hella sweater

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A few weeks ago I started working on this sweater. It should have been a weekend project, but you know how I’m never able to get the right amount of yarn lol

So yesterday I finished this alpaca sweater and I’m hella proud of it.
I used the pattern “Oversized knitted Sweater” by ALEKSANDRA

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Dija King - voldemortsjumpoff

@tauped

Merry Christmas! For Chris “Chowder” Chow, my fave Wellie, prince of babs, fictional goalie of my heart, a gift of holiday-appropriate SJ Sharks apparel (◡‿◡✿) 3 guesses which Samwell men’s hockey team upperclassman gifted him that (Bitty, it’s Bitty)

for those heretofore unacquainted, a gift from me to you: Check, Please! treat yourself and go read it, merry xmas, you’re welcome

FACE REVEAL!

Hey, what’s up, I’m Issa! I’m a small, Asian 14 year old girl with way too many cat shirts and an art blog.

I’m biro/ace and I’m in love with my really pretty straight friend. Happy pride month!

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Annnnnnd it’s done!!
I started on this bad boi on Friday and was able to finish knitting the pieces by Sunday and left Monday for the sewing.
I think for my first attempt at making this it went pretty well. The cables are different from the original virgin killer sweater, but I think it still looks nice.

I written down a pattern (wrote chicken scratch on the closes pieces of paper I could find) as I was knitting and so far its for a medium size. I’m thinking about making more of these and messing with the designs and colors just to see what I like best.

Google Doc - E.D. - Pt. 3

“Summary - You have an 8 AM lecture with a guy who also has no idea what’s going on. You agree to make a Google Doc together to try to make some sense of the class but end up flirting with each other more than comparing notes.

Warnings - I’m posting this from my hotel room so sorry if something is messed up I’m doing this from my mobile app

Word Count - 840  


“It’s 6:55. I bet he forgot,” you say to your roommate. She’s on the edge of her bed, painting her toenails, while you’re pacing around the room.

“No, he didn’t. He’s just trying not to look over eager,” She says, still focused on her pedicure.

You sigh dramatically, plopping down on your bed and scrolling through Instagram. You’d been ready since about 6:30, so your roommate has heard your concern countless times. You start scrolling through Intstagram to pass the time until you hear a knock on your door.

“One sec!” you yell, shutting off your phone and flashing a nervous smile at your roommate.

“Hey,” you greet Ethan as you slip out the door.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asks. 

“Not much. Where do you wanna study?” you question.

“Library?” he suggests, and you agree.

You and Ethan make small talk as he leads you across campus. When you get there, you find a secluded corner in the basement where the two of you can talk without being interrupted.

Dropping his backpack on the floor, he asks, “Okay, so what should we start with?”

“Oh, can we check the differences between multivariate distributions? I can’t seem to figure them out,” you say as you take a seat next to him. You’re trying hard to stay cool, but you’re freaking out a little on the inside. He’s just so damn cute.

“Oh, yeah, I remember being confused by that, too. Do you wanna look in the book while I check the Google Doc?” he asks. You nod in reply, pulling your textbook out of your bag as he retrieves his laptop.

By the time the two of you finish studying, it’s past nine o’clock.

“Oh my God, have we really been studying for two hours?” You ask Ethan incredulously.

“Yeah, I guess so. I say we wrap it up for the night. Not much else we can do besides hope and pray,” he responds, and you chuckle. You gather your things and head out the door. As you’re walking home, you pass Ethan’s dorm hall. You slow down, expecting him to part ways with you, but he doesn’t.

“Aren’t you going home?” you ask him.

“No, I’m walking you home,” he declares, briefly glancing at you before looking ahead.

“You don’t have to-” you start, but Ethan cuts you off.

“I want to. Besides, it’s already pretty dark out. Kinda spooky,” he smirks. You can feel your heart flutter.

“Thanks, Ethan,” you say and he just shrugs. While you walk, you talk to him about college, mostly about classes. You find out that he’s a digital media major.

“I dunno, I just really like making videos,” he says.

“What do you like about it?”

“I just think it’s a really cool way to convey ideas and emotions and stuff, you know? Like, you can say so much in just a five minute video. It would be really cool to make full-length films one day, but I’m not even close - I’m sorry, this must be so boring,” he laughs, looking down.

“No, it’s really cool. I feel the same way, to be honest. I’ve just never gotten into it,” you confess.

“Thanks,” he smiles, “I could teach you some basic stuff, if you want.”

“I’d love that,” you respond, trying not to grin from ear-to-ear.

Soon, you reach the door to your building. You turn to Ethan, smiling. “Thanks again for walking me back,” you say.

“It’s not a problem, really,” he insists. “You’re good from here, right?” You nod, and he says, “Okay, goodnight, Y/N.” He leans in, placing a quick kiss on your cheek, and before you can respond, he turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder what the hell that meant.

Test day came and went. You and Ethan both got A’s on the test, which meant that your joint study effort was paying off. However, it didn’t last for long.

Once the two of you became more comfortable around each other, you found yourselves becoming more easily distracted when trying to take notes together . Thanks to the chat option, Ethan found a way to discreetly joke around with you during class. The first time he messaged you in class, you weren’t expecting it. You looked at Ethan confusedly when you saw the notification on your screen, wondering why he didn’t just lean over and talk to you in person. Open it, he mouthed, so you did.

Dr. Morgan is looking hella fine in that sweater vest amirite

You had to clap a hand over your mouth to refrain from laughing out loud. You look over at him helplessly, and quickly tap out a response:

I’m more distracted by his pants. His ass is looking tight in those khakis

This time, Ethan is the one struggling to contain his laughter.

The two of you spent the rest of the class messaging each other, not only joking around but even getting to know each other. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you knew you were developing serious feelings for this boy.

anonymous asked:

Heiii I love your hc!! Could you please write something for the hc "jikook get sent in an alternative universe where jimin is the maknae in BTS" Pretty please I love Maknae!Jimin 😘😘

hi love!!! sorry for the late reply    i love maknae jimin!!!! but let’s be honest, would there be any difference from reality?

I would say BTS would dote on his cuteness a lot, hoseok would go crazy squeezing his cheeks, tae would buy a hella expensive gucci sweater for his birthday–oh, wait, that already happened….

jungkook would have the excuse to pamper him tho? no hiding his absolute adoration to his favorite junior, and jimin would love to ask him for advice because “jungkookie hyung is so good at everything…” “but jiminnie, its not like you really need it, you are so talented already…” “But i like having hyungs attention all for myself” *jungkook melts*

jimin is a tease and so clingy, and uses the excuse that he’s the maknae and needs affection to cling to jungkook, always throwing himself on the other whenever he has the chance to.


//-why do you always cling to jungkook oppa the most?- the post-it note reads on a fansing one day.
-because he’s my favorite hyung- jimin writes, “but don’t tell the others”, he says with playful wink. both jimin and the fan giggle when jungkook, who was sitting next to him, goes red from head to toe.

//“you have no filter, right?”
“Why should I? It’s true you are my favorite hyung….”
“What would the others say”
“they understand….they know i love you”
“ha ha, so funny………. i love you too”

October 5 Sentence Writing Challenge, Day 10

Pairing: Fraxus (Freed x Laxus)

Prompt: Sweaters

Rating: K+

“Can’t believe he really got us those matching sweaters.”

“It’s Bixlow.” In other words, ‘what else did you expect’? There wasn’t much that could surprise Freed still, not when it came to his best friend, but actually if he was completely honest… He didn’t dislike the sweaters. They looked comfortable and he was fond of the thought of having another pair of matching clothes with his future husband.

Laxus was still eyeing the white sweater saying 'hella gay’ written in rainbow colors, thick brows furrowed. Perhaps he really shouldn’t be surprised either. “I guess,” he muttered and then looked over at Freed’s black sweaterwith the same rainbow logo.

“We should try them on,” the rune mage casually suggested and already began to strip off his shirt whilst the dragon slayer remained silent. He wouldn’t stop his boyfriend from undressing. But he also suddenly did have to grin secretly before, after a moment of enjoying his boyfriend shirtless, beginning to take his own shirt off as well and return this little service.

Bixlow was right after all. They were hella gay for each other and they didn’t want it any other way.

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In which Granny Evans sends her youngest grandson (a.k.a. “my little sharky”) her special knitted sweater for Christmas, and his meister insists he send back a picture of himself in the said knitwear to show proper gratitude to the old lady.

“No, Maka, I’m not wearing this outside. What? Of course I love her but — WAIT DON’T POST THAT ON YOUR IG!!!” — Soul Eater Evans at some point.