#handmade is best

[viatafrumoasa-lifebeautiful]

Sometimes you find a pattern that just makes you happy. While I did discover some errata in the pattern (too late to change, thanks to a Christmas deadline!), I still think it turned out pretty good! In this photo there are still 1.25 rounds left to crochet. Then the blanket needed blocking, as is the case with most large projects. I'd honestly recommend the Pandemic CAL, even with the errata. It's not much, simply a wrong number of stitches in, I believe, the first round after the third loop single crochet section.

When you look it up, the original pattern is shown using two different colorways of yarn, one a Mandala cake, one a solid black. This blanket was made using 4 skeins of Red Heart Ombre in washed jeans. (the recipient needs it to be easily laundered. Elsewise I'd have been tempted to go with some awesome wools from KnitPicks.)

[aurorepeuffier]

I was wondering if people on tumblr preferred gifs to videos. Many people told me that the sound was missing (and because I'm proud of my owl dubbing). I repost the video version here

[ecoamerica]

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[gyudons]

friends supporting friends (screen actors guild awards, golden globes, oscars)

[hyydraworks]

Making birthday mugs for friends and getting to test out some Baldur’s Gate 3 art?! Because that game is taking up nearly all of my brain space at present 😅

Scratch is bestest boi.

[torhues]

suna rintarou.

suna is waiting.

he has been for a while know— sprawled on your couch with one hand gripping the bowl of potato chips while the other was busy pressing buttons on the remote as he browsed through movies to watch for the night. he has been doing that for thirty minutes now, waiting for you to join and assist him in his little hunt.

"beer or coke?" your voice emerges over the silence, a sigh falls of his lips as your fingers dance on the refrigerator's door, along the tunes of the song you're humming, awaiting a response from him.

"you," a pause, suna whips his head in your direction, and then; "i mean, the just come here. we can get drinks later,"

'beer it is,' he hears you state with a heavy breath, and he shifts to his right the moment you sit next to him, placing the four cans of alcohol on the table in front of your couch. another look at you, you're wearing just a t-shirt— his t-shirt that he forgot to bring home the last time he was over at your apartment. suna knows he isn't getting it back.

but, his eyes travel back to you— your face— you press your lips into a thin line while scrolling through a hundred different shows. suna didn't even realise when you took the remote from his hand. you start humming the same melody once again, he remembers the song, it's the first one on the playlist he made for you two days ago. he's so busy thinking about your presence, suna doesn't realise when you get inside his blanket, or when you had shifted a little closer, when his hand landed right next to your leg, almost brushing against your thigh— suna doesn't realise when his heart started racing.

"you're staring," suna doesn't realise he has been staring at you. "rin,"

his eyes instantly revert back to the tv screen the second his name falls off your lips. it's uncharacteristic of him to be this quite, to not reply, to be this nervous around you— it doesn't make sense to him, but neither do you.

he steals a glance, registering the image of smiling in his mind. a second passes, then another, and then he's back to staring at you. suna doesn't realise when his lips had curled into a smile at the sight of you looking so intently at the television. you take a sip from the can and he almost chuckles at the expression you made when the cold liquid hit your throat. suna doesn't realise when he started thinking of his best friend in this light.

"you're staring again," suna doesn't realise when you stopped paying attention to the movie. "i must be looking so damn pretty right now for you to look at me like this,"

it's a joke, he knows that. "you always do,"

he replies, your heart skips a beat.

the sound of the movie fades into the background as if he's in his own cinematic world. suna doesn't realise when the smile on your face disappeared, or when you had stopped looking at the tv. his hands are sweaty, but he doesn't realise when they slid next to yours— a little bit intertwined, the warmth of your hand against his like magic spinning in the air. he doesn't realise when his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, until he takes them back up.

suna doesn't realise for how long he has been staring at you, for all he knows is that you're looking back into his eyes with the same anticipation.

suna has been waiting, but he realises he can't anymore.

[tj-crochets]

One shoulder of the rainbow jacket is done! The left side of the first photo is the collar of the jacket

[ecoamerica]

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[fidgetkingdom]

Someone told me that fidget toys would never succeed long-term. I guess it kinda makes sense that the target audience for fidget spinners lost interest in them so quickly... as these 3D wire mandalas shared the same fate back in the early 90's.

❗️Giving Away this Fidget Bloom to one random commenter/reblogger! Winner chosen on Sunday! PS: What should I name this funky pink colour? Suggestions welcomed!

However, this is different now cuz it can do more than just fidgeting. My handmade fidget blooms are great for wearing as a bracelet, hair bun cage, fairy trap, ornamental piece, desk toy, and more. Multi-functional for everyday use.

New silver styles are available on my shop thanks to endless requests for silver! Just search Meraki Sphere on Etsy, or visit this link:

[sun-in-hoodie]

Wendy is finally here! She's sunshine, just sad.

A wonderful family, isn't it? And I want to know who I should make next

P. S. A small bonus. Made especially for my girlfriend.

[mrm-pachypoda]

K and Evan, based on this post

@ralofofriverwoods @say-hi-intrepid-heroes thought y’all’d be interested i dunno

(Hoping that the image quality doesn’t get butchered by tumblr)

[tastymarbar]

You uh... got something you wanna share with the rest of the class there Kenji or-?

[mia-ami]

I'm knitting a scarf for the grandma of my bf and ahhhh the pattern started to look like little hearts 🥹

I hope she will like it

[alunimoon]

Ceramic rabbit moon jar 🐇🌷

[hyydraworks]

Little Mothra dishes, absolutely going to be in the next Etsy update.

[chiqadee]

she got sunburnt :(

more practice for backgrounds & chibis art by: chiqadee

[torhues]

suna rintaro.

w : suggestive, probably some mistakes idk

something about suna makes you nervous.

you can't point what it is, but something about him has you lost amidst a hundred different thoughts. it could be because of his eyes, the way they seem ever so uninterested and yet, seem to capture every single detail. maybe, it's the way he speaks, his voice, the tone, the faint smirk that always resides on his face for no apparent reason except adding more to his facial features. or perhaps, it's in the way his hands settle on your waist.

you don't know how you ended up on his lap.

the last thing you remember is coming out of shower and, his amused grimace when he saw you in the t-shirt he gifted you on your birthday. suna looked more surprised watching you wear the minimalistic piece of clothing instead of the subtle realisation of the fact that this is the first time you're wearing it in seven months. he tells you how well it suits you and how nicely you pull it off, says it would look even better if you pair it with wide bottom jeans. he offers to help you dry your hair, which isn't odd at all since you both have been used to drying each other's hair, sharing clothes— which is mostly on your side— letting the other person stay over. it's a blessing to have a friend who's willing to share everything.

suna thinks you look pretty. you smell like citrus and rosemary, it's as if you glow even more under the dim yellow lights of his living room. but you look pretty all the time— in suna's mind, there isn't a moment when he didn't associate your image with all the adjectives one could use to compliment someone. though all that aside, suna thinks your shirt looks prettier. it fits you so well, just ever so perfectly; it looks so pretty that suna now wants to take it off.

and you end up on his lap, you don't know how you got here. you can't seem to remember it. the hair drier is lying astray on the couch, the towels on the floor, a faint sound of his phone ringing up breaks through the decorum and his hands tighten around your waist to have your attention back to him. for a second, you consider getting away, for he's your friend, best friend, someone you've shared the most intricate and important moments of your life with, maybe it's the fear of losing something that's keeping you on your tip-toes, but all those thoughts evaporate out of your mind the moment his fingertips brush against the bare skin under your t-shirt.

your hands are around his neck, his lips are barely inches away from yours, your eyes refuse to leave contact with his; your breath hitches, suna makes you nervous. his hands travel further up your skin, leaving transparent patters all along, and it's as if his actions solely managed to get a control of your conscience, because you lean in closer to him, cupping his cheeks before brushing your thumb against his lips.

it seems as if suna has won again.

he pulls you closer as if you weren't already close enough, as if the two of you weren't impossibly close to be any more closer, but he manages to make it happen. while his one hand continues to rest on your back, the other one ghosts up your waist and lands on your thigh, immediately prompting you to exhale deeply. it's not your first time being in such close proximity with someone, but something about suna makes it feel exactly like the very first time you fell for someone. something about him is so intriguing that it makes you drop all your worries about what your actions may lead to, compelling you to give into your desires.

something in the way he looks at you is so ravishing that your hands grab the ends of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before it's discarded in some corner of your room like any other piece of unnecessary stuff lying around. you look at suna, your breathe gets caught up in your lungs.

you don't think he can get any prettier.

your fingers skim against his collarbones like feathers, suna closes his eyes in satisfaction. you didn't know he had such beautiful layers of expressions under the nonchalant grimace that always masks his face. the nervousness wrapped around your fingers starts to dissolve, his grips against your thigh, you lean into his touch, and suna has been trying his best to not kiss you breathless, but he can't control anymore.

he tilts his head towards you, eyes on your lips. it freezes you in your stance. you gulp, leaning in closer, there's hesitation dripping through the cracks on your skin and it seeps under his skin. you lean in further, letting his warm breath fan against your lips. a second passes, you wait for him to take a lead, but you know something's up.

"rin," you whisper against his lips.

and suna backs out. "let's do this when you're ready,"

[phillytheclown]

Princess Kenny 🧡🧡

I'm so proud of this she turned out so beautiful