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Chain Gangster - Alfie Solomons Fan Fic/One Shot request

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@captstefanbrandt said:

Would you be interested in writing a one shot with one of your characters and Alfie or a new character and him where she teaches him to crochet to ease his stress? I just thought of that concept while I’m sitting here doing it. I think it’d be good for him lol

This one shot will revisit Alfie and Shanna from the fan fic The Wandering Jew and the Dancing Girl. 

NO WARNINGS - ASIDE FROM ALFIE’S #%@ MOUTH, ALL FLUFF

Chain Gangster

Ollie unlocked the door to Alfie’s office, stifling a yawn as he crossed the threshold and walked over to his own space in the corner.  As he did every morning he immediately started preparations to have fresh coffee brewed for himself … but mostly Alfie’s arrival.   If his employer arrived already in a grumpy mood, which was most days, it was a sure way to at least partially soothe his infamous temper.   While it brewed he busied himself with other necessary daily tasks and general tidying of his desk.  His eyes kept flicking to a vaguely square shaped object made of yarn that sat where he normally placed his coffee mug.   His brow creased as he continually glanced at the crocheted piece with its irregular corners and frayed pieces of yarn. Curious he finally picked it up to thoroughly examine it.   It smelled vaguely of rum and tobacco.  

What the hell… and how?

There were only two people with keys to this office:  himself and Alfie.   The office was locked and this odd little gift (?) was definitely not here when he left the office the previous evening.    That only left Alfie.

Nnnnoooo!

He couldn’t imagine the large, strong hands of his boss handling anything remotely delicate as a crocheting hook or any kind of knitting needle; unless he was using it as a weapon against someone who had broken some rules.   Surely Alfie stabbing someone in the eye seemed far more logical than the notion that he had actually crocheted this – whatever it was.   Though when he considered the overall clear lack of skill and finesse, it did raise a brow further.     Maybe?

Still more confusing was what the hell it was supposed to be in the first place.  Ollie poured himself a cup of coffee and sat behind his desk - his eyes resting on the piece.   A knock sounded upon the door and the bustling bulk of Ms. Shannon swept through to drop the previous days daily order receipts upon his desk.   With a snort she picked up his coffee and set it upon the knitted doily while mumbling.

“Got three of them myself already.  Tho I be expectin’ we ain’t supposed to say a word ‘bout ‘em.”   Rolling her eyes, she turned about and shaking her head exited his office.   “Whatever keeps him form hollerin’, I’ll not be complaining.”

Ollie could only nod silently in agreement and with a satisfied smile, sat back and awaited the arrival of his boss.   He certainly agreed with the kitchen manager:  IF he was the creator, this would certainly fall under the category of Not Discussed.

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From humble beginnings.. each of these photos is of a different start of this beautiful Estonian inspired lace doily, Tulipe. It starts with 6 stitches and moves outwards, it has triple yarn overs, nupps (tiny little bobbles), and a crochet bind-off.. all of which were completely new to me. My fingers are ache-y and I’ve used almost every pin I own to block this - but the pattern is labeled as being for intermediate knitters, so I’m officially going to stop calling myself a newbie. :)))

Things I’ve Written In Fanfics
  • “You are the wind beneath my carcass.”
  • “GoodNIGHT YOU OVERPRICED LIBRARIAN.”
  • “I am Shakespeare and I approve of thy message.”
  • “I just popped my kneecap and my life flashed before my eyes.”
  • “If it was legal I would make love to this hamburger.”
  • “Pretty sure life’s problems can be solved with a Mickey Mouse waffle.”
  • “When you die can I dissect your body?”
  • “In another life I want to be a barbarian that knits doilies.”
  • “I appreciate your concern but a stuffed reindeer’s not going to ward off intruders.”
  • “I like the idea of being a majestic whale that screams ‘MOTHERFUCKER’ as I cannonball on my enemies.”
  • “I’m positive that stealing a swimming pool would make Santa sad.”
  • “I drink juice boxes while judging people.”
  • “I’m working on my Disney princess name. How does ‘Snow Gay’ sound?”
  • “Why do you have a tattoo that says ‘Kittylicious’ on your butt?”
  • “Sweet dreams you burnt turnip.”
  • “I have achieved the ultimate state of animu.”
  • “Crying for twelve minutes after watching Pooh Bear is perfectly normal.”
  • “Why did you stick a rose petal up your nose?!”
  • *squints eyes* “I want to say that that…. is a finger.”
  • “What does LMAO mean? ‘Laughing my anger out’? I do that often. And then I want to stab someone.”
  • “That is illegal everywhere.”
  • “When someone sends me an emoji I have to send the same one back more times than they did. Otherwise they’ve asserted their dominance and I can’t have that.”
  • “FIRMLY GRASP HIS TONGUE.”

anonymous asked:

sorry if this is too specific but I wanted to build my wardrobe in an old school direction but am on a budged. I can sew a bit and like to crochet, embroider and can also knit but I've become more and more interested in lace making for my pieces but I can never really decide on what kind of lace to make. I've also considered learning how to make bobbin lace (but it looks rather unpractical since you can hardly carry it around) and tatting. any advice on what works "best"? thanks in advance :)

I’d probably try to start with crocheting lace! There’s a lot of resources out there and it’s pretty portable. Crocheted and tatted laces look very similar, when you do it with a small enough hook. Tatting is definitely more portable, though. If you get a chance, read some of the books on tatting and crocheted/knitted doilies/lace, and see which one calls out to you. I have no idea why, but the craft superstore that I spend all my time at has books on tatting, but no actual tatting supplies. Weird.

i have fallen too deep help me

He knew that one day it would come back and haunt him. Since the day his partner had picked up the knitting needles, he knew this ought to happen. Asgore should have stopped it right then, but two things had crossed his mind; the thought that his obsession with flowers was no better, and then… the look of happiness that was seen in the scientist’s eyes was more than enough for him to keep quiet. He had even encouraged Gaster and had bought him wool. But only because it had been on sale, and not because the other’s eyes had shone bright with joy and he had hugged Asgore like he had returned from the war and not from the store.

So he let the guy knit. Soon various places in the house had been filled with lace doilies, knitted lampshades, and new pillows. In retrospect this should have been the point in which Asgore should have asked him to stop. Undyne had even given him the perfect chance by asking one time during a visit, “It’s becoming a bit much, isn’t it?”

But Asgore had just shrugged his shoulders and said, “If it makes him happy.”

He hadn’t told anybody about the conversation he had with Gaster before the knitting had started. How the scientist had admitted that he felt useless, like he was just a failure, and that he wasn’t good at anything; something not even Alphys knew.

It had broken Asgore’s heart, but he had never been good at cheering people up- or so his ex wife mentioned once. So he had suggested that Gaster should pick up a hobby.

And now, staring down at one of the cheesiest Christmas sweater he has ever seen, Asgore sort of comes to regretting the suggestion. The sweater has green and red stripes, with little snowflakes dotted along the sides of the reindeer on the front. It doesn’t even look bad, but it was one of the only things Asgore refused to wear. But there was also a pair of obviously excited, grey eyes looking at him, which made him feel bad.

“And? What do you think?” His voice is quiet, but Gaster bounces up and down like a child and is doing a poor job of hiding it.

Asgore doesn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. It would crush him completely.

“It looks great. Thank you.” he says instead, putting on a warm smile.

“Don’t you want to try it on?” Gaster asks, and Asgore has to swallow.

Undyne, who had let herself in again moments ago, chokes on her tea as Asgore enters the living room moments later. There are tears running down her face, and Asgore is not quite sure if she is coughing or laughing.

“Not one word now.” Asgore says, voice firm but quiet, all while Undyne wipes away her tears.

“I told you we should have told him to stop.” Undyne says with a grin, and Asgore just sighs. He knows Undyne is right, but then said man enters the living room, beaming brighter than a shooting star when he spots his partner. A grin is plastered all over his face and Asgore has to smile back, feeling a warm tingle rushing through his body. He doesn’t care that the sweater looks kind of hideous, he doesn’t care that Undyne is still trying not to laugh out loud… as long as the other is happy, everything is fine.

Also the sweater was, surprisingly, very comfortable, but nobody needed to know that.

thehornyscientist  asked:

So like the things your guys are blogging is great and they all make sense, except for Plebcomics? She makes comics based on actual fucking comment threads on tumblr and uses sources. She's never been outwardly racist and is fairly left on the social spectrum of politics... Posting Dox of a racist is one thing, but re blogging dox of someone just because you disagree with them is bullshit.

So, what you’re saying is that you as a white person don’t think these particular instances of racism are a ‘big deal’ based on your determination that these aren’t ‘outwardly racist’. Yet another instance of white people who believe racism is either physical violence or the use of slurs. Have you even taken a look at the material she puts out? Just a casual look is enough to make any decent person sick.

Shouldn’t you be knitting a doily or some shit? I’m not comforted at all that she’s liberal trash. I know folks like you who send us these messages about plebcomics are fond of excusing all manner of dehumanization, among other things, but I’d like to remind you that we’re not gonna sit here and argue about our humanity. Yes, I disagree with racism. No, it wouldn’t seem like it was a big deal to you.

Let me remind you that posting information that is publicly available is not ‘doxxing’. Go defend racists elsewhere.

-Mod N

Plebcomics uses her talent to silence people speaking on their experiences as well as silencing activism and discourse. When it comes to her comics that are on the topic of race, it’s racist. It goes beyond being critical.

Everyone has sources. I’ve seen quite a few of her comics and I’ve never seen her “source” anything. I mean to directly link to where she got the sourced material from. I’m not saying she never has. When people can’t see that they cannot tell how heavily mediated something is or how heavily framed something is.

Picking out behavior of few that may be seen as detrimental to movements, whether or not we get into the issues of tone policing, and presenting them in a way, even without words, that would make people think it is a norm is heavily mediating and framing sourced material in a way that negatively reflects on those who speak on personal experience or who are involved in activism and discourse. This is a method of silencing oppressed peoples.

Also, the actual characters in the comics are portrayed with exaggerated expressions that one cannot honestly reference from an online text only source. And in many of the comics the character that the audience is supposed to be critical of is saying things many POC or other people of marginalized groups say and experience but is portrayed as an overly-aggressive ally. This is done to discredit the actual sources of these topics of discourse and experiences, the people from the marginalized groups. So yes. It is racism without question.

- Mod K

Day II

Of the Christmas OTP Challenge [day I]
“I KNITTED YOU A SWEATER“

Dean knew that one day it would come and haunt him back. Since the day Cas had picked up the knitting needles Dean knew this ought to happen one day. Dean should have stopped it right then, but when he had seen the happiness in the ex-angel’s eyes he had just kept his mouth shut. He had even encouraged Cas and had bought him wool. But only because it had been on sale, and not because Cas’ eyes had shone bright with joy and he had hugged Dean like Dean had returned from the war and not from Walmart.

And so he had Cas let knit and knit and knit. Soon the bunker had been filled with lace doilies, knitted lampshades, and new pillows. In retro perspective this should have been the point on which Dean should have asked to stop. Sam had even given him the perfect change by asking, “It’s becoming a bit much, isn’t it?”

But Dean had just shrugged his shoulders and said, “If it makes him happy.”

He hadn’t told Sam about the conversation he had with Cas before the knitting had started. How the angel had admitted that he felt useless, like he didn’t have a purpose, like he was just a failure, how he just broke everything he touched, and that he wasn’t good at anything.

It had broken Dean’s heart, but Dean had never been good at cheering people up. So he had suggested that Cas should pick up a hobby.

And now, staring down on the cheesiest christmas sweater he has ever seen, Dean comes to regretting this suggestion. The sweater has green and red stripes and there is a reindeer on the front. It doesn’t even look bad, but it’s just one of those things Dean Winchester would not even wear if he had a gun pressed against his head. Which is, thanks God, not the case, but there is a pair of excited, blue eyes looking at Dean, which is even worse.

“And? What do you think?” Cas bounces up and down like a puppy on a sugar rush.

Dean doesn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, it would crush Cas completely.

“It’s awesome, thanks man,” he says instead trying to smile.

“Don’t you want to try it on?” Cas asks, and Dean has to swallow.


Sam chokes on his coffee as Dean enters the kitchen. There are tears running down his face, and Dean is not quite sure if he is coughing or laughing.

“Not one, single word,” Dean hisses, while Sam wipes away his tears.

“I told you we should tell Cas to stop,” Sam giggles, and Dean just rolls his eyes. He knows Sam is right, but then Cas enters the kitchen,  beaming brighter than a shooting star when he spots Dean. A grin is plastered all over his face and Dean has to smile back, feeling a warm tingling rushing through his body. He doesn’t care that the sweater looks hideous, he doesn’t care what Sam thinks, as long as his angel is happy, everything is fine. Also the sweater is very comfortable, but Sam doesn’t need to know that. And judging by the look he is giving Dean, Sam already knows enough.

flashionn  asked:

I am alllllllllllllllllllll for getting racists fired but I can't believe the way Mod N answered that ask about the comics. It just annoyed me that instead of saying "no, you're wrong, here's why, blahblah, so that's what is bullshit" instead of saying "shouldn't you be knitting doilies or some shit". I dunnooooooo Mod N, it just rubbed me the wrong way. Mod K was way more respectful, not to the racist trash, I mean I can respect their response way, way, more.

No one is required to be nice to someone who upholds racist views.

I might not have cussed or shown as much anger in my words but that’s not to say that it wasn’t there. We are not robots or textbooks so our responses are going to come out as we find appropriate.

I don’t believe either of our responses were inappropriate or disrespectful. As supporters of the blog believe that racists should be held accountable I don’t see how a comment referencing knitting doilies used against racist people and people who uphold racism is being disrespectful to our followers.

- Mod K

This is a thing that exists. Because I made it.

It’s a knitted lace doily inspired by The Matrix. It started with the central panel; I was doing a series of tests to see how different letters worked, and ended up with a swatch that said “whoa.” Rather than setting it aside as a useful piece of research that had adequately served its purpose, I decided to try picking up stitches all around the edge, and turning it into a larger thing with a border. Right around that time I was looking through a bunch of different lace stitches, and discovered that there was a pattern called “Trinity,” which I used for the part immediately surrounding the center. After that it was mostly just a matter of swatching shapes that looked like spoons.

This is a lousy picture, so you can’t really see them, but there is a single red bead in the middle of one spoon, and a blue one in the other. A red pill and a blue pill. Because of course.

Also, it’s huge. Stretched out, it’s about 39"x25", which is larger than some small throw rugs. I have no idea what I’m going to do with the thing, except try to take some better pictures tomorrow.