bright cardigan

Deconstructing Q's look

 Why you are all wrong about Qs Cardigan.

I feel like there is so much dislike in this fandom for Q’s wardrobe and his cardigan in particular. I’ve read fic, after fic describing it as anything from hideous to garish. So I’m going to explain it to you from a costume and fashion perspective. and hopefully convince you Q’s clothes only really look comparatively ugly or eccentric next to Bonds rather old fashioned stayed wardrobe. 

This contrast is a deliberate move on the part of the costume designer. Q is of course supposed to be the antithesis of bond. Where Bond is hard; Q is Soft: his outfits always have some tactile element to them. Where Q is a young man from the world of IT where business casual is a must. Bond is an older man from a military world where uniformity even in the shape of Tom ford suits is de rigure.

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YALL so today in class we discussed this autobiography of an elite woman who lived in heian era japan and people of her status back then would often speak to each other in poetry they composed on the spot and never sent letters to ppl without including some poetry so as a little fun thing at the end of class our prof had us compose two lines of poetry for the person sitting next to us and the guy who sits by me gave me a poem that said “bold in color, just like the day, the class listens in awe from the words that you say.” it was rly sweet i can’t believe ive gotten two compliments on the way i talk in class this week ;;

16. Wear at least two prints.

I think we all know I can get a lot wilder than this with pattern mixing, but again, I had to look professional from the waist up.  (I’m trying to get a job as an online ESL teacher for kids in China, so all the reviews/tests/training sessions are online and I’m on video.)

[Image description: one full-body photo of a young woman (me) with bobbed light purple hair that’s held back on one side with a large black clip.  I’m leaning on a metallic pink cane that I’m holding in my left hand.  I’m standing in front of a blue wall.  I’m wearing a white shirt (actually a dress but only the top is showing) with thin, horizontal black stripes.  It’s tucked into a straight black midi skirt with a white polka dot pattern.  Over the shirt/dress, I have on a bright blue cardigan with ¾ length sleeves.  I’m wearing pink lipstick and black mary jane shoes.  As always, I have on my round black glasses.]

I went to the local cat cafe today, but this old fluff is still my favorite kitty. Coming home to him is always the best part of my day.
Skirt: LIEF
Blouse: Baby the Stars Shine Bright
Cardigan: Alice and the Pirates
Beret: The Black Ribbon
Brooch: Mulberry Chronicles
Shoes: Naturalizer

A Second Chance Family

@captainpettie | AO3 - you’re super cool and I love the gifsets you make, you’re super duper talented and I am in awe. Also, I kinda wish I’d written more for this like I had planned (my life exploded and cut my time short) so I’m probably going to add another chapter once the exchange is over, BECAUSE I HAD PLANS!!! Anyway, I really hope you like this. You’re awesome.

by @milkysterek

Derek had never enjoyed surprises; most of the events in his life had been surprises and none of them were ever any good. The exception to that rule had always been Stiles, his loud mouthed, scatterbrained, undeniably beautiful husband. He hadn’t planned on Stiles at all. It didn’t matter how long he pined or how hard he craved the man, he never realistically thought he’d ever deserve someone as imaginative, as devious and as perfect as Stiles Stilinski. Yet here they were, five years on from their first kiss, married and about to have a baby.

The weather was gorgeous outside. Golden light rained down on the lush, green front lawn, making tiny beads of water that had been scattered by the sprinklers shimmer dazzlingly like diamonds under the gaze of the bright, full sun. Birds were hopping around, searching for worms, tapping the ground with their little forked feet while off in the distance, too far away for anything other than supernatural hearing, small predators prowled the undergrowth looking for their next meal. He could almost see Alia playing out there. She would be so happy, he thought, running in and out of the spray, chasing the wildlife that lived around their home, her jet black hair getting damp and sticking to her chubby cheeks. Yes, Derek could see her fitting in well here.

Alia was Derek’s second exception to his rule.

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a brief description of the signs


Loves the color red, laughs often. Sometimes wear the same pair of jeans two days in a row. Favorite food is anything spicy. Can groove to a good jam.


Good natured heart. Only fights when it is not started by them. Never leaves their phone behind. Enjoys cool colors like greens, blues, and greys. Favorite food is pizza.


Cold weather is their natural habitat. Never tries to ruin anyone’s day. Dresses well. Shy and keeps to oneself. Prefers the color blue. Favorite food is any icecream.


Sweet natured, often playing with their hair. Quiet and held back, but can be rude. Sociable when they find comfort among their peers. Pink or orange are their colors. Loves to eat fruity stuff.


Everything they love is yellow, that’s their spirit color. Committed and pride bound. They love to read or just sit and think. Emotional most often. Likes to munch on sandwiches or crackers.


Can be intimidating. Push them over the limit and they will show no emotion, but rather they just talk endlessly about how they feel. Fruity alcoholic beverages are their thing. Light green and purple are their colors.


Flirtatious and caring. Bad temper and loses friends because of it. Food of any kind makes a Libra happy. Enjoys the colors red, black, and magenta.


Learning is what they love. Try as they may, they are not very athletic. Vanilla anything—they want it. Contagious smile and laugh. Always a good time, but can be overpoweringly happy at times. Hopelessly dreaming about their desires.


Quaint traits, excitable at heart, and passionate about love. Never have they not loved something or someone. Warm weather is what they want—that, and burgers. Lazy dressers, but they don’t give a crap.


Sunsets, tulips, crunchy dead leaves. Wears the glasses with no frame wire on the bottom of the lenses. Sports, even though they may not enjoy them entirely. Grey and green are their favorite colors. Chinese takeout, they could eat for days.


Love to kiss and tell. Attention and laughter is what they seek most. Glittery binder, bright colored cardigans, bubble baths with music turned up loud. Loves pink and blue. Sweet food is their daily obsession.


Family comes first with these hardy beings. Could sleep for days, but they want to shop more. Quirky on the inside, bland on the outside. Wears a lot of black. Loves citrus soda and hot pockets. Fuchsia and Aqua are their spirit colors.

golden brown

After I came up with this thread, one of you kindly sent me this:

And I wrote a small response! Hopefully it’s up to your liking 💕

Seokjin doesn’t have a mark, right? That’s because his entire body is a love mark/tattoo. He didn’t know it then, but he had the power to connect with a mark on anyone’s body. It’s something he wasn’t able to discover because he has an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that prevents him from being comfortable with anyone physically holding him. Maybe the fear of never having a soulmate forced him to think physical touch was repulsive. If he has no soulmate to touch, then what was the use of affection?
The only people who’ve ever touched him are his family members… and Taehyung, his childhood friend, on special occasions. That, of course, gave Jimin, Taehyung’s soulmate, special access by association. He also has Jjanggu to compensate for the warmth of physical affection.

But it’s not all angst~ I made it this way so that Seokjin isn’t constricted by a predetermined destiny of a “soulmate.” I wrote it so that without meaning to, he falls in love with Jungkook—not because he had to—but by his own volition. He chooses his own future.

And how he chooses Jeongguk as his soulmate? It’s a funny, sad story.

Seokjin finally thought he had met someone like him… markless, empty, without a destiny or companion for life. He was ready to give himself to this girl. She was beautiful, she smelled lovely, and she felt clean, whole. For once, Seokjin didn’t feel like spiders were crawling up his spine when someone caressed his face and held his hand. She was fresh and a breath of fresh air because he saw a life with her. One night, with tears clouding his vision, he faced his biggest fear and stripped himself of all his clothes and was ready to give her everything and be touched everywhere.

But then… he found her mark.

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someone just like you

word count: 1,223

genre: fluff

“yeorobun annyeonghaseyo~ jihoon immida!” jihoon’s voice sounded out as he said his standard greeting at the start of every one of his videos. with bright doe eyes, a charming smile and an adorable personality, jihoon was one of the most popular youtubers in his region.

“today’s video will be a really special one, as i’ll be doing the boyfriend tag!” jihoon grinned at the camera as he dragged pulled jinyoung into frame with him, “with the one and only, my one and only, bae jinyoungie!”

jinyoung’s lips formed a small pout as he ruffled his hair, staring up into the camera. “ahh hyung, why are you making me do this.” he whined, turning his gaze to jihoon. unlike his boyfriend, jihoon, jinyoung was no youtuber. sure, he liked watching jihoon’s videos, having helped film a few of them himself. but jinyoung preferred staying behind the camera rather than being in front of it.

“because! you’re my boyfriend and you love me.” jihoon giggled as he planted a quick peck to jinyoung’s cheek, pink immediately dusting the taller’s cheeks at the small display of affection.

“okay fine. let’s just get this done and over with.” jinyoung squeaked out awkwardly while fanning his face, trying to cool down the heated skin. jihoon bit his lip trying to hide his smile as he reached for his phone where he had typed out the questions.

“alright, first question! where did we first meet?” jihoon said, looking at his boyfriend.

“ah, in high school.” jinyoung hummed as he thought back to their first meeting. “gosh, you were a walking fashion disaster.” he continued, laughing when he saw jihoon’s wide eyes glaring at him.

jinyoung and jihoon’s first meeting had to be one of the most cliché one’s in the book. it was just a typical tuesday morning for jinyoung, with his backpack slung on one shoulder and a bottle banana milk in his left hand, his right hand scrolling through his itunes playlist.

sure, he wasn’t paying the utmost attention to his surroundings at that moment, but what’s the worse that could happen in the hallway of his high school? nothing too bad right? wrong.

the next moment, before he knew it, a flurry of pink and blue came hurling in his direction. his peripheral vision definitely caught it, but just a tad too late. jinyoung landed right on his bottom, both his banana milk and his phone flying out of his hands. what he did catch was the boy that was now sprawled on top of him, papers flying in the air around them like enlarged snowflakes.

the boy on top of him flushed pink, the tips of his ears burning red hot, his eyes trying to avoid eye contact with jinyoung. jinyoung glanced down at the boy practically lying down on him, tapping the boy’s forehead.

“erm, excuse me-?” jinyoung drawled out, waiting for a name. the boy’s gaze shot straight up to his face, eyes widening.

“jihoon, park jihoon.” he whispered.

“ah, park jihoon sshi. would you mind getting off me?” jinyoung chuckled softly as the flush on jihoon’s face deepened. jihoon scrambled off jinyoung, hands pushing at his chest and shoulders.

“i’m so sorry for what just happened! please forgive me!” jihoon apologised, head bowed and eyes casted to the floor. jihoon’s fingers curled into the hem of his pink oversized sweater, a sense of embarrassment washing over him.

“hey,” jinyoung pinched jihoon’s chin lightly slowing raising it until he met the gaze of the taller. “it’s alright. here’s the papers that you dropped.”

“oh thank you-“ jihoon grabbed the stack of papers, still staring at the other’s deep brown eyes.

“bae jinyoung.” the taller replied.

soon enough, the two became friends, then best friends before finally realizing their feelings for each other and eventually confessing and becoming a couple.

“i still remember that glaring bright pink cardigan you wore when you hurled yourself into me.” jinyoung chuckled, jihoon’s cheeks puffing up adorably as he glared at his boyfriend.

poking at jihoon’s cheeks, jinyoung grabbed the phone from his hand before reading out the next question from the list.

“where was our first date?”

“at the ice cream shop near our high school. we shared an ice cream together” jihoon blushed slightly as he thought back to their first date.

jinyoung being the rude gentleman he is, had wiped away the remains of chocolate ice cream left on jihoon’s lips with his thumb. jihoon flushed pink at the small gesture. however, jinyoung decided to kick things up a notch by stealing a small kiss from an unsuspecting jihoon.

jinyoung grinned down at jihoon as the shorter snuggled up to his side, making himself comfortable. handing jihoon the phone, jihoon read out the third question.

“what was your first impression of me?”

“a fluffball of terrible fashion.”


chuckling, jinyoung peered over jihoon’s shoulder to look at the next question. nuzzling his nose into jihoon’s soft brown locks, he mumbled “what do we argue about the most?”

“your sleeping habits. oh my god.” jihoon groaned, “this guy has the worst sleeping habits in the world.”

“yah, it’s not like yours are any better.” jinyoung replied, playfully running his fingers up and down jihoon’s sides, leading them to engage in a rather intense tickle fight.

jihoon grinned widely, clutching his sides as he tried to catch his breath. “but you hog all our 3 blankets!”

“you snuggle with me under them anyway, so we’re even.” the taller replied, bumping their cheeks together.

“who wears the pants in the relationship?”

instantly, jinyoung’s eyes glimmered as he read the question. “definitely me, for sure.” he said, “i open jars for you, i reach things on high shelves for you and i don’t wear pink.”

jihoon lightly whacked jinyoung’s chest “yah, pink is a very manly colour.”

everyone that knew jihoon always associated him with pink. be it baby pink, pastel pink, neon pink, you name it he most probably worn it. he even has pink coloured underwear! pink might as well been jihoon’s religion.

jinyoung chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair, brown locks falling into place on his head. he gazed down at jihoon adorably, quickly planting a peck on the other’s cheek.

as heat rose up to his face, pink rapidly dusting jihoon’s cheeks, “alright last question. if you could live anywhere, where would it be?”

poking at jihoon’s chest, jinyoung giggled “right there. in your heart.” jihoon whined as pink flushed his face and he turned to his boyfriend, burying his face in the crook of jinyoung’s neck.

jinyoung pulled jihoon closer, arms circling around the smaller’s waist, resting his chin on top of his head as jihoon’s arms slung themselves over jinyoung’s shoulders.

a few moments later, jihoon’s head popped up from jinyoung’s shoulder, gaze twinkling at the taller, cheeks still pink from shyness “i love you.” he whispered.

jinyoung grinned at him, kissing jihoon’s forehead before whispering back “i love you too.”

clearing his throat, jihoon announced “alright, this is the end of our video. thanks for watching guys!”

making sure that he ended the video properly, jihoon nudged at jinyoung before saying, “and as always, yeorobun nae maeum soge jeojang!” both of them making jihoon’s iconic pose, before waving towards the camera and falling back on the bed behind them, giggling.

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Mulholland Drive from A-Z

Critics are quick to label David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive (2001) as a neo-noir (a fitting homage to the noir style that also modernizes its concepts). Classifying Mulholland Drive as such is an oversimplification, however, because it minimizes the importance of the broader, conceptual messages that Lynch was attempting to incorporate into his narrative. Mulholland Drive is, in essence, a cautionary tale about the power of projection and the psyche. The way we daydream and imagine a bright future for ourselves can heavily affect how we lead our lives. How we imagine ourselves in this “ideal future” factors into the decisions we make for ourselves. This film is a commentary on how such idealistic dreams can be broken and how we sometimes must escape from reality to cope with the concrete nature of the world around us.

As this film’s 15th anniversary quickly approaches, I thought it might be fun to analyze the film by segmenting the different aspects into letters of the alphabet, with each section dedicated to a different argument about a specific aspect of the film. These sections orbit around the theme just discussed; that while David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive may possess easily identifiably noir conventions, upon closer interrogation the codes of the noir fall at the wayside in favor of a deeper message about the psychological nature of movies and acting and how an internalized fantasy can manifest itself in psychological torture and mental betrayal.

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for you (there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do)


Kara is a horrible liar.

Everyone knows this. Family, friends, the guy who always delivers their pizza.

(When Kara jokes that she’s an alien to the waitress at Noonan’s constantly, she always stops. Confusion clear on her face, because Kara doesn’t laugh or stutter like she usually does whenever Kara tells something that’s clearly untrue.

Kara thinks it’s funny.

Alex thinks Kara purposely makes her job harder.)

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Diamond Dogs (Part 12) [a Barry Allen AU]


| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 |

Meetings with other mobs happened once in a blue moon. Only held for emergencies or dire circumstances. Well, this is one. You just got the clear to go home and while Barry is really happy, he is also pissed. He didn’t tell you he is pissed yet you know something’s up because he called a meeting. And he let you come… He never does that.

When you enter the dining room, there’s a whole crew of people sitting around the long table. You only recognize one; Oliver, the guy from the restaurant. Barry’s hand is nuzzled in the small of your back, guiding you to the head of the table. You think he’s going to sit, until he pulls the chair out, “Here, babydoll.” he hums, motioning; you blush, pecking his cheek and playing with the hem of your oversized shirt as you sit.

Barry clears his throat, making everyone pay attention, and rolls his light gray button down sleeves to his elbows. “Thanks for coming.” he starts, thinking over his words. “Now, I know a few of you have no idea what’s goin’ on…” he flicks his wrists, pressing his palms against the edge of the table, fingers curling underneath. “As of recently… Zolomon… declared war on The Flash…” he sighs, leaning forward, hazel eyes peering through long lashes. Everyone suddenly begins talking at once. “Hey, hey, quiet!” he screams.

“But Barry, what did Zolomon even do?” Kara asks, folding her hands on the table, bright purple cardigan scrunching at her wrists. Beside her, Alex nods, urging silently for a better explanation. You gulp, mindlessly rubbing your bump through your shirt. “If we’re going to help, we need to know what we’re fighting about.” she reasons, earning a curt ‘mhm’ from Sara.

Rip props his chin on his knuckles, dark brown scruff scratching the pale skin. “Legends will help too…” he mutters in his british accent, eyebrow raising to look down the table.

Sighing, Barry glances at you, asking you if it’s okay with his expression. You nod, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together, his rings bouncing on your skin. “You may remember Y/N, yes? My sweet, sweet babydoll…” he muses, bringing his other hand to brush back your hair, revealing the bandage on your forehead. “Well, Zolomon put her, Cisco and…” he pauses, licking his lips while blinking, “and my unborn son in the hospital days ago.” he explains with his mouth in a thin line. You squeeze his hand, snapping him back to reality. “Yes. And he did it to cause me pain… I ain’t lettin’ him get away with this, so either ya with me or…” he trails off, glaring at everyone.

“Wait, sh- you’re pregnant! Oh my god!” Felicity beams, grabbing Oliver’s arm as she leans forward on the table, blonde curled hair dangling in front of her glasses. Grinning brightly, you nod, swaying Barry’s hand slightly. You don’t really feel comfortable talking in front of this many people.

Sara puckers her lips in an impressed way, nodding as she folds her arms over her tight blue sweater. “So you finally knocked up a girl, Allen… It’s about time!” she snorts as Barry frowns at her. Sighing, she sits up straighter in her chair, “Okay, okay, jokes aside.” she pats Rip’s elbow with the back of her hand, “How’re we gonna fight ‘im?” she asks seriously, waving her hands at everyone.

“He started a Civil War between the mobs…” Nate mutters, making Mick growl next to Jax and Ray.

Barry nods slowly, breathing a huff. One of his hands card through his chestnut locks, messing them up slightly. “Yes, he did.” he confirms, pacing behind you, “Zolomon has his allies at his fingers, guys. I mean, Thwane, Savage, Merlyn, Darhk, possibly Lex Luther… every known mafia, guys.” he says, flinging a hand out; the other placed firmly above his sleek black belt. Jax’s eyes widen. “We need to prepare for a full out war.” he mumbles.

Oliver glances back at Diggle, talking with his eyes; Dig’s jaw clenches. “Green Arrow’s in, Barry. I’ll let the other recruits know ASAP.” the blond straightens his black suit jacket.

“Thank you, Oliver.” Barry whispers, squatting next to you, dress slacks scrunching. His eyes are glazed over and he has your hand in a death grip. You rake your fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.

After a quick discussion with Alex and J’onn, Kara readjusts her glasses on her slender nose, blue eyes wide. “Of course I’m with you, Barry.” she says solemnly, shaking her head. “Supergirl is in, too.”

Barry swallows, nodding as he presses his palms together in front of his mouth, eyes still in a daze. A breath of air leaves Sara’s pale lips and she glances at all of her mob family; they all nod. “Legend’s are ready to kick some ass.” she grumbles nonchalantly, standing up, “When do we start a game plan, boss?” she quips, thumbs on her thighs.

“Tomorrow.” Barry informs, eyes snapping to your face. “We’ll start tomorrow, a’ight?”


“Barr…” you whisper into the darkness. “Barr…” you repeat, reaching your arm out to wrap around his naked torso. The silky dark velvet sheets move with your touch, embracing your body in smoothness.

His hand catches yours, neck bent so he’s staring at you. “What? What is it, babydoll?” he questions; voice rocky from sleep, just like in the morning. His emerald eyes squint in attempt to see your face.

You nibble on your lip, “I’m…scared.” you admit, mind drifting off to the accident.

His hand cradles your stomach and he frowns, thumb rubbing stray circles on your stretched skin. “Shh, baby, there’s no need - there’s no need for that. I’m gonna protect ya, okay?” he mutters through silent tears, kissing you deeply. “And you too, little man…” he hums, feeling the baby kick under his palm, “Daddy’s gonna protect the both of ya. Don’t you worry…”

bxdcubes  asked:

70. “You’re so beautiful.” with stoyd please?

“You’re so beautiful.”

Stiles looked up from his paperwork, meeting Deputy Boyd’s gaze.  Surprise shot through him at the other man’s words, but Boyd just gazed steadily back, a slight curl to his mouth, and for a second, Stiles almost, almost let himself hope that maybe his attraction to his colleague hadn’t gone unnoticed and was maybe even reciprocated.

Then realization hit.

“Yeah, nice try,” he said with a snort, looking back at his computer and hoping Boyd didn’t notice the flush on his cheeks.  Boyd made a quiet, inquisitive sound and Stiles shot him a fleeting glance before focusing intently on the cursor. “You know I got Erica in the Secret Santa and you wanna swap with me.”

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Boyd step closer, leaning his hip against Stiles’ desk. “Stiles…”

“Normally, flattery would get you anywhere -.”

“I’ve heard.” Boyd’s tone was dry and Stiles couldn’t help but flash a quick grin.

“But not this time. I hit the jackpot pulling Erica out of the hat, there’s no way I’m giving that up. Sorry but not sorry, bud.” Stiles offered a winning smile, spinning in his chair to face Boyd again.

The other man had his hip jutted ever so slightly to balance against Stiles’ desk, arms folded over his chest so his uniform fit snugly over his biceps, and Stiles had to drag his gaze away to look at Boyd’s face.  His brows were furrowed ever so slightly, the same quiet, stoic look he got whenever the station was working on a tricky case, and he kept his gaze on Stiles.  It wasn’t something Stiles was used to, having Boyd’s focus on him for this long; generally, it was him staring at Boyd and trying not to get caught, and normally Boyd rarely talked to him unless it was work related.  

“Who’d you get, anyway?” Stiles asked, distracting himself.  He tapped his pen against the edge of the desk.

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“So what exactly is a NORTHERNER doing here?” The girl stuck out like a sore thumb, bright pink cardigan amidst the normal crowd of black. Harm just couldn’t resist approaching her, lips curled into an amused smirk. She wouldn’t hurt her, of course. Not unless she was provoked but she could have some fun.  “Aren’t you people supposed to be, y’know, SCARED of us? Or hate us? You don’t exactly look armed enough to be around here.” 

Summary: Beatrice Everdeen-Carter and Ramona Mellark, two friends with one mission–to get their parents together. Modern AU Everlark.

Part Six is now available below the cut!

You can read all other parts here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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The Family Plan

Part Six

Beatrice opened her eyes at the beep of her phone. Sitting up, she refrained from squealing at the picture message since it was still early and she was sure that Dylan and her Dad were still asleep.

Rise and shine, sis –R’

Just above her morning greeting from Ramona was a photo of her Mom and Peeta asleep—fully-clothed, thank God—in his bed. They looked happy and content to be wrapped in one another’s embrace. Not to mention, in that sweet morning light, her mother looked younger than Beatrice had ever seen her.

She quickly messaged back, ‘Can I call you?

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