hand stitched leather

Jackpot (Nakamoto Yuta)

Rated: M
For Sexual Situations, and Language

Word Count: 4,600+

Reading Time: 15-25 minutes

(A/n: Hello! So, this isn’t my first story (it is my first for tumblr), but it has been awhile since I’ve written anything and actually posted it. I originally wrote this for a friend and revised it so I could share it here. I hope you enjoy it. Hopefully this won’t be the first and last story I share here, but who knows with my lazy butt. Happy Reading!) - Suhspectacles 0-0

Originally posted by jaehyunshotpack

Jackpot 

A cool summer’s night breeze drifted over her bare skin of her arms and back as she was escorted from the black limo. She had now set foot in unfamiliar territory for quite possibly one of the best excuses her fiancé had ever giving her; gambling. You see, on every other occasion, ________ loathed being asked to attend some fancy pants event as his arm candy. People were usually very stuck up and snobbish, lacking the fun or entertainment that she much desired. Being the fiancée of a high-powered attorney had its downfalls, like; being dragged around and shown off like a trophy.

 You see, before ________ met her fiancé, she had high hopes of becoming one New York’s greatest reporters. She was in her second year of college, journalism as her major, when she met him. Now usually when it came to overly attractive men, she made sure to look, but keep her hands to herself. She knew no good could come from a pretty face. But this man, one year older than her, was relentless in his pursuits. Flowers, gifts, candy, the works, he gave her everything she could have ever asked for.

 But ________ didn’t have an eye for the gifts he threw her way, no, she took the bait for other reasons. You see, after this young man told his mother just how much he longed for the companionship of this female, she sought to buy ________. So, the young lady struck a deal with his mother. She’d go out with the lady’s son, if she in return helped with her career. Now a few years later, she’s engaged to the dull, spoiled, momma’s boy. And though they met in the states, he had on intentions of keeping here there when his businesses all resided in Seoul. So now she was truly stuck with him, living halfway across the world.

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anonymous asked:

mike driving ginny home after a night of partying & their obvious connection becomes too much for them

all right, go with me on this one. it’s a little weird, but i kinda like it. It’s more of a movie montage than anything? Listen to this while you read if you like! 


a wordless, unspoken poem | ao3

Mike Lawson leans back against the bar, a bottle of beer that had ceased to sweat nearly twenty minutes ago in one of his hands. His eyes scan the crowd, not in interest, but seeking out someone specific. 

He finds her and one corner of his mouth tilts up. Not quite a smile, but certainly a hint of fondness.

Across the crowded room, Ginny Baker looks up from the conversation she’s having with Sonny and Blip, like she’s aware of the attention on her. His attention, specifically. None of the many stares pointed her way seem to affect her the way his does. Her eyes catch on Mike’s and that same tilt takes over her lips. 

Mike quirks a brow and Ginny’s head ducks. She glances up and Mike shrugs. A smile, a real one, brighter than the neon signage decorating the walls, breaks across her face and Mike’s eyes roll. She shakes her head, finally catching the attention of the two men closest to her. They take one look at where her attention is, though, and there’s another round of head shaking. 

Not that either Mike or Ginny notice.

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A Basilard

Based on several monuments of the mid-to-late XIVth century (mainy in Frankfurt and Vienna) ; the diamond section blade is made of hig-carbon steel. Oak wood and mild steel for the handle, with the top and bottom plates nailed (with square-section nails, as befitting to the period) to the handle.

The scabbard is vegetable tanned leather, hand-stitched, iron acetate-dyed ; very plain, with no decoration nor ferrules, as visible on the Frankfurt sculpure.

355 mm overall for a 210 mm blade (28 mm wide at its base).

Basé sur diverses sculptures du mileu du XIVe siècle (principalement à Francfort et Vienne) ; la lame est en acier au carbone, et la poignée est faite de chêne. Les plaques supérieures et inférieures y sont clouées avec des pointes à section carrée.

Le fourreau, sans ornement aucun conformément à l'exemple de Francfort, est en cuir tanné végétal, noirci à l'acétate de fer, cousu main.

So, my dad gave me this capsule he made out of leather, hand stitched and hand painted, and heavy as fuck

And he told me I’m not allowed to open it until I need a new computer, and that what’s inside will, “with a bit of effort ”, pay for a new computer

My curiosity is killing me but I don’t need a new computer right now and I don’t want to open something so pretty even if I can close it again

So for now it’s the mystery capsule of mysteries

Jerk { SHINee Key x Reader }


You’d never spoken to him, not really. There had never been a conversation between the two of you until he’d been for a while. But there was no need; you knew he was a pompous idiot with his head shoved so far up his own ass that he probably got some kick off his stomach acid. You knew this as soon as he walked through the doors to the little coffee shop you worked in, and that was a year ago.

It was one glorious summer Thursday morning when he happened to saunter into the shop, his head held high and some hint of swagger in his walk. He looked around and sniffed the coffee and tea infected air with his probably fake nose.

His heavily lined eyes eyes scanned the familiar area and made contact with yours. He smiled at your blank, fed up expression before smirking and winking at you then turning on his Italian hand stitched leather shoe heels and making his way to ‘his spot’ by the window where he would sit and laugh at all the peasants obviously failing at their everyday, boring lives.

You sighed and glared daggers at him before pushing your hands away from the counter and turning to make his usual cappuccino with semi-skimmed milk, not too hot and not too cold, had to be a centimetre filled from the top otherwise the wanker would send it back. What a twat. No sugar as he would then hear himself getting fat and nobody wanted that.

He was such a regular that you didn’t have to approach him and ask what he wanted. He never came to the counter like any normal person either; the heat would probably melt his make up and being in the presence of another person’s order would most affect his bleached hair in some way or another. And then the world would, of course, come to an end.

You finished up his coffee and set it on a little plate next to a napkin folded in a certain way for his majesty before taking it to where he sat.

“Your coffee, sir.” You said, as politely as you could possibly manage at the time and set the cup on the table.

“Ah, thank you, miss.” You glared at him but soon changed it into a ‘friendly’ smile. “Babe, come sit with me for a bit.” He cooed.

“No, I’ve got other customers waiting, Kibum.” You said a little annoyed that he didn’t respect the fact that you had to serve other people.

“You better come sit with me afterwards!” He said and you rolled your eyes at him. “Otherwise you won’t be able to stand up at that counter tomorrow.” He said, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes, the biggest smirk plastered across his face.

“Do you want to drink that coffee or do you want a ruined outfit?” You snapped at him before turning away, back towards the counter.

Why you hadn’t yet banned your boyfriend from the shop yet, you had no idea.


~ oops lol that was shit.
Literally just procrastinating from revision <.<

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from your least favourite person ever ~ Idressa☺️💕

Too bad these gorgeous Arturo leather pants are ruined with the West Coast Leather top.  Skip Pas had claimed to have “invented” the leather corset with this line, though as anyone with awareness of leather or fashion knows that 1)  This is not a “corset” 2) this cut out laced style has been done for decades, and I can recall North Bound Leather as well as Carla Behrle and her World Domination line doing this or similar in the 80s.  The leather quality for West Coast Leather in my opinion is EXTREMELY overpriced compared to the quality that North Beach Leather had.  Having owned hundreds of Hoban North Beach Pieces, any WCL pieces i purchased with store credit, I immediately sold to convert / cash out the credit since I found the quality leaving something to be desired. …. Now to the pants. 

The pants were made by Arturo Arocha who was at the start of North Beach Leather along with Bill Morgan and Michael Hoban.  Arturo takes great lambskin that is super soft and hand-stitched leather seems.  These are amazing.  I have owned a few pairs of these, and they are incredible.  Sadly, Arturo passed along in around 2010

There is a great video on Vimeo of Arturo and Amy Hoban : http://vimeo.com/78587147

Amy passed along last year

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Moccasin made of vintage Pebody of Northampton Box Calf.

Note that all the skins are halves: this is to make it easier to hand curry/board the hides. 

For more on the background of this leather: http://meccariello-calzoleria.tumblr.com/post/98483505970/the-original-box-calf

Glenfiddich 50 Years Old

A true legacy whisky, this extraordinary expression has been created from some of Glenfiddich’s rarest and most precious family casks. Exclusively handcrafted for DFS Masters of Wines and Spirits, this is a whisky like no other. After five decades spent quietly maturing in oak casks, Malt Master Brian Kinsman deemed it had reached a patient perfection. Bottled at cask strength, only two hand-numbered decanters will ever be created, its rarity and individuality available nowhere else in the world, and celebrated in every precious drop. As you would expect from Glenfiddich, each luxurious decanter is cast in the  nest Baccarat crystal, hand-blown by expert craftsmen. It is crowned by a stunning triangular stopper in very rare red crystal. The final touch is a deep red hand-stitched leather box. The owner will also receive a leather box containing two 5cl bottles of the precious liquid.

Gear Up Guide: Nightshade Outfit

“Hand-stitched leather bleached in the sun makes up the bulk of the Nightshade outfit, with a wolf-fur stole draped over the shoulders for extra warmth. Orange accents – such as the gloves, scarf, and sash around the waist – are a color shift from similar wilderness ensembles, making it the best choice for blending into an autumn environment. Leather and fur wrapped boots ensure pelt scraps are put to good use, layered over the top of gray trousers. Rounding out the look, Lara’s iconic red climbing axes are swapped for ancient Byzantine blades in this ensemble.“

- Art Director, Brenoch Adams

Get the full resolution on Flickr.

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I fixed up my Anders costume for the first ever Finnish ECG selections in January 2016.

The biggest changes are (… apart from slightly different camera angles and different lighting)
- new feather pauldrons
- both the jacket and the coat are now fully lined
- jacket is remade, with new collar that actually sticks up properly and is, in general, much neater than the previous disaster

Apart from all this, I’ve touched up the existing details, fixed the paint job on some of my props, and remade my bootcovers (which I’ll be posting about separately, later), which pretty much meant re-casting 28 D-rings and hand-stitching far more leather than my fingers would have liked. 

I’m still not 100 % happy with how everything works, but this is definite improvement from the first version that I rushed to finish in May/June 2015. Technically, I’d still like to re-make the coat completely, but that would mean sewing 100+ pieces of leather together, again, and I’m not sure I’m mentally ready for that just yet. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, not sure if you're taking prompt requests but I have just read through some of your fics and loved them, I was wondering if you would have a go at filling this one: When Castle and Beckett are packing up her apartment Castle comes across her kinky box and one thing leads to another, lets just say they don't get much packing done! Thanks :D

Hi Anon! Sorry about the delay in getting this to you. I altered the prompt just slightly, so it’s post-7x09 and not pre-7x09. You’ll see why, and I hope you enjoy it!

Pandora

Rated M


He’s not where she expects him to be when she lets herself into the loft. His loft, now theirs. She’d promised at the precinct to watch a couple of his ridiculous macho movies with him, but the projector – and more importantly the man – are conspicuously absent from the living room. There’s no lingering scent of freshly made popcorn, no piles of movie snacks, nothing. A quick glance into the office tells her it’s empty and dark, too. So he’s not set up in there.

“Castle?” she calls, careful not to shout too loudly in case Alexis is upstairs studying for her upcoming exams. Living with a college student again has taken some getting used to, but it’s not too bad. The odd hours Alexis keeps can rival Kate’s own sometimes, but when it’s quiet in the loft, she’s mindful to keep it quiet.

The quiet is a bit unnerving, though, especially given how excited Castle had been earlier. Guilt pools in her belly; she had taken a while at her place – her old place – between meeting the movers to make final arrangements for putting everything they haven’t carted over here in storage, and taking some time to say her final farewell. Could he think she’s stood him up for their movie date?

Then again, he didn’t get much sleep the night before after having “drinks” with The Indestructibles. So he very well could be sprawled out across their bed, asleep, with one sock still on his foot and his pants partially undone. It’s happened before.

In a way, she hopes he is already asleep, because then she has the pleasure of crawling up his body and waking him. Welcome home, Kate, welcome home.

Rounding the corner into her bedroom requires dodging a pile of boxes she intends to take care of next time she gets a spare moment, but she makes it without breaking a toe or shouting obscenities into the ether. It’s for the best, really, especially if Castle’s asleep.

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Standard Line Meccariello

Double buckle goat suede navy blue

anonymous asked:

"we make quite the au pair" Prompt: Rival book store owners.

Turned out my nonnie with the best title inspiration was the lovely ihaveagreatmemoryithink . Hope you enjoy your prompt below! 


Emma loves her little shop, in spite of its cramped space and overflowing shelves. She’s never thought a bookstore should be neat and organized, too much like a library. No, she prefers the books scatter themselves across the shelves, free to be wherever the last person who picked them up put them down.

They’re used books, after all. It’s not like they’re shiny and new to the world – no, they’ve been loved (or hated) and cast aside before landing on her shelves, waiting for a new home.

There’s a comment about her life there, but she chooses to ignore it.

Besides, it’s not like the used books are the only things she sells. She also makes journals, hand-stitched together with embossed leather in whatever color she manages to find on clearance. It’s resulted in a fairly rainbow-like display, but it makes for a cheerful shop window. Sometimes she’ll look up in the middle of the day to see someone’s child pressed against the glass, staring at all the colors, and it makes her smile in return.

The journals are also her main source of income – the tourists in the seaside town gobble them up.

She’s coming back from picking up lunch one day at Granny’s when she notices the vacant store front across the street is vacant no more. It’s too early to tell what it’s going to be, but a new business is definitely going in. Emma cheers mentally – more business in the area means more potential customers walking by her shop. She’ll never be upset about that.

Except when the Jolly Roger finally opens, it’s another goddamn bookstore – but not used books and crafty, personalized journals. No, it’s one of those bright, shiny and new shops, complete with a fancy espresso machine to serve up browsing customers their caffeinated beverage of choice.

She hopes it won’t make a difference – the people who buy new books are not necessarily the same sorts who come into her store. She pokes her head in to check the place, meets the obnoxious proprietor, and mentally assures herself his bookstore isn’t going to interfere with hers.

But then some giggling, silly teenager comes out of his shop with a mocha latte something another and into hers – and spills the drink all over the journal display, ruining several of them. And that is when Emma loses her temper.

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