and her dress.. there are no words

Stood Up (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas notices a beautiful girl sat by herself and realizes she’s been stood up. To stop her being embarrassed, he goes over and pretends to be her date.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warning: Fluff, angst if you squint, sadness, being stood up, Cas being adorable and awkward, Dean being annoying

Word count:1,110

Prompt: “Is ketchup a vegetable?” 

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

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anonymous asked:

ok i have to request this: Rebecca and Riza in your guardian au?

“Oh my god,” Rebecca breathed as she took a step back from her work and steepled her fingers. “You look so beautiful.”

A look of confusion crossed Riza’s face and she immediately looked down at the gown Rebecca had picked out, mechanically tangling her fingers around the chain of the necklace Rebecca clasped around her neck just moments before without saying a word in response.

It was then that Rebecca realized she had never received a compliment of that caliber, much less had the emotional capacity or wherewithal to appropriately respond.

Kiss, interrupted: part 3

Here’s the next part.

Part one

Part two

“Of course, Sister. Now pray excuse me,” she said and fled to the quietness of her room.

Sister Bernadette closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She felt dog-tired, but knew that she could not sleep. Her head was in turmoil.

You will have to ask yourself what the habit you wear really means to you. Sister Julienne’s words kept going round and round in her head. Sister Bernadette fingered the navy fabric. There had been a time she had felt blessed to wear it. It hid her body from the world, providing a sense of security and comfort that had been unknown to her before. Now, it felt restricting. She removed the cross from her breast, then her wimple. The heavy fabric of her habit followed; she folded it neatly and placed it on the chair next to her bed. Dressed only in her slip she knelt in front of the cross on her wall, folded her hands and prayed.

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okay okay but hear me out

3 words: space squad sleepover

  • the team when bored, sneaks into allura’s room
  • its not like they have anything else to do and it helps bonding™
  • and of course a sleepover wouldn’t be complete without c o s t u m e s
    • lance is wearing one of allura’s dresses, with powder all over his hair to make it white and of course using her ear rings and her fucking tiara because why the fuck not. lance [dramatically swaying the skirt of the dress]: kneel before me, peasants. pidge: holy quiznack, you could totally pass as allura’s brother. hunk: wow, lance, you actually look like royalty. keith: he has always been, you know, a real pain in the ass. lance: off with the mullet!
    • keith is wearing tied up bed sheets as a toga for armor, with smudged blotches of purple paint all over his face and bright yellow aviators they found between their earth belongings, and for the final touch one of allura’s bras over his head to simulate galra ears. lance [cupping the bra with his hands]: so close but so far away. pidge [frowning]: you have issues. lance [smirking]: hey, keith, think fast! keith [ducking]: lance! what the hell? lance, pidge and hunk [covering their mouths]:keith [blushing]: its in my head, isnt it?
    • hunk is wearing his jacket backwards as armor, with pillows under his shirt to simulate muscles, and one of keith’s gloves on his right hand, powder on his hair like lance and a streak of pink lipstick across his nose. 
    • pidge is wearing one of coran’s shirts, sadly his pants are too long for her, with her hair gelled back and her bangs taped to her face as moustache. pidge [scratching her face]: ugh, how do you guys deal with these? lance [puffing out his chest]: it comes with being a man pidge [squinting]: are you even able of growing facial hair? lance, i have more hair on my legs than you
  • then comes the s k e t c h e s
      • hunk [pointing at keith gasping]: zarkon!
        keith [jumping on top of the bed]: surrender and give voltron back to me!
        pidge [shaking lance by the shoulders]: princess! we are under attack!
        lance [running to hunk’s arms]: oh no! shiro, what do we do?
        hunk [picking lance in his arms]: don’t be afraid, princess, my strength and good looks will protect us!
        lance [swooning]: my hero!
        hunk [dropping lance to the floor]: paladins, form voltron!
        hunk [spinning around dramatically]:
        hunk [sighing]: keith, lance, stop making out!
        keith and lance [blushing]: hey!
        hunk [rolling his eyes]: hunk, stop throwing up for god’s sake and-where even is pidge? i swear she’s getting smaller by day
        pidge [laughing her ass off on the floor]: oh my god, stop!
        hunk [shaking his head]: damn this stupid teenagers, i have to do it everything by myself
        keith [jumping off the bed covering his face]: you know what? i give up. keep fucking voltron, i’m way too old for this shit
    • the deserve oscars really
  • then they play b o a r d  g a m e s they got from the space mall
    • but they are like you know, alien
    • so no one really understands shit
    • except pidge of course
    • so after the 3rd or 4th round, lance starts getting suspicious
      • lance [whinning]: how come you keep winning?
        pidge [shrugging]: i don’t make the rules
        pidge [whispering under her breath]: i just break them
        lance [looking at pidge]: what was that?
        pidge [smirking]: you mean the sound of your sorry sore olser ass? yeah, i heard that too
        hunk and keith [snorting]:
  • then they do k a r a o k e bc no one beats lance at that shit
    • lance is actually amazing. dropping the imaginary mic when he’s done and leaving everyone fucking speechless 
    • keith won’t sing to save his life and no amount of puppy eyes will make him change his mind
    • pidge is a little shy at first but once she gets into it she’s really good
    • hunk is more a musician than a singer. playing a alien-like-ukulele they found at the space mall as well but he got the hang of it in matter of seconds, blushing when they all ask him to play another
  • since they can’t make p r a n k  c a l l s or watch m o v i e s they decide on s t a r g a z i n g bc they all nerds
    • of course that means outside the ship bc that would be average
    • on their lions of course bc safety first
    • after flotating around for a bit they start to talk and everything gets real and emo v fast
      • lance is still homesick.jpg
      • keith is still dealing with being part galra
      • pidge is still wondering where matt and her dad are
      • hunk is still trying to cope with how he went from the garrison to be the universe’s last hope
    • but they all have each other’s back so everything is okay


coran: what is it, princess?
allura: is it me or is it quiet tonight?
shiro: almost… too quiet

6.0 | sapphire, ruby, midnight (yoongi)

sleepy after party cuddles

w.c. 1.1k | spicy fluff |  for @joongiri who prompted me last night per my request and then this happened

the click of the key card, the clunk of the door shutting, and the thud of shoes getting kicked off.  without your heels, the dress you were wearing began to swim around your feet and pool in places, making it awkward to move.  despite the hour, a half past one in the morning, you were decently lively, ready to change into your favorite, soft pajamas and free yourself from the wretched tight waist of this dress and plop into bed with a book to read before finally dozing off.  your managers would be upset with how spacey you would be in the morning, but right now, you were still too excited from the buzz of the fancy dinner party to care or mind.

the party had, however, taken quite the toll on your bodyguard.  although he still looked pristine—his suit impeccable and bow tie hardly crooked and hair perfectly in place—yoongi’s face had fallen from alert to two steps from sleep the instant the hotel door had shut behind you.  he stumbled into the suite and collapsed onto the couch, throwing himself over the arm and burying his head in crossed arms.  a heavy sigh escaped him before his breaths became soft and subdued.

and this is when you realized: your bodyguard (and secret boyfriend (but shh you haven’t told your parents quite yet) is sleepy.

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fabulous-anon  asked:

How about not "sugar" but actual father 2p italy headcanons? Pls? (Fem child) (thank you)

Oh I love seeing Luciano as a father!! Thank you lovely!

-she will be spoiled as all hell
-any toy any dress any pet she gets it
-but she was also taught not be a whiny brat because Luciano doesn’t need that
-‘no dating till you’re 40 or I’m dead’ is his dating rule
-he’s okay if child like boy girl both all or none
-she will have his sass
-Flavio will make her so many cute clothes
-if someone even says one mean word to her, or touches her, well Luciano will have lots and lots of jars of pasta sauce
-taught her to throw knives at age 4
-Kuro is god father but only because he’s probably the one most responsible of all the 2ps
-he encouraged his daughter to try new things. Horse riding? Sure! Ballet? Of course! Mixed martial arts? Definitely!
-when she went to high school 'sweetie if any boy lays a hand on you, cut off that hand and beat them with it’
-Luciano is the proudest dad in the world okay he’s perf

Hope you like it lovely!

Recollection (Remembrance Side-Story)

Bodhi Rook, Yavin Tech shipping manager. Former Imperial cargo pilot.

He often had dreams of his past life, his former life as a pilot. Now, what’s happening to Cassian is now happening to him. Dreams of a girl.

All he remembered was walking along the hall, until he heard the noise of typing late at night, and he knew nobody was out that late. Last he checked, at least.

He turned the corner and saw a girl there, dressed in grey, hair messy and muttering to herself as she went through the mission logs on the base. He’d never seen her before in his life. So he came up to her just as she pulled out a flashdrive.

“Hey, what are yo-”

His words were cut off by her fist impacting his face. He fell to the ground, bleeding. His nose was definitely broken.

As his dreams progressed more, he learned of who that woman was. A rebel agent by the name of Zoe. He came across her and realized this was the girl that broke his nose way back when, and he was surprised when the two of them both ended up apologizing to each other, for the physical pain of Bodhi’s nose and Zoe’s scare.

He sighed, getting ready for work and passed by a new place, just now open.

The Holo Cafe.

Sounded a bit familiar, and he did have time before work, so he pulled in.

The bell rang as he opened the door, three women moving around the place.

“Hey, Jess, is that espresso machine good to go?”

“We’ll find out after I test it out, Ayla.”

“You’ve tried it out three times already!” a woman sighed, suddenly noticing Bodhi.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll get someone for you. Zoe! Customer!” She called, as a fourth girl stumbled out of the back kitchen tying on an apron.

“On it, Iylla!” She went up to Bodhi, and he knew her.

He knew her.

“Hi there, I’m Zoe! What can I get you?”

Oh look anon! Zoe, wrote a small mini fic for you! Thanks Zoe!!!

All You Need to Do Is Ask

Commission for @konfuse: Franky learns what Robin did during her time de-aged in Film Z. 

One Piece 
Word count: 1266 

Commission info here

“Hey,” Franky said, ever-concentrating on his work even as Nami sidled up to him with a sly smile. “If this is about money—”

“It’s not, but if you’re giving any away, I’ll take it,” Nami said sweetly.

“You know I’m not!” Franky exclaimed. “What is it?”

“Did Robin keep that dress?”

“Dress?” Franky said, finally looking at her. “Uh, what dress? She doesn’t really wear dresses.”

An image of Robin with her hair up, a veil behind her head, and wearing a shimmering white gown flashed through Franky’s head. He smacked himself and looked at Nami expectantly, who gave him a strange look before saying, “The one from that island. Purple top, leopard-spotted bottom?”

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Andrea Gibson: Pansies

I was holding my heart in the palms of my nervous hand
My heart had 200 broken windows, glass covering the floor
and amazing light in almost every room

My heart was beating like a pillow fight.
Feathers were flying everywhere
I couldn’t stop crying for all those birds
I could not stop crying

I planted my heart in the raised bed in your bedroom
Pansies bloomed all night
You called me “pretty” and I didn’t flinch, I knew I could still be your boyfriend
And tell you my grandmother sowed my prom dress, stitch by stitch, with her own hands
The finest suit couldn’t have made me more proud

Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking
when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face
You don’t ask God how long this will last
I don’t care about any of the words on the map besides
You are here

You are here listening to me tell you I’ve been stung by a bee only twice in my life
Both times I was sung in the mouth
I still carry the stingers under my tongue
So I never forget where honey comes from

Sweet Sweet Siren
I imagine you ruining farm boys in the beds of their daddies trucks
I want to take you to church and show you what I can do to your confession booth on a saturday night

And you already know how many love poems I have written to a woman who was not you
and you already know that every word is true
There is still a tandem bicycle in my garage I know I will never have the heart to ride or sell
So I know you know I am not wondering why you kept your married name
I am here watching you do your laundry
And I want to match your socks just so you can put them on and I can take them off
Take everything off

Yes, I have a history of fainting
No, I wasn’t lying when I told you I am going to be more difficult than anyone you’ve ever dated
It has been years since my life was a picnic
where I wasn’t freaking out about the possible gluten allergies of the pigeons being fed bread in the park
But you will always feel safe in knowing I will never make a piñata of your heart
You will never have to lose yourself to win me over
Tell me you’re a liar
I will say I already know you are a master yogi when it comes to stretching the truth
But ill be willing to bet that we both have a history of downward dog
and sometimes you’ve got to bend to keep seeing god
isn’t always clean as a whistle
but that train is something I can worship if only because it keeps showing up

I am at your station saying If i were a painter I would paint every billboard in this city bright white
Buy a projector and take you to a new drive in movie every single night
If I were an oven mitt I would say never touch anything hot
without me
I am going to do stupid things

I once sold my saxophone to help pay for college
I once smashed a violin to bits on our second date
When I said “So your vagina it’s really rad that babies have come out of it”
What I meant to say was “Holy shit. You’ve given birth and I can’t imagine anything sexier than a woman checking her children’s homework.”

For the record, You are getting straight A’s in chemistry class
For the record, I am flunking math
It has been too few days to add up to me saying
Yes, I am going to permanently fuck up your lip stick
Yes, I am going to throw tantrums through your tidy heart
Yes, I am going to fall apart at your mother’s dinner table
over green beans and lentils and somebody’s sensible doubt

Yes, I am gonna run you a bath
That is to say I am gonna run into the rain
over and over, with an empty glass,
‘till you are soaking in the certainty
that nothing falls in vain

Wherever we land, there will always be this day
where I turn off the song of my sadness, and your shame,
where I stop asking what all the crying has been about
All I know is my name could rust entirely away
in your perfect mouth



afghafuckin’ WOW.

So I commissioned @yliseryn to draw Allura in my wedding dress because personal vanity and LOOK AT THIS PERFECTION. She even threw in an appropriate Shiro reaction shot. xD And Allura’s holding my bouquet and the ribbon color is the same and omg OH MY GOD the lighting and her hair and look how happy she is and it will take me a bit to formulate actual words to describe this RIP my writing ability. #__#

Kurt Cobain: was mentally and physically abused by his biological father because he had ADHD and was hyperactive which bothered his dad.

Kurt Cobain: his parents didn’t want him to play with poor kids because he was “better than them” and he was forced to wear a sweater he was allergic to so his mom would brag how her kids “were the best dressed kids in town”

Kurt Cobain: thought he was the reason of his parents divorce since his parents usually argued about his up-bringing which made him feel guilty and embarassed 

Kurt Cobain: witnessed his mother being abused by her boyfriend who once broke her arm and felt guilty because he couldn’t do anything about it

Kurt Cobain: moved to live with his dad in a trailer trying to improve their relationship but his dad ended up marrying another woman after promising his 10 year old son not to remarry

Kurt Cobain: couldn’t get along with his step-mom because he felt that if he would love her he would betray his mom and because his father treated his step-siblings better than him which made him withdrawn and deprssed 

Kurt Cobain: he had minor scoliosis but both of his parents didn’t care which caused several physical problems in the future mainly his stomach problems

Kurt Cobain: was forced by his father to practice sports and left his father’s house when he was 14 after a huge argument because he lost a wrestling match 

Kurt Cobain: his mother didn’t want him to come live with her so he had to move from relative to relative. None of his relatives afforded his stay which made him feel depressed and un-wanted

Kurt Cobain: moved to live with his mom and her husband and he was constantly abused by his step-dad for being a virgin and single and often called him “loser” and “faggot”

Kurt Cobain: was bullied in high school for being friends with a gay boy and because he was intersted in arts while the other boys were interested in sports

Kurt Cobain: started smoking pot when he was 13 to deal with his depression and his mother didn’t bother to stop him because she was also smoking pot that she hid in her jewerly box and she even once took a drag from her son’s joint at a party

Kurt Cobain: got kicked out of his mom’s house at 17 because he brought a girl with him to impress his step-dad who would always brag about how many girls he slept with when he was in Kurt’s age

Kurt Cobain: was homeless when he was just 17 and he would sometimes sleep in the library, in the hospital waiting room or on cardboards and he NEVER complained to anyone about it

Kurt Cobain: had to quit school at 18 to find a job to afford his bread and rent a dirty and smelly shack and he went through several jobs including being a janitor at his own high school

Kurt Cobain: he was kicked out of his appartements several times because he couldn’t afford to pay the rent until moving in with his first girlfriend when he was 21

Kurt Cobain: suffered from severe stomach problems because he had  a pinched nerve in his spine caused by his untreated scoliosis and he didn’t talk about it because he didn’t want to bother people which later made him medicate himself using heroin in littles doses to kill the pain   

Kurt Cobain: would sometimes stop in the middle of the performance to check if the people who stage dived were ok

Kurt Cobain: heard the story of a 14 year old girl who got raped and wrote a song about her (Polly) 

Kurt Cobain: hated sexists, racists and homophobes and didn’t want them to come to his shows and always expressed his annoyance because of their presence

Kurt Cobain: respected women dearly and encouraged feminist movements (like Riot Grrrls) 

Kurt Cobain: tried to quit drugs and went to rehab twice in a row. Once when his wife was pregnant and a second time when his daughter was born

Kurt Cobain: accepted to play a benefit for rape survivors in Bosnia and Herzegovina and didn’t get a dime for his performance

Kurt Cobain: wrote a song about rape (Rape Me) because he wanted to attract media’s attention to that issue and kept playing it despite the critics and the controversy that surrounded the song

Kurt Cobain: played a gay rights benefit supporting No-on-Nine

Kurt Cobain: stopped in the middle of the song to defend a girl who was being harrassed and kicked the man out of the show after making him feel ashamed about himself

Kurt Cobain: used his fame to promote good bands who weren’t famous and was bothered by media’s focus on his band only and openly expressed how he thought bands like Soundgarden and Alice In Chains were better and deserve more recogniation

Kurt Cobain: didn’t want to be called “a voice of a generation” because his drug use was exposed and he didn’t want to influence anybody negatively and he felt that he was judged by media which deepened his depresion because of his insecurity and made his drug addiction worse

Media: Kurt Cobain was a rock star junkie who hated fame and commited suicide because of it at age 27

People: Kurt Cobain is an emo pussy! He was a coward for killing himself and he was a junkie loser! He was always complaining about how his life sucked and the only thing he did is whine and sing about depression!

Changing the word “sir” into “bro” in every Hamilton song is hilarious, expecially in Say No To This

“I offered her a loan I offered to walk her home she said”
“You’re too kind, bro”

“I hid the letter and I raced to her place screamed how could you? In her face she said”

“Half dressed, apologetic, a mess, she looked pathetic, she cried”

I’m dying


Yurio meets saki and igor, victuuri lovechilds. from the lovechild au

correcting a thing: is children instead of sons, because saki is a girl. sorry for the error, i’m from brazil and here there is no difference between sons and children.

sometimes saki dress him like a princess, while he teachs bad words to igor and her.

English usage PSA because this is driving me crazy: 

  • ‘Everyday’ is an adjective used to describe something rote, routine, or pedestrian, as in, “Because her gown was being dry-cleaned, she was forced to wear a boring everyday dress to the party.” ‘Everyday’ can also be used as a noun to refer to regular life in general, as in, “Joe grew bored with the everyday in Cleveland, snapped one morning, sold his things, and moved to Paris.”
  • ‘Every day’ is an adverb phrase indicating that something happens with regularity every 24 hours, as in, “I go to the same coffee shop every day.”

Pro-tip: if you can replace ‘every’ with ‘each’ and the sentence still makes sense (as in, “I go to the coffee shop each day” but not “..she was forced to wear her each day dress to the party”) there should be a space in there. 

Cool? Cool.

idea: villain with illusion powers tries to pull the whole “actually bruce wayne’s parents never died and that other life was all a dream ps as long as you’re here write down all your passwords and write a huge check to this guy your parents say is your friend” thing but is unsuccessful because it is basically impossible to impersonate bruce’s parents

“when did you figure it out?? >:[”

“i’ve known this was fake from the start, this woman looks nothing like my mother. red lipstick with nude polish?? that dress doesn’t suit her coloring. i said i was deliberately leading vicki on and she didn’t try to ground me, just because i’m a grown man. that’s not how my mother pronounces the word yeti. and this guy! he’s not tall enough to be my father. he hasn’t tried to pick me up even once. and neither of these people has had an uncomfortably flirtatious conversation with the butler in the last six hours. you fool. you imbecile. how could you possibly have thought that this would work.”

Filling in the Blanks

It’s a slow Sunday, and Sherlock’s just out of the bath. He slips into his dressing gown, reveling in how, well, relaxed he is. Out the hall and into see John, who’ll no doubt be tap-tapping away on his laptop-

Oh. Except he isn’t. He’s sitting in his armchair, writing in some sort of large notebook. He’s taking long pauses in between words, tapping his pen on the armrest as if trying to remember something. 

Sherlock bends down from above to steal a kiss. “Hey,” he says, and then he spots Rosie sitting on the rug, playing with her teddy.

“Ooh, hello!” he says to her, and she looks up at him in delight. Years ago, perhaps he would have been embarrassed at how easily his voice slips into ‘baby speak’ but now… well, it’s lovely. Who bloody cares.

Sherlock joins Rosie on the rug, and teases her by pretending to kidnap the teddy. She bats him off enthusiastically, giggling.

John smiles. “You two are a right pair.”

Sherlock nods towards the book. “What are you doing?” 

John blinks and hesitates. Oh, Sherlock spots. Slight nerves. But why?

“It’s… it’s a baby book.”

“What’s that?”

John snorts. “Oh, God, come on, you must have had one. I bet even Mycroft had one.” 

He holds the book out to Sherlock. Sherlock stands to take it, and then pretends to pass it to Rosie, just to make them both laugh.

John shuffles off the armchair to join them on the floor. “It’s something… I’d wanted to do it from- from the start, I think, but…well. Everything.”

Sherlock reaches across and squeezes his hand. John swallows, then continues: “Anyway, it’s like a memory book. For her. You can include- you know- facts and photos and things…”

Sherlock opens the book and laughs out loud. “First word? Oh, John, come on-”

He looks up, expecting John to be laughing with him, but John is just grinning at him and shaking his head. “No, I’m serious.”

Sherlock glances at Rosie, then up at John. His heart is beating a little faster than normal. “John. Your daughter, your child… her first word was not my name.”

“Cross my heart.” He kisses Sherlock and Sherlock hardly even registers it, he’s still so shocked. “Well, she could only manage Sher, but that’s at least one syllable right, so I’m counting it.”

Sherlock scans down the rest of the book and feels his mouth quivering.

  • First word: Sherlock.
  • First home: 221B Baker Street.
  • Favourite place: 221B Baker Street 
  • Parents: John & Sherlock 

Sherlock has to hand the book back. He doesn’t want the pages getting wet. 

John props the book up next to his armchair, and pulls Sherlock into a hug. He waits a few moments, for Sherlock to get his breathing back under control, then says: “I was thinking- as long as your case inbox isn’t too intense… if you wanted to help me fill it out?”

Sherlock stares at him, at Rosie, at this family John has let them become. “Yes. Yes, of course. I-I’d like that. Very much.”

different types of i love you’s:

  • slides off the tongue, everyday i love you. over rushed early breakfast. said with a mouth half full of coffee. placed onto your cheek followed by a kiss.
  • astounding, ‘i still can’t believe it’ i love you. the only thing you can think to say when she walks down the stairs wearing a new dress. whispering to yourself every night before bed when she’s brushing her teeth and smiling at you through the mirror.
  • sleepy, foggy, i don’t know what loves feels like but i think this is it i love you. whispered at early hours of the morning, the room is still dark and swallows up the words before she hears them. when it’s 1am and you blurt it out but she’s already asleep in the passenger seat, and a little part of you wishes you said it earlier but another part of you is relieved.
  • strangers know, and our neighbors are jealous i love you. shouted from the top of a mountain, I LOVE YOU being swayed from tree to tree. saying it over and over and over. the most important thing that will ever leave your mouth.

Can we just talk about Quentin’s outfit for a moment? Like, seriously, did each team member design their own uniforms? Because there’s Eliot, looking gorgeous and stylish and rocking the still drunk while hungover from last night look. Then there’s Alice, super adorable in her baby doll dress; Margo, the epitome of a fashionista; and Kady, who is just so absolutely stunning.

And then there’s Quentin. I don’t even have words for poor, frumpy, asymmetrical Quentin.

Honestly, how did Eliot let him out of the cottage in those pants? You cannot tell me that Eliot wouldn’t have taken one look at him, had a fit of epic proportions, and then literally set fire to that outfit.


Without a word the two white-faced women grabbed Violet and Klaus by the wrists and led them into a dressing room. […] One white-face woman yanked Violet’s arms up and pulled her nightgown off over her head, and thrust a dirty, lacy white dress at her to put on. Klaus, meanwhile, had his pajamas removed by the other white-faced woman, and was hurriedly stuffed into a blue sailor suit that itched and made him look like a toddler.