and i love this little girl's goggles

Life in Parenting:Chapter 2:

Flug was 90 precent sure he was done for.

Why did he had to get this job? Why couldn’t he remain in New Jersey and be a physics teacher like his mother wanted him to? Sure, beign a teacher wasn’t the most successful career,but at least he didn’t have to worry about whenever or if he’s going to live..

And he certainly didn’t wanted to become a parent! Well,foster parent, but that’s not the point!

He loved children. He really did,but he cannot take care of them. One time he babysitted one of his grandchildren and thought him how to run a bike. He was the only limping kid in class.

He didn’t know why Black Hat would hire him. Of course ,he was a good scientist, but he didn’t really knew why Black Hat would want to keep him around more than necessary. Actually, the man…the demon, often tried to avoid him.

He couldn’t really blame him. I mean,he did wore a bag to cover his face,which was weird. Flug took a deep breath and turned around and gave the twin who were following him the best strict look he got.

“Okay, listen. Mister Black Hat can be,well…easily irritated. Let me do the talking, and be on your best behavior, please” Dr. Flug . The twins looked at echother and flashed their wide smirks before turning to Flug again.

“Why do you mean by ‘best behaviour ’ ” M.D. said making quotes in the air. Flug norrowed his eyes and placed his hands on his hips.

“The opposite of everything you want to do” Flug said . M.D and his sister rolled their eyes ,but still smiled at the scientist. He was nice enough. They liked him.

“Okay,well…here goes nothing ” Flug said sighing. He blamed Demencia for this. He really did.

Knock

Knock.

“The door is open” the gruff voice said behind the door. This was Black Hat’s version of 'come in’.

“S-Sir? I-it’s me” Flug said in his usual nervous voice,while he entered the large office. Black Hat was sitting at his desk,filled with paper work,but immediate stopped when he was Dr. Flug and the twins.
Confusion was wrote all over the demons face . Since when children could enter his building?

“Dr. Flug, may I ask what’s the reason of this visit?” Black Hat asked,his eyes never leaving the two sibilings, who started right back at him with an unstable smile on their faces. He had to admit,he was smiling the same way when he was younger. Mostly just to scare people off.

“W-Well, you see sir,u-um..” Flug starting to stutter, and Black Hat could only hold back a smile. Dr. Flug was charming in every possible way,and he didn’t even realize it.

“We’re his kids,actually!” The purple and white haired young girl said.

Black Hat felt like a bucket of ice cold water was beign poured on him. Fug? Married?! Having children?! This HAD to be a joke. A cruel joke someone above played on him. This little girl was lying to him. He knew, she had to lie to him.

His stomach dropped at the thought of someone else holding Flug. Or kissing him,giving him love ,or the appreciation he deserves. If there was a person who should kiss,hug,appreciate and love Flug,it should be him!

When he finally received his voice back,Black Hat said:

“I-I didn’t realized you were married …” Flug was shocked,hearing the first stutter his boss made. What was that on his face? Was that sadness? No. He was seeing things. He really needed to get his goggles cleaned up.

“What?! Oh,no sir! I’m not married,who would want to marry me?! They are experiments!” Black Hat was going the ignore the comment of 'who would want to marry me’ becouse, believes it or not,Flug would be husband material,but paid fully attention to him.

“Experiments? Dang, dad,tell us how you really feel” the boy said faking offendece “Anyway, Black Hat,right? Nice to meetcha, name’s M.D and she’s my sister Psycha ” He said gesturing to himself and the girl who waved at him. He awkwardly waved back and turned his attention to the doctor.

“Flug,explain” Black Hat through gritted teeths. He knew he was scaring the doctor, but something in him snapped. Just snapped. Something he couldn’t explain. The kids didn’t paid much attention to them anymore, as they started to explore his office. M.D. was more interested in the weapons that stoop proudly on his wall,katanas, maces, lances and axes,but Psycha looked at the paintings on the wall.

It was Black Hat and the devil himself. Simon was holding the new pitchfork Black Hat got for his birthday. She was amazed by that ,he could tell.

Okay,he needed to do two stuff:

1) Talk to Dr.Flug about his feelings, because after the scare he had,he needed to tell him.

2)Kill Demecia.

After Flug was done explaining this mess,he walked over to Psycha and admired the paintings too. He didn’t really looked or admired them,they were just there to make the room more allure. But he could see why she was interested. The lines were carefully drawned,and the harmony of color was placed carefully.

“I like this painting too. It’s well drawn. I revived Da Vinci to paint it for me” He said. Psycha nodded and smiled,looking at the fine piece of work.

“Yeah, It’s nice, but I think a darker pallet of colors would’ve been better,since the two of you are In hell. It would make the fire stand out more,and it would seem more realistic, I think” She said shrugging.

Black Hat took one more look at the portrait,and indeed she was right. If the colors were darker, the flames would see brighter. Huh. Clever little thing she was.

“How about you go and get ice-cream or something?” Black Hat snapping his fingers, making 20 dollars appear, the kids seemed excited and snatched the bills from his hands with a quick thanks,before running away.

“Sir,what should we do?! They think I’m their father!” Flug said dramatically swinging his arms in the air.

“Actually, Dr.Flug,I think it’s quite lovely. Beside,what can you do?” Black Hat said with a light amusement in his voice.

Dr,Flug didn’t respond, until his goggles winded,and his breath was cut off his chest.

“M-Maybe we should….destroy them?”

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A green energy surrounded Flugs body and slammed him into the wall,not enough to hurt him,but enough to make him wince. Black Hat stomped his way to him and slammed his hand on the wall next to his face.

“Don’t you EVER. In your life. Say.that.again ” Black Hat said and snapped his fingers ,the green energy releasing him. “Now scram. I don’t want to look at you right now ” He said with a tone of….disappointment?

“Y-Yes sir” Flug said and ran out of the office.

Of jeez.

Maybe Black Hat shouldn’t kill Demencia after all.

Abe Portman, King of Sass

Yakob, I assume you want to hear about the Peculiar children again? No? Well too bad. Once upon a time there was a peregrine bird. Except she was not a bird. She was a human that could turn into a bird. She was part of a subspecies of human called peculiars. She could bend time and turn into a bird. She ran an orphanage with peculiar children There was a particular necromancer named Enoch and he was moody as hell. He came from a family of undertakers. The irony is strong. There was a dreamer named Horace, who had dreams of the future. And an invisible boy named Millard who was, well, invisible! And a girl called Emma who could make fire and hold it with her bare hands. And Emma was super hot. Like she was as hot as her fire hands.

Millard was a creep. He’d follow us around and he probably watched Emma and I make out a few times. Ew.

And this kid, Hugh, had bees living inside of him. He had a thing for this girl who could make plants grow and other shit. I think that that bitches name was Fiona? She never talked because I bet she thought she was better than the rest of us. Her hair was a damn rats nest. And Hugh loved her for some reason. I never got that boy. Him and his stupid goggles. He always wore this one pair of tacky ass goggles.

And don’t even get me started on Olive. That little girl had no damn brain I fucking swear she was so stupid oh my bird. She was lighter than air because she had no damn brain.

AND ENOCH. THAT LITTLE MOODY SNITCH. He told the bird that Emma and I were a thing. I beat him up later that day but him and his stupid dolls would follow us around ALL THE TIME.

And Horace and his shitty nightmares. He’d wake up in the middle of the damn night and wake me to help calm his little ass down. Bitch, I ain’t your fucking slave. I never got a full night if sleep at that God forsaken home.

And Bronwyn was so damn sensitive. Her brother was no better. They were like human bulls! They were hella strong but holy shit. They were almost as bad as Olive! Bronwyn called the little girls “maudpie” and I wanted to tell her to shut it, but if I did her brother would beat me up and she’d cry.

I still can’t get over this girl Claire. SHE HAD A MOUTH ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD. WHAT THE HELL? One time she but me with it! Like listen here you Lil shit don’t fucking bite me with that damn it. That hurt like a fucker.

I loved the fuck out of Emma but damn was she angry. One time I went through her dresser and she got mad at me! I’m sorry, but I thought we were dating! God she was a bitch sometimes. That’s why I left her ass.

I’m happy that I left that hellhole. Everyone thought that I was leaving to fight. Bitch nah I hated everyone there.

"I-is....the mood gone?!" A Jasper Jordan Smut/Imagine

Being John Murphy’s slightly younger (and more attractive) sister had pros and it most definitely had its cons.
For starters, most people respected you due to whom you were related to and while you were most definitely kinder, they still also feared of hurting you knowing they’d certainly get a visit from the devil himself. Pro
More people liked you over your brother. Which you can rub in his face (not that he even cared). Pro.
Most boys were afraid of going near you out of fear of losing their balls. Con.
But one special boy, one by the name of Jasper Jordan (whom you couldn’t deny your crush on) just so happened to be brave enough to be with you.
You and Jasper had been secretly dating for awhile now and both of you being inexperienced in the whole ‘love’ department caused a lot of awkward moments. Especially those time when almost both of you were caught. So far the only people who knew of this innocent love was Octavia, Raven and Monty (Monty thinking both of them were crazy for having such a large death wish). Nothing was going to ruin this love.
Well. Um. Nothing soon?
Right now Jasper was staring at (Y/n) from across the camp. They both were grinning at each other as she talked with Octavia. Jasper’s face suddenly fell and he turned away quickly. (Y/n)’s brows furrowed till she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking she saw her brother who had a raised eyebrow as he tried to follow his baby sisters line of sight. Just being a year younger than Murphy, this caused them both to practically have the same mind.
“Whose the dude.” He smirked.
She merely scoffed.
“What makes you think it’s a dude?!” She asked sassily.
“Just a figured. Plus. You’re being defensive.” She rolled her eyes.
“Would it kill you to actually let me have a crush on a male.”
“Yes. A knife right through the heart.” He stated.
“I’m about to go shove it somewhere else.” She threatened.
“Chill there, diva.”
“Go away.” She whined having her hand in a dismissive way. He held up his hands in mock surrender before walking away to go over to where she was looking.
Biting her lip till she had hands around her waist as someone nibbled her ear. She tensed and went to punch whoever was showing her affection till she heard a soothing voice.
“Hey-BABE.” Her boyfriend, Jasper quickly told her it was him and she relaxes before letting out a giggle. Leaning up to kiss him.
“Wanna head back to the tent?” She whispered. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped a bit. He couldn’t deny he’s been waiting for that simple sentence to fall from her beautiful lips. He’s waited to know she trusts him to see her in such a vulnerable state.
(Y/n) pushed Jasper on the makeshift bed. Smiling innocently as she pulled off her shirt and gently tossing it to the floor. Jasper sat up as she got on her knees. Sitting on her hind legs. Before she could unhook her bra straps he stopped her.
“A-are you sure about this (Y/n)?” He whispered. She held his hand up to her face before reaching back and undoing her bra.
“I love you Jasper.”
“I love you (Y/n). So much.” He whispered as he took off his shirt. Connecting their lips. Jasper took charge as he gently laid her onto the floor. Unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down her legs. Laying gentle kisses down her thighs as she sighed in bliss. He kissed his way back up. Up the valley of her breasts before reconnecting their lips.
Murphy looked around the camp. His brows furrowed as he looked for his baby sister. Grabbing Monty, who’s heart picked up, was blunt.
“They’re in Jaspers tent!” He said nervously. Murphy’s eyes widened as he immediately sprinted.
“I’m gonna move okay?” Jasper whimpered as her back arched in pleasure.
“Please.” She murmured as they kissed passionately. Jasper pulled out before pushing back in in a steady rhythm. She let out a moan as Jasper kissed down her neck sweetly.
“God you’re beautiful.” He smiled sweetly as she grinned. Her hands on both sides of his face.
“JASPER. FUCKING-OH MY FUCKING GOD.” Murphy screamed as he walked in on his naked sister.
“HELL. FUCKING. NAH.” Murphy said grabbing Jasper as (Y/n) quickly covered up.
“MURPHY STOP DO NOT HURT HIM.”
“YOU BETTER PUT ON FUCKING PANTS BEFORE I HANG YOUR SCROTUM UP AS BAIT FOR DEER.”
“(Y/n)! Help!” Jasper squeaked.
“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” She screamed. Murphy stopped as he brought his arm back to punch Jasper.
“Murphy I swear if you hit Jasper I’m telling every female in this camp that you use to wear princess dresses with me on the Ark.”
Murphy stopped. Jasper held back a smile.
“Good. Now you’re going to shut the hell up and listen. Okay?! I love Jasper. And there’s nothing you can do. There. Discussion over. Now give me back my boyfriend. Now.” She glared. If looks killed Murphy would be dead in a flash. In Murphy’s mind, he still saw he little girl who lived in a closet in fear of being floated. He lowered his fist.
“I swear. Your scrotum will have permanent damage if you hurt my baby sister. Your head will hang from a tree. Got that. Goggles?!” Murphy growled.
Jasper nodded in fear. Murphy let him go before all but sauntering out of the tent.
(Y/n) covered her face as Jasper laid down next to her.
“I-is…the mood gone?”
“Yes Jasper. The mood is gone.”

A series of drabbles revolving around the girls finding a child, alone and scared, in a wrecked building after a battle. Currently listening to the Finding Nemo theme.

Ana - She moves closer to the sound she heard, her finger on the trigger. She sees some movement in a corner. A little girl peeks out of the shadows. Ana blinks a few times before lowering her rifle. She can see the child trembling from across the room. A warm smile crosses her face as she kneels on the ground, slowly extending her hand. “It’s alright, habibti. I’m not going to hurt you.” The girl slowly walks out and reaches a hand towards her. As soon as Ana grips her hand, the girl collapses into her arms. Ana instinctively hugs the girl close. “Satakun bakhir.”, she says softly as she picks the girl up. Wiping her tears away, she starts to walk out of the room. “Come on. Let’s go find your mother.”

D.va - Hana stopped at the door of the building. The sensors on her mech indicated somebody was inside. Then, she saw movement in a window. She quickly ejected from her mech and started inside, heading to the room. At first, she couldn’t see anything, but as her eyes adjusted, she saw a little girl huddled under a bed. She quickly realized that she still had her pistol drawn and immediately lowered it. “H-hey, are you ok?” The girl slowly crawled out from under the bed and stood up. Hana noticed she was clenching a raggedy old stuffed bunny. She smiled. “Don’t worry, kid. It’s ok now.” The girl walked up to her and blinked. “D-d-va?” Hana giggled. “Yeah, heh. The one and only.” She gently took the girl’s hand. “Come on. Let’s get you home.” As the went outside, she looked down at the girl. “How’d you like to ride in my mech with me?” The girl gave her a toothy smile and nodded. “Then, I’ll get you a new bunny. How’s that?” They shared a warm hug for a few moments before getting into her mech.

Mei - As she walked into the building, Mei had seen something. A shadow darted into a room. “Who’s there?” She made her way into the room with Snowball hovering behind her. She saw a figure behind some curtains. “Hello?” A small boy peeked out from behind his hiding place. Mei lowered her blaster. “Hello there.” She said softly. “A-are you lost?” The boy nodded. Mei knelt on the ground and extended her hands. “Don’t worry, little friend. I’ll help you get home.” The boy inched towards her. Mei wrapped him in a warm hug. She felt him snuggle against her parka. “Méiguānxì.You’re safe with me.” He looked up at her smiling face. He smiled back as Snowball hovered around them. Mei giggled. “He likes you.” She takes his hand. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

Mercy - Angela cautiously walks through the building. Her staff softly glowing. She hears a thud in the room up ahead. She draws her pistol and enters. She hears another thud coming from the closet. She pulls the door open and a little boy falls out. He quickly gets to his feet and backs against the wall. Angela lets out a gasp as she staggers back in shock. “Mein Gott.” She stares for a moment before noticing the boy is shaking like a leaf. She immediately lowers her pistol. She activates her staff to give some more light in the room. She gently puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Zere, zere now. It’s alright, liebling. You’re safe now.” The boy hugs her tight. She holds them close instinctively. “Shh. It’s ok, schatz.” She whispers. After the boy has calmed down somewhat, she cleans the dirt and grime off their face. She smiles. “Much better.” She takes their hand. “Now. Let’s go find your parents, ja?” The boy smiles and squeezes her hand tight.

Pharah - Fareeha lands outside the building with a loud roar from her rockets. She starts inside, scanning all around. Her helmet beeps as she passes a room. She pauses and stands in the doorway. She notices a little girl hiding in a corner. As Fareeha slowly walks in, the girl yelped and stood still as a statue. Fareeha then realized that she must look terrifying in her Raptorian suit. She quickly set her rocket launcher down and slowly removed her helmet. She knelt on the ground. “Don’t be afraid, little one. I’m not going to hurt you.” The girl slowly walked up to her and reached out, running her fingers along her visor. Fareeha giggled. “You like it?” The girl looked up and smiled softly. Fareeha gently hugged the girl. “It’s alright now. I’m going to get you home.” She felt the girl hug her tighter. As she stood up, the girl took her helmet and tried it on. Fareeha giggled as it covered her whole face. “A little too big, I’m afraid.” She took her helmet and put it back on her head, hauled her launcher over her shoulder and picked up the girl. Stepping outside, she activated her rockets and slowly lifted off. She smiled at the girl as she hugged her. “Ready to go?” The girl nodded.

Sombra - Having hacked into what remained of the buildings security system, Sombra slowly walked through the hallway. She noticed a shadow in front of her bolt across into a room. She rushed into the room, her gun drawn as she scanned around. “Salga!”, she yelled. She then saw a small pair of eyes peek from behind a desk. She immediately lowered her gun. “What the-” She stared at the boy for a moment. The boy slowly stepped out and raised his hands. Sombra took a step back. “Hey, it’s alright pequeño. I’m not gonna shoot you…yet.” She realized her joke hadn’t worked as the boy started to cry. “Whoa, relax, chico. I was joking.” She slowly walked towards him and knelt down. She gently wiped the boy’s tears away before poking his nose. “Boop.” She giggled, relived that the boy smiled back. “I’d never hurt you niño.” She was surprised when the boy practically jumped into her arms, and even more surprised when she hugged him back. As they separated, the boy reached up and poked her nose. She giggled. “Come on. Let’s get you outta here.”

Symmetra - Using a construct to light her way through the building, Satya heard what sounded like footsteps down the hallway. Her hand tightened around her photon gun as she entered a room. In the soft blue glow, she noticed a small figure huddled under a chair. “Who’s there? Show yourself.” As a little girl slowly crawled from under it, she let out a sigh. “Just a child.”, she said to herself. Her first instinct was to reprimand her for being so careless and putting herself in danger, but her expression slightly softened when as she could easily see how frightened she was. She lowered her gun and held out her hand. “It’s alight.” The girl reached out, her small hand fitting into Satya’s easily. She pulled her slowly towards her. The girl jumped into her arms, taking her completely off guard. She felt her arms instinctively wrap around her. “There, there, little one. You’re safe now.” They separated and the girl slowly reached up and touched her visor, smiling. Satya smiled back, feeling a warmth in her heart that she hasn’t felt in years. She stood up and walked over to a spacious part of the room and set down a teleporter. Walking back to the girl, she took her hand and activated the teleporter with her other. She smiled down at the girl. “Come child. Let’s get you home.” She felt the girl squeeze her hand as they approached the glowing mass of light.

Tracer - Lena blinked into the room. She swore she heard somebody moving around. She heard muffled sounds from a closet and threw open the door. “Hah, gotcha.” She was surprised to find a little girl staring petrified up at her. “Bloody ‘ell? What'r ya doin’ ‘ere, love?” The girl recoiled as she knelt down. “Hey, it’s a'right. I ain’t gonna 'urt 'cha.” She lifted her goggles and smiled. The girl slowly reached out and touched her accelerator. Lena smiled and hugged her. “I got ya, love. Yer a'right now.” The girl smiled up at her. Lena giggled and patted her cheek. “Don’t worry love, I’ll get ya back to yer mum 'n dad in no time.” The girl hugged her hard as Lena prepared to blink. “Aww, It’s nothin’ ta be afraid of, love.” Lena hugged her back. “Jus’ 'old on, a'right.” The girl nodded. Lena pulled her back into a hug as the room flashed around them.

Widowmaker - Amelie spun around, hearing running coming from a room down the hall. She raised her rifle and scanned around. She smirked as she crept down the hall. “Zere you are.” She slowly opened the door and entered the room. Before she could take a shot, her target stepped out from behind a bookshelf, their hands raised. It was a little boy. In the dim light, it took Amelie a few moments to notice who it was and also notice that he had tears running down his cheeks. She blinked. “Quoi?” She lowered her rifle slowly. The boy closed his eyes. Amelie realized he was waiting for her to kill him. Her lips parted as she took in a breath. “Chéri”, she whispered. The boy opened his eyes to see her kneeling in front of him, her rifle on the floor at her side. He looked up at her and saw her expression had shockingly softened. She reached out and gently touched his cheek. “I’m not going to 'urt you.” The boy staggered to her and collapsed against her. She could feel his tears on her shoulder. Her chest tingled. Something like static as she couldn’t stop her arms from cradling the boy. She held him for what seemed like hours. When she separated, Amelie gently touched the boy’s cheek. “C'est va, ma chéri.” She couldn’t believe that she was smiling. The boy smiled back, hugging her again. There was that static in her chest again. Amelie stood up and took the boy’s hand as she slung her rifle over her shoulder. “Let’s get you 'ome.” Needless to say, the boy’s parents were more than shocked to see not only that their son wasn’t dead, but brought home to them by Talon’s top assassin. After a tearful reunion, the boy’s mother nearly collapsed as she hugged the Frenchwoman. Putting a firm hand on Amelie’s shoulder, she sobbed. “T-thank you. You…you could’ve killed him, you know.” Amelie swallowed hard. The mother smiled and put a hand on her chest over her heart. “But you didn’t. That’s why this is still beating.” All Amelie could do was nod and whisper a soft “Merci.” After the family went inside, she turned and walked away, wiping a few tears from her eyes. She shook her head and gently smiled up at the sky. “I definitely won’t be reporting zis to Gabriel.”

Zarya - As Aleks easily kicked the door down, she noticed something scurry under table. “Hey. ”, she bellowed. “Who’s zere.” She took a few steps back as a little boy inched out from his hiding place. He was barely up to her knee as he stood staring up at her, his mouth open as he backed away, trembling. It took a few moments for Aleks to notice that she had her gun pointed right at him. “Der'mo”, she thought. She quickly set her gun down with a thud. She knelt on the ground and tried to make herself seem as non-threatening as possible, which was easier said than done. “Hey, keed.” Her tone was gentle and she even surprised herself. “It’s ok, malyutka.” She held out a hand. “Zarya’s not going to hurt you.” The boy stepped toward her. He touched her arm as he looked up at her in awe. Aleks smiled and lifted him off the ground. She was relieved to hear him giggle. As she put him down, he jumped into her arms, and hugged her…well, as much of her as he could, his arms barely fit around her neck. Aleks, hugged him back, being very cautious not to hurt him. Years of war had almost made her forget just how beautiful the world could be, and moments like this proved it. She smiled down at the boy. He reached up and ran his fingers along her scar. Aleks took his hand and giggled. She picked him up with one hand and easily flipped him onto her back. Picking up her gun, she started out the door. “Come on, keed. Let’s go home, Da?” The boy giggled. Aleks let out a loud laugh.

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:oooooo nice nice! 

Lucky Part 50 (Final)

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 2,353

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24,Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31,Part 32, Part 33,Part 34, Part 35,Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 49

Wow….This has been such a big part of my life. I can’t believe this is it guys. The FINAL PART. I love you all, and I want to thank you for all the love and support throughout this whole series. Hopefully y’all will stick around lol Enjoy Guys!!

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In honor of tomorrow’s release of Finishing School Book the Third: Waistcoats & Weaponry, this week has been declared FINISHING FASHION WEEK

Throughout we’ll provide tips, tricks & lessons on how one may use fashion to confuse, manipulate, deceive, disguise, defend, seduce and, of course, finish.

To begin our week of finishing fashion, we have been graced with the presence of our favorite author with an eye for accessories, Ms. Gail Carriger.

gailcarriger:

They say the devil is in the details, but I say the steampunk is in the details. It’s the little touches to any costume (or any cosplay for that matter) that strike a cord with others. I don’t know about you, but I dress up so that I can meet and mingle with fellow enthusiasts. I want people to ask me why I have teaspoons attached to the neckline of my favorite corset. (My answer: Who doesn’t want spoons on their boobs?)

The best steampunk outfits that I’ve seen employ tiny details and nifty tricks to bring out the personality of the wearer or the character they are portraying. Since I am an author who is awfully fond of tea, most of the details in my outfits hint at writing or the sacred beverage. However, I also nod in the direction of my books and my former profession. That’s part of the fun of steampunk—hinting at persona with apparel.

Here are a few of my very favorite and most useful steampunk accessories…

1. Holster

My parasol holster is made from an old pair of cargo shorts.  You can adapt the idea for any oddball accessory you may have from a Nerf-modded steampunk gun to a wine bottle or a burrito (I support the idea of packing food at all times).

2. Goggles

Yes goggles and steampunk get a bad rap, but I still love them. I go so far as to mock the pervasiveness of this accessory in my books. (In my final Finishing School book, the young ladies of quality wear floating goggles while cutting onions.) However, it doesn’t stop me from being the proud owner of my very own pair. But here’s the thing, they have that little twist that make them me-ish – they have tea strainers for lenses. So useful! Brute Force Studios made these goggles, but it’s pretty fun to make your own using found objects that have meaning to you.

3. Fan

Speaking of Brute Force Studios,  I love their leather fan. Perhaps not the most practical accessory but one thing I have learned at conventions is that temperatures vary widely. If a girl can arrange her costume to be cool in some rooms and warm in others, it’s never a bad thing. This fan is always welcome. I love it so much I mailed it to my publisher in the hopes that it might be part of the cover of my latest book. And they used it! They added blades because my character is a spy meets assassin, thus blades must be part of the equation. However, I’m glad mine is just leather, otherwise I’d never get it through TSA.

Tune in all week for more on the fashionable side of matters deadly.

ness-paula  asked:

What are some good 80s cartoons?

Oh, gosh.  Well, there are a lot of factors to take into consideration.  What I considered “good” as a little girl in the 80′s doesn’t necessarily mean “good” to a teen or adult today.  There were many properties that went hand-in-hand with their toy lines, so any love for the show may be a byproduct of a love for the toys.

There are plenty of shows small children might still enjoy, but that adults (even with nostalgia goggles on) might find lacking.  But, there are also shows that–at least to me personally–still hold up in terms of entertainment value.  I will try to separate them into different categories accordingly:

80′s cartoons that might still entertain children, but are a bit too watered-down for older audiences:

  • Lady Lovely Locks and the Pixietails
  • Shirt-Tales
  • The Adventures of David the Gnome
  • Care Bears
  • Rainbow Brite
  • Maple Town
  • Belle and Sebastian
  • The Littles
  • Kissyfur
  • Monchichis
  • Paw Paw Bears
  • Adventures of the Little Koala
  • The Noozles
  • The Wuzzles
  • Popples
  • Pound Puppies
  • My Little Pony

80′s cartoons that work well for average audiences, but still might not hold up to modern standards:

80′s cartoons that I personally feel hold up to this day, and/or continue to have a strong adult following:

Obviously, this doesn’t include every animated show from the 80′s (if that’s what you’re looking for, you can find them indexed here).  Hopefully you find a few here that interest you. :3

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Taylor Alison Swift.

To some those words mean nothing, but to me it means everything. Taylor is my world, ever since I searched her name up on goggle and love story popped up, ever since I was seven, ever since the 6th of March 2012. She has been a big part of my life. She has been through everything with me and has never left my side. She was there for me when those mean girls thought they were the better than everyone else and when that little primary school crush didn’t like you back. Though I have never been through a heart break yet I know she’ll be there for me. She never left my side as I will never leave hers. I remember the day I made my wall for her. I had plastered anything I had of her on my wall, from magazine covers, to newspaper articles, and even old calendar pictures of her. Years past and I was still obsessed with her, my parents thought it was past as my love for one direction did. But boy were they wrong. To this day whenever her name is mentioned I look around desperately trying to see who had mentioned my idols name. Whenever her songs play I start screaming and slapping people out of excitement. I remember that year where I heard Taylor Swift was coming back to Brisbane Australia. I remember being asked if I wanted to go, and I remember jumping up and down screaming yes. That was the Red Era. That was my second ever concert, well my first real concert (I don’t really count Miley probably because I wanted to say taylor was my first). I was going with my best friend. We wore red tutu’s and red vans. I knew a little about club red but not a lot, all I knew was that you could meet Taylor, It was on my mind all night and I regret not taking in the concert experience. That was an amazing concert! I remember getting permission from the people behind us for if we could stand, the said yes! So my friend and I danced all night. I remember screaming out I LOVE YOU TAYLOR when she was on the b- stage! I swear she looked directly at me but everyone thinks she didn’t because she could have been looking at anyone. Just after that 1989 the album was released. At first I didn’t know what to think of shake it off, my friend hated it and ended up stopping being a swiftie. Well sucks to be her because this is the BEST ERA EVER! On the 5th of December I will be seeing my idol once again. I can’t wait, because to be able to see the girl who I’ve been dedicated (my friends use the word *OBSESSED*) to again live, means the absolute world. And I can’t wait to sing with 50 million other swiftest ‘shake it off’ because in that moment, I will feel safe again.

Taylor I will forever be your side.

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