hold onto your padded asses, babies bc im about to spill some serious oolong
- alexis has another misstep and blames rupaul, argues w his hologram for five (5) minutes
- farrah is still there bc she’s actually the child of a family friend that ru owes a favor
- production hides nina’s construction paper, breast plate, and hip pads from her for one runway, she cries
- peppermint reveals to the girls that she is a literal angel sent from heaven above (no one is surprised but they thank her for gracing them w her presence)
- michelle visage tells sasha she doesn’t ~understand~ her drag, sasha dumbs it down for michelle visage which lands her in the bottom 2 WITH michelle visage
- in an upcoming episode, the show is completely rebranded as “shea’s drag race”
- trinity avenges her performance in ep 4 by turning untucked into her own recap talk show called “untucked with the tuck”, it is later nominated for an emmy
- a random teen crashes production and tries to fist fight everyone while singing “asi fue”, made zero sense to everyone in the moment, but the person has since been identified as a time-traveling valentina stan
Character: Remus Lupin Word Count: 924 Requested?: Yes/No Summary:The Marauders constantly tease Y/n about her crush on Remus. After months of denying it to them, Y/n finally cracks, admitting to it. A certain Mr Lupin overhears… Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
Note: This is my very first Remus Lupin fic… I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I tried my best 💖x
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“Well hello there Mrs Moony,” Sirius greeted you as you walked into the common room that day. You turned to glare at him, “Will you stop calling me that?”
“I don’t think I can,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you sat down on the couch besides James and sighed.
“You know Y/n, you should just admit that you fancy our dear wolfy friend, and we’d stop this. If you really think about it, it’s your fault we tease you,” James said with an innocent grin.
“I don’t fancy Remus, okay? I don’t know where you got the idea that I do, but-” You were interrupted.
“Maybe because you’re always staring at him.”
“And you blush every time he speaks.”
“And you stutter around him.”
“And you wrote it in your diary-”
“I don’t have a diary,” you said, confused. “Yes, but if you did, you’d have pages on just his hair,” Sirius replied, “Because we know how much you love his hair.”
A blush started to form on your face as you avoided eye contact with either of the boys. “Awww, look Pads, she’s blushing,” James cooed, his grin almost reaching his ears. “Come on, Y/n, we’ll stop this when you say that you love Moony,” Sirius said as he pushed a loose strand of hair out of his face, “All you have to do is say the words.”
“You guys are impossible,” you grumbled, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like Remus in that way?”
“If it makes you feel any better, Moony has been in love with you since first year,” James said casually, lifting his feet to rest them across your lap. You almost choked on air, “W-What?”
“Yeah, he’s always going on about how perfect and amazing you are, and how he wishes he could be with you. It gets really annoying if I’m honest,” James said, yawning as though it was the most boring thing he had said in his life.
“H-He loves me?” You stuttered, your heart racing, “You’re lying. You’re just trying to make me admit that I love Remus!”
“So you do love him,” Sirius smirked, crowing his arms over his chest triumphantly.
“N-No! I didn’t say that!”
“Yes you did!”
“No I didn’t!”
“Prongs, help me out here, didn’t she just say she loved Moony?” Sirius whipped his head round to look at his best friend.
“He’s right, Y/n. You can’t go back on your word now,” James backed Sirius up, and Sirius nodded at him proudly.
“Can you two just leave me alone for once?” You complained with a frown.
“We will. Once you admit it,” James told you.
“Just admit it!” Sirius yelled loudly, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.
“Fine! I fancy Remus! Are you happy now?! Merlin, you’re both so bloody annoying!” You yelled out.
Sirius nudged James, and they both stood up, large grins on their faces that put you on edge.
“We knew it,” Sirius said smugly, his signature smirk still resting on his face. He then looked somewhere over your shoulder and his face lit up.
“Oh, hey there Moony!” Sirius said loudly, “We’re just leaving.”
You felt your heart stop and your face flooded red. Slowly turning around, you saw that Sirius, for once, was actually telling the truth, and Remus was stood in the doorway to the common room, his mouth fallen in a slack ‘o’ as he stared in your direction.
“P-Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that,” you whispered, your breathing shaky.
Remus took a step towards you slowly. You could see the shock on his face, and it made you anxious not knowing whether it was good-shock or bad-shock. “I.. um.. I heard it,” Remus said in disbelief, “D-Did you mean it, or did you just say it to make them be quiet?”
He could feel his own heart thumping in his chest, hoping against hope that you would say you meant it. His hands curled into fists in his jumper sleeves as he waited in anticipation for your answer.
“If I said I meant it, what would you do?” You asked quietly, trying to avoid looking into his chocolate brown eyes and instead playing with your fingers nervously.
You saw Remus’ face flush as he gulped. He took in your appearance: the way your face was flushed pink, how your hair fell perfectly against your cheeks, and how your eyes seemed to sparkle, even in the simple glow of the fire. He especially took note of how pink your lips were, and never before had the urge to kiss you been so strong. He finally replied, hypnotised by how beautiful you looked illuminated by the flames, “I’d do this.”
Before you could comprehend what was going on, his soft lips had crashed onto yours, taking you completely by surprise.
You felt all your emotions come to play at once as your arms wrapped around Remus’ neck, tugging softly at the loose tufts of hair, resulting in soft moans from his part. His hands gently ran down your frame, gently holding onto your hips as the pads of his thumbs rubbed circles over your shirt.
“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I fancy you too,” Remus mumbled against your lips, and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.
“Well aren’t you two just adorable,” a voice mused from behind the couch you were sat on.
Someday I will stop talking about these two dresses. Today is not that day.
Grace Kelly’s wedding dress (designed by Helen Rose, two-time Oscar-winning costume designer) is a masterpiece. Rich materials, exquisitely tailored. Part of what makes this gown so appealing, though, is its proportions. The cummerbund extends from the waist to the underbust, which gives visual lift to the bust. The bodice is essentially three different sections—the cummerbund (solid), the bust (lace over solid), and the upper chest/shoulders (lace alone). Each section is roughly the same size, meaning the rule of thirds has been applied. Everything is well-balanced visually.
Another important thing to remember is that women in the 50s generally wore different undergarments than women today. Kelly was most likely wearing a girdle, which helped shape that slim waist, and the skirt had a significant crinoline and probably had hip padding as well to achieve that silhouette.
Kelly’s dress was produced by a team of 36 seamstresses in six weeks. Despite the close fit of the lace bodice, seams are virtually impossible to find. Hiding seams in lace is not an impossible task but it is time-consuming; it involves overlapping lace appliqué on the seams. The swan neck is also perfect, flowing without wrinkles over her collarbones and laying flat against her neck. No matter how she holds her arms, there is no strain on the bodice.
And then we get to JMo’s cosplay version.
The proportions are off. The cummerbund doesn’t come up high enough. The result is the illusion of a low bust. There’s also no excuse for the bottom edge to be flipping up like that. She isn’t wearing a girdle (which, I can’t really blame her) and also has little or no hip padding, so the dress as a very flat silhouette. The skirt pleats are weirdly off-center, but the line of buttons is not (how is that even possible?). With her arms out on either side, the bodice is straining across the upper chest. The swan neck isn’t flush like it’s supposed to be and the lace edge isn’t even symmetrical. It’s closer to the buttons on one side than the other. An attempt was made to mirror the lace across the placket but the sides are off by enough to make it look weird.
And those seams are visible from space.
Sure, this is a recognizable copy, but in the same way that Yo-Yo Ma and your eleven-year-old nephew both play the cello. At this stage, I’m forced to assume that the costume department had two days and one fitting with JMo, or that they’re actively trolling everyone with this thing.
Paris label with date, richly embroidered by Lesage with gilt strip, gilt cord and sequins, blue and pink rhinestones, with three turquoise tinted metal star-burst ‘buttons’ with brass closure hooks, discreet pocket vents inserted at the hips, small shoulder pads, lined in blue silk
While actual bodies have a lot of variation that may not be tied to gender identity or assigned sex, typically, we ‘read’ bodies as masculine if they are more rectangular or with broad shoulders and narrow hips (Captain America-style Dorito proportions), and feminine if they have a smaller waist compared to the hips, and have breasts or otherwise are more rounded and ‘curvy’ with some degree of hourglass shaping (narrower waist compared to the rest, regardless of a technical ‘hourglass’ shape or not).
Since you are trying to make your body read more feminine, you will need to create these proportions through shapewear. Don’t worry about size. What creates a feminine look is the proportion or silhouette, not how large or small you are.
If you want to reduce your waist, corsetry is really the only way to go, though this will require a lot of research into safe wearing methods and where to purchase a high-quality corset. Lucy’s Corsetry has a lot of good information on the subject. Keep in mind that the effect you get depends heavily on the cut of the corset itself, not on you lacing an ill-fitting corset tighter. You don’t need to go full waist training levels of reduction, but a few inches would help push your proportions in the direction you want. If you don’t want to go full corset, you can create a smoother midsection with shapewear made of firm stretch materials (Spanx is a popular brand of this), though this won’t reshape and redistribute flesh to create a significantly smaller waist as much as it will keep everything smooth.
You will also need to create some form of hip enlargement. If the character has a large ballgown with a hoop skirt or lots of petticoats, you don’t really have to worry as much about this, as your hips will be covered and the skirt will do all of that work for you (and then some). If you are wearing something that skims the hips or otherwise will have them show, you should wear hip padding. In your case, I would recommend the type of padding that sits out to the sides of the hips rather than the padding that is only on the butt. Something more like this or this than like this. If you pad just towards the back, then you won’t get the curvy hip look from the front. I would recommend wearing some stretchy shapewear over the padding to prevent lines from showing through, especially if you are going to be wearing something tight.
You’ll need some kind of breast form as well. Keep these in proportion to your actual body size – too large and they’ll look odd, and too small and they won’t be seen. You can wear a few bras, going up in cup size (but keeping the band size the same) and stuffing in between, or you can wear breast forms, which come in materials ranging from foam to silicone. You can also make your own breast forms out of rice stuffed in water balloons or carved out of foam (or cast in silicone if you want to go high tech and have the materials!). If you need cleavage, that can be done with skin-safe medical tape (don’t use duct tape) and a bit of time. Be sure to cover your nipples in something non-sticky (like the backside of a piece of tape) and to soak off the tape if needed. A bit of contour makeup can help make the cleavage more noticeable.
There’s a LOT of information out there for crossplayers, crossdressers, trans women, and drag queens, so if you need any more information about any of the techniques or want to see what else is out there, any of those communities would be a good place to look.
A lot of princess outfits (especially Disney-style ones) are cut in a way that emphasizes feminine silhouettes. Be sure to use princess seams that point to the waist (drawing the eye and making it look smaller) and any sort of structured bodices with boning to your advantage, as well as possibly toning down any puff sleeves if you have large shoulders as to deemphasize those. When doing your pattern and fitting, do it with your shapewear underneath so that you can be sure it will fit when done.
I hesitate outside of Sehun’s hotel room. I grip the key card harder in my hand, mustering my courage. It’s difficult to ignore this fear; it courses an unsteady path through my bloodstream, triggers escapism, and it’s a dizzying attempt to bypass my body’s desire for self-preservation.
How would Oikawa, Noya, Tendou and Asahi show affection to their SO?
Hi anon-chan! I dont know if youre talking about hcs or a scenario so i made headcanons. Is this what you meant? Tell me if i did t wrong! I hope you like these tho.
In public - he would be all for pda - Kisses, hugs, and playful taps on the head isnt that uncommon - He would always touch you somehow - Holding hands when walking - Will buy you flowers every time you go on a date
In private - oh boy is he touchy - Hands on your hips - Would get pads or tampons for you - Would cook for you (he cant cook though) - Loving glances when youre not looking - Secretly takes photos of you - “So cute _____-chan…” - “What?” - “Nothing.”
In public - ALWAYS holding your hand - Would always have his chest out bc hes so proud that he’s yours - Shows you off - “Ryu! _____-chan is so beautiful im gonna cry” - Not that into PDA
In private - cuddles for daaays with him being the big spoon (occasionally the small one) - Late night talks - When youre feeling down he would grab your face and say something inspirational lol - Stares into your eyes when youre studying to distract you - “Pay attention to me ____!”
In public - Not into PDA that much - But he loves to put his arm around you - Spoils you rotten - “You want that? I’ll get it for you.” - Surprises you with spontaneous dates
In private - He would hold you tightly when youre on top of him - When youre watching tv he would always be stroking your hair - One arm on your waist, or your hair, and one in a bag of junk food - Feeding you casually - You’d literally just open your mouth and whoops in goes a chip - forEHEAD KISSES
In public - Always asks permission to hold your hand - Occasionally buys you clothes - “Asahi! I have too many clothes already!” - “But you look cute in these!” - Shopping with him - Not that much into pda, occasionally has his hand in yours - S p o i l i n g y o u s o m u c h
In private - Kissing you out of the blue - Will braid your hair - Cooks for you - Late night talks about literally anything - Sometimes hums you to sleep - When youre asleep he would hold you so tightly and say how much he loves you
AN: Hi there! Long time reader, first time submitter. I’ve had this fic in my files for a while, but have been too nervous to submit it. But with a sudden gust of courage and absolutely no beta, I bring you this outdated Trixya fic. I wrote it right after Katya was saying all of the things on stage about Trixie. [Male pronouns, male body parts]
I mean probably this is cliche idk i don't read enough smut but I feel like alex and lucy would def be using morse code on each other's clits.
Okay so originally this was going to be short and cute, then it ended up long, sappy, and smutty. Which apparently is the story of my life. Hope it totally fulfils what you wanted, my guy! It’s totally in beta’d and probably a mess but I did the thing and it only took me two hours. @bathtimefunduck i did the thinggggg
It starts with tapping. Alex’s fingers are drumming against the skin of her thigh and it takes Lucy more than a few minutes to realise that there is a distinct pattern. Another few minutes and she realises that it’s not just a pattern, but Alex is tapping in morse code. She can’t tell if she’s doing it consciously or not, but her heart swells when the pattern resets and she can translate what Alex is communicating.
Dot, dash, dot, dot.
Dash, dash, dash.
Dot, dot, dot, dash.
Lucy smiles to herself, pulling one of her hands from around Maggie’s waist, who lies on the other side of her on the bed, to rest against the bare skin at Alex’s hip. She lingers for a moment, letting herself bask in the way Alex’s fingers tap gently onto her skin, the way her breath leaves goosebumps on her neck.
I swear to god, it took Marlene and me literally six seasons to figure out how to dress A properly — because the audience never knew who A was! All we knew was that the costumes had to hide everything and be unisex. It didn’t have anything to do with fashion. You’d walk into the wardrobe trailer and on the whole left side was black hoodies in every size you can think of, black Levis 501s in every size, just a row of trial-and-error As. We had to make the hood extra deep, because you get an actor with a bigger head or nose. We had to add curves, because one of our As was a boy. We had to add hip pads.
A/N Hey everyone! Long time no see. Things got a little crazy for me with both personal stuff and university, but now I’ve got a bit more free time. So here you go, a brand new fic. If you’d like this to turn into a chaptered fic please let me know, I have places for this to go. (And yes, the title is a play off of Trainspotting.) I’ve never written Katlaska before, but I figured I’d give it a go. Cheers!
Summary: A recently sober Katya enjoys taking long metro rides to nowhere. One morning she runs into a fellow queen that she’d had a one night stand with about a year ago, before she’d gotten sober. Drag Queens but not Ru Girls.
If someone is crossplaying and putting in serious effort, don’t be an ass about it. I’m so sick of seeing “its a genderbend ____!” on my cosplay pics when I’m male characters. Firstly, not to be trite but, did you assume my gender? I get that I am very small and my facial bone structure reads female. But if you see someone you think is female cosplaying a male character and they’re wearing a binder, minimizing their hips, and padding out their waist and shoulders to get a more dudely shape, respect the effort or just keep your mouth shut.
If I wanted to genderbend I’d have a pushup bra and lipstick, so knock it off.
This goes extra for cosplays that involve heavy makeup or full body armor. My (least) favorite was the “its a fem!Ronan the Accuser!” and what made it fem, my height or my cheekbones? because that’s literally all you can see.
This brought to you by all the eyeroll-worthy commentary on every picture I’ve seen of me as Thrawn at Celebration and some of it in person. Sorry I’m not six feet tall and super buff, I would be if I could be. No I’m not going to ‘cosplay Mystique instead if you want to be blue”.
you know what i’m still pissed about? y’all making a joke out of Kimora because she was struggling with not wearing hip pads. like do y’all realize how fucked up that is? she obviously struggles with accepting her own body, to the point where she’s gotten plastic surgery to help herself feel better. and y’all are sitting on this site acting like it’s something funny. the entire episode she was using her fur to cover her thighs, because she’s insecure about them and here y’all are cracking jokes.