Congratulations to the Netflix Drama Series ‘The Crown’ on their 13 Emmy Nominations.
Outstanding Drama Series-The Crown
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series-Claire Foy as Queen Elizabeth II, The Crown
Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series- John Lithgow as Winston Churchill, The Crown
Outstanding Writing for a Drama Series-”Assassins” written by Peter Morgan, The Crown
Outstanding Directing for a Drama Series- “Hyde Park Corner” directed by Stephen Daldry, The Crown
Outstanding Production Design for a Narrative Period Drama (One hour or more)- “Smoke and Mirrors”( Martin Childs, Production Designer; Mark Raggett, Art Director; Celia Bobak, Set Decorater)
Outstanding Casting for a Drama Series-The Crown (Nina Gold, CSA; Robert Sterne, CSA)
Outstanding Cinematography for a Single Camera Series (One hour)-”Smokes and Mirrors” (Adriano Goldman, ACS, Director of Photography)
Outstanding Period/Fantasy Costumes for a Series, Limited Series, or movie- “Wolferton Splash” (Michele Clapton, Costume Designer; Alex Fordham, Assistant Costume Designer; Emma O’Loughlin, Assistant Costume Designer; Kate O’Farrell, Costume Supervisor)
Outstanding Hair Styling for Single Camera Series- “Hyde Park Corner” (Ivana Primorac, Department Head Hair Stylist; Amy Riley, Key Hair Stylist)
Outstanding Main Title Design- The Crown (Patrick Clair, Creative Director; Raoul Marks, Lead Composition and Animator; Javier Leon Carrillo, Look Developer; Jeff Han, Designer)
Outstanding Music Compostition for a Series (Original Dramatic Score)- “Hyde Park Corner” (Rupert Gregson-Williams)
Outstanding Special Visual Effect in Supporting Role- “Windsor” (Ben Turner, Visual Effects Supervisor; Tom Debenham, Consulting Visual Effects Supervisor; Standish Millennas, Visual Effects Producer; Kim Phelan, Visual Effects Producer; Oliver Cubbage, Lead CG Artist; Lionel Heath, Lead Compositor; Charlie Bennett, Lead DMP Artist; Stephen Smith, Lead Roto-Prep Artist; Carmine Agnone, Lead Matchmove Artist)
[Continuing with our list of reasons to watch Timeless, a little belated, to be completed (hopefully) before we hear about the renewal. Really hoping we will get one! #Timeless #RenewTimeless]
#4 THE COSTUMES
It’s wonderful to watch these characters in their costumes. Every week we look forward to where they’re gonna go so we can appreciate the amazing work the wardrobe crew does. It’s educational and fun, and really true to the time periods they’re in. Plus, have you seen Abigail Spencer in all her fantastic costumes? That has got to be the best part of it. There’s not one time period she can’t pull off. The costumes are not limited to the main characters, the extras and guests also have amazing outfits to go with the eras. The whole ensemble is amazing, it feels like going back in time with them.
This was supposed to be made in the week leading to the season finale, but that plummet in ratings left me really down and I had no motivation to continue. SORRY! And then after that real life got kinda crazy. But this shall be finished.
New Disney parks LIMITED RELEASE Dresses.
Part of the Disney parks “princess signature collection”.
Costume featured so far are Cinderella, Belle, and Rapunzel. All retail at a whopping $350.
Super pretty though 😍
I’ve been carefully following the artist and photographer Kirsty Mitchell’s breathtaking Wonderland series over the years, and I’m delighted to see she is self-publishing her own Limited Edition book chronicling her journey. The project has been funded in less than 10 hours via Kickstarter and is one of the fastest funded photobooks of all time.
The fantastical world was created over six and a half years in honour of Kirsty’s mother Maureen who passed away from a brain tumour in 2008, as an escape from reality and a way of coming to terms with her grief. Maureen had been an English teacher and had read her daughter countless fairytales as a child. Kirsty began the project with hair and make-up artist Elbie Van Eeden, and each photograph could take as much as five months of prep work - so I’m really looking forward to seeing behind-the-scenes in the first edition of this spectacular tribute book.
“This year, “Handmaid’s Tale” is a major contender, receiving the following nominations:OUTSTANDING DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING DIRECTING FOR A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING DIRECTING FOR A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING LEAD ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING GUEST ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING SPECIAL VISUAL EFFECTS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE OUTSTANDING WRITING FOR A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING PRODUCTION DESIGN FOR A NARRATIVE CONTEMPORARY OR FANTASY PROGRAM (ONE HOUR OR MORE) OUTSTANDING CASTING FOR A DRAMA SERIES OUTSTANDING CINEMATOGRAPHY FOR A SINGLE-CAMERA SERIES (ONE HOUR) OUTSTANDING PERIOD/FANTASY COSTUMES FOR A SERIES, LIMITED SERIES OR MOVIE That’s right — “Two nominations for directing, with Reed Morano recognized for the pilot and Kate Dennis for Episode 9, “The Bridge.” Nominated for their acting work were Elisabeth Moss, Ann Dowd, Samira Wiley, and Alexis Bledel, while showrunner Bruce Miller was recognized for writing the pilot.“
5th Installment in my Lazy Day verse – it follows Camila and Lauren’s lives as family. This chapter will show more of the pregnancy, more hot times between the girls and an expected visitor from the past.
Warning: G!P Lauren – Don’t like it, don’t read it
“Anonymous said: OMG!!! Imagine a Christmas AU where the reader and clarke get
their Boyfriends Bellamy and Murphy to dress up as Santa Claus (Bells)
and an elf (Murphy) to go to an Orphanage. Clarke and the reader are
dressed as Angels. (Cue grumpy murphy because that elf costume is too
Sooo here is the pre-Christmas gift from me, one of the two Christmas AU requests I got! :) I hope you like it.
Words: 2,332 Warning: mentions of sex, slight cursing, around T-rated?
“Take off your clothes.”
I guess every guy would like to hear this specific sentence leave their girlfriend’s mouth upon closing the door of their apartment behind him. But not when their roommates were there, watching him with meaningful gazes.
John Murphy was startled, freezing in his movements of taking off his jacket.
“What?” he asked suspiciously, looking for clues in my eyes.
I blinked back at him blankly, repeating my demand with a sure nod. “Take off your clothes.”
“Look, Y/N, I’m into a lot of things, but definitely not this,” Murphy shook his head, pointing furiously between Bellamy and Clarke, who were sitting on the couch. The way they raised their eyebrows in unison was something unique to them; they were doing it before they moved together but since then, they’ve developed it to master level.
“What are you talking about?”
“No, what are you talking about?!”
With a heavy sigh, I walked to the glass coffee table which was standing in front of the sofa, supporting a brown paper box. I reached in it, fumbling a bit between the contents before grabbing what I was looking for, and with a daring grin, I lifted it up in the air.
Murphy cocked his head to the side, eyeing the piece with narrowed eyes before spinning around his heels and marching toward the kitchen area.
“Nope,” he said curtly, popping the ‘p’.
A groan slipped from my mouth, and I followed him, dropping the cloth to the box.
“C’moooon, John!” I whined, and mercilessly followed him to the kitchen. He was tired, I saw it in his eyes and the dark circles below them were meaningful as well – I knew he had a straight 8 hours shift at the coffee shop he worked at close to the university, but despite how I wanted to let him rest, I desperately needed him to work with us this time.
Murphy sighed and opened the door of the fridge, leaning into it and sorting through the foods.
“Y/N, that thing is ridiculous, I don’t know what you’ve been planning, but I’m definitely not in the right mood for that…”
“I’ll make you some pancakes, then!” I offered, already jumping fast to the cupboards, searching for floor and sugar. “You must be in the right mood for anything if you eat some pancakes!”
“I’ve spent the last eight hours serving pancakes and cookies and over-priced coffees,” he huffed, taking out a bowl of Bolognese before shaking his head and putting it back. “I don’t want to see any of them the rest of today.”
“Don’t blame and hate the pancakes, hate the people for that!” Judging by the look he gave me right before turning back and setting for a sandwich I’ve made earlier, he didn’t approve of my idea. His movements were robotic and radiated distress. This situation required firm weapons, and I had to declare trump. “We’re going to an orphanage…”
I’ve said these words as he put the hot sandwich into the microwave, making him grow stiff, and with a sigh from deep within his chest, he head-butted the microwave.
“You can’t hold it against me for forever,” he argued somewhat weakly, fore bringing the likely possibility that I’ve already won this argument.
Murphy spent a determinative part of his life in an orphanage. His family has always been poor and his father couldn’t get a real job, so sometimes he stole so they could eat, only that meant he was considered a criminal (small-time, but still), and once when Murphy was around five, he spent a long time in prison because of his continuous criminal activity – he got killed in there by a fellow inmate, which led Murphy’s mother to depression and alcohol. The last one eventually killed her, and from then on, he got put into an orphanage until he got adopted by an elderly couple when he was sixteen.
He rarely talked about his childhood, we’ve actually been dating for a while when he told me he was adopted. He had a soft spot toward orphans, even though he strictly denied it, and I really didn’t want to use it against him, but occasionally, that was the only way. After all, it was for a greater good, charity.
“It’d be really great, just think about it,” I beamed, closing off the distance between us and stood behind him, massaging his shoulders. He leaned into the touch, humming in satisfaction as I worked on his muscles. “You would dress up, and so would Bellamy, and Clarke, and me, and the kids would be sooo happy! You could make those kids happy, even if just for a little while. Don’t you want that?”
“Ah, but an elf, Y/N? Seriously?”
“It’s a University project,” I shrugged. “We volunteered to help them hand out the gifts they collected and they provide the costumes so it’s limited, really…”
Murphy tured around, rolling his eyes, leaned against the counter and placed his hands on my hip. “That’s just so embarrassing… I bet there is an elf-hat, with little bells, right?”
“Nope… The bells are on the elf-shoes…” Murphy groaned and turned around when the microwave beeped. “But no one will see you other than the kids!” I said, trying to brighten up his mood. “You can dress up here, Bellamy will drive us there on back roads or something, and the orphanage has an indoors parking lot, so…”
“Will Bellamy be an elf as well?”
I bit in my lower lip and stayed quiet for a few moments before answering. “No, he’s going to be Santa Claus.”
My boyfriend turned around swiftly, almost scaring me. “Excuse you?”
“What?” I blinked innocently.
“So Bellamy gets to be Santa and totally mask himself beyond recognition, but I will have to parade around in tight-pants and bell sounds?!”
“The guy the Santa costume was made for was around six feet seven inches, so it’s too big even for Bellamy!” I argued, before adding, with a flirty grin: “And you fit for an elf, anyway, with your big blue eyes and stuff…And I’m totally not complimenting you to get into your pants.”
“No, you’re complimenting me to get me into those pants,” he squinted toward the box.
“Aww, c’mon, John!” I stepped closer, drumming along his arm with my fingers.
“Be my sexy elf?”
“Christmas elves are not sexy.”
“They are, if you are that Christmas elf!”
When Murphy closed his eyes and groaned, I knew I’ve won.
“Y/N!” Murphy shouting my name wasn’t a good thing – not when I wasn’t there, having sexy times with him. With that uncomfortable shame lurking below my skin, I got up from the couch where I was sitting with Clarke and Bellamy, and slithered over to the bathroom to crack the door open and peek inside. When I saw my Murphy, I accidentally let my mouth hang open.
My boyfriend was standing in the middle of the bathroom, dressed in all of his Christmas elf glory – a red elf hat with a little white bobble hanging to the side and green brim, which was only hidden behind the plastic pointy-ears he wore.
He also wore a green tunic with red, triangular collar, and a red-and-green striped tights. He was standing with his arms crossed, the grumpiest expression on his face, and every moment he drummed with his right leg, the little bells on his shoes tinkled.
“These shit-load of pants are so tight, Will Ferrell and Jimmy Fallon could sing about them!” he complained huffily.
The laugh was the exact opposite of what my angel-costume would’ve required.
The orphanage was in the suburbs of the city, which combines with our downtown apartment and the massive amount of snow that have fallen in the past days, meant we had to spend two hours in the car, listening to Murphy whine about how his pants were so tight on his crotch, he was sure the kids were going to get scared for life if he’s going in like that. But we made it. The workers helped us pack in all the presents the University got donated, and we placed them on the corridor outside the mass hall they’ve pointed out as the place of festive.
First, we’ve gone inside without the presents – but the kids were so happy anyway! Some of them, the younger ones, watched in awe, pointing at us, clearly believing Bellamy’s ‘ho-ho-ho’ as the sign he was the real Santa. There were so many of them, they barely fit in the hall, although it was pretty big, and most of them didn’t have a recent seat but they sat on the floor, anyway.
I remained close to Murphy – I saw his jaw clench as he stepped inside, so I softly reached toward his hand and intertwined our fingers. He sent me a warm, thankful glance before forcing a smile on his face.
I couldn’t imagine how awful it must’ve been for all the kids in there, with no real parenting or love, always poor and hopeless… When I thought how Murphy spent more than seven years in a place like this, seven Christmas spent without the love and affection he’d have deserved, my throat clenched. I blinked out the tears in my eyes, and continued to smile and after a while, handed out the presents with Clarke and Murphy handed out candy sticks.
The kids were really sweet, they lighted candlesticks and sung carols for us. Some of them, when they saw their presents, started to cry – and in that moment, I knew that it was worth it. Even if it was Christmas Eve, and I kinda longed for the couch, but when the umpteen little kid came to me and told me this is their best Christmas ever, I knew it was worth it.
And nothing, not even the crumbling plastering or the cold outside, or Santa Claus on fire (okay, so maybe we should’ve paid more attention to put the candles further away from Bellamy’s costume) could ruin it. Not even Murphy’s grumpiness, which was evident.
After we’ve finished, Murphy was the first to hurry out of the orphanage while Clarke, Bellamy and I remained inside for a further more minutes, accepting the endless thank you-s, and saying goodbye for the hundredth time. I didn’t mind, seeing as he was uncomfortable with gestures like these. As soon as I could, I gave the detachable wings of my costume and the halo headband to Clarke, and rushed after Murphy, finding him outside, in the parking lot, slowly walking toward the car.
The air was chilly, my breaths coming out as white little puffs, and I rubbed my arms for warmth.
“Hey, Jolly!” I shouted, already running after him. Murphy looked back with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk curving up the side of his mouth. When I caught up to him, he laid his arm around my shoulder, his body-warmth comforting. “You have to admit, it was pretty cool, wasn’t it?”
“What did you say, Y/N? I can’t hear you over the sound of how dead my testicles are inside these pants,” he fake-lamented humorously. I playfully pushed his shoulder.
“Language, Jonathan Murphy! There are little kids around!”
“All the little kids are inside,” he shook his head, his tone getting more serious by the second. “They probably will be there for years to come.”
My heart sunk for a moment, the smile melting from my mouth like snow at spring. “You did the right thing, though,” I murmured, taking the hand he had around my shoulder between mine and caressing it. “They were really happy. You can’t change their status, but you made the best of tonight.”
“Yeah, sure,” Murphy rolled his eyes.
“Hey!” I puffed my cheeks, pinching his, making him reach there and rub his stinging skin with a scowl. “It’s Christmas, don’t be so down, have fun! Hey, hey, you know what? Care for some songs? No? Too bad! Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, fa la la-“
Murphy suddenly clasped his hand against my mouth, muffling my words. “Alright, alright,” he laughed, making me want to smile from ear to ear, too. “I’m Jolly, I’m Jolly all around, don’t you hear my freaking shoe-bells jingle?” Murphy raised one of his legs, and shook his feet, making the tiny bell tinkle furiously. “I’m Jolly. Just don’t sing.”
I reached for his hand, and moved from my mouth, taking it between mine steadily, making him halt in his steps. I pulled him closer with a smile which reflected his – I really liked these moments, when he was genuinely happy, no bitterness, no anger, no sadness, no bitchiness, no nothing, just he and his contagious smile.
Murphy placed his warm hands on my back, giving me warmth which that long white dress I wore didn’t give to me. I actually started to feel really cold, but didn’t have the mood to move away from Murphy.
When he saw me leaning on him, he did the same with me, making our lips touch around halfway, my lips gently sliding over his slowly, and I felt his hands caressing my sides absent-mindedly. I reached down and enlaced our fingers on both of our hands, lightly pushing against him. When he pulled away, I felt a stung of emptiness, so I leaned back for a swift peck. And another. And a third one.
“Hey, is it a candy stick in your pants or are you that happy to kiss me?” I beamed cheekily.
A wide smirk appeared on Murphy’s mouth as he said,” You know how you could make me really happy? You and me, our clothes on the bedroom floor… Get what I’m suggesting here? Though I’d prefer to have you dressed up as you are…”
“You know what? I’ll keep my costume on… If you keep your ears on.”
“Damn, you can have me any way you want, sweet cheeks.”
This is my 4-year-old son cosplaying as Mettaton Ex from the game Undertale.
Mettaton is his all-time favorite character. He loved walking around the con and striking his signature pose for the legions of MTT fans desperate for a photo of their favorite star. ;)
His armor and belt buckle are made of 2mm foam, all pieces attached with velcro for convenience, comfort, and adjust-ability of size. The sleeves and belt are made from Yaya Han 4-way Metallic fabric, which is AMAZING. The sleeves are detachable for comfort (trying to keep the costume cool since he’s so young and most cons here are in the middle of the summer.) and the belt has long strips of velcro so it will adjust as he grows. Obviously his hair is the wrong color - he wouldn’t tolerate a wig and we decided against hair dye.
The under garments for the costume are a black tank top and black capri leggings - again, more concerned with his comfort and ability to beat the heat than anything else. Very important factors when designing a costume for someone with limited communication skills! If you’re not positive that they can inform you of the symptoms of heat exhaustion or heat stroke, make sure that you plan for their comfort and keep them cool and hydrated!
I am the photographer and creator/finder of all aspects of his costume, including the cosplayer himself, though I always ask his permission before taking or sharing photos of him. Toby Fox is the creator of the character.