4am and I’m calling it a night! So happy to actually be making a poet shirt for once. Things left to do:
-sew vest together
-add cuffs and collar to shirt
- see bow
Deciding if I’m making the pants, I have the pattern so I may. Gotta order the wig, buy stockings and figure out shoes.
(I’d appreciate if as many people as possible could reblog this. This is a really common problem with these binders, but I’ve never seen any posts about fixing them on here before)
If you’ve ever had an underworks binder you’ve probably encountered the way the material starts to separate once they get stretched out. And if you haven’t yet you probably will at some point, because this is usually what does for them in the end and makes them a bit useless. Mine wasn’t actually that bad when I did this, I’ve seen them get a lot worse.
The material loses it’s elasticity so it doesn’t bind very well.
To fix this I replaced the back panel with white four-way-stretch lycra, inspired by gc2b binders, which are made entirely of it
(apart from the canvas front panel), or something similar
I’m really happy with how this turned out. It binds better than it ever did before for me (because I got it second hand). The only thing I would say is that it’s a little less comfortable than it was before, both because it’s tighter, and also because the seams dig in a little because I didn’t sew them flat like they were before. And it took me ages to do, but that’s because I don’t have a machine so I did it all by hand. It was worth it though, because the fabric only cost £5 which is a lot less than a new binder :)
I’ll put the details of how I did this under a cut
Machine hems are quick and easy alternatives to hand sewn hems. Here are two of our favorite techniques.
Wide Topstitched Hem Use it for: All fabrics and styles, except for very curved hems. For the most attractive proportions, the hem allowance should be 1¼" to 2¼" (3.8cm to 5.7cm) wide.
How to do it: 1.Stitch ½" (13mm) from the raw edge of the hem allowance. Fold under along the stitching, rolling the stitches just slightly to the inside of the garment; press. (Note: If the hem is slightly curved, gently pull up on this row of stitches to ease in the fullness.) If you are working with a knit, you can skip this step.2.Press the hem up along the hemline.3.Working on the wrong side, stitch close to the hem allowance edge, through all of the layers; press.4.Stitch again, ¼" (6mm) away from the first row of stitching, within the hem allowance. TIP: If you are working with a knit, you can skip Step #1.
Narrow Machine Hem Use it for: Sheers, lightweight silk and synthetic fabrics and for hemming ruffles. Note: To do this hem, you must have at least a 5/8" (1.5cm) hem allowance.
How to do it: 1.Mark the hemline 1/8" (3mm) longer than desired.2.Fold the garment up along this hemline, and then stitch as close as you can to, but not more than 1/8" (3mm) from, the fold. Do not press before you stitch. If the hemline is not on straight of grain, pressing at this step will distort the hem.3.Using small scissors, carefully trim away the hem allowance above the stitching.4.Fold the hem allowance up along the stitching line, rolling the stitching line just slightly to the inside of the garment; press.5.Stitch again, close to the inner fold; press.
Tags: Alternate Universe. Modern Setting. Aged-Up Characters. Fluff.
Summary: An emergency phone call leads to a fated encounter.
Author’s notes: I wanted to write for this fandom only when I had atleast a 15k oneshot ready but this just got away from me because of this gorgeous art. Also hey there India @irrevocably-delicious and Cora @brickerbeetle you wanted to see my sappy writing, well here it is. This is fluff queen @jubesy approved so you guys don’t have to worry about it being terribly bad.
Jazz, rock and Mozart melded sinfully well, thundering on the eardrums of the crowd as the dazzlingly bright and kaleidoscopic spotlights swivel to focus sharply on the models strutting their stuff on the runway. Cameras clicking frantically, magazine reporters whispering furiously in their recorders, the crowd roared and applauded at each creation as they wink, smile, wave and highlight their individual panache under the brand name of international style icon, Yuri Plisetsky.
Yuri sipped his first glass of champagne as Emil cheerily made a handstand with a full split and straightened up before bowing dramatically, sending a flirtatious wink - directed pointedly at the person sitting in the front row next to Sara. The sapphire blue-sea green mix worked spectacularly well with the turquoise stones and sequins embroidered along the stitches and hem of the outfit, making him look like a Genie when the lights hit them. It was bright, colourful, cheesy, filmy and so Emil.
Request: Can do you one where he cheats on you? Your imagine rock btw 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
“You okay Luke?” You asked him lovingly, but he just shrugged.
“Uh yeah.” He spoke lowly.
Ever since a few days ago, Luke had been acting really strange.
He’d barley want to talk to you or kiss you, and he’d always find some excuse for why he couldn’t spend time with you.
“No. Seriously Luke what the hell is your problem? You’ve been like this all week.” You asked. “Been like what (Y/N)?” He replied angrily, acting as if he didn’t already know the problem.
“You’re just so-” You sighed as you began to get worked up. “Forget it Luke. I’m gonna go back hang out with (Y/F/N).” You spoke, and his eyes went wide.
“You are? I mean, ok… I-I guess I’ll see you later.” He stuttered as you walked away.
“Where do you wanna go next (Y/F/N)?” You asked you wandered around the mall.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to get a new bra?”
“Uh.. Yeah.” She spoke, looking toward a children’s clothing store.
“Are you ok? You normally love shopping..” You noticed.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She lied.
“Ok. I’ve known you for how long? I can definitely tell when your lying (Y/F/N).”
“How many times do I have I say it!? I said I’m fine already!!” She yelled, causing you to jump a bit.
“Look. I’m sorry okay? Can we just, can we just go?” She asked, and you nodded slowly.
Once you had gotten back to (Y/F/N’s) flat you guys decided on ordering pizza, but you of course weren’t willing to wait that long so you though you’d kill time by baking some cookies while (Y/F/N) ran off to clean or something.
After you rolled the cookies and put them into the oven you went to throw away a paper towel; but what you saw next surprised you.
You looked down into the can to notice a clearblue pregnancy test box in there. You leaned closer as you noticed the actual text in there. Is was positive.
You stormed out of the kitchen and into
“(Y/F/N)!!” You exclaimed, standing in front of her bed.
“WHY DIDINT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE PREGNANT?!!” You asked happily and that’s when she lost it.
“Why are you crying? You don’t have to raise the baby alone do you? I’ll help you the entire time!! Who’s the father?“
“(Y/N)!!” She yelled. “I have something to tell you.” She whispered.
“Okay…” You spoke, your concern growing rapidly.
“I only slept with one guy my whole life.. It was one night at a party, you were drunk, I we saw each other but I promise you it didn’t mean anything, I don’t even love him!!”
“(Y/F/N). Who’s the father of your baby.” You whispered.
“It’s Luke.” She spoke confidently.
“Luke? A-As in my boyfriend Luke?” You spoke, trying to stay as calm as possible.
“Yes.” She said with teary eyes. “I’m so sorry, I swear it wasn’t intended, we were sitting there and one thing led to the other!!” She choked out through tears.
“Sorry? You’re sorry?!” You yelled.
“You fuck my boyfriend and you think sorry is gonna fix it? You really are a piece of shit friend.” You spat as you began walking out the room.
“(Y/N) Wait!!!” She yelled, but it was too late. You were already out of the door.
You opened the door to your apartment, praying that Luke was there. But out of your luck; so was Calum.
“What’s up butter cup?” Calum’s cheerful voice rang, but you were in no mood to talk to him.
He was on the couch next to Luke, they were watching some movie.
“Hey baby.” Luke spoke as he got off the couch and tired to hug you, but you backed away from him.
“I found a pregnancy test.” You spoke voicelessly, and Luke’s face lit up.
“That’s great babe, we’re gonna be a family. I finally get to be a father and you get to be a mother.” He smiled, Calum’s face matching his.
“I’m not gonna be a mother Luke, but you’ll be a father. The baby is (Y/F/N’s).” Luke face instantly dropped, and Calum just stood there.
“You had sex with (Y/F/N)?” Calum asked, and you just nodded as tears threatened to spill.
“(Y/N)…. It didn’t mean anything.” He spoke as he tried to touch you, but you jerked your arm back.
“Ha, you- you didn’t mean it? You weren’t drunk right? Which mean you wanted to have sex with her, there was no substance forcing you to do that Luke.”
Luke just looked at you, and your resisted the urge to smack the living hell out of him.
“I hate to so much.” You spat as you gave him a shove and headed back out the door.
Little did you know, Calum his followed behind you.
Saturday evening rolled around to Hogwarts like a long awaited Birthday. Everyone had spent the whole week trudging to each class patiently wishing for the weekend to come. Hufflepuff and Slytherin were scheduled to a Quidditch match at 6pm and many clubs were having meetings throughout the day. Most nobody chose to stay inside the castle due to the extravagant weather, but a handful did take shelter. Gwendolyn was one of the few. Hunching over the long, narrow table Gwen scanned over the small print of her thick text book. Sitting to her left was her good friend Ed.
“No I get what you’re saying, but this star is placed to the right of the line.” Gwen pulled out her star chart she had been required to buy in Diagon Alley before the school year had started.
The map charted out multiple different types of constellations and the specific names of certain tiny lights; Orion’s Belt, Norma, Musca, Leo, Hercules, Fornax, and thousands of others. The sandy haired boy tilted his head, glancing down at the parchment then back at his own.
“Yeah… I think you might actually be right. Eridanus it was right? Or was it Delphinus?” He murmured confused with the two. Gwen hummed correcting him with the right constellation. He thanked her and they both focused back on their Astronomy work questioning their answers every once in a while. Gwen ran a hand strongly through her brown locks as if wiping away the stress that was building up at the second. Ed noticed, abandoning his homework to help her.
“Hey what’s wrong? I know I’m not the best but I can give it a shot.” He smiled warmly. She shrugged pushing the sheet away and towards him seeking help. Ed looked over the paper eventually grasping the concept. Gwen sat silently tugging aimlessly on the blue hem of her Ravenclaw stitched sweater.
For a second her thoughts wandered off to her boyfriend, Fred, and his twin brother wondering what they were up to. Trouble was an absolute with them, but it was odd to not get a glimpse of him at all so far. Gwen reached into her friends jeans without a word, pulling out his handy wrist watch that Ed kept safely hidden in his pocket read 5:15 in bright blinding numbers. He jumped in shock when she tugged it out. Handing it back over to him shortly after she got it, Gwen watched the large bodies of students flow out of The Great Hall, most likely leaving to catch the match and to make sure they got a good seat.
“C’mon Gwendolyn you’re a Ravenclaw for crying out loud! This should come easy to you.” Ed stated. He as well was a member of the wise, intelligent House but he clearly got the main idea of the homework she couldn’t seem to grasp.
“I know it’s just rough stuff…” She huffed throwing the unfinished work into her black patched backpack. A loud burst of laughter came from the entrance of The Great Hall as a pair of ginger headed twins glided in swiftly, both snatching a loaf of bread as they passed the beginning of the Gryffindor table. George winked flirtatiously at a blonde Hufflepuff that was gathering her stack of books, exiting out of the room quickly in a flush of emotions.
“Gwen!” George shouted, hopping over the top taking the open seat next to Ed. Fred slid quietly by her side not daring to speak. His face was an unpleasant shade of red and a glint of anger shown through his eyes. Ed shifted uncomfortable rearranging his class books, charts and quills.
“Hey guys, what’re you doing here? I expected you two to be heading to the Quidditch game.” Fred didn’t respond yet distributed his attention and effort to sending dangerous daggers of hatred to Ed who avoided his glare. George explained how they had been caught in the act of a prank earlier and were banned from leaving the castle grounds for 2 weeks; even from going matches unless Gryffindor was playing, then they were allowed to play.
“That sucks…” Ed said shakily. Gwen turned to Fred realizing the reason Ed seemed so edgy. Nudging his ribs, Fred quickly stopped and smiled innocently to her kissing her cheek delicately. Gwen giggled lightly flustered by the sudden show of affection.
“What is up with you?” Leaning close, Gwen whispered in Fred’s ear as George and Ed socialized with small talk. Fred shrugged clasping his lanky arms around her waist securely. Acting as if it was nothing, Fred turned back to the conversation.
“So what were you two working on?” His voice sneering greatly on the word “working”. Both Ravenclaw’s shared looks of confusion and explained how they were working together on a very long essay that was due Monday for Astronomy.
George folded his hands unsure of what to do next. Ed copied the Gryffindor and gazed at the half full sheet laid on the table top. Fred nodded emotionlessly, slipping his hand under the navy material, to draw little circles across her hip bone. Shivers sprung up her spine at the touch of his fingertips along her ice cold skin. Fred smirked feeling the tiny bumps and continued rubbing her skin lovingly. Glares were often thrown at Ed off and on until he cracked.
“Well, um… I, er, I think I’m just gonna go head up to my dorm… and um finish my work there. Nice seeing you all.” Ed gathered his belongings before Gwen could intervene. In a flash he was gone, bolting out the entrance. Sighing Gwendolyn pursed her lips turning to the satisfied Fred. George snickered covering his mouth. “Really Fred…” Fred looked shocked but Gwen could see right through it. His hand reached up and ran slowly from her roots down to then ends. She hummed relax but still slightly annoyed by his actions.
“Nobody told him to leave. Isn’t that right George?” Fred pointed out and George nodded backing up his brother.
“You were jealous weren’t you!” Gwen was quick to accuse and Fred shook his head “no”. George rolled his eyes, mimicking his twin’s moves. Fred reached across the table jabbing his arm. George winced in pain but laughed anyways.
“No… I was not ‘jealous’. Only aggravated by his shameless flirting!” Fred let it all out, huffing at the end. Gwen and George both met eyes and laughed loudly.
“Freddie I think you gave the poor lad a heart attack!” George stated as a-matter-of-fact way. A small smirk was making its way back onto Fred’s face by his brother’s words. Those were his intentions. George smiled standing from the table announcing loudly that he was leaving to see which house was winning and then would be back later. Farewells were exchanged and once George was out of ear and eye sight, Gwen swiveled to Fred giving him a mixed emotions look.
“What? Are you mad at me?” Fred pulled her closer to his hip, nuzzling his chin up against her neck peppering her with sweet little kisses. Gwen scrunched up and smiled as he unintentionally tickled her skin. She couldn’t find enough strength to respond, jolting her head to the side saying “no”. Fred chuckled, pressed right up against her.
“That’s good, I was starting to worry. I was thinkin’ you’d never speak to me again and then you’d run off with that funny lookin’ Edward… and I’d never see you again.” Whimpering out the words in a sad tone, Fred finished looking up with big, prominent puppy dog eyes. Gwen sat stunned by his words, knowing he was half joking but sensing more of the seriousness.
“Fred I would never! Besides Ed or Edward- whatever isn’t like that to me. You know that.” Gwendolyn finished by pressing her lips flat upon his taking Fred by full surprise. It didn’t take him long to register the situation and start kissing back. Gwen could feel herself losing grip on reality by the second as she melted carelessly into the passionate moment. Fred pulled back breathless along with Gwen. Grabbing her hand in his, Fred locked stares with him.
“I love you Gwendolyn, more than anything. Sorry about earlier, I was just… jealous.” He looked away ashamed for acting sickly out of character.
“I know Fred its okay, I understand. I love you too, now how about we go catch the rest of that Qudditch game?” Standing up, Gwen intertwined her fingers with Fred’s helping him to his feet. Fred brought up the point about him and his brother not being allowed to leave the castle for another two weeks.
“Oh yeah I suppose you’re right. Well maybe you and I could going looking for an empty close and um hang out?” She suggested with a playful wink, cheeks stained red from the sudden boost of confident. Gwen was aware about the strict rule on not sneaking other House students in, but maybe she could make a special exception for him. Fred grinned, sprinting out of The Great Hall dragging Gwen right behind him.
I didn’t even see this quote in the list when I reblogged it, omg it’s perfect. XD Also, if anyone is curious, this is what I’m referencing. Because, you know, Game of Thrones references. (I have never seen GoT and I don’t plan to, but I really like this outfit.)
For The Occasion
“Garak, it’s a dress.”
“It’s a tunic, my dear. Even if it was a dress, your society relinquished the rather archaic idea that dresses are solely for females centuries ago. Besides, the outfit that you asked me to design for you and Chief O’Brien’s Scottish adventure included a skirt and showed far more leg than this.”
“That was a kilt, which is a traditional Scottish garment.”
“And how many people aboard this station knew of that as you were traipsing around in it?”
Julian sighed. His eyes hadn’t left the mirror in the dressing room from the moment he put this rather elaborate outfit on. It wasn’t bad, per say. The off-whites and golds and muted browns married well with his tan skin. Plus, the sash cinched his waste in and gave him a slender shape. Such a thing mind have made him look smaller if the outer coat had a thinner opening. Instead, it broadened near his shoulders and gave him a far sterner appearance than his Starfleet uniform would ever allow. It looked nice enough. It was just–
“My dear, you look splendid,” Garak said. Julian looked passed the open curtain towards the tailor. The Cardassian was beaming. Well, as much as Garak could beam, anyway.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit… much?”
“Not at all,” Garak said. His smile began to fade. “Though, I suspect that your concerns about this rather illustrious outfit exceed what you’re telling me.”
Julian looked towards the mirror again and started straightening and flattening the upper tunic. It wasn’t necessary. It was already in perfect alignment and there wasn’t a single crease in the fabric.
“I don’t know, it’s just not… me.”
“I suppose it isn’t,” Garak answered. There was disappointment lingering in his words. He could practically see the Cardassian deflating out of the corner of his eye. Julian peered over. His heart steadily sank. Garak wasn’t looking at him anymore. He was attempting to look preoccupied. He paced towards a mannequin and started fiddling with the fabric. It rather looked like he was fluffing it. Julian sighed and stepped out from the dressing room.
“Garak, it’s a fine outfit, really,” Julian said.
Garak didn’t answer him. Rather, he pretended like he couldn’t hear him. Julian frowned.
“You don’t normally act like this when I reject something you’ve made.” Julian almost whispered it.
“Perhaps that’s because you ask for many of the outfits I crafted for you,” Garak answered. A bitter tang wafted through his words. “I have only created one thing for you of my own accord prior to this and you weren’t fond of it either.”
“That doesn’t mean your work is–”
“This isn’t about my work, my dear,” Garak said. He turned then. Anger sparked those blue eyes and almost turned them gray. Julian froze. “A tunic of this nature is meant for a specific Cardassian ceremony. A rather important one, might I add, though I suppose you’ll tell me that any Cardassian ceremony isn’t for you either.”
“Tell me, what is it that you wish to wear to an enjoinment? I’ll be sure to create something more suiting to your stale, uninspiring tastes.”
Julian’s eyes widened, his jaw slackened. Garak’s challenging eyes flicked away. Julian looked down at the tunic again. The golds, the whites, the browns. Ceremony. The layers, the sash, the floor length. Enjoinment. The stitching, the hemming, the care.
Julian glanced up at Garak again. He could see the tension building in the Cardassian’s body with the passing of each silent moment. He crossed the room, placed his hands on either side of Garak’s face, and planted his lips onto the other man’s. He felt Garak tense under his touch. Another second didn’t alleviate that tension. Julian pulled back. A puzzled look stared back at him.
“Garak, you should have told me this is what you wanted,” Julian whispered.
Garak’s gaze eased and then fell to stare, perhaps, at the sash still snug around Julian’s waist.
“I couldn’t,” he said. His voice was almost a whisper. “Even if you had found the outfit appealing, I wasn’t sure I could. I had not expected to have a partner, my dear.” Garak’s fingers eased to the sash. “My work didn’t allow for such things and I had believed that I could turn away from such desires. I had for quite some time.” His fingers brushed against the fabric. “But you were beautiful and charming and far, far too kind. I had hoped my feelings towards you would pass but they never had. And now that I have you, I fear that I cannot afford to lose you. I had expected that if I told you what I desired, you would have left, as you left your dancer.”
Silence. Julian left his hands shift over Garak’s neck.
“Garak, look at me.”
Those blue eyes flicked towards him.
“She isn’t my dancer because I let her go. She’s better off. So am I. I have you now. Had I known the intent for this outfit, I wouldn’t have protested. Cardassia is a part of me when I’m with you, Garak. I’ll proudly and happily wear this, my dear tailor.”
For a moment, Julian thought Garak was going to cry. Instead, that delighted glow return to his face and rather chilled lips met his. Julian smiled into it.