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Medieval Women's Clothing, A Masterpost of Sorts

This is meant as an information resource for creative folk, not a complete guide. Be sure to supplement this with additional research. Find the rest of the series, including the previous posts on clergynobilitycommon medieval jobsdivinationspirit animalsmythical creaturesstructuring an armymedieval punishmentsarmorpre-gunpowder weaponssiege warfarecastle anatomy, and common terms of medieval life.

Find the masterposts for Men’s Clothing, Children’s Clothing, Shoes, Clothing Materials, and Fabric Colors.

Aprons: Used by middle- and lower-class women, they could be a variety of colors.

Barbe: A pleated piece of linen similar to the barbette and widows, it was worn underneath the chin or widows and over the chin to denote a noblewoman.

Barbette: A linen band that wrapped around the head, under the chin. It was usually pinned.

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[image description: two red apple-shaped squishies sitting on a red watermelon slice pillow. Both squishies have a round, brown-painted stem and a green-painted leaf moulded on the top of the squishy beside the stem. A small raised plastic loop is attached to the side of each squishy, serving as a mounting point for a lobster claw clip attached to a black cord mobile phone charm strap. The viewer’s left-hand squishy is housed in a clear plastic bag; the right is unpackaged.]

Apple Squishies - eBay, $1.26 USD.

Listing has free international shipping, with only one item left as of writing this post.

I bought these as replacements for the apple squishies originally given to me by @ambiguouspieces. I have to say that I like these ones better–for some reason they’re softer and squishier, the foam really giving under light pressure. They’re the softest, spongiest, lightest cheap/off-brand squishies I’ve ever handled, and feel really good to squish. Something about the density of the foam makes these incredibly pleasing to me!

They’re by far the slowest rising cheap squishies I’ve handled, too, only a little faster than my SquishyFun strawberry. If watching the squishy rise is part of the stim for you but you can’t afford a more expensive squishy, I absolutely recommend these. I suspect, like most other cheap squishies, that they won’t last too long under frequent use before splitting and tearing, but they’re cheap enough that I’m not bothered by it.

The listing does state that they’re unfragranced, but this isn’t true. They have a very slight sweet smell. It isn’t strong enough to bother me unless the squishy is right under my nose, but people who need absolutely no fragrance will still need to avoid these.

The seller shipped these very quickly and had great communication with regards advising me of this, so I recommend these both in terms of buying experience and use. I love mine. I only wish I’d gotten a green one as well…

creative ways for scratch to die 

  • they stip him, smear him in catnip, and lock him in a room with 50 feral cats till he drops
  • mail him to a cannibal with complimentary barbecue sauce
  • use him as a javelin in a ‘throw a javelin into a volcano’ competition
  • feed him a hive of wasps
  • u know that grimms fairy tale where somebody puts on shoes and can’t stop dancing till they die??? that.
  • nibbled to death by goats
  • play his least favourite genre of music while giving him a bungee jumping lesson… without the cord 
  • strap a ‘an offering to the sea gods’ sign to his chest, tie boulders to his ankles and pitch him off a boat in the middle of the atlantic
  • set any of the actually good villains from this show on him and let them go to town (dead villains are for this scenario returned to this earth as undead creatures). 
  • literally everything from the saw movies at the same time
Medieval Clothing, a Masterpost of Sorts

This is meant as an information resource for creative folk, not a complete guide. Be sure to supplement this with additional research. Find the rest of the series, including the previous posts on clergynobilitycommon medieval jobsdivinationspirit animalsmythical creaturesstructuring an armymedieval punishmentsarmorpre-gunpowder weaponssiege warfarecastle anatomy, and common terms of medieval life.

This post includes women’smen’s, and children’s medieval clothing terminology, materials, colors, as well as a note on medieval shoes.

Medieval Women’s Clothing Terminology

Aprons: Used by middle- and lower-class women, they could be a variety of colors.

Barbe: A pleated piece of linen similar to the barbette and widows, it was worn underneath the chin or widows and over the chin to denote a noblewoman.

Barbette: A linen band that wrapped around the head, under the chin. It was usually pinned.

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Guardian Angel part 1!

Summary: The day the reader was born was the most terrifying day of her mother’s life. Everything that could have went wrong did, but thanks to a certain angel a miracle happened.

Pairing: Castiel x Platonic!reader!

Warnings: Angst, Screaming, Crying, child birth, reader isn’t breathing for a while…

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Joe G
Auburn, WA
Sony a7Rii, A7ii, a6500, RX100ii

Wrist strap lug-mount Long
Black leather, Red wrapping cord
Wrist pad Black leather  

Wrist strap lug-mount Long
Black leather, Black wrapping cord

Wrist strap lug-mount Extra long
Black leather, Red wrapping cord  

Wrist strap string Regular
Black leather, Red wrapping cord
Red attaching cord

Love the straps. The strap on the RX100iii has been all over the U.S., Japan, China, and Tibet….and is on its way back to Japan for three weeks this fall with its big brother the a6500 (with the padded strap…which I love).
Tip: As a baseball guy, the first thing I do with my new Gordy’s Camera Straps, just as I would a new baseball glove, is to treat it with Nokona NLT Classic Glove Conditioner. The conditioner softens the leather, makes the straps more supple, and comfortable like an old glove. The conditioner also protects the leather from moisture off the wrist or rainfall.

anonymous asked:

hey so I wanna save up for a bass but I have NO IDEA about anything so like,,,,,how much are they?? what do you need to get with them?? do you have any recommendations for brands? thank you!!

I don’t know anything about good bass brands, but I recommend getting a beginners kit! The one I got (that I liked a lot) came with a bass, amp, cord, strap, tuner, and picks :-) It’s a lot cheaper than buying everything individually I think and is great for people just starting out :o The one I got was about $300 but if you just look up ‘beginners bass kit’ you’ll find a ton :D

diktown  asked:

❝ guess i’ll die . ❞ also if thats ok! >:yc

MEME ME UP, SCOTTY !! // 😂 accepting !

Asra gently patted Lady’s shoulder, looking down at her sympathetically.

I’ll relay your story to the next generation, you can count on it. You will be remembered. It was nice knowing you.“

And with that said, he pushed her off the bridge, watching her plummet down into the canyon with an elastic cord following after and strapped to her legs. 

If you aren’t overdramatic whilst bungee jumping, you are a loser.

So, I was trying to find some meanings in Tokyo Ghoul’s characters names. So I went for their Kanjis and this is what I got (if I’m mistaken in some of them feel free to tell me, If you have a better interpretation/theory of the meaning just let me know). Based Ishida is based.

-Nishio Nishiki (西尾 錦) = “West”(nishi) “(Animal)Tail”(o), “Brocade, Fine dress”(Nishiki)
>His name means something like “Well dressed animal tail from the west”. If you think outside of the box, Animal Tail of the West could reffer to a serpent (who looks like a tail itself) and “well dressed” because some serpents has elegant colors.

-Mado Kureo (真戸 呉緒) = “Pure, Genuine”(Ma) “Door, entrance”(do), “To give”(Kure) “Cord, strap”(O)
>His entire name could be interpretated like a Suicide Assistant: To give a cord to enter in a pure and genuine door -heaven’s door?-.

-Tsukiyama Shuu (月山 習) = “Moon”(tsuki) “Mountain, hill”(yama), “Learn” (shuu)
>His name means something like Learning in the Mountain under the Moon.

-Kamishiro Rize (神代 利世) = “God”(Kami) “Subtitution”(shiro), “Advantage, profit”(Ri) “Generation” (ze -not sure about this one-)
>Her last name describes basically what happened between Kaneki and her: A subtitution of a god (ghoul). Her name means to “take profit or advantage of this generation” (could mean that because she’s a ghoul she can take advantage of her powers over humans so she became a compulsive eater)

-Kirishima Touka (霧嶋 董香) = “Mist”(kiri) “Island”(shima) or “territory of a organizated crime group”, “Correct”(Tou) “Fragance”(ka).

>Correct Fragance from the Mist of an Island (imo has a beautiful meaning).
>It’s curious that Sasaki said that he has a “Nose Kagune” or “Ghoul Nose” to clarify his ability at smelling things, and Touka literally means “Correct Fragance”

-Kaneki Ken (金木 研) = “Gold”(kane) “Tree”(ki), “Study”(ken). Interpretation: Study of Gold Trees.
>I’m not sure about it’s meaning. Gold Tree is usually refered to trees in autumn because their leaves’ colors.
>Something to notice is that if we replace the Kanji “Ken” in his name for this one 眼 (Ken) then It would mean “Eyeball”.

-Fueguchi Hinami (笛口 雛実) = “Flute”(Fue) “Opening Mouth”(Guchi), “Young Bird”(Hi) “Fruit”(nami)
>Her name means a Young Bird that eat Fruits (?) maybe because they are pretty?

-Arima Kishou (有馬 貴将) = “Exist, Happen”(Ari) Horse (ma), “Precious” (Ki) “Commander, Leader” (shou)
>His last name can be a reference for the Promoted Bishop (Horse) in Shogi, his name means Precious, valuable commander or leader.

-Amon Koutarou (亜門 鋼太朗) = “Sub-”(A) “Gate” “Division”(mon), “Steel”(Kou) “Thick”(ta) “Bright” “Clear” (rou)
>His last name could be referenced by his status of Mado’s apprentice (subdivision or subordinated) and his name means Clear Thick Steel (pretty cool uh?)

Well this is all I have for now. If you want me to analize another character’s name let me know.

anonymous asked:

Best Bass for beginners? Also does height affect which one I should buy?

Height doesn’t really affect which one you should buy unless you just don’t like the way it looks, yknow? Sometimes basses will just look Too Big if someone smaller is playing them, so u could look into getting a short scale bass ? :o I’m not sure which basses are best for beginners cuz I’m bad with that stuff but here’s the beginner bass kit I got (I recommend getting a kit because it comes with a bass, amp, strap, cord, picks, and tuner so you don’t have to buy it all separately but that’s up to u!)

It’s how many gas stops to the next city.
It’s not knowing what time zone you’re in.
It’s filthy bathrooms.
It’s that ringing in your ears.
It’s listening to that tick and wondering if your motor is going to explode before you get home.
It’s sleeping behind dumpsters.
It’s racing rain clouds.
It’s hiding under overpasses when you lose that race.
It’s shit beer in a can.
It’s whiskey in flasks.
It’s splitting lanes and riding on the shoulder.
It’s wheelies and burn outs.
It’s sleeping on sidewalks.
It’s that pain behind your shoulder blades.
It’s wobbly legs and numb hands.
It’s bungee cords and ratchet straps.
It’s zip ties and bailing wire.
It’s chain lube and lock tight.
It’s tool rolls and spare parts.
It’s vests, hoodies, and dirty jeans.
It’s grease under your nails.
It’s naps under trees.
It’s riding two up.
It’s feeling like you’ve been there before.
It’s tarps and sleeping bags.
It’s riding through the night.
It’s wet socks, and boots that take days to dry.
It’s flat tires and burnt out bulbs.
It’s falling in love with every girl.
It’s stories from old men at random bars.
It’s flashlights in mouths.
It’s rewiring headlights on the side of the highway.
It’s weird sun tan lines.
It’s long hauls and close calls.
It’s a tour of gas stations and coffee shops.
It’s strip clubs and dirt bags.
It’s pocket knives and carabiners.
It’s camp fires and tall tales.
It’s new friends.
It’s old friends.
It’s being reborn.
It’s feeling alive.
It’s true freedom…
—  Dave Buchanan

There is something about the bigness and real ness of traditional art, something about the way it takes up a room, that’s not accurately described in even the best photos of the finished piece.

This is the first piece I’ve done in this apartment, and I think it’s pretty obvious from the bungee cord strapped across two IKEA benches that I wasn’t willing to look through my closet of art supplies for a proper setup.

Submitted by Mark Bello

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My Art Director EDC. Works for both my office and casual EDC


To be fair, he’d never have expected Molly to be found in this kind of place. This wasn’t exactly her kind of music or her kind of scene. Or at least, it wasn’t as far as he could remember. Was it?

When he really thought about it, there wasn’t actually any reason that she wouldn’t listen to metal, but there wasn’t any reason that she should. And she certainly shouldn’t have come looking like the complete opposite of Molly Hooper in the Lab or Molly Hooper at a fancy dinner or even Molly Hooper out to coffee with her friends.

There wasn’t a scrap of color on her. No bright orange jumper or yellow pants or cherry dotted sweaters.

Maybe it was the juxtaposition of sweet, cheery Molly in black lace and skinny jeans, or maybe it was just the blood red lipstick, but suddenly Sherlock felt ridiculous in his own gloomy clothes.

He knew he should’ve told that pesky mother no. No teenager who’s secretly a rockstar case was worth being found like this by Molly Hooper.

Sure, he blended into the crowd with brightly colored hair and clothes that looked like they’d been through the pits of hell, but Molly would find him effortlessly. And she was never very good at hiding her giggles at his ridiculous costumes.

Especially when he had bits of blue in his hair, and tight, black everything. And fake tattoos. He was regretting the fake tattoos most of all. He was just planning his escape route when she turned his direction, pausing mid-laugh when her eyes caught his.

She immediately snorted in laughter.

“So what now? Did the lead bassist murder someone?” She called out as she worked her way across the crowd. “Or did the drummer break curfew?”

It wasn’t his fault that the rumors that Captain!Chunk had the youngest drummer in the country and the rebellious teenager’s various discretions all appeared to coincide with the run-ins the mysterious ‘masked’ young local celebrity ran into. Still, he didn’t answer her. He opted instead to scowl and look away, ignoring the burning in his cheeks.

“What are you doing here?” He grumbled eventually, arms crossed and posture slouched so that no one else recognized him.

“Well, Meena loves this band and she insisted we come out to see it. I prefer GoGiantGo, but she insisted we had to see these guys.” Molly shrugged and shot him a toothy grin. “You must really like the scene. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you bought an entirely new outfit for the occasion.

“My wardrobe was practically bursting with tight shirts and sad song lyrics,” he said drolly, risking a glance down to her lacy top and bright make up. “Who are you to judge? I’ve seen your closet many times and there’s never been anything remotely punk in them.” He raised an eyebrow at her and she only swatted his arm. She was still smiling brightly, though she’d looked away to search for her friend.

“The outfit isn’t mine, it’s Meena’s. Girls share clothes all the time, Sherlock.”

He scowled again, though he’d taken to searching the stage area for band members moving about. He was behind on his schedule. He was supposed to have worked his way backstage fifteen minutes ago.

“Sherlock, what on earth are you looking for?”

“You don’t think I dressed like this because I wanted to, did you? I’m on a case.”
“I knew that, Sherlock.” She pouted, and he rolled her eyes even as he mentally recalled her bad habit of chewing on her lips when she got angry at him. “What’s wrong with dressing like this? Meena does it all the time. Besides, I rather like it. It’s a nice change of pace.”

“Really, Molly. Don’t tell me you like dressing like a sentimental adolescent.” He caught the eye of an attractive guard whose gaze had just followed the buttocks of a young man travelling his direction. He cast an appreciative smile that direction and licked his lips quickly. That particular trick had gained him access to more than one restricted area. If Molly pouted a little harder because of it, he pretended not to notice. He could always explain later. Probably. Did she really need to know that yes, he was checking to see if the drummer was breaking curfew?

It didn’t take much flirting to convince the very interested security guard to let him through. With the slip of a fake number and a couple of sly winks he’d managed to scurry behind the doors and maneuver his way through the dingy hallway and plywood walls to a room where a girl’s voice boomed through the thin barrier between her and his eavesdropping.

The voice couldn’t belong to anyone older than 14, though he’d heard the drummer was supposed to be at least a year older than that. He dropped to his stomach, peering through the crack in the bottom of the drawer. Dingy sneakers—clearly too big for the feet they covered, as they flopped around while their owner paced. Jeans that were tight at the ankles—not nearly surprising or evidence of anything. Nearly everyone in the crowd wore skinny jeans, unless they were wearing the chained, ballooning monstrosities that the younger punks seemed impressed with.

He’d still not managed any solid evidence.

He slid further up the hallway, finding a pile of things he could stack higher and crouch behind. He had his camera ready, eyes on the door. He just needed it opened briefly, just long enough for one picture. He glanced around carefully, keeping one hear open for the creak of a door. If he allowed enough time for the band to get ready he’d lose his chance. He picked up a bauble from the ground, a prop left from the last show, and chucked it hard at a stack of boxes further down the hallway.

Just as hoped, they toppled over, banging and booming their entire way down. Cords and straps spilled out onto the carpet. He crouched further into the shadow and waited, counting the number of footsteps he heard rushing from the front. Sure enough, his flirty guard was the first one to round the corner and fling open the door, counting heads out loud and worrying with guilty severity over the group.

He spotted the blond haired girl with a too large t-shirt and skinny jeans, mask swinging from her hands and expression scrunched up in annoyance. So he was correct then. Little drummer boy was living the teenage double life. Mommy would be thrilled.

He waited, studying the person more closely. Hair up in a well-practiced, tight bun, tucked under to look inconspicuous. Breasts bound quite well with (probably) an expensive binder. Worn boys clothes. Even the hint of an eyeliner-beard, which would be entirely unnecessary for a masked disguise.


This wasn’t his secret to tell.

As soon as everything settled down and the band scurried onto their stage, Sherlock deleted the photos and waited. He allowed a good amount of time to pass before he slithered through the back exit and snaked his way around to the back of the crowd.

He told himself it was just to reconfirm his discoveries (like he needed to), but really, he did enjoy punkrock Molly Hooper. And by the time he reached her spot at the front of the crowd, she was covered in sweat and jumping to the music with her fist in the air, screaming out lyrics like she’d memorized them from childhood

It was a horrifically endearing sight, and he memorized every detail.

By the time the song ended and intermission allowed her the presence of mind to check around her, he had already begun to sneak away again. He’d been sure that Meena would occupy her attention at least briefly, but it appeared the girl had gone to grab drinks for the intermission.

“God Sherlock, I thought you’d have left ages ago.” She was out of breath and grinning, her ponytail falling apart. “What do you think? Pretty good, right?”

“If you’re into melodrama,” he said it dryly, shifting in his attempt to remove himself frorm the conversation.

“Oh, stop being such a fuddy-duddy. So were you right then?” She smiled, pressed too close to him from the overcrowded room. “Was the drummer breaking curfew?”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I can neither confirm nor deny the age or curfew of the drummer. Child’s work is not really my area.”

“No, but this is exactly your kind of thing. Double-life, mysterious persons hiding in plain sight, possibility of a young prodigy. A misunderstood musician. You know, now that I think about it, this is exactly your scene. You are definitely more into the melodrama than I am.” She nudged him with her elbow, only to roll her eyes when he glared at her.

“Well, I best be going. I’ve no need for copious angst and vicious attacks to my eardrums for the so-called musical artistry of Captain!Chunk.  See you in the lab, Molly.” He stepped away a bit before turning back, struck by a sudden idea. He pulled the camera from his back pocket, called Molly’s name, and snapped a picture really quick of her dolled up, dark lace, sweat covered, once in a lifetime look.

And rushed away before she could catch him.

His client might be skeptical and angry, but at least he’d gotten a picture of punkrock Molly.