costume rental

So I work at a costume shop, and this last Christmas I helped a lot of Santa’s find their costumes in our rentals department. One stuck out more than others. They called in ahead of time to reserve their costume which isn’t unusual. But then afterwards he asked if we sold adult diapers. I laughed thinking he was joking but when I realized he wasn’t joking, I nervous Lee told him no. He said he didn’t wants to have to take off all of the costume accessories in order to use the bathroom. Then he asked where he could get some. I suggested a nearby supermarket. When his costume was returned, we made sure to wash it extra well before sending it out again,
Sansan Drabble Challenge! by mademoiselle_k | 98 - “The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
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“It’s not what you think!”

Sansa snorted at the memory. She was being so cruel. Sandor’s influence was rubbing in.

She didn’t have time for his silly fantasies. “The store ran out of Easter eggs,” she said while going to the kitchen. She had bought some chocolate tablets, needed to melt them and mold them into bunny and egg forms.

“Fucking Bunny costume” she heard Sandor say from the other room.

Silly Sandor. His bunny costume was a rental. The one she had hidden was bought. She squeed thinking about the surprised look on his face after the egg hunt.

Children’s birthday Party (Dad H)

I wrote the little fluffy story espacially for @littlewhitelies1403 ❤️❤️❤️

Harry has only been home for two days ,and you know he’s tired. It’s Saturday morning, and he must have been awake since 4 o’clock because the jet lag prevents him from a peaceful and deep sleep. Your alarm clock rings at 7 a.m. You have a smile on your lips as you sneak into the living room. He sits on the sofa and has the remote in his hand. He does not see you. You sneak up from behind and slide both hands over his chest, which is covered by a white V-neck shirt. His hair is as always, in a messy bun.

“Good morning,” you whisper. He smiles and his hands stroke gently over yours. You have missed his strong hands.

“Good morning, love,” he says in his raspy morning voice. You sigh. How long since you’ve heard his morning voice? You close your eyes and bury your nose in his hair. You missed his scent;  you missed every piece of him so much. You bend over the backrest and kiss him. Your shirt, actually his shirt, slides up, so your worn out red panties show.

He gives you a tired smile.

“Harry, I told you. I can do this by my own!” You walk around the sofa and sit next to him.

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dammit-mulder  asked:

hey corey, this is a bit of a shot in the dark but i'm trying to buy a men's waistcoat for something and wanted to know if you had any recommendations for places to look. it seemed like something you'd possibly have thoughts on. thanks!

Of course!  I am always willing to rant about my clotheshorse habits at the drop of a hat.  (I hope you don’t mind that I’m answering publicly.  If it is at all an issue lemme know and I’ll fix that.  But I figure blathering about where I buy clothes might be of interest to some folks.)

A lot of it (obviously) depends on the style you’re looking for and your budget expectations.  I’m really lucky to have some thrift stores nearby with a donation pool that comes from some wealthy areas, so I’ve lucked into great pieces that way, but YMMV.  Cincinnati also has a super fucking fantastic store called Talk Of The Town, which is a (I shit you not) vintage clothing store/costume rental house.  Every item has a rental price and a purchase price, and the woman who owns the place is really nice and really fun and gives price cuts for really minor cosmetic flaws.  I’d see if there are any similar places near you, since rental houses often have more items than they know what to do with and may have a “for sale” section.  I’m not sure of your height, but given your body type you may be able to find vintage waistcoats in your size for really cheap.  I can almost never find any, since no one my size even existed in the 1920s.  Not literally, but you know what I mean.

That said!  For modern clothes my first stop is almost always Macy’s.  People’s eyes bug out when I tell them that, which is understandable, because their women’s clothes tend to be bland and uninspiring, but their men’s stuff is G R E A T.  Seriously.  That bright red velvet vest I got for my birthday?  $20 bucks off the clearance rack.  Their website is pretty solid, too, so you’re not missing out on any deals by shopping web only.  And, since they’re in a nosedive because retail is an all-consuming tirefire, they keep throwing massive sales to try to beg people to buy their clothes.

Express Men is another solid choice for fast fashion, and they do some weird experimental stuff.  My favorite vest of all time is from there, a black velvet double-breasted number with a silk shawl collar.  H&M is similar, though again I fit in NOTHING they make so I don’t own anything of theirs myself.  Great prices though.

Men’s Warehouse is home to some of the world’s ugliest dress wear, but if you need a basic tux vest and don’t mind everything feeling like its made out of recycled prom dresses, you could do worse.

If you’re looking for something of a slightly more period bent but can’t find any reliable vintage clothing, consider  They’re garbage, but they do have a good selection.  Their quality has gone farther and farther downhill in recent years, though, so caveat emptor.

If you want to spend some serious money for a piece of clothing that will last you for years, and you also happen to love tweed, WALKER SLATER.  WALKER SLATER WALKER SLATER WALKER SLATER.  AUGH.  I WANT ONE SO BAD.  I NEED IT IN MY LIFE.  THEIR WAISTCOATS ARE LIKE 120 BUCKS ONCE YOU HAVE THEM SHIPPED TO THE US BUT HOT FUCK SUCH BEAUTIFUL FABRICS.  I COULD DIE.


Overall, though, finding vests still sucks.  They were Such A Thing like three years ago (which I didn’t like for exactly this reason) but no stores actually carried them, and now no stores carry them AND ebay prices have SKYROCKETED compared to what they were.  Trendiness is the enemy of success.

Oddly, depending on the style and cut and fabric you want, and how frequently you intend to wear it, you may want to consider getting a vest custom made (which is something I’ve been poking with a stick lately.) . There are a TON of really fantastic cosplay and costume makers out there who charge nothing for their services compared to if you asked, say, a traditional tailor for make you a bespoke vest.  If you find a pattern you like, look for good deals on fabric, and recycle some buttons, you may be able to get a piece made to fit you for less than you’d expect.

But if you can’t afford a personalized bespoke clothing item, store bought is fine.

(I had to.)

If I think of any others I’ll let you know!

Mycroft, the smart one, is watching a cheesy, almost porno-level of dialog, movie that looks like a black and white classic but is apparently an invention, a… pastiche. He knows this movie so well he mouths the dialog along with it, with apparent glee.

He is interrupted by John and Sherlock’s clown prank. “That was insane, why would he do that?” Mycroft says. Indeed, homeless network, rental costume, sure, but some of the elements… how did they make the paintings weep blood? WHY did they go that far?

To get to the truth, we – I mean, Mycroft had to be scared that bad.

(Seriously though, why would bbc let one of their flagship dramas have a finale w/o hyping it, even if it was bad… would they be so *disappointing*? And wouldn’t a Piccadilly circus thing in advance of a 4th ep BE that kind of hype? I’M NOT SAYING, I’M JUST SAYING)

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: Kimmy Schmidt [ENTP]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING by howtotallyamazing

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): After being rescued from the bunker, Kimmy stays in New York after being on the Today show with the fellow mole women. She’s fascinated by all of the new things that have sprung up within the last fifteen years since she’s been down in the bunker and wants to see the world beyond the bunker and the small town she lived in. Kimmy is good at seeing connections in her external environment. She’s adaptable and resilient, especially when Xan insists on trying to pick her apart to find what she’s been “hiding” from everyone, and often helps Titus brainstorm ideas - such as finding a loophole to get a security deposit back from the costume rental shop. Despite the brainwashing she encountered in the bunker, once in her own environment, Kimmy is able to draw conclusions about people and their true intentions - she’s quick to realize that the GED teacher could care less about actually teaching his students. Often, she gets caught up in the novelty of things.

Introverted Thinking (Ti): Kimmy is endlessly fascinated by how the world has changed in fifteen years though she doesn’t understand things like what “googling” means or what “Molly” is. She goes to great lengths to figure out how things work and how to fix things. She exhausts all of her options to get her job back from Jacqueline after she is initially fired. When it looks like the prosecutors will lose their case against the Reverend and the mole women are locked in the bunker (again), she’s determined to find something in the bunker to help win his case - she doesn’t see what relevance the tape they found has at first until she sees the time stamp and using her Ne/Ti, comes to the conclusion that the reverend was lying about the world ending as he taped his audition to be a contestant on The Apprentice right when the world was supposedly about to “end”.

Extroverted Feeling (Fe): Kimmy is very sensitive to the feelings of others and is quick to comfort or help them. When Jacqueline is upset about the idea of her husband cheating on her, Kimmy willingly helps her in a scheme to expose his cheating. She goes through hoops to convince Titus she can be a good roommate and helps him with his quests. When Kimmy uses her Ne/Ti when a rat is found in the bunker after the supposed end of the world and the Reverend challenges her and tells her to send Gretchen out to see if her claims are true, Kimmy backs down for the sake of Gretchen’s welfare. She confesses first to Titus and eventually to Jacqueline that she’s one of the “mole women” because trying to keep up the lie bothers her. At first she refuses to testify at the Reverend’s trial but after realizing it is the right thing to do, she finally summons up the courage that she has to be the one to help put him away.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Using her knowledge of how she survived life in the bunker, Kimmy uses the same methods to help her survive out in the real world and even uses it to dispense advice to Jacqueline. She’s able to see that the spin class that her and Jacqueline are a part of is really a cult because of her experience with being in the cult. She relates a lot of pop culture references - typically from the 90’s - to what she’s experiencing in present time.

Monster Movie - Part 3

Word Count: 3520

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, cheesy fluff. 

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You waved Sam back when you saw him walk into the bar. You were in a booth toward the back with Dean and a very shaken Jamie, trying to figure out how to explain everything to her, including the bet which you thought would piss her off but only served to make her laugh.

“Hey. You guys alright?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Dean nodded. “And we think we know what’s going on.” Dean pulled a towel out and laid it down on the table. “Part of it, at least.” Sam opened the towel to find Dracula’s ear.

“Uh, the ear part?” Sam asked in confusion.

“I ripped it off Dracula’s stupid head.” You grumbled. “Touch it.” Sam touched the ear with the tips of his fingers and scrunched his face in disgust. “Feel familiar at all?”

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Halloween: From Freaks to Spirit Halloween and why we hate this Holiday

Let’s call this person Mari. Mari and I were good friends and we work together at Joanne Fabrics.

Mari and my other coworkers knew I cosplay a lot. Coworkers are okay with it and they think its neat, Mari doesn’t.

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Little S*** of Nightmares

Last week we were doing ‘Little Shop of Horrors’. On the morning of the get-in we discovered the plant we’d hired was too big to fit through the doors to the theatre, despite having given the hire company the door measurements. We had a war council and ended up with a ‘Crisis Response Unit’ (C.R.U. - see what we did there?!) which then built a singing, man eating plant in 16 hours in time for the opening night the next day. It lasted the whole 5 night run and never have I been more scared on an opening night or more proud of what crew can achieve when we put our minds to it!

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Anyone else frustrated with the costume contest in New Orleans? : comiccon

This appeared on my FB from a wonderful family I’ve gotten to know:

Heroes” of Cosplay, and Close encounters of the horrible kind…

The Costume Contest from Hell

My children and I (and a friend with a tin dog) spent months working on costumes and thousands of dollars in fees, costume supplies, hotel room, rental van, food, and more fees to attend Wizard World Comic Con New Orleans. We were really looking forward to entering the costume contest as a group, not as serious competitors, but for one purpose and one purpose only: to help my autistic son have life experiences that are memorable and worthwhile that move him forward and help him grow and be happy. He LOVES Doctor Who and conventions and cosplay. LOVES them. So, in my naivete, I decided that even though the SyFy channel’s questionably ethic’ed show Heroes of Cosplay was filming at the venue, we would be okay if we kept our focus and stayed true to our family goals of fun and cosplay.

See, without a goal (a costume contest), it is hard to get anyone really to finish something at any sort of level of excellence. I want my children to understand that hard work is its own reward, and that we work hard so that WE will gain the benefits of the work. Winning is really not a goal in and of itself, and if it happens, it is simply one extra bit of fun. So, I had practiced with my son what he would do, helped him visualize how it would be, and prepped him for some waiting in line work (which is excruciating for autistic kids, but VERY important to keep experiencing so they develop strategies and skills for doing it on a small scale in daily life).

Here is the timeline of depraved indifference shown to the contestants of the Group Costume Contest, courtesy of “Heroes of Cosplay” and Wizard World Comic Con New Orleans:

6:30 PM—the call time. We arrived early (6:00 PM) so we could get in the front of the line so that my son would be done as quickly as humanly possible.

6:55 PM—the line is told we are in the wrong place and moved further away from the entrances to the hall.

7:20 PM—cameras following some people I did not recognize came through the line and did some interviews with line members and what I presume were cast members of the show. They stayed for a few minutes and departed.

7:25 PM—first encounter with anyone official from Wizard World Comic Con New Orleans and we are told to line up in number order, groups on the wall side, solo competitors on the opposite side by the escalators.

7:45 PM—the solo competitors were called individually by name, which took forever, and marched into the backstage area. We were told we would be waiting approximately 45 minutes until we would get to go on.

8:15 or so—someone came out who worked for Wizard world and said it would be 20-45 more minutes, without really explaining why.

Then, everyone official just vanished, like they’d gone backstage and friggin’ died.

9:15 or so (I’m starting at this point to lose track of time, as my son decompensates further and further and we have to work every single minute to keep him calm and focused, thinking “surely, since the audience is leaving in droves that any minute now we’d get to go do our 1 minute thirty second thing and go home”)—an official from Wizard World Comic Con New Orleans came out and informed the groups that there would be a 45 minute break while THE JUDGES CHANGED COSTUME.

Wait, what?

I cannot stress this enough: this was the most ridiculous moment in the whole evening for me. My son had not been out of his costume for well over three hours at this point. He had not been able to eat dinner exactly because we figured we could get food when we were done, since we had gotten there early on purpose so we’d be in the front of the line, and to hear this was offensive and hurtful. The judges were changing costume, presumably getting refreshments and having a smoke break. We’d been sitting on the floor for hours.

At this point we also discovered that the awards ceremony for the solo competitors had already happened, which explained the audience leaving in droves we’d witnessed earlier.

10:00 PM—yep, that’s right, 10:00 PM and we’re still in the hall. A dude brought us some water and there was some perfunctory apologizing from the Wizard World Comic Con New Orleans staff, and the stars of the Heroes of Cosplay were wandering around now in our line a bit.

10:30 PM—we are hurried (wait, give me a break, NOW WE are expected to hurry because you are barking orders at us) to a backstage area, where the line is informed that there is not enough time for anyone to be allowed to do their skits. The line behind is growing restless, if not possibly murderous…

I went to a Wizard World official and begged them to let my son just go do his thing. He was crying, overwhelmed, and traumatized by all that had happened and all I wanted at that point was to get him on stage, let him do the skit and go home. I chose to sacrifice actually competing so that he could have some closure on the evening, and to Wizard World’s credit, they did in fact let us do just that. There were no judges to see him, because they were still not out yet, but that’s okay. My son had made it through four hours of all of that and only lost it when the adults were chanting and stomping “Let us Go! Let us GO!”

10:50 PM We are allowed to do our skit for the audience members, but not for the judges, who were not there yet.

I would like to thank the Wizard World person who made the decision to let our little skit happen. I feel for the people in line who went through all of this and were not allowed to even do what they came to do. I will never watch Heroes of Cosplay again, and I plan on sharing my story with SyFy, all of the shows sponsors, Wizard World, and anyone else who loves cosplay.

Before anyone asks me “why don’t you just put him in the children’s contest?” I’m going to point out that by and large the children’s contests I’ve seen are not about excellence and this one was no exception. It was a photo op for parents and a toy grab for kids. No awards were given. I cannot teach my children about excellence if there is no standard to aspire to. Besides, I prefer to cosplay as a family whenever possible, for reasons that have more to do with his disability than anything else. We do this together because it means something to us. It’s fun, it’s worth it, even when it’s hard and disappointing.

A final bit of opinion from an angry, hurt mom: There are a thousand better ways to handle this. If you are having two separate contests (solo and group), schedule them at different times. If you want to show off your television show prowess, do it as an exhibition at the end, publicize it as such, and make it special for everyone, and then you can make it perfect and beautiful and knock the socks off of all the competitors and set a standard all of us would like to aspire to, but please don’t pretend you are competing with us.


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anonymous asked:

Know of any cool costume internships/apprenticeships in los angeles?

Disneyland does Costume internships at the park every year. 

Apprenticehsips aren’t really a thing, unless you are already close friends with a Costume Designer or Supervisor. Even then, you probably need to enter the Costumers Union. 

BUT, working at a costume rental house for 30 days, automatically gets you into the Union. It also teaches you A LOT about the industry. I’d start there. 

If you are looking to become a film or tv costume designer/costumer. I recommend picking up Costuming for Film by Holly Cole. It will literally teach you EVERYTHING. E V E R  Y  T H I N G you need to know. Its a bible. 

A Real Horse’s Ass

13 Days of Halloween, October 21 (day 3): Costume malfunctions. Also on AO3.


“Come on, Dex, it’s a classic.”

“There is no way.”

“It’ll be funny!”

“That’s easy for you to say when you’ll be the horse’s head. I’m the one who has to walk around bent over all night with my head in your ass.”

Not that Dex entirely minds the prospect of staring at Nursey’s ass all night. But if he has to risk an aching back to do so… he’ll pass.

“It will be hot and sweaty, and we’ll both have to keep our arms inside the costume, so we won’t even be able to drink anything! Absolutely not, you are not winning on this, Nursey.”

Nursey wins on this. Of course. And it’s even worse than Dex had thought possible.

He can’t see anything from the back half of the horse costume, so he’s stuck wandering blindly, hoping against hope that Nursey doesn’t slam him into a fellow partygoer, or a piece of furniture, or a wall. That goes about as well as might be expected. What genius decided to put the klutz in charge of navigation? Dex will have bruises up and down his shins tomorrow.

Worse, the cheap rental costume smells like something crawled up inside it and died. Dex gags for the tenth time that night.

“I’m serious, Nurse,” he pleads. “I just need to get out of this costume and get some fresh air for five minutes. I’m dying back here.”

“Chyeah, no,” Nursey rebuffs him yet again. “This party is slamming. Everybody loves the two-man horse! You can’t leave now! Just chill for a few more minutes. Yo, Holster! Toss me another Natty Light!”

Another Natty Light?

Dex straightens up as best as he can manage under the drape connecting Nursey’s horse head to his horse tail, and switches on his phone’s light.

Holy shit.

Nursey has both hands sticking out of the drape, and he’s gesticulating with the horse head in his left hand while holding a can of beer in his right. That asshole’s been drinking it up the whole party while Dex has been stumbling around, bent over staring at the ground, and walking into one obstacle after the next!

“If I can’t take a break, can you at least pass me a beer? It might make this whole miserable experience marginally more tolerable,” Dex implores, sticking one hand out of the drape.

Nursey smacks his hand away. “Don’t ruin the effect!”



The last fraying thread on the suspenders holding up Nursey’s pants gives way. The pants pool about his feet, exposing his happy-face boxers.

Dex definitely couldn’t have warned Nursey sooner that his suspenders were falling apart.

He definitely doesn’t have any idea what caused the last thread to break when it did.

Now just might be a good time to take that break…