kids knits

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? 

how bout kash/keyleth tho

kash thinks she’s a bit much at first, but she’s beautiful, and she grows on him. “is she always like this?” becomes less disgruntled as time goes on and more becomes hopeful; he could always use a little more light in this dark, awful world he’s in

keyleth’s path takes her on a similar one to kash’s; it’s nice to have company on the way. she teaches him about nature and the ashari, and kash is a fast and willing learner. her enthusiasm and love for it warms him and a rare smile creeps onto his face watching her, every damn time

with the help of percy, keyleth druid-crafts the wooden shaft of his spear. percy carves the patterns she requests into it, and keyleth grows small vines and flowers over it, and it’s still usable, it’s just more pretty– and once while kash would’ve scoffed at it, he feels his chest swell; no one’s given him something so beautiful before

they’re both calm enough for eachother. there’s no drama, no constant need for adventure; there’s keyleth’s aramente and vesh. once it’s over with, they can settle down, kashaw becoming a healer for the air ashari they join in with, keyleth trying to be the best headmaster she can be. they support eachother, lift one another up; it’s an easy, kind life, and they’d prefer nothing less

anonymous asked:

I've seen you mention "woobie Lance" a few times and maybe I'm just not up with fandom lingo, but what does that mean? You don't have to answer or explain if you don't want to...I'm just curious.

I reminder that I am a Salty Fandom Grandma who uses Ye Olde Internet Lingo, like Whump.  (which I did not know originally came from SG-1!  I learned a thing today.  Surprise, it was for Daniel.  Oh, Danny boy, you fan fav)

A Woobie is basically an audience catharsis character.  What I mean by this is that they get suffering projected onto them so they they can suffering it nobley and with dramatic tears in their eyes and the audience can clasp their lil hands over their chest and get that tight feeling and go awww their suffering is so good.

Now, I have no problems with that on principle: I trade in that, let’s be real.  But the difference between a Woobie as used in fandom lingo and a H/c angst fic is that all of a Woobie’s pain is totally external.  The Woobie is a perfect wonder, an angel on earth, a kindhearted bastion of all that is good that the world just wants to punch in the face.  They never cause any of their conflicts and instead sit their nobly as everyone around them suddenly turns into an ass and doesn’t see to their ~emotional needs~.  The resolution of the fic is ALWAYS when the other characters collectively learned they’ve been wrong all along and they were taking them for granted.  Poor Woobie was the perfect wonderful light of their life and they hurt them, oh woe.

Look, I get it.  I do.  Do you know how many Woobie Daniel Jackson fics I read when I was 16?  A lot.  So many.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t annoy me now.  And, like, I’m not gunna kick down the door and break up someone else’s party.  I don’t tag my rants, I don’t comment on those fics.  Mostly I avoid Lance fics because there’s so much of it.  It would have done me no good in my teens to tell me that those fics were Woobiefication and they were bad.  If you like it, by all fucking means, project on Perfect Angel Lance, idc.  But if I get asked about it I won’t lie, either, ya dig?

But yeah that’s why I don’t read a lot of Lance fic -finger guns-

2016 was in many ways the most brutal year of my life, and also the most beautiful. So much pain, and yet so much growth and so many joys made all the sweeter for the circumstances.

My husband left, unable to find the courage he needed to stay and rebuild. So I found out that I am whole without him.

I renovated my little house, worked with the contractor and my ex, but mostly with my own two hands (and lots of help and encouragement from my partner). I found strength I’d been told for years I didn’t have and did things no one would let me before. And I am proud of the results.

I was joined in my home by my partner and his wife and kids, and we knit ourselves a new family out of the things we are. While our own families turned away in anger, fear, or judgement, we turned towards each other. I am in awe of my metamour’s generous spirit and her quiet strength, and my partner has been amazing - I don’t have words for what his love and support have been to me.

This year has been about learning to walk with heartache in one hand and joy in the other, with my heart open to love and my soul storing away moments of beauty.

I am looking at the new year with peace in my heart. I am content.

Shoutout to all the people with a bunch of talents, but isn’t the Beethoven of any of them. To the people who love to to what they do but don’t make it their lives.

To the kids in band that don’t play huge concerts, or march, or practice every day.

To the kids who can knit scarves but not sweaters, or only know one pattern.

To the kids who love to draw or paint but can’t draw realistic people, or cars, or can’t shade or draw backgrounds

To the kids who can sew but can’t make a prom dress, or complicated stuffed animals, or embroider masterpieces

To the kids who don’t dedicate their lives to writing with deadlines and 50k stories

To the kids who sing but don’t take lessons or preform in bands or concert halls

To everyone who loves their talents, but don’t master them

Peter [Hogan] doesn’t like it when I’m too literal because the magic of the book is you never know whether Neverland is a real place or if it’s Wendy’s mind. But it does say, Barrie’s quite clear, if you could stay awake while you’re asleep, you’d find your mother tidying up your mind, much like she tidies up drawers. She takes all the pretty thoughts and puts them in the top and she takes all the evil dark ones and hides them in the box so you can’t find them in the morning. And the Neverlands are a place inside children’s minds, which have not just pirates and adventures, but first days at school and nasty tasting medicine and math sums, and it’s kind of this strange, surreal land. So my interpretation is, Wendy is placed in this horrible position where she’s told she has to grow up. And growing up in those days meant marriage and kids and knitting. There was no kind of, hanging around with an iPod, dancing in the mall. So, she goes to this place, maybe in her imagination, maybe not. In order to help her work this out, there’s someone there who’s never going to grow up, who represents staying childish for the rest of her life, and someone who represents the very worst and the very best things about growing up. So there’s this repulsive creature, [who] she’s strangely attracted to, who looks a little bit like her dad, oddly enough. Because who do little girls think about when they think about being married? They think about being married to their dad
—  Jason Isaacs’ theories when asked why Mr. Darling and Captain Hook are always played by the same actor. (IGN, Jeff Otto, 23 Dec 2003)

I got some new paper but now I’ve decided India ink sucks so now I want gouache for colors like dave’s text and why is this hobby so expensive

in other news i finally settled on a capital t i like that doesn’t look like an i


♪ Lady Deer Dark-morigirl set for MSD BJDs ♪

Price: 64$ + shipping SOLD

Find it in my Etsy store!

Order made! ONLY ONE SET!
Please be advised that the sets fit best on slim MSDs such as fairyland minifee/dollchateau kid/ etc.

Set includes:
~ knit gray cardigan
~ layered-ruffled tulle skirt
~ long tunic shirt
~ long black socks
~ black panties
~ accessories: scarf, dreamcatcher necklace and flower crown

Available sizes:
~MSD: Dollchateu/minifee/Luts/ etc

(rocks in my rocking chair) these fuckin kids (picks up my knitting needle) dont know that BIGBANG paved the way for these nugu boy groups (takes a sip of prune juice) without BIGBANG your little bangtan boys and exo wouldnt exist (bone cracks) ow my back!!! someone come give me my sponge bath before i– (falls asleep)


For @izadorablog…part 2 to this imagine. Enjoy!

Peter: So, you’re really my dad?

Tony: *nods* Yep. DNA doesn’t lie.

Peter: *mutters* At least I know why I’m so smart. *pauses* Then who was the guy I thought was my dad?

Tony: *shrugs* Probably the guy your mother left me for. Don’t blame her. Knew her when I wasn’t the…relationship type.

Peter: B-But then why didn’t she tell me? Or you? There has to be a reason. Did my dad know? I mean, you didn’t obviously, b-but the guy I was told was my father. Not that he wasn’t a good father-don’t have many memories of him, but-

Tony: *chuckling* Calm down, underoos. I don’t know why your mother didn’t say anything. All I know is that you’re…you’re my kid.

Peter: *smiles slightly* *knits brows* Am I going to have to go by Peter Stark now?

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