clearly faded


LOOK! I drew you this thing! Which… I don’t know why I did it, it took hours and a computer could have done a much better job. But I like it anyway, and I hope you do too! And I will send you a higher quality image if you want to use it for… anything. Which you are under zero obligation to do. 

But you ARE obligated to read the fic I wrote for you!!!!!!!

The Tail of Knee(zle) the Bard by Chicken Bake (me)

Summary: Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible. (Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff, Humor, kneazle, uncreative naming, Oblivious Harry, Jealous Harry, over a cat though, not over Draco, nice arms, wanking, Mutual Masturbation, potted sunflowers, sorry these tags are not in order at all, Cheese, Soulmates, Flirting, ignoring quidditch, Awkwardness, UST, linny in the background!, happiness

I hope this was worth the wait and that it makes up for even 1/10th of what you did for my birthday!!! <3<3<3<3<3

Crossing Boundaries - Carisi

Sonny Carisi x Reader

She was single for more than a couple of years after her long term relationship. Her friends all badgered her to get back out there and start dating. It was getting pretty irritating. She could usually tone out the badgering. When they saw that they were wasting their breath, they would cunningly set her up on dates without her knowing. They were all so sneaky. It happened so much that she gave in and just let them play matchmaker.

They were going to give up after her few failed first dates, but this is where Sonny came in. They introduced him to her at a housewarming party. He was a great guy, but he was always so busy with work so they never introduced him to her. They all told her to just forget the whole pressure of dating and just give him a chance, as friends. It didn’t sound like such a bad idea, so she did. This was the only way she could get them off her back. When the friends saw how well they got along, they scheduled more group social hangings. The plan was to slowly ease her into seeing him more often and being comfortable with him. Thankfully, their plan worked. After all, they were both very likable people. Soon enough, they became friends. Not close friends at first, but friendship always takes time.

Sonny, was Sonny. He was the guy that everyone liked because he was overly friendly and quick to help anyone in need. The man had a way with taming sour atmospheres and always had a joke in the back of his mind. He was what people would describe a physical embodiment of a ray of sunshine. Though, if you were to ask her if she found him attractive at first, she would deny it. Why? Because she would say that he was loud, trying too hard to please others, and talked too much with his hands. Eventually, those annoying little things, turned into charming little things. It took some time, but she warmed up to him.

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I’ve updated Bunny and Kerri a little~!^^ I should be continuing Life is Peculiar again…maybe fast forward in the story because I have a couple of posts in my drafts but they don’t make sense anymore v.v Orrrr I’ll just start a new story with them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I kinda just wanna have these two live together for now,,,I think it would just be easier to play with 2 instead of 4.

Every Time

Title: Every Time

 Prompt: @queendarkmuffin :  How about anything you’d like to write with the Elven King Thranduil please. This is for my 26 Day Birthday Celebration! :D

 Summary: Thranduil finds it amusing that whenever someone comes and gets him, and it is about you, his son is always pulled into it.

 Warnings: Slight Angst. Fluff. Mild Language.

 Masterlist of Fanfiction


Originally posted by joligraphie

Thranduil sat upon his throne, looking over some papers about trade routes with Erebor. He honestly wanted to just throw them in the fire, but he decided against it.  Mainly because his new queen would have some words to say about that.

His new queen. A smile graced his normally stoic face as he looked out over his kingdom, remembering different moments that lead him here.  He remembered that terrified, half-starved look on your face when you were pulled into his kingdom with the dwarves.  He remembered how you were fierce and bold when you arrived in the camp settlement outside of Erebor with Bilbo.  And his favorite memory, when he and you spent the night chatting (you may have been a bit intoxicated) at the Durin’s Day Ball about your annoyances with dwarves. It was that next morning, when you slowly walked into the dining room, gave a look at the cheeky dwarves not suffering from any ill effects of drinking, when you looked up to him and smirked, “Annoyingly happy, aren’t they?”  Such a small moment, but it was the one that made him fall in love with you.

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Alright - Fred Weasley Imagine

Requested by @hp-imagines-l0l Hey :3 could you do an imagine for me please where it’s y/n and Fred and they’re messing around playing jokes on each other late at night and y/n nearly falls over ( idk how this would happen lmao) but Fred catches her by her sleeve, in the process revealing self harm? Idm if you don’t like writing about this sorta stuff xxx

Trigger warning: Contains mention of self harm

The fire was blazing in the Gryffindor common room. The room was bustling with students, just returned from the winter break and happily reunited with their friends. You were no different. With Fred, your best friend, you were sat in an armchair in a corner. It felt positively blissful to be back with him, at Hogwarts. The holidays had been tough for you.

“There’s something on your shirt,” Fred grinned, pointing. You looked down, only to be tapped on the nose by your friend. You threw him a half-hearted glare before the two of you burst out in a fit of giggles.

Fred’s brother Percy took this opportunity to glance disapprovingly in your direction, this only made you laugh harder. He looked away angrily and turned up the radio to block the two of you out. You could now hear the song playing – Dance Like a Hippogriff. This was a favourite of you and Fred.

Practically throwing you off his lap, Fred stood up and began to dance. It wasn’t long until he forced you to join him, taking you by the hands and twirling you around. Your reluctance was short-lived and you were soon getting into the song.

In an ambitious attempt to execute a move you tripped, plummeting towards the ground. You braced for impact, only to feel a hand around your wrist. Fred was quickly loosing grip, as your cardigan slipped off your arm. His other hand took yours and pulled you upright. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. Then he pushed your sleeve up to your elbow so that it wouldn’t fall off again. He started dancing again as you anxiously pulled the sleeve back over your forearm to hide your scars.

His smile faded, clearly something had caught his eye. Fred bit his lip nervously and pulled you towards him.
“Please don’t do that,” he begged. “Don’t hurt yourself.” You didn’t say anything but held on tight to him. As you buried your face in his chest, he brought your wrist to his lips.
“You shouldn’t have to hurt yourself to feel better.” He whispered. “You deserve to be happy,” he continued, emphasising each word with a kiss against your arm.

Your body shook a little with sobs of gratitude. This only made hold you tighter. You stood together like this for what felt like forever, until eventually you heard Fred speak.

“Fuck off, Percy.” This was enough to make you laugh even in your sorry state, and you began to think that, just maybe, everything would be alright.

My Eyes - Part 9

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,985

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously On…

The team didn’t say anything the entire ride. Wanda, Natasha, and Bucky were in one jet; Tony, Clint, and Sam were in another.  They all wondered what kind of monster would ever lay a hand on Y/N, let alone any woman. Bucky was seething. If anyone asked him a question, he’d answer in a short growl.

They didn’t even bother landing the jet in the usual clearing within the woods. They were barely yards away from the house when Bucky ripped off his seatbelt and slammed the ramp down.

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A Blue Camel from a dancer

I get all sorts of interesting animals in the hospital in all sorts of colors:  purple ocotopi, green bears, pink hippos… but I’d never seen a blue camel before this winter.  His person wrote:

“ I have a very old stuffed camel from my childhood that has seen much trauma in its life. I am enclosing some pictures so you can have an idea if this is at all fixable…He has survived 6 moves, 2 marriages & countless times of me rescuing him from the trash when my mom tried to toss him out.”

This is what he looked like.  The spot of red is what remains of his red saddle blanket:

His person wanted to keep his expressive eyes as they were but otherwise rejuvenate him as much as possible.  We agreed on a spa, full recovering with eye transplant onto new fur, new embroidered nose, new mouth, and a new saddle blanket.  First step was a spa to try to reveal his original color and texture… he was clearly more faded on top than on his belly:

In the spa, you can see how his eyes lifted off for repairs.

The camel was restuffed but got a heart with a bit of his original stuffing, blue of course:

Next we went through some fur options for his topside:

His person went with that last one and recovering commenced.  You can see he now holds his head up… we also agreed at this point to touch up the black bits of his eyes a bit:

 Next step, ear and belly lining fabric choice.  This I had a near perfect match for once the original color and texture of the inner ears was visible.

Once his belly and ears were done, work commenced on his facial features:

And then I made him a new tasseled red saddle blanket:

Finally, he was ready to fly home:

He flew home and his person wrote:

“He just arrived & looks fabulous! So much softer than he ever was. Thank you for everything.”

I keep seeing wizard AUs where it’s just neil with magic and that’s rad but i needed an andreil au where they’re both magic so here we go

neil is the sorcerer king in the north and the rumors say he killed his father to be crowned. andrew, co-ruler of the kingdom to the south, doesn’t know if he believes that, but if it’s true, it at least makes the northern king nearly worth his interest. neil would have to be incredibly strong to overthrow king nathan, which potentially puts him on par with andrew himself.

andrew and aaron co-rule their kingdom in part because they don’t actually know which one’s older. their mother would’ve told them at some point had she not died in what’s carefully framed as a tragic accident, using a spell she wasn’t powerful enough for. the other reason is that they actually complement each other really well even if they despise cooperating: andrew’s a wildly powerful sorcerer, whereas aaron is better at diplomacy and traditional weaponry

having heard the rumors they figure they should meet neil, but that means going to his kingdom because he doesn’t feel secure enough in his rule yet to want to leave. originally both twins are going to go but there’s a crisis to their east and aaron’s needed to go negotiate so it’s andrew who gets sent up to meet neil (which everyone thinks is going to end in disaster).

it almost does end in disaster because andrew decides the most reasonable way to test the new king’s powers is to try to fight him as soon as they’re alone, which would’ve led to all out war if neil had been literally anyone else

luckily neil knows his kingdom is in no state to fight a war and he doesn’t trust his court enough to call them in when andrew starts throwing spells (he doesn’t know how many are still loyal to his father) so he’s fine with just fighting it out, especially when it becomes clear Andrew’s not actually trying to kill him. his spells are powerful but they deliberately stop short of lethal

once neil very clearly starts fading, not used to holding out so long, andrew abruptly drops his spells and just gets straight to the point. “I hear you killed your father.” neil replies “I hear you’re mad,” which, to be fair, isn’t exactly disproved by what he’s seen of Andrew so far. Andrew’s heard the rumors, nothing neil says will bother him at this point, but he does say “so we’ve both heard wrong”

neil shakes his head and says “I killed the king” and andrew notices the deliberate change in language, “the king” instead of “my father.” neil is without a doubt nathan’s trueborn son, they looked far too much alike for him to be anything else, but there’s a clear distance created there. there’s also the fact that he changed his name as soon as he could, and in andrew’s few dealings with nathan, he can understand why neil wants to create that kind of separation. he’d always thought nathan was ineffective and ruled almost solely on fear, which isn’t a good basis for a kingdom (inspiring fear in your interpersonal relations is one thing andrew has lowkey terrified almost all of his advisors but ruling an entire kingdom based on fear just doesn’t work)

neil eventually loses patience with waiting for andrew to explain himself and he’s like “alright you came in here you tried to fight me, you haven’t been that helpful in other ways, what do you want?” and all andrew says is “you need all the allies you can get at this point” to which neil is pretty much like “what the fuck” because he might be new to being king but he’s pretty sure that’s not how alliances usually start. still, neil had felt how powerful andrew’s magic is, and he’d never met anyone able to rival him. nathan was a strong sorcerer by normal standards, and neil had killed him like it was almost nothing. despite himself, he’s intrigued by andrew. besides, it’s true that he needs allies, the position he’s in is fragile

but anyway onto the rest of the world: the moriyamas are a neighboring kingdom and riko’s a semi rogue sorcerer that has it out for neil. after far too many unsuccessful raids, riko manages to back neil into a trap that renders him unable to use his magic.

what he didn’t expect was for andrew to deliberately step into the trap as well, after neil tries as hard as he can to warn him. it should be an easy victory- neil’s allies are still putting up a good fight outside, but neil and andrew are the cornerstones of the magical defense- but the trap isn’t powerful enough to contain the two most powerful sorcerers currently alive. the wards fall, and riko’s killed in the fallout.

after the battle they have to negotiate with ichirou to stop an all out war but neil’s made more allies than his father ever did so even if the moriyamas managed to defeat neil’s kingdom they’re still surrounded. a forced peace is still a peace, in this case.

(side note on the topic of neil’s allies, dan is queen of a kingdom to the west, matt is her consort, and wymack is her trusted advisor. allison is a rogue princess who’s wicked good with a sword that turns up in neil’s court with renee, who has magic and is mostly a healer but when she goes on the attack you’d better watch the fuck out. allison allies herself and the small collection of knights that followed her with neil. nicky and kevin are in the twins’ kingdom- nicky is a duke who has little official standing but unofficially aids aaron with diplomatic missions, and kevin is a knight who defected from the moriyamas and managed to escape)

it’s the most prosperous time the land’s seen in ages. relations between many of the countries had been strained or outright hostile due to nathan, and the twins’ mother as well, but they’re repaired in time. neil faces his share of domestic rebellions for years after nathan’s death, and there are still some overly ambitious nations that think it’s worth trying to infringe on his land, but over time insurgents learn to flee at the sight of their king side by side with king andrew.
We Live Like Kings - audreycritter - Batman (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fic for @cerusee
Gen/Family Bonding
Young!Jason Todd
Rated: T

The massive clock ticked off the seconds of the fourth quarter and far below on the field, players were moving into formation at the Gotham Knights offensive twenty yard line. They looked minuscule from the windows, so the few people in the luxury box mostly watched the game on a huge flat screen television mounted in front of a curved leather couch.

On the other side of the room, a table with the remnants of catered h’or d'oeuvres was set back against the wall, beneath framed and signed photographs.

Bruce Wayne was doing three things at once, during the last quarter of the game. He was giving just enough attention to the score that he could react appropriately during plays. He was keeping up a buddy-buddy conversation with two executives that were considering merger deals that let Wayne Enterprises essentially buy out company control in return for shared accounts and research funding.

And finally, he was occasionally twisting around on the couch to glance at Jason Todd. The tiny thirteen year old could still pass for eight or nine despite the fact that he’d single-handedly cleared about a third of the catered snacks himself. The boy had been visibly excited at the prospect of the luxury box when Bruce had mentioned it, but the thrill had clearly faded when it became clear that Bruce was busy, in a way, and that there wasn’t much to do other than watch a football game.

Jason wasn’t, for all his protests, really that interested in sports.

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(Another snippet of the teacher!AU by yours truly and @donnatellamoss! I guess you could say this is where it all begins? Enjoy!)

It’s early- too early, in Arin’s opinion. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon and there are only three other cars in the parking lot when he arrives at school, a sure sign that he’s in danger of breaking his reputation for being perpetually almost-but-not-quite-late. He’s still rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he wrenches the front door open. He can’t quite help wishing he were still in bed, faced mashed into his pillow, but there’s work to be done before the students arrive for the first day of the school year.

The only bright side is that he more or less has the school to himself for a little while, which means he should have some time to shake the grogginess off. The hallways are still darkand Arin isn’t expecting to run into anyone, which is why he’s more than a little surprised when he nears his office and hears, from somewhere down the hall, the distant sound of humming.

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AU where everything is the same in @ink-splotch‘s Leagues and Legends universe, except people can see soul bonds strung out between themselves.

Spoilers for Remember the Dust under the cut

The threads looked as though they would slip away from George’s fingers at any moment. They hadn’t used to; once upon a time they had coiled around her left fingertips to merge with the creases of her palms, just like - so far as she’d heard - everybody else’s. She’d had a fair handful, even if most of those were the ubiquitous gossamer connections she’d barely been able to see, but one or two had been strong enough to see clearly, only fading to invisibility when her closest friends and caretakers were out of the village.

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madfictionaluniverse  asked:

Can you write about Dizzy meeting everyone in Auradon, please? Especially Chad, they're cousins :3


Ben: Dizzy immediately flings herself into Ben’s arms when he politely greets her and welcomes him to Auradon. She’s SO HAPPY to be there that she can’t stop happy crying. Ben for his part thinks she’s adorable and promises that yes, she’s really here, no, this isn’t a dream and no, your mother and grandmother can’t reach you here. 

Audrey: Audrey is doing her utmost to be more gracious in the face of an expanding VK program than she was when she was when the Core Four arrived, especially after being proven wrong so many times. She takes it upon herself to welcome Dizzy to the school and politely answers her questions and explains things to her. When Dizzy mentions her interests in makeup, hair, and jewellery, Audrey says she’ll have to hire Dizzy to make something for her when she’s set up shop someday. Dizzy’s smile could make flowers grow. 

Jane: Jane meets her after a few days, when she comes with Carlos to hang out with the Core Four. Dizzy is still going mile a minute asking questions and making comments - the first thing she did was babble critically about how Jane’s highlights were already starting to fade and CLEARLY she needed to touch them up. She didn’t mean to be rude, but it was kind of blunt for a first meeting. Evie tried to gently tell her that that hadn’t been a nice thing to say, but Jane agreed that it had been a few weeks and she really did need to get them touched up, but she hadn’t had time before the cotillion. And that is how Jane ended up Dizzy’s first Auradonian customer. 

Doug: Doug met her after a couple weeks and he was so nervous. Dizzy is like Evie’s little sister, so this was like getting a sibling stamp of approval. Doug desperately wants to be good enough for Evie so that mattered to him. He was very polite to her - asking her how her day was, how she was settling in, if she liked school and if she’d made friends. Dizzy talked his ear off about Auradon and he patiently explained things to add context and help her understand and answered any questions he knew the answer to. Dizzy admitted that he wasn’t who she pictured Evie with, but she liked him anyways. Success! 

Lonnie: Lonnie met her in the hallway. They didn’t talk much - Lonnie just said hi and asked how she liked things so far. Dizzy said she still couldn’t believe she was in AURADON! A little ho-hum, but it was pleasant enough. 

Jordan: Dizzy met Jordan helping out with a vlog post where Evie and Jordan were going to talk fashion. Dizzy helped with makeup and made suggestions for the styles they talked about. Jordan liked her ideas and Jordan came off as a very fun lady with lots of ideas for things to do. 

Ally: Ally said hello but also asked a couple insensitive questions. Which is okay, because much like with Jane, Dizzy was accidentally kind of insensitive in critiquing Ally’s outfit. Not a great first impression, but hardly an irreversible disaster. 

Chad: Chad didn’t bother to go out to meet his cousin. He was far more interested in trying to get Audrey back. They ran into each other in the yard after a few weeks though. It was …awkward. Chad does not like VKs and he thinks very lowly of that part of the family. That’s his mother’s horrible step family that treated her like dirt - why should he care what happened to them and their kids? That said, Dizzy is young and enthusiastic and Chad felt more awkward than anything seeing his OWN ‘family from the ‘wrong’ side of the bridge’ staring right at him.

Dizzy, for her part, has heard plenty of things about the ‘ungrateful’ Cinderella but she fell in love with the story of a perfect prince finding a mistreated girl and taking her into a life of luxury. She kind of idolizes her aunt and desperately wants to be accepted and liked by her and her family. Dizzy squeaked out a ‘Hi’ and Chad said ‘Hey’ and then they just left it at that, scampering off their separate ways. 

Tropico (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: This is a fic inspired by the short film Tropico by Lana Del Rey. It’s super long, and it’s taken me so long to get it right, but I hope you enjoy it! This fic had a lot of support from some amazing ladies so I’d like to than fluersverts for her support, Lale for her everything (and being my beta), and City Angel for helping me translate my Spanglish. Enjoy!

TW: violence, drugs, smut, guns, death, (lol it’s a lot sorry)

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anonymous asked:

Cor? I'm just notice that scar (from Touka) is dissapearing in ch.125 I can't see it now

Ok so this ask was from a couple of weeks ago when we were talking about Kaneki’s scar from Touka after being bitten in the church

And how it eventually healed. It’s always possible Ishida just forgot about it but I think the scar Touka gave Kaneki in the church has healed over far before ch 125- I’d guess during his torture when he was undergoing huge amounts of regeneration. The scar was there just before he was taken to Aogiri but gone afterwards:

Ghoul scars have always been a bit of a mystery as we’ve seen that they definitely can scar despite their regeneration

  • Naki’s Ear
  • Hoguro

  • even Mutsuki’s scars didn’t heal when he went through a similar torture to Kaneki

Yet we don’t really know why some do and some don’t. 

This line implies that if the injury is deep enough, the scar won’t fade. But we’ve seen ghouls impaled before and they heal over completely. So perhaps its something like deep but superficial wounds won’t heal properly because you don’t really want to expend too much energy and Rc cells on healing something that won’t matter. But anything that could be life threatening is dealt with immediately. Could also be that some areas of the body don’t have as high a capacity for regeneration *shrugs* I guess we’re just meant to know there’s a precedence for ghouls having scars and run with it.

Ghoul marriage scars clearly don’t fade or else it wouldn’t be a tradition

Klaine Summer Challenge 2017 Day 1: Here Come The Sun 

Word Count: 1,100

Blaine, age nine, moves to Lima and meets his next door neighbor. (AO3)

“Blaine honey, I wish you’d look on the bright side of things,” Pam says, unlocking the front door of their new house.

“But all my friends are at home!” Her son cries, lugging a suitcase behind him.

This is our new home Honeybee,” she replies with a smile.

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How do you stop an erosion so slow no one notices?

You’ve stopped going to things you’re supposed to. You’re not going to class, just for the thrill of doing the opposite of what’s good for you. Your sense of time and purpose is distorted and often inaccurate.

It doesn’t mean anything. It could, but it doesn’t. You have just enough emotion to be fine. But you know something is happening. It’s the equivalent of running to catch your train, arriving just in time, and then standing on the platform watching the doors close. Everything is a little on purpose and you don’t have a justification for any of it. You feel fifteen again. The normal person version of fifteen. Not your weird, ill, interrupted version of fifteen. You stopped growing then. And stopped again at seventeen. You’re bad at coping. You’re bad at so many things.

Right now, nothing seems easy. Nothing is poetic or lyrical or beautiful. Meaning and definition of things once clearly defined are fading away as if someone was erasing it in slow motion. You want to destroy or create; do something instead of this apathetic ambivalence. It’s not depression; depression manifests like manic sadness within your blood. It’s less than that, calmer. Stagnation at its purest form. Never leaning one side or the other. A true neutral.

So you are nothing, because you feel nothing. Maybe it’s a rebellion against the pressure of always needing to be a something. But it doesn’t feel like a revolution. It feels more like something that should have happened a long time ago.

—  journal entry 4.3.17
Roman Holiday Costuming

I swear this is not turning into a costumery blog, but the stills I’ve seen from the pre-Broadway production of Roman Holiday are filling me with such joy. The movie that the musical is based on is one of my favorites (anything with Audrey Hepburn is, really), so to see this getting the Broadway treatment is a dream come true. Hat tip to @anyasdimitry and @annbradleys for making me aware of the pre-Broadway production in San Francisco.

Obviously when working directly from a film, there’s an obligation in a sense for the musical’s costume designer to take some cues from the original production. Of course, when that original production was costumed by none other than eight-time Academy Award-winning costumer and Hollywood legend Edith Head (who indeed won the Oscar for Roman Holiday), any costume designer has absolutely got their work cut out for them. They need to pay homage to the source material while putting some uniqueness into it. That’s not an easy task, but everything I’ve seen from the pre-Broadway engagement suggests that Catherine Zuber has a masterwork in the making.

If the name Catherine Zuber sounds familiar, it’s because she’s twelve-time Tony nominee and six-time Tony winner, including a nomination for the 2016-2017 season’s War Paint. She tends to work in what I would consider more classical and showy productions which allow her the freedom to create lavish, rich designs. What I’ve seen of the Roman Holiday pre-Broadway engagement shows that this 2017-2018 debut will be no exception to Ms Zuber’s characteristic elegance.

For those who know the movie, the challenge in bringing this to Broadway is replicating Princess Ann’s (Audrey Hepburn in film, Stephanie Styles in the stage production) style to the front without it looking over the top. What I’m going to focus on this afternoon is one dress in particular which has caught my attention. There are plenty more costumes to examine in the coming months, but an absolutely darling edit by @anyasdimitry caught my eye and inspiration struck.

Let’s take a look (this still and edit is courtesy of @anyasdimitry and the original can be viewed on her fantastic blog):

I mentioned before that one of Catherine Zuber’s hallmarks is classic elegance, and this certainly possesses that in spades. The cut of the top of the dress, coupled with the beadwork, reflect a timeless 1950s style that absolutely shouts “princess” in any language. But that complicated top gives way to a flowing, cotton-candy pink tulle that gives Ms Styles an untouchable quality–in a good way. The dress looks as though it could be composed of pink smoke, an effect of tulle’s sheer nature and quality, but which has been used by Catherine Zuber to give Princess Ann a kind of unobtainable look.

That’s key to the plot of Roman Holiday: Princess Ann is able, for the briefest amount of time (24 hours), to escape the rigors of her duties as the heir-to-the-throne of an unnamed European country. The titular holiday is the period where she is able to simply live a regular life–before her own sense of duty forces her to return to the tour of Europe on which she embarked in the first place. The tulle dress reminds the viewer that no matter how we may view Ann throughout the course of the musical, she is still–ultimately–a Princess and cannot hope to be won by the average suitor or interested person. What Catherine Zuber has done here is subtly remind us; because the tulle causes the dress to expand far more than the beaded top, it’s difficult to even gain physical access to Princess Ann without destroying the effect and beauty of the gown.

The shade of pink is also quite intentional, I think. This is not an Arden pink, as we saw with Zuber’s designs for War Paint; those were loud, showy, and designed to stick in the mind for the color alone. Here, the color takes a backseat to the overall impact of the dress. The light, nearly white, semi-translucent quality of tulle itself helps to make the entire ensemble look even more ethereal. Even cotton candy pink, as I called it earlier, might be ascribing too much color to what is on display; the bodice (upper part) is clearly pink, but it fades as it descends, giving an overall eye-pleasing effect.

But Zuber’s design does not stop there. Below the tulle are layers of fabric and beadwork that help to give the gown body, and which are showy and elegant in their own ways. Once again, with credit to @anyasdimitry for her edits, let me present the following detail stills (and link to originals as found here):

The insubstantiality of the tulle is given new life by the clamshell leaves that Ms Zuber has worked into the design, including what looks like more impeccable beadwork. The layers have the effect of darkening the pink just a little bit, but still leaving it with a kind of light, airy nature that allow it to render the character of Princess Ann unobtainable. Having seen tulle work before, it’s not easy to weigh it down and still allow something of a bell shape to develop (regardless of the figure of the wearer); that Ms Zuber has managed to do so here is quite remarkable.

But here’s what gets me the most about this dress and, indeed, many of Catherine Zuber’s designs over the years. The level of detail that is present in this costume is simply stunning. Edith Head, when she created the original designs for the Roman Holiday movie, had the benefit of knowing that the camera would occasionally capture a close-up view of her costumes, and she could tailor her designs accordingly. But on the stage, no such close-up opportunity exists, except through promotional stills like these. The incentive to put immense detail-work and beadwork into a dress is simply not present on Broadway the way it is in Hollywood–but Ms Zuber does it anyways. These are gowns meant to leave an impact whether one is sitting in the front row or in the cheap seats at the back of the second balcony. You may not be able to see every facet of the design, but you can tell instantly that the piece is a masterwork.

The love and care that has been put into this outfit makes me think that, assuming the actual Broadway production bears any resemblance to the San Francisco tryouts, we simply have to assume that Catherine Zuber will earn her thirteenth Tony nomination next season. Based on what I have seen so far, I think we have to assume that when that nomination comes, she’ll be a strong contender for the award; setting aside my issues with the American Theatre Wing, the classic elegance of the design makes me think that Tony voters will appreciate the homage to the Hollywood production and recognize the detail and attention poured lovingly into the costumes by Ms Zuber.

I’ll add more stills and costume reviews to this production as it gets closer to its Broadway debut. But so far, what I have seen, I love.

Couldn’t sleep, so I finally got this done for you m'love! Again I wrote this on my phone, so I’ll make some edits and such in the morning! @edwardthreeway

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll show you my other tattoo” Sam Drake x Reader

Jerking a little woke you.

When you woke, you looked around the room in slight confusion. You don’t remember being on this far end of the sofa, in fact, you don’t remember falling asleep on Sam’s lap. The last thing you remember is sleeping with your legs across his lap and your head on the armrest. But here you are; cuddled up against Sam’s chest, while his arms are wrapped around you like a toddler with a new teddy bear.

When you first started dating Samuel Drake, the last thing you thought of was him being a hugger. Kisser? yeah, but never one for always hugging you, no matter where you are; making dinner, brushing your teeth, sitting at your desk, even laying upright in bed, he always found a way to have his arms around you. It didn’t bother you, it surprised you.

“Sam?” You mumbled against his chest, rubbing your cheek against him since your arms were firmly locked in place on your stomach. Gaining no answer you tilted your head up and chuckled. Sam was knocked out too. Head rolled back against the sofa, his neck completely exposed.

“Your neck is going to hate you.” You whispered.

Tilting your head a little more against his shoulder, you managed to get a better view of his tattoo on his neck; 4 birds flying upwards on his neck, slightly faded clearly indicating he has had them for a long time. You’ve never asked him about it, you always wondered what was the meaning behind them. To you tattoos had to have some kinda meaning, whether it be in remembrance of someone passing, an important achievement in someone’s life or that special day. You never understood people when they got a tattoo “just for the hell of it!”. So what was so significant about this one?

Wriggling a hand free, you feather-lightly run your fingers down his neck, against the tattoo, your eyes studied them. Sam shivered at your touch, making you jerk your hand away slightly.

“You don’t have to stop…” his voice was rough as he slowly woke up “…I like your touch.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you…” you smiled up to him, he promptly shakes his head.

“No no! Don’t apologise.” His voice was groggy as his cheek rests on your crown and his arms tightened around you. He slouches a little to get comfy.


“Hmm?” He mumbles a reply.

“I’ve always wondered…” resting your head on his shoulder again, your run your fingers back down his tattoo “…what’s the meaning behind this tattoo?”

You felt his breath stop a little in his chest, before he let out a sigh and sat up straight. He rolls his head against the back of the sofa and stares up at the ceiling. You started to regret asking him that, clearly there’s a big meaning behind it.

“You don’t have to tell me if-”

“Remembrance…” he cut you of as he continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Remembrance?” You repeated, tilting your head. Making his turn to you.

“I…don’t want to go into huge detail…” his brows furrow a little bit as he looks down.

“You don’t have to.” You smile.

“It…reminds me that even in my darkest times, I’m able to become free from it and choose a new path…” his eyes dart back to you. You furrow your brows at him and he sees the worry in your eyes. He blinks quickly “…you know, some sort of shit like that.” He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. Your brows still furrowed.

“Sam, if you ever need someone to talk to or help you…” you place a hand on his cheek “…you know I’m here, okay?”

He stares at you for a moment before he smiles “I know you will be…” He chuckles again a little and pushes you down against the sofa, you falling back with a laugh and yell mixed. He’s towering over you now.

“But that’s just a simple meaning behind one of my tattoos.” He smirks down at you.

“One? You mean you have more?” You dart your head up and down his body. He laughs.

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll show you my other tattoo.” He begins to lean down, your face flushed before a smirk graced your lips.

“I’ll try my best then…” running your hands through his hair “…if not, I’m going to find out what that other tattoo is, one way or another.” You giggle.

“Can’t wait for you to try.” He winks, landing his lips against yours.