hat and sash

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 5

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You were tired and emotionally drained for what felt like the entire next week. With no classes to go to, and a job not available to you, you found yourself in the flat far more in one week than you felt you’d been there in the past month. You didn’t wear pants, drank a lot of hot cocoa, and caught up on way too much Netflix for things to be healthy.

Harry helped you clear everything from your bed – all your notes and textbooks and notebooks and extra papers and quizzes you’d kept to study just in case. He spent three days carefully organizing all of it on your desk and putting papers into folders and putting different textbooks all in order alphabetically.

You knew he was only doing it because he wanted to be near you to watch out for you without suffocating you or asking you if you were okay. You were just exhausted, and even when you walked – which was usually at a purposeful and quick speed that even Harry had to jog to keep up with from time to time – had slowly significantly to a languid and purposeless stroll.

So you allowed him to do his little organizing, stopping every once in a while to read a paper, or flip through the marked and worn pages of your textbooks. It occurred to him the ridiculous and meticulous amount of work you’d put into knowing every little thing, and he wondered if maybe it had just gotten to the point where you’d just started memorizing your textbooks. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever worked this hard in his life. Sure, memorizing scripts or writing songs was difficult, but he always had others to back him up. And you were on your own. Your entire education was on your shoulders.

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I am so so so close to having Eclipsa finished, so have another batch of selfies and stuff!
All I gotta do is assemble the wand bits to the parasol, make my moon necklace, add the fluff to the hat and get the white sash for around her waist. So these will be the last pics until she’s 100% done!

BONUS: HER HAT TOO BIG FOR HER GOTDAMN HEAD

Anonymous said to assassin-tales:
Jacob reacting to s/o getting him a fancy and expensive tophat ❤

((I got you, Anon))

The night was still and calm, snow flowing softly on the streets of Lambeth. It was Christmas Eve and you had just bought a gift for your boyfriend of two years. Every time you passed by this store he would look at the one top hat on display. Never fully committing a real look at it. Just side glances. But you knew that he wanted it. So you took up extra missions, fought in clubs and raced carriages just to buy that silly top hat. And buy it you did. The box was black with a red bow on it. Inside was a sheer black top hat with a golden sash around it. It cost you all your money and it made the walk back to the train seem even shorter than it was. Agnes had agreed to stop Bertha for a few minutes while you got the gift for Jacob.


Inside the train was the regular Mahogany wood with red carpet. Mr.Green had taken the liberty of setting up a tree out of books on Evie’s cart and a hanging beer bottle on Jacobs cart. Underneath Jacobs tree was two presents. One from Evie and one from Henry. Both were expertly wrapped and looked very festive. Jacob was dead asleep and snoring on the couch once you got on. The train started her slow move the second you put the sleek box under his tree and you fell asleep right beside him on the couch. Waiting until tomorrow.


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The next morning you were woken up by Jacob nudging your shoulder. “Love, wake up. Love, it’s assassin Christmas!”


You slowly got up, shaking your head and seeing Jacob tear into the present Evie had left. A new tie for his outfit. It was purple and had a black pattern on it.


Jacob looked over the tie before putting it back into the box carefully, as if afraid to break it somehow.


He then opened up Henry’s box with a little more care. Inside was a new Kukri. Silver with a gold accent and an eagle’s head for the handle. Very regal looking. Jacob immediately put it in his holder strapped to his thigh.


“Would you look at this,” Jacob picked up the black box, “Santa left me a present,” He said it with such wonder, almost as if he was a kid on Christmas.


“Why don’t you open it?” You asked innocently.


He slowly pulled away the bow and shuffled open the top on the lid. It freeing itself with a pop. But he just sat there, amazed and awestruck. Before carefully taking it out of the box and putting it on his messy brown hair.


“My, that really suits you, Jacob,” You slyly commented.


“Love, did you really buy it for me?” It was like he couldn’t believe it.


“Actually, that present was for Greenie,” A sarcastic quip.


He said nothing but enveloped you in a bear hug, lifting you from your spot on the couch. He smelled of gunpowder and horse, but also something that was just, Jacob. It had been a successful Christmas this year. All thanks to that charming top hat.

  • Aramis: I'm resigning my commission and retiring at the monastery at Douai.
  • Porthos: ...
  • Athos: ...
  • D'Artagnan: ...
  • D'Artagnan: Can I have your hat?

I received a big box of goodies from my parents in Japan on Friday.

TAKARA TOMY Disney Beans Collection doll - Sven & Kristoff

They are only 18cm tall but possibly the cutest Frozen dolls I have ever seen! 

Reading (1884). Julius LeBlanc Stewart (American, 1855-1919). Oil on canvas.

Stewart excelled at painting images of outdoor leisure activities with society figures. Reading depicts a well-heeled and stylish couple seated by a pond on a summer day. As the woman reads from her book, her companion listens attentively, looking up fondly at her. The woman is fashionably dressed in a white dress with black trim and long yellow gloves. Wearing a fashionable suit topped with a boater hat with a red sash, the gentleman compliments her high style.

Kristwuff!

I enjoy thinking about how Kristwuff would look with a little bobble hat.

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Walt Disney World Original Character Report

Character: Mayor Christopher George Weaver

Occupation: Mayor of Main Street USA in the Magic Kingdom.

Status: Mayor Weaver can be randomly found on Main Street USA in the Magic Kingdom, at Walt Disney World. The best opportunity to see him would be if you are in the park for an early morning. He is also more commonly found on holidays or special events.

Home: Main Street USA in the Magic Kingdom.

Appearance: Older man with grey hair, dresses Victorian style clothing, wears a hat, mayor sash and carries a cane.

Personality: Very loud, happy, larger-than-life politician. He loves to sing songs with the guest and talk to you about how he has just announced that he will be running for re-election.

Slogan: “When you pull the lever, vote for Weaver!”

Side Kicks: Chief Smokey Miller, Chief of the Main Street Volunteer Fire Department; Hildegard Olivia Harding and Beatrice Starr (who campaign against Mayor Weaver!).

Likes: Singing, telling jokes, meeting people, campaigning for reelection.         

Description: Mayor Weaver is the Mayor of Main Street USA in the Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World. He can be found on Main Street, U.S.A., and he’ll be happy to pose with you for a picture so that he can serenade you his campaign slogan: “When you pull the lever, vote for Weaver!” He likes to give out his card that Mayor Weaver says “will get you in the back of any line in the entire park”. He is often with his “right-hand man” Chief Smokey Miller, Chief of the Main Street Volunteer Fire Department. You will hear them before you see them! They are larger-than-life and especially happy because the Mayor has just announced that he will be running for re-election, and has promised to keep Smokey on as Chief for life. 

anonymous asked:

"Mummy!" A little five year old girl with white streaks came running wearing her father's crumpled top hat and his sash flying behind her, she also had his lockets clutched in her tiny hands, which, Undertaker had told her several times not to touch and or steal without him there, she had her father's powers being able to get into places that they had locked with magic, she was a handful. Undertaker sadly, was out delivering a coffin. ((Its thesilverhairedshinigami I need fluff))

thesilverhairedshinigami

Grell was sitting at the table, doing some paperwork when she heard her little girl break the silence. “Marie, what did Daddy tell you about his lockets?” She scolded gently, patting her lap for her daughter to sit in it.

//I must find a faceclaim for this girl