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How to make custom lace appliques – the “Frankenlace” method

A lot of people asked for more info on how I made the appliques that decorate the bottom of Zelda’s gown. Here’s my tutorial for the whole process! This method can be used to make all kinds of applique shapes and designs if you get creative with it.

  1. These lace appliques are made out of other lace – hence the nickname. To get started, you’ll need to collect a few lace trims to use as raw material. Look for styles that are similar or complement each other, because you’ll be combining them. This is some, but not all, of the trims I used. I bought these in the LA fabric district, but most are available at
  2. Cut your lace down into smaller pieces that are more modular. Don’t cut up ALL your lace – this is just an experimentation stage, to practice rearranging the design.
  3. Using a template of your desired shape (I made mine digitally, but you can hand draw one too) practice arranging your pieces until you find a design that suits your needs. This is not my final design in the picture – I went through several versions before I was totally happy with how it looked. You might discover that you need more lace, which is why planning and experimentation are so important. When you’re satisfied with how it looks, it’s time to start putting it all together.
  4. You’ll need an embroidery hoop large enough to cover your whole template, plus some netting that is as close to transparent as you can find. Most generic tulle is NOT fine enough to do well with this technique – the holes are too large and the tulle stretches too much when handled. Look for netting that does not stretch or fray, if possible. Put some netting in your embroidery hoop, tightening the surface like a drum. I taped my template to a small sheet of masonite to give myself a portable work surface. I also ended up using clamps to hold the embroidery hoop to the masonite, but forgot to get a picture. This is optional, but really helps the design from shifting too much as you work.
  5. Tools for the next step: fabric glue (other brands work too), a small paintbrush, and a water cup. I watered my glue down a little to make it easier to spread with the paintbrush. Be careful not to add TOO much water, or your glue will be too thin, not grip well, and take a long time to dry.
  6. Working in small sections, begin gluing your lace pieces onto the netting. Start at the center and work outward, if possible. Continue until all your lace pieces are glued onto the netting.
  7. Here’s what mine looked like with all the lace attached! At this point, I flipped the embroidery hoop over and applied a second coat of glue over the entire back of the work. The netting is so thin that you can continue to apply more glue from the backside to get a more secure grip.
  8. Optional: add rhinestones to taste. I used E6000 for this step. Not every applique requires rhinestones, but in this case I wanted Zelda to sparkle as much as possible.
  9. Repeat to create as many appliques as you need! Zelda has 8 along the bottom of her dress. Here’s part of my assembly line.
  10. When you’re ready to attach the applique to your fashion fabric, trim away some of the netting along the outside, but leave any “interior” portions that help stabilize the design. I simply glued my appliques onto the silk, but I later went back and hand-stitched them down for a more secure hold. After they are properly attached to your fabric, you can VERY CAREFULLY trim away the “interior” pockets of plain netting using small scissors.
  11. The final look of my gown, after all the appliques and trim were attached.

This method is very time consuming and requires a lot of patience and concentration – but I just love the results! I wanted to achieve the look of professionally-made applique, but without access to industrial equipment, this was the next best thing I could come up with. 

The white-on-white effect is subtle, but matches the look I was going for. Photo by Vontography.

I hope this is helpful to some of you in your own costume projects. Let me know if you have any questions, and good luck!

Sex with Ethan and Grayson would include ♡

Request: ‘’What do you think Grayson and Ethan would be like in bed, like in detail??? xxx‘’

A/N: I think that the twins most of the time would be really gentle and passionate buttt also could be really rough and lowkey kinky when having sex. Because let’s face it: they’re sex gods and just from looking at them I get really turned on, lol. BUT I do think that Ethan is more into kinky stuff and Grayson into more romantic sex ;) Hope you enjoy xx


↪ Lots and looots of sex

↪ Sexting before as a warm up ;)

↪ He would be dominant af, but sometimes sub as well

↪ Lazy morning sex

↪ Rarely slow and passionate sex and most of the time really rough and maybe even kinky?

↪ You stripping down for him and he licking his lips when you do

↪ He would be the KING of foreplay (I mean looook at those fingers)

↪ Teasing the freaking fuck out of you until you’re almost begging him to fuck you

↪ Running his lips over your panties and pulling at the waist

↪ His lips on every centimeter of your body

↪ You pressing your mouth against his shoulder to keep yourself from crying out his name

↪ Lots of making out, and kisses everywhere!

↪ HICKIES and love bites on very visible places on your skin

↪ ‘’E, I can’t go out like this’’

↪ ‘‘Sure you can, everyone will know that you’re mine’’

↪ Him grabbing hungrily your ass and squeezing your boobs

↪ Sex in public bathrooms if he’s feeling very horny or jealous when he saw other guys staring at you

↪ Sooo much moaning and panting

↪ Him smirking when you moan SUPER loud (which is like all the time)

↪ Low and deep groans from him (just imagine this omg)

↪ Sweaty and hot skin

↪ SpANKinG


↪ Hair pulling !!

↪ Eye contact (SO sexy)

↪ Lots of dirty talk

↪ ‘‘Eyes on me’‘

 ↪ ‘‘Be quiet, babygirl’‘

↪ ‘’Yeah, you like that huh?’’

↪ Eating you out like 24/7

↪ Him biting his lips when he sees you reaching your orgasm

↪ Him begging you to give him a blowjob

↪ Taking turns in pleasing each other

↪ Letting you know that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world

↪ Really intense orgasms

↪ Experimenting with different positions

↪ Soft whimpers

↪ Him grabbing your waist when you climb on top of him

↪ Him getting even more stimulated and loving it when you scream his name

↪ Him breathing heavily and unsteady into your neck

↪ Holding your hand when you cum (when you have really passionate sex)


↪ Sex like ALL the time when you’re spending time just at home

↪ Usually it would be pretty spontaneous but sometimes he would prepare some things and put lots of effort into making it special, like:

↪ Your favorite music playing in the background, dimmed lights, scented candles

↪  Most of the time he would be really gentle and careful but sometimes it would be really fast and rough

↪ Again: FOREPLAYYY! Foreplay would for sure include fingering, teasing and touching you everywhere (because let’s face it: Gray is really touchy)

↪ I just know that Gray would be very good at foreplay (I mean LOOK at those fingers and big hands oh my)

↪ Shaky hands when you reach your orgasm and him holding them

↪ Tracing your skin with his soft fingertips

↪ Slow movements

↪ ‘’Just fuck me already’’

↪ ‘’Patience, baby’’

↪ Every little thing you would argue about would get heated and lead to sex

↪ Also A LOT OF make up sex

↪ Him admiring your body and smiling when you undress yourself

↪ Complimenting you on your cute lingerie

↪ And him taking forever to pull it off

↪ ‘’Need some help?’’

↪ ‘’I will treat you like the queen you are’’

↪ Lots of making out and sweet kisses

↪ Giggling all the time

 ↪ ALWAYS asking if you’re comfortable since he’s worried that he would hurt you

 ↪ ‘‘Are you sure you’re okay? Do I need to slow down?’’

↪ Sex in his new car, sex in the shower, sex at the beach, sex in the bath, sex against the wall… Literally everywhere as long as you’re okay with it

↪ You grabbing his muscular arms when you reach your climax

↪ Him grunting when he’s thrusting into you

↪ Offering blowjobs as favours

↪ Him saying ‘Babe, tonight is all about you’ but like, every night

↪ Neck kisses and leaving hickies there also

↪ He would get ten times more horny when he sees you getting an orgasm while closing your eyes

↪ Him whispering ‘come for daddy’ when holding your legs apart

↪ Multiple orgasms a night since he knows your body so well and the things you like

↪ Cuddling and more soft kisses afterwards and limbs tangled in the sheets

↪ Him calling you baby/babygirl/princess/love/darling

↪ So much intercourse

↪ Eating you out like everytime you guys have sex

↪ And when he does you stroke your hands through his fluffy hair

↪ Lots of ‘i love you’s

↪ Bruises on your hips from his tight grip

↪ You falling asleep on top of him after the sex

↪ Him being completely fine with that and whispering sweet nothings into your ear and stroking your back

Discriminating douchebag gets served

I was talking to this guy on the internet for a couple of years, and he started being a total dick during the second year. It wasn’t even gradual, he just snapped over the smallest things. (ex: we used to be in an online relationship, and I once took a break to get my shit together. I didn’t respond to some of his messages because I was out with my friends more and he accused me of hating him, cheating on him, and being a whore).

I tried very hard for the longest time to keep it on good terms, but even a joke and he’d snap. He’d make all sorts of rude comments about my sexuality, gender, suicide, racism, etc. He even sent a picture of a mutilated kitten and threatened that I’d look the same if I ignored him again (after I didn’t respond for 2 minutes) and made many violently sexual threats. I decided after 6 months of everlasting patience that I had enough evidence. After I made it clear that I didn’t want to keep in touch, he decided he’s harass me constantly. I blocked him and he continually found all of my social medias and kept making new accounts to harass me with.

Finally I said to myself, “It’s time.”

I went on omegle and gave away his social media and contact information advertising hookups and doing the same on various other sites as well. This was about 3 months ago and 1 month ago he called me claiming to be sorry.

I decided to test the waters, and whaddya know, no changes.

I was feeling especially evil, so I went through facebook and some name searching and going off of the information I already knew about him, I found ways to contact his parents, brother, and sister. Impressive, since he lives across the country and I didn’t know his last name. So I collect many folders containing a gargantuan amount of screenshots, hookup ads that I made, a couple of his nudes, and watched the magic happen.

He hasn’t contacted me since.

Slow and Steady

Word count: 1,236

Warning: LOTS of fluff, smut, oral (female receiving)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request/Summary: Thank you for your request (I’m so sorry I just re-read the request and it said massage, not shower, but oh well. I probably should have done that before but I could have sworn it said shower.)

After a particularly rough hunt Sam takes good care of the reader in more ways than one.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

It had been a particularly difficult and strenuous case, but it was finally over. All of your muscles ached, you were bleeding from what seemed to be everywhere, and dirt and grime covered your body. After making it back to the motel you slumped onto the bed, relishing in the sweet rock-hardness of the mattress and the course brush of the cheap sheets against your tired skin. Dean had gone to his room, refusing to drive you back to the bunker until you had all had a night’s rest and recovery. Sam returned to the room half an hour later once he had patched Dean up and vice versa.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Your theories got me like "daaamn these are so good" and I've been thinking about it for days but what do you think about the pre-Kerberos period of time? What about Keith and Shiro meeting each other? What about the time spent together before Keith's hopes were crushed by a "pilot error"?

Oh, I love speculating about their relationship prekerberos. It’s really interesting, because the nature of it is kept in the dark most of the time. We only ever seem to get glimpses here and there. But, from what we know: when they’re stranded together, Shiro’s surprised Keith remembered Patience yields focus–That really stayed with you, didn’t it?” And he looks so incredibly touched by it, you can see how much it really means to him. As for Keith, his response comes easy, “You’ve given me some good advice. If it wasn’t for you, my life would have been a lot different.” So we know whatever impact Shiro had, it was incredibly significant. He’s apparently been there for Keith when no one else has, offering words of comfort and helping to guide him through hard times. 

I think we can all infer “Patience yields focus,” is something from their garrison days, and probably a mantra Keith got very used to hearing. He also very much internalized this–and likely a lot of other things Shiro said. That advice Shiro gave meant something to him, the fact that he took the time to be there for Keith when no one else would quite literally changed his life

Guidebook says Shiro and Matt graduated a few years before Kerberos, so Shiro was an officer by then. But he was still around the garrison when he wasn’t running missions. So I suppose at first, it could’ve been that Shiro was trying to mentor Keith. He saw a cadet who had a lot of promise but maybe had a hard time playing by the rules or staying focused. Or maybe he sees that Keith doesn’t have anyone in his corner–can’t seem to make friends and is always off on his own. So Shiro decides to take him under his wing. 

But I really want to stress that, however Shiro’s interest in Keith started, I don’t think he by any means saw Keith as some kind of charity project. Keith isn’t someone who lets others feel sorry for him, and he sure as hell won’t play the victim. I can see him really pushing Shiro away at first, insisting he doesn’t need anyone–that he’s always been his own and he’s doing just damn fine, thank you. Keith is someone who carves his own path, and I don’t think he’d take well to whatever help Shiro offered. He doesn’t need help. Never has. 

So it starts slow. Shiro tentatively joining Keith at the commissary or offering to train with him in the sim. Studying together turns into sparring together and late night sim sessions where Keith breaks record after record. He’s good, better than anyone else Shiro’s ever seen. But it’s not long before what they have isn’t just a one-way thing. Keith approaches Shiro on his own and is always eager to see him. He starts opening up bit by bit, and pretty soon everything he feels is a flooded dam and he just bursts.

Keith’s always been touch averse, but the next time Shiro goes to shake his hand Keith pulls him into a hug. He doesn’t ever want to let go. The passing touches here and there start to linger–a hand on Keith’s shoulder or a pat on the back, their hands clasped before they come together. Keith’s never known this kind of intimacy, so cloying, sweet relief. Because we know Keith freezes up at anyone else’s touch, but when Shiro reaches for him he just melts. 

We know from Joaquim that, “[Keith] latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” (source). Josh has also said, “[Keith’s] constantly scared he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose Shiro.” (source). So we know Shiro is very much Keith’s anchor, the one person that can truly calm him down and help him stay centered. We know that Keith latches onto him, desperately clinging to that source of comfort and reassurance, for the safety and solace Shiro provides. 

We also know this is in part linked to his galran heritage, that Keith’s emotions are volatile and oppressive. Lauren has said that his emotions are, “kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. Like he’s having a hard time dealing with [Shiro’s loss], he doesn’t really know how to feel. And I think he just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from the galra side.” (source

And we’ve seen through how Honerva “softened” Zarkon that galra tend to look for partners who can help them manage that intensity, who are able to soothe the sheer overwhelming pain of those emotions. For Keith, Shiro was that partner. The only one. And when he loses that safety? He falls apart. I’m willing to bet the same thing happened after Kerberos–considering he was kicked out, wondered off to the desert feeling “lost,” desperately searching for some new  sense of purpose until–“Then you showed up.”

He’s an orphan. He hasn’t seen his parents in years. If they kick him out of the garrison, he’s got nowhere else to go. The other cadets are likely either jealous of him or hate him. The other officers won’t give him the time of day. Everyone in his life’s already written him off as a lost cause, but not you, Shiro, never you, please don’t leave me too–“Shiro is the one person who never gave up on me. I won’t give up on him.”

So, yes. Whatever Keith and Shiro had prekerberos, by the time Shiro left, they were already incredibly close. And we know this sort of affection wasn’t one-sided either. I know a lot of people tend to believe Keith’s depth of feeling for Shiro isn’t reciprocated, but that’s not the case at all. Yes, Keith latched onto Shiro, thought of him as his greatest hope–saw losing him as his deepest fear. But I believe the feeling is entirely mutual. Because, when Shiro was about to takeoff? The person he brought to the launch wasn’t his family or even another officer. It was Keith. Out of everyone at the garrison, Keith was the one he was closest to, the one he wanted to see him off. 

The truth is, Shiro also has his own walls. Even after spending a 6 month mission with him and having graduated in the same year, Matt is reluctant to approach Shiro, calling him sir. You don’t see that level of casual intimacy there. And Shiro has never once expressed any desire to return to Earth or reunite with his family, even after being gone for a year. Even knowing his family and friends would’ve been told he was dead. I believe he must have been estranged from his family. And as for friends, I imagine a lot of people thought they were Shiro’s friends at the garrison, that he was beloved and revered as a hero. But I think Shiro still kept them all at a distance. Everyone except for Keith.

It’s why Shiro wanted to spend his last moments with him before he left, wanted to take the chance to properly say goodbye. It’s why Joaquim said, “Keith and Shiro have the closest relationship, so there is that kinship there,” and Lauren added that, “And I think the Black Lion probably got from Shiro what Shiro saw in Keith.” (source). It’s why Shiro has fallen into this habit of pulling Keith aside and checking in with him whenever he’s worried. It’s why Shiro’s not at all surprised to see that Keith was the one who rescued him, the reason he asked “How did you know to come save me when I crashed?” instead of “Why?” Because Shiro knew without a doubt, if anyone would chase after him, always be there for him, it was Keith

“Jealousy isn’t my thing” Zach Dempsey

Request: Zach x Reader where Zach gets jealous :) [fluff-cuteness] hope everyone likes it.

NOTE: I am so sorry this is late but I hope you guys like it x

Originally posted by corn-flacks

You and Zach had been going out for 9 months now. Nearly a year. God everything was perfect. At first you were hesitant to even become friends with him because he’s a Jock. it was a biology project that got both of you together. so from working on a project; to revising together; then the healthy flirting turning into a relationship.

Your best friend Clay was really happy for you. He was against it first because Zach was a “JOCK” but then he saw how caring, loving and affectionate Zach was towards you.

Zach didn’t mind yours and Clay’s friendship but he wasn’t a big fan of it either. Sometimes you would see Zach dropping him looks but you’d ignore it thinking he’s just being childish. 

You haven’t really seen Zach much because you and Clay have this History project coming up so you’ve been with Clay for a whole week working on it.

“God I miss him Clay” you said as Clay was stapling some papers.                      “I know (Y/N), but patience is a virtue” he said whilst laughing and you just gave him a little nudge.


(Zach’s POV)

I trust her. I really do. But recently she’s been spending all her time with the Jensen and i don’t like it. I know that she loves me but like why can’t she just take two minutes out to call me or something.

{Next Day}

There she is, walking arm in arm with Jensen. Am I her man or Jensen?            “What’s up bro?” said Justin.                                                                                 “Nothing bro” i said whilst glaring at Jensen. No, I don’t like this but she doesn’t care so fuck it. She’s looking at me, walking towards me with her arms open like nothing’s wrong. WOW.

((Y/N) POV)

He saw me right? Why did he just walk off like that?                                            “Is everything ok?” Clay said but I didn’t know what to say so i just nodded and walked with him.

3 days. 3 motherf**kin days and Zach Dempsey has not even looked to me, let alone spoken to me. He’s there with all his jock friends but do I care? No! So here it goes.

(Zach’s POV)

She just grabbed my arm and dragged me with her to the girl’s toilet. Thank God no one was there to see. Well…the teachers weren’t there so it’s fine…I guess.                                                                                                                  “What’s your problem?” she said as she had me against the wall. God i just wanted her for myself, that’s all. She looked so beautiful all the time but when she was angry, there was something about her.She looked HOT AS FUCK.        

“Nothing.” I said coldly, pushing her lightly to the side and trying to walk off “you should go to Jensen probably he won’t make you feel pissed” I said and all i heard was a little sniffle.

“OH..MY..GOD. I am so sorry babe…ok-don…don’t cry now” I said. I couldn’t see her upset. I was just pissed that you were spending time with Jensen and not me. I know better, I trust you and I shouldn’t have acted like a chil-”

 But to my unfortunate luck she was just pretending. Before i could finish (Y/N)  started giggling and it turned into  a fit of laughter. I must say I was relieved that I didn’t make her cry.     

                                                                                                                    “Jealousy’s not my thing” she said.                                                                       “What do you me-”, I was cut off by her tender lips placed in mine and let’s just say it was kiss filled with love, passion. lust and hunger of  not kissing each other for a week. The kiss turned in to a everlasting make out session. My hands all over her body, her leaving trails of kisses down my neck. Then those purple marks that only I could give her. My left hand resting on her but and my right hand on her thigh. She had her hands around my neck.                               She stopped to catch her breath. “When we started dating you told me Jealousy isn’t your thing, but look at you now. All jealous and that”

I was stuck for a moment. I’m not the jealous type but this time I was. “I..uh..ummm…I felt insecure” She looked at me confused as to why would I even feel that way. “It’s just he’s known you for years and all so I got a bit j..jea…jealous!”.

She cupped both of my cheeks and gave me a little peck. “ I love you, Dempsey” (Y/N) said, her eyes filled with love. “ It’s been 9 months since we’ve been together so that says a lot” she said with  a little giggle. 

I laughed, reassured that my baby is only my baby. 

“Who’s in there?” we heard Ms.Kimberly say.                                                        “We’re so dead” (Y/N) said. WE both came out and faced Ms. Kimberly who had a disappointed look on her face. (Y/N) lipstick was on my lips, her neck was covered with this purple bruises and so was mine. 

“Office. Now!” she yelled and started walking with us following behind.

“Jealousy still isn’t my thing, just saying” I said before pulling (Y/N) from her waist towards myself for a hug.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Submissive Peter Parker:

Request made by the lovely @underoosie

Request: Submissive Peter Parker Headcanon

Originally posted by tomshollandss

  • Okay don’t get me wrong Peter would love to be the dominant one but sometimes, just sometimes he’d give you all the control and go total sub
  • Say he’d just fought someone and had a few cuts and bruises that needed to been seen too
  • After bandaging up a cut on his leg you’d ‘accidently’ slid your hand over his crotch area
  • He’d suck in a harsh breath and try to hide it by coughing of course (due to him being totally awkward)
  • You’d giggle and slid onto his lap and he’d go to put his hands on your waist but you’d quickly grab them and hold them at his side, he’d kinda stare at you in shock for a moment but he’d be totally down for it
  • “I’m in control tonight baby”
  • He’d nod and get even harder when you’d start to slowly grind down on him, also planting kisses and a few kisses on his neck)
  • Pulling Peters shirt up and running your fingers down his toned chest
  • Peter begging to touch you but you shutting him up by pressing your lips to his and kissing him slowly
  • When you’d pull away Peter would give you that look at you’d just know, you’d kiss him back but only harder this time as things got more intense
  • Sliding off his shirt before sliding off yours
  • Pushing him down on the bed with your palm and sliding off your pants.
  • Getting on your knees and sliding off his pants and boxers just to make him think you’re about to… you know, only to climb back up and on top of him again
  • “Patience babe”
  • He’d groan and you’d start grinding on him slowly again, only this time to suck a few hickeys onto his now exposed neck and chest area
  • No foreplay… skipping straight to it
  • Peter being unable to keep in his moans of pleasure to himself
  • Although you were having some gr8, dominant sex Peter would still take a moment to look at you with so much love and adoration 
  • Waking up the next morning with hella bad sex hair and let me tell you… more than a few hickeys littered Peters chest
  • Going downstairs hand in hand with Peter (wearing one of his shirts of course) only to see Tony Fucking Stark sitting on the couch reading the paper
  • Tony making a sarcastic comment about the large amount of hickeys and bite marks on Peters chest before making your sex hair even worse (not like that you dirty minded humans, just by ruffling up your hair a few more times)
  • Tony would never let you two live that moment down and would tease you and Peter for a longgg time.

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Could I request Bakugou fight with his extremely patient fem s/o and actually makes her mad because he told her something very awful, and he is a little surprised by it? And it would be very grateful if you could make the end nsfw (What have I done to myself?! 😩) sorry if the request is kind of ambiguous...I'm not good at requesting...I apologize for that


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how to tell a femme lesbian from a straight girl (the answer u wont like)

so when i mean if u know how to look you can spot a straight girl from a femme lesbian i dont mean like. show me a picture of a het and a femme and i’ll be able to spot the lesbian (i might be able to but its not bc of how they look)

i know yall arent gonna like this post bc its based off generalizations but uh. generalizations are how u make judgements abt things without flat out asking someone so unless u think its better to assume the statistically speaking less-likely scenario then this is ur best bet

the vast majority of my gaydar relies on body language, social cues, behaviors, and what information a person chooses to share when the subject of sexuality comes up

obviously none of those things are 100% foolproof, my gaydar has been wrong before (like everyones has) and all that other disclaimer bullshit, but if u know what to look for u can probably figure it out (again, not every lesbian acts this way and some straight girls do act this way, dont call me a heterophobe or accuse me of “stereotyping lesbians” bc i do not have the patience for that bullshit and i will block u dont try me tonight)

heres the deal: lesbians have very different life experiences than straight women. there comes a time in every lesbian’s life where u have to come to terms with the fact that the entire universe revolves around men but ur entire universe has nothing to do with them and frankly doesnt give a damn about them. u end up disconnected from the entire world, questioning your own value and usefulness, and all kinds of other angsty lesbian things. we all know this.

and straight girls dont experience that. obviously straight women dont base their entire lives around men. im not claiming they do. but straight women’s universes inherently include men, and the socialization that straight women and lesbians experience gives two different outcome because you have two different initial conditions

when push comes to shove, men are essentially irrelevant from lesbians’ lives. outside of compulsory heterosexuality, we don’t have anything to prove to them. yeah we might be friends with them, but at the end of the day, how men feel about us is. irrelevant tbh.

a straight girl will care about how the men around her view her, through things like body checking (which lesbians can also partake in, mind u) and y making an effort to like. include and be active in men’s lives because they are men. straight women like men and they like men’s company. yeah, they’ll joke about “hating men” but at the end of the day they go home to their boyfriends or husbands and spend the rest of their lives with a man. (i am aware bi women do this too, but bi women’s experiences are fundamentally different from straight women’s experiences bc they arent straight, and this post is specifically abt lesbians vs straight women)

u have to overcome a lot of shit to be a lesbian, to call urself a lesbian, to know ur a lesbian. and that doesn’t happen without changing who u are deep down. lesbians hold their heads high, they dont fuck around, and they give off vibes. they prioritize women. they disregard men. they dont subconsciously cater to the men in the room. they pay more attention to women. they shy away from affection from men.

they also dont talk abt how much they love men. we all went to sleepovers with straight girls, we all got the dreaded “who do u like” question, and we all heard our straight girl friends talk aout the guys they like. a lesbian never praises some mediocre white guy because he’s “got nice hair” or whatever. they might shrug off comments about them not having a boyfriend, avoid talking about celebrities they like, and generally be vague when it comes to conversations about love. and u know why, lesbians generally dont start talking about being gay around a pack of straight girls who will immediately recoil at their once-believed-straight-now-evil-homosexual-friend’s touch

lesbians get a shit lot in life, to be frank. and u can see it. u can hear it. you can watch it. what do u do that u do bc ur a lesbian that isnt flannels and docs? how has being a lesbian influenced you? do u avoid eye contact with men? consciously sit near women at all times, stare a pretty classmate, avoid talking about boys? look for that same behavior in other women. it’s subtle, but if u pay attention you’ll see it

please dont respond to this post without reading it in its entirety or accuse me of making generalizations, this entire post is built off generalizations bc its abt gaydar so

I recognize every lesbian’s experience is different and of course if u make assumptions about someone based off a complex and often ambiguous communication such as body language you can be dead wrong bc every human being is different

An Apology

I have been gone for a couple weeks. Not necessarily intentionally. What it boils down to is that I severely underestimated the impact of being a full-time student while also working full-time (and hours-wise, they almost match), and as my program progresses it’s just getting harder. And then there’s personal stuff, and unexpectedly urgent expensive dental procedures, and so forth. I’m back to the heart-pounding nightmare-inducing levels of stress that in previous times sent me to counselors because how do I breathe.

I’m posting this for a few reasons. One, to apologize for continuing to not respond. If anything weird was posted, it’s because I haven’t managed my queue in a bit. I sincerely apologize for dropping the ball on some things. The ball, right now, will continue to be dropped. I’ve been postponing things all summer thinking I could catch up, and it hasn’t happened yet–I need to face facts that I won’t be able to catch up “this weekend,” as I’ve thought every weekend for a couple months. The best I can do is be honest and apologize.

The second reason is selfish. If you have a favorite happy or humorous/funny story/link or video–on or off Tumblr, I don’t care–would you send it to me? I’ll probably add some to Alien-Free Friday, but most of what I’ve been seeing online lately is either school-related or the news, which is the exact opposite of happy. I don’t know when I’ll be back on to see them, but it’s something to look forward to.

Finally, thank you for your patience. I don’t think anyone on here has ever said anything rude despite my ongoing issues with time and disappearing. Y'all are nice people.

Sundays with Spideypool #4

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For @well-youknowhowitis prompt:

Wade is around the avengers for some reason (maybe Peter got hurt or sick and he lives at the tower or something) and like the avengers are SHOCKED by how much Deadpool actually knows about Spidey. Maybe they’re like trying to help Peter and DP is like “no you’re doing that wrong that’s not how it likes it move-” and just kinda totally takes over (bonus if they aren’t dating yet)

This is a little different from your prompt, I hope you still like it!

(I made this Andrew Garfield as Spidey because of Deadpools interest in him)


“So I was thinking–” Tony tapped at his lip thoughtfully. “I was thinking black here.” He made a sweeping motion with his hand and the hologram in front of him changed colors. “And maybe a darker red? Some bolder lines down the side, maybe.”

“Oh I like that idea.” Natasha nodded and Clint grunted in agreement. “He isn’t a kid anymore, and all of our uniforms have gotten this darker look to them.”

“It will certainly look less like he is wearing pajamas.” Steve added. “I think he will enjoy blending in more with the team instead of looking so obviously like he doesn’t belong.” He kissed Tony lightly on the cheek. “It’s great you are trying to design a new suit for him, babe.”

“Yeah well.” Tony was still staring at the hologram, snacking on chips absentmindedly. “He tore his other one, and I have been meaning to design something sturdier but–”

“That’s wrong, don’t do that.” a voice cut in from the doorway and Clint looked up from his sandwich in annoyance.

“Deadpool. Who invited you?”

“The big Iron Man himself.” Wade sauntered through the door to the lab, covered head to toe in full Deadpool uniform, complete with his katanas on his back. “So maybe cool it, Robin Hood.”

“Tony.” Clint sent Tony an imploring look, but Tony just shrugged.

“I did invite him, guys. If I’m designing new gear for the team, he deserves some too.”

“You have more patience than me.” Steve muttered and kissed Tony one more time before retreating back a few feet to give Deadpool some more room.  He didn’t trust the man at all, but Tony did for some reason, and even more surprising, apparently Peter had taken quite a shine to the mercenary.

Steve did not approve of that at all, and if Peter would have been under eighteen he would have absolutely put his foot down about it. He and Tony weren’t technically Peter’s parents, but the kid had lived at the tower since he was seventeen, and even though everyone knew Peter was joking when he called them Pop and Dad… well Steve still took it to heart.

And the thought of his boy wanting to hang around Wade Wilson was enough to make him see red.

But Tony told him to play nice, so that’s what he did– by folding his arms and glaring daggers in the back of Wade’s head.

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anonymous asked:

You are so beautiful.

Thank you (:

I do want to add something though: I get a lot of messages from babybats saying they wish they had my patience to do make-up or they wish they looked like me (why would anyone want that though, I honestly feel like a literal frog 99% of the time but that’s another story). The thing is, I don’t walk around with a full face of make-up or a corset on all the time. Right now I’m wearing sweatpants and a hoodie with my hair on a messy bun and no make-up on. Change the clothes to black jeans and a top, add some mascara and dark lipstick and you have my normal daily look, because that usually is the most practical and comfortable solution for me. 

I don’t tend to take pictures of myself unless I’m all dolled-up. I try to take them in good light with my hair and face done and the outfit all ready down to the last detail. You probably wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me on the street on a regular day, because I don’t take photos of myself on those boring days. I don’t always even do my eyebrows! What comes to clothes or make-up, I’m 26 years old and have been in the subculture for about 12 years. Building a wardrobe and learning the best make-up styles for your features take time. If you are in step 1 you can’t compare yourself to someone in step 10. Get inspired and gather experience but don’t feel defeated if you don’t “measure up” in your head because you’re just getting started!

The chances are that the people who you wish to look like don’t even look the way you think they do. We all know our angles, we use filters, and we all show only the best of ourselves to the Internet. We leave out the awkward smiles, the blemishes, our “bad” sides, the bad hair days, the messy rooms, the dirty clothes… Have you ever seen a side photo of my face? No, because I think it’s absolutely hideous so I don’t show it.

It’s okay to look up to people and take inspiration from them but don’t put yourself down comparing yourself to them because you have no idea how “real” that image of them is. I am not saying that I am not real when it comes to my selfies because it is still the real me in that moment. What I am saying is that those moments are glimpses into my life, not a depiction of it in its entirety. There is another side to everyone on the Internet and that side is not always as pretty or composed as it might seem, and you can’t compare yourself to someone when you only see their selected highlights.

I’m not excited for our first kiss… I’m excited for the day that I get to kiss you when you’re sad and grumpy and it’s been about 5 years or so since the first kiss but you can still feel everything behind it. If not more. Heaps more. You can feel how much I’ve grown to love you over that time… how I’ve chosen you day after day and I still can’t get enough of you and I still want you to be happier than anything in this world.
Or I can’t wait till the day that I get to hold our kid in my arms for the first time and even though it’s gonna be one hell of a hot mess, you’re still going to kiss me like that. Like I am everything and like you’re the proudest person of me in my life. Like I just helped you start something more than us.
Or the day when I walk out of the temple with you. Hand in hand (because you promised me that you’d do that for the rest of forever.) And that first kiss when we walk out will be my last first kiss and because it’s going to mean the world to me. Because that’s the day we’re going to become one.
Or the day when we’re both old and I don’t look nearly as beautiful as I used to and I complain about the cold one more time. When you’ll just look at me and smile, take my hand, and kiss me with such an old love that I’ll know that I knew you before this life. A kiss that’s pretty much saying “you should know after 86 years that winter always comes but I love you more than the first winter we spent together. You are more beautiful now than when we met.”
Man. That’s what I’m excited for.
—  Cameron Stetson

Hey guys, this is GRACE (dearmyjimin), your resident Jungkook and Jimin stan. My blog has just hit it’s first-year anniversary and I wanted to start a series of yearly follow forever posts that serve as both a personal compilation of some fav graphics of my own (so that I can track how much I’ve grown as a designer), as well as to thank everyone who has helped me in one way or another. Each and every creation was made possible because of all the support I received. I wish to thank those who follow and support me, my lovely mutuals and friends who encourage me and all the blogs I follow for decorating my dash with amazing content. I am proud to be an ARMY and to stan 7 Kings who are the sources of inspiration behind my creations ♡

my mutuals - bolded
♡ - personal message under the cut

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@97x95  | @acaracahehe ♡ | @aishjimin | @apgujeon | @artofennun | @ask-bts-stuff | @ask-joonie | @bangtannoonas@bang-tan | @baobwi@beui | @beuits@bloominflowers@booptae | @bwibelle | @bwink ♡@bwipsul | @bwiyomi | @chimcheroo | @chimchams | @chimchins | @chimilkeu | @comeherejimin | @cowjimin | @cyyphr | @deartaetae | @exolutelyx​ ♡ | @fhawn | @forjimin

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@gotjhope​ | @hobuing​ | @hohbi​ | @hoseokxx| @inkcassette​ | @jeongguk​ | @jeonheart @jeonify​ | @jeonity ♡​ | @jeonsshi@jiminrolls@jimiyoong​ ♡ | @jinthebunny | @jjilljj​​ | @jjks​​ | @jpgtae​ | @junghope​ |  | @j-helpless​ | @j-cypher​ ♡ |  @kimdaily​ ♡ | @ktaebwi​ ♡ | @kthish​ ♡ | @kths​ | @kkumri​ | @kookiebuff

M - R

@nerdjoonie​ | @nikkmonoxyls​ | @noranb​ | @maengion​ | @mangaetteok​ | @maja-sinika​ | @meitiandokaixin​ ♡ | @mewchim​ ♡ | @minblush​ ♡​ | @minpuffs​ | @mintsugakookies| @mintear​ | @park-jimizzle​ ♡​ | @pawjimin​​

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@seonmuriya | @sosjimin ♡ | @sunbaejin | @sunshine-hobi | @sevenkookiejars |  @sweaterpawsjimin | @taeguk | @taebokkii | @taenekiii | @taevisual | @thumino | @tttaehyung | @wonkkyun | @yeoongi | @yoohnseok | @yoonem | @yoongles | @yoonseok | @yoongsins ♡ | @yoonmin@war-of-hormoan@wonpei | @vmiin

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fortunatehazelnut  asked:

Do you knit? I think I've seen you make posts about it but I'm not sure. If so, do you have any tips for an absolute beginner?

I cannot knit to save myself, what you perhaps see is me reblogging from @aristoteliancomplacency who can do just about anything given time and a little thread. Or a lot, if you look into her stitch the Iliad project which I think is still on going.

I will say though as someone who is Rubbish at knitting, patience is key, and also I find crochet easier. Some others might be able to help you out too though, guys?

Busy (Jimin x Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: “Hi could you do a husband jimin fanfic where you have been fighting the last two days cause of his job. He’s been working late trying to get money together. You get in another argument and it gets heated (smut) and you make up 😉😉😉-anon”
Fandom: BTS
Member/reader: Jimin x Reader
Genre/warning(s): smut, strong language, 
Words: 2.1k
Authors note: Yaaay, I finally got a request done! I just put the dates in to show that the fights happened during the two days and aesthetic of the post tbh, it pleased me. Enjoy!

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Rumors [Part 2]

A/N: For anyone who was waiting, thank you so much and I’m sorry it took me so long! 🙏🙇

~ Part 1 ~

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Summary: You always knew there were some rumors spreading around the city about you but who could have thought that it will lead to so much trouble.

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 1,592

Originally posted by biaswreckerchimchim

this gif is so big but it fits so well 😂

You walked with a quicker pace than usual, this night turned out troublesome as it is and even now when you were on your doorstep you couldn’t shake off the feeling that somebody was watching you. You looked around one last time before turning the knob. Nothing. You checked for any clues inside. Everything was as it should be. Maybe you’re just becoming paranoid. You climbed up the stairs that led to the second floor and headed to your bedroom. You took your dress off, throwing it on the bed and slid the closet door open. There was a pair of eyes staring right back at you. You blinked a few times.

You were about to shout when the man quickly grabbed you, securing your arms behind your back and put his hand on your mouth.

“No no no no no, don’t misunderstand please, I swear I wasn’t peeking. I’m not a pervert,” he started explaining himself.

“Is he seriously concerned about that when he’s already got you pressed up against his body half naked,” you thought. “What the heck is he doing in your house?”

“Taehyung, what the hell are you shouting for, we should hurry up, she can come back any minute,” another man walked into the room and froze at the sight. “The fuck-?”

Great he’s not alone.

“Noo hyung, I swear it’s not what this looks like I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

“Are you an idiot? Why didn’t you knock her out if she found you!”

The man called Taehyung looked down at you with a confused expression and thought for a few moments.

“Oh shit it’s her isn’t it!? Hyung what do I do?” he started panicking.

“Could you both stop your yapping and gather your things already-“ another man came into the room. “Well damn, Taehyung, getting straight to business I see.”

Where the hell do they keep coming from? The one who just entered walked up to you.

“That’s a nasty scar you have there,”  he said tracing the scar with his fingers that started just below your left shoulder and went across your chest. You would have kicked him if the yet unnamed man hadn’t stopped him. He noticed what you tried to do though.

“Feisty, I like that,” he smirked.

“Jimin, not now we need to figure out what to do, I’m gonna make a call, don’t try anything until I come back,” and with that you have been left with the other two.

“I say we take her.”

“What?” you felt Taehyung’s grip loosen and you used this opportunity to elbow him in the stomach, once out of his grasp you grabbed for your dagger but then remembered that that idiot from before took it.

“What now?” Jimin asked you. “You’re quite outnumbered.”

You got into a fighting stance.

“Guess this will have to go the hard way,” he said pulling his gun out when something hit you hard across the head, you felt to the ground and saw Taehyung holding a baseball bat you never noticed before. Your mind was going blank but you could still hear voices.

“Where you about to shoot her? Are you crazy?”

“And you knocking her out is better how?” you heard Jimin reply before you passed out.


You woke up a few hours later and your head hurt like hell, you wanted to touch the bump on your head but then realized your arms were tied behind your back and your legs to the chair. You looked down and saw that now you were wearing an overgrown t-shirt, probably one of theirs, that’s good, you hated seeing your scar.

“I don’t understand him at first he told us to get out and then he said to take her with us,” Taehyung spoke, you rose your head and locked eyes with him.

“Well we would have taken her sooner or later but-” he stopped mid sentence when he noticed Taehyung looking at you. “Well well well, look who finally decided to wake up and here I thought Taehyung hit you too hard.”

He stood up in front of you and turned the light on above your head.

“Rock, paper, scissors who gets to do it?” he asked.

“You can go ahead, we started out on bad terms, there is no way I’m hitting her now,” Taehyung responded and you tensed up at his statement.

“No need to get scared. Yet. You see unlike a certain individual all of us are gentlemen, we even gave you something to get dressed with.”

You just rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right. Do all gentlemen knock out and then kidnap women?”

“Still have some fight in you I see. Well if we want this to go as smoothly as possible we have to establish a few rules. Number one: I ask a question - you answer, simple enough,” he smiled. “Number two: If you don’t answer, you get punished, understand?”

You looked at him, you knew he wanted an answer but you were not giving it to him.

“This was a question, you were supposed to answer but I will forgive you just this time,” he smiled clearly annoyed. “Anyway, let’s begin.”

He took a few steps back and stared at you intently, thinking where to start.

“Do you know who we are?”


“Okay, great. Do you know where you are?”


“We are doing pretty good so far, so where are the drugs?” you were caught off guard by his question.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“That’s a bad answer,” he said slapping you hard across the face. “Let me try this again so you would understand, where did you hide the drugs?”

You decided not to answer. There was no point. Even when you tell him the truth he won’t believe you, they clearly got you mixed up with someone, so you stayed silent and were rewarded with another slap. He pulled you by the hair, so your eyes would meet his.

“I forgot to mention another rule, you look at me when I speak with you,” and you smiled to him.

“Fuck you.”

“Gosh that’s so god damn sexy but rule number four, you don’t speak if you’re not asked to,” he smirked and this time hit you in the stomach. “Behave, dear.”

You were about to say that you can’t go making up new rules when you already stated them before but kept quiet instead.

“Did you want to say something, dear?” Jimin teased. “How about you hurry up and just tell me about the drugs?”

And that stupid question was seemingly asked thousands of times but you stayed silent and after a few hours he was running out of patience.

“Geez don’t you care about your looks at all because you look horrible by now. What do I have to do so you wouldn’t be so fucking stubborn? It’s getting on my nerves,” you spit out some blood and smiled at him once again, you’re not giving in when you don’t even know what the heck he’s talking about.

“I say we get this over with,” another voice spoke from the darkness. You didn’t even see there was a person there the whole time because of the bright light.

“This will make her talk,” you could now hear that the voice belonged to a man. He went to the table where Taehyung was standing and picked something up and before he could stop him, came up to you and shoved a knife through your leg. You screamed out in pain but then quickly bit down on your lip, drawing blood. You won’t cry, you won’t shout, you can’t show them any sign of weakness, you stared at your leg for a few seconds, blood coming out of it. You focused and mustered up the deadliest glare you could manage and looked up at the person who dared do this to you.

“Jungkook?” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“Y/N?” he quickly withdrew his hand away from the knife.

“Jungkook, you piece of shit, we were told many times over not to use any tools or do anything drastic when it comes to her, if we get in trouble because of you!..” Taehyung grabbed him by the collar but he was too shocked to care.

“Shit Tae, I think they know each other, take him out of here,” Jimin ordered and as soon as they were gone he kneeled down to you.

“Okay, well shit, this is going to hurt like hell,” he said grabbing the knife’s handle. If he wasn’t the person who was torturing you for information just a few minutes ago, you would have thought he was actually worried. He pulled the knife in one go and immediately started bandaging it. The blood was gushing out of it without stopping.

“Oh fuck, this is bleeding too much, he probably hit an artery or something,” but you already had trouble registering what he was saying.

“Hey hey hey, stay with me,” he said gently patting your cheek. He put his fingers on your neck and checked your pulse.

“Fuck he really did it this time but don’t you dare pass out on me, I’m going to get you some help,” he said standing up and running to the door. “Jiiiiin!” he shouted.

You watched as the last person your consciousness was still holding onto left the room. You felt weak and numb and couldn’t think anymore. You closed your eyes not knowing if you will ever open them again.

~ Part 3 ~

HIT ME - Jughead Jones x reader

We were in our break. I was reading a book because, well, I’m that kind of girl. It’s not like I’m less sociable or more shy because I read. I’m okay with almost everyone.
But Kevin and Betty were talking, Reggie was with the football team laughing, Ronnie was with her new ‘distraction’ and Archie was too distracted to maintain a conversation.
And Jughead, well we were already talking, in our peculiar way. We just needed to look at each other’s eyes. Sometimes, when someone said something stupid, I looked at him, and we both smirked.
Well, like I was saying, I was reading, sitting in the sofa nearest Jug, when I heard something that didn’t like me.
Reggie was laughing about the way Jason had died. I was going to say something, but Jughead caught my eyes and shook a little his head.
I wasn’t going to do anything, until Reggie began to say dangerous things. He was playing detectives.
“I mean, let’s think about it.” Reggie motioned everyone with a cocky smile. “If a kid of Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right?” in that moment, I tensed, a part of me knew where Reggie wanted to bring us. “No, let’s be honest. Isn’t always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic, Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid?” I discreetly looked at jughead, who tensed too, crossing his arms. This time, Jughead didn’t want to look at me. “some smug, moody, serial killer, fanboy freak” I looked at Archie, nervous Betty Kevin and Veronica didn’t even bother to look at Jug. If Reggie did something to him, I was going to kill him. “Like… Jughead!” Reggie called him turning around to face him, still laughing. I couldn’t help but clench my fists. “what was it like Suicide Squad… When you shot Jason?” I closed my book fiercely, making Veronica turn to face me.

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

“you didn’t do stuff to the body, did you?” Reggie asked and I saw jughead reach his limit of patience. “Like… After?” Reggie added and everyone laughed. I thought Jughead was going to punch Reggie. That he was going to storm away and cry like sometimes had done before, being me the only person that he let stay with him in that moment. But he just smiled sarcastically, like I always did.
That was something good. But Jughead didn’t stop there.
“It’s called necrophilia, Reggie.” Jughead correct him calmly. “can you spell it?” everyone looked surprised at Jughead, and then, they turned at Reggie, also surprised. I don’t know if Reggie tried to spell it, but he got angry and jumped over the coach.
“come here you little-!!” Reggie groaned. I saw that coming, so I stood up and put myself in front of Reggie, pulling Jughead behind me.
“don’t touch him.” I hissed holding Jughead’s hands behind my back. “I have endured enough.”
He laughed. I couldn’t blame him for that. The situation was ridiculous. Reggie Mantle was much taller than me, and I was much weaker. However, I was there, ready to hit him if it was necessary. I was sick of his constant bullying to Jughead.
“Oh gosh… You and Donny Darko?” he asked trying to reach Jughead pushing me aside.
“don’t touch her!” I heard Jughead shout, and I had time enough to pull him softly against the wall again. With my hands in his chest, I noticed the increasing speed of his heart.
“woah” Reggie laughed again. “and what happens if I touched her, Suicide Squad?” I noticed both of Jughead’s hands holding my waist against him.
“I’ll hit you” I said turning around. A large hand parted me from Jughead grabbing my arm.
“Hit me.” Reggie laughed. I didn’t think twice. I raised my fist and punched his face with all my forces. Reggie lost the balance and Jughead help me to step back with him before Reggie stood up again.
I knew that Reggie was going to hit me. When he raised his fists, Jughead moved to cover me at the same time Archie stepped in the middle trying to calm down Reggie. I guided Jughead out there and he stopped in his tracks.
“Y/n are you crazy?” he whispered worried, but we both were smiling. “he could’ve hurt you.”
“I know. But I’m tired of him.” suddenly, I noticed that his hands was still holding mines, and I blushed. “Uh… Your heart… Was beating… Very fast.” now he blushed too.
“you were too close.” he murmured looking down at our hands. “and if I hadn’t pulled you that close, Reggie would have done some to you.” I bit softly my lower lip and let my hands travel to his cheeks, attracting him to me.
I kissed him briefly and shyly.
“Thank you Jug” I said smiling and, with a smile, I walked away, letting him in the middle of the hall. With a stupid grinn in his face.
Glorious Gems of MP - The Woven History of Chanderi

The fabric of Chanderi has great tales woven into them. The name of the town itself is synonymous with the world of exquisitely hand-crafted saris. The unique warp and weft of chanderi saris are one of the best kept secrets of this town. The saris are woven out of very fine threads making them extremely lightweight and wearable all year long. And the trade of these sarees has been passed on from one generation to the other, and each member of the family makes a significant contribution to the craft.

Chanderi saris use cotton and silk for the base, and zari butis are woven using extra weft technique. It is amazing to watch each motif being created by hand, one thread at a time. The more complex designs on borders and pallu are now made by dobby and jacquard (complex cards are added to the loom). The beautiful colours (neembu-lemon, narangi-orange, tamatari-tomato) and motifs (leaves, mango, chana-peas) are all inspired by nature.

With a background in Textile Design, I was completely drawn to the painstakingly detailed process of weaving. During my graduate programme I had to make a number of table loom samples and if that was challenging for me, Chanderi weaving is a class apart in its mastery. The simplest of Chanderi sari takes at least 3 days to weave, depending on the motifs and complexity of the design. All the weavers have soft hands enabling them to work with extremely fine threads. There are about 5000 weavers working on looms in Chanderi today.

Later, I got an opportunity to meet a few master weavers and visit their homes. The little time I spent with them will remain in my memory forever. The honesty and sincerity of these talented craftsmen humbled me. I was gazing with wide eyes at the beautiful sari being made right in front of me and in that moment I gained deep respect for these guys, for it takes a colossal effort to set up the loom. With the meticulous addition of each buti (motif), I saluted them for the enormous creativity, patience, skill and sincerity required to master this process. 

Looking at my enthusiasm, one of the weavers narrated a small couplet for me:

“Sheher Chanderi Momenbada,
Tiriya Raj Khasam panihara”

“In the city of Chanderi where weavers dwell,
women rule whereas men fill water”

Master weaver Abdul Fareed, who has been in this business since the last 20 years, showed me some of his sarees. His favourite color is Gajari Pink (Carrot Pink) and favourite motif is Keri (Mango).

Spending time at the weavers’ basti, I was curious to know about the origins of these Bunkars (weavers). “How did the city of looms come to be?”, I enquired. And my guide Kalle bhai, a very erudite man told me the story of the weaver community.

It is believed that they came from the lost city of Gaur Lakhnauti - an ancient city that thrived on the India-Bangladesh border. Kalle bhai’s quest to search the origins of this ancient city led him to Bangladesh in 2011 where he discovered art, crafts and even dialect similar to that of Chanderi. He has penned his research and findings in a deeply engrossing book.  

Another highlight of Chanderi saris is the kaala tika (black spot) that each weaver puts on the sari marking its originality and more importantly to protect it from the evil’s eye - a practice common in India.

Some of the traditional designs are Masrai Dadia Sari, Do Chashmi (both sides can be worn), Daadi Dar, Baane Bar and Mehandi Bhari Haath. One master weaver has been weaving the Mehandi Bhari Haath sari since 1976. Chanderi fabrics are so precious that they are treated like a newborn baby, with utmost care. Legend has it that Chanderi was the most prized fabric of Akbar’s court. With diminishing royalty, Chanderi fabric also saw downfall in production and skilled craftsmen. When Madhav Rao Scindia I inherited the throne, he established a training centre for the weavers of Chanderi.

A centre that is making waves across the city and the country is Chanderiyaan- a cluster of weavers part of Digital Empowerment Foundation (DEF) and Media Lab Asia. It is a social entrepreneurial initiative towards sustaining livelihoods of the Chanderi weavers community. Set up in the Raja Rani Mahal where heritage seeps through each and every wall, Chanderiyaan is an opportunity for weavers to bypass the hefty network of middlemen and sell their creations directly in the global market. That’s why they call it the Digital village of Chanderi.

Designers from all over the country come to Chanderiyaan to develop their weaves and saris. It felt great to see digital empowerment allowing the craft to live long and prosper.

The looms shall be etched in my memory for years to come and the weavers shall continue to remind me of their rich heritage, pride and modesty. The exquisitely crafted saris will wrap me around in their sheer radiance. With a hope to return someday, I bade salaam and left this magnificent city.

About the artist 

Neethi Goldhawk is an independent illustrator and textile print designer who loves drawing all things dreamy, inspired by nature and life. She has illustrated for platforms like Redbull Amaphiko and Launchora. Her pen name (Goldhawk) was concocted in the crowded space of her mind full of absurd characters, who are but little children at heart. She is an avid Tumblr blogger and can be found here

By Neethi Goldhawk