#afghan block

[sunsorbit]

thought i would archive my crocheting progress where i can easily always look it up :3

this pattern is soooooooo. what the hell. almost done with it too only like 4/5 more rows to go i think!!! this is splendid serendipity by the loopy stitch and it’s just so gorgeous i am in love

so many new stitches i have never done before (popcorn, v, shell, front and back post stitches, bubble, and a bazillion clusters of various heights, and i am sure the last few rows will introduce even more)

important to note that the original pattern switches colors a bunch, and i am doing this all continuously without cutting the string ever lmao. this means i had to start new rows in funky unintended ways and these past three or four rows in completely different places than the tutorial/pattern actually does. because i’m silly and whatever

also it’s insane how my color changing yarn just almost perfectly matched for each round, i am in love (i am using Lang Yarns Merino+ Color Extrafine Superwash / No Mulesign, in color 926.0210 which is gorgeous but expensive so i am gonna try another square with some different yarn)

[quirkycryptidcrochet]

This is Afghan Block #81 by VCrochetPatterns! I've got a huge backlog of afghan squares I haven't gotten around to posting, so I'll get to that soon!

[cfstuff]

Tidal Moon Square by Fiber Flux!

[milkweedman]

So, re the handspun scrap blanket, i have 63 squares total right now ! Which is, iirc, 1 square short of half of what i need.

I have also discovered that i really do actually need to block the squares individually before i can sew them together. Unfortunately, my cats have destroyed all my blocking boards, i think. Apparently theyre great to sharpen ones claws on. Just went to michaels but they dont sell them anymore (and the yarn selection is.. horrific, to put it lightly. No sock yarn at all, and mostly rh and very scratchy overpriced patons). Gonna look thru my closet and see if theres any blocking boards that i missed, but. Ugh.

[beigale-shtuchim]

It always has to be you you you you you. Nobody suffers more than you, nobody can suffer other than you, you're the entire fucking center of the universe!! Nobody can talk about anything anymore without these people going "wah wah but gaza" shut the fuck up!!!!!!

I've actually seen people mention goddamn gaza under a grieving mother's post about the loss of her child!! Y'all are fucking deranged!!! Have you no shame??

Also literally nobody has been silent. These useless excuses for human beings have been cheering on terrorists and spreading blood libels for these whole 6 months, making the entire Jewish community feel unsafe and unwanted in spaces they used to be a part of.

Also, funny you're begging Europeans, the biggest colonizers of them all, to acknowledge you. But you don't like colonizers, do you?

And finally, if you really can't deal with the fact there are other problems and injustices in the world and that people aren't dedicating every inch of their mind to you, you might have a bit of a problem. Nobody owes you anything. Let people speak about what they care about and stop policing literally everything.

[apricotluvr]

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[woolnhook]

Twinkle Star Block granny square crochet pattern

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]My latest pattern is now out – Twinkle Star Block crochet granny square pattern is finally published!  I started this crochet block in January, so its taken a while to finish!   Continue reading Untitled

[pedropascalito]

The Last of Us Joel Miller Character Study S1E1: Living Room

Joel's sofa is so classic and cozy; cognac overstuffed leather is a solid choice, and combined with the transparent glass coffee table, very shabby chic meets West Elm. Not bad for a contractor.

I love that pillow is smashed flat. This is a family home, well lived in.

I deeply love Sarah is reading a magazine instead of playing on her phone/tablet. Very accurate fo that time. Magazines were my jam in 2003 as well. There are stacks of them around the room, and I really wish we could see some titles! I'm guessing: a teen fashion/culture mag for Sarah, a sports magazine for Joel, maybe some free contractor industry publications. Definitely Texas Monthly. Is Joel a Playboy man? Hmmm...

Dinner plate: she is used to preparing her own food and eating on her own, it seems.

More bay windows. What a cute home.

Either this scene was filmed in both daytime and nighttime, or that is one bright-ass porch light.

Joel has gone to the Javier Peña school of lamps and afghans because there are a lot of lamps in this room! And most of them are ugly.

Knock-off Eames chair? Or the real thing? (I'm guessing knock-off.) @veryprairieberry identified it as an IKEA Poang with matching ottoman. Knock-off indeed.

I wish this photo were more clear; I'm guessing it's Sarah, and I even thought it was Nico Parker on the lake in the raft, but the photo doesn't have the life jacket. EDIT: It’s Tommy, thank you @bluestar22x

More magazines

A TV tray for eating in this room; I wonder if Sarah or Joel uses that more?

I love a good sofa console table, and I also put them against the wall. My 2003 apartment would feel very at home in Joel's space.

The Lone Star key holder on the wall; so Texas, so accurate.

Laundry basket of clothes waiting to be folded, and we know that never happened. :(

I love this shot because it shows a few awesome things:

Guitar!

That sweet ass speaker and sound system set up. I want.

Having a flat screen tv in 2003 was still a status symbol. Joel invested in this.

Another soccer ball, so homey to have sports equipment scattered around.

It looks like that's a Longhorns logo blanket, but the color is wrong, so I don't know what it is for sure.

More plants Sarah is single-handedly keeping alive.

The block color rug is aggressively 00's Target. I love it.

I can't tell what that pronged object is on the stereo; anyone know? Edit: an antennae, thank you @veryprairieberry

That painting on the wall is rather dull compared to the artwork in Joel’s bedroom. I wonder if they know the artist personally?

How sweet is Joel coming home after a long day? We want this view.

Joel and Sarah are so sweet together and I am devastated all over again with this episode and Sarah's death. Just tragic.

Also: I'm sorry y'all, I have to point out the anal beads lamp. Not even Javier Peña would have this. Joel has definitely stepped it up.

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

Stealth in All Forms

Ghost is a stealthy man.

He can blend into the shadows quickly, and use them to his advantage to be anywhere he wants to be. He's quick and silent.

This is the most known fact about him.

What isn't known is that he can use his stealth in more ways than just blending in with others or the shadows.

What no one sees, is that on leave, Ghost will wear weird outfits and stand out as much as possible, simply because when someone looks and acts like they don't belong there, like they're from another planet, like they're a tourist, they get ignored. Looked over. They blend in by standing out.

Soap finds this out the hard way.

The first time Johnny goes home with Simon, he sees a side of his partner he never would have put near his vision of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

They get ready to go shopping for groceries, having arrived at the Manchester flat late last night and finding it devoid of anything due to his long absence from the place.

While getting ready, and waiting for Simon to get ready in his usual black-on-black with a balaclava, Johnny wanders around the home. Finding comfy afghan throws on the couch and armchair, red blackout curtains on every large window and sliding glass door, and even a funky tie-dye shower curtain in the bathroom with a matching bathmat. Ok, so his partner likes some color outside of his job, noted.

What he does not expect is for his boyfriend to come out of the room with a black baseball cap with a cartoon ghost on it, a tight red Henley t-shirt, faded blue bootcut jeans, the ugliest pair of pink Crocs he thinks he's ever seen, and no facemask in sight.

While he takes the time to catch his breath after laughing so hard in surprise that his knees nearly give out, Simon grabs his wallet, keys, and a backpack filled with produce bags.

With the glare he receives right as he's about to comment, Johnny wisely shuts up and simply kisses Simon on the nose as they exit the flat.

They walk hand-in-hand for a few blocks, no words coming to mind as they take in the cool weather and quiet within their own little bubble of space.

This bubble pops when they hear a woman yelling at someone to let her go, she didn't do anything wrong.

Simon's steps become rushed as they head towards the noise, Johnny following in his wake as they round the corner to see two police leering at a woman in front of a small cafe, one holding her right arm with one hand and a half-full cup of coffee in the other, puddle near his feet and splashes on the woman's shoes.

Without warning, Simon hands Johnny the backpack, grunts "Watch this," and goes over to the confrontation in quick strides, leaving his very confused partner behind.

On the way, he grabs a cup of coffee from another patron, who doesn't notice due to watching the confrontation behind their table.

Walking up to the trio, Simon gets out his phone and pretends to speak into it in a heavy American accent, one that would blend in with a fraternity party, voice higher pitched than he would normally speak in.

When he gets there, he bumps into the cop not holding the woman, spilling the hot coffee all over his neck and back, splashing a little onto the other cop during the "accident."

As he profusely apologizes and stutters his way through an attempt at an explanation, he puts his phone in his back pocket, spills more coffee on the other cop who had let go of the woman, pretends to try to wipe it off both of them only to spill more and hand the now empty cup to the woman.

As he tries to "wipe off" the first cop he spilled coffee on, he sticks his foot out to trip the other one as he takes a step forward to stop the havoc, ending in him going to "help" him up, only to accidentally "bump" both of their heads into a nearby stair railing leading to the raised coffee shop.

By this point he's put himself between the cops and the woman, hiding her with his height as he apologizes profusely and looks to be on the verge of tears, pouting as the cops call him a blundering fool and tell him to leave them alone "[they] don't need help."

As the cops leave, complaining about how the cafe didn't get their order right and then suddenly they're drenched in coffee, Johnny walks up to Simon in awe and the woman starts asking if he's ok after the bump on his head.

As she asks this, Johnny starts laughing incredulously. At the weird look he gets from her, he just gestures to Simon.

"He didn't get a drop of coffee on him, is all, I doubt he actually hit his head." This is supported by Simon grinning slightly and looking away with a nod.

At the dumbstruck look on the woman's face, Simon decides to get out of there as soon as possible, handing her money to replace the coffee he took from the other person, apologizes to that patron, and grabs Johnny's arm to drag him to the grocery store.

One quick shopping trip later, Johnny demands an explanation for what that was and gets told that stealth comes in all sorts of forms.

Gaz doesn't believe him when he recounts the story back on base 3 weeks later. Price just looks resigned.

Here you go @spottlessspectre

Hope you like it lmao.

[pygmi-cygni]

Deal With It

Nathan Bateman x reader, fluff no smut, bickering, Nathan being an ass but cute about it, cuddles

genderless reader, no description

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All day, you'd been pestering.

In the morning, after you'd dragged yourself out of bed a comfortable 2 hours after your alarm, you'd immediately gone to find him. Asking inane questions about the newest project, peeking over his shoulder at his newest website. He gruffly told you to fuck off, read the email I sent, but you preferred to listen to his voice.

After milking that opportunity dry, you lingered around his doorway or found excuses to enter his office. The first couple of times, he raised his eyebrows over the rims of his glasses, but now he merely sighed irritably.

You knew you were pissing him off, but you couldn't help it. Knowing that if you were lucky, he might give you a half-smile or a kiss on the cheek was enough for you to keep pushing for attention.

You caught the hint when he placed an extra desk in front of his door so you couldn't enter.

Instead, you wandered down the halls surrounding his office, laptop in hand. He caught glimpses of your quick pace out of the corner of his eye. He liked knowing where you were, always. Which wall you leaned against, how often you peeked through the glass to watch him work.

He understood your blind devotion. Few people get to witness a god at work, why wouldn't you take every opportunity?

Eventually you settled in the Pollock lounge. Bothering your favorite person had gotten tiring, and you'd become absorbed in your coding. It was soothing, poring over scads of green code and figuring out the puzzle, getting the little aha! rush of adrenaline when you cracked it. It was 'busy work', Nathan called it, easy for him, but too tedious to warrant his effort. So he shoved it all to you.

You didn't mind. Probably because your usefulness was the only thing stopping him from abandoning you in the woods.

Realizing you hadn't scampered past his windows in a while, Nathan's jaw ticked. He didn't like you poking and prodding him while he was in the zone, but he liked knowing you were there. You couldn't disappear that way.

He grunted and flicked through his camera feed, trying to find you in his maze of hallways and secret rooms. Rembrandt? nope. Bedrooms empty, kitchen empty...gym locked. Pollock...also no.

Had you gone outside?

Huffing, Nathan pushed away his tinkering and stalked out, shoving aside the desk he'd put up to block your efforts. He hated when you played these games. Why couldn't you pick an office and stay there, so he could watch you when he got bored? Pesky, pesky, pesky.

You were enjoying this. Of course you hadn't gone outside, it was raining like a bitch and you were dressed in a t-shirt. You'd curled behind the grey couch in the Pollock lounge, one of the few dead spots where the camera couldn't see. It was cozy; you'd pulled a decorative afghan around your shoulders and your music was playing gently. Still, it was fun to watch your genius get outmaneuvered by a camera placement.

Nathan was jogging in circles. This is stupid, just go back to work. He had hours of backlog to work through, a result of the last time you got under his skin. Can't say he didn't enjoy that, though.

But the game was starting to lose its fun. His eyebrows were pulled low and bushy over his glasses, his pace determined and strong. Where the fuck did you wander off to? You couldn't have left him cold turkey, he had way too much fun with you.

"Hey," he barked to the cold, fluorescent silence, "come on out now, it's not fucking funny."

Nothing.

Seething, Nathan scrubbed his hand over his scalp. Were you mad at him? Nah. Couldn't be. You weren't a snowflake, him rejecting your attention wouldn't drive you to isolation. He was too enigmatic, too intriguing for you to ignore.

Right?

Fuck, this was making him insecure.

"Fucking bullshit," he muttered, stomping back to his office. He wouldn't give you the satisfaction of giving in. He wasn't a lovesick pussy, he could go an afternoon without seeing you.

So he went back to his glass emporium and sat. And sat. His brain whirred, but your absence was heavy in his mind. Focus. But he'd had found a new thought to toy with; all the reasons you'd be ignoring him.

He was too mean. Did he yell at you? Maybe he'd forgotten to make you a snack in the fridge.

Hunching lower in his seat, Nathan glared at his reflection in the front window. Insecurity was for losers, idiots without the brainpower to thing about anything better. He was above this.

you were probably so mad at him.

He growled in annoyance and flung his coffee cup across the floor. It shattered, and he pursed his lips. That was one of the mugs you'd bought him.

Fuck.

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Still in your cozy cave, you'd begun to nod off. The repetitive clicking of your keys, soothing classical and the softest blanket ever was a lethal combination. a distant crash! made you stir, but you giggled quietly, imagining whatever tech Nathan got pissed at on the floor in a heap.

You closed your laptop and curled into your blanket. You'd crunched a good day's worth of code in an hour, you deserved a nap.

Apparently God Nathan had other plans.

Your slumber was rudely interrupted at a sharp tug, your drowsy mind spinning as you were hoisted into the air.

"Found you," a gravelly voice growled in your ear. You blinked, irritated that your nap had been stolen.

"Go 'way, I'm sleepin," you grumbled, pushing away his bushy face.

He held you tighter, forearms braced like a cage around you. You squirmed, feet tucked too tight under his biceps.

"Yeah? Does my attention bother you?" His sneer was audible. "Funny, you didn't have the same courtesy when I was actually trying to work-"

"I was working-"

"Shut up." He strode out of the lounge, your cheek bouncing gently on his shoulder. The way you were grasped to his chest was crushing your hands, and you fought to get away. He didn't budge.

"You want down? Is that it? Wanna break? Too fucking bad, you wanted attention, now deal with it." His grip did loosen a little, allowing you to comfortably nestle against him.

He meandered around the kitchen, grabbing another coffee mug and humming Beethoven while the espresso poured. Shifting you to his hip, he mindlessly rocked you as he waited. You nudged your nose into his sternum and he begrudgingly allowed you a sip, but not too much, because he needed to be in top performing condition.

Which, apparently included carrying you back to his office and sitting down for the next three hours, clutching you tight. You weren't complaining, you dozed right off.

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"Nathan."

"Hush."

You poked his cheek, wriggling away from where you'd been napping against his shoulder. He pulled you right back, smushing your cheek onto his rough beard.

"I need to piss, Nathan, lemme up."

He was quiet for a minute, and you were preparing to jab him in the groin, but he finally stood, still carrying you like a baby. The working out was paying off, evidently, because he showed now sign of weariness. You weren't the smallest person ever.

You rolled your eyes. "Nathan, I can walk myself to the bathroom, chrissakes-"

"Shut. It."

Dropping you in the restroom, he shut the door and waited outside, foot tapping impatiently. His chest was cold without you bundled up tight, and he told himself he didn't miss it. As soon as you peeked out of the stall, he swept you back into his arms and made his way back to his office.

"Nate-"

"Deal with it, baby."

[sunsorbit]

two more squares for the blanket! :) both of them (mostly) done with 100% pima cotton yarn by Lana Grossa, and a 3.5mm hook. more on patterns and yarn under the read more!

i have not mentioned this before, but all the patterns i have used so far for this blanket are 100% free on either ravelry or youtube!

square 1: this is Abagail by Diana Krenz. I skipped the last few rows for the square border and again added the splendid serendipity border, once i had a semi matching stitch count (technically i need 39 when i do the v-stitches, but i can also make do with 38, 40 or 41). i made this whole thing in a day, the petals are so easy to crochet!

yarn is Lana Grossa Cotonella, in color 003 for the inner part of the square, and color 002 for the outer border. I had both of these left over from the other squares i had done before and i thought they worked nicely together:) the inner little circle is a bit wonky because i didn’t cut the yarn so you can see the little chain i made to the next round, but it doesn’t really bother me.

square 2: Imagine by Polly Plum. I skipped one or two of the last few rounds for squaring up, and as with all the other squares, gave it that gorgeous shell bobble border!

The inner square is the same color as for square 1 (Lana Grossa Cotonella 003), just the other way around! the border was done with Drops Loves You 7 color 03 (cream) and color 08 (purple grey), and some left over Lana Grossa Cotonella color 009.

[magnetictapedatastorage]

The Taliban has banned solo travel for women and only allow them to go abroad with their husbands or a related male companion such as a brother, uncle or father, known as a mahram, a male escort. But even this was not enough. "Three girls who had a mahram were inside the plane," says Natkai. "But officials from the Vice and Virtue ministry took them off the plane." The rest of the students were too frightened to talk to the media. "When the Taliban officials saw our tickets and student visas, they said girls are not allowed to leave Afghanistan on student visas," she tells me, her voice breaking.

[cfstuff]

Fairy Wings Square by Polly Plum!

[milkweedman]

Have been thinking i wanna do a centerpiece on that scrap square blanket--something 15x15 inches (the squares being 5x5 inches, so this would take the space of a block of 3x3 squares) but im unsure of what would work here. Ive been casting off tightly on those squares and sewing thick seams and orienting them facing alternate ways, all in an attempt to mitigate stretching in the final blanket. I want it to be robust, not stretchy. And since the seams are a pretty integral part of that strength and the centerpiece wouldnt have one... im worried id end up with a big panel in the middle that stretches and sags.

My ideas thus far are:

1) a thick cabled centerpiece, since cables hold up well against stretching

2) a crocheted granny square, probably in sc or hdc (us terms) so as to be nice and robust and non stretchy

3) a fair isle centerpiece with very tight floats (would still stretch vertically though right ??)

4) 9 normal sized squares that are a mosiac or something (my only worries here are that it wont really stand out. And the nature of using scrap yarn is that i dont necessarily have the yarn for that kind of thing)

Anyway, we shall see.

[eameseames]

Been teaching myself crochet this year, did a hat and a lil granny square afghan and then challenged myself to Persian Tiles. Got the top half assembled and all the accessory blocks done save the bitty corner triangles! So only 7 big octagons to go! Halfway through weaving in ends on this assembled portion. Currently 67” wide, and then I’ll add at least another 6” with the border! It was meant to be made in DK, but I ain’t got money for expensive yarn, so I sized it up to worsted so I could buy the cheap acrylic yarn. Been a fun project so far!

[untitled5071]

Hi! here’s a oneshot request. I would love a fic of them going out on a cute date! They unfortunately didn’t get to do that in the movie and it makes me sad, they deserve a cute date 🩵🪡⚡️

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Sneaking into drive-in movies was almost laughably easy. 

Lisa snuck ahead to try to scope out the scene, delighted to find that there were very few cars to block their view, and even fewer people to spot them on the little hill just to the left of the field the screen was in. Cult films were hardly the kind that drew the Brookside crowd in, which is exactly what Lisa was banking on. With a self-satisfied smile, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted back into the woods where her undead boyfriend was waiting. 

She found him exactly where she left him, a picnic basket dangling from one hand and a folded blanket clasped in the other. He was wearing one of her dad’s sweaters; it hung slightly large on his thin frame, but the black and purple really brought out the dark circles around his eyes, and his regular pants. When she came into view, his sunken eyes locked onto her and his pale lips spread in a sickeningly fond smile, one that only widened when she took both of his hands and pulled him towards the spot they would be watching the movie from, spreading her eyes wide and presenting the site of their date with all the bravado a ringmaster would a circus. 

“Here we are! The best date sight in all of Brookside for people who can’t be seen in public because of their growing criminal record!”

The still-nameless creature surveyed the area approvingly, dropping his burdens at the spots Lisa pointed to. Together, they unfurled the large crocheted afghan that Lisa’s mother had made and placed it over the fallen leaves and slightly damp grass, Lisa bending down to smooth it out while the creature lugged over the picnic basket and laid it on top. The two of them crawled on top of the afghan and settled in the middle, sides pressed together while Lisa started to pull things out of the basket and the creature watched fondly. 

She laid out two cans of Pepsi Free, some Doritos, popcorn, some various Hostess snack cakes, peach rings, licorice, Milk Duds and any other slightly appealing movie food she could have possibly grabbed from the convenience store downtown. Along with them, she produced some napkins, a small portable radio, and a set of travel pillows. She spread the items out accordingly; the snacks and napkins in front of them within easy reach, the pillows behind them The radio she laid between them at their feet, and she fiddled with the dial until she landed on the station that was tuned into the movie while her lover started at the dancing cartoon food on the giant screen, entranced by the wonders of the future. 

“I always felt like they were trying to trap you, ya know? Cute singing popcorn and soda, telling everyone to go to one specific place in a dark field, seems like they’re either about to murder you or brainwash you into buying way more food than you could ever comfortably eat in the span of two-ish hours and then you;re stuck lugging it all home or throwing away enough popcorn to feed a small family.”

As he always did when she got going, the creature sat back and listened to her go, watching her lips moving a million miles a minute with a lovestruck grin on his, utterly lost in the speed and passion with which she spoke about things he hardly understood. It didn’t matter though; he would listen to her talk about whatever for as long as she wanted. 

Eventually, the few meager previews rolled past and eventually ended, and the main feature began. Lisa opened a can of Pepsi Free with a small crack and tore the bag of peach rings unevenly down the side, sliding a few onto her fingers as the creature opened his arm to her, and she snuggled into his side, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest (she was still so fascinated by the fact that he was breathing, regardless of how much air he actually required) as the Geffen Company logo faded out and the dramatic narrator began his spiel. 

The living and not-really-entirely living couple rested their heads against each other as the story of a meek flower shop worker and his unfortunate entanglement with a killer plant began to unfold, Lisa’s thoughts spilling out of her mouth as soon as they landed in her brain and the creature nodding along, expertly dividing his attention between his girlfriend and the film.

 He was a bit startled by the movie’s iconic puppet, gesturing frantically at the screen and then the woods around them, but Lisa just gently grabbed his hands to calm him before explaining that no, giant plants like that don’t exist, it was just a puppet, and then a five minute long rant about the benefits of practical effects versus the relatively new marvel of computer animation. He listened fondly, rubbing a hand up and down her arm and rubbing small circles into her flesh. 

When the main character’s conscience started to catch up with him and he went to confront his horticultural demons, Lisa shivered, and the creature noticed the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared on her skin. He tilted his head her way and grunted inquisitively, miming a shiver when she locked eyes with him. 

“Yeah, I’m a little chilly. It’s my fault for not watching the forecast for tonight, but I can’t manage to make it past the evening news report before I get too bummed out, you know? Especially since most of the local reports nowadays are about the ‘disappearances’ around town and I’m trying not to give myself away, right? I guess tulle was also a bad choice of sleeves but you have to admit this top looks amazing on me, right?”

The creature chuckled silently, nodding in agreement at her assessment of her outfit before holding up a finger, telling her to wait before leaning back, arranging the pillows behind them to his liking before laying down, beckoning Lisa with his stitched-on hand. She complied immediately, snuggling into his side while his arms wrapped around her, the movie almost entirely forgotten in front of them. 

They laid like that, Lisa’s head buried in her boyfriend’s neck while he played tenderly with her curls as the songs continued to play, and as a romantic ballad started up, Lisa shifted to lay her head on the creature’s chest, his hold adjusting accordingly so she never left the protective circle of his arms. She sighed, and at his answering warble, she tilted her head so she was looking up at him with wonderstruck eyes. 

“How can you be so warm?” 

Her undead lover looked at her adoringly before reaching over and booping her on the nose, making her scrunch it teasingly. 

“Me?”

The creature nodded, and Lisa exhaled softly, eyes soft and dreamy. Carefully, the creature leaned his head forward and gave her a gentle peck on the forehead, making her smile widen. When he went for the next one, she leaned up herself and met him in the middle, their lips connecting once, twice, three times as the movie’s soundtrack swelled behind them. They stayed that way, locked in each other's arms as the credits rolled and the headlights of the cars below flicked to life and departed. As the screen was turned off for the night, they laid together on their blanket and watched the stars, silent but content in their chosen company. 

They would have to do this again tomorrow night.