puts it away and insists he just made it to keep his hands busy, but everyone else knows why he made it.  Capable snatches it when he’s not around and leaves it for Furiosa, with a note that simply says, “from Max”. 

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skye07  asked:

Ohhh!!! you wrote the knitting Tony story!!!! I've been hunting that story for a long time!!! (was on a reading spree on your Tony tag, I'm having a swell of a time) So HOW ABOUT!! Someone finding or just ended up in Tony's stash room (it might be a floor if we are being honest, I would with his resources). I am salivating just imaginging the AMOUNT of yarn Tony must have collected, of all colours and types. Just, please. I would love you even more if you decide this prompt worthy~~

You mean that story I sent to bloody-bee-tea about Tony knitting? I’m surprised I haven’t written more Tony knitting, tbh. Hope you like it! Look out for under the cut!

Natasha had been investigating her new home when she stumbled into it. The room was gigantic, cube shelves covering the walls. Every single shelf had balls of yarn in it, starting with red in one corner and spreading in a circular rainbow of yarns, except for the few columns of shelves that were filled with needles, hooks, counters of some sort?

Natasha felt nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain. Perhaps because this room felt deeply personal? That the person who had set it up had taken time to organize it just right?

She stayed just long enough to tuck a gun under some soft yarn before she left. Each room needed at least one weapon hidden in it.

“Why would you ever need this in my stash?” Tony complained, shoving the gun into her hands. “You can use literally anything in there as a weapon. The straight needles can be used to stab people and the circular needles can be used as garrotes. My double-pointed needles can be used in close combat. And if your attacker is allergic to wool, he’s gonna be in for a bad time.”

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Date the being made of soft tangled forgotten yarn from abandoned knitting projects. Drape yourself in the warmth of the memories woven into its physical form. The creature will unravel with each moment of true happiness with you, so tie bits around your fingers to remind you of those happy memories.

Flip Flap Flip Flap (but with mallet percussion)
TO-MAS ft. Chima
Flip Flap Flip Flap (but with mallet percussion)

“stop making mallet covers of the flip flappers music,” you all say.

“no,” i reply, scouring the internet for the epic climax everything-is-cool-and-we’re-getting-our-happy-ending sheet music so i can make a mallet percussion cover of it

First Sleep over with Josh (Fluff) Imagine

Originally posted by youareoutofmymind

Requested: Yes

Anonymous: Can you do one about the first time you sleepover with josh (just fluffy) and his guy friends all give him a hard time about it when they find you two the next day 

Word Count: 1,124

Boy: Josh Dun

A/N: This is acutally my first TOP writing! Send in more if you all want! :)

Josh was lying on the couch waiting for you to get out of the bathroom since you were changing into your pajamas, he was scrolling through his phone listening intently for the squeaky door to indicate that you were done. He set down his phone right when he heard that sound of the door opening, “I put in a movie if that’s alright, well I hope you are alright with Shrek,” He admitted giggling nervously, till you walked out into the living room wearing a twenty one pilots shirt with a pair of plaid pants with fuzzy socks. “Damn,” He whispered underneath his breath at the sight of you, your face clear of any make-up, though he thought that you looked better without any.

“Shrek is fine,” You mumbled trying not to blush at how Josh was staring at you, it was nothing special (you thought at least) that he was staring at. You were in PJ’s, no makeup on and your hair down, he stood up from his crouched position in front of the TV. It was the first time spending the night over at Josh place, and you weren’t just nervous but terrified; what if you farted in your sleep while he was still awake? Or you had a bloody nose ruining his couch and/ or bed?!

Or the worst of the worse, started the bloody river at night?

A shaky breath escaped past your lips, you were trying so hard in calming yourself down but the many bad cases playing in your head was not helping in anyway. Till you noticed what Josh was doing in front of you, “Are.. Are you making a fort?” You questioned him baffled by what he was doing right now, he was grabbing chairs from the table and blankets from the floor. Putting them all together with some patience, with a chuckle you stand up helping him with weighing down the blankets and setting up the inside of the fort.

The both of you step back observing the creation that took a little over an hour, the fort was filled with pillows and blankets. The outside was guarded with chairs and some plants, “It looks amazing,” Josh spoke finally breaking the silence between the two of you, during the whole process of making it neither of you had spoke to one another. Working around one another or observing watching intently at what the other was doing and helping them pick out a better way to make the fort better. “We did good,” You admitted holding up a hand for him to high five, a large grin graced his face. Clapping his hands together rubbing them before grabbing the bowl of chips and the case of Kool-aid on the counter, hunching down army crawling into the fort.

“It is amazing in here along with really warm!” He exclaimed poking his head out the entrance waving a hand in for you to follow suit.

Bending down hearing the joints in your legs popping, “Ow that sounds like that hurts,” Josh spoke up from inside the fort, “Just kind of, unless they lock up than it hurts twice as bad.”

“Okay, are you all comfy and ready for some Shrek?!” Josh pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with the music. You brought one of the pillows up front, bringing it up towards your chest for comfort and to rest on. “Chip?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

After Shrek was over Josh let you pick out the next movie, choosing Lady and The Tramp for the second one. You knew the movie by heart since your brothers and sister always wanted to watch it when you all were younger, a yawn breaking over the part where the beaver was helping out. “You tired? We could go to bed,” Josh whispered towards you stuffing his mouth with more chips, with a shake of the head you reached over and took another kool-aid twisting off the top and downing it in one gulp.

“I’m good,” Though you knew that in any moment you were going to be passed out, or at least that was what you had thought. You both made it past three other movies, till it came down to talking about anything.

“This is so clique,” Josh broke the silence between the two of you, a had to admit it was clique. The both of you in a fort made of blankets and guarded by plants and chairs, with the disney music of the credits in the background empty bottles lying around on the floor. “But it’s cute and kind of different,” You told him cuddling into his chest, blinking a couple of times fighting the sleep that wanted to take you.

“It is, and I’m happy the first night we spent together was like this,” Josh admitted bringing you in more towards him, his breathing becoming more slower, till you heard light snores. With a final deep breath you closed your eyes accepting sleep.

The giggling is what woke you up first, and than the sound of pictures being taken from outside the fort that Josh and Yourself both made. “It’s kind of cute,” You heard from outside the fort, shooting up from lying down on Josh chest, it was Tyler you heard. “Oh, someone is awake,” You heard another person say, Brendon.

“Sup Y/N, Josh. Did you guys have a fun and wild night?!” Tyler joked holding up the Disney DVD cases in the air, laughing a little harder at Josh messy hair and disoriented self. His yellow hair sticking up every direction, with a groan he fell back into the pillows that were on the other end of the fort. “Wait for us!” Brendon hollered climbing in after him, trying not to step or bump into you as you crawled out, Tyler following suit after him. There were shouts of protest and of annoyance, “Hey Y/N!?” Jenna greeted you though with the way she said it she was about to ask a question till Sarah beat her to it.

“Why are there Plants in front of the fort and on the sides?” Sarah asked pointing at the plants that were on either side and indeed in front of the fort.

How were you going to tell them that yourself and Josh put them there to ward off the Ghosts that were after the both of you. Or at least that’s what the both of you made up in your heads when you heard something fall late at night.

“They are to ward off the Ghosts!” Josh hollered from within the fort, yarning laughter and jokes from the guys and questioning but not going to ask any further expressions from Sarah and Jenna.

TYPE: Ghost Shell Recording

DESCRIPTION: Conversation




[1.1] What’s that?

[2.1] It’s a hat.

[1.2] You’re making a hat?

[2.2] Crocheting. Keeps the mind off things, keeps the hands steady. You don’t do anything like that? Y’know…create something? Instead of just destroy it?

[1.3] Buddy, when you’re as good at destroying stuff as I am, you don’t need much else.

[2.3] Right. Each his own, then.

[1.4] Gotta say, this is kinda surprising coming from someone who spends most of his time punching aliens. You don’t even have anyone to give gifts to.

[2.4] Don’t have to give ‘em away if I don’t want to. It’s more like - it’s more like I’m making armor. For things that I want to protect.

[1.5] That’s not going to stop a bullet.

[2.5] It’s a metaphor, you pylon. I thought Hunters were clever.

[1.6] I think the word you’re looking for is “pragmatic.”


[1.7] It means sensible.

[2.6] I know what it means! Anyway, I crochet something for all the stuff I care about.

[1.8] Ah. I wondered about your collection of hat-wearing rocks.

[2.7] One from each planet. And now I’m pretty good at making hats.


[1.9] And you - I mean, it makes a difference? Makes you feel good?


[2.8] More’n that. It almost - it almost makes me feel alive.



[2.9] Here, it’s done. Happy Dawning - the hat’s for you. Make sure you keep your head attached to your neck.

A Special Pair of Gloves

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Twelve Days of Fanfic: Day Five

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader

Request: “could I request knitting Kurt a special pair of gloves because he was sad he couldn’t wear any?”

Warnings: None

You ran through the thick layer of snow to the front of Xavier’s mansion, Kurt right beside you. The two of you had just gotten back from a snowball fight with Scott and Jean, and you were both covered with snow.

As you opened the doors to allow you and Kurt in, you noticed Kurt’s hands were shaking and covered with ice and bits of snow.

“Are you okay?” you asked, motioning to his hands. Kurt nodded.

“I’m fine. It’s just I can’t wear gloves, so my hands get cold,” Kurt said sheepishly, a note of sadness to his voice.

Your eyes suddenly got wide, an idea coming to you as Kurt walked ahead of you into the mansion. You yelled a quick good bye, running down the hall to your room. You hurried into your room, stopping at your desk. You pulled some yarn from a drawer, along with some knitting needles. You then began to put your idea together string by string. It was hard work, figuring out how to make the fingers and what size to make them. You had to measure Kurt’s fingers at one point, the young blue mutant giving you a strange look the entire time. You had barely made it out without him figuring what you were doing.

But in a couple days, you had the final product. You held them out in front of you proudly. It was a pair of gloves with only three fingers, made perfectly for Kurt’s hands.

You tucked them into the sweater you were wearing, heading downstairs where Kurt, Jean, and Scott were waiting for you. You all had planned another snowball fight since a heavy snowfall had taken place the night before, the snow just the perfect temperature to form snowballs.

“Ready?” Scott asked when he saw you. You nodded, letting Jean and Scott walk out of the door first.

“Wait, Kurt,” you said before Kurt followed them. He stopped, giving you a puzzled look. You drew the gloves out carefully, presenting them to him with a smile. He reached forward slowly, picking them up.

“You- made gloves?” He asked, his eyes wide as he turned them over in his hands.

You nodded. “Ones that will fit you. So your hands won’t get cold.”

You watched nervously as Kurt pulled one on, worried they wouldn’t fit. But the glove fit perfectly, his fingers fitting comfortably in the soft knitted yarn.

He held his hands out in front of him, his mouth parted with surprise.

“Danke,” he breathed, giving you a grateful look.

You grinned grabbing one of his hands and pulling him toward the door. “Let’s go try them out.”


This method of casting on uses two needles. It doesn’t require that you determine how much yarn you will need to complete the cast on ahead of time. This method may be used at the beginning of a project and is also often used for casting on in the middle of a row (e.g. for a buttonhole), or at the beginning of a row (e.g. shaping)

To begin, make a slip knot (loop) on one needle, approximately 6 inches from yarn end. This counts as the first stitch.

In the left hand, hold needle with left thumb and index finger get, hold yarn tail close to knot.

Hold free needle in right hand. Insert tip of right needle through loop on left needle from front to back. Notice right needle is under left needle and the working yarn is under the right needle.

Slightly move left index finger and thumb over to hold right needle in position for a moment.

Draw right needle with yarn back through loop on left needle.

Bring left needle in front of loop on right needle and then up through loop.

Remove right needle from loop and gently tighten new stitch on left needle by pulling working yarn.

Repeat these steps for each additional cast on stitch or until you can work with ease and your cast on stitches become evenly spaced on the needle - not too loose or tight.

NOTE: Cast on stitches should slide easily on the needle. If cast on edge is too tight, try again with a needle one or two sizes larger.

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