#knitwork

[elliot-amy]

#frog #frogs #happy #crochet #knitwork

[nordicsublime]

Art Opening

#opening #vernisage #beanie #knitwork #shades #Bears #beards

[infamousstitch]

As close to real color as I could get it. Now for the sleeves. #knit #knitting #knitwork #knitallthethings #knitaddict #knitwear #knitsweaters #fairisle #scadinavianknitting #norwegenknitting #fairislesweater #rabbits #deer #forest #hunting #huntsmensweater #knittersofinstagram #fairislejumper #fairisletops #fairidleknitting #fairisleknits #menssweaters #infamousstitch (at Infamous Stitch) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp7o9zgrRwJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#knit #knitting #knitwork #knitallthethings #knitaddict #knitwear #knitsweaters #fairisle #scadinavianknitting #norwegenknitting #fairislesweater #rabbits #deer #forest #hunting #huntsmensweater #knittersofinstagram #fairislejumper #fairisletops #fairidleknitting #fairisleknits #menssweaters #infamousstitch

[merbeauknit]

Merbeau royal piece

#knitdesigner #knitwear #fairycore #princesscore #merbeau #vivienne westwood #sustainablefashion #fashion #knitwork #clothes #knittedclothes

[learning-k0rean]

뜨개질

[tteu·gae·jil]

(noun) knitting, knitwork

#뜨개질 #tteugaejil #knitting #knitwork #theme: nouns #theme: activities

[pmtxdk77u]

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#past-due #seawards #ill-usage #disfen #telephotographed #unexciting #unalienating #uniq #knitwork #overable #wimbrel #fibromatous #planosome #missary #germinatively #rancorproof #crases #cartridge #self-obsessed #syzygy

[yarntogarment]

I’ve always wanted a hat that has the fluffy halo effect which I chose for this project. I was gifted this yarn by a friend and I’m grateful because she has kept me expressing my passion for knitting. I loved every moment of knitting the hat from the yarns I chose, the chart which wasn’t daunting and the cabling without a cable needle that added speed.

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Pattern Tsov Hat

Designer: Caitlin Hunter @boylandknitworks

Yarn: Hayfield St Mortiz DK (held double with) Rowan Kid Silk Haze

Yarn gift from @johanne119 🫶🏽🤎🫶🏽

#knitting #handmade #knit #knittinglove #handknitted #yarn #hatknitting #hataddiction #Tsov #tsovhat #traditionalcable #cableknitting #britishyarn #hayfieldstmortriz #kidsilkhaze #rowanyarn #yarntogarment #Boyland Knitworks

[flecks-of-stardust]

you will see me frothing at the mouth every time i see a knitted doll, you do not Understand the Difficulty

#it’s very easy to shape amigurumi with crochet #incredibly easy once you know the basic techniques #i made my first four days after learning my first stitches #all i needed to know were honestly just three things #single crochet; decreasing and increasing; and how to work a magic loop #that’s it. that’s all there is to it #of course grubby looks gawky now compared to my other dolls but the basics are all there #i just hadn’t figured out how to shape things yet #with knitting? idk. i suppose it’s just a different skill set in the end #but knitting is more suited for big clothing projects #tiny amigurumi dolls are Hard to make with knitting #how do you even create a sphere with knitwork??? #… which is why i want to learn. lol #i’m unhinged <3

[nordicsublime]

#mushrooms #Karl Johan #sweater #knitwork

[dudguacamole]

Me in various sweaters that I’ve knit. I seem to love an animal print. 

Patterns:

Coleoptera Sweater by Morthunder

Fortuna Sweater by Morthunder

Halibut Sweater by Boyland Knitworks

Ghost Horses Sweater by Boyland Knitworks

#me #mine #knitting #knitspo #handknit #hand knitted #hand knit sweater #fibre arts #woman craft #boyland knitworks #halibut sweater #ghost horses sweater #coleoptera #coleoptera sweater #morthunder #fortuna sweater

[merbeauknit]

Knitted pants

#knitdesigner #knitwear #fairycore #fashion #merbeau #knitwork

[blurry-bluebird]

Oh shit here we go again

#knitting #programming #or as I call it neural knitworks

[fallowhearth-art]

I have knit another horse jumper...

Neigh by Boyland Knitworks

#knitting

[mattiasinks]

Japanese knitworks

[landoom]

F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Alpha/Beta/Omega (no mpreg) - Part 1

the midpoint between the water and your name (5572 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Relationships: Kyle Kirkwood/Logan Sargeant Summary: Kyle pretends things are normal for exactly seven seconds before Logan tucks his knees up to his chest and stares at the space between his thighs and says, “I’m an Omega.” And Kyle’s head— spins.

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ether strike (3002 words) by Anonymous Rating: Mature Relationships: Alexander Albon/Logan Sargeant Summary: Logan goes into heat. Alex is the only alpha around he trusts.

oOoOoOo

you only have to ask (13049 words) by toastandvegemite

Rating: Teen and up Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen Summary:

When Michael decides to return home, Daniel is suddenly left with no Alpha on the grid. He's not allowed to race without one.

Daniel refuses to consider the obvious replacement.

oOoOoOo

i'll kiss you first (3087 words) by venerat Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “Uh,” Oscar says, when they’re in the car on their way to the airport. “I think you’re—um. Going into heat, mate.”

oOoOoOo

i love it when you're not quiet (7101 words) by Bluejay141519 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: Lando doesn't start 2021 looking for a mate. Really it's the exact opposite. He just wants to drive and get along with his new teammate. His new teammate got him to admit he hadn't grown pubic hair yet on live television. Lando probably should've adjusted his expectations.

oOoOoOo

the red parts (14065 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant Summary: “But Logan is a Beta,” Oscar says, like this might be brand-new information. “Betas don’t have heats.” Lando shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine, mate.”

oOoOoOo

we go way back (13800 words) by linearity Rating: Explicit Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Summary: At the start of each F1 season, all unmated alphas and omegas are required to submit a list of at least five pre-approved emergency heat/rut partners to the FIA.

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The Sun Is Shining (and so Are You) (10862 words) by amarynas Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: “Look, I’m gonna cut straight to the chase without all the small talk. I need help with something and I think you’re just the right person for that,” Daniel said. Scrunching his eyebrows Lando glanced left and right to see if anyone was eavesdropping. No matter what this was about, he was not going to present himself to Daniel like a willing omega agreeing blindly to everything. “Nah, thank you, I’m not interested.” He put his hands on the ground to lift himself up, but Daniel set a hand on his knee, stopping him. or, Lando's and Daniel's story of how they met, became friends and slowly fell for each other over knitworks and the course of the 2019 season.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 rpf #f1 fic rec #fic rec list #rec list #fic rec #dando #carlando #loscar #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #daniel ricciardo #lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc #alex albon #sargebon #maxiel #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o #alpha beta omega

[basilone]

Hi Killy? How about #20 caffeine, dealer's choice for characters. Thank you!

Ooo, thank you for this one! 💙 I'm delighted at it being dealer's choice, as this got me to try my hand at writing my fave of faves: Rosie. I do hope I've got him down right! (Slight, slight spoilers for the most recent ep apply!)

caffeine

The base is somewhat beautiful when the sun’s still low. There’s a slight haze hanging just above the dewy grass, too thin to be a full-on fog but lending this early morning a particular enchantment all the same. Gold streaks flicker through the last vestiges of night. If she squints at the treeline hard enough, its greens will mingle with the twinges of red in the dawn. Like Christmas painted through a misty window.

It’ll be a while before Christmas comes, now, though the mornings aren’t getting any warmer.

Imogene puffs up her cheeks. Blows warm air between her hands, then rubs them together briskly. She’s forgotten her gloves again. Margaret’s not about to loan out her perfectly good set of spare gloves, either, if that glare from earlier is anything to go by. And Jeannie is nice and all, but the knitwork on her gloves is absolutely drenched in perfume. Imogene lets out a sigh. Contemplates the risks associated with running back to her bunk and praying her own gloves will be in the place where she put them last.

Truth is, she hasn’t got the time. Jeannie’s already taken off at a dead run for the bathroom for the second time in an hour, which has got Margaret fuming in a way that’ll at least make sure the sink’s going to be so spotless you could eat out of it. Imogene would be more worried about Jeannie if this wasn’t already the fourth time a girl like her was prone to retching her guts out in the morning and being just fine and dandy in the afternoon.

These girls, like some of the men, barely stay long enough to learn their names.

And then, of course, there are those few who seem to stay a lifetime.

“One for the road, Captain Rosenthal?”

His answering laugh is soft, but his joy somehow never fails to meet his eyes. “If you can spare me a cup, yes. Thank you.”

“It’ll be a little minute, sir, sorry.” Imogene shoots him the closest thing she’s got to an apologetic smile. “I hope you can wait that long to get your latest dose of caffeine. These new coffee makers are a bit slower on the uptake.”

Captain Rosenthal hums a little to himself. “I believe I can find the time for it this morning, Imogene.”

“Glad to hear it, sir. Congratulations on your twenty-fifth, by the way!” She’d meant to say that about five days ago, but the party had turned raucous and strange in equal measure before she’d had the chance. And the men had been pretty tightly knit around him, at least before the mood had taken another tailspin downward. “When are you due to go home? Is it a ways away yet?”

He shifts his weight from foot to foot the way he always seems to do when contemplating something important. His gaze fixes on the horizon. Well past the planes on their hardstands, beyond the line of trees and buildings. Like there’s something in the early morning sky only he can see.

Imogene waits him out the way she always does. There is no hurrying Robert Rosenthal, not when he is pondering something important before his first coffee of the day. He might have something interesting to say once the idea lands and takes root inside him. Last time, he had made a small comment about bird migratory patterns that had somehow evolved into a conversation about penguins at the zoo. The time before that, he had asked her something about hairpins – not a topic for a man, or so Margaret had scoffed after – before he’d leaned forward ever so slightly and told her some of his men might have gotten their hands on a second helping of chocolate through the cunning use of hairpins. (DeBlasio, if she had to name one. It’s always the goddamn Italians getting into trouble on this base.)

“I’m not too certain Florida will agree with me.” His smile is almost remorseful, as if he has contemplated the idea and found himself to be rather like a fish out of water. “I’d miss this weather. Gruesome chill in the air this morning.” He shudders just a little, more to himself than to her. “And I have to say, Imogene, I’d be hard-pressed to find better coffee than this.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, sir,” she laughs, grabbing a pristine white cup for him. “We do what we can, but the stateside coffee just tastes better if you ask me. I dream about it sometimes.”

“The perfect cup of coffee? Bit of milk, two sugars. Little bit of foam on top, perhaps.” There’s a twinkle in his bright eyes as he steps closer, keenly awaiting his morning shot of caffeine. “What is your poison of coffee choice in this world, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Imogene hums to herself. “Bit of milk, bit of caramel, sir.” She almost wishes she had enough time to foam the milk up a little, give it a bit of a whisk before stirring it into his cup. “The sugar’s too cloggy. Caramel syrup works just as well to sweeten it.”

“I take it there is no secret stash of caramel syrup on base here?”

“You”– she gestures with the little spoon –“would be correct, Captain. Perhaps you can sneak me some, once you’re back home?”

The shadow that passes over his face is gone as swiftly as it came, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t see it. Imogene sucks in a rather noisy breath. Feels a chill swoop down and back up her spine in a way that’s got very, very little to do with the morning cold of early March. He glances back at the horizon a moment. Wistful, her mind supplies. Then: yearning.

She’s seen it before. In Major Cleven and Captain Rivers, every time they were kept on the ground too long. In Major Egan, once Major Cleven had vanished and left a hole in the fabric of reality itself. In Stella Lombardi, whose eyes never quite seem to meet the ground anymore, and in Two, who might just survive them all. There’s something in the set of their shoulders. Something in their eyes, once you know where to look.

Imogene looks. Sees. “You’re not going home.”

Blue eyes, brighter than any morning, meet her gaze. “Not just yet.” His confession hangs in the air between them a moment. She fills up the space with a mostly full cup of coffee, milk and sugars already stirred in, and is proud when her hand does not tremble. “We have work to do here, don’t we, Imogene?” His bare hand brushes her own before he lifts the cup in clear gratitude. “Thank you for the coffee, as always.”

She takes a deep breath. Steadies herself on the counter, just out of his keen gaze’s reach. “You’re very welcome, sir. Same time tomorrow, then?”

A laugh startles out of him, bright and beaming and so alive that she wants to cry. “Same time as always, ma’am.”

#masters of the air #mota spoilers #rosie rosenthal #oc: imogene #basilonefic #mota oc