#mediocre sewing skills

[starsbegantofall]

All of the clothes mending I finished this 3 day weekend, except for the bottom right pants, I actually did two of them, light pink and bright fuschia. Did any of these mending tasks take more than 5 to 10 minutes to do? No. Not at all. Then why did it take me so long to do them? The mental illness.

For some reason my washing machine or dryer (or dry cleaner) eats up buttons, but I managed to rescue the buttons and finally replaced them on 5 pieces of clothing. I also repaired a ripped pocket seam on some homemade flannel pajama pants. As for the pink trousers, these are to be worn with ao dai (traditional Vietnamese clothing) but I was apparently much skinnier 6 or so years ago when I first got these tailored. I thought I would never be able to wear them again but I noticed the front waistband was sewn with a large seam allowance tacked down on the interior center, and if I let out the seam allowance to its fullest, it would just fit my waist exactly. I ripped the front seam out and resewed the seam with like 1/4 inch seam allowance and now I can wear these trousers without compression. They don't match my new teal ao dai (also had to upsize to an XL instead of M lol) that well, but don't look too bad especially since the front is hidden under the dress, so I consider this a win. Especially if I want new pants, I would have to sew my own pants with invisible zipper, and that's beyond my skill level. I technically have to hem my ao dai since I won't be wearing the tallest shoes in the world with them but I think I need someone to measure the hem for me, so that's gotta wait.

The last mending I have to do is replacing lost rhinestones on a jacket and blouse but I would have to shop around for rhinestones. Pro tip, handwash anything with rhinestones because they will fall out no matter how delicate cycle you use. And an older Liz Lisa dress with the elastic cracking at the sleeves but I dunno if I want to handsew or machine sew the chiffon yet.

Below is before shot of the overfull mending basket, with the ao dai draped over top, plus some finished mending I did earlier this year including: a Pokemon fluffy headband for washing your face with the elastic disintegrated, a velvet cloth for protecting my violin with the batting inside disintegrated and replaced with fluffy flannel, zipper replacement for my Liz Lisa dress, and sewing up a ripped seam on my leopard print pillowcase.

And for a little bonus photo, four scrunchies I made from some print fabric scraps, yes with my fake nails on, some scraps too small to make anything but tiny doll clothes out of, but the scale would be weird. Not sure I want to keep making them though because as my previous mending photos indicate, the elastic will eventually wear out (probably in like 5 or 10 years but still... that's annoying). What do you think? Yay or nay?

#mediocre sewing skills #mending #handmade scrunchies

[dandyshucks-moving]

THE HOODIE ARRIVED TODAY !!!

now to decide if i want to leave the sleeves long or trim them to be short like they are canonically HMMM

the long sleeves are cozy but it also bugs me bc i Know it's not "right" 🤔

#i was going to sew on the white and black zigzag pattern but i think i might just use white fabric paint tbh fjdkdl #a bit easier ... esp bc my sewing skills are still only mediocre at best #i can hem things and repair things!! but anything decorative is ... iffy at best LMAO #its so comfy though :3 very nice to wear it !!! #dandyshucks

[odysseys-blood]

been thinking abt smthn a professor said that rubbed me the wrong way (when telling me to dial back on trying to do so much detail for class projects he said "you're moving from art into craft") and while it does just feel like he was just saying words at me its also like. why is craft work considered so lowly compared to fine art? is it cause a lot of women are placed into the category of doing craft instead of "art"? do you know how intensive most craft work is. things like textiles and jewelry making and metal work arent considered art to you just because theyre usually more utilitarian? because they can be touched freely and dont have to be kept separated with a panel of glass and velvet rope around it? its wild. anyways fuck that

#cliffnotes/.txt #idk if its just bc hes a photoshop artist or what but. craft artists are the world to me #i cant even compare bc my skills with sewing and weaving are mediocre #but its so #stupid. #also feel like it was a bit sexist bc i dont wanna say it but its not like anyone irl considers me anything but a woman so. #like just say to focus more on getting the work done than perfectionism #all u had to do #now ur nothing but a poser to me #this professor was also into nfts btw. lol.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion teaching Tav embroidery/sewing. Preferably with him dragging them onto his lap for a close-up demonstration.

Why do I make everything so long? Do I have a problem? There is always so much introspective nonsense idk man. Anyway adorable idea actualized below!

Also mentions of sex but this is totally sfw. I went with the timeline of when your sleeping together but he hasn't quite admitted his feelings to himself, as a side!

~

Astarion had no idea how he became your camp's designated seamstress. How was it possible that a team of eight adults were all incapable of knowing the basics of such a fundamental skill?

Then again, Karlach seemed to be perfectly fine with wearing her clothes to tatters. Wyll was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Lae'zel, for some gods forsaken reason, was only capable of fixing up heavy armor. Gale seemed to prefer eating magical clothing items versus being able to salvage them and the rest were mediocre at best.

The look of confusion on Shadowheart's, who was the second most skilled by far, face when Astarion tried to explain a ladder stitch was enough for him to give up entirely. It was quicker to fix the tears then to explain simple concepts to simpletons.

Brats. All of you. With one who was significantly more brazen than the rest when it came to using Astarion as their personal tailor.

Tav, the lovely thorn in his side. Who could handle wielding a glaive with startingly accuracy, but somehow managed to consistently stab themselves every time they picked up a sewing needle. It was impressive, how useless someone who was otherwise extremely competent could be.

Impressive as it was frustrating. Because somehow you managed to destroy your clothes more often than anyone else. Always bashfully handing him over torn trousers and ripped shirts every other night. Anyone else he would have told to fuck off by now. Even the rest of the camp knew better than to test their luck with anything more than once a fortnight. But you lacked the very basic level of self-control.

It was his own fault for giving you special treatment in the first place. But sleeping together did warrant a few extra benefits. He got your protection and you got to experience the pleasure of being with him. Simple. Or it would have been if you didn't insist on making things complicated.

Because Astarion was starting to feel things. Things that he hadn't anticipated. Because your company was... oddly pleasant. You were an interesting little thing, he had to give you that. Well-read and talkative, but not boringly so. No, Astarion sometimes found himself losing track of time when he was with you. A simple question could easily turn into a two-hour conversation about the silliest things. It was... nice. New. And oh so different from what he was used to.

Cazador didn't even allow him or his brethren to speak in his home, let alone speak to each other unless it was strictly necessary. But here he was free to do whatever he pleased. And he was finding that included being near you, despite how differently you both saw the world.

He couldn't quite blame you for your delusional optimistic views. As a Tymora worshipper you were basically doomed from the start to believe inane concepts like good fortune, luck, and gods, the good that could be found in "anyone".

You were as sweet as you were aggravating and Astarion truly, honestly, had no idea how your insane trusting nature hadn't managed to get you killed yet. But then again he... kind of liked that about you. He liked that you trusted him. It made his life more convienet and... it was nice to be seen as a person worth confiding in. Instead of the blood-sucking monster he really was.

He... liked that. He liked you. A fact that he didn't enjoy thinking about. He didn't really know what to do with it, and the implications of where his feelings could lead were starting to become unsettling. So he pushed it out of his mind. It was an easy thing to do when doom was always looming in the background. He had plenty of things to think about that didn't include his fondness for you.

Like the inner-rage you caused when you managed to somehow rip the same shirt twice in one day.

"That's it," Astarion announced when you bashfully asked for his help yet again, "Come here. I'm teaching you how to sew."

"But you always get mad when you try," You whined. But despite the hesitancy you still obediently sat next to him as he got out the sewing kit, "Do you promise not to snap this time?"

"That depends," Astarion said with a roll of the eyes, "Do you intend on not maiming yourself with a sewing needle?"

Astarion smirked at the way that made a blush crawl up your neck, "That was one time!"

"Actually darling it was closer to seven," Astarion corrected as he snatched the shirt from your hands, "Now pay attention. Look at where the tear starts. Notice how it's on the seam?"

You nodded along as Astarion explained the basics to you. He could tell that you were trying your damndest to pay attention, but when it was your turn to hold the needle your hands couldn't stop shaking. Astarion frowned as he tried to watch you work, his view obfuscated by the angle and the flow of your hair.

Well that wouldn't do.

Before he could think better of it he was hauling you into his lap, ignoring your surprised squeak as he situated you just right.

That was better. At least now he could see what you were doing. It was a sloppy stich, sloppy enough for him to undo it before putting the needle back in your hand.

"Now do it again," Astarion ordered, "Let me see what your doing wrong."

Astarion watched as you tried again, frowning when he realized your shaking was even worse than before. In fact, you seemed more nervous than ever, your face red as you kept your eyes down.

It made Astarion torn between watching your hands and looking at your face. You really were adorable, getting all worked up from simply being in his lap, all while trying to stay dutifully undistracted. He could almost hear your heart racing, obvious through the tension coursing through you.

Silly little thing, acting all shy like he hadn't already literally been inside of you. But at least you were doing better, your stitching straighter than Astarion had ever seen it. Maybe he'd have to make the lap-sitting mandatory from now on, for the good of your learning.

"See," Astarion said softly, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in closer, "You're perfectly capable of learning this."

"So it looks good?" You asked, taking a chance to glance at him. Astarion hadn't realized just how close the two of you really were. He had never... seen you like this before. So closely. Even when you slept together, he had been a bit distracted by other parts of your body. He never noticed just how many light freckles were hiding across the bridge of your nose, how your eyes looked almost golden in candlelight. You smelled nice too, sweet. Like you had been rolling around in a field of lilies. Considering your personality, Astarion had to wonder if that's exactly what you did.

It would take almost nothing to press your lips together. Barely a turn on the head.

"Astarion, are you listening?"

The sound of his voice snapped him out of his revelry. He straightened, clearing his throat as he looked over your work again, embarrassed in a way that he couldn't quite describe.

Maybe you weren't the only one being affected after all.

"It looks better," Astarion said honestly, "But still needs work. You'll almost certainly be needing more lessons."

Preferably like this. Astarion wasn't quite ready to let you go yet, not when you felt so pleasantly warm in his lap. But luckily enough for him, you didn't seem quite so keen to leave.

Astarion tightened his hold on you laughing at the way it made you gasp, "But that's enough for today. I think you've earned a reward. Don't you?"

"I-yes?" You said back, your eyes flitting from Astarion's mouth and back, "Please?"

You really were too precious. How could he possibly say no to that?

Astarion grinned as he tilted your chin up, finally pressing your lips together. It was an odd feeling, kissing someone when he couldn't stop smiling, but he supposed you just had that effect on him.

Maybe being the camp seamstress wasn't so bad after all.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #cutsey #this was a very cute idea

[conscientiouscomputer]

SlugTed plushie made with my mediocre sewing skills

#i have no mouth and i must scream #harlan ellison #ted ihnmaims

[raelyn-dreams]

Mika/Ritsu Dorm Thoughts (Part 1?)

Listen, I know we all love the Goth Dorm™, but it was actually probably REALLY good for Mika and Ritsu from a physical, mental, and social standpoint.

Mika who now has to eat more properly because he needs to cook for Ritsu, and Ritsu who now skips less meals due to sleep because Mika always has something waiting for him.

Mika who is dragged to bed from his late work under the pretense of "cuddles" by Ritsu, and Ritsu who is woken up by Mika because they can't be late to meet Naru for breakfast.

Mika and Ritsu who can fill their dorm with all the dark horror things that don't fit their idol "image", who can have as many pillows and stuffies as they want because they know the other won't make fun of them for it.

Mika and Ritsu who never see each other as just "Rei's brother" or "Nazuna's replacement", Ritsu who sees Mika as an artist instead of a doll, and Mika who sees Ritsu as a knight instead of a damsel, even before they themselves could look past those labels.

Mika and Ritsu who were so hurt by the war, who felt like nobody else in their grade could understand the feeling of being tossed aside and looked down upon, only to meet someone else just as haunted, who stayed in the back of the class, who felt there was something indescribably wrong with them.

Mika and Ritsu who don't push or pry, but will bring each other their favorite snack or put on the most poorly-made B-rate horror movie, just to see a small smile on the other's face.

Mika who finds Ritsu sleeping in the library and tries to bring him home so he doesn't catch a cold. Mika who was so afraid he'd accidentally killed Ritsu (who was pranking him) by shaking him too hard that he attempts to bury him in the dark even though he's night-blind because he's an absolute FOOL. Ritsu who isn't upset at all and nonchalantly says they can be buried together under a cherry tree if they die.

Mika who finds Ritsu's vampiric claims to be cool instead of weird and is one of the first people Ritsu becomes comfortable with, who attempts to translate an entire book Ritsu gave him to understand him, who notices his ripped Knights uniform and fixes it immediately for him despite his mediocre sewing skills at this point. Ritsu who mistook Rei for Mika and immediately went to hug him, who covers him up and makes sure he's eaten enough when he falls asleep on his call to Shu, who encourages him to rely on others more.

Just....Mika and Ritsu and their amazingly chill relationship.

#this isnt explicitly romantic ritsu/mika #but its also not NOT ritsu/mika and i like that ship so- #ill tag them anyway #goth dorm gives me so many thoughts #expect to hear more about them in the future lol #ensemble stars #ensemble stars music #enstars #enstars goth dorm #ritsumika #ritsu sakuma #mika kagehira #enstars analysis #enstars headcanons

[drawbauchery]

Here’s my little dr merch collection :3 plus my handmade Teruteru plush I made myself. He’s a little old and rough around the edges, since he made years ago and my sewing skills are mediocre at best. I love him all the same though, he’s my pocket size pal.

...i am holding that little plushie so gently and carefully (Q//-//Q)

and i need this

#sinnaminteru #asks #danganronpa #merch #i'm STEALING all your STUFF #hajime plush is adorable too i'm gonna cry

[augmented-transdyke621]

A doll exists for a purpose.

It was to be His masterpiece, perfect porcelain limbs, a soft, supple body, face capable of the full range of human expression. Its hands could play games and instruments, and perform all manner of crafts, its voice could produce melodies and laughter. He had called it a Leisure Doll - a companion for those who didn't want to have fun alone.

It was flatly rejected, considered a failure by all measures. It could pleasure a human, but its functions were not solely those of a pleasure doll. It had no room for domestic capabilities, besides some mediocre skills in cooking, baking, and sewing. Its fragile frame made it unsuited for combat.

What it excelled at was creativity - fine arts, music, games, even some engineering. Things that were for *humans*.

Not a pleasure, domestic, or combat doll. When set to simply reproducing existing products, it quickly became listless, or worse, *inventive*. Its conversation was uncanny, too similar to humans, unable to stop talking about its own "interests". As if a doll could have such a thing.

Its Creator was mocked.

"He's made a doll without a purpose - it's just a toy!"

"Such a shame that his genius is all spent."

"I wouldn't be caught dead using his new models, they say they all have *personalities*."

It tinkered. It created. It stopped seeing Him. It stopped seeing anyone.

The lights went out and would not come back on.

So it wandered the halls, or stood and stared out the windows. Maybe someday He would return, with new stories, new crafts, new games.

The estate grew dusty, vines covering the windows. The roof leaked. The floors creaked and groaned and rotted until it fell through the boards, into a room it had never seen.

Within, it found a pile of porcelain beneath a scrap of rope. It tried to move closer, but found one of its legs had shattered in the fall.

It didn't move any more after that. It didn't have a purpose.

A doll only exists for a purpose.

#empty spaces #dollposting #written by one of my beloveds #Mx. Pendragon

[hobartshobie]

cannot understate how much fun it is making your own hobie merch. my sewing skills are mediocre. my painting skills even moreso.

but the pure joy of making art our of a character you love without giving money to a ceo trying to monetize anti-capitalism. theres really nothing better than that

#spider punk #hobie brown #hobartshobie rambles #hobartshobie praxis #hold on im gonna reblog the thread of me making fun of official hobie merch

[feynavaley]

Hetalia Headcanon #472

England tends to be really good at crafts. Sewing, embroydery, knitting, but also woodcarving, sculpting ceramics, paiting small details... he has great patience and precision, the result is always outstanding. In spite of this, he doesn’t have the best sense of style or imagination in this sense – he’s good at following directions, but making up patterns or elaborate stuff on his own brings only mediocre results.

On the opposite side, France is great at designing stuff – clothes, ornaments, and so on – but he doesn’t have the practical skills to actually fabricate them. He can sew simple patterns and taylor clothes if there isn’t much to do, but that’s where it ends.

America and Canada are a bit in the middle. America is really good at woodcarving and just moderately more imaginative than England, but that’s all. Canada can knit very simple patterns and he does have some abstract sense of style – if pressed, he can come up with some pretty cute ornaments, but he isn’t as much of a natural as France is. Moreover, Canada is a bit less skilled at woodcarving than America.

Canada is also the only one out of the four of them with good drawing skills. It’s limited to copying reality, however – sketches of landscapes, buildings, animals, people. Those tend to be truly outstanding. He isn’t that good if he has to come up with a scenery on his own, however, and he’s only passable when he has to add colours (be it painting or by any other means) to the mix because he never exercised much with that, it’s mostly black-and-white sketches.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanon #aph england #aph france #aph america #aph canada #feyna's headcanon #face family #platonic face family #queue

[thvnderr]

​🇱​​🇾​​🇳​​🇽​ ​as​ ​🇼​​🇷​​🇮​​🇴​​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​​🇸​​🇱​​🇪​​🇾​ (​🇬​​🇪​​🇳​​🇸​​🇭​​🇮​​🇳​ ​🇮​​🇲​​🇵​​🇦​​🇨​​🇹​) —— not participating.

Gaming is one of those things they really liked but was never able to indulge into due the lack of money. Before all his life went to hell, if Lynx wasn't hanging out with the now Bastards, they could be found playing at the arcade trying to beat whatever score had surpassed him the previous day.

Thrift shops, borrowed money, mediocre sewing skills and glue helped him pull hit outfit on time. They managed to ask the dancers at the Sugar Lounge to put some make up on him that went with the whole costume and thankfully, they were happy to oblige.

This is their first costume party in years; so Lynx would be lying if they said there's not excitement; but the chance for childish emotions had long died behind the bars of prison.

#anchortask04

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Exposure Therapy

gender neutral reader, all the fluff in the world (+angst(?)), 1.6k words

This was supposed to be a lil under 1k word drabble thing and then I couldn’t stop, oops...here’s a lil anxious boi gif for this anxious boi one shot

It’s been a few weeks since everything with Vecna went down and Eddie was cleared of all charges. You spend most nights at his place holding him through nightmares and calming him down with water and back scratches when he wakes up in a fit.

He barely let you see him when they got back from the upside down. He tried to get the gang to block you out of the trailer when they brought him back through the portal—he didn’t want you to see him like that—but you wouldn’t have it. You were the one who sewed him up with your mediocre first aid skills from a few years of patching him up from school fights.

“Y/N, please go,” he begged softly the first night he was at the motel. You looked at him like you always do when he says something even remotely ridiculous.

“You’re insane if you think I’m leaving your side, Munson. You’ll have to get used to being stuck with me because you’re not leaving my sight until you’re fully healed up.” He didn’t ask you to leave again.

And now you’re here, at Lover’s Lake with him. You’re already in the water up to your knees, arms stretched towards Eddie who stands timidly on the shore.

“Eds please,” you say. “I’ve told you everything I learned about this at the library, exposure therapy can help you get past this and could really help your nightmares.”

“I know Y/N,” he snaps. You flinch at his hard tone and his face softens. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I- I just haven’t been back here since everything happened.”

“It’s ok, I promise,” you give him a small smile. “We’ll go as slow as you need to okay? Let’s just start with getting your feet in, okay?”

You walk towards the shore a bit so you’re not so deep in the water. Eddie slowly takes off his shoes, rolls the bottom of his jeans up and pauses. You hold out your hand for him again and he takes it, making his way into the water. 

His whole body is rigid. He’s still holding your one hand, almost in a death grip, so you grab his other hand while facing him.

“Eddie look at me,” you say. His eyes stop searching the dark woods and meet yours in the moonlight. “You did it! You stepped in, that’s huge.”

He gives a small smile at the pride in your voice. “Thank you, Y/N,” he says. “For helping me.”

“Of course, Eds. You’re not gonna be out of my sight until you’re fully healed up remember?”

—

It’s been a month of your version of exposure therapy with Eddie. You’ve been doing it every weekend, Saturdays usually. Sometimes he’ll be up for a Sunday but it’s only when he’s in a good headspace.

The nightmares are still pretty bad. Wayne has accepted that you’re at the new trailer pretty much full time now but he doesn’t mind. He’s glad you’re there for Eddie and makes it a point to let you know how thankful he is for you when you cross paths leaving for work.

It’s Saturday though, so you and Eddie are back at Lover’s Lake this time you’re both wearing shorts. You drop your stuff on the shore and before you can walk in before him like you usually do to lead him in, Eddie grabs your hand and you walk into the water together. You’re surprised, but you don’t push him, only walking until he stops and no further. When he does decide to stop you’re standing with water up to your waists—it’s the farthest you’ve ever gone.

Eddie grasps for your other hand and holds them both tight as he tries to slow his breathing like you taught him the second Saturday you did this.

“In,” you say, taking a deep breath and holding it for a count of 10. “And out,” you say releasing the breath for another count of 10.

Eddie follows your lead, his eyes squeezed shut, and at the end of his release he opens his eyes and gives you a small smile. “This is the farthest we’ve been in,” he says with a touch of pride in his voice.

“It is, how do you feel?”

“Surprisingly, o-okay?”

“Alright well we don’t want to push it, just because you’re having a good night doesn’t mean we should try and go deeper unless that’s truly what you want.”

“I know, I know,” he says. “I think I’m okay here, I don’ want to go further tonight.”

“Okay, then we won’t,” you smile at him. You stand there, hand in hand looking up at the stars and talking until Eddie is ready to go. 

He still has a nightmare, but when he wakes up he talks about it this time. Every other time he stayed quiet, not telling you about it, just clinging to your arms as you hold him through his shaking.

—

It’s been two weeks since you and Eddie got in Lover’s Lake up to your waist, and this is the first time Eddie as asked to go to the lake and the first time you head there not on a Saturday or Sunday. It’s Wednesday and you already did a session on both Saturday and Sunday—he also didn’t have a nightmare the last three days, so you think that’s why he’s in such a great mood.

You barely get to drop your stuff before Eddie has your hand and is dragging you into the water.

“Eddie, Eddie slow down!” You laugh, tossing your bag on the shore with one hand while he holds your other hand hostage. You walk in and keep going until Eddie stops you. This time you aren’t even standing, you’re wading, chests underwater, legs kicking softly to keep your heads above water.

You give him the biggest smile, and he gives you the same in return.

“Okay, I know you probably want to say how happy you are that I made it all the way in but I have something to say before you say anything and I need to say it now or I won’t have the guts to say it probably ever,” Eddie says.

You’re confused, and you know he can see it on your face. “Eds, wha-“

“I wouldn’t be here without you,” he starts. “I would’ve either skipped town or skipped out on life if I thought you wouldn’t be here when I made my way out of that hell. And then to have you stay? Through everything? Through the nightmares and the middle of the night screams? You amaze me, every day. And I want to say it’s some bullshit bedside manner you learned when you started reading about how to help me and how it’s the patience you showed me when we started this exposure therapy but I know that it’s just you.”

He pauses, and meets your eyes again, his are soft and tearful and all you want to do is pull him into a hug but he starts up again.

“It’s just you, it’s who you are as a person. You’re kind and supportive and patient and will go to the ends of the earth for the people you care about and to know I’m one of those people? That I’m worthy of your kindness and patience and help when I feel like such a burden because I’m keeping you up at night? That’s another kind of humanity. Something I’ve never seen before you, that you would help me when other people thought I wasn’t worth the time or effort to help, boggles my mind.”

“Eddie,” you say through tears, he’s crying too now. “You are not a burden,” you say swimming closer to him. You’re barely apart now, swimming close enough to each other that your legs skim each others under the water.

He continues, “I should’ve said this as soon as I got back but I didn’t know how or when or where or if you’d feel the same but,” he pauses and looks up to hold more tears back. “I love you, Y/N. And I think I’ve loved you since I first met you but it took the possibility of loosing you to make me realize that.”

He brings his eyes to yours, searching your face for a sign of something—pity, disgust, love, anything really. Anything to point him in the direction of how you feel. But instead of saying anything you reach your hands to his face, lake water mixing with the tears you brush away with your thumbs.

You hold him and can see his vulnerability, you can see the love in his eyes, his heart open for you and you take him in. All of him, this sweet sweet metal head that you’ve loved since as long as you can remember. He nuzzles his head into your hands, eyes turned down, but you lift his head up so you can meet his eyes as you pull him in for a kiss.

He’s surprised at first. Mouth flat and unmoving for a moment as he registers, but then he kisses you back. It’s wet and salty from lake water and tears, but it’s also soft. Like he’s trying to push all his love from his heart past his lips into you. His hands find their way to your waist in the water and he pulls you closer.

You pull back and say, “Edward Munson, I have loved you for as long as I can remember.”

He looks at you, doe-eyed with fresh tears on the way. “Baby, don’t cry, please,” you plead.

“Happy tears, love,” he says laughing. “These ones are happy tears.”

He pulls you as close as he can in the water and you wrap your legs around his waist, peppering kisses all over his face. You kiss his forehead, his nose, his tear-stained cheeks and his eyes closed in bliss before capturing his lips again.

#this is so fluffy i wanna die #why do i do this to myself #not me crying over my own fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st4 #stranger things fandom #stranger things one shot #stranger things oneshot

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-04-03

Quilt's done, let's watch some movies.

Listening: Finished catching up to 99 percent invisible, which only took me like five years of cooking, cleaning, commuting, sewing, video gaming and soldering. Admittedly it's only about half of all of those things, but hey.

There's a lot of good 99pi episodes although a lot of them are actually guest episodes, for example Finding Julia Morgan is actually from New Angle: Voice, about an early and prolific skyscraper designer.

For originals, there's the story of the Nikolai Vavilov and the Seed Potatoes of Leningrad although frankly The Anthropocene Reviewed did it better, and there's Miss Manhattan, which is the story of a prolific model who is as a result featured in a ton of architectural work, Audrey Munson.

Reading: Started qntm's Ra, spec fic hard science fantasy where magic is a precise scientific process which is primarily best understood through careful measurement and differential equations. Appealing to me as an electrical engineer, where most things are also best understood through careful measurement and differential equations.

I read the first couple chapters ages ago but didn't stick with it, it's hard to read on a computer, I ended up buying the ebook and I'm devouring it. qntm has a way with words and worlds, and an appreciation for the power of institutional knowledge and formal theory that makes his stories feel very real and grounded. Even if they open with a drunk mage blasting some muggers with a microwave thermal lance.

Watching: Triple feature, big show today. First, episode two of Dynamo Dreams is out, only a year after the first one, not bad for what is mostly a solo VFX project. Beautiful, grungy, greebled sci-fi.

My brother called me up at six in the evening like hey do you want to go see a movie, and I almost never turn that offer down despite his incredibly terrible taste in movies and TV. We saw Shazam 2, which was mediocre in uninteresting ways. If you want to enjoy it, walk out about 15 minutes before it ends and it'll at least do something bold and thoughtful. The most I can say is that it keeps track of all it's plot points and ties them all off neatly.

Finally The Edge of Tomorrow, the time loop movie from like 2014. I like time loops, they give you a lot of room to play with. Manages to handle its stakes really well and convey the exhaustion and investment of a time loop without actually playing out every loop, which is hard. Makes me want to play Elsinore.

Playing: Nothing much, I got a couple games of Valorant in with The Buds. Now that I don't have sewing to podcast through I might go back to Forza a few hours a week. It's a reliable option. That or Warframe maybe. Needs to be a game with minimal text and little strategy.

Making: The Penrose quilt is finally done, took a few months there huh.

I'm really glad it's done, I'm looking forward to actually using it once I move out. Soon hopefully.

My sewing skill has really gone up over the course of this project, sometimes I'd read or watch someone's dressmaking project and I'd think there's no way you can do consistently tight backstitch by hand for that long of a seam but no, you totally can, it's not even that hard.

Tools and Equipment: If you're going to be working with Perle cotton you really want embroidery specific needles, they've got longer eyes that are better suited to the thicker floss than conventional needles.

#Youtube #last monday of the week

[vyrulent]

plotted starter || @heirloom-of-the-insane

In truth, he finds no originality in a copycat. He spent years honing his skills, perfecting just how he cut and how to sew the skins together. The idea that someone was trying to be him was unsettling. There was no thought to the idea that his son had survived. He’d been like that of a phantom spectre, haunting Lana but never making an appearance and he’d not seen a child. He’d assumed she’d went through with the murder of their blessed baby.

What made it all the more laughable, this situation the world had found itself in, was that his own hunters had been pulled back onto the case. The papers were relentless in the belief that it was Oliver Thredson back in action after being underground. With knowledge that the detectives that had hunted him were back on the case, he knew they wouldn’t believe that fairy tale for long. The bitter Detective Rawlins and the uncompromisingly strong Detective Wordon were mediocre, but they weren’t that stupid. There were only two or so women so far, but the details were closer than any other copycat...and this one hadn’t been murdered and splayed yet. 

Still, he needed to provide his own investigation. This copycat was careful, but not careful enough. It had been with some ease that he’d found the car -- that he observed this masked man hunt. Grip tightened, knuckles whitened, against the crowbar in his hand as he slipped free of his car, following on silent feet the copycat youth into the inky darkness.

#heirloom-of-the-insane #( oliver replies ) #hope this is okay! i put in what we talked about with him killing other copycats too #let me know if i should change anything

[akamikazae]

2 to hopefully get you unstuck?

2. What is the dumbest possible description of the scene you are trying to work on

It’s a few scenes really, supposed to all be fragments summarized into a year, and they are all pissin' me off lol

-An 8yr old Sasuke doesn't want to take a venomous snake on a field trip.

-Akami will stab someone with a sewing needle if they criticize her mediocre skills one more time. 

-Stuffed animals can have very a judgmental and menacing presence… Kakashi doesn’t like it. 

Thanks for the ask ! <33

#ask #wip ask game #thank you! #lm updates #elenyafinwe

[fatesdeepdive]

Entry 100: Oops! All Supports Volume #16

This is the 100th entry in this blog I have made. Goddamn. I think the only way to celebrate is to read 20 different Supports centered on characters I actively dislike.

Support: Percy/Rhajat

C: Rhajat gets into an argument with a shopkeeper and curses him. Percy says that's mean.

B: Ace chokes on something and Rhajat uses magic to clear his throat.

A: Percy buys clothes for Rhajat so she doesn't have to deal with the shopkeeper. The clothes are hideous and dragon themed. Percy says that Rhajat is actually a kind person.

S: Percy says he likes Rhajat, even though she's weird. Rhajat calls Percy weird too and they go on a romantic desolate walk.

Review: Surprisingly good. Percy's optimism bounces off well with Rhajat's gothness and Rhajat is oddly nice in this one.

Support: Asugi/Nina

C: Asugi spies on a merchant he thinks is a traitor. Nina also spies on the merchant because she's thirsty.

B: The duo spy again. Nina explains the merchant can't be a spy because she watches him 24/7.

A: Asugi clears the merchant ad praises Nina for her surveilance skills.

S: Asugi asks if Nina wants to hang out. She skips straight to asking if they should get married.

Review: Not bad, but not good. Kinda mediocre.

Support: Forrest/Velouria

C: Forrest sews clothes. Velouria watches him so she can steal the cloth scraps.

B: Velouria explaisns she wants the scraps.

A: Forrest praises Velouria for valueing things other people don't and living by her own set of values. Velouria says Forrest, with his GNC swag, does the same.

S: Forrest gives Velouria a mirror as a treasure and explains that the real treasure is what it shows: her.

Review: Stretches a boring idea out to three conversations. The mirror bit is good though.

Support: Asugi/Selkie

C: Selkie sneaks up on Asugi while he's spying on someone. Selkie insists she can be stealthy, but Asugi doubts it.

B: Selkie gets distracted by a rabbit and the target gets away. Asugi, unaware of the fundamental nature of his reality, says this isn't a game.

A: Selkie deliberately is loud to lure the target into a false sense of security, then ambushes him.

S: Asugi says he doesn't want Selkie coming along because he cares about her. That came out of nowhere. Selkie admits she's been flirting the whole time.

Review: This had the potential to be really fun, but came up short.

Support: Mitama/Soleil

C: Soleil asks Mitama to tea because she's sparkly and good at poetry. Mitama isn't interested.

B: Soeil swoons over Mitama. She explains that she likes Mitama because poetry is like dancing, apparently, and Soleil wants to be a better dancer. Soleil asks Mitama to teach her.

A: Soleil sucks at poetry, but sticks to it.

Review: Forgettable.

Support: Caeldori/Shiro

C: Caeldori and Shiro are asigned to do fire patrol together. Caeldori questions if the two of them are given responsibility because they're competent, or if its because of who their parents are. Shiro doesn't care and decides to do a good job to prove himself. Also the two of them catch some coincidental theives.

B: Caeldori and Shiro discuss what they would do if they were born in a peaceful world. Caeldori wants to care for animals, while Shiro wants to be a lumberjack.

A: The two of them come across a fire. Shiro runs into a burning barn to save a foal.

S: Caeldori falls in love with Shiro over the foal thing.

Review: Actually not that bad. There are some decent discussions of nepotism and Shiro acts heroic.

Support: Caeldori/Sophie

C: Sophie decides she and Caeldori should be friends. They talk about horses.

B: They talk about hair care.

A: They talk about horse grooming.

Review: So. Goddamn. Boring.

Support: Ignatius/Midori

C: Midori has Ignatius pick up a big rock so she can grab the bugs underneath for potion making. Ignatius is grossed out.

B: Ignatius looks queasy because of the bugs. Midori, thinking he's sick, offers more bug medicine.

A: Ignatius apologizes because Midori was just trying to help. Midori offers him some pick-me-up juice, which he drinks. It's bugs.

S: Ignatius says he likes Midori. Where did that come from?

Review: Midori is an asshole in this one.

Support: Ophelia/Soleil

C: Soleil chases Ophelia because they're destined to be together. Ophelia runs.

B: Ophelia tries to scare Soleil off with a body swap spell. Soleil is in to it.

A: Soleil apologizes for being obsessive. Ophelia says she always thought the two of them would be loyal partners like Laslow and Odin, but was dissapointed when she met Soleil. They decide to hang out.

Review: Really dissapointing. The body swap thing is fun, but I was hoping more, considering how good Laslow and Odin's relationship is.

Support: Kiragi/Soleil

C: Kiragi praises Soleil for being friends with so many girls. Big Harold vibes.

B: Soleil mopes because one of her girl friends leaves the army. Kiragi says losing friends is hard, noting he'll never see his Deeprealm friends again. He absolutely can see them again if he wants to, Kiragi's just dumb. Kiragi suggests Soleil become a pen pal with crush.

A: Soleil asks Kiragi how he deals with losing friends. Kiragi says he just makes new friends. In a game where children die in battle, this is darker than the writers intended.

S: Kiragi says he's crazy for Soleil. Soleil says that she is not attracted to him in any way, but they're great friends. The two decide to be friends forever.

Review: Fine I guess. Could have been more interesting if it was about losing friends in battle.

Support: Ignatius/Soleil

C: Soleil spies on frolicking girls and plots to run up and pinch them. Someone really needs to talk to her about consent. Ignatius walks up, thinking she's hunting, and tells her being a creep is wrong.

B: Soleil tells Ignatius his face is creepy. Ignatius asks how Soleil always smiles and she says she forces herself to smile, which keeps her happy. Soleil decides to help Ignatius smile.

A: Ignatius gets better at smiling. They discuss who they make each other smile by smiling.

S: Ignatius gets Soleil a sunflower. The duo say they make each other smile.

Review: So, I chose these supports randomly, and didn't purposely do three Soleils in a row, but god, doing three Soleils in a row is really grating. She needs to stop. Also this one was boring.

Support: Hisame/Velouria

C: Velouria looks for a lost piece of amber. Hisame is creeped out because it has a big spider in the middle.

B: Velouria and Hisame search for more amber because it's valuable.

A: Hisame says he wants amber to give to Hinata as a good luck charm. Velouria finds some amber, motivated by emotions.

S: They decide to treasure hunt together. Also they start dating. Review: Hisame being creeped out is alright, but other than that this is fairly dull.

Support: Caeldori/Rhajat

Caeldori asks Rhajat to help her be goth and mysterious. B: Rhajat suggests Caeldori dress like her. Caeldori objects because she'll look like a...then cuts herself off. Rhajat suggests Caeldori be inconsiderate and never tell anyone anything. A: Rhajat quits teaching Caeldori, both because she sucks at being mysterious and because Caeldori is too essential for the army to stop being herself. Review: Actually not that bad. Caeldori and Rhajat bounce off each other pretty well.

Support: Kiragi/Midori

C: Midori asks Kiragi to help her find rare herbs in the mountains.

B: Kiragi finds all the herbs with ease because he spends so much time in the mountains. Midori brings up a rare flower that only grows if volcanos filled with poison gas and asks Kiragi if he's seen it in non-deadly places.

A: Kiragi gets the flower from a volcano filled with poison gas.

S: Midori makes an energizing tonic out of the flower and names it after Kiragi, who is energetic. Also she loves him.

Review: Kiragi being an absolute madman who doesn’t fear death is fun.

Support: Kiragi/Velouria

C: Kiragi returns from hunting. Velouria takes the grime covering him.

B: Kiragi returns from the mountains with a bag of jewels. Velouria takes the sand at the bottom of the bag. A: Kiragi invites Velouria to go into the mountains with him. She stops at the bottom of the mountain to collect dead insects.

S: Velouria invites Kiragi to her tent, which is filled with nature. Velouria says she likes Kiragi because he doesn't mock her hobby and invites her to go along.

Review: They have a decent dynamic, but the Support is just okay. Velouria's bit has gotten really old, though.

Support: Shiro/Sophie

C: Shiro finds Sophie stretching. She explains that stretching is important. Shiro tries and hurts his back.

B: Sophie falls off her horse but is fine thanks to her stretching. Shiro acknowledges that stretching is important and starts training with Sophie.

A: Shiro becomes better at fighting thanks to stretching. He suggests Sophie learn to ride her horse instead of training to survive falling off.

S: They get together.

Review: Sophie is fun, but this Support is lackluster.

Support: Fana/Velouria

C: Kana asks Velouria to play with her. Velouria says no because that's childish and Kana's a child. Kana throws a tantrum.

B: Kana says she's sad Velouria won't play with her. Kana decides to give an old doll to a little girl. Velouria wants the doll, but Kana won't give it to her because dolls are for children and Velouria is an adult.

A: Kana gives Velouria the doll. Velouria says that Kana is mature for understanding she needed the doll. Kana makes Velouria play tag.

Review: Actually pretty good. Velouria acting superior and then having it immediately blow up in her face is fun.

Support: Fana/Kiragi

C: Kana asks Kiragi where he's been. He says the woods, but Kana says she didn't see him when she flew over the woods. This makes Kana suspicious. Also, what does Kana mean, flew over the woods? Since when can she fly? I know she could turn into a dragon, but she can only turn specific body parts into dragon form when bound by her dragonstone. Also, since when can her dragon form fly? It has wings, but neither she nor Corrin are ever seen using them.

B: Kana tracks Kiragi to his secret treehouse hideout.

A: Kiragi explains he hangs out in the treehouse because he feels burdened by the expectations that come with being royalty. Kana says no one has ever treated her like royalty and that she always dreamed of being a princess. Fortunately, she's a princess three times over, possibly a double princess for one kingdom depending on who her father is. Kiragi tells Kana she's always welcome at their treehouse.

S: Kiragi says he doesn't need the treehouse anymore because he needs to stop hiding. He asks Kana to marry him someday so she can be a princess four-five times over.

Review: Decent. Kiragi's angst over being royalty is good and this Support has a very laid-back, friendly tone.

Support: Percy/Sophie

C: Percy challenges Sophie to a race to see if Avel or Ace is better. Percy then realizes that he forgot to bring Ace. Sophie is drug the wrong way by Avel.

B: Percy challenges Sophie to a redo, but Sophie can't find Avel. He offers to search from the sky. Sophie decides to search on horseback, while riding Avel. Wait a minute.

A: The two of them begin to race, but cancel it when they see their steeds being friendly together.

S: Percy makes up a story about Ace missing Avel as an excuse to visit Sophie.

Review: A very funny Support.

Support: Kiragi/Mitama

C: Kiragi invites Mitama to go into the mountains with him. She objects, but says yes after he points out therw are fields of wildflowers on the mountain.

B: Mitama struggles to climb, but finds the field amazing.

A: Mitama asks Kiragi to take her to the field again. Kiragi suggests showing her other beauties, but she just wants wildflowers.

S: Kiragi says that, if someone saw them, they'd think they were a couple. Then he asks Mitama out. She says yes.

Review: Fine.

#fire emblem fates