fold downing



These are super fun to make and they smell friggggin awesome and look super cute. awesome for rituals and for decoration and for smelling awesome, could be a cool gift, could sell em’ or just whack this tutorial straight in your grimoire for later use, you name it kiddie winks. IMA TEACH U 

1) PICK YO SELF SOME LAVENDER! if you don’t have lavender in your garden, you need to get some. but in the mean time, head over to your local botanical gardens or a park area or a shop or your friends place, anywhere where you can get yourself some freshly picked lavender. Begin with an uneven number of stalks, the bigger the bundle the bigger your wand.

2) GETCHO SELF SOME CUTE ASS PURPLE RIBBBON, and tie it just below the flowers. 

3) THEN UR GONNA WANNA fold the stalks down evenly over the flower head bundle.

4) WEAVE YO’ RIBBON over and under each stalk, around and around, until you have enclosed the entire flower head.

5) TIE OFF YO RIBBON at the bottom.

6) GIVE YO FINISHED WAND a roll between your palms to release that wonderful lavender fragrance1111111!!!!



- @indigo-amethyst

Why Park Bo Gum is Such A Beautiful Man

He has a sweet boyfriend image

and so much swag! 

He can play the piano and sing.  

He’s not pro with cello but he still looks good playin’ it. 

He gives warm hug to his bro.

He’s good even when he’s bad. 

He wud be the best view when waking up. 

He swings that wand with bravado.

He knows how to enjoy his food. 

And sometimes he can’t wait to eat his food.

He doesn’t drink or smoke, he keeps his body with healthy lifestyle. 

He haz those deep clear eyes that you want to dive into. 

He is cute and adorable as a boy,

yet hot and sexy as a girl. 

He automatically grooves with his feeling. 

He enjoys his time and dances the stress away. 

He glows with excitement like a moonlight. 

He turns to positive thing when he’s down. 

He folds his blanket after woke up. 

He looks good as a delinquent student…

and even better as a fresh office worker. 

He can play evil role perfectly on screen. 

He’s friendly and kind with fan service in real life. 

He’s not really confident in driving and feels better with taking a subway. 

He automatically sets table for his seniors. 

He enjoys rice really well and even earns nickname Bap Bo Gum (bap = rice) 

He is perfect for many food commercials from rice, chicken, ramen to pizza

He lingers in our mind with that playful smile. 

He’d be your dreamy date at the amusement park. 

But after all he’s just a human like us who gets panicked on a scary ride

and needs a good night sleep. 

So that’s why we love Park Bo Gum. With so many good things in the future, this young talented actor will always be our favorite. 

See ya on the next project. 


this was gonna be a tutorial and i guess it still is but if anything it’s just a really long and drawn out “essay” on drawing people with epicanthic folds. one of my biggest pet peeves is people drawing asian people exclusively with the same type of eye they’d give white people or anyone else who typically doesn’t have the fold! however i know that most people are taught with the standard white person eye (google image search for “eye” and it’ll all be pictures of white people’s eyes) so learning to draw epicanthic folds is a consciously learned thing. 

therefore i bring you this, which attempts to break the mechanics of epicanthic folds down into something that’s a bit easier to digest and implement in your own art! 

style can be argued i guess but it’s not that hard to stylize eyes with folds if you do proper observation and research. eyes with epicanthic folds are as diverse as eyes without so it’s not like you have to adhere to a strict model for them (although many people think that you have to) and all it takes to distinguish the two in stylized art (and even in semi/realism once you think about it) is a few lines! like i said this is a learned process but it’ll make your asian characters (and characters of other races even) a bit more interesting and believable.


The Divacup, Mooncup, Keeper, Lunette (and other brands) and the Instead/Softcup are also choices if someone wants something insertable that is also reusable and which is not a tampon. Because cups contain flow – rather than pulling flow and all vaginal fluids into something absorbent like tampons do, which also can cause some serious vaginal dryness – they can help limit extra cramping.

Here are some recommended steps for using a cup.


First, wash your hands with a mild, un-perfumed soap and water. When using the cup for the first time, you can lubricate it with water or a water-based lubricant to aid insertion.


Fold the cup in on itself as shown in the picture. To do this squeeze the cup flat then fold it in half so that the rim makes a ‘C’ shape as illustrated here.

Punch down fold or shell fold is another folding method. The cup is smaller to insert but depending on unique anatomy this fold might take a few tries to get open.

7 Fold or Triangle Fold is a nice fold if you’re having ‘cup insertion challenges.’


Hold the cup firmly in its folded position and guide it rim-first into the vagina.


You can insert the cup while sitting, standing or squatting; spreading your legs will facilitate insertion. You‘ll find the correct position in the vagina by practicing and getting to know your own anatomy. Unlike a tampon, the cup is positioned in the lower part of the vagina, but beyond the pelvic bone. In order to avoid leaks, make sure that the cup has opened properly by rotating the cup after insertion.


To remove the cup, first wash your hands in clean water and relax your muscles. Break the seal by squeezing the bottom part of the cup until you feel or hear the suction release. Now gently rock the cup from side to side while pulling down. Be sure not to pull it out by the tab alone – this will cause the contents to spill and may cause discomfort. Always pull the cup out while pinching the ridged bottom of the cup. Be careful not to damage the tab or cup with your nails. Tip the contents into the toilet.


Cups should first be rinsed in cold water, so that menstrual blood does not stain the cup or cause odors. Then, wash the cup carefully in warm water and soap to clean it sufficiently before reinsertion. Use mild, perfume-free soap for washing.


When your period is over, wash the cup carefully and store it in the bag it comes with or make your own container, and never store it in an airtight plastic container or bag. The cup should be cleaned before and after your cycle, and after emptying.

Do you use a cup? If so, what do think of it?

anonymous asked:

Do you reckon dylan has hooded eyes? You can see it clearly in the morning ritual video where he lifts his eyebrows. Sorry this isn't really important/relevant in any way

Yes, Dyl had hooded eyes, for sure. :)  

Hooded eyes feature excess skin folding down from the brow bone to the lash line, which obscures your crease, shrinks your eyelids and can make you look drowsy. 

 I particularly like that alluring sort of feature about him and the way his hooded eyes sloped downward on the end while his brows angled up and outward.  As you can see, it is very important and relevant… ;) 

Originally posted by shiniestklebold









Alfie Solomons getting jealous when a stranger flirts with you at a bar would include:

- Him absolutely destroying the vicinity in anger, smashing tables, chairs and glasses whilst everyone looks on in horror and confusion.

- Him muttering all the violent things he’d do to the bastard who’d dare to talk to his lady as he paces up and down, arms folded and head bowed.

- Him charging straight up to the guy, grabbing ahold of his collar before forcing his head into the corner of the bar, whilst yelling how he better pray to his God if he wants to survive.

-Explaining to him that you weren’t flirting with the random guy, that he just decided to invade your personal space giving you no choice but to talk back however reluctantly! Alfie believes you without a doubt after observing the whole situation transpire from afar.

-Him looking frenzied with blood splattered across his face but you could see the worry hidden behind his eyes.

- Going home and showing him who you really belong to.

(GIF not mine, credit goes it’s owners)

so i’ve been thinking

the modern equivalent of sasuke’s high collared shirts would be if he popped the collar to polo or button down shirts

also he would leave the first few buttons undone and tie a purple hoodie around his waist because aesthetic; not once has hinata seen him wear the hoodie normally, even when the temperature dipped into the fifties. he just wore a sweater or different hoodie when it was cold.

he thought he looked good but hinata was secretly bothered by his fashion choices - good color schemes but strange execution

frankly she had trouble remembering his name, she just knew he hung around naruto and she fought the impulse to fold down his collars and maybe button up his shirts for the entirety of her high school experience

but then again she wore nothing but extremely baggy hoodies until she graduated so she wasn’t sure if she was in the right place to talk about fashion

anyways they attend the same party when they’re older bc their friend groups overlap and they’re both hanging in a quiet corner, downing their alcohol

hinata might be a talkative drunk, bc she seems like the type to have a strict filter so when she is drunk she expels word vomit. and sasuke is slightly less mean when he’s drunk, his walls come down to an extent.

they’re just sitting in comfortable silence, listening to the music and other sounds of the party when hinata suddenly bursts into a fit of giggles. sasuke looks at her strangely, thinking she must have been smashed af

she keeps trying to say something, but she can’t breathe because she’s cracking up. when she’s able to string together a coherent sentence, in between laughter, she asks, “sasuke… what are you wearing?”

hinata probably (unwittingly) insults the tattered poncho he’s wearing and even offers to get him like a cape or a cloak or something if he likes that style

sasuke is definitely offended because he’s sasuke and they proceed to debate who had the worst fashion sense in high school

five months later, after the birthday party naruto threw for him (and forced him to attend), sasuke opened a neatly wrapped box to find a dark navy cape with a high collar and metal buttons. the material was thick and felt expensive, and the inside was lined with was appeared to be purple silk.

carefully taking off his well-worn poncho, he slipped the cape over his shoulders and fastened the buttons.

sasuke was in love. he mentally bid goodbye to his old poncho and promised to wear the cape religiously.

when he went to put the garment back in its box, he noticed a card. it read “Happy Birthday, Sasuke!” in elegant and flowery script. she signed her name in the corner with “All the best, Hinata” and then, in very small writing at the bottom, there was the sentence “sorry for what I said when I was drunk.”

he let out an incredulous laugh and felt a grin spread across his face. grabbing his phone, he texted naruto.

“hey, what’s hinata’s number?”

Panic! at the Party (707 x MC??? who the heck knows)

//totally needs editing but i don’t want to do that so here ya go

Seven laid sprawled across the couch, his head in MC’s lap and she folded clothes. She glanced down at him once in awhile, watching his lips twitch into an occasional grin as he teased Yoosung over the RFA messenger app. MC placed another folded black tank top on the stack being formed on Seven’s stomach, then picking up the next garment from the basket. Seven’s eyes darted up to the clothing in her hand and clicked his tongue,

“Have you ever considered wearing something more… lacey?” MC held the plain, yet sensible, pair of underwear in her hands, her eyebrow raising in question.

“No, why do you ask?” 707 rolled over, knocking the pile of shirts on his stomach, onto the ground. MC huffed and gathered the laundry off the ground, shoving it into Seven’s chest to refold.

“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t you think it would be more… fun?”

“How fun could panties be when they trade in comfort for style.” MC started folding faster, hoping the conversation to end. Seven cleared his throat and wiggled his eyebrows,

“Well, if they’re really that uncomfortable, I could always remove them for you-” A pair of cat patterned boxers were thrusted into his face, muffling his screams and complaints. MC only hummed and placed the piles of clothes back into the laundry basket, heaving it up to go put it away. Seven threw the boxers down and followed her to his bedroom, standing behind her as she placed his clothes in the dresser.

“Anyways, you know what else you’d look good in?”

“Cat ears.”

“Cat ears!” Seven grinned, his glasses glinting dangerously, “Just imagine how cute you’d be, maybe even cuter than Elly-” The bedroom door slammed shut, signifying that she had left him with his strange fantasies. Seven pursed his lips and followed her to her room, catching her placing the last of her clothing away. “Okay, you’d definitely be cuter than Elly!”

MC spun around with the empty laundry basket in hand, “Is there a reason why you’re pestering me with all this?”

Seven twiddled his thumbs innocently,“So, I had this idea. What if… we held a Halloween party?”

MC raised a brow, “And you want me to show up in cat ears and my underwear?”

“No! Well, maybe- Er, that’s not the point. I’d think it would be fun to have an RFA costume party, you know? Something not as formal as we usual have, something fun!” The two of them had made it back to the living room. MC sat back down on the couch, scrolling through her monthly schedule.

“We seem to be free… But Seven, we’ve only got two weeks to plan, and what you want is going to take a lot more time.”  Seven crossed his arms and sunk into the couch, pouting like a child. He sat like that for a few moments before checking his phone, finding a new chatroom had opened, titled “Halloween Party”.

“Hello, yes, thank you for coming.” MC greeted each guest with a big smile, the drawn cat whiskers on her cheeks rising, Seven had talked her into going as a cat, though she tried to refuse, she finally gave in. Her feet began to hurt from standing in heels, and she was beginning to wonder is she looked silly with a collar and a tail attached to her dress. But nevertheless, she kept a smile on her face, greeting and complimenting each and every guest who walked in.

“MC!!!” She barely had time to turn around before she was tackled into a hug. Yoosung grinned from ear to ear, “You did such a great job!” Yoosung was dressed as his LOLOL character, most likely wanting to impress the guild master, Blood Dragon.

A pair of pale hands covered MC’s eyes, blocking her vision. “Guess who~”

MC tapped her chin playful, “Hmm.. Could it be…” she turned around, “The lovely Zen?”

Zen smiled and bowed, the ears to his werewolf costume falling into his face. His grin turned sheepish as he pushed the headband back up of of his face, “Er, yeah. It’s me.” MC covered her mouth a giggled, the bell on her collar jingling.

Zen’s face scrunched up into a scowl, “Ugh, I see 707 talked you into the ridiculous costume,” he sniffled. “I don’t understand how you can deal with that mistreatment. I swear he loves that cat of Jumin’s more than anything.”

MC rolled her eyes, “Don’t you have fans to entertain?”

Zen flicked her in the nose and winked, “Alright, alright, I’ll get out of your hair.”

Yoosung saluted, “Good luck, MC!” the two of of them went back to the party, leaving MC back to greeting the guests.

MC swore she was losing her mind when a walking bed sheet walked through the door.

“Boo! Did I scare you?” the sheet was lifted to reveal the Oil Prince, “It is only me, it is okay.”

MC smiled and shook his hand, “It is good to see you again. Your costume is very good. The TV is already set to your favorite Korean drama channel-”

“Do you remember my son?” The Oil Prince beckoned forth a figure. He removed his hat, revealing a bald head.

MC smiled and chuckled nervously, “Yes, I remember him…”

“Well, he has trouble finding wife. Mr. Han said yes to you and him to marry!”

“Um… What?”

The Oil Prince laughed and slapped MC in the back, “Oh, you are funny. My son is very lucky man.”

MC’s turned uneasy, like she was going to be sick, “Um, will you excuse me-” the sound of her heels echoed through the hallway as she made her way towards the ballroom.

Jumin was speaking with the Winery Owner, his glasses of red wine adding to his vampire costume that he was forced to wear to attend the party. The Owner’s slurred words were interrupted by MC, she gently placed her hand on his shoulder, a polite smile on her face.

“Excuse me, but I need a speak to Mr. Han for a moment, please.” Jumin placed his wine glass on the tray of a passing waiter and followed MC back to the entrance where the Oil Prince was waiting. MC’s smile was forced and she spoke through her teeth when the two of them made it to the Oil Prince. “Mr. Oil Prince here said you authorized for an arranged marriage between his son and I.”

Jumin blinked then proceeded to stare, “I do not remember-” he shut his mouth, remembering the events from a few days before.

“Mr. Han,” his secretary knocked gently on his door, holding a manilla folder out towards him. “The Oil Prince has sent some papers he’d like you to go over and approve.”

Jumin rubbed his temples and sighed, opening up a chatroom with Jaehee, wanting to complain about his terrible headache and how much he missed Elizabeth III at the moment, “Just approve to whatever he says, he usually is very charitable during the parties and we don’t want to lose those connections.” She nodded and quickly shut the door, the noise causing sharp pains in his head. Deciding to abandon the group chat, he quickly texted Jaehee to cover for him, he was going home sick.

Jumin cleared his throat and bowed his head, “I’m sorry, there seems to be a misunderstanding.” he put on a charming smile, hoping to sway the Oil Prince in anyway.

“No, no, no.”

It didn’t work.

Jumin’s smile faltered, “I’m sorry, what?”

The Oil Prince’s son took MC’s hands and got down on one knee. MC gulped and her voice shook, “Saeyoung-?!”

707 held the fan in front of his face and batted his eyelashes. He twirled the long, red hair of his wig, teasing the head of the Narcissism Clinic and Model Agency. Lake Na was in the middle of a story about how his beauty almost caused a war when Seven’s glasses glinted.

“MC is in trouble.” he threw off his wig and ripped off his maid dress, revealing a knight in shining armor. His two victims’ mouths fell open, now seeing that the cute maid flirting with them was really just 707 crossdressing just to mess with them. They didn’t have time to react before Seven was at the entrance of the party, his arms wrapped around MC’s waist as he pulled her away.

“What the frick frack, patty wack, snick snack, flapjack, snack pack, cracker jack is going on here?”

The four of them just blinked, blown away at how fast he swooped in. He still had his arms around MC as she spoke.

“Well… Jumin here told the Oil Prince that I was eligible for marriage to his son.”

Seven pursed his lips, “Is that so?” MC nodded. “Well, it just so happens-” Seven got down on one knee, pulling out a small box, “Jumin had also told me the same thing.”

“I did?” Jaehee, who had joined the small group forming around the drama, pulled Jumin back so he wouldn’t interrupt the moment.

“So, what do you say, MC? Shall we get married in the space station?”

MC, who had been silent the entire time, nodded. Tears fell from her eyes, washing away the cat whiskers on her face. Seven took her hand, ready to slip the ring on, but was interrupted by the doors slamming open.

“Must win tetris! Take MC a bride!” The Tetris World champion came barging in, throwing MC over his shoulder and ran right back out the door.

MC flailed around, kicking her legs and slamming hr fists into his back, “Saeyoung-!”

Seven jumped to his feet and ran after them, waving his foam sword around. “Hey! Give her back! She’s mine!”

Athlete!Jimin x Reader

Practice was due to start in 10 minutes and you were still trapped on the third floor. Class was running over due to the horrendous scores on the Chem exam but you really didn’t care. 76 was still passing for you and as long as your average wasn’t awful, you were golden. Finally, finally, the ancient of days teacher finished going over the last question and dismissed the class.

You fled the room as quickly as possible to the nearest bathroom. You had 5 minutes to change and get out to the track. In 2 flat, you had your uniform off and a sports bra, crop top, and shorts on. You hoisted your backpack loaded down with books on your back and took off down the hallway, tackling the stairs like the athlete you were. You looked down to your wristwatch and saw it was a minute to go before you had to be out to the field.

You hit the last landing and shoved open the doors, sprinting for the open space without a lick of shade in sight. It was a hot April day and guaranteed to be a sweat out. You flung your heavy backpack to the side and joined the lineup of students. The coach was known for being mean, although well meaning, as he wanted each student to succeed. The captains of the team, two seniors, a boy and girl started drills and you were relieved you made it to time to not get called out to do additional exercises.

You were in the middle of high kicks down the field before you noticed who exactly you were near. Your two girlfriends on the team were on the clear opposite side and you couldn’t join due to you being late. But literally, the hottest guy on the team (if your opinion) was right next to you, black bangs flopping over his forehead as he effortlessly executed the kicks. Your breath quickened as his head turned, and he gave you that crescent-eyed smile he was renowned for.

Before you knew it, you smiled back, teeth and all, dimples and all, not holding anything back because it was Jimin, the sweetie that everyone loved and adored. He was a nice boy, smart and kind, never picked on anyone, and had a diverse group of friends, two who were on the same team on as well.

Hoseok and Jungkook were currently in front of him, the former screaming out to inspire energy in himself and the latter giggling at the antics. Jimin giggled too and your heart melted at the sound of happiness. Kicks were over now and you dropped down to sit and stretch. Your forehead was to your knee when you heard a tentative “hi” from your right side. You turned and Jimin was there, his forehead to his knee too, smiling again and fingers in a wave.

“Hi Jimin,” you greeted, waving back. You two spoke from time to time, seeing as the majority of the year, you two were teammates. Never ate lunch together though, and only shared one class, and sat on clear opposites of the room.

“How was your day?” He asked and the question actually threw you off guard enough to make you lose your count.

“Um…good, I’d say,” you replied. “Now that you’re talking to me,” you thought. “How about you?”

“Excellent!” He replied and smiled again. “Only thing is, it’s so hot today!” He blew air between his lips and you couldn’t help but watch them pucker, the nerve you had before he fanned himself with his free hand.

“Well maybe we’ll get a few clouds come along,” you optimistically said and managed to tear your eyes away from him to search for your friends. They were eyeballing the mess out of you and you knew you’d owe an explanation.

No clouds came along. It was 4:30, no breeze, real feel 85, and you were dying. Or at least you felt like it. A meet was in two days and everyone was timing. Your events were the 400 and 800 so you watched the sprinters go first. Jimin was a sprinter, one of the best in the 100 and 200. He seemed happy with his times although exhausted as he pulled off the track to meet back up with his friends.

Before you knew it and right in the middle of your friend’s sentence, Jimin pulled his shirt off and not even she could complete her thought. A collective hush fell over the girls as all heads swiveled to take in the sight of chocolate abs. Everyone was sweating, but instead of looking icky, he looked simply delectable, like he’d just gotten out the shower. His hair was wet with sweat and droplets were making their way down between his pectoral muscles and disappearing into the band of his underarmor shorts.

Now Jimin wasn’t the tallest, or the smartest, or the handsomest, but he was fantastically cute, and now he was amazingly sexy on top of it. The only noise cutting through the nearby silence was Hobi yelling and threatening to pull up his shirt as a well.

“Mochi sexy,” your friend muttered am you could only nod senselessly in agreement. Your crush was only solidified. The yelling of your captain finally pulled you out your reverie and you belatedly realized that you needed to line up for your timed lap. You took your place and saw that Jimin was standing on the sidelines, still shirtless, still choking you with the sight.

You took off at the whistle and at first, just felt defeated. You’d never catch the eye of a guy like Jimin, who was the ultimate package, and even if you did, he wouldn’t spend any time on you. The defeatist thoughts made you angry, mostly because you knew you shouldn’t think lowly of yourself. You pushed yourself to run faster and pulled ahead to join two other girls in the front. You forced yourself to clear your thoughts, if only for 30 seconds and focus on your breathing technique and the sound of your trusty sneakers hitting the astroturf. Before you knew it, you’d hit the line and pulled off your get your time.

“Shaved three seconds off! That’s good!” You looked up at the sound of his voice. There he was, up close, personal, threatening to snatch your sanity. You were on the shorter side, so Jimin did feel tall to you at 5"8. The moles on his neck and below his clavicle on the left side taunted you as you forced yourself to look him in the eye. He had to know he was wrecking you. Had to. Those deep brown eyes looked clever enough.

“Thank you Jimin,” you answered in what you hoped was a professional tone. There was now no in between with this fellow.

“No problem! Want me to time you for the next too?” He offered, this time showing off his white teeth between pillowy lips. Lort.

“Sure, that would be great,” you found yourself saying. You quickly retreated to your water bottle on the other side of the track and took a gulp before giving a thumbs up to your friend lining up for her 400 heat. Three minutes and it was time for your two laps. As Jimin promised, he timed you, and clapped after you’d completed causing you to blush at the fact that you had your own cheerleader.

“You’re doing awesome today,” he complimented and offered both hands in a high five gesture. You accepted and before you knew it, he’d locked fingers with you, bringing your arms down together to your sides. Kid was still naked and looking down at your feet was a huge mistake. You knew it earlier but had chosen to turn your blinders on. You could see everything in those sinfully tight underarmor shorts. No! You hurriedly took your gaze away, resulting in tightly squeezed eyes shut and a harder grip on Jimin hands.

“Y/N,” you heard and cracked them open to look him in the eyes. He was doing that full on grin again, the one that made you grin too. “Would you like to come hang out this weekend at my place with some friends? We’ll have snacks and games and I know you like pizza, everyone loves pizza-“

"Sure Jimin! I’d like that,” you cut him off as he seemed nervous and he broke his hold on one of your hands to scratch the back of his neck. “And Jimin?”

“Yeah?” He said, meeting your eyes again.

“Can you put your shirt back on? I’m oogling, they’re oogling, we’re all oogling, and I can’t think straight,” you ended in a laugh. He blushed madly before going to retrieve it and if possible, his face flushed even more.

“Oh! Your times!” and he ran off for a pen before coming back and taking up your hand. “For encouragement,” he said. You watched him start to write before he told you to close your eyes and felt the tip of the pen on your skin.  You thanked him again for timing you and watched as he took off to join Hobi in cooling down. You watched him happily before starting to stretch as well, 5 o'clock having arrived, signaling the end of practice.

Later in the locker room, you finally looked at your hand and saw that Jimin had added his phone number. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.

Toilet paper pill box.

Another small fun project for recycling!
These are perfect for little gifts and a cute way to send
your jewelry to customers… it not only give a nice shell of
protection to the treasures you put inside, its cost free, customizable
and keeps recycling on the mind <3

All you need are
- toilet paper rolls
- decor ( i used stamps)
- Tape or glue

Step one: decorate your roll.
I used some of my stamps, but don’t limit yourself to just that… you can
use old paper, photographs, tissue paper, paint,sharpie and whatever else you
have laying around to decorate. Mod podge and some pattered paper would
be fun!

Step two:
Once your roll is decorated to your liking, fold down the corners on one end,
making it look like little cat ears. Make sure they fold over each other so there is no
open gap, and tape down  ( you can also glue the end down)
* side note… if you dont like the look of regular tape, they sell something called washi tape? that comes in all sorts of amazing patterns!

-Step three:
When you have some side sealed and taped down, wrap and place your item/treasures inside the box ( i wrapped up some earrings)
and seal the other end, again making sure they fold over one another so there are no gaps.

- Step four… your done!

Again these are wonderful for gift giving and product packaging.
Small, sturdy, cheap, recycled pill boxes…. you can use old paper towel rolls
too! those are larger and can fit a bit more than TP rolls.

stilesbansheequeen  asked:

Coliver and 10 :)

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Connor eyes Oliver from over the menu and scoffs. “Don’t even know why you’re looking…” 

Oliver looks up with a raised eyebrow and a “Hm?”

Connor shakes his head. “Nothing.” 

“No. What’d you say?” his boyfriend insists. 

“It’s just…” Connor gestures to the plastic covered menu in Oliver’s hand. “I don’t know why you even bother to look. You get the same thing every time.”

“I do not,” Oliver says, turning back to his menu. 

Connor is too smart to say anything but his look clearly says, Yes you do. 

Oliver levels him a look of his own. “Okay, Law school.” He puts the menu down and folds his hands over it. “What am I going to order?” 

“Ollie–” Connor tries to protest. 

The other man just holds up a hand. “No. I wanna know. What am I going to get?” 

With a roll of his eyes and a “Fine” under his breath, Connor folds his own menu. “You’re going to order iced tea–unsweetened–and then put three packs of Sweet-n-Low in it. No lemon. Then, you’re going to order the club sandwich, no bacon and extra avocado. Sweet potato fries instead of regular, forget the coleslaw. When the desert menu comes, you’re going to look at it and then look at me and say ‘Let’s just get ice cream,’ which I readily agree to because–”

“Because you’ve been craving a birthday cake sundae for, like, three days now, which was the whole reason you suggested we go out to eat in the first place” Oliver finishes. At Connor’s blank look, he curls the corner of his lip up in a smirk before continuing, “And, when we’re there, you’re going to order a medium instead of a small because you were good at dinner and had the veggie wrap, no ranch, and just water instead of the bacon cheeseburger and coke you really want.”

Connor blinks once then, “How do you know I want a birthday cake sundae?” 

“That froyo place on Seventh opened up and you’ve casually mentioned that we should ‘check it out’ about a dozen times in the last week,” Oliver answers. He picks up his menu and starts browsing again. “You aren’t the only one who knows things, Mr. Walsh.” 

“Apparently,” Connor breathes. He picks up his own menu again. “What are you getting?” he absently asks after a moment. 

“Anything but the club sandwich,” is Oliver’s only response and Connor throws his head back with a laugh.

otp question meme

anonymous asked:

How often if at all do you umm and ahh like you have a card you can play even though you don't to play the mind games with your opponent?

I don’t. At all. I’m stoic, quick, and precise with every single play and movement that I make. When my turn is done, I place my cards down, fold my hands together and lean forward staring at my opponent.

I find this to be more intimidating and confident than the dudes who do the “constantly flip through each single card in hand” nervous twitch thing, or if their hand size is down, simply rubbing the final two cards together because they don’t know how to handle themselves if they don’t hear that sound for a long time.


During the winter months, 18th century British soldiers were often equipped with specialized gear.  Regiments received shipments of “donation cloth”, which was a gift, most commonly from Queen Charlotte.  Donation cloth varied year to year and sometimes by region.  Donated wool was mostly commonly brown, blue, or white. Regimental tailors made winter issue gaitor trousers, leggings, mittens, and even blankets.  

In addition to the donation cloth, soldiers were usually provided with a wool fatigue or forage cap. Some were decorated with an Arabic or Roman numeral designating the soldier’s regiments.  Just as commonly, the caps might go undecorated.  This cap has the flaps folded down to protect the sentry’s ears.
Each company also received a number of greatcoats for men are guard mount.  The number varied through out the war;  Between 20 to 60 were issued by the army to each regiment at the onset of cold weather.  They were typically made of dark blue wool, but records show grey was used as well.  They were long coats made to fit over the regimental coat.  A small collar which could be folded up to protect the face, and cape extending just beyond the shoulder seam were typical features.  


Alfie Solomons x Reader

(Not my photo, credit goes to its owner/s)

Hebrew translations: Ima = mother, Aba = father, Achot = sister (I hope they’re right, please correct me if I’m wrong)

“Oh look what do we ‘ave ‘ere now?” Alfie wondered aloud as he approached you, as you stood there in his bakery office with your hands bound behind your back in thick rope.

“Mr Solomons, we found this girl lurking outside the bakery with numerous weapons and lock-picking equipment, clearly she is up to no good.” A scrawny man answered clearly incredibly pleased with himself.

“Righ’ righ’ I see.” He pondered whilst arms folded pacing up and down in front of his desk. He stopped to examine the line of tools that were laid out, “Nice little set up yer got 'ere, what’d yer do steal it?” He questioned as he stroked the beautifully carved handle of a dagger. “I certainly hope yer weren’t 'ere to hurt my community.”

“By hurting your people I’d be hurting myself.” You simply stated earning a look of confusion from Alfie’s assistant who obviously had no idea what you meant.

“Ahh a Jewish girl.” Alfie concluded whilst stroking his beard. “What’s yer name?”

“(Y/N)” You said looking out of the window just beside him.

“Now (Y/N) why is a pretty little Jewish girl 'overing outside my esteemed establishment?”

“Truth be told I had hoped you’d have some valuables worth selling, a girl’s gotta eat y'know.” You shrugged a response.

“HONESTY! I like that.” He shouted rather suddenly causing you to jump slightly. “In all seriousness, where’s yer family? Yer ima and aba?” He continued to ask.

“Dead, during our stay in Russia the Russians killed them all - my ima, aba, and my achot. Shot them all dead in their beds as they slept. I was four, the only reason they kept me alive was to send a message that they were coming for us Jews.” You explained, trying to hold back the tears that were forming behind your eyes.

For a few moments all was quiet as Alfie contemplated this as he reflected back on the death of his own mother at the hands of the Russians. “Hmm what am I goin’ to do with yer.”

A few minutes passed before he walks over to you lifting up your chin surveying every inch of your face. “I am willin’ to forget yer little break in attempt on one condition. Yer are to join my community, my family. I will teach yer all yer need to 'bout how this place works and in return yer will never leave my side.”
Alfie tilted his head around slightly so that his mouth was mere inches away from your ear sending your body tingling as you felt the warmth of his breath and the scratching of his beard on the rim of your ear.

“Yer fascinate me (Y/N).”

How to fold your Gi

So here’s how to properly fold your uniform to save space, and how to tie a knot that allows you to carry your Gi over your shoulder.

Pictures pretty much speak for themselves, so I’m not gonna waste your time making you guys read long explanations, but if anyone has any questions, don’t hesitate to let me know. 

Also, not my Gi. This one is my niece’s medium weight Gi. The lighter it is, the easier to fold, but it’s the exact same process for a heavyweight.

01. Spread out the Jacket as shown.

02. Fold pants as you would any other, and place with the top of the pants right where the jacket lapels meet.

03. Fold right side on top of pants.

04-05. Fold the sleeve. If the sleeve is shorter, you may not need to fold it twice.

06. Repeat same fold with left side.

07. Fold what remains of the pants, upwards.

08. Fold the top down from where the top of the pants is.

09-10. Fold the bottom part upwards, more or less in half. Now here, especially with a heavyweight Gi, make sure you leave that gap in the center, so that the space allows for the final fold.


For reference on how small the Gi ends up, that tile is 18 x 18 inches, so the Gi ends up being about a 10 x 8, more or less, depending on the Gi size and weight. This saves a lot of space in your bag, especially when traveling, and even more when you have more than one Gi.

Here’s mine (Heavyweight 14oz) folded, compared to my niece’s (7.5)

No more huge bags, just to carry one Gi, and if you, in fact, only carry one Gi (no equipment), you can use the knot below, and you can discard using a bag at all, as you can just throw the Gi over your shoulder.


Important note: If you fold your uniform after class, and don’t plan on washing it as soon as you get home, please don’t forget to spread it out and let it get some air. You don’t want a sweaty Gi to spend too much time folded up like this, trust me, hahaha.

Happy folding, guys!