#dasmondschaf

[knittingkonrad]

Dressing for a special night at theater! #knittersofinstagram #westknits #westknitsmkal2017 #dasmondschaf #theater #theateraugsburg #schauspiel #1968 #menwhoknit (hier: Augsburg, Germany)

[knittingkonrad]

SPOILER ALERT! Some Pics of my finished @westknits Speckle&Pop Mystery Shawl Yarn from @dasmondschaf #speckleandpopmkal #westknitsmkal2017 #knittersofinstagram #westknits #dasmondschaf

[knittingkonrad]

BO of my Speckle&Pop Mystery Shawl 2017 by @westknits done! 💜 #speckleandpopmkal #westknitsmkal2017 #knittersofinstagram #westknits #dasmondschaf

[knittingkonrad]

SPOILER ALERT! Finished the last row of clue3 of @westknits Speckle&Pop Mystery Shawl KAL 2017. I‘m very pleased how the colours look together. Yarn from @dasmondschaf #speckleandpopmkal #westknitsmkal2017 #knittersofinstagram #westknits #dasmondschaf

[knittingkonrad]

Used up all 62 stitch markers! Off to the theater now. #westknitsmkal2017 #speckleandpopmkal #dasmondschaf #knittersofinstagram #augsburg #theater #paradiesfluten

[knittikus]

Ich hoffe, die Tasche ist voll davon... ☝️😑 #knittikus #knittersofinstagram #stricken #strickendemänner #strickenmachtglücklich #knittinggay #knitting #dasmondschaf #mondschaf #vollzeitprinzessin #vollzeitprinz (hier: Batzenhäusle, Baden-Wurttemberg, Germany)

[coloredink]

how it all started

dasmondschaf: dude wtf is this nightmare hart thing it's like something out of silent hill

coloredink: well to be fair will's entire life since meeting hannibal has basically been silent hill

dasmondschaf: damn you're right

dasmondschaf: here welcome to this town populated by all the monsters of your subconscious

dasmondschaf: in order to live you must forgive the devil

[coloredink]

HIGH SCHOOL MARCHING BAND AU.

i don’t think they even have marching bands in the UK but whatever this is a US AU i guess

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“Clarinet or saxophone?”

“Sorry?”  John looked up.

“No tan from the neckstrap,” the other boy observed.  “Perhaps you don’t use one, but you don’t strike me as the macho type.  Clarinet, then.”

He handed back John’s phone; his had supposedly been out of battery, but now John wondered if it hadn’t been some weird excuse to strike up a conversation.  John didn’t recognize him, so he was probably a freshman.  “Right,” he said.  “Sorry, how did you know that?”

The other boy tossed his hair out of his face.  “Tan lines.  You have the particular tan lines on your hand from long hours spent practicing drill in the sun, and a callus on your right thumb from the thumbrest.  They’re similar enough to the tan and callus one gets from playing the saxophone, but there’s no tan from using a neckstrap, and while a few players opt to go without, you don’t strike me as the type.”

John’s jaw dropped.  “That’s…brilliant.”

“Really?”  The boy smiled.  It made him look younger and more diffident.  “That’s not what people usually say.”