annommynous

Lost my mind a little and added (if my math is correct) 5,615 beads to Nim Teasdale's Odenwald pattern. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing!

The goal was “soothingly weighted but not uncomfortable to wear, even as someone with chronic pain.” It could have been a little heavier, so maybe I’ll make a shawl with larger beads another time, but I’m very pleased with this one. I used size 6/0 seed beads, applied as I go with a .6mm crochet hook.

Yarn-wise, used 2 cakes of YarnArt Flowers. I knitted the fully purple sections from both, then knitted all the way through the yellow-oranges with a single ball. When I hit the beginning of red-oranges, I used yarn from both cakes, alternating between them. (Not the entirety of both, I played it by ear to make sure I made it through the full rainbow.)

I do have edited charts with bead placements. I will only share them with Nim's permission.

I’m the best to ever do it

Nobody saw that (best if said loudly)

No one’s ever done it like me

I could be President/they should make me President

Behold, a mere fraction of my power!

The public wants to be me soooooo bad

I’m an expert in (thing you just failed at)

How could this have happened to god’s favorite princess?

Nothing ibuprofen and a glass of water cant fix

The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say

Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?

“you have something to say to me, (y/n)?”

“i have a lot to say to you, robby, i just don’t know if it’s worth it.”

“try me.”

“what the fuck is up with you today?” you ask harshly, taking another drag of your cigarette.

“in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a disaster—“

“this place is always a fucking disaster. the way you spoke to dana in there after what happened with emma? god, you’re a fucking dick sometimes.”

“we can have this conversation when we’re not on the clock—“

“can we?” you fume, throwing your cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. “because you’re going on your death quest tonight and you’re so eager to get out of here.”

“(y/n)—“

“just let me in!” you yell. “all day, you’ve been pushing me away. this shit with langdon, your lack of empathy for samira, don’t get me started on the emma situation. just let me into whatever’s going on inside your head and i can help you, you fucking idiot.”

robby falls silent. a moment passes between the two of you and he looks like he wants to say something, but he shakes his head before turning on his heel.

“go on,” you urge as he heads back into the ED. “walk away, robby. it’s what you do best.”

and then. My partner started it. And the SAME THING happened to him.