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>looking for a new pattern

>ask Google if the pattern is crochet or knit

>it doesn't understand

>pull out a diagram explaining what is crochet and what is knit

>it laughs and says "it's a good pattern sir"

>open pattern

>it's knit

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The Danger Zone (Part 18) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.9k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Angst; Family Drama; Deployments; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You try to adapt to life without Jake beside you anymore.

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Dear Jake,

You probably haven’t even reached the aircraft carrier yet. You might even still be on the ground in Miramar. But I couldn’t wait. I miss you. You’ve been gone for less than five hours, and I already miss you so much. I'm not saying that to try and make you feel bad, but because it's the only thing on my mind now.

Everyone offered to take me out today to try and distract me, but I declined. I think that I just want some time to myself. I honestly don't even want to get out of bed. Maybe I’ll do some cleaning. Or who knows? Maybe I’m an accomplished knitter who hasn’t discovered her talent yet. Or maybe I’ll bake again. I don’t know. 

Also, all of the tee shirts you left behind are now mine. Sorry, it’s just wife rules. You shouldn’t have married me and knocked me up if you didn’t want me to steal your stuff. 

I miss you. I love you. And so does our little girl. Come home safe, Lieutenant Commander. That’s an order. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I went back to work today. Everyone tried to talk to me about you and the wedding and everything, but I just wanted to be left alone. Also, my cravings are all over the place now. And half of the stuff seems to make me throw up these days. Luckily, I still have the gum and toothbrush in my desk. 

How’s everything? I assumed that you made it to the carrier by now. Or maybe you’re somewhere else entirely.

You know all of those spy movies over romanticize how sexy it is to be waiting at home for your husband to return home from some top secret mission.

It’s not sexy. It’s just annoying. 

Here’s a photo of me and my bump. Don’t mind the mess in the background, I’m rearranging the whole apartment. Call it nervous organizing. It'll be cleaned up. Eventually.

She’s been a shy ever since you left. I can still feel her moving around, but even she seems to have realized that you're gone. I think that she just misses you. And I can’t blame her because I miss you too. 

I love you, Jake. Come home safely.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake, 

I got the package that you bought for me. I hope that you know that if you were here, I would have given you a rerun of that time that we went to that desert concert. The one where you wouldn't remove your hands from my waist for a second. I hope that your big promotion doesn’t change how much you enjoyed it when I tied your hands up back in your truck. 

Our daughter’s been moving around like crazy today ever since I played your voice for her. She doesn’t seem to be willing to kick yet, but we’ll get there in time. 

I let Emma take me out today. We just took a walk around her neighborhood. Baby girl finally went to bed after that. But knowing her, she’ll wake up just in time for me to go to bed. 

Here’s our photo from today. Emma took it. I can’t believe I’m going to get even bigger. You owe me a deep tissue massage on my back when you get home. And I’ll hold you to it. 

We love you and miss you, Jake. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved in with Mav today. I thought I wanted to be alone, but I was wrong. Being alone with my thoughts just makes me sad and lonely and I don’t want our daughter to bake in that. She needs to inherit your smile and dimples, so I’m making a bigger effort to be happy. 

Penny took me to get my nails done today. I got a light pink for our daughter, but now everyone’s assuming that we’re having a girl. I haven’t confirmed it because we didn’t discuss it before you left but don’t be shocked when you come home to a lot of pink. 

I also started seriously researching some girl names. I never realized how many people I don’t like until I started trying to name our daughter. And you better speak up if any of the ones that I suggest are ones that have bad meanings to you.

I’m still digging through a whole bunch of lists but there’s such weird ones out there, Jake. And we cannot name our child something that would get us a look from her teachers. Or a stripper name.

I love you. Baby girl is behaving herself, but she misses you.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

To My Beautiful Wife,

I finally got a chance to check my email. We’re settled on the carrier now, but we’ve been doing a lot of drills and long briefings. I'm sorry that I haven't written earlier. Know that the two of you are always on my mind.

I’m glad you got your gift. I tried to record what I could think of for our baby girl. I don’t want her to miss anything. And I don’t want her keeping you up at night. Has she kicked yet? By my count, you’re hitting seven months in a day or two.

Thanks for sending me those photos. I put up one of the two of you from that photo shoot in my plane. Really brightens up the place. But it also reminds me of what I’m missing. Sometimes I have to take it down so I can focus.

I miss you. I miss our little girl. Every day, every hour, every second. 

Try to relax. I know that everyone’s probably told you that a thousand times by now, but I don’t want you feeling stressed about me. I’m fine and I'll be home as soon as I can. Please tell me that you didn’t lift anything heavy while you were moving into Mav’s house. Or maybe it's better if you don't tell me.

And you can tell everyone about her. I don’t mind. It’s not like we could keep it a secret for much longer anyways. But make sure to mention that I was right. 

And you have to tell me the worst names that you've seen on these lists. I left a list of baby names I liked in my nightstand. I'd research them when I couldn't sleep at night.

I love you and I love our daughter. I’ll try to be home soon.

Your Husband,

Jake

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I had my seven month appointment today. Baby girl is healthy and still measuring a little small. But her heartbeat is strong and I can tell that she’s going to be stubborn coming out. The doctor says that it’s only a matter of time before she starts kicking. 

I hope that the ocean isn’t too rough and you can see the stars. I remember when Mav and I spent a month in Hawaii when I was a teenager. We saw the most beautiful stars there. What if we picked a star name for our daughter? Not Stella, though. That was our dog's name growing up and I can't name my daughter after a dog.

I didn’t lift anything. Mav wouldn’t let me. And neither would Bradley. They’re watching me like hawks these days. And no, I didn’t mean that as a bird joke. Also, I can’t name our daughter after a bird. I’m trying to end the family streak of joke names. 

Mckeighleigh was the most ridiculous looking name I’ve seen so far. And we’re not naming our daughter Precious either. Or worse, Chastity. I don’t know how those nurses keep a straight face when they hear those names. 

And your recording telling her to go to bed has come in handy lately. Though I did warn her that we’ll be discussing the fact that she only seems to listen to you about that when she comes out. 

I love you so much Jake. You’ll be home soon, I know it. And we’ll be waiting for you when you do. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I can't fall asleep, so I’m writing to you instead. And no, it wasn’t our baby girl who kept me up. I’ve had the worst heartburn these days. And Tums don’t do shit. They say that means that our daughter will come out with a full head of hair. I say that I'd take a bald baby in exchange for better sleep.

My baby shower is in a few days. Next weekend. Emma and Phoenix said that it was going to be relatively small, and I hope that they stick to it. I’m not really in the mood to see a lot of people anymore.

I yelled at Bradley the other day for making an omelet with three eggs because he left an egg in the carton without a 'friend' because he left an egg alone in its row since there was an odd number of eggs. Apparently, I kept crying about it for a while, but in all honesty, I don’t really remember much of that conversation. I’m pretty sure that Bradley’s keeping his distance now. You probably would have enjoyed seeing his face. 

I asked for a little box at my baby shower to put name suggestions in. I’m running out of ideas. I keep worrying that we’re going to name her something stupid. 

Baby girl is growing bigger, and I can’t believe that I’m still going to get fatter. I’m struggling to grab things off of the floor now. Maverick got me one of those grabby things that old people use. You would probably find it hilarious.

I love you. I miss you. I’ll write to you tomorrow. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

“Thank you,” you told Emma as she handed you a lemonade. 

Emma and Penny took you out for the day to spend some time out of Mav’s house. You were growing increasingly less interested in leaving your 'nest,' as Bradley nicknamed it, and they were trying their best to get you motivated to go out and continue to live your life.

You had done some shopping for a dress to wear to your baby shower and now the three of you were getting a snack before you’d head over to the Hard Deck for the rest of the afternoon. You chatted for a moment before you sighed, slowly got to your feet, and grabbed your purse from your chair. 

“Bathroom?” Emma asked you.

“Where else?” you joked, walking off. 

A few minutes later, as you were washing your hands at the sink, you looked up when another woman stepped inside the bathroom. You offered her a friendly smile before her familiarity suddenly struck you. Quickly drying your hands, you reached for your bag and turned to leave. But the woman stood directly in your path.

She had stripes of gray cutting through what appeared to be deep auburn hair. She carried herself with a sense of purpose. And an expensive handbag. She reminded you of some of the women you used to see at the country club that you worked at in college. The type who turned a blind eye when their pig husbands made some demeaning comment to the women on staff and were never seen without some kind of drink in their perfectly manicured hands.  

“You know who I am?” Georgia Seresin asked softly.

You stared her down, gripping the strap of you bag tightly. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, and you could practically feel the rhythm in your ears. Taking a breath and releasing it, you tilted your chin up and narrowed your eyes at her.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded quietly, looking around the small public bathroom. No one else was in there except for the two of you. “Are you stalking me?”

“I came to California when my son didn’t respond to my letter.”

“I wonder why?” you wondered sarcastically.

“What did he tell you?”  

“Everything,” you stated firmly. “Which is why I would appreciate it if you stopped acting like it was just a coincidence that you ran into me here, hundreds of miles from your home, when Jake is conveniently deployed.” You paused for a moment before repeating through gritted teeth, “Why are you here?”

“To talk to you. About my son.”

“What about your son?”

“I know that your child isn’t here yet, but when they’re born, perhaps you can understand how much pain it could cause a mother to miss out on their child’s wedding or the process of them expecting their first child. From a mother to a mother—”

“—I’m going to stop you right there.”

You tried to keep your tears of anger in as you thought about Jake’s expression when he told you about his childhood. When you thought about the pain that you could hear in his tone, that you could feel radiating off of him.

“Because a woman who calls herself a mother would never do the things that you did. You stole him from a poor girl who loved him. You lied to her, promising that you would take care of him and love him. And then you turned around and fed him to the wolves." Nostrils flaring and angry tears threatening to fall, you added, "Did you ever even tell him that you loved him?"

“Of course, we did,” she admonished.

“Did you? Did you tell him that you were proud of him? That you loved him no matter what happened?” you snapped, trying to keep your voice even. “Every night my mom told me that she loved me and that she was proud of me. How many times did you tell Jake that, Georgia? How is a child supposed to just know that if you don’t tell them?” Shaking your head as you let out a shaky breath, you turned back to her. “And just so you know, there won’t be a day where Jake doesn’t tell our child that he loves them. Not one.”

Georgia adjusted her handbag on her shoulder and pursed her lips together. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being spoken to in this manner, but you didn’t give a shit about her feelings. 

“Did you come here to convince me to talk Jake into speaking to you again? To buy my baby from me? A combination of the two? Does your husband know that you’re here? Is he waiting outside?”

Georgia took another moment to compose herself from your questions. She glanced down at the rings on your finger before meeting your gaze again.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that Jake selected a woman as . . . outspoken as you,” Georgia stated, adjusting her handbag again. “No, my husband does not know that I’m here. And I’m not here to buy my grandchild. I’m here to try and get through to my son and I’ve realized that the best way to do that would be through you. The woman he married and is having a child of his own with.”

Your eyes flashed with annoyance at Georgia's words.

“I have no interest in having a relationship with you because Jake doesn’t have an interest in it.”

“There’s nothing I can do to persuade you to speak with him about me?” Georgia pressed, an edge of desperation in her tone. 

“No, there’s not.”

“You would deny your child a set of grandparents?”

“I will protect my child from people who hurt their father.”

Forcing yourself to take a breath, you stared down Georgia for a moment. She looked far more pathetic than you knew she was comfortable with. Apparently, she thought that she would just waltz in, and you would agree with her without any pushback.

But she couldn't have been more wrong.

“You know, when Jake told me about his upbringing, I honestly felt a bit of sympathy for you, Georgia. Maybe you were convinced that being a rich housewife to a pathetic little man was a better life than being loved by a poor man. And I’m sure that your husband hasn’t been kind to you over the years.” 

The rage flashed to the surface again as she turned away from you for a moment. 

“But how could you look another woman in the eye and convince her to hand over an innocent baby to a man that you knew would be a horrible father? That you knew would hurt that baby?”

After a moment, you walked past Georgia, who did not move to block your path this time. You opened the door and strode out of there and you didn't dare look back. Trying to gather yourself, you looked up to see Emma and Penny a few steps away from you. 

“Are you okay? We were getting worried," Emma questioned with clear concern.

“Fine. Let’s get going to the Hard Deck,” you stated, already turning towards the parking lot. 

“What happened?” Penny asked, studying your expression. You didn’t reply and just kept marching towards the parking lot until Penny rested a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to slow down. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

“Jake’s mom walked into the bathroom,” you explained quietly, looking over your shoulder. 

“What?"

“She knew where you were?” Penny asked urgently, looking around with a protective stare. Wrapping her arm around your shoulders, she encouraged you forward again. “Come on, let’s get going.”

~~~~~

Maverick’s face darkened after you finished with your explanation about what happened at the mall. Grabbing his phone, he got up from the table with a serious expression.

“I’m going to make a call,” he stated firmly. “They can’t stalk you and your child. I don’t care who the hell that they think they are in Texas. That’s not going to fly out here. That’s not going to continue.”

“Who are you calling?” you asked as Maverick walked off. 

“An old contact. I’ll be right back.”

Penny told you to just let Mav make the call as the remaining four of you remained seated at the table. You twisted your engagement ring around your finger nervously, sharing a look with Emma and Bradley, who sat across from you. 

“She didn’t try to hurt me—”

“—Doesn’t matter,” Bradley interjected quickly. “It’s creepy and it’s over the line and it’s going to stop. Now. Just let Mav make his call. He'll handle it.”

“I know,” you sighed, holding your head in your hands. “Jake is going to freak out when I tell him.”

“You’re going to tell him right away?”

“I can’t hide it from him. It might take me some time to find the words, but I have to tell him.”

Penny hugged you to her side and rubbed your back with her hand, giving you the maternal support that you really needed in that moment. You sighed and leaned against her, desperately wishing that Jake would be home soon.

“Everything will be alright. We’re going to figure this out.”

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I hope that everything is running smoothly where you are. And that you read this email sooner rather than later. 

Penny and Emma took me to the shops yesterday and when I was trying to leave the bathroom, I ran into your mother. She came up from Texas and she told me that she wanted to talk to me about you. Said something about using me to convince you to talk to her again. I told her that I wasn’t interested in that because you weren’t interested in that. She let me leave after that. 

I don’t want to stress you out or make you feel like you have to do anything when you’re so far away, but I wanted to be honest with you. Mav’s made a few calls and he seems to think that he has a solution. Don’t stress about us, just focus on your mission and coming home safely in one piece. 

We love you, Jake. And we’re safe, we’re fine. And we miss you. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~ 

Folding some fresh laundry in Maverick's house a few days later, you looked up when you heard your phone buzz. An unknown number was calling you and despite your hesitation, you answered it. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, Honey.”

“Jake?” you whispered out shakily, holding a hand to your mouth. Moving to sit, you tried to calm yourself down and not just simply sob. “How are you calling me?”

“I have my ways,” Jake replied teasingly. Growing more serious, he asked, “Are you alright?”

“We’re fine, Jake.” 

“I’m so sorry, Honey. She never should have been anywhere near the two of you.”

“We’re fine,” you repeated softly. “She didn’t threaten us. If anyone was threatening anyone, it was me.”

“That’s my wife,” Jake praised, causing you to smile bashfully. “But my father wasn’t there, right? It was just my mother?”

“Yeah. She said that he didn’t know that she was there, and I didn’t see him around.”

“Good. I’ll deal with them when I get home.”

“Okay.” After a moment you asked, “How much longer do you have?”

“Less than a minute. I’m sorry, Honey, I just needed to know that the two of you were okay. They thought that I was having some kind of stroke when I read your email and I managed to convince them to let me call you.”

“At least one good thing came out of the whole shitshow,” you sighed, resting a hand on your bump. “I love—”

You froze when you felt your daughter press her foot against your hand. Jake felt his heart leap into his throat when you cut yourself off and stop talking without a clear reason.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“She’s kicking,” you whispered softly.

“What?”

“Jake, she’s kicking. Our daughter is kicking!”

“She’s kicking?”

“Yes, she’s kicking,” you laughed, before your joy dimmed and tears pooled in your eyelids. Sniffling, you croaked out, “I love you so much, Jake. We love you so much.”

“I love you too. And I miss you so fucking much, Honey. And I’m so sorry that I’m not there.”

“Hangman, time’s up,” Jake heard from behind him, causing him to look over his shoulder. 

“I’ve got to go, Honey,” he replied, grinding his jaw to try and stave off the tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Bye, Jake.”

The line went dead, and you slowly placed your phone down. Holding your hand to your mouth, you finally let out your sobs. And about a thousand emotions that you'd tried keeping in ever since Jake was forced to leave you. 

Your daughter was finally kicking, but her father wasn’t here to feel her. And the thought only made you sob harder. 

Back on the carrier, Jake rubbed the tears that leaked from his eyes. 

He missed it. He fucking missed it. He missed his daughter kicking for the first time. He wasn’t there when his mother showed up out of nowhere and accosted you in a public bathroom. He wasn’t going to be there for your baby shower.

Jake had anticipated that deploying while you were heavily pregnant was going to be difficult. But he didn’t realize that it was going to be impossible, killing him slowly from the inside out. 

“Hangman?”

“I’m coming,” Jake called back, clearing his throat. “I’m coming.”

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RANDOM SFW & NSFW SLASHER HCS

WARNINGS: Nsfw, fluff, just some random shit man

SFW

Michael is a phenomenal knitter like he can knit a decent sized blanket in 12 hours or less.

Asa loves crossword puzzles.

Bo loves grandma candy and has a stash of it but refuses to admit it even if you find the stash.

Vincent has blackmailed Bo on multiple occasions.

Jesse got some cold ass hands and feet.

Thomas likes reading but doesn’t due it often because of Hoyt.

Patrick is surprisingly good at drawing.

Lester sleeps with a stuffed animal that Vincent made him when he was a kid.

Asa is constantly cold all year around no matter what the temperature is.

Otis once read the satanic bible for laughs.

Thomas is weirdly flexible.

Bo has a phobia of clowns.

Michael is warm during the fall and winter and is cold during the spring and summer.

Lester is very knowledgeable about bugs.

Jesse was a tattoo artist for 3 years as a fuck you to his parents.

Otis once tried on yoga pants and he loved them.

Patrick has the weirdest most cracked out dream ever.

NSFW

Otis can suck his own dick.

Jesse has a collection of homemade porn films.

Bo frequents glory holes.

Thomas wants to be taken advantage of.

Lester has licked porn magazines.

Michael frequently jerks off in public.

Asa loves taking sexy photos.

Vincent has fisted himself before.

Patrick has fantasized about being railed in-front of all his coworkers.

Michael has a thing for teeth.

Otis likes being passed around like a toy.

Lester likes having sex where he is completely naked and the other person is completely clothed.

Patrick likes to role play as a doting house wife.

Bo loves wearing panties.

Jesse has a huge ass sex dungeon.

Asa loves wearing collars and being marked.

Vincent loves drinking cum,

Thomas likes being breed then being plugged up and being forced to go on with his day like he’s not full of cum.

[enqmind]

 Picture this.

 You’re over at your friend’s place, the one who dragged you out of work for a shotgun wedding at the Registry Office with the Scot floozy you kinda liked and kinda hated.

 She wants you to help her new friend, John’s coworker’s new… Honestly? You weren’t sure. You couldn’t see a ring but she had a matching set of tattoos to his that looked concerningly fresh for a newly pregnant woman. Anyway, her pick out some knitting patterns for the baby.

 Being a, the solid mate you were and b, a compassionate soul who was happy to befriend Simon’s fragile looking new belle and provide her the emotional support that you were fairly sure he wasn’t capable of giving (you did get the impression that he did at least try, which was a mark in his favour) you agreed and lugged over your collection of books and patterns.

 One of them is a vintage book with knits for the whole family. You knitted a christening shawl for the McTavish bairn from it. (One that didn’t get used, but it was hard to be too mad. They had one from John’s family already.)

 “There’s one thing in here I’m not actually sure about,” you hum, flipping through the baby section.

 “Go on.”

 You flip back to the offending knit. A housecoat with copious amounts of looped trimming.

 You turned it to the other two, the front door opening and a couple of large bodies (and a wee ickle baby one) coming inside.

 “I can’t decide if I think it’s kinda sexy or very silly.”

 Your friend tilted her head in thought and your newer one scrunched up her nose.

 “I don’t know either.”

 “Yeah, I’m also a bit torn.”

 You turn it back.

 “I can’t tell if I think it might be sexy, or the model’s just sexy and it’s colouring my view.”

 “Oh, she’s definitely sexy,” the expectant mother said firmly.

 “Agreed. Oh, hi John!”

 Your friend’s bright smile at someone behind you made the body moving behind you something to ignore.

 Even the hand on your shoulder wasn’t a concern. (This was why you kinda hated him, to be honest. Very touchy feely.)

 Your comfort evaporated when bristles touched your cheek and an unfamiliar voice hit your ear.

 “Let me have a -”

 Your brain ran the fight/flight/freeze/fawn roulette and landed on option one.

 You moved shockingly fast, bringing the book up to the face over your shoulder as hard as your knitter’s arms could.

 There was a pained grunt and a crunching noise as the body behind yours staggered back.

 Now was the time you froze.

 As your friend stared in horror and your new friend’s breathing broke into a nervous laugh, heavy steps came through the house at speed.

 “Wha-" Simon's voice began harshly, before immediately breaking into confusion. "What?"

 You turned slowly to watch the towering Manc try to work out why the (not quite as) large man next to him was clutching his nose like he’d just been punched by Mike Tyson.

 John joined the confusion.

 “Captain, what happened to your face?”

 Oh god.

 You just assaulted your friends’ partners’ boss.

[popatochisssp]

if brick is dating a knitter then it stands to reason that king should date a tailor or seamstress, and that way he has less to worry about when it comes to getting clothes that fit him properly! 😤 two birds with one stone

For the love of god, someone dress this man in nice clothes that make him feel like the sexy deadly goth punk vampire he deserves to look like 👏😤

[newtonsheffield]

Molly, please tell me Anthony is in Granny Sharma's knitting club! Maybe Lavender Haze Anthony? He joins to try to get to know Granny Sharma better since the first impression he made wasn't great. Chai for Gramps and knitting for Granny.

Still waiting to hear more about Vampanthony in Mary's book club 😊

Okay but imagine, Lavender Haze Anthony unveiling himself to actually be a superb knitter and Kate's just sitting there like

"Why is this sexy?"

And Anthony waits until Granny Sharma turns away after complimenting his work and asking if he can show her the neat little way he cover embroiders his stitches before he punches the air excitedly.

"Your Granny is accepting me!"

Kate clicked her tongue, "Granny wants to learn your ways. Not quite the same."

"I am gaining ground!" Anthony hissed, turning back to the mittens he was knitting a little too smugly. As one of the ladies across the circle said-

"More hummus Anthony?"

"Oh Carol," Anthony sighed charmingly, "You're going to have me unbuttoning my trousers in no time."

Kate watched, biting back a laugh as his grandmother turned back towards her, "This is the one you like? The pervert?"

And at the look on Anthony's face: she stopped biting it back.

[olderthannetfic]

sometimes I feel a lot of claims about the "feminization" of characters, whether it be in top-bottom discourse or claims of fetishization or whinging about the fangirls making the big tough man too girly ignore that a lot of that also comes from just... how must gendered baggage comes with the things girls like and do that they may want to apply to their fictional character, and so gender or sexual intent is ascribed to mostly neutral acts of "I like the thing and I'm combining it with the other thing I like which is this male character."

Like for example, cross-dressing. Sure, some of it is fetish, but a lot of it is just... maid outfits are cute! They got a lot of ruffles and long skirts. Same with many types of dresses and skirts. When I look at that fanart of a guy in a dress, a lot of it doesn't register as fetish art or even drag--it's just the artist thinks those outfits are cute. Putting a female character in a suit would not cause the same claims of making her "masculine" or fetish content either, it's just things perceived as feminine are so gendered compared to more how masculinity is allowed to be a bit more neutral.

And of course the fave will get the majority of these "things I like combined with character I like" and the fave also happens to frequently be the bottom, but even shit like... drawing male characters in more sexually provocative poses seems to create discomfort with certain audiences because they associate those poses with femininity (and so you get claims of conforming to gender stereotypes in the vein of top-bottom discourse, and complaints of making the big tough guy "like a girl and being a girl is degrading in my eyes"), when it reality it's more female characters are more likely to be sexualized in many visual mediums and sometimes girls into men find those poses sexy too. Sometimes people just find things cool or sexy or fun, entirely separate from whatever gendered meaning assigned to it or even role-based kink, and they don't feel bothered at the thought of applying them to fictional characters without thinking about the gendered dimension either.

Basically I'm just saying that when it comes to complaints about male characters being shoved into a female role for whatever reason, I always side-eye it because it all comes back to the same gendered baggage that if you're like me, you don't really care about except when I'm playing around with gender more explicitly. Sometimes characters just happen to do or like or wear feminine things because the author likes those things too.

--

I was just reading an AU BTS fanfic that was all about one of them learning to crochet and then encountering snobby knitters on reddit. It cracked me up because wow can I not picture a local crafting circle that consists only of BTS, and the specific internet wanks aren't the ones I'd expect Koreans to be participating in, but it was so obviously Thing Author Likes + Thing Author Likes and no deeper than that.

[bleepbloops]

Color of the fucking sky:

https://at.tumblr.com/heyytalia/702207663927443457/4moucegisaj6

Color Theory is tough:

https://at.tumblr.com/flightfoot/alex51324-trickster-archangel-musicalhell/3941romflzl8

I got your flower 🌸:

https://www.google.com/amp/s/bemusedlybespectacled.tumblr.com/post/62201556615/eviesrealitychangesdaily/amp

Those are his hooves bitch:

https://at.tumblr.com/amongie/whitegirlsaintshit-st3fan00-why-wayne-got/f6th2janr7bl

Bitch, that's the Tubby Custard Machine:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/breathdeepseekpeace-heritageposts/w9xkkronr9f6

The original Moronsexual:

https://www.tumblr.com/laoness/720282688280494080/im-proud-to-identify-as-morosexual-im-attracted?source=share

An important message to Markiplier:

https://www.tumblr.com/were--ralph/720778378417946624/this-is-an-important-message-that-needs-to-get-out?source=share

Fictional Birthday is still a birthday:

https://www.tumblr.com/ace-bestos/720934181962727424/djsangor-that-one-queer-poc-cub2-gothdrool?source=share

Everyone forgets that Disneyland Peter Pan was technically a tumblr sexy man once :

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/of-castles-and-converses-blurringtheliness/vu02h368b49h

The Werewolf boyfriend tale, that got heavely censured by tumblr:

https://at.tumblr.com/were--ralph/deepestfriendgoophero-wereralph-maxxayz/s2fpellxv1ip

Onceler kissy kiss:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/skullkid-kitty-taking-a-dr-suess-character-and/sb74ua1veqg2

John Cock diaries:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/fishingboatproceeds-nsfw-nsfw-nsfw-nsfw-nsfw/f19qrraqc5wb

The origins of Moon Moon:

https://at.tumblr.com/kitchikishangout/my-name-is-frickin-moon-moon-id-be-the-most/24mq3g30s02r

Boneghazi:

https://at.tumblr.com/nopathfollowed/thecapslockbrony-pastel-prouvaire-psa-tumblr/8vq706ncmair

The simple origins of the mishapocalypse:

https://at.tumblr.com/lokisleathersuit/on-april-fools-day-we-should-all-change-our-icons/s0z1lqq58xic

An amazing example of the mishapocalypse:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/chinotimelord-my-photo-misha-manipulation/9u2noo12cfxd

Sixpence and her child slaves:

https://at.tumblr.com/striffy1/i-dont-care-how-rich-your-family-is-why-are-you/k2k3qkumxuad

Cole very special and very smart social experiment:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/coletureconcept-so-my-goal-for-this-website-was/pmg02jav6jx7

Ohana means fandoms from the 2000's + 2010's:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/ohana-means-family/uqr5o5y1ht25

Dashcon, the origins:

https://at.tumblr.com/emmagrant01/dashcon-dashcon-is-proud-to-announce-that-our/ctbvpmeywlj0

Someone urinated in the ballpit:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/wingdingle-shutthedirk-attention-to-all/hsx2cxeeydpr

Secound century warlord: https://www.tumblr.com/inthefallofasparrow/728121144552587264?source=share

Horse Plinko:

https://at.tumblr.com/fruitsoftheweb/real-time-collisions/tk7zvwswr1hy

Fake Tumblr Story Time, "I ship it too":

https://at.tumblr.com/say-no-to-superwholock/one-time-i-knew-a-girl-who-wrote-an-entire-paper/f43gqbft8esp

Fake Tumblr Story Time 2, "Lord name in vain": https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/leraggadyman-thetomboywithheadphones/6xtjzu0hn8i0

Supernatural Tuesdays:

https://at.tumblr.com/kalesrebellion/holylulusworld-deanwanddamons-destiel745/alkvfe3vyh4h

Omegaverse origins and how supernatural is obviously at the center of it all:

https://at.tumblr.com/fantasticwhovian/709624984718475264/n7mf3entb438

Scaring away Yahoo (spoiler: didn't really work):

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/cass-has-fallen-duranieholdbacktherain/uhge5ma08jzs

The Knitter:

https://at.tumblr.com/dc-the-knitter/fernacular-lumeina-nightmareloki/acp8f3qzdpeo

Doctor Mal. Mal Practice:

https://www.tumblr.com/miseria-fortes-viros/720689726356701184/the-names-practice-mal-practice-nice-to-meet-you?source=share

Aging is not natural you idiots:

https://at.tumblr.com/omegaverse/710966630085214208/54pmu7becwm5

Boy colors vs girl colors (Homestuck):

https://at.tumblr.com/gaydhdstiles/710629406125735936/09axeoksazyj

2022 in a nutshell:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/goncharoffs-pscentral-event-10-best-of-2022/j92b3scexs2n

Misha came out as straight, so proud:

https://at.tumblr.com/fandoms-and-things/682545644032983040/2kjtp51a2b8f

The end of Superwholock:

https://at.tumblr.com/say-no-to-superwholocks/phantomrose96-agriff11-phantomrose96/nih5qtkycma0

A summary of 2013 on tumblr:

https://at.tumblr.com/wild-huntress/poopmotion-walrus-in-the-tardis/3n9ubgy6uxke

Just...Hetalia in general:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/bempie-ayame-the-derp-magpiehearts/gfpctkdo762c

The lost butt saga:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/absurd-person-singular-whatthehells-yourname/xe1pufs3c521

The origins of Oppa Homeless Style:

https://at.tumblr.com/heritageposts/the-sad-truth-about-oppa-homeless-style/rrbm2g2xyb4p

The origins of eeby deeby: https://at.tumblr.com/adulthoodisokay/so-basically-i-was-going-to-make-a-post-explaining/65kd1yc9s34z

Just...Goncharov masterpost:

https://at.tumblr.com/nohriantomatoes/701641657523781632/8jn46zs53ipf

[eoinmcgonigal]

Thinking about Eoin and knitting, and there are three options unfolding:

Option 1: Eoin is passably good/okay at it. He can teach Paddy (who is either exceptional and finds it soothing, or so terrible that all the needles end up bent and none of the stitches are actually what they're supposed to be in spite of Eoin's guidance and Paddy's determination to get it right)

Option 2: Eoin is terrible at knitting. Paddy tries to show him. Eoin gives it two goes (and a third in private that goes so badly he'll never admit to the attempt) before accepting his fate and surrendering.

Option 3: Eoin is an exceptional knitter. Paddy wants lessons, even if he could knit already. There's next to nothing Eoin couldn't make, or figure out. Paddy finds this incredibly sexy.

[ghostalservice]

Tagged by the delightful @sweet-bazzle-bean and my beloved @petrichorca which is funny because three of these are going to be the same as hers 😅

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people.

Mi nombre es Jim. (wanna fly away (i don't know where my soul is), THEE Animorphs AU! This is a WIP with the previously-mentioned P and we are pouring our souls into it. The pre-chapter Animorphs-style monologues are mostly P's work and they're INCREDIBLE.)

They say that below the 40th parallel, there is no law. (Trade Your Winter for the Sun, A Polar Exploration AU written with @clairegregoryau! This is a Claire line and it FUCKS. The fic is much sillier and sweeter than you'd think from this line.)

Edward Teach retired from his long, storied career as a bandit and settled down two years ago. (The Ylp's Tale, a four-person medieval cryptid hunter collab with art that i'm buying to hang on my wall)

Stede, it turns out, loves human movies. (the seaweed is always greener (in somebody else's lake), a squssy one shot about fantasy and storytelling and really silly and sexy roleplay!)

Ed’s been dealing with paperwork shit all evening, the kind of thing he always puts off until he’s started getting pissed-off reminders. (devotin' full time to floatin', a series of squssy one-shots in collab with the absolutely legendary @zombee!)

The cabin’s quiet, after they decide their new status, but Stede’s joy is a tangible thing, filling the space golden and warm like the fireplace’s flickering light. (have your snake (and eat it too), a rare canon-era fic from me! A sexy continuation of The Restaurant Bit.)

“Soooo.... You’ve never been like, marriage serious with someone before, have you?” (you make me feel, a sequel to mighty real and a gift for Mems! A modern Pride AU where Ed is an influencer. Also known as the dildo trebuchet fic.)

It’s been four days since the former crew of the Revenge reappeared, and Ed’s hiding in his cabin. (Choose Your Own Adventure: Reunion!, my favorite project I've ever been part of! Absolutely brilliant work by many, MANY brilliant writers and artists.)

The first time Ed hears the Revenge perform, he thinks he’s losing his fucking mind. (man is a giddy thing, a Radio/Road Trip/Community Theatre AU! Featuring post-apocalyptic Shakespeare performances.)

The photography class is a requirement, and Mary isn’t thrilled about it. (rise up free and easy, an Ed/Mary modern AU and a present for @emi--rose!)

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG, and I'm tagging @zombee, @emi--rose, @chaotic-neutral-knitter. @knotwerk, @dracothelizard, @feliciadavin, @bizarrelittlemew, @xoxoemynn, @bomberqueen17, @outpastthemoat

[jingerbunny]

This applied brioche fisherman's ribbing on this cardigan is super sexy stuff, but oh my god does it take forever. This is nearly 10 hours of progress, and I am definitely not a slow knitter.

2 rows of brioche per row from the sweater makes for the squishiest stretchiest softest border, but this is taxing my sanity now.

[fyeahsterek72]

I posted 847 times in 2022

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I tagged 45 of my posts in 2022

#sterek - 23 posts

#stiles stilinski - 12 posts

#derek hale - 11 posts

#teen wolf - 9 posts

#chaos event - 4 posts

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#5

Food for thought

35 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#4

Chapter 33 of The Great Bi Awakening is up

After the Bite.

In which: Stiles wants to claim Derek. Derek melts. He's also very horny. Peter shows up at the loft. He and Stiles scheme.

41 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

#3

THE CURE

Published today as part of @sterekreversechallenges 2022 Reverse Bang

Read it here

Based on Art and a prompt by @d0gbite (CreationMyth on AO3) with additional moodboards and playlist by @d0gbite in the fic

Fic by @fyeahsterek72 (HisBeloved on AO3)

Summary:

When it began, it was subtle. Dreams within dreams that felt real, his awake moments less real than the time spent asleep. Dreams where he was with Lydia - sleeping, sitting at lunch, driving somewhere vitally important.

Why was he with Lydia? Were they together? When and how did it happen? When he asked himself these questions, the answers simply came and that felt like enough, even if the answers were nonsensical.

After a while, he didn’t feel the need to question the why anymore.

This is a pre-slash, canon divergent story that looks at Stiles' possession by the Nogitsune from his point of view with a moment before the confrontation at the loft in which Derek agrees to host the Nogitsune in exchange for Stiles' life.

Rated Explicit for Graphic Depictions of Violence and Major Character Death. This one has All The Angst.

41 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#2

The Curse of the Love Sweater

Coming July 23

Written by: HisBeloved (fyeahsterek72/droppedstitches72

With Art by: delete-risks

Rating: E (56K, human au, yarn store au, knitting au, YouTuber Stiles, knitwear designer Derek, so much fluff, explicit sexual content, prepare to get diabetes it’s so sweet)

Excerpt:

“Welcome to Lucky Ewe! On Lucky Ewe, my best friends Scott and Erica and I talk about yarn, knitting, crochet, and all other things yarnie!  Lucky Ewe is a community yarn shop in Beacon Hills, California and we like to think of ourselves as the neighborhood hangout for the crafty types.  We do online orders, too; you can find our web address below and in the show notes!” 

“I'm Stiles, this is my best friend in the entire world, stepbrother, and co-owner, Scott McCall - Scottie, I’m so happy you could join us today!  Scott’s a veterinarian, too, so he doesn’t have all the time in the world, and we’re so happy when he can join us!  And to my left is my sister-from-another-mister Erica Reyes, fellow shopkeeper, fellow knitter, Super Friend!”

...

Taking a deep breath, Stiles turned to Scott and said, “So, what did you do this weekend Scott?"

For just a moment, Scott looked like he’d been caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to do. “Um, yeah, Ali and I went out again.  She’s amazing.  And I met her dad, who is terrifying, and his husband, who sort of looked like he wanted to eat me?”

“Well, you are sexy in a lifetime friends sort of way,” Stiles commented, Erica nodding her head in agreement.  “So why the look that you’d been caught?  We love Ali!  She’s been coming here for years; it’s about time you two started dating.”

Looking at the camera, Erica said, “They’ve been mooning disgustingly over each other forever.”

“Like you’re not naming our sale codes after Boyd,” Scott countered, smiling with affection.

“Don’t avoid the question, Scottie.  You know I’ll drag it out of you eventually,” Stiles said.

“Well, the easiest way to meet both her dad and stepdad was - well, see, Peter, her stepdad ..”

“Peter Hale, folks, famous vintner behind Wolf’s Head Wines and SUUUUPER loaded,” Stiles supplied.

“Yeah, him.  He hangs out at his nephew’s store a lot.” Scott replied, looking at his hands, which he was wringing underneath the table.

“His nephew being Derek Hale?  The same Derek Hale who runs The Hale Yarn Company?” Erica challenged, looking aghast.

“It’s not like you haven’t been there a hundred times, what with Boyd working there,” Scott argued back.

“Yes, but you said, and I quote, ‘I will never step foot in The Hale Yarn Company,’ and then Stiles said that was ridiculous, that you could go wherever you wanted, and then you said that Claudia had a good reason for not liking them even though no one knows what that reason was and also that it was in Cottonwood Valley and Cottonwood Valley makes you feel like you should buy a better car and they only have Whole Foods for groceries which is way too expensive and no good fast food...”

“Which, folks, means that they don’t have Panda Express,” Stiles interrupted.

“Panda Express is the bomb,” Scott mused with a smile.

“It’s all about the orange chicken,” Stiles contributed.

Coming Soon to the @twsterekbigbang!

163 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For my birthday in September an anonymous gifter bought me a commission from @seanchaidh7!  Here it is! (I couldn’t be more thrilled with it - look at how beautiful they are!  Look at the lighting in the hall!  Look at their beautiful expressions! Ashley is AMAZING in every way!!)

This art is based on Chapter 15 of my ongoing Sterek COVID roommates fic, The Great Bi Awakening:

And Derek was now fully facing Stiles and they'd stepped closer to each other.

"Yeah?" breathed Stiles as Derek looked at his lips again and then looked Stiles in the eyes.

Derek nodded.

Stiles - he just couldn't think.  Because Derek Hale was beautiful.  The most beautiful person to have ever been created.  And Derek Hale opened up to him and would rip his soul out for Stiles if he thought that was what it took to help Stiles.  And Stiles would do the same in a second.   Immediately.

And that's when Stiles realized it, fully and completely and without a doubt.  That's when he knew that this is what it feels like - this, here, with Derek - this is what it feels like to love someone.  Wholly and completely and without reservation. The opening up and the vulnerability and the trust and the safety, it was love.  And having a past with a person, and being best friends with them.  And picking out their furniture and them holding you when you cry and then wiping  the snot off of your face in the still of the night.   This was love.

He was in love with Derek Hale.  And he was pretty damn sure that Derek Hale was in love with him.

His lips were so close, and when Stiles looked up, Derek was staring in his eyes.  He looked so impassioned and open and  ready .  Like he wanted to move in closer but he just couldn't move those last few inches.

So Stiles did it for him.

611 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

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[pebblethief]

top five books u want to read but havent yet, and top five tips for beginner knitter/crafter type people!

aaaa. ok

i have 1.5 books left of the Realm of the Elderling series. and i am SO looking forward to the last one as much as i am sure it is going to D E S T R O Y me holy shit. cannot emphasise how much i know it is going to ruin me. i know 2 death spoilers (both of which aren't surprising. cant follow a whole life without...following a whole life. and the other one is Old lol) but i dont know specifics and im fully going to be a sobbing mess when i get there and i cannot wait

legends and lattes is...12th on my TBR but im rly looking forward to it! constantly seeing it at the top of cosy fantasy recommendations and there is a lady orc on the cover, im gonna love it

really looking forward to when i get around to the 3rd Bone Ships book! its a very cool series about giant sea beasts and ships made of bone and just. exceptional wordbuilding. loved the first 2 books a lot. bumping this up my tbr as i type this

have decided 2023 is the year i will get around to starting Wheel of Time. it's one of the Big Fantasy series i havent touched yet and i wanna (i think the only others are Dark Tower which im ehhh about starting and Mazlan which i think i will love if i go into at the right time, and hate if it is the wrong time lol)

hmmmm. god there are so many books im excited to read, this is difficult. i have 3 full amazon wishlists of books lol. just gonna put the next fantasy book Jen Williams puts out. i love her and i love how....maximalist her fantasy worlds are. she doesnt just go "ok this is a world with dragons" she goes "ok this place has mushroom forests and a giant tree that births mythological beasts and sexy vampire elves and life magic and WEIRD BUG ALIEN INVADERS and lesbians and gruff axe weilding gay men and so much more" (go read the winnowing flame series, people!!!!!!!!!!!!) and i will buy her next book without a milisecond of hesitation

ok. *breathes* im ok. promise.

CRAFTING.

[every craft] everyone tells you to start with something simple. fuck that. start with something COOL. you will be 10000% more motivated to work on something if its gonna look rad. garter stitch scarf is gonna be boring even if it is simple. i believe in u, u can google and learn and make that weird project

[knit/crochet] skip the cheapo acrylic yarn if you can. it is cheap but yr gonna stick a WHOLE BUNCH of hours into this, i promise it will be more fun if it feels NICE while yr doing it!! there are some really pleasant feeling yarns that aren't much more expensive, and it will just be a much nicer experience.

[every craft] ignore everyone telling you you need a billion accessories. most of them are completely unnecessary. you dont need the fanciest needles or fancy stitch markers or expensive whatevers. dont sink a bunch of money into something yr just trying out

[all] try out different methods!! i spent ages trying to learn continental knitting when i was starting, bc people said it was Better but. i tried and i didnt enjoy it. but i know more for trying it!

[all] if it works, it works. if u are making fabric and you like it, s'all good!! maybe yr doing it in a weird way but if it is comfy for you fuck what the internet says. things Do Not need to be perfect!!!!!!

[knitting] bonus one: google twisted stitches. this is a common mistake and itll fuck you over if you get used to making them when youre not meant to lmao

thank u for letting me ramble about 2 of my favourite topics lol. and if u want some fun beginner friendly knit projects lmk 💚

[the1975attheirverybest]

Fortysomething fan here again.

I think it’s suuuuuper interesting how “art” gets defined and who gets to define it/decide who is or isn’t an artist. Remember that the novel was looked down upon because it was written by/for women. Rap and hip hop weren’t viewed as “real” music/art by many critics initially for very obviously racist reasons. I’m for a more expansive definition of art personally—let art be in the eye of the artist! Or the writer/singer/actor/knitter/chef/designer/whatever. Less snobbery and more appreciation of talent, dedication, creativity, etc, please.

And for the love of god, please, we are all more than our jobs/careers!!!How narrow-minded and frankly self-limiting to think someone’s intellect or ideas or abilities or personality are summed up entirely but what they do to try to earn a living. I know our society screams at people that they must have a “worthy” (i.e. prestigious, cool, lucrative, etc.) job to be a worthy human but (a) we actually need people to do some pretty non-sexy jobs to function as a society, (b) many people find those paths quite fulfilling, (c) your worth (and everyone else’s) is inherent simply for being a human, and (d) once more for the people in the back—you (and all the rest of us) are more than a job!

That’s so true and also perhaps a young persons pov? Like this idea that what you do for a living is going to define the most important things about you. I will say, I understand that’s not entirely self-inflicted. I think the younger you are, the harder it is, with the economy being what it is, globally, to have a well-rounded life outside of work or to have the kind of job that you do, simply to pay the bills, and then live a bigger/ fuller life. Especially not in the US.

But I don’t think any of this applies here since matty and Gabbriette are both extremely wealthy and could actually do whatever they want hahaha. It’s also healthy to at least try to have some other source of meaning outside of work, regardless of how much money you make etc.

A lot of this surgeon, it seems, is just people projecting their own desires or feelings onto matty and Gabbriette so I guess that makes the reaction more understandable. It’s still weird and not okay but I think maybe I get why it’s happening now?

[asphinxofblackquartz]

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