#Thread the Needle

[shittybundaskenyer]

GENESIS (noun) the origin or coming into being of something.

[vangs0]

I want to roll the numbers

I want to feel my stars align again

Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin

And the heavens just won't open up for me

[vulcanette]

iii token.

🎥: @ infinitearcadia

[the-kr8tor]

Yk like you did those amazing fae Hobie hc could you do one with TTN Hobie Because I just finished all of it and I’m SO HAPPY it a good ending I’m in love with your writing gonna go go pirate Hobie next then fae

TTN! Hobie oh how I missed you! 🥹 Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Bestfriend to lovers, Set in my Thread the Needle series, established relationship, headcanons, fluff!

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Bestfriend! Hobie, who has been your mate for as long as you could remember, whose voice is the first and last thing you hear during the day.

You ring him up in the chilly mornings to wake him up because he almost always sleeps through his alarm clock. And in turn, he's the one calling you before bed, chatting about the day you two had as if you weren't attached by the hip throughout the day.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who helps you study your notes while trying to keep you awake by poking your cheek relentlessly until you swat him away as he chuckles.

He has definitely tried to teach you how to play the guitar, but you're distracted, eyes looking at his hands. He wonders why.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who hasn't seen you as more than a friend until he saw you laughing at his shitty joke that he couldn't even remember now when you're smiling at him like that.

While you've been in love with him longer, he fell harder for you.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was afraid of you leaving the city and him after graduating high school. Even though he was worrying about it, he did everything to help you study for every entrance exam. And he was even more ecstatic when you passed almost every university you applied to. Moreso when you accepted the one that's still within the city. Oh the hug he gave you that day could rival all the hugs he gave you through the years.

Once when it suddenly snowed through the night, he knocked on your dorm room door, asking if you wanted to go sledding with him just like old times when you were kids. It ended with a snowball fight, giggles bouncing off the fluffy snow.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who saw you through your bad and good days, holding and talking to you during the awful ones, and making you laugh on most days, making it better.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who comforted you when a date stood you up, angry that someone could do that to someone who's as amazing as you. He told you that he'll never do that, he should've added the words ‘to you.’ but he just couldn't, mouth clamped shut, nerves slithering through him.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who even tried to set you up with a bandmate of his to help him get over you but it backfired when he saw you laughing and looking like you fancied the guy, he felt like the ground swallowed him whole and spat him out right in between you and his mate.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was hiding his smile when you said that his friend was nice but not someone you see being with. All the while he finally noticed your lingering touches, longing stares and shy smiles whenever you talk to him. It's not something mates do, but he's still afraid to confess, worried that it'll ruin a decade of friendship with you. For now, he'll settle for those shy smiles and arms embracing him while he drives you to class on his motorbike.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who made you your own customised helmet with your favourite colour and numerous stickers that you'll love. The way your face lit up has been in the forefront of his mind ever since.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who looks at you like you're everything to him, like you hung up the stars in the sky for him. He loves you, he realizes.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who lets you sleep next to him after a night out or a gig you accompanied him and the band to. Just like when you were kids. But this time, it has his heart pounding loudly every morning he wakes up to your drooling face.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who has had enough of trying to hide his feelings for you and started unabashedly flirting at you, trying to get his point across without saying the exact words he needs to say. It hasn't worked yet while you wave it away, thinking that's just classic Hobie bantering with you. Unbeknownst to him, you're melting into a puddle.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who almost shuts down when you flirt back at him.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was heartbroken when he saw you slouched in the medical tent while you're cradling your sprained wrist.

He was afraid when the spider bit him, but he was more afraid of leaving you alone in the world. So he took care of himself, drank a liter of water and some meds before waking up like a new man.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who tells you everything you dreamed of, he loves you, no buts, no ifs, no sugar coating it, “I love you” and he says it with his whole chest, walking the dreaded runway and kissing you right after. He was never one for the dramatics, but with you, he's ready to get his point across this time. And he was lucky enough that you said the same thing to him, kissing him like he dreamed of.

Boyfriend! Hobie, who lets you go and live your dream across the country even though he wants to be selfish and hold onto you.

Boyfriend! Hobie, who becomes your roommate, living in the same houseboat, sleeping in the same bed and waking up to your face every morning. He doesn't want to waste any time with you, spending almost every minute with you. And doing everything he together with you while you hold his hand as he etches your touch in his mind.

Grocery dates, record dates, picnics, amusement parks, and aquariums, you name it, and you've been to them with Hobie lovingly tugging at your hand.

He helps you pack your bags, slowly at that to spend more time with you.

Hobie drives you to the airport in Yuri's beaten up car, stays there with you until it's time for you to board your flight and holds you until the tears stop flowing. As he watches your retreating back, memories flood back to him, and when he finally gets home, houseboat empty and devoid of your presence, he lets himself cry.

You left your sewing machine with him, with a note that tells him that he should use it, that it's time for him to learn how to mend his clothes. He cries again after finding the note.

During his patrols, he uses the same machine your hands have touched to mend and sew the marks left on his suit. He smiles when he thinks that you'll be chastising him for the lopsided stitching.

Whenever you call, he drops everything and talks to you as if you're just beside him and not halfway across the world from him.

Birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays, you two never missed a single call even when the phone bill hurts both of your pockets.

Years after you've left, your things are still in the same place you left it, shoes in the rack, coat draped over the couch, and your sewing machine well taken care of, waiting for you, just like he has.

When you finally come back home, he feels like he could breathe again, his other half smiling up at him as he lounges on the roof that he immediately leaps off to embrace you just like has all those years ago.

It's as if you've never left as he kisses you like he had when he confessed backstage during your college fashion show.

[thesleeptokenarchive]

Music Release: One, December 2 2016

Eight years ago today, Sleep Token released their first EP, titled "ONE".

The tracklist:

Thread The Needle

Fields Of Elation

When The Bough Breaks

There are two music videos for this EP, Thread the Needle [YT], released on September 8 2016 and Fields of Elation [YT] on November 10 2016

You can still purchase the digital album on their Bandcamp [LINK], which also includes three additional tracks. These tracks are piano versions of the original three and are breathtakingly beautiful.

[melit0n]

Oh Thread The Needle they could never make me hate you

Credits: Ironaiden -> yt.

[thewayyoulay]

[myth0mani-art]

I didn't expect Thread the needle so I stood there like :0 for at least a minute...

[bonncy]

"You don't really love, you just hate to be alone".

EP "One" Concept Design

Are you ready for Sundowning?

[electrifiedscepterdrifter]

Original Thread the needle vocals - left

2025 Download performance live vocals - right

I tried my best to get the crowd noise out but this is the best I could do.

[potatomoonjuice]

Thread The Needle, there is no other beauty like you. Your spirit bares my soul, stripping me of my sanity. To hear you sound your siren song is to make my blood turn blue from red.

[vangs0]

These ancient canopies

That we used to lay beneath

[vulcanette]

[the-kr8tor]

Imagine TTN r teaching TTN Hobie how to sew 🥹 so cute!

Thank you for your patience! Ah yes a rare ttn req, I hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, reader has nicknames, set in my thread the needle series, established relationship, a bit of hurt/comfort, fluff!

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“Do I cut right ‘ere?”

You look up from threading the needle or trying to at least, as Hobie kneels beside a piece of cloth where you pinned a simple pattern of pajama pants. The fabric is flowy and soft, comfortable for a pair and perfect for practicing on how to make his own clothes. He has his wicks in a ponytail, away from his face as he eyes the fabric like it's a maths homework.

“Yeah, right from the hem but make sure you give enough leeway just in case you make a mistake. You can always cut it off if it's too big—”

“But you can't sew it back on if you cut too much.” Hobie smiles smugly at you, shrugging as he eyes the slight shake of your fingers. He takes it as you being tired from all the packing you two have been doing for hours now. Maybe he shouldn't have asked for a lesson today. “I read your textbook once while I was bored.”

“Okay, smartass.” You chuckle, putting your attention back towards the needle and thread in between your shaky fingers. He smiles fondly at you from the other side of the bedroom. “And here I thought you were faking not knowing how to sew.”

You're usually good at this, in a second you grab the tools the thread is already inside the needle, no fuss, no muss. But you're having a hard time with this one while you're surrounded by luggages filled with your belongings. Hobie senses your staggered and frustrated breath. Turning to you, he sees the concentration in between your knitted brows, the way your fingers shake and your eyes seemingly going cross-eyed as you try to thread the needle in. It's been twenty minutes since you've given him the reins to the pattern and cloth, twenty minutes since you grabbed the needle and thread.

The houseboat looks sparse from where you sit on the foot of the bed. There's a lack of your clothes in the closet, a space missing right next to his leather and plaid. Your sewing machine is temporarily placed on his work table after you decided to just leave the heavy thing at home as a promise to come back for it when the time comes. Most of your shoes are packed tightly in a duffle bag. A ton of your fashion school projects are all shoved inside your luggage, and the bathroom looks and feels unfamiliar without your toiletries on the shelves.

It all seems unfamiliar, as if it's the first time you've seen it bare since he bought the place. You didn't live here for too long, but it still has you nostalgic and conflicted for leaving in the first place. It feels unfair to leave, unfair to leave him. But it's for the better good, it's for your future and his. As much as you hate leaving, it's necessary. You'll be back anyways, you don't know when, but you know you'll be sitting on the same floor, sleeping on the same bed, eating on the same dinner table with Hobie.

“I won't put it past me, love, I do love spendin’ time with you.” You sniff and frown at his statement instead of the usual bashful smile you give him. He drags himself closer to you, careful not to mess up the pattern on the floor. “Oi,” his hands wrap around your own, eyes swimming with affection as he sees the slight glimmer of your eyes. “You alright?” His tone is gentle, barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for, love?” He sits down beside you, still facing you while his feet press against your side. “Are you havin’ second thoughts?”

“I feel awful.” You drop your intertwined hands on your lap together with the needle and thread. He grasps at it tighter, squeezing it three times. “And of course I am.”

“Don’t feel bad on my behalf, I'll be fine. You'll be fine.” He knows you will be eventually, but he truly doesn't know when he will be once you're gone. “‘m just a phone call away.”

You frown, head falling down on his chest, back already aching from the position. “I'll miss you.”

“I know, Gromit.” There's a pin prick pain stuck in his throat, a cry that he refuses to let out. “I'll miss you too.” His knuckles trace the length of your spine, warmth ebbing through his touch as he holds you in place, right in the present.

“I'm dawdling.” You say, muffled against his chest, lips still etched into a frown.

“Hi, dawdling, I'm Hobie.”

You look up, brows furrowed but the corner of your lips wobble into a smile. “You're very funny.”

“I know, that's why you fell for me, innit?” Hobie snickers, poking your cheek lovingly. “Why are you dawdlin’?”

“Because,” you cup the side of his neck, thumb rubbing along his jaw. “I keep postponing this,” you gesture towards the fabric on the floor. “Is it bad that I don't want to teach you how to sew?”

“Love,” He mirrors your movements, thumb brushing along your chin while the pads of his fingers keep the back of your neck warm. “why don't you want to teach me? Am I shit at it?”

“No, no.” You place your arms around him, pushing him closer to you. “It's just that…” inhaling, you rest your head right on his shoulder while he wraps an arm around your waist. “I don't know, it's silly.”

“It's not silly if it's makin’ you feel awful.” Hobie kisses your temple as you close your eyes.

With a brave exhale of breath, you continue. “I think that if I teach you then there's no use for me anymore, that you won't wait for me.”

Hobie lifts your head up with a careful hand on your chin, eyes warm for you and a smile that would have your stomach filling with butterflies.

“You're right, it's silly. It's a bonkers thought, love.” You have every right to frown. “But I understand, feelin’ useless is a shit feelin’. You teachin’ me how to sew a hole or fix a button won't make me not wait for you. Or not love you anymore.” Hobie wipes a fallen tear from your cheek. “I asked because it's my way of keepin’ you with me. Every time I fix a hole or make a jumper, It'll make me think of you. It'll make me feel that you're right beside me, tellin' me that ‘m doin' it all wrong.” You snort, eyes welling up with tears. “Or tellin' me that ‘m doin' alright. But it'll never compare to the real thing, yeah?”

You nod, chuckling as you hug him and nuzzle your nose under his jaw. “Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you too. Now,” He exhales with a shuddered breath, hands cupping your face and kissing each of your cheek before grabbing the fallen thread and needle. “I need an expert hand with these.” His eyes shine under the light, unshed tears refusing to be let go.

“On it, Wallace.” With a brief wipe of your eyes, you take the tools and almost immediately threading the needle.

“That's my girl.”

[wormm-mom]

I NEED TO BE SEDATED AND I WASNT EVEN THERE THAT SETLIST IS CRAZY HELP