go to google for the full thing

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

7x09 | A Rock in the Road

Worth The Wait- Stuart Twombly

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Stuart x Reader

Words- 6,249 (uhhhhh)

Warnings- mentions of sexual assault (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED), smut, fluff, swearing, idk of anything else

AN: I stated this months ago but decided to finish it and post it for Stu week! I really hope y’all enjoy this because i’m super proud of it!

Also, thanks to @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me. I love you, Bee!!!! <3 And also a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for keeping me motivated and believing me!!!!! ;P

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. The weather outside was rainy and cold and I could hear the sound of the wind rustling against the windows. I was sat alone in the library of my university, the only other person here being the little old librarian. She reminded me of my grandma: sweet and funny, and she always smelled like cinnamon. She also told the best stories, her stories.

I got up to put the book that I had just finished in the drop box.

“Finished already sweetheart? Didn’t you just start reading that about two hours ago?” I heard her sweet voice speak up.

I chuckled lightly, “I am. But you know me, I love to read.” I spoke softly. It was true though, the minute I open a book, I get lost in the beautiful words that litter the tattered pages.

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Making YouTube your fulltime job

Okay, yes I totally just googled that picture, but that’s not the point lol.

So, everyone should know by now you can basically get a job as a full time YouTube which is great and all but the question is….how? How do the famous YouTubers do it sooo fast? Do they bribe people to advertise their channel or something? These and so many more questions go through my head as I’m struggling to top off my own channel. At first, it was the partnership thing with YouTube but once you get on there’s no guarantee that you’ll become famous just like them. Now let me back up. I’m not saying I want a bigger following for the money or the fame or the partnership. Matter of fact, I’m already partnered for my 2,580 subbies and I’m quite happy that I even came that far. The point is, I want to grow to have that interaction. You know, have people give there different opinions about your videos and give you the criticism that you need to get better at what you do. Right now, I have about a few people that actually keep track of what I do and I’m wondering…HOW DO THEY DO IT? And also, how were they balancing out their regular jobs with YouTube? Because I find it so hard especially owning a dog and having noisy neighbors to record and edit a decent video. I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe…just maybe they’re consistent but they’re also probably either buying advertisements, collabing/got connections, or buying views and/or subscribers till it looks pleasing to the eye. What do you think? Repost this if you think the same.  

anonymous asked:

Do you sleep in the military? How does that work?

We do not sleep. When we sign our contracts, our need to sleep simply disappears and we spend the next several years of our lives in a state of dreamlike wakefulness. 

Jesting aside we have barracks rooms to sleep in ordinarily, (except for those lucky enough to live off post) but field exercises may see us sleeping in tents or 

on anything available. I’ve slept on my canteen/canteen pouch, my ruck, my helmet, (ACH) my bullet vest, (IBA) my medkit, my radio, a spare boot, a single rolled up sock, a single sock WITHIN a spare boot, a rather soft dirt hill, a pile of leaves and grass, and while sitting straight up back-to-back with another soldier like so

Sleep is often something you either get or you don’t get and if you don’t get it, you have to deal with it. Every soldier is likely to have to pull a 24 hour shift at some point, and 48 hour shifts aren’t entirely uncommon. I’ve known some NCOs to drive through 72 hours or more on two or three hours of sleep or less, although I only ever had to do that once, and I strongly discourage anyone from trying it.

There’s a very common rumor (usually spread in basic training) that the regulation states that four hours of sleep a day is the army standard, and it doesn’t have to be consecutive. So if you get 30 minute naps eight times a day, that’s a full night’s sleep. This regulation doesn’t exist as far as I or anyone else on Google can tell, so I’d like to say that the orders for soldiers getting sleep rests on their superiors. 

When I was deployed, we were often allowed to go off and get two or three hours of sleep during the night when things were quiet, but just as often we weren’t allowed to leave our post for anything, even to eat or piss, and sleeping on the job was the easiest way to make yourself a target for punishment and pranks, like getting your legs duct taped to your chair and then having someone yell loudly and angrily in your ear so that you try to jump up and wind up faceplanting because your legs are stuck. (true story, not to me thankfully)

I don’t know what it is about the army, but while you’re in you suddenly become able to sleep literally anywhere. I was never the type to fall asleep anywhere but my bed – I can’t even take naps on public transport – but the second I enlisted all of a sudden I could sleep literally at any time at any place in any condition. I guess it just wears you out and you get to the point where you’re grateful for any sleep at all. Sometimes I’d just be sitting straight up in all my gear and weapon and everything and suddenly look up and the sun’s in a completely different position and somehow no one bothered me while I slept for apparently at least an hour. 

It’s worth noting that while soldiers are notoriously always sleep deprived and you might be in a unit that punishes people who want to sleep at all. Many soldiers, especially older ones, are convinced that sleep is a crutch, a weakness, and in order to call yourself a soldier you need to overcome sleep. We’re only just starting to realize how harmful this mentality is, (because, you know, why would people who constantly operate heavy machinery and deadly weapons in high stress environments need sleep?) but not soon enough: the last estimate i saw was that roughly 54% of veterans suffer from insomnia, forty-some percent higher than the general population. Sleep deprivation can be a trigger/gateway for anxiety, depression, PTSD, and other chronic issues, including permanent cognitive impairment. You know, brain damage. Nice.

I myself have suffered significantly from my poor sleep schedule in the army: I wake far too easily and need earplugs and an eyemask or else every beam of light and every shift on the bed will rouse me when I can’t go back to sleep. Sometimes I wake up and BOOM: I’m awake, even when I’ve only been asleep for one to three hours. Quite often I feel exhausted but even with sleeping pills I lie awake in bed for hours. My sleep schedule is permanently shifting with disastrous results if I try to fix it. I constantly wake up feeling tired no matter how much or how little sleep I get. I constantly wake up with the gut-wrenching feeling that I’ve fallen asleep on duty and I’m going to get in trouble or that I’ve overslept and missed formation. It’s very easy for me to predict when I’m about to descend into a depressive episode because the days beforehand I’ll start sleep depriving myself until I’m a quivering mess of eternal sadness and exhaustion. Ain’t fun. 

Anyway I hope that answered your question! I encourage other service members to contribute their experiences with sleep, especially if you’ve since left the service and how it affects you today.

-Kingsley

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I just really, really want

The theory about Keith unintentionally hiding his true appearance to be true. I mean, it would make a lot of since. Look at all the other half galra.

(I’m sorry this is the only pic of all of them I had on my phone and I’m to lazy to find another so bare with the poor quality pls)

All of them have clear galra features. The most obvious being Zethrid and Narti.

Ezor, although she’s and orange-red color and that kinda throws you off at first, also looks pretty Galra.

(Pic is not mine. I found it on tumblr sonewhere while looking for reference on the extra altean markings. Thank you too the lovely who posted it.)

Look at this purple family. I am, like many others, going to asume they are galra. For one, dreamworks seems to keep purple as the color for just the galra, probably to avoid confusion and to make a clear distinction. Also the yellow eyes.

Anyway, so lets asume they are galra. Ezor looks alot like them in terms of face and body structure. If it weren’t for her long head thing and her skin color she’d look perfectly galra (unless of course they aren’t full galra but I’m not going to get into that here)

(I gave up and started googling pics aren’t you happy?)

Now lets look at Acxa.

She look a lot less Galra, yet she still has the head ridges many Galra have, the purple skin, and the yellow eyes. She is also pretty tall compared to humans or Alteans.

Lastly, Lotor.

Lotor is probably the least galra, actually. He looks nothing like a galra. He’s tall compared to humans and Alteans like Acxa (but they are both still ‘little’ to the galra). His skin is purple, but that’s about it. You could even say his white hair color is galra (as we’ve seen a few galra with white hair) but his long flowing locks are clearly Altean. The only thing that’s undeniably galra is his eyes (which are actually pretty similar to what Zarkon’s use to look like. At least when you look at them close up. There is a post about that somewhere…)

Anyway, what is my point your asking? Well, my point is that, even the half galra who don’t really look galra, still have some traits of a galra. Keith, however, has no traits.


Nada. Nothing. No Galra traits visible at all. This wouldn’t seem weird if you didn’t look at this closely. After all, at first you look at Ezor and think 'she’s half galra?’. Based on the 'rules’ that seem to follow a half galra, he should at least have yellow sclera. Out of all of the halflings (thats what I’m going to call them fir now) only Narti doesn’t have this trait, and that’s because she doesn’t even have eyes, but I’d say if she did have eyes, they’d have yellow sclera like the others. Ezor is not purple, but she has the structure of a galra. Zethrid is large a strong like a galra but has big fluffy ears (that kinda look like the ones on the video Pidge was examining in the first episode of season 3). Narti kinda resembles the type of Galra Zarkon is. If you zoom close on both of their mouths you can see the similarities (okay, yes, that sounds a little weird. But still) and well… you get the idea. From what I can gather, each halfling has at least two traits that are galra and not to mention obvious.

So why does Keith get to be the exception? While it is possible that a) Keith was hella lucky and his human traits beat the odds and won out against the galra ones, or b) Keith’s mother (or father cause really we don’t know at this point if we can trust his little vision) was only half galra themselves, I personally don’t think either of these are very likely.

'What do yoy mean, Star?’

Well, for one, I think its physically impossible for Keith to not have some traits of a galra. Yes, I know some people have talked about how his muscle structure and stuff is probably more galra, and that’s why he’s such a fast fighter and stuff, and I agree. However, like I said, I think he would at least have the yellow sclera. The only exception to that is Narti and she HAS NO EYES. He’s also tiny. All the others are at least bigger as a result, even if they aren’t the size of a galra. Keith, however, is just human size.

I’m not exactly an expert on genetics, but to me it doesn’t make a lot of since for Keith to look like he does.

Unless he’s hiding his appearance.

'I see what you’re saying, Star, but how could he be doing that? And how would he not know? How could he keep it going?’

Okay, yes. I know. I also know people have talked about this before. However, I’ve never seen anyone mention this before.

Yup. Loki. He is actually a frost giant. Upon being picked up he changes his appearance to look like an asgardian (how do you even spell that?) And his whole life everyone but his parents are fooled. Even Loki had absolutely no idea. It’s only after a frost giant tries to freeze his hand and it just turns blue does he suspect anything

You know what that kind of brings to mind?

While it is totally possible that this is a burn and not his skin changing as such, but still. It’s pretty similar, don’t you think?

I’ll admit the hand part is a little flimsy but still. My point of comparing him to Loki being that, Loki hid himself without even knowing he was doing it. I’d say something simiar is happening with Keith. He’s hiding what he really looks like without behind conscious of what he’s doing. I’m not saying he’s full on fluffy with a tail and stuff, I’d say he’s not far off of Acxa or Lotor.

But who knows.

(I know people have talked about this before but I wanted to put my own thoughts into it I guess?)

How Could You Love Me

The next chapter of the Everyone Needs Some Love series that I hijacked from @justwritingscibbles

Originally posted by treblegirl

You looked around the room, trying to understand what was happening. Four men and one floating head with a pink moustache were in the room with you, all with the same face, and you were wearing nothing but a towel under your blanket.
Honestly, the situation looked like the beginning of one those movies children weren’t allowed to watch.

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We’re buried

We’ve been holding steady at around 200 asks in the inbox for the past like 5 days. We just can’t get it to go down cause we have so many incoming.

Our inbox is more than a little full right now so to help us get through the asks please, please use these resources before sending in a request!

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anonymous asked:

I feel like the Gravebone fandom is not taking enough advantage of historically accurate men's underwear. Where are the union suits with the "Kenosha-Klosed-Krotch" like in the Leyendecker ads? Where are the sock garters and hole-proof hosiery? The B.V.D.s? The underwear with buttons in the front and tie strings on the back or side to adjust for fit (WWI military style)? Fandom needs to up its game.

It’s a challenge to truly describe the beauty that is early 20th century men’s undergarments in fanfiction as we, the writers and the readers, usually want to get to the good juicy bits of heated gazes and lingering touches and breaths that are both quickened and slowed and stopped all together, rather than begin a deluge of descriptions in an attempt to capture the most sensual and accurate way to untangle a man’s girth and naked form from his layers of cotton that most of us are unfamiliar with historically as well as in practical terms. 

(And my guess is the magical world in the US probably had their own types of underwear, seeing as they had their own fashion styles, which differed from no-maj society.)

That said, I did go a googling for a little bit and found some lovely pictures that I will now place here–under the cut–because of reasons that are valid and have nothing to do with wanting to see Colin Farrell in garters and full body tighty whities. (Also this is a little informative article on the history of men’s underwear that I found pretty interesting to read.)

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Seeking Beta Readers!

Love to analyze and critique novels? Interested in being involved in the shaping of a brand new book series? Willing to keep a poor author from pulling out all their hair?

Okay, I get it, enough with the click baiting already.

What is beta reading exactly? In exchange for reading a manuscript for free, beta readers offer critique to help the writer improve on the manuscript prior to publishing. A beta reader can be anyone who normally reads books from the manuscript’s genre, and feels comfortable offering helpful critique.

As this is the second round of beta reading I’ve done for this particular manuscript, you will be receiving a semi-refined draft, thanks to the help of my wonderful critique partners and past beta readers! It will not, however, be mistake free. 

What is The Warlord’s Contract about? The Warlord’s Contract is the first book in a fantasy trilogy aimed at ‘New Adults’. A one sentence synopsis is as follows: “When a coveted supernatural force reappears on the borders of two dangerous nations, the unwilling heir to an empire must commit treason to prevent the continent from plunging into a war of gunpowder and magic.”

For a full blurb, go here.

To read the first chapter, go here.

Or click here to apply to be a beta reader now.

The “application” form will remain open until the 12th (of July, 2017.) The guidelines and schedule for this beta reading round are below the cut:

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Mr. Number App

Hi ladies! This is a useful little thing I’ve been using to check on the guys I go on dates with. All you have to do is type his number and it gives you a ‘threat level’ for the person. Sometimes it will even give you a full name and more info which is also very helpful when it comes to Google.

I usually use this in conjunction with VerifyHim. I have a paid account with them and it really makes me feel a lot safer when I can check on these guys! Hope this helps!

mazikeen934  asked:

Do you think the Eagle Knocker lets you in if you, like, Google the answer? Or search if somewhere? Because I think it does. See, it lets you in if you can tell the answer. It doesn't say that you have to know the answer from your mind. I think that it will let you in if you are smart enough to get it, one way or another.

Personally I don’t really think it’s possible to google the answers

And no I don’t mean ‘there’s no internet at hogwarts’ I mean there isn’t but that’s not the point. Despite the idea that the door asks ‘riddles’ they’re more like philosophical questions. We see the eagle ask two questions ‘which came first, the phoenix or the flame’ and ‘where do vanished objects go’ 

idk about you but they don’t sound like the kind of questions yahoo answers will be able to help you on

The point of the door isn’t to get the right answer, in many cases there probably isn’t a right answer. The idea is to get you to question the world around you, think about things you’d otherwise take for granted. The world (especially the wizarding world) is full of so many amazing things that people just take for granted and the eagle gets students to think more deeply about their world and everything they’re learning

So googling probably wouldn’t help because you haven’t thought about the question. You haven’t used your own brain and ingenuity to think through the problem and present a reasoned argument. As long as the idea is your own and can be reasoned, the eagle will let you in

It’s not about getting the right answer, it’s about using your brain to question your surroundings

anonymous asked:

So, I want to cosplay one of the Gerudo thieves from Zelda: Ocarina of Time and I'm wondering how I can make the pants poofy??? Is there a way I can make them stay like that without making them deflate?

Hello there!

For poofy pants (often called “harem pants,” which might net you more google results), there’s two things going on: the fullness of the pattern and the stiffness of the fabric.

(I hope I grabbed from the correct Zelda game, but it’ll mostly be the same principle regardless of the game)

The pattern you use here will be very important, in that you want something with a lot of fullness. Last time I made harem pants, I used 3 yards of material, so keep in mind that you’ll need to put a lot of fabric into these. This design has fullness all the way down to the cuff, so one easy way to draft the pattern is to take a regular pants pattern, trace it, cut it in half vertically, and move the two halves apart until you have the desired fullness. I would recommend for these to be around 2x or 2.5x the circumference of your hips for the total circumference of the pants, pre-gathering, as these pants are extremely full, though if you have a thinner fabric, you can go as high as 3x. You can taper this slightly towards the bottom of the legs and the top of the waist if you prefer to not have to take up that much volume in gathering.

If you prefer a tutorial, here is one. If you prefer a commercial pattern, Simplicity has one.

As for keeping the pants in place, that depends on the stiffness of the fabric. Simply having so much volume in the pants will do a lot of that work for you, even with a softer material, but if you want them to stay poofy, you’ll have to choose something with structure. I would recommend a woven material with a tight weave and a crisp hand for this – be sure to test it by gathering it in your hand at the fabric store to see how it behaves. Don’t choose anything with a super soft drape, and don’t choose anything too heavy.

If you wanted to use a softer material (such as a knit to match the tube top) or wanted to really ensure the poof, you can flatline your outer fabric in a fabric like organza (if you can find silk organza it’ll breathe better than poly) and use the organza side on the inside so that the stiffness of that fabric will hold the pants in place. Obviously, choose something that feels nice against your skin, and not something scratchy like tulle. I would recommend using French seams or encasing the seams in bias tape as to not leave scratchy bits on the inside, or you can bag line the pants instead of flat lining them, which will place all of the seams between the two layers.  

You can also use starch on your fabric to help it keep that shape, though it likely won’t be necessary.

I hope that helps! Good luck :]

Fabrickind / Q&A Staff

Yet Another Drabble Ask Meme Fill

Requested by @mychakk [I’m sorry I forgot] : Ok, I think I’ll go with those numbers, feel free to combine them or do them alone or just pick one that fits your fancy anything for sure will make my day :) 9 (Is a chicken really a bird if they can’t fly?), 14 (Fire! Fire! Fire!), 15 (You watched 4 seasons today?), 42 (This cost a thousand dollars?!), 43 (Foreigners…pffft), 102 (Buy me chocolates and tell me everything’s going to be okay), 107 (This house isn’t even haunted) My top favourite ‘verse is the Holmes Family Function (the best), Tom-verse and Vegas. But I’ll love anyhting ;) Huge thank you :) looking forward to them :)

This is the list for round 3: https://prompt-bank.tumblr.com/post/146525402053/drabble-challenge

Filled: 17, 95, 72, 84, 105, 41, 28, 69, 90, 95, 46, 100, 104, 81, 18, 24, 108, 99, 25, 61, 66, 52, 80, 73, 54, 89, 26, 32, 71, 16, 20, 27, 45, 57, 89, 32, 44, 64, 102, 27, 57, 6, 2, 70, 5, 7, 93, 9, 14, 15, 42, 43, 102, 107
Yet to be filled: 86, 96, 2, 14, 20, 21, 22, 94

“Is a chicken really a bird if they can’t fly?”/ “Fire! Fire! Fire!”/ “You watched 4 seasons today?”/ “This cost a thousand dollars?!”/ “Foreigners…pffft”/ “Buy me chocolates and tell me everything’s going to be okay”/ “This house isn’t even haunted”

Molly walked into her lounge and screamed.

It wasn’t as common an occurrence as one might think, even when taking into account that Sherlock Holmes had taken over her flat as an annex of his own a few years before; she was used to all manner of things greeting her at the door when she returned home from work.  Two dogs (on separate occasions), a monitor lizard, a pathetic Sherlock covered in fly paper, a pathetic Sherlock covered in bee stings, a pathetic Sherlock covered in marmalade (as was half her kitchen that time, though she’d got a much nicer kettle and a new blender out of the deal, so she hadn’t complained much), a shirtless Wiggins and Sherlock with a tattoo gun, The Night King himself (okay, yeah, just Mycroft, but with a codename like Iceman [which she wasn’t supposed to know, but Sherlock also used her brain as an annex for things he didn’t want to keep in his own] the comparison was just begging to be made), and now the corpse of Sherlock’s ex-girlfriend in rigor on her sofa.

Except, no, that wasn’t a corpse.  It was a sex doll.  Wearing one of Molly’s cardigans and a pair of her pyjama bottoms.

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Peter Parker Imagine

Hi! This is a prologue to a (potentially?) upcoming imagine of mine. I wanted a place where I could share some of my works, and lo and behold, I thought Tumblr might be a nice platform to try. There’s this post that kind of explains stuff.

Anyways, without further ado, let’s start this prologue!


pairing: peter parker x (female) reader

type: imagine

word count: 1,206

warnings: swearing

summary: the saying goes that life hits you like a ton of bricks. what they always forget to mention is how much that fucking hurts.


(Y/N) can’t describe the sensation in her chest other than the fact that she feels like she’s drowning.

Frankly, she finds it weird, because she thought she was going to have a great day today. She didn’t sleep through her alarm this morning, and she woke up to the smell of pancakes and other homemade delicacies that don’t usually make an appearance in her kitchen. (Y/N) found out she aced that Spanish quiz from last week, the one she thought she completely botched, and she even made a show of bragging about her A+ and shoving her paper in front of Flash’s face.

Today was supposed to be a wonderful day.

So why does she suddenly feel sick to her stomach?

When (Y/N) looks up, she’s met with a curious gaze, eyes glazed over like the owner of those orbs has their mind wandering somewhere a lot more dreamlike than just the school cafeteria.

Those very brown eyes that she’s grown familiar with for practically her whole life are trained over her shoulder.

“You think she got a new top?” Peter mumbles distractedly, and if (Y/N) wasn’t so confused and admittedly hurt, she’d probably snort in amusement at his love-struck expression.

“No, she’s worn it before. Just not with that skirt,” Ned replies with the exact same entranced look. She wouldn’t be surprised if they both started drooling.

But the uneasiness inside of her grows.

(Y/N)’s not stupid. She knows this feeling only makes an appearance when Peter’s pining over a girl that’s way out of his league, or making bedroom eyes towards a girl at a party (basically anything to do with Peter giving the opposite sex some undivided attention).

“Maybe we should stop staring before it gets creepy,” he says in reverie.

“(Y/N)?” Ned’s voice travels through her ears, washed out and fuzzy like a radio not quite tuned into a proper station. “You alright?”

(Y/N) figures there must be a frown creased on her face, judging by the concerned looks from Ned and, surprise surprise, Peter.

“Hmm?” She hums, spaced out, before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Just,” she sneaks a glance at those brown eyes again. “I have a stomach ache. Big breakfast.” A small smile accompanies her curt answer.

She’s just jealous that someone else has Peter’s attention, right? She’s scared that Peter will leave his best friend for someone better, someone else much more interesting and funny than her and Ned.

There was always something else lingering in the back of her mind. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as simple as overprotectiveness on her part, but perhaps, she’s grown feelings for Peter…

No. No. It can’t be possible. She’d be insane to admit it.

If there are two things that have the potential to destroy her, it’s Ned’s farts after Taco Tuesday, and falling in love with Peter Parker.

If the latter were the case, God forbid, then (Y/N) likes to think that such a thing as tragic as catching the love bug for your best friend is completely, totally, positively normal. And it doesn’t last forever.

Which, is fine. Great. Fantastic. Whatever adjective she has to use in order to shove her feelings into a dark, dark corner in her mind. (Y/N)’s used to it. After being friends with Peter since they were in diapers, and after all the tragic incidents life has to offer, it’s only normal to feel a different way towards your best friend when you’ve been through thick and thin. Chances are, the bubbling sensation (Y/N) gets in her stomach whenever he reaches out and touches her skin, the high she experiences like she’s on cloud nine when news broadcasts are preaching Peter’s work as Spiderman, or even the crackling sparks that prick her body when it isn’t the news but the large female population (read: cute female population) gossiping about him, are temporary.

Yes, these are just results of her overactive imagination wanting to find some way to escape her never ending boredom. Building Legos with Ned and Peter can only get so exciting, until (Y/N)’s managed to step on those goddamn pieces of plastic about a hundred times and practically pisses herself out of agony that she doesn’t see the appeal anymore.

Once she’s preoccupied with something else, her stupid brain won’t get any more stupid ideas like the stupid notions that she likes her best friend and that her and Peter could actually be a thing, and she can go back to whatever the hell she was doing before - before this shitstorm full on slapped her in the face.

Right?

Google says otherwise.

The laptop on her legs is overheating from how much she’s put it through the wringer - search after search after search, key words consisting of “signs you like your best friend” “signs you like someone”, words alike that swim in the puddle that is her mushed brain.

It is 3 in the morning, and she’s resorted to taking Buzzfeed quizzes to help sort out her love life.

Michelle would be furious if she found out that this is how (Y/N) decides to spend her nights.

Her laptop hisses in weak protest, and (Y/N) shuts it for a moment as a way of giving it a break. She can definitely say that she feels sorry for the ancient piece of junk, despite it reaching the last of its years. It’s assumed that if it had an actual brain and emotions, they’d both be having a migraine.

While (Y/N) waits, her eyes glide up to the ceiling and takes a moment to process the new information (if you could even call Buzzfeed content “information”) she’s just learned.

At first, she initially thought that her recent change in sentiment towards Parker had something to do with his new powers. Everyone’s attracted to a crime-fighting hero in a dashing suit - it’s a no-brainer. She’s not stupid enough to deny that.

But her mind, although involuntarily, wanders back to elementary school and the picture of a scrawny kid, sticks for limbs and curly, frazzled hair plastered to his forehead appears. She sees him taking on bullies, classmates twice the size of him, because he felt wronged not to defend a chubby little boy with a bowl-cut cowering in the corner of the classroom.

A boy who went around begging for a job when both him and his aunt had hit rock-bottom after his uncle’s death and needed the financial support.

Even when the boy was older, when he’d sprouted pimples and his arms would awkwardly hang from his shoulders like an orangutan’s, she sees him running full-speed ahead into traffic just to rescue a cat that had wandered out of Delmar’s deli-grocery and onto the busy street.

Peter Parker was still a dashing hero without his suit.

The next thing (Y/N) knows, her ancient computer goes flying out of her lap and she bolts upright. Her lungs feel like they’re flooding with water and there’s a tug in her stomach that kind of makes her want to throw up, but she damn well knows what’s actually been bothering her for so long because it’s not water, and she’s not dying.

She’s in love with Peter Parker.




Hope everyone enjoyed! Feel free to send in an ask if you have any questions :) 

anonymous asked:

I know this is a very broad question, but I was wondering if you lovely ladies could assist me. I am very confused about the difference between a facing and a lining. I am very new to sewing and have attempted to do research into this, but everytime I do, I end up going down a rabbit hole and having to google more and more terms that I am confused about when they attempt to describe it. So I was wondering if you could possibly help with with the difference between the two and what they are?

Sure thing!

A facing is a piece of fabric used to finish the edge of a garment or provide stability to the edge of a garment. A lining, on the other hand, is a full inner layer used to finish edges, hide construction elements and interfacings and other notions, and protect the fabric (and human body) from each other. A facing is generally the same fabric as the exterior (”self”) of a garment, for aesthetic and durability. A lining is usually a lightweight, slippery fabric that helps with movement, as it makes it easier to wear. A facing is generally on the inside but may roll or fold to the outside. A lining is on the inside and is not meant to be seen, save for long open draping things like capes and coat tails. 

Think about a lined suit jacket. If you look at the inside of the front edge (from the collar to where it buttons) you’ll see both a lining and a facing, with the facing taking up the edge and the lining taking up the rest of the space. 

I’ve borrowed this picture from Nicking Suits to use as an example:

The grey is the facing; it is the same fabric as the outside of the suit. The skulls are the lining. Why use the same fabric as the outside on the inside instead of just running the lining to the edge? Because the lapel (the part of the suit that folds over to make the collar/point) would have skulls on it if you did that; the facing has to be there because it is visible.

A facing and a lining do not have to be used together. Sometimes facings are installed in lieu of a lining (such as around the armholes and neck hole of a tank top, or in an unlined suit jacket); summer-weight clothing often uses facings to finish edges instead of liner because it is lighter and cooler.

Sometimes facing is called self-lining. This is semi-accurate; you can use the same fabric as the self to line a garment, thus self-lining it, but it is only a facing if it comprises part of a garment and not the entire thing.

- Jenn

Parks and Rec Study Moods
  • The Leslie: highlighting, binders full of color coded tabs, ends all-nighters by going out for waffles, Hamilton playing in the background, makes Quizlets and the Google Doc study guide for a class and sends them out to everyone... 2 weeks early, always studying in advance
  • The Ann: studying with classmates at starbs, starts a group chat so everyone can help each other, talks friends who are freaking out to calm down, somewhat color coded review sheets, washi decorating everything, uses all the study research-based tips like writing in blue pen to remember things
  • The Ron: doesn't study bc it goes against the system and screw the system, (when he does it's outside amongst nature, alone, leaves his phone at home, only uses a stack of paper and a black pen, textbook, bonus if there's breakfast food as a snack)
  • The Tom: lives by Treat Yo Self™ down to M&M's for every paragraph read, pop music blaring over headphones, sits in the library and is always part of "that loud table", works best in groups bc always gets distracted by social media when alone
  • The Donna: takes breaks between problems to do her nails one nail at a time, has a ton of colorful gel pens, has fancy headers on all her notes, always puts her v alive social life on hold during exams, sometimes studies in her car (a.k.a. her fav space), listens to classical/opera
  • The April: studying at work, has a tab open for whatever she's being paid for but the rest is all school stuff, takes notes on post its and adds it all on her textbook, listens to dark wave, usually works alone at the library or dark hipster cafe, always with coffee as black as her soul
  • The Andy: energy drinks, tries to get organized the night before the test but fails miserably and ends up just reviewing what he has, that works fine for him, studies right until the test is on his desk, listens to alt rock, sugary snacks and junk food all day, naps a ton
  • The Mark: turns on Do Not Disturb so people won't bother him, sighs constantly, makes mind maps, uses the Pomodoro method but checks for break time /far/ too often, given up on his GPA but still tries on the dl, eats chips, goes MIA right after a test to avoid talking to others about it
  • The Chris: records lectures and listens to them while doing cardio, makes fruit-based study snacks like acaí bowls and smoothies, teaches himself by tutoring others, lives in athleisure, makes lists for everything, uses flashcards to test himself and others
  • The Ben: makes up little stories to remember details, uses mnemonics too, always in the library, bothers all the TAs by arguing over lost points, sometimes loses track of time while watching gamers on Twitch, seems organized but check his planner bc it is A Mess™
  • The Garry/Jerry/Larry/Terry: makes silly mistakes, goes to all available review sessions and extra office hours, puts in a lot of effort in everything, makes very visual notes, does what is necessary and then takes time off to recharge, often forgetful, works best surrounded by positivity

anonymous asked:

I want to go vegan, do you have any starter tips for me?

  • Educate yourself. This is going to make everything so much easier. I always recommend watching Forks Over Knives (talk about the health side of things), Cowspiracy (environmental) and Earthlings (animal rights)
  • Get excited, this is something that is awesome!!!
  • Start saving and trying out new recipes!
  • Figure out your favorite foods/what you eat a lot of and see if you can make them vegan look for replacements or see if there are ingredients you don’t need!
  • If you are a big meat eater try fake meats (i like gardein brand) or veggie burgers are always yummy too!
  • I use earth balance butter, it taste the same as the butter you are used to
  • Try multiple non dairy milks, there are so many to choose from so make sure you find your favorite!
  • Good breakfast ideas: toast with nut butter, oatmeal, smoothies, tofu scramble, waffles (most gluten free frozen waffles are also vegan)
  • Make sure to keep some vegan snacks and desserts around, so if you get a craving you won’t grab something non vegan! Most chips are vegan and so are oreos!
  • If you are eating out, try looking at the menu before hand. Also if you can’t seem to find anything on the menu look at the sides, normally you can build your own meal! 
  • I always keep nuts or bars in my purse and car in case i can’t find anything to eat!
  • Ben and jerry’s almond milk Cookies and Peanut butter icecream
  • Focus on the basic things that are cheap and build meals from them! Thing like beans, rice, potatoes, pasta, bread etc etc these things will be filling!
  • vegan foods tend to be lower in calories, so you will most likely need to be eating more food to get the calories you need and to feel full! This is totally normal!
  • Don’t be alarmed, most things in stores labled as vegan will be quite pricey but get used to checking lables, you’ll be surprised at how many things are accidentally vegan!
  • If you eat at fast food a lot google what things you can get there that are vegan, there are more options than you think!
  • If you mess up that is okay!!!! Going vegan is about doing your best and doing what you can, we all have days that are hard or that we mess up, no point getting down about it!
Crush

Request: Can you do an imagine where peter has a big crush on the reader at school then they are partners for something and smut? thanks xox

Civil War spoilers.

I will take any and all request! Ask if you want interracial ones too.

Warning: smut, oral smut (girl on guy)

••

Shit there she was.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Fuck, she’s so beautiful. I’ve been in love with her since middle school and she transferred here from Maryland.

She just happened to be wearing those little shorts that drove me crazy. Our lockers where right next to each other which happened to give me an excuse to be close to her every day.

I opened my locker getting my text books out for my next class.

“Hey Peter,” She said.

Even her voice sounded amazing.

“H-Hey,” I replied.

“Have you been working out? You seem bigger,” She asked.

“I-I-um yeah I have,” I stuttered dropping my pencil.

I watched roll all the way behind (Y/N).

“I’ll get it,” She said.

I watched her turn around and bend over to pick up my pencil. My breath hitched at the feeling of her perfectly round ass lightly brushing up on my bulge.

“I-uh gotta go,” I said running away.

“Wait, you forgot you pencil!” She yelled.

“Keep it!” I returned.

I glance down at my pants, the small bulge is now pitching a full tent in my pants.

Today was going to be a long day.

••

I had googled gross things to calm my self down in the bathroom. Now I was in Biology, one of the three classes I had with (Y/N).

“Today class we start our new project,” Mr. Cassette said.

“And I will be choosing your partners,” He added.

The class groaned at the thought of working with strangers.

“First partnership, (Y/N) and Peter,” He said.

Today was just not my day, I already act like an idiot when I see her in school imagine how I’ll act when where alone.

After every one had been paired up class was over and I was heading out the door.

“Peter!” (Y/N) yelled.

I turned around to see her walking towards me.

“Come over my house around six to work on our project,” She said handing me a piece of paper with her address on it.

“Cool, I’ll be there” I replied.

••

It was two minutes before six and I was at the front door of her house ready to knock.

I had knocked again since no body answered.

“Coming!” A sleepy voice said.

The front door opened to reveal (Y/N) wearing a white over sized shirt with no bottom. She wasn’t wearing a bra so you could see the outline of her breasts through her thin material.

She looked so fucking good.

“Sorry, I took a nap” She said rubbing her eyes.

“Its okay,” I replied.

“Come in,” She said.

I followed her into her house making sure to stay behind her so she couldn’t see my erection.

“Do you want something to drink?” She asked walking into the kitchen.

“Just some water,” I said sitting behind the island.

She reached up to grab a glass causing her shirt to lift up exposing her lacy thong.

She’s destroying me.

“Are you okay?” She asks.

“I-I’m fine,” I stutter.

She turns the tap and and the water goes everywhere.

“Shit!” She yells.

I get up to help her turn it off.

“Damn it!,” She yells looking down at her clothes.

Fuck.

Her shirt is soaked through, the material is clear as day and sticking to her bare chest like glue. I can see her naked body right down to her erect nipples. Its way better than I imagined, she’s to busy trying to ring out her shirt out to notice my throbbing dick.

“Can you get me some towels out of that closet while I go change?” She asked pointing to a cabinet.

She disappears into a room and I get the towels, after grabbing them I head to the room she disappeared in.

I open the door to see her peeling her shirt off her body.

When was this torture gonna end and why is she so hot?

“Shit, Peter I'am so sorry,” She says grabbing the towel from my hand.

And I am stuck standing here like an idiot.

Move Peter! Before she sees your boner! I think.

But I’m still stuck.

And then her eyes land on the very large tent in my pants. Her eyes meet mine again filled with curiosity.

“Did I do that,” She asked.

She slowly walked toward me dropping her towel.

“Y-yes,” I reply truthfully.

She places a hand on my bulge causing my dick to twitch.

“Let me take care of that,” She said unzipping my pants.

She pulled my pants down letting me spring free.

Her tongue circle my tip licking the pre-cum. She ran her hands down my long shaft pumping me up and down.

“Fuck!” I yelled in pleasure.

Finally she stuck me into her warm mouth sliding me in and out.

I felt myself about to cum and she stopped.

She led me to the bed and I sat up against the headboard.

I watched her slide off her panties revealing her dripping pussy. She climbed onto me and slid her wetness onto my shaft.

She bounced up and down and I gripped her hips to keep her in balance.

“Yeah, fuck yes Peter,” She moaned.

She started to move faster and faster and I could feel myself building up again.

“(Y/N, I’m going to-” I said.

“Me too,” She replied.

She had released and I followed soon after. Then she climbed off and laid beside me me panting heavily.

“Now lets get this project done,” She said.

THE END