gold ropes

Patti Smith, 1976, by Lynn Goldsmith. 

“I don’t consider writing a quiet, closet act: I consider it a real physical act. When I’m home writing on a typewriter, I go crazy. I move like a monkey. I’ve wet myself. I’ve come in my pants writing….Instead of shooting smack, I masturbate – fourteen times in a row…I start seeing Aztec mountains…I see weird things. I see temples, underground temples, with the doors opening, sliding door after sliding door, Pharaoh revealed – this bound-up Pharaoh with ropes of gold. That’s how I write a lot of my poetry.”

~ Patti Smith in 1971, from Patti Smith: An Unauthorized Biography, by Victor Bockris and Roberta Bayley 

H O G W A R T S . S E A S O N S

summer court

“If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.”

- Latin proverb

Ravenclaw || Gryffindor || Hufflepuff || Slytherin

m o r e . a e s t h e t i c s . h e r e

a sight for sore eyes (un veux pour les yeux douloureux)

Originally posted by lj-todd

prompt: So um i have this Stanfou idea where stanley is nervous the first time he wears a dress in front of lefou because the last person he ‘loved’ was gaston who was a ‘manly man’ so one day he’s in his house standing in a dress kinda just twirling in front of a mirror or something and lefou has just gotten in the habit of just walking in so he does and Stanley like freaks out and LeFou is confused and he just wraps his arms around him and is like you look amazing love and you know fluff i guess.

yeyeyeyeye this was really fun to write, i even did a little doodle of the dress ;)

warnings: nothing for once

hella gay on the way

sophie xx

When Madame Garderobe saw Stanley at the first celebratory ball which Adam and Belle hosted, she didn’t recognise him due to the lack of the dress, yet decided to still make conversation with the well dressed gentleman whom had danced with the man that Mrs Potts had taken a liking to.

Eventually, when she did recognise him, she dragged him off to her working room, where she had sewn many of the dresses and suits that the staff were wearing at the time, including Belle’s gorgeous white gown, then begged him to take his measurements, which didn’t take very much convincing.

For the next few weeks, he would head up to the castle on a saturday morning to meet with Madame Garderobe, both of them comparing colour palettes and which one’s would be suited more to each other, eventually creating small portfolio’s of vibrance to match and compliment.

Stanley’s profile was mainly a mix of what Madame Garderobe were called sunset colours, from the most rich of reds, to the subtlest lilacs, with small tinges of orange and blush, pink and lemon, each of them as captivating as the next, all layered out on a sliver of wood,  small ribbons secured with pins, trying to outdo each other.

When she offered to make him a dress, he almost didn’t believe it. He still had the one which she created from the battle (which he found very flattering to his body shape) and of course he didn’t expect her to do it for free, offering her money in exchange for her craftsmanship, yet she simply laughed, waving him off.

“Mon ami, I do this for you, not for the money.”

The next saturday that he came, she ushered him into the now familiar and comforting room which he had grown used to after so many days in it.

Inside looked far more hectic than usual, with scraps of material littering the floor and pins laying haywire, whilst not the safest option, it was simply the way that the artist worked on her pieces.

In the centre of the messy room, was a mannequin, and laid upon it was a gorgeous gown, like Stanley had never seen.

The top section of the dress was mainly white down the centre, with slivers of red framing it at the side, the white however had small golden patterns weaving through it, leaves and flowers blooming on the material, each stitch meticulously done and redone for the best outcome. The trimming of the white was more gold, a silky rope which seemed to fall elegantly yet which Stanley knew was perfectly placed to achieve the best outcome.

The rope kept falling, past the waistline which was marked with a golden bow, and down the skirt which fanned out, the red becoming more than a sliver, and taking up two thirds of it, both on the side of the continuing white.

The simple leaves and swirls had thickened into vines, with what seemed to be, was that leaf gold? Stanley could barely contain his excitement as he slowly walked forwards, and delicately held the soft fabric of the dress between his forefinger and thumb, simply in awe of the craftsmanship it must have taken to achieve such a beautiful result. It seemed to be far too luxurious for him yet, it was there, in such stunning creativity that it simply blew him away.


Every time that Stanley was home alone, he would now bring out the dress from its box, it was too beautiful to keep hidden, and put it on, carefully working the laces and bows, worried that he might damage it in one way or another, yet every time, he managed.

Parading around the house for an imaginary audience, he would twirl and twist, shifting the fabric from one way or another, flouncing and flaunting as if someone were watching him, ready to ask him to an imaginary dance to an imaginary song. Practicing steps and movements as if he had some sort of a partner with him, a specific partner that he did have in mind, but for the time being, an imaginary dance would have to do.

He let the light shining through his window hit the gold flakes and reflect onto the walls, making his small home seem like a grand ballroom. His hair wasn’t done up in his usual style, but scraped back by a small piece of cloth which held it together, except for a few stray hairs which fell to the side of his face, and tickled him as he gave another twirl.

He caught sight of himself in a mirror, seeing the way that the dress rested on his hips and slid along his waist, and he let himself laugh.

Laugh at the ridicule which he might face, laughed at the idea of a man in a dress, laughed at the idea that he was enjoying himself, and laughed at the imaginary dance which he just had with a partner whom knew nothing about what he did when the doors were shut, yet he didn’t seem to care, letting a melodious laugh carry from one end of his small house to the other, from the bedroom, to the bathroom, to the ballroom which he had created for himself.

LeFou heard that very same laugh just as he was about to enter the house, a laugh of pure joy which made his heart hammer in his chest. Damnit, why did one person leave such an effect on him?

He quietly pushed open the door, unsure of what to expect, yet when he finally slipped through, he was greeted by what some people would call ‘un veux pour les yeux douloureux.’

Stanley was stood in the middle of the room, wearing a dress.

Yet it didn’t seem to be any dress, this was a dress of pure luxury, with trimmings, and bows, and gold and velvet, with silk and chiffon, and so much more. The sheer complexity of it was beyond him, and the fact that it fitted him perfectly, accenting the way his body curved and his gorgeous figure, taking LeFou’s breath away.

Simply, Stanley was beautiful.

Sensing a pair of eyes on his back, Stanley turned to be greeted by the sight of Lefou frozen in his place, mouth agape and staring at the cloth which had been draped on him. He had a baguette in his hand and some pate in the other, scanning Stanley’s body whilst blushing profusely.

Stanley began to stutter, his hands starting to fidget with the small stray hairs which had come undone from the material, his cheeks going bright red and almost matching the satin which hung off his hips.

“I- you see, LeFou, its not what it looks like,” he choked out, making a small step forwards.

“I mean, maybe it is what it looks like I can’t really tell but i don’t think it is, is it? Perhaps if-”

“I think it looks beautiful,” LeFou said, cutting Stanley’s ramblings short and walking to meet him at the centre of the room.

“I, what?”

LeFou smiled, his eyes meeting Stanley’s, which were filled with confusion and tinged slightly with fear.

“Its beautiful, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, holding Stanley’s hands tenderly.

Stanley frowned in confusion.

“But I thought you were into more, you know,” he raised his arms to flex, puffed out his chest and had a look on his face which was somewhat mocking of the one Gaston used to pull when looking at Belle.

LeFou simply laughed in response and shook his head, a grin engulfing him ear to ear.

“Mon amour, I’m into you.”

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Jungkook pulled at the gold silken ropes suspended from the ceiling.  His arms pulled tight, a delicious fire burning through his shoulders.  Beads of sweat trailed a cooling path over his flushed bronze skin.  His chest rose with each breath, only his moans and grunts leaving his muffled mouth.  

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The Day and Night AU reference compilation

To be updated as I find fabrics and with my outfit breakdowns, etc. 

Debut: Otakon 2017 or Winter 2017 (tentative)

So I fell in love with @beanpots Viktuuri Au where they’re Day and Night and I asked if I could take their art and make it. I just checked and saw that a few days ago? they gave me permission (and posted outfit designs for Otabek, Yuri, and Pichit!) I’m really excited for this, like it’s ridiculous how excited I am. But this will be my run of references, notes and thoughts as I start planning the outfit. So feel free to skip, I’ll be posting WIPs as soon as I start making the outfits.


Gold/bronze braid -  appears military grade. study dad’s old uniform, see where it can be purchased, find design and braid self? Think more on this.

Cape - learn how to ombre dye fabric, pale blue to royal blue/pale yellow to orange. Soft fabric, fleece or fur?

Crown - seven (7) points, same gold/bronze as braiding/metal detailing. further detailing to be decided

Man dress - either find a matrix pattern or cut at knee length and pair with boots and pants? lined in white. turned up cuffs? Cuff edged in gold braid, white lining visible. Buttons for ease. 

Detailing -  cape chain is darker metal, standing collar. Peacoat type closure? Shoulder boards need some thought. Is a nod to the British royal family military uniforms. Braid does NOT go behind shoulder


Cape - lined in pale gray. high collar, should be freestanding. Slight ombre from top to bottom. Hand paint stars, constellations and galaxies?

Bottom - empire/high waisted, tied with cord. Navy/midnight colored fabric under mesh with stars. Hand paint stars for ombre, add crystals for extra glam. Decorative tie in back?

Top - Leotard base, covers back of hand, middle finger loops to keep this length in place. Wide neck overlayer. Long kimono sleeves.

Crown - constellations or random stars. wire and light string (more thought needed)

Detailing - choker out of velvet with interchangeable moon focal pieces (references somewhere on hard drive)


Cape - ombre, mix of Viktor’s colors to Yuuri’s lighter blue. Attached at shoulderboards (more thought needed for this). Lined int pale pink to orange ombre. 

Dress - Simple floor length design, bishop sleeves with simple cuff (buttoned on side for ease). fitted through torso. simple round neck or collared v neck? Where skirt starts at waist slight ombre from orange color of inner cape to pale pink. Midweight cotton?

Vest/waist coat - Same color as the bottom of his outer cape, simple closure along front. v neck. cape part of vest? collar attached for structural support?

Detailing - shoulder boards are done in the same color as Viktor’s metal detailing. Pin appears polished and brighter, gold braided rope. through shoulder board fixment. Navy/midnight blue of  Yuuri’s top as sash.

** Keep undergarments light as possible to avoid overheating with the layers.

** Capes should be midweight

** Look into fabric detailing and keep it natural, vines/leaves for Viktor and Yuri. Dark on dark detailing on Yuuri but still natural motifs. 

fouroct  asked:

oooh how about killervibe + hold on by nano

The song!

Send me a ship and a song and I’ll write you a fic from one of the lyrics

I Know You’re Tired of Surviving (but you gotta keep on trying)

They raced down the hall to the speed lab, Caitlin keeping up even though she was wearing her favorite high heels. “Crisis mode again,” he said, hitting the lights.

“Wouldn’t be Tuesday night without it,” she joked feebly, heading straight for the second bank of monitors.

Cisco worked on automatic, hands flying over all the equipment, waking everything up, brain churning through theories and solutions and -

He realized that everything was on, ready to go, and all they needed was Barry down here so they could run their tests, find out what was wrong this time. Wally had been recruited to find him and bring him back.

He looked around. Caitlin stood, steadying herself on a monitor. Her eyes met his.

The next second, she was in his arms. He buried his face in her hair and pulled her so close that her necklace dug into his sternum. It was a pretty, jingling rope of gold chain and charms, and it pressed right through to the bone. He didn’t loosen his hold.

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“On a hot summer’s day in 1986 I was taking photos of a new group called Salt n Pepa for a British magazine called Sky. Salt n Pepa were like sisters, funny, cool girls from Queens wearing big gold earrings, chains and fake Louis Vuitton bags. It was their first ever photo shoot and we spent the day hanging out on Avenue C, on the Lower East Side. After that I met Hurby ‘Love Bug’ Azor, their manager, he asked me to shoot their album cover. A year later they had a new look and were the first girls to sport kente cloth hats, leather baseball jackets, spandex and gold dookie rope chains.” - Janette Beckman.



Gabriel had been back from the dead for close to a year now. The how’s & the why’s of it unclear, but the little Archangel was never one to turn down a gift resurrection. He managed to lure the Winchester Boys to some small podunk town & the look of utter shock on their faces was worth the punch he received.

After that, he started popping up every now & again. Sometimes helping with a bit of information or a snack break. He pulled their asses out of a couple of tight situations, but they still refused to let him have an FBI badge of his own (despite the fact that he could create an authentic one at the snap of his fingers).

After being back for seven months he was now an ‘unofficial’ member of Team Free Will. More often then not he slept at the Bunker, his room was surprisingly spartan, but a large bed took up a good portion of the floor, & it was full of pillows & blankets.

He had been flirting with Sam ever since Sam punched him in the face upon his return. In fact, he’d probably been making a smart-assed comment about how Sammy had aged like a fine wine when Sam’s fist connected with his face. Adding insult to injury, Gabriel had laughed at Sam’s reaction. But ever since, he had taken that as permission to flirt. And flirt he did.

Sam had blushed & stammered & occasionally snarked back in the beginning. But eventually he’d gotten used to it, & once in a while he actually got the drop on Gabriel. Those were Gabriel’s proudest moments.

But he was careful. Careful to do his best to not let his true heart to show too much. Because he cared for Sam Winchester very much. He had from the day he’d first met him. The young Hunter had been so adorably ernest, so eager to save people. The Trickster had been charmed. After the Mystery Spot, the Archangel had to admit if only to himself, he’d fallen. He’d fallen for the Hunter, the Boy King of Hell, Samuel William Winchester.

Being an older brother himself, he suspected Dean knew how he really felt about Sam. Just as Gabriel knew how Dean truly felt about his little brother, Castiel. And that was one thing Gabriel & Sam enjoyed doing together; trying to get Dean & Cassie to admit to each other they they loved each other.

Finally after getting thoroughly annoyed by their constant doe-eyes & 'come-fuck-me’ glances Gabriel made up a case for them & simply tricked them. They were now on their second week away, & actually working a real case that they’d found, but it was clear that there was more action between the sheets then on the actual case.

Sam had been amused at first, but his annoyance had been rising as another person had been attacked by whatever creature was lurking in the warehouse district of the rust belt city they were staying in.

Sam was in the library, laptop open & screen bright; lore books were scattered on the other tables, open to various pages. A large nearly-empty bowl held the last of his dinner, a salad that Gabriel had brought him some time ago, if it wasn’t for the Angel he wouldn’t have eaten at all.

From his vantage point across from the open doorway into the library, Gabriel swallowed hard. He was nervous, scared shitless really. He didn’t know how much longer Dean & Cassie would be gone, but he knew he was running out of time. He had to let Sam know how he felt…& he was about to put it all out there, in a big way.

Still out of Sam’s line of sight he snapped his fingers (& he knew Sam could hear), vanishing his clothes. He was completely naked & closing his eyes, he manifested his wings. Another snap, & a gold, silk rope was in his hands. He put it in his mouth & fell to his hands & knees.

Slowly he crawled into the library & he felt the instant Sam saw him. He crawled slowly towards Sam, he actually managed to look good while doing it. He was more muscular & toned then he had been previously. His wings swayed, the feathers making a soft swishing sound. He made it to the chair Sam was sitting in, & he stretched up & placed the rope on Sam’s lap before resting his cheek on the Hunter’s thigh. He was looking away from Sam, his eyes closed, partially in shame, but also fear. He didn’t want to see the look of horror that was likely on his face, or worse, Sam thinking this was a joke of some kind. He actually trembled, his wings shivering & fluffing.