if i could sew i would make this

doesn’t will’s ghostbuster outfit seem more self-made than the other boys’? the other ones have like a ghostbuster emblem or something on the arm and will’s doesn’t and also the colors of the outfits are different, which makes me think that mike, lucas, and dustin’s are bought from a store and joyce maybe sewed will’s because they couldn’t afford buying one for will? which… i don’t know. it makes me feel so much love for joyce, that she would want will to be able to be a ghostbuster too but couldn’t afford to buy the outfit for him so she made one for him. or maybe will did it himself, but i’d like to think it was joyce (if it is another outfit, i could be wrong) maybe someone already talked about this but i haven’t seen anyone mention it, it was just something i observed?

The Blonde Leading the Blind - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Hi! I would like to request something for Jughead maybe something like Betty and Veronica is trying to set up Jughead and reader, so they send them into a blind date or something? Thank you :)

I took a little liberty with it, in the fact that it’s technically a one sided blind date, but I hope you like it!

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Urgent - Please Help

Hi everyone. If anyone of you noticed I haven’t been on tumblr lately, it’s due to the fact that I’ve been overly busy with doctors, surgeons, and other medical things.

I need to have open heart surgery this summer.

Surgery is extremely expensive- and thankfully my dad and his insurance is covering most of it. But there’s things I need during surgery that aren’t covered by insurance- food, shelter, I need my room to be moved and renovated so I don’t need to go up stairs.

I can’t really ask my dad for money anymore. I still need to eat, I need to pay my$200 housing deposit this week, I have sorority dues coming up (call them unnecessary but my sorority is my family and keeps me sane) and things of the like. I thought I would be fine, seeing as I can sew and sell things online and on campus.

But my sewing machine broke.

I need, at the very least, $100 to get it repaired. Then I can start making money again. If I could get more to even cover my housing deposit or dues, that would be amazing.

My paypal is: PayPal.me/pastelroyalty
My Venmo is: @Erin-Costello-9

Please, please donate even a dollar if you can. I don’t know how to keep my head above water.

If you can’t donate, please reblog this. It means the world.

My first year at EU was interesting to say the least. I learned the secret behind the many strange traditions early on. I learned of you within the first month. I went from shock at your discovery to fascination. Then to fear and loathing as I saw what you would do.

I didn’t let that get in the way of my schooling. I was majoring in Conservation Biology, so you left me be. I was protecting your places, after all. The fact that I wasn’t doing it for you didn’t matter. I could feel you watching me as I knitted in the common rooms or worked on my book in the food court, and I could hear the baying of the hounds and the cries of the hunt some nights. But you left me be, and so I carried on.

I took the normal precautions, of course, and a few of my own. Vervain in the window-box, iron wire on the bedposts, iron charms for wrist and neck, iron symbols on the walls of my dorm. A pair of iron knives beneath my mattress, salt packs in my pockets when I walked alone, especially at night, shampoo made with rowan, lotion of hazel. I fed the crows, read them poetry, talked to them about how my semester was going. I gave them trinkets, and their favorite foods. I grew popular with them. Far more than I was with the other students. And for the most part, my first year at EU was uneventful.

No, the first year went fine. It was my sophomore year that things got bad. It was an active year, my RA told me. Kidnappings were frequent. You took many, and kept them for a long time. Several were never returned. The faculty started pushing more precautionary measures, warned us all to be careful, though many never learned what they were being careful of. I was safe, though. I was cautious, I was an ally of the crows, I had little to fear. But not all were so lucky.

It was midway through the first semester when you took something of mine.

I say mine. She was everyones.The most personable, gentle, kind person I knew. One of few I would really call friend. But she was in the choir, and could play the flute with skill, and you took her for yourselves. Everyone who knew her was upset, but musicians and singers are the ones most often returned unharmed, so we waited. I waited. For a month, when It finally became obvious that you had no intention of giving her back. And I knew rage, and I would make it felt.

I made a pair of goggles from silver wire and mood rings, sewed iron charms into my clothes, and I wove iron wire into a helm, made iron rings for my fingers. I spoke to members of the chemistry department, who told me of the war they had fought in the 80’s to get back their professor. Burning iron and sprays of silver had taught you that not everyone would suffer your depredations, and if you would not give her back I would do the same. I had no desire to bargain, because a bargain would have implied you had some right to take what you did. Several other science majors came with me, and we entered your world, and we demanded you return what was ours. You laughed until the iron knives came out, and you hissed when we reminded you of the iron that burns hot and bright as the sun. You gave her back, unwillingly, but without violence. You promised there would be a price, and I promised you that if you tried to take something of mine that I would burn you all.

Now, I am a 5th year working on my masters. There is peace between us. I still take my precautions, but I set out offerings for you some nights. I have drunk with you, made bets and won, given and received favors; given gifts. But you remember that what I give you must be given freely or won, and that you do not take what is mine. You know who is responsible for the ring of five rowans in the middle of campus, who gives out iron charms to the freshmen, who has the protection of the crows. You know that while your activities are tolerated, there are lines you would be very very wise to not cross.

[x]

Okay, so the part where I said I could draw? Malarkey. But GOD HELP ME, I will show you this. Note, this cape does not posses sleeves or a hood, but those would not be difficult to add, should you choose to do so.


Step 1: acquire mannequin.

Step 2: Drape inside layer of cape(the lining?) over your mannequin in a manner not unlike a clothesline. Pin in place, try it on several times to make sure it’s sized the way you like it. Mine is snug in the shoulders.

Step 3: Sew those shoulders together and cut the excess fabric. Also add a hole for your neck.

Step 4: Eat a snack.

Step 5: Embroidery! Fit your outermost layer over the inside layer already on the mannequin and cut it to shape. Once it’s the size and shape you want, separate the layers and get ready to either get carpal tunnel or get really, really friendly with your sewing machine’s embroidery feature. This, I actually did make a pattern for, if anyone wants to use the deer. The lines on the side of the head are where the antlers go.

This spans from my lower back to about my shoulderblades.

Step 6: After you put the deer on, put the layers back together. If you want to use the optional middle layer for extra warmth, go ahead. Because it doesn’t face anything, the middle layer can be whatever shape and size you want. Mine just sort of hangs like a sheet and adds weight. At this point, you can round the shoulders out or leave them pointy for Extra reasons. Mine are pointy, they give the funfur a little extra shape.

Step 7: Sew all of that together. It will not be easy on your patience or your sewing machine. Next, the fur!

Step 8: If your machine isn’t some kind of beast that laughs in the face of danger, sew the trim on manually. It hangs freely in the back, so you may want to ground it to something. I made the trim thicker above the chest specifically to attach it to the back, holding it more firmly in place.

Step 9: Latching! I used two heavy-duty hook-and-eyes to clasp the cape together at the chest, but you can also use buttons, a fancy broach, all sorts of things.


Materials: 

2yds black fleece, inside 

2yds black wool, middle 

2yds blue satin, outside

1.5 yds funfur, trim


And that’s the cape! If you make it, pleeeeeease show me, I wanna see it!

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction writers I have sewing info to help you!!!

Miraculous ladybug fanfiction writers!!!! Hello! I absolutely LOVE reading fanfic for this show, I honestly have read 10x more fanfic than I have watched the show, I just love the characters and the wonderful stories you all create! One reason i love the show is because i am a fellow fashion designer student and I thought I would make a post to help out you wonderful writers who want some more fashion terminology or insight or whatever! Also if I say something wrong or if any other people want to add feel free to add and correct me I just want to contribute to this wonderful adorable fandom, I have only written one fanfiction before (danny phantom) and writing is super hard and i just wanna give some insight about being a design student!

- poking yourself with pins very true, happens all the frickin time, I have bled on things i’ve been making and have mini heart attacks

- college AU’s spending hours in the sewing lab and getting pizza and eating off of the pattern paper before a huge project is due 

- MOOD BOARDS!! making a board and using hella photoshop and illustrator, putting pictures to make a board of what inspires the outfit/line of clothing you are making 

- creating flat patterns on illustrator is something we have to do, it has the details of the sewing and stuff you gotta do

- I have read your saliva gets out your own blood so i literally started licking a light pink skirt i was making to get out the blood, which i didn’t even realize I was bleeding until the red splotch appeared

- I personally however have not cut myself with scissors while cutting fabric, you usually are laying a pattern on the material and will not have a hand close enough to the scissors to cut yourself, now Marinette is clumsy so if she tripped and fell and hit her scissors it that could happen but her cutting herself with scissors while cutting material is not something I have personally encountered

- when I make pattern for things i sit at my sewing table staring at a piece of paper trying to work out the math for different measurements, like how many inches do i need to make 10 pleats into a 26 inch waist skirt? how long of a hem do I need?

- before I went to college I would use wrapping paper for pattern paper when making my own patterns

- instead of using the word “mannequin” for what she is working on maybe use “dress form” both can work but this is just a me thing? idk

- another form of design is draping fabric directly onto the dress form and using pins to figure out the design you want

- forgetting you shoved a pencil in your bun and your parents looking at you funny, it happens

- spending WAY TOO FUCKING LONG in the fabric store, time moves differently there, you just stare and it can be really irritating to find the exact fabric you want to match the image in your head

- sewing for a few hours and forgetting to eat

- finding threads literally ALL OVER YOUR OUTFIT, if i don’t have at least 3 different threads on me did i really do anything?

- threads covering the floor bc you just throw them when you cut them

- dropping a sewing needle and doing a wide eye stare until you can locate the very slim sliver of metal before you stab your foot bc you should wear shoes but you don’t, (I have stabbed my foot with the non-sharp side of a needle, not fun)

- seam ripping, sewing one thing realizing you did it wrong and sitting there with a seam ripper for 10-20 minutes undoing what you did

- machine malfunctions: the bobbin (bottom thread) not matching up with the top thread and the stitches look all loopy on one side and you want to fucking throw your machine out the gosh darn window

- ironing fabric

- spending hours just pinning and minimal actual sewing, so many pins

- it has been X amount of days since stabbed with a pin (probably 0)

- everyone asking hey i need a button/hem/shoe/shirt fixed can you do it?(yes, i fixed the threading for a shoe some guy on my floor asked, honestly i did so much they knew me as the girl to go to if you needed something fixed sewing wise or anything arts and crafts related)

- also cosplays just today I was asked if i could make a shirt for my friend’s mom’s friend’s daughter

- i once drove to the fabric store to pick up more fabric and thought i don’t need to bring a swatch i know what color it is, it was ever ever so slightly off and i would have hated it so i had to drive back return it and get the right one (yes i brought a swatch that time)

- the smallest details bugging you: some stitches look a little wavy, the thread got tangled a little on the hand stitching, snipping the fabric a little too close to the seam, it’s the small things no one else sees that kills you

- cutting out fabric wrong and just getting frustrated and taking a deep breath, buying more and doing it right

- sitting down to work one day on a project, fucking up once, and just saying “nope, nope, i’m not even, i’m done for the day” , or after a long day and making a mistake and being like ok that’s enough i’ll fix it tomorrow

- almost knocking over the dressform and seeing your life flash before your eyes bc those are like upwards of $100

- SOMETHING REALLY CUTE: Last year i fixed two buttons and a sleeve of a shirt for this guy on my floor and i later learned he ripped off the buttons just so i could sew them back on and he could see me and talk to me (it was adorable but we didn’t work as a couple but still friends) but i figure maybe some chat or adrian would do bc he I had no idea i was just like how is this skinny boy popping buttons off his shorts??? (idk why but if you use this could you credit me? It’s a personal thing kinda and I also I just wanna know so i can read it and be like omg so cute)

- also one of my friends sometimes comes over and sits on the couch and we just talk and she watches me as I sew, its very nice and i feel like alya would totally sit and be on the Ladyblog and her and Marinette would just chat while she sews

I could probably think of a billion more but that’s all for now, if anyone has any questions or wants help or anything please let me know! I love sewing and miraculous ladybug but most of all is the beautiful stories you all create <3

(also if this does help you or you use stuff from this please lmk i would love to read your stories!)

My first year at EU was interesting to say the least. I learned the secret behind the many strange traditions early on. I learned of you within the first month. I went from shock at your discovery to fascination. Then to fear and loathing as I saw what you would do.

I didn’t let that get in the way of my schooling. I was majoring in Conservation Biology, so you left me be. I was protecting your places, after all. The fact that I wasn’t doing it for you didn’t matter. I could feel you watching me as I knitted in the common rooms or worked on my book in the food court, and I could hear the baying of the hounds and the cries of the hunt some nights. But you left me be, and so I carried on. I took the normal precautions, of course, and a few of my own. Vervain in the window-box, iron wire on the bedposts, iron charms for wrist and neck, iron symbols on the walls of my dorm. A pair of iron knives beneath my mattress, salt packs in my pockets when I walked alone, especially at night, shampoo made with rowan, lotion of hazel. I fed the crows, read them poetry, talked to them about how my semester was going. I gave them trinkets, and their favorite foods. I grew popular with them. Far more than I was with the other students. And for the most part, my first year at EU was uneventful. No, the first year

went fine. It was my sophomore year that things got bad. It was an active year, my RA told me. Kidnappings were frequent. You took many, and kept them for a long time. Several were never returned. The faculty started pushing more precautionary measures, warned us all to be careful, though many never learned what they were being careful of. I was safe, though. I was cautious, I was an ally of the crows, I had little to fear. But not all were so lucky.

It was midway through the first semester when you took something of mine.

I say mine. She was everyones.The most personable, gentle, kind person I knew. One of few I would really call friend. But she was in the choir, and could play the flute with skill, and you took her for yourselves. Everyone who knew her was upset, but musicians and singers are the ones most often returned unharmed, so we waited. I waited. For two weeks, when It finally became obvious that you had no intention of giving her back. And I knew rage, and I would make it felt.

I made a pair of goggles from silver wire and mood rings, sewed iron charms into my clothes, and I wove iron wire and heavy yarn into a helm, made iron rings for my fingers. I spoke to members of the chemistry department, who told me of the war they had fought in the 80’s to get back their professor. Burning iron and sprays of silver had taught you that not everyone would suffer your depredations, and if you would not give her back I would do the same. I had no desire to bargain, because a bargain would have implied you had some right to take what you did. Several others came with me science majors all, and we entered your world, and we demanded you return what was ours. You laughed until the iron knives came out, and you hissed when we reminded you of the iron that blazes hot and bright as the sun. You gave her back, unwillingly, but without violence. You promised there would be a price, and I promised you that if you tried to take something of mine that I would burn you all.

Now, I am a 5th year working on my masters. There is peace between us. I still take my precautions, but I set out offerings for you some nights. I have drunk with you, made bets and won, given and received favors; given gifts. But you remember that what I give you must be given freely or won, and that you do not take what is mine. You know who is responsible for the ring of five rowans in the middle of campus, who gives out iron charms to the freshmen, who has the protection of the crows. You know that while your activities are tolerated, there are lines you would be very very wise to not cross.

[x]

Red and Gold

Hey guys! Here I am in this situation again. Because I am such a wonderful friend (sarcasm), I missed another birthday. This time, the wonderful Anika at @avengerofyourheart had her birthday, and I was not online…

To make that up to her, I am dedicating this fic to her, as we also celebrate the birthday of our one and only Tony Stark! I hope you like it sweetheart, and happy birthday! (I didn’t go into too much detail with the cake- I didn’t want to make any mistakes!!!)

TIMELINE-2014

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You sat in your loungeroom, putting the final touches on the wrapping paper. The ribbon was being very stubborn, but so were you, and you finally managed to get it curled. You smiled at it with satisfaction.

Then you heard the ding of the oven, and you made your way to the kitchen, putting on your oven mitts, and removing the cake. You placed it on the rack to cool before icing it.

Today was Tony Stark’s birthday. It hadn’t snuck up on you like birthdays sometimes did, because he was talking about his big party a week in advance.

You would attempt to attend the party that night, but Bucky was still very much in a state of confusion, and you weren’t sure you wanted to be away from him. You thought about him down in the gym with Steve, and smiled. It had been less than a month since you had discovered that Bucky was still alive, and it was still strange to you. Wonderful, but strange.

The cake was ready. You carefully placed it into a container, making sure not to damage the arc reactor icing on the top, and pressed the lid on. Checking the time on the oven, you saw it was 2:30. Perfect.

You took up the cake and gift, and made your way out of the apartment, and up to Tony’s lab. He would still be in there at this time, even on his birthday. You nodded when you heard the sounds of his equipment, and a swear word enter your ear, confirming this.

You knocked awkwardly, trying not to upset the cake. Tony continued his work, so you waited patiently. He had heard you, he just needed a moment to finish whatever it was he was currently doing.

When the door opened, Tony’s face went from one of distracted concentration, to that of a smile. “(Y/N), what brings you here?”

“Well, I thought I’d wish you a happy birthday early,” you replied, lifting the cake and the gift slightly for emphasis.

“Thanks (Y/N)!” he replied, taking the wrapped gift you had held out for him. He ushered you inside, and carefully cleared a space at one of his cluttered work benches. He pulled a stool over for you, and you sat a little awkwardly on it, anxiety beginning to course through you. You were never good at this part.

Tony brought his own stool over, and smiled at you. You felt how happy he was, and your nerves eased slightly.

“Open it,” you prompted gently.

Tony looked at the gift for a moment, and then back at you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait until everyone else is here?”

You shook your head. “I prefer doing this sort of thing one on one. Besides, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to… stay… at the party.”

Tony looked at you, understanding in his eyes. You were worried about the disappointment you were expecting to feel emanate from him, but that never came.

“I’m sorry, Tony. I’m such a bad friend,” you uttered.

“You aren’t a bad friend, (Y/N). You are an amazing friend, and a caring wife. And aside from those things, you must also be so confused about everything.”

Confused was probably a good word to use, but you didn’t confirm his assertion.

“Do you want me to postpone the party? I’m more than happy to,” Tony offered sincerely.

“Oh no, Tony, don’t do that! You’ve been looking forward to this! It’s your birthday!” You replied, frustrated that you had somehow managed to make things difficult, again.

“Alright. But, since you may not come, we’re having a little party together now, OK?”

“OK,” you smiled.

“JARVIS, could you play my party mix, please?” Tony asked.

Of course sir.

The music began to play, and Tony went back to his gift. Your nerves returned as he ripped the paper away. His face was still for a moment, before a large smile flashed across it.

“This looks really comfortable, (Y/N), thank you!” Tony exclaimed, holding the thick, wool jumper up to himself.

“Well, I figured this would be a gift that your elderly Auntie Barnes would make for you,” you replied. You could sense that he liked it, but you still felt silly about your reasoning.

“You made this?”

“Yeah, I made it. I used to knit and sew a lot when I was younger, especially during the war. I haven’t really done it since I woke up, but I guess I’ve still got it,” you explained, twiddling your fingers.

Tony looked at you in awe, and you could sense the affection, when he put the red and gold jumper on. He stood up, and posed like a model might.

“What do you think?”

“It looks wonderful on you, Tony!”

You were happy he liked it. While at first you had intended the gift as a joke, the further you progressed with it, the more you realised you were trying to give Tony a gift a family member might. You wanted him to feel warm and loved.

“Cake next, or dancing?” Tony asked, pulling you out of your reverie.

“Wait. How are we supposed to have cake in here?” You asked, looking around the lab.

“Well, I used to have a no food policy, but Bruce gets so cranky when he’s hungry, and we know how well that could go,” Tony explained, moving to a cupboard and opening it. Inside was a mini fridge, a microwave, a few plates, and some cutlery. “So I had all of this put in.”

He picked up two plates, a knife, and two forks, and returned to his stool. You slid the cake over to him, still in its container, and he pried the lid off, chuckling when he saw the arc reactor design. He looked at you, and raised his eyebrow.

“I was telling Pepper I was going to make you a cake, and she suggested this,” you explained with a small laugh.

“My god, she knows me,” he answered, cutting two slices of the cake as best he could with the knife.

“Wait, what about the wish?” You asked him.

“Oh, I don’t have any candles in here… I have a bunsen burner,” Tony thought out loud.

“Just make a wish. You don’t need fire for that,” you smiled.

“Alright, alright. I wish-”

“Not out loud! You think the wish.”

“Do you believe it’ll make a difference?”

“Not really,” you replied sheepishly. You weren’t sure how you felt about wishing. You had stopped believing a long time ago, but with Bucky back, you weren’t sure. “But it’s tradition.”

“Fine,” Tony huffed. He made his wish, silently, and then gave you a piece of cake. You chatted together as you ate, about all sorts of things.

When you had both finished, Tony stood and held his hand out to you. You looked at him, confused.

“It’s a party, (Y/N),” he sighed. “People dance at parties.”

“Right,” you answered.

You stood as well, and placed your hand in his. He pulled you close, and you danced together.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Tony began. “Aside from the jumper, and cake, you’ve given me the best thing you possibly could today.”

“And what’s that?”

“You’ve made me feel… loved.”

“Of course you’re loved, Tony,” you replied, squeezing his shoulder gently as you kept dancing.

“Please don’t stop… making me feel that way.”

“I won’t.”

You both continued to dance, Tony holding you especially tight, when eventually JARVIS let you know that Bruce was coming. You ended your little party, and you hugged Tony, kissing him on the cheek. You wished you could say the words you longed to say. I love you. But you knew it would make him uncomfortable.

As you left, Tony told you it was ok if you wanted to skip his party that night. “You should be with Metal Man. Besides, I don’t think even my extravaganza tonight could top the party we just had.”

You smiled, thanked him, and left.

Later that night, as you sat with Bucky, helping him through a memory he thought he had, Steve got home from the party.

“How did it go?” You asked.

“Good, good. Loud. Oh, and he wore your jumper all night, (Y/N), and he wouldn’t take it off,” he replied.

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Description: Stonathan Cinderella au that I told @dadharbour I would do years ago, or might as well have been, and then procrastinated very hard. Jonathan is Cinderella. Steve is Prince Charming. Set in the same time period as Stranger Things, but there is a significant decrease in paranormal activity. First of three chapters.

Word Count: 3012 (I’m so sorry, just pretend it’s a book or something)

A/N: I’ve never written Jonathan before, or Stranger Things for that matter, outside of a handful of headcanons. This might be terrible, I’m not sure. Also, warning, there are a couple of homophobic slurs.

As the evening air cooled, Jonathan Byers became acutely aware of how sweat-soaked his shirt had become. He swung the hammer and watched it hit nail, effectively fastening the final new shingle to his father’s tool shed. The action caused his shirt to pull taut against his back. and he was painfully reminded of the sunburn he had gained earlier in the week by working with his shirt off. At least it was later in the day now and the sun was no longer beating down on him.

Jonathan discarded his hammer on the lid of a toolbox and trudged inside. Re-shingling the shed had really taken it out of him, especially considering that he had spent the earlier part of the afternoon scrubbing bird shit from Sarah’s decaying patio furniture.

Sarah Hart was his father Lonnie’s girlfriend, and she and her son Tommy had been living with them for the past few months. It was Jonathan’s personal hell. In fact, as Jonathan passed through the hallways of the cramped house, he caught a glimpse of the other boy through the open door of his room. He was engrossed in his personal television set and surrounded by car posters, miniature basketball hoops, and trendy clothes. Tommy hadn’t done a lick of work all day. Lonnie hadn’t told him to.

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Pokemon Grunt Tank Top!

Materials
• Black and white fabric ( I recommend Jersey Knit, I used Jersey for the white but the black i used a thicker Fleece but i do not recommend because it wasn’t stretchy)
• Basic sewing materials ( I used a sewing machine for this whole thing but you could definitely hand sew it, just would take longer!)

*You could totally add the white strips to a tank top you bought at the store but I got he fabrics on discount so i figured id tackle making it!

Base
• Trace a tank top that fits you well onto the black fabric, front and back
• Sew together sides and shoulders
• TRY ON before you hem, make sure it fits the way you want
• Hem the sleeves and bottom! (don’t hem the neckline, were about to get to that)

*For the next two steps you could probably just paint on the white with fabric paint but i did not, if you were going to paint hem the neck line too!

Neckline
• Cut a ½ yard (more or less depending on your neck size) by 3 inch sheet out of the white fabric
• Fold strip in half (hot dog style)
• Pin to neckline, make sure to leave about an inch before you pin (I only did front but you could do back too if you so please)
• Sew along edge
• Fold over and sew down so the white is flat against the black

*You could also just paint the X but I’m not huge on fabric paint, i wanted machine washable

X Design
• Repeat long white strips x2 (x4 if you want to do back too, i did)
• Fold in half and sew longways
• Pin down in x form ( I put mine on my dress form to stretch it out, you can just put it on yourself and look in a mirror!)
• Sew down edges

And you’re all done! Tomorrow we tackle the wrist bands and the socks! You can find my cosplay account on Instagram @ Pestermychum!

magical-awesome-kid  asked:

Hey so LOVE the twins au! So, we know the DC twins switch places to cover one another, but have the kittens done it? How would adrien rock a dress and Adrienne a man's blazzer? Also, I know Mari likes sewing but I imagine Marin loves drawing. He and Nath are art buds. Also, I see Adrienne as a tennis player (so she's got an arm for the staff XD)

Thanks!! I love the idea of Adrienne as a tennis player, it’s a suiting sport for her. Maybe for this AU she plays violin instead (Gabriel wanted his kids to be well versed in their own things each I suppose) too, making for fun duets with her brother. Likewise, Marin and Marinette could do all sorts of collaborations. Though I admit, I kind of see him being the one who likes to sew and her being more into drawing in this AU. Either or, I think Marin would be good friends with Nathaniel.

Also yes! I’d imagine Adrien and Adrienne have switched too (Adrienne covering for Adrien in a fencing tournament while he’s off fighting an akuma and absolutely wrecking the competition. Or Adrien throwing on a wig and taking his sister’s place in a runway show and almost eating it trying to walk in those heels). It would mostly be during sports things tho since the first time they tried to cover for the other in a photoshoot..it ended in a long scolding by Nathalie AND Gabriel…. 

Last year, it was my eldest sister. This year, it's my turn.

I didn’t have what most people would call a normal childhood, at least not by modern standards. My Mother and Father raised me and my two sisters in a very old school sort of fashion.

Children were to be seen and not heard. There was no laughing or playing. We spoke when we were spoken to, unless we were alone with each other; but even then, it was only hushed tones and hushed voices.

Our mother made our dresses on the sewing machine until she wasn’t afraid that our fingers would get caught in the threads, and then we learned to make our own. We would get beautiful cloth of all colors, except for white. When I asked for white so I could make an Easter dress, I was told that white was only for “My Day.”

I didn’t know what that meant, and she wouldn’t explain any farther.

Our Mother was also our teacher, we were taught how to read, basic arithmetic, and how to cook. She would smile when everything was perfect and say, “You will make him so happy one day.”

The one time I asked who he was, I was spanked with the wooden spoon so hard, I couldn’t sit down for two days. My eldest sister, Julie, would sneak ice while my youngest sister, Anna, would keep an eye out. If they were caught soothing or comforting me, they would suffer the same, if not worse.

Our Father had a very good job. When he would come home, our Mother would hand him a drink, take off his shoes, and give him a foot massage. He would watch the news while she served him dinner, his slippered feet propped on the ottoman. He would sometimes ask us to show him what we did for the day, be it sewing or penmanship.

One day, when I was 16, I caught my Mother in the kitchen, weeping. She was clutching her pearl necklace, her mascara running down her face, her curls not as tight as they normally were.

“Momma?” I said, timidly. She looked at me and cracked a smile.

“Abigail,” She crooned. She wrapped her arms around me, and sobbed into my shoulder. She stroked my hair, “You know, you were always my favorite, right?” I looked around, hoping none of my sisters had heard that.

That day, Father came home with a few different lengths of white cloth for my sister with a pattern for a beautiful wedding gown. Julie had just turned 18.

“It’s time you became a woman!” Father declared, “It’s time for you to be married. You have until two days to finish the dress.” Our jaws dropped. That was a short amount of time for the delicate pattern.

“Father,” Julie said, timidly, “Can Abby and Anna help me?” He looked at her for a moment.

“Of course,” Father kissed her on the cheek. This was new; he had never shown any affection to any of us before.

We got to work, taking turns on the sewing machine. Father and Mother came into the room. Mother was wearing her travelling coat, something that I don’t recall her ever doing in my entire life. She was no longer crying, but smiling despite the tears in her eyes. She was wearing her pearl necklace.

“Your Mother has to go see your Grandma back in Oregon. She’s very ill.” Father stated, “I’m taking her to the airport.” We nodded in acknowledgement, and went back to work. It wasn’t until later that I realized that my Mother had no suitcases with her.

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anonymous asked:

If bts were on drag race who do you think would win or at least top 3?

this is a Tough Question…….

yoonji would be pure freshly served tilapia REAL ACTUAL fish but not just one of the pretty fishy queens who arent very good at challenges she’d be like Everything like not once in the bottom, amazing at the sewing challenges, wins the reading challenge, wins the makeover challenge. she’d definitely make top 3 (if not win the whole thing)

i feel like tae would be the valentina like BEAUTIFUL AND STUNNING but is hit or miss during the challenges. he’d win the acting challenge tho definitely. i think he could make it to top 3 tho. (taehyung like willam doesnt have a drag name cuz hes Quirky) 

jungkook would be the baby drag queen who’s not very polished yet and has only been doing drag for like three weeks but is somehow still???? flawless???? he’d MURDER the singing challenge just absolutely RUIN everyone and would definitely be the season’s darling. yet also he’d infuriate everyone bc hes like ‘idk how to sew! i’ll just wing it!’ and still somehow makes a gorgeous gown and has time to craft his own accessories out of cardboard and extra fabric. he’d do REALLY well in all of the challenges even things he’s Not good at and it would irritate everyone but also they love him. he’d probably make it to the top 3 too.

jimin would have an adore situation and start off not very strong and have to be in the bottom a lot but his lipsyncs would be SHOWSTOPPING every time so he’d save himself. hed also be the queen helping all the girls feel better during untucked when theyre worried about going home. he’d be the girl wiping tears away and telling them not to ruin their makeup and just being a beautiful lovable sweetheart. i think he could go far but ultimately be sent home. he’d also be a strong competitor for miss congeniality.

namsoon would be……….Just Happy To Be There honestly she would be safe the first couple of weeks but ultimately get sent home during the dance challenge

hosook would prob win miss congeniality just bc everyone loves her. shes not the nicest at all but everyone still thinks she should win it. she’d MURDER YOU in a lip sync like she’d be doing deathdrops and heel kicks and shit like u would be SCALPED. he’d be the equivalent of katya. everyone’s favorite but goes home somewhere near the top. the internet is furious. #hosookwasrobbed trends for three days straight.

jin would be fishy too. like otherworldly beautiful bc tbh when ur a drag queen if ur that pretty as a boy ur gonna be pretty as a queen too its just science. he’d shock everyone when he wins the comedy challenge but would ultimately go home somewhere near the top 6.

Interview: Britani Palazzolo

Today we’re joined by Britani Palazzolo. Britani is an awesome artist who is incredibly versatile and works in a variety of mediums. She does a lot of papercrafts and other visual arts. When she’s not drawing, Britani does a lot of writing and some baking as well. Her work shows a fascinating sort of surrealism. It’s very clear she’s an incredibly dedicated and passionate artist, as you’ll soon see. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

I do a little bit of everything! I write, draw, sew, bake, papercraft, paint… If there’s an art medium out there, I’ve probably tried it haha! I usually jump around from one to the other, so right now I’m working on papercrafts mostly (my current project is making one for each Overwatch character) but I’ll probably drift back to drawing or writing soon. I mainly draw my OCs or myself, and I love drawing cute but gross stuff and object heads. I draw traditionally sometimes, but most of the time I use Adobe Illustrator because I love how it works with my style. I’ve been doing art since I can remember, and I’ve watched my style change over the years and it brings me a lot of joy just doing something with my hands. There’s really no telling what I’ll come up with next.

What inspires you?

I guess that depends on what I’m doing. If I’m drawing, usually it’s movies or other media because I’ll make a self-insert character or an AU for my OCs and draw according to that. I think my friends inspire my writing a lot of the time because we bounce around ideas and I just have to get them out! I also draw a lot of creepy/gore things, so catch me at Halloween time really inspired! Fandom also inspires me, but sometimes I’m afraid to contribute fanart because I compare myself to others (a bad habit I know, but I’ve been working on it!) and will instead stick with my own characters haha! I also use my own life as a lot of inspiration, including the fact that I’m ace. I make music playlists (I guess you could call that an art?) and I have an “All Your Favs Are Ace” series which are just character playlists based on my headcanons of characters being on the ace spectrum. I’ve written a fic involving a character coming out to their partner as a sex repulsed ace which I based largely on my own feelings and experiences. Music is also a huge inspiration provider, as well as long showers!

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love to be creative and do art projects. Art class was always my favorite thing about school, and I would make things at home all the time. It was really in high school that I started figuring out that this was a real thing that I could do with my life. I learned a lot about digital art in high school, and had some great teachers that helped me along, so I decided to go to college for an Art Education degree. At the time I was working in a fabric store so I was teaching myself to sew and cross stitch, and in school I learned about oil paints and charcoal. I got to try every medium and it was fantastic! The chips fell as they do, and I got into baking and cake decorating. So, instead of teaching, now I bake and do art on the side!

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I sign everything with my initials, but it’s not very special haha! If I sew anything for someone though, I attach a little tag that I made that says “Handcrafted”. I hand carved the stamp used to make these tags on an eraser, so I guess that’s kind of cool! Other than that I think it’s just my personal drawing style that is pretty unique. I tend to over exaggerate certain features (legs for example) and simplify others (feet).

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Do not stop. If someone tells you that you can’t do something, you look them in the eye and you do the thing and you keep doing it until they close their mouth. It might take a while, but if it makes you happy, just keep going. Art is what you make of it. There are no rules!

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I’m a sex repulsed asexual panromantic!

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I haven’t had a lot directed specifically at me (except somebody once didn’t like my ace playlists and called me homophobic for making them, which baffled me), but the first year I went to the pride parade in my area only ONE booth sold ace flags and they were those tiny ones on sticks. When I went to pride this year, I was hoping maybe asexuality had gotten a little more out there, but again only ONE booth sold the full size flags and the people at the booth had very little knowledge on the subject (didn’t know which flag I wanted until I pointed directly at it, didn’t know if they had any more ace merch, etc). Mostly I just ignore it or roll with it. If there is an opportunity, I will attempt to educate people on the matter, but most people spouting ignorance don’t want to learn, so I’ve found there’s not much point in trying.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

That ALL ace people HATE sex/anything to do with sex/are innocent pure beings who don’t know anything about sex! It makes me laugh because I know so many ace people who are very sex positive, a lot are very kinky in their own ways, and are in no way ‘innocent and pure’. People assume you’re an emotionless robot (especially if you’re aro ace, I’m so sorry to those guys) and it just astounds me.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

It’s alright to take your time learning about your sexuality, and do lots of research, read a lot of info! I thought I was straight until about the first year of college (19 years old or so), and from there I was maybe bi, but something just didn’t feel right about that. It was only once I started seeing a lot of info about the ace spectrum on Tumblr that I was like “Hold on… this sounds like me!” I identified as demisexual for a while, but did some more research, did some soul searching, and decided to go with full asexual. But just know that this could change too! Sexuality is fluid. Just go with the flow, meet people, make friends, maybe fall in love? Who knows!

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

You can find me basically anywhere on the internet by the same username: ranebowstitches
I’m most active on Tumblr, AO3, Instagram, and 8tracks.

Pop by and say hi! I love to chat!

Thank you, Britani, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

anonymous asked:

S boys reactions to a shy S/O ? Thank you ( ・ᴗ・̥̥̥ )♡

♥Shu: Finally, someone in this house who is not annoying… Come here. Just lay in the couch with me. I guess I could share an earphone with you.

♥Reiji: Thankfully, you are not insolent or noisy like the rest of my brothers. I hope you maintain that behavior. You don’t want to know what happens if you break my rules.

♥Ayato: Why does your face looks like a tomato whenever I get close to you?! Hey, would you let me check if your blood is as red as your face is right now? Heh!

♥Kanato: Ahh~ that’s right. Your appearance and your shyness reminds me of a doll. We could make her wear those dresses we have prepared, right Teddy? Just, stay the way you are now. Don’t talk, keep quiet. Or I’ll sew your mouth shut.

♥Laito: Awww Bitch-chan… You look so innocent sometimes… If you come to my room, I’ll teach you some ways to stop being so shy~ Well, you’ll have to leave some of your innocence behind, of course! Nfu~

♥Subaru: Hey, listen. I want to tell you someth–Why do you always avoid looking at me?!

I wish I could make my gums stop bleeding but
Will my hands be delicate enough to sew the right stitches?
And that’s only if there is a sterilized needle, a length of good thread, and
Gauze pads in the medicine cabinet.
And even then, the color of the thread won’t match
The color of the insides of my skin. But still,
I would not be swallowing so much blood, if I could
Thread that needle,
And then red shadows would not always be staining my shirt
When I open my mouth to speak.
Though maybe I should let my mouth bleed more; maybe
Bleed all over the tablecloths and the silverware, all over
The ocean and the whole sky.
Maybe I should cauterize the tearing skin with a Bic lighter and
Say a Hail Mary. Or maybe
I should just let the blood run off my tongue when I talk,
Since I am only ever apologizing.
And that is Not a Good Habit.

There’s Something in Your Eyes

I’m going to kind of combine prompts for this one, and that may be cheating a bit, but I like this enough to submit it for both. First and foremost, this is a Harry Potter AU (Day 13), and I have combined it a bit with Day 17, Prom Night. Of course, the closest thing to a “prom” in the Harry Potter universe would be the Yule Ball! So this will be a two-shot, with part one being posted today, and part two posted on the 17th. I hope you enjoy!

This year, the Triwizard Tournament is being held at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been selected as Champion. She is not afraid of most of the challenges that await her. Except one. Fantastic beasts? No problem. Tests of wit? She’s got them in the bag. Asking her crush to the Yule Ball? That’s a different story entirely…

Named for Ajab Si from Om Shanti Om.

Also on AO3

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sooooofrench  asked:

Could you do 12 with Hercules Mulligan ?? I just imagine him being actually a big cutie inside and when you annoy him too much that's the threat 😂😂 but you can write it with whatever context you like 😁😁 I love your work it's amazing 😍😍

Yes, Herc, such a softy on the inside ♡ And thank you, Doll!
(T/W: It’s not smut, but there’s implication)

P.s. I have everyone’s requests and I’m saving the smut requests for this weekend, because I like to put a little more detail and attention into those, just to make sure everything makes sense! (I know, I’m sorry I’ve made some of you wait so long!)


Herc normally didn’t bring work home, even though he had a room fully dedicated to his job. He often would use you as a model if he was sewing up a dress, just so he could see how it would fall. Sometimes it was funny when the dress was a little too long on you and he had to have you stand on books so he could see it fall properly. Other times you got frustrated when it was a little too tight. He always reminded you that you were the perfect size though.

Tonight you were feeling a little extra hyper and needy all at the same time, maybe it was too much coffee mixed with watching too many romantic movies while you waited for him to come home. When he finally walked through the door, you sprang up from your seat and welcomed him home. 

“Hey, baby!” you kissed him.

He didn’t seem his usual self though, you noticed he had his hands full of bags of fabric and sewing supply. You knew exactly what this meant, he had work to do. Of all nights why tonight when you felt so needy? You nodded as he explained he had some work to do. Looking at the clock you tried to think positive. Maybe it wouldn’t take him that long. But slowly, one hour went by and then two…you decided you were just going to peek in and see how he was. 

As usual, he left the door open and was working at the desk across the room. He looked so focused with a needle or two in his mouth as he was methodically sewing a pink fabric. How could he be such a tough guy and yet so gentle as careful in his work. You made your way across the room and rested your elbows on his desk. 

“Whatcha doin’?” you asked.

“Just repairing a tear,” he didn’t even look up to answer you.

“You do that so well,” you came over to his side of the desk and watched him work.

After a while you just had to touch, so you leaned your head against his shoulder, not even budging him an inch as he continued sewing. It was almost impossible for you to move him, so leaning against him really didn’t take away from his precise movements. You slid your arms around one of his, resting your hands on his forearm. You could feel each muscle moving as he worked the needle, you loved that feeling. Gently beginning to rub up along his skin, you pressed your chest into his bicep.

“Hmm, it’s so pretty,” you said in that voice,  “the way your fingers-”

You grazed your fingernails down his forearm, pressing a  kiss to his jawline.

“Stop it or I’ll bite you…” Herc said in a low tone, slightly annoyed by you distracting him. 

“I wish you would…”

“Is that what you want?” Herc laughed, looking over to you.

“Wh-what?” you asked shyly, as he was smirking at you, “Yes, okay! I just didn’t want to say anything since you were working-”

“And trying to distract me wasn’t saying anything?” He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

You finally gave up, “Okay, fine you got me! I just really missed you and you always come home so happy and you sweep me off my feet, I know I’m pathetic.”

Herc turned away from his work, spinning his chair to face you. He pulled you into his lap, resting his hands around your waist. You smiled faintly. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips and smiled back at you. 

“Twenty minutes sound fair?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded and bit your lip.

Giving him one more lingering kiss you hopped out of his arms and went to go read while you waited.