Major coziness score! I took a trip to Lancaster and managed to convince my wallet to buy me all of this, including the most gorgeous locally made sock yarn. And this tea? It’s only the best thing I’ve ever consumed! Shopping small pays off tenfold 👍🏻
Nicholas Wilde is such a fucking PTA Dad. I don’t know why I’m thinking about this right now but it might be because now I’m working with the schoolboard before my grad program starts and I just can’t believe how right I was.
Nick is a fucking PTA Dad.
And because of that, his style of revenge is just actively being as kindly passive aggressive as he can.
He’s the sort of person who will knit you a tea cozy in the shape of a giant hand with its middle finger sticking right up. But he used only the best wool and your favorite color scheme.
Like here, I wanted to get you something nice.
But also, fuck you and your budgetary plans for the Spring Fling. I will not skimp on streamers, and you’re a weak ass link to the K-5 planning committee if you think I am.
Things get pretty heated at the afterschool parent meet and greet.
Because half these husbands wives have received a passive aggressive gift from Nicholas Wilde. But Judy really can’t do anything about it.
As if he’s going to apologize for Brenda wanting to use cream napkins instead of eggshell GOD people open your fucking eyes.
I’ve recently gotten back into Disney’s Descendants, because I have very little
self control and when something I like comes back to life I tend to make grabby
hands as soon as humanly possible. And since I’ve “matured” in the past yearish
since I’ve last really thought about it, I’ve develop some rather interesting
headcanons/reinterpretations for Carlos de Vil. Specifically that his character from the movie,
and the books, is completely off for me. Yeah, yeah, he’s a sweet sinnamon roll
and blah blah blah. Sure he’s cute, but he’s also the son of Cruella de Vil, a
woman so extra and so completely devoid of subtly her name is literally Cruel
Devil and lives in a place called Hell House.
So you know where they went wrong? They didn’t
make him a fucking diva. I mean, they already lost a golden opportunity not
giving Ursula a fucking son, because you bet your ass he’d be a fucking queen
and that would be the single ballsiest thing Disney could possibly do, but this
is a close second. So grab a soda, get comfortable, and buckle up bitches.
First day back and I’m feeling so tired already…. thank goodness it’s Friday! One more class to go and then I can rest and tackle the millions of readings that I already have… 😅
Side note: my campus has a whole section that’s just made up of huge windows and lined with comfy chairs… I love it.
How was your first week? Hope it went well!! 🌿
I’m surprised it took so long for the Sebaciel request. I’m going to pretend like some time has passed, so the earl is now a bit older (but not really any taller)…. XD
1. The earl proclaimed his love first, but it was worded “You know what, Sebastian? I mildly tolerate you.” Sebastian understood perfectly well what was meant.
2. Sebastian has a background pic of the earl posing like that figurine of himself, wearing that same outfit. The earl has a background pic of Sebastian in demon form. He says it’s a reminder of how he has command over someone/thing so powerful, but in reality it’s mostly because the sight of Sebastian in those high-heeled boots is such a turn-on for him. The earl doesn’t know it, but Sebastian also keeps an alternate pic: one of the earl asleep; that’s it, just sleeping peacefully.
3. They both leave each other foggy mirror notes, even if they are in the bathroom together. The earl’s say things like “Sebastian, I’m out of shampoo.” Sebastian will immediately write a reply: “I know you are out of shampoo, Young Master. I washed your hair….” Sebastian might write “Young Master, what would you like for tomorrow’s snack?”, to which the earl replies on the mirror “I don’t know. It’s not tomorrow yet. And clean all these finger marks off the mirror.”
4. Sebastian once knitted a tea cozy that looks like a cat. It served a practical purpose for the earl but visually only appealed to Sebastian. One day the earl accidentally (on purpose) spilled tea all over it, staining its light pattern. The next day Sebastian showed up with a new one, this time all black (in honor of “Her”), so that a tea-stain would not show… in case of future “accidents”. Another time Sebastian was dressing the earl and used a new set of cuff links. It took the earl a full week to realize that the cuff links had a cat face on one and a cat butt on the other. The earl tells Sebastian what he’d like to buy for him, from where, and for how much… but then tells Sebastian “Just tell them to put it on my account.”
5. Sebastian has been kissing the earl’s hands and the top of his head (over his bath towel) for years, but one day the earl tilted his head, with his left cheek towards Sebastian, and said “You may kiss me, Sebastian.” The demon did not require a direct order to obey.
6. It’s a rare thing for the earl to catch Sebastian actually sleeping. It’s not so much a matter of trust but the simple fact that Sebastian rarely sleeps and is always up early to prepare his master’s tea. Sebastian, on the other hand, often gives him little kisses until his eyes flutter open.
7. Sebastian sometimes starts tickle fights while changing the earl’s clothes. It usually ends about as soon as it starts – with the earl’s foot in Sebastian’s face.
8. Sebastian still bathes his master and doesn’t get into the bath with him. There have been times when Sebastian took a shower and the earl just walked right in to join him.
9. Sebastian always makes lunch for his master, so… no surprise there. But sometimes he will present desserts with love notes spelled out in icing or pastry cream.
10. I can’t quite say they’ve gone on anything much like a real date. They are together pretty much all the time, but sometimes they will pop into a cafe or boutique just for fun. Any time the earl tastes something he ends up not liking, he orders Sebastian to finish it. This often brings back memories of lemonade and heartburn.
11. The earl has no particular fear of spiders but doesn’t really like them, either. Sebastian has a hatred for spiders that he has never explained to the earl, and the earl has never asked about it.
12. The earl doesn’t drink much, since it can upset his stomach (and he hates the feeling of being drunk), but after a rare glass of wine or pint of beer he will already start to slur his speech a bit and say things like “You know what I like (hic) about you?” Sebastian will dutifully say “No, I do not, Young Master.” To which the earl replies with either “Neither do I” or “Well, let me know when you find out, will you?” Then the earl leans over to give Sebastian a kiss and ends up falling asleep in his arms. Once the earl is asleep, Sebastian will reply “Yes, my lord….” Sebastian, on the other hand, can hardly get tipsy let alone drunk. On the rare occasions when he drinks enough for it to show at all, Sebastian will start talking about how his Young Master is adorable when he’s asleep. But then he changes the subject to cats and what he looks for in assessing the quality of their fur.
Ok that’s enough for one night. I’ve got a request for SebAgni (and also now for RedCourt) that I’ll work on tomorrow. Good night!
The basket was full of dyed skeins of wool and linen thread.
Some I had been given by Jocasta, some I had spun myself. The difference was obvious, but even the lumpy, awkward-looking strands I produced could be used for something. Not stockings or jerseys; perhaps I could knit a tea cozy— that seemed sufficiently shapeless to disguise all my deficiencies.
Jamie had been simultaneously shocked and amused to find that I didn’t know how to knit. The question had never arisen at Lallybroch, where Jenny and the female servants kept everyone in knitted goods. I had taken on the chores of stillroom and garden, and never dealt with needlework beyond the simplest mending.
“Ye canna clickit at all?” he said incredulously. “And what did ye do for your winter stockings in Boston, then?”
“Bought them,” I said.
He had looked elaborately around the clearing where we had been sitting, admiring the half-finished cabin.
“Since I dinna see any shops about, I suppose ye’d best learn, aye?”
“I suppose so.” I dubiously eyed the knitting basket Jocasta had given me. It was well equipped, with three long circular wire needles in different sizes, and a sinister-looking set of four double-ended ivory ones, slender as stilettos, which I knew were used in some mysterious fashion to turn the heels of stockings.
“I’ll ask Jocasta to show me, next time we go down to River Run. Next year perhaps.”
Jamie snorted briefly and picked up a needle and a ball of yarn. “It’s no verra difficult, Sassenach. Look— this is how ye cast up your row.” Drawing the thread out through his closed fist, he made a loop round his thumb, slipped it onto the needle, and with a quick economy of motion, cast on a long row of stitches in a matter of seconds. Then he handed me the other needle and another ball of yarn. “There— you try.”
I looked at him in complete amazement.
“You can knit?”
“Well, of course I can,” he said, staring at me in puzzlement. “I’ve known how to clickit wi’ needles since I was seven years old. Do they not teach bairns anything in your time?”
“Well,” I said, feeling mildly foolish, “they sometimes teach little girls to do needlework, but not boys.”
“They didna teach you, did they? Besides, it’s no fine needlework, Sassenach, it’s only plain knitting. Here, take your thumb and dip it, so …”
And so he and Ian— who, it turned out, could also knit and was prostrated by mirth at my lack of knowledge— had taught me the simple basics of knit and purl, explaining, between snorts of derision over my efforts, that in the Highlands all boys were routinely taught to knit, that being a useful occupation well suited to the long idle hours of herding sheep or cattle on the shielings.
“Once a man’s grown and has a wife to do for him, and a lad of his own to mind the sheep, he maybe doesna make his own stockings anymore,” Ian had said, deftly executing the turn of a heel before handing me back the stocking, “but even wee laddies ken how, Auntie.”
I cast an eye at my current project, some ten inches of a wooly shawl, which lay in a small crumpled heap at the bottom of the basket. I had learned the basics, but knitting for me was still a pitched battle with knotted thread and slippery needles, not the soothing, dreamy exercise that Jamie and Ian made of it, needles clicketing away in their big hands by the fire, comforting as the sound of crickets on the hearth.
Not tonight, I thought. I wasn’t up to it. Something mindless, like winding up the balls of yarn. That I could do. I laid aside a half-finished pair of stockings Jamie was making for himself— striped, the show-off— and pulled out a heavy skein of fresh-dyed blue wool, still redolent with the heavy scents of its dyeing.
This is a BUY or DIY post for these knit or crochet mug sweaters with poseable “arms”.
The BUY prices range from aproximately $18.75 to $22.50.
You can also purchase a pattern from mugsweater for $5.50 and DIY your own - both knit and crochet versions are in the PDF file. If you choose to knit or crochet your own mug sweater, this is an absolute beginner project.
6062. Raven and Starfire have started a knitting circle. Both civilians and heroes are welcome, but you had better be creative when it comes to your projects. One time, Starfire knitted a "tea cozy" that was big enough to cover the T-car!