making up patterns as i go along

baneismydragon  asked:

For the prompts: sorry were you sleeping, Ladrien

“Sorry.” Adrien scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Were you sleeping?”

Ladybug blinked heavy eyes at him. “Was I…huh?”

“I just, uh, I didn’t want you to fall.”

Ladybug looked down to find herself crouched against one of the large windows that made up a wall of Adrien’s room. As if becoming aware of it made it real, shooting pain ran up her legs and back from their prolonged abuse in her current position. She tried to stand quickly and lost her balance. A strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room.

“What were you doing out there?” Adrien asked, leading her to the couch. 

Ladybug sat down, sighing in relief. Her cheeks flushed pink when she processed his question. “I-I…I was checking up on you.”

“Is there an akuma?”

“No, nothing like that. Wow, I must seem like a total creep.” She dropped her face in her hands. “I worry about you a lot s-so sometimes I like to come make sure you’re okay. I guess I fell asleep watch–” Ladybug groaned in embarrassment and folded in on herself a bit.

Adrien licked his lips. “You worry about me?”

Ladybug looked up at him. “Ever since Volpina, I can’t stop seeing you dangling from the Tower.”

“That wasn’t really me.”

“I know that…but it could have been.”

Adrien took a deep breath and reached out for Ladybug’s hand. She looked up at him in surprise. “It’s really sweet that you care about the citizens of Paris so much.” He traced a finger along the dimpled material covering her palm. “No wonder you’re exhausted if you try to visit everyone you’ve ever saved.”

“I don’t,” she replied quietly, mesmerized by the pattern he was making.

“You don’t…”

“You’re the only one I visit,” she admitted.

“Oh,” he breathed. “W-why is that?”

Ladybug’s cheek reddened again. “I’m…you’re…” She stood quickly. “I should go.”

Adrien still held onto her hand. “Now? B-but maybe we can hang out!”

“Don’t you have school soon?”

“I’ll skip it.”

“I have school soon.”

He looked down. “Right. Okay.” He hadn’t let go of her hand yet. “Will you, um, will you visit me again?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes!” It was Adrien’s turn to duck his head in embarrassment and dropped her hand.

Emboldened by his declaration, Ladybug leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Until next time then.” She quickly jumped to the window sill and slung out her yo-yo.

Adrien slid down to the ground with a goofy grin on his face.

“Oh brother,” Plagg complained. “You’re going to be even worse now, aren’t you?”

Originally posted by artsypaige

So I may have gotten really excited about your prompt @baneismydragon because you are seriously one of my favorite people on tumblr! :D Hope you enjoyed the story!

If you would like me to write a short ML drabble, send me a prompt from this list and a pairing and I will get to it when I can. :)

Flirty Winks

Flirty Winks

Quicksilver x reader

Warnings: none

 prompt: Hi can you do a quicksilver image where he is really cocky and always making slightly sexual jokes and when you act on those jokes for a bit of fun he gets all nervous and shy because he has never done it before and he runs away and when you find him his mind runs away and he thinks  some naughty things and gets a hard on and you both  kinda laugh it off.

Requested by: @quicksilverstilinski01

 hope you enjoy

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The fastest man alive could run and run and always find himself next to (y/n). No matter what the occasion he was always near her flirting. So this was no different than every other time, except the fact that one sentence could mess with his mind.

“Hey beautiful are you the sun because damn…You get hotter every time I look at you.” Peter winks to his friend.

“Hmmm…are you trying to say you can’t ever look at me because the sun is so bright it burns your eyes?” (y/n) says to peter without even looking up from the homework she was doing.”

Peter blushes wrong choice in a pickup line. So he speeds off in search for someone who could figure out a better pickup line than the one he just used. So he runs off to find Scott.

“Hey scott got any really good pickup lines I could use, on (y/n) she kinda just busted the one I just used.” Peter says from behind the couch where Scott and Jean were sitting at, causing Scott to jump almost spilling his drink on his beloved girlfriend.

“Uh..Yeah sure.. How about…” Scott whispers the line in peter’s ear so jean can’t hear it.

Peter rushes back to the mutant whom he had become besties with. “Hey I’ve got a quarter wanna give me a kiss?” Peter leans in to give a kiss on her cheek only to have a hand on his face shoving him back.

Without skipping a beat (y/n) says, “Give me seventy-five more cents and I will give you a kiss.” A giant smirk plays on her lips.

Again peter’s face turns the shade of a tomato, ‘not only did she say something back she was flirting as well.’

In the eyes of everyone else it seems amusing that she was finally starting to flirt back, and it was driving him insane.

For (y/n) she just couldn’t get enough of it, it took her months to learn peters flirting pattern and some more to make up comebacks to go along with whatever he thought up. Now she was his equal.

When peter did eventually come by he was walking and held up a dollar in his hand. “So do I get that kiss now?”

“Give me the dollar and you will see.” she winks at him.

‘This is definitely worth the risk.’ “same time exchange.”

(y/n) leans in and kisses him passionately while also stealing the dollar from his hand. She turns and walks away, after she pulls back, leaving a speechless and slightly hard, speedster.

Dream Pillow to remember Prophetic Dreams

Hello lovelies! Been awhile, I wanted to give you guys this recipe/spell I created for a friend to enhance her dream memory! I know a lot of people struggle with remembering dreams, and that’s ok! I am here to try and help!

You will need some fabric and a sewing kit for starters!

Ingredients:

-Sandalwood Powder: Visionary Properties

-Peppermint: Psychic awareness and Intuition

-Hawthorne Berries: Protection of witches

-Blood Salt: To protect yourself, and have the ability to defend yourself from any negativity that may try and harm you in these dreams.

-Purple, purple, purple!: Add some purple yarn, tissue paper, or fabric on the inside to help with opening your third eye (Purple is most commonly associated with your third eye, I’ve learned:)

-Amethyst: Once again, to help with your third eye and visionary properties beyond our realm/spirit work. (If you are hoping for channeling, I would substitute amethyst with a piece of fluorite…but that’s just me:)

-Sigil(s): I created a personal sigil for this friend, stemming from, “I will remember my dreams”. I find it stronger to make your own personal sigil when making these pillows for your self.

-Sage: I always add sage for positivity, cleansing, and protection.

The pillow doesn’t have to be huge, the ones we make are relatively small, maybe 2x2 in (After sewn). I start off by folding the fabric in half, and I sew along two sides only, while the fabric is inside out (The pattern that you want on the outside needs to be on the inside so you can create a clean seam). Once both sides are done, I turn it back so the pattern or color is on the outside (I recommend purple) and start stuffing! I go in this order,

Tissue paper, sigil (folded up), Sandalwood powder, peppermint, Hawthorne berry, blood salt, Amethyst, and sage.

If you don’t have some of these items, feel free to substitute them with items you have that you personally feel would work best for you. Our correspondences may be different, and one thing that may work for me, may not work for you. Mix it up!

As I sew the pillow shut, I say the following

“May _________ see what they need to see

May _________ know what they need to know

May _________ fight what they need to fight

May this help ___________’s senses grow”

If this is for you, replace the spaces with I, and the last with my.

Then to finish off, I recommend smudging these pillows with Cedar or sage. Personally, I use this sage spray a friend of mine got me, and it does wonders!

I charge these pillows by simply sleeping with them the very first night I create them. I put them under my pillow right away and then that’s that! Its good to smudge them beforehand, or after if you have any negative dreams.

As far as the sigil goes, I do not charge the sigil in the pillow. I draw the sigil first, and put the original in a bowl with some quartz points and selenite, then I draw a second one and put that in the pillow right away. I leave the original sigil in the bowl overnight, and then add it to my collection the next day:)

I hope you all enjoyed this, please reblog to share with others, and follow/like if you wanna see more! :)

Lots of unconditional love,

-Em

Long Live - Chapter 3

Guys, i have to say your kind messages make my day. Thank you all so much for coming back and keeping up with this fic. Would you guys be interested if i uploaded an chapter schedule or not?

Summary: Virgil was everything a future prince shouldn’t be. The quiet, antisocial kid at school who was the last person anyone ever expected to be the future leader of a faraway country. Luckily, that’s what Roman was there for.

Pairing: Prinxiety 

Words: 2441

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Mystic Messenger Poolside

I lied I enjoy these because they are short. I dunno just the RFA at the pool . I’m making this up as i go along. I am desperate for warmer weather and long pool days where you can just relax, read a book, and try not to get eaten by bugs. Maybe I will do more of these this was relatively painless to write and these are cute little scenarios. I can see the appeal now.


Yoosung

  • he is the typical college male
  • a normal body, not well toned but not chubby either guy is probably self-conscious
  • he has to take out his bobby pins to go into the pool
  • has goofy patterned swim trunks with animals on them, or LOLOL themed
  • immediately jumps into the pool with no hesitation trying to make the biggest splash possible
  • if MC is laying out he splashes her for laughs
  • MC pulls him around in the water as he floats
  • MC and Yoosung attempt to climb into the same raft ending in someone being thrown off the side into the deep end
  • probably hold competitions on who can hold their breath the longest
  • hes not bad at diving off the diving board but he still manages to splash everywhere

Zen

  • the pool god himself
  • the best part is watching him peel off his shirt and reveal those chiseled abs and perfect body, and he loves knowing that probably everyone is watching him
  • he could pull off the Speedo if he really wanted to, however that for private time only, he sticks to board shorts like every other guy at the pool
  • if you ask nicely for him to be your pool boy he will gladly put on the Speedo if you wanted
  • probably uses the oil “lotion” by the pool because his body glistens in the sun
  • when you both are in the water he enjoys poking your sides and letting you float in his arms
  • but if Jumin challenges him to a duel via chicken fight you best bet you are getting on his shoulders and are going to win. there is no way he would ever forgive himself if he lost to Jumin
  • as beautiful and talented as this man is, he is a horrible diver off the diving board. He is a fumbling flopping figure dropping into the water. 
  • he enjoys a few pool beers in a raft
  • will casually swim laps as part of his workout routine when it is warmer out
  • always reassures you that you are beautiful even when you feel self-conscious. 
  • its also easier for him to just pull the string to your bikini bottoms to have you completely naked.

Jaehee

  • the one piece bikini, or tank-ini wearer 
  • MC would have to steal all her one pieces to get her to wear a two piece 
  • probably wears a huge hat by the pool
  • would rather read a book in a float than actually swim
  • will probably lose her mind if someone tried to flip her
  • hugs MC from behind in the water
  • always gets out every 2 hours to apply SPF 60 and makes sure that MC uses it to
  • MC helps Jaehee apply those hard to reach places and she returns the favor
  • the most competent and graceful diver into the pool
  • when she is alone she likes to put on her swim cap and swim a few laps when she has time

Seven

  • the one who has to put on a crap ton of sunscreen just to sit outside because redheads burn easily in the sun
  • similar to Yoosung will immediately throw himself into the water
  • his goal is to get MC wet 
  • if MC is in a float you can bet she is 100% going to get flipped
  • tries to perfect his cannon ball and measures its effectiveness by MC screaming at him for getting her wet
  • will drag MC into the pool even if she is holding onto the gate for dear life will throw her over his shoulder and drag her into the pool
  • just don’t expect to stay dry
  • when you try to get back at him by holding hands and jumping into the pool you both count to three and neither of you jump. You both laugh and attempt it again counting to three. Neither of you jump. the third time you tell yourself you are going to just push him in. You both count to three holding each others hands, and neither of you jump. You immediately charger after him and he doges your moves and your momentum takes you straight into the pool. 
  • he fell laughing so hard at MC
  • will play little games with MC in the pool
  • MC carries him around the pool when he is more calm

Jumin 

  • hes perfect too
  • SPF 60 does not want to burn in the sun and he brings out a hat to protect his face
  • helps MC apply her sunscreen and allows MC to run her hands up and down his chest and back. Not that MC is complaining
  • he spends a decent amount of time in and out of the pool and under the umbrella
  • MC catches him staring at her a lot while she is sitting on the edge of the pool
  • has a waterproof watch on that he wears around water
  • has a tumbler for wine on the go 
  • buys the best outdoor furniture, rafts, and luxuries for the pool
  • loves to hold MC in his arms and run his hands over her body
  • buys her nice bikinis he thinks will flatter her
  • she rarely wears the scantly clad ones around others but saves those for when her and Jumin are in one of those days where they cant keep their hands off of each other

V

  • hesitant to get into the water because his vision is failing him
  • it was too hot outside for him to stay indoors waiting around until his surgery date came around
  • MC held his hand as they walked into the pool from the steps
  • both let out a sigh in relief from the hot summer sun
  • MC let V feel his way around the pool and teasing him slightly by splashing him with water
  • hot dad #2 
  • this man was perfect 
  • when V was nodding off in a pool float MC grabbed his camera and snapped a few shots of him in the pool and his blue hair
  • V sound asleep started rolling off of the raft and woke himself up abruptly with cold water
  • V likes to pull MC close to his chest kissing the top of her head as his fingers trail up her back
  • V may or may not have purposely pulled her bikini top strings
  • he was lucky that he was partially blind he couldn’t see

Saeran

  • Hates the pool
  • will sit under an umbrella with his headphones in listening to his music or reading something
  • when MC comes out in her bikini hes more willing to get into the water if shes going in
  • she makes sure he keeps applying sunscreen so he doesn’t burn to a crisp
  • if his brother visits at the pool they more than likely will get into a wrestling match trying to throw one another into the pool and eventually they both will fall in.
  • probably splash each other to the death
  • he enjoys eating his ice cream and watching MC float around in the pool
  • when he does decide to get in he likes to give MC a ride on his back carrying her around the pool area 

Revision Needed

Looking back on it, I can’t really say for certain what it was like.  Something is obscuring my vision.  So it’s hard to answer when you ask me: what’s it like to have transformed so much, so fully? 

To me, yesterday is just like today.  Is just like the day before.  Is just like the day before.  There’s something in the way, when I look back.  Kind of like driving a car with no rearview mirror.  All that I can see is straight ahead - if I’m lucky, maybe a little off to the sides, but my attention is through the windshield.  I live in the moment. 

Every once in awhile, a billboard goes by, boasting glimpses of the future.  I see a muscleman, sometimes wearing nothing, prominent and strong, on that flat white surface.  His gaze is slightly blurry, a little foggy.  He is looking at something without quite looking at it.  Through it, maybe.  But one thing is for certain, is as opaque as paint, he is a muscleman.  Another billboard has the same muscleman.  He is closer now, there is more focus on his abs, his pecs.  I can see, if I look hard enough, the glistening of sweat, hard, work-earned sweat, on his skin.

But, like anything else along the roadway, attention must be paid to the road going forward, and those flashes from the future occur mostly on a subliminal level, something glimpsed just out of the corner of my eye - yet the full depth of that imprint is unknown to me. 

The radio is on.  That, too, is something I perceive out of the sides of my ears.  It trickles in, carried on a stream of music that tickles my memory patterns, slides up them, and then latches on tightly.  It is so easy to sort of hum along with the words, even though I do not know or remember what they are.  Just another thing you do, when you’re driving down a long highway and just sort of go on cruise control.

It’s difficult in this life to make changes without someone noticing.  And now, in these times, there are so many more of us in the world, and we stand all just a little bit closer together than we used to.  It is difficult, now, to do anything that someone can’t see.  Eyes flicker over your face, your body, what you choose to wear, what you might be looking at.  What you believe you choose to look at.  How you believe you prefer to speak, even down to the reasons why you choose to believe how you prefer to speak.  Is what you do one-hundred percent your choice?

This is the lip of the rabbit hole.  You can see the dark, quivering down the chute.  You bend in a little closer to see it more clearly.  You think you are careful not to bend too far, to fall in.  You promise yourself as if in a dream that you won’t fall in, and then you fall in, and you fall fast, hard, nearly at warp speed, can feel the wind rushing by your face,

And then it all stops.   Someone is reassuring you, someone is whispering closely into your ear, a voice that’s half-hidden by the shifting shadows.  You can feel the warm, wet pressure in the curves of your ear, and for some reason, focusing on that obscures the words - everything but the reassuring tone.  Muscles unknit, panic unwinds.  You even smile a little bit.

I digress.  You ask me: what’s it like, to transform?  To become so fully something other?  I cannot help but to answer that it is like looking two ways into a one-way mirror.  I cannot see my reflection, but I know that you can.  And you can.  And he can.  One of me looks one way, the other of me looks another. 

I do different things now.  I spend what time I have differently - which means I choose differently.  Or I believe differently how I choose.  And when I choose, I am reassured that I am making the right choice.  I do the things that feel right, that feel like warm pressure in my brain when I do them.  I may choose pink socks today.  Bright, pink socks.  I have been seen looking at them.  That guy on the subway.  That guy in the ad, the athlete in shorts shorter than I’m used to, in the sneakers I got just yesterday.  I have been seen looking, and my eyes look where they are told to see.

And every time I look different, I see different.   If I keep looking, the more changes I see.  Which means the more changes you see.  I might choose to drive to the gym.  I might choose shorts shorter than I’m used to, to show off my muscles, because it’s leg day.  That’s why I chose them.  Those are the reasons.

I see myself in the mirror.  In the sneakers I got yesterday, and in the shorts shorter than I’m used to.  In a tank top that’s brighter, just slightly, than I’m used to.  And the me I see is the me I am, and the me I will be stares back.

anonymous asked:

hello. Sorry, my english is no good. I love your blog and your gif sets. I have question. Why does sam think dean does not trust/believe in him? he keep say that dean no trust him. but dean trust sam to stop drinking demon blood, trust sam when sam said he did stop, trust ruby when sam said she help him. he trust sam to control Lucifer, he trust sam when he was soulless, he trust sam to do the trials. but i never see sam trust dean. the same with castiel. they no trust dean. but dean trust them.

Hello, anon. Your english is great. Thanks for the question. I think usually when Sam is saying he wants Dean to trust him what he actually means is “please do what I want you to do just because I want you to do it.” It’s a way for Sam to hopefully get Dean to do what he wants. It’s a pattern they’ve set up since childhood (and made worse because of the pseudo parent thing), the little brother trying to get his big brother to let him do what he wants to do. We saw a little bit of a peek of this in 11.08, when Sam is trying to convince Dean he can hunt (after Sam learns John said no when Dean asked):

And we see them as adults (with no John to intervene) that Dean is pretty susceptible to going along with Sam, like in your examples. We see too when they’re younger and there’s no John, Dean is also susceptible. When Sam wants to know if Monsters are real in 3.08, Dean gives in:

I mean, you can see from this exchange that Sam is pretty damn stubborn for an eight year old ( I think he’s eight) and you can see Dean’s brain working over and how he’s thinking that he’s gonna catch hell if John finds out and yet he gives in anyway. So yeah, these patterns are pretty well established before they’re even adults. So, they have a pattern of Sam asking to be trusted and Dean giving in. And I think you’re right that it doesn’t happen nearly as often the other way, which actually makes sense because Dean has been Sam’s pseudo parent and there wasn’t a need growing up for Dean to ask Sam to trust him or for Sam to give in to things like the above. And that’s why it happens less where Dean says please trust me. He tends more toward telling rather than asking, another pattern left over from childhood. Plus, a lot of Dean’s ‘trust’ is built on not wanting to be abandoned by people, including Sam and Cas so he’ll go along rather than risk losing them (s12 is a huge example of this, all season long). And Sam’s never really had that issue until later in their lives, a fear of losing Dean and that’s mostly a fear of him dying rather than leaving. 

That said, there are times when Sam does trust Dean, like after the demon cure and Dean really wants to work and be busy and Sam is wary

He’s wary but he goes along anyway (he’s also probably so damn glad to have Dean back). And it’s a bit of a role reversal, and it doesn’t happen a lot, you’re right. There are also instances where Dean doesn’t trust Cas, and that’s what all of s6 is about. There’s a lot more push back when it comes to Cas, since Cas and Dean don’t have their past childhood establishing their patterns. What I actually see with Cas is Dean not necessarily always trusting Cas, but he does always give him more chances every time he fucks up. Same as he does with Sam, but I think that’s more of an abandonment issue. As for Cas trusting Dean, there have been examples of that as well, just recently in 12.19 when Cas agreed to talk things out back at the bunker (although that went awry when Kelley stole the car with him in it but he did trust Dean that they could work things out).

I think the bigger issue with Cas is not that he doesn’t trust Dean, but that he’s an angel who’s been around since creation and angels sort of seem to have this built in idea that they know better than humans. Cas isn’t blatant about it in later seasons (or mean) like the others are, but it’s still there, this idea that his job is to take care of Dean (and Sam et al). I was really happy, in fact, when Dean told Cas he’s not their babysitter because that’s an issue that needs to be addressed.

The dynamics going on here are fascinating. They’re not always very helpful for things like trust but I think they make sense. And I hope these are issues that are going to be addressed as they go forward. I think they’re starting to be. After all, we had Dean telling Cas straight out he’s not the babysitter and Sam trusting Dean to take care of Mary while Dean trusted Sam to take care of the BMOL. So, hopefully we’ll see more of this and everyone will be on a more equal footing

So I think I have the interlace worked out to make this nearly connect up right? It takes 5 circles for the core, 7 for the structure of a repeat to show, and they’re laced as a four-ring around the center and a three-ring (past, present, future) along what’s going to be the repeat axis. (About half gets chopped off the non repeat axis to make the fill but I had to have the whole circle in place to work out the lacing.) Got started on the void patterning, looked at the clock, said oh bugger there is work to be done tomorrow…. anyway, progress towards a literal linear circle embroidery pattern for @deadcatwithaflamethrower and @jabberwockypie? More in a couple days? :)

part 7 - love bunnies (a dream daddy fic)

7:40 p.m. it’s the night before the neighborhood party. joseph and i spent our free time during the past week spreading word of the event and advertising it in the local shops. yesterday i stopped by mary’s new apartment to check it out and help her with the decorations. she seemed to be doing just fine—spectacular, in fact. she made an extra amount just in case! i guess she really can be trusted to handle a large task.

I decide to spend time outside for once, since the weather is so suitable for such an endeavor. I bring a cup of hot tea and a word jumble packet out onto my front porch and sit down. The cool autumn air chills my skin, yet comforts me at the same time. I set my things down and run back inside to quickly grab a light sweater. I start unscrambling.

As I get caught on this one particularly difficult jumble, “randeetmne”, I hear my phone wildly buzzing from inside. I feel stumped, so I decide to give it a break and investigate the ruckus. Text messages jump onto my phone screen with rapid succession.

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anonymous asked:

dude, how do you know so much stuff?? like, reading your fic, it's evident you have a huge range of general knowledge – you drop facts about nutrition, chemistry, physics, botany, psychology, geology…are they all just things you've learnt unintentionally over the course of your life? do you do specific research? sorry if this is weird ask, i just find the breadth of your knowledge really impressive haha. (also, your writing is amazing, thankyou for sharing it with us <3)

alkjfdsafsa <3

It’s…a few things. It’s that I have an okay mind for science (it was where my career was supposed to be, except dyscalculia (number dyslexia) made the foundationals almost impossible for me at the time). Like, I just have a good mind for remembering things. I taught myself to read via scientific encyclopedias just as much as I did fiction. I remember being fascinated by On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin at the age of 9, and reading that in the library at lunch with a dictionary next to me.

It’s that I do research for things. Anything science-based usually comes from knowledge I already have. Anything architecture / furniture / etc. based comes from researching as I need. Some of it’s leftover from other stories, I read about 5 tomes on volcanology for a hard science fiction series I never ended up writing. As a result, I have a lot of useless information about volcanoes waiting up my sleeve, along with general geology, because I was trying to construct new planetary systems and I needed to figure out things like where did the sand come from if beaches couldn’t exist due to weather patterns etc. (answer, deep sea mining, making it an incredibly lucrative but dangerous career choice). Ditto knowing too much about the uses of bagasse and bagassosis (byproducts of farming sugar cane that can be used for a whole bevy of things) for a short Solarpunk story I was going to write and never ended up writing, and can now talk to sugar cane producers like I actually know something about it.

(You only need to dig a little deeper to realise I don’t, lol, but I have accidentally fooled people in their chosen professions into thinking that I was also a member of their chosen profession before! The surgeon who removed my tumour at the age of 18 was convinced I was pre-med, because of my ability to grasp the jargon / what he was talking about. Idk, I honestly didn’t think I was doing anything except learning and retaining that information. Glen gets this too, incidentally, the dude I live with - he often gets mistaken for being an academic economist. He is not any kind of economist except an enthusiastic armchair one.)

I read a lot of non-fiction, I enjoy reading books about biology the most? Like I just acquired a new book on the octopus brain that I’m really looking forward to. Some of what I read is like ‘pop science’ and some of it is academic science heavy on the references, and some of it is niche science like my weird art-science book on the spider web and only the spider web (it’s amazing), it mostly just depends on what I feel like. I once took out over 50 books in the library on many of the elements found in the periodic table, including three individual books on Iron and then Platinum. That was also research for that hard science fiction universe, but in the end it was also just because I found it interesting. And then I took notes. Which is a leftover habit from my university days (I did media, I’m too dumb to do any of the hard sciences academically, having a good memory is not being good at hard science), but helps with knowledge retention.

So I just seem to have a pretty okay mind for retaining some of that knowledge. I’m a bit of an autodidact, and if I want to know more about something, I just look it up. I’m that person in a conversation where someone goes ‘oh, well, I don’t really know how that things works so,’ and then I just look it up right there. I’m sure it’s very annoying. Mostly I also have a good mind for words. If someone tells me a paraganglioma is a rare type of tumour found primarily in the head/neck etc. I will never forget that word or how to pronounce or spell it, or that bit of information about it. It didn’t occur to me other people might struggle with that, until later.

But damn does it ever come in handy for writing. :D (Virtually useless for everything else though, lol).

Baby Bear - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Baby Bear - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words - 2190

Warnings - Biting, Sub!Bucky, Sex Toys, Pet Play, Vibrators.



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i dont think i mentioned it yet but my girlfriend got fired a few days ago and were really panicking about paying bills and stuff until she can find another job so I might be opening plushie commisions soon, i can alter free patterns online or draft my own to make basically any non-humanoid plushie you want for between $10-$20 not including shipping, or humanoid for $30+ depending on complexity, i also like to make tiny stringdolls as a free gift to go along w them! i dont have any pictures of stuff ive made on hand, but i can find some if ur interested!

you can also just donate if u want i dont have a button right now but ill put one up soon

This, I Promise You : A Bughead Fanfiction - Chapter One

Jughead

 Steps. Light, pattering footsteps up the carpeted staircase.

When I was twelve, I realised I could identify which member of my family was coming upstairs based solely on their footsteps. Jellybean’s were sporadic - clumped together and loud with long pauses if she got distracted by a scuff on the wall or something left atop the landing. Dad’s were heavy, sometimes you could hear him stumbling. Each stair would creak after he stepped.

Mom’s were soft and quicker, not unlike Betty Cooper’s.

“Jug?”

And that’s all it takes - I’m out of my bed, cramming my hat over my hair before I can even think. She opens the door when I have a leg out of the window and her face drains of colour.

“Jug! What the hell are you doing?”

I think she thinks I’m going to jump.


Betty

For a fleeting, stomach-curdling moment, I think he’s trying to kill himself.

And then my eyes flit to his closet, and there’s a single clothes hanger on the door. His bag is on his bag, fit-to-burst.

My stomach sinks.

“What are you doing?” I can hear my voice wavering and I hate it. I hate this.

He tilts away from me, veering all too close to the window ledge, and drops his bag out. I watch it slide down the slope of the roof and get caught in the gutter where it hangs precariously.

“I’m fine, Bets,” his voice is shaking too, I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. “I just needed to get out.”
“Get out to go see the Serpents, no doubt.”

“It’s not like that-”
“Then what is it like, Jughead?” I ask, flinging my jacket down on his bed; the sheets are pulled straight, he hasn’t touched it since he got here, weeks ago.

I watch his shoulders rise and fall as we wait in silence. Part of me wants to run and pull him off that god forsaken ledge and into my arms. I want to drag him home and make him sleep and eat properly.

But instead, I stand in silence, watching him breathe.

“We need to talk,” he mumbles.

“Yeah,” I snap, “We do.”

He slides over along the window ledge, making room for me. I haul myself up using the curtain rail. We’re on top of the world - or Jughead’s foster parent’s house, at least. The whole of the South Side watches us in the dusk.

We’re too close together for arguing, and I think Jug realises, because he drops a few metres so he’s sat on the roof. His boot nudges his bag, and it falls the rest of the way down to the ground.

“How’s Polly?”

“She’s fine.”

“And Archie? And Veronica?”

“You’d know if you bothered to visit us,” I mutter.

He looks up at me.

His eyes are red.

And I can’t hold a grudge.


Jughead

She slides down onto the roof with me, and I try not to look at her - scrubbing at my eyes.

“I’m sorry…”

“You’re right,” I interrupt, “I just never know when the time’s right.”

“Juggie, you can come see us whenever.”

I shrug, dragging my foot along the roof, making patterns in the dirt.

“They want to meet you,” I say, “The serpents- they want to meet you.”

She recoils, staring at me in horror.

“You told them about-”

“No,” I cut her off, “of course I didn’t.”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“No,” I touch her right palm as an afterthought, “I’d never.”

She breathes a sigh of relief, closing her hand around mine.

It starts to rain. I don’t think Betty notices.

“Why do they want to meet me?” she asks.

“I don’t know. You don’t have to.”

It’s her turn to shrug, as she shifts to face me; and her eyes are full of a concern I’ve grown to know so well over the past six months.

“Don’t go out tonight,” she says, “Please, Juggie. Stay here - or come to mine, or…” she stops herself from talking sharpish - and I wonder if she was going to say what I thought she was.

I look down to the ground; my rucksack’s open just a little - I can see the leather of my jacket. Betty cups my face and tilts it towards her.

“Don’t think about them tonight. You need to eat, and sleep.”

I nod, because I do. I don’t think I’ve slept properly since we saw Clifford Blossom shoot his son.

I smile weakly.

“I’ll stay.”

anonymous asked:

How did you get the correct measurements for your Lance cosplay? Because I want to do the same paladin uniform for Keith but I've never made a custom pattern before. How hard is it to do?

oh man.   I’m EXTREMELY trial and error with my measuring and cutting things out. 

constantly just keep up reference images when you are working. my screen literally looks like this every time I work 

and MEASURE EVERYTHING. The red lines below are about the places I measured 

Measure everything twice! (you NEED a fabric tape measure to do this. not a hard ruler) then take tissue paper or newspaper and draw out the basic shapes.  Then what I do is I just hold it up to my body and look in the mirror to see if it looks right (it might look off because its flimsy paper but its better than nothing)  Then maybe cut out a few more shapes and tape them together to see if it all looks right before you cut into your foam. 
cutting into the foam, cut a little bigger than you planned because its easier to cut excess off than accidentally cutting it too small and needing to start over again. 

If I’m going to be honest.  This is really fucking hard.   I’ve worked with foam before when making Edward Elric’s automail arm so I know a little of what to use and expect out of the foam. Along with the fact I’ve made my own patterns before and know how things fit on my own body really well makes it a little easier for myself but I can’t say for others. It could be extremely challenging.  

again, I recommend Evil Ted tutorials to help you and don’t be afraid to look up other tutorials on youtube for pattern making or anything you can think of. The internet is an awesome resource. USE IT!  And good luck with your cosplay!!!  

Hooray for more Tony imagines! (That gif just kills me). This was inspired by an imagine I saw about an ice-skating date between the reader and Tony Stark so I pounced on the opportunity. This is Part 2 to Bedtime Stories (as originally requested by bitch-queen-of-hell) and I struggled at first to find a direction for the plot. However after re-reading the first part, I figured I’d play on the whole “I want to wake up next to you” thingy which is just adorable. This second part was requested by nerd-kat–hell-yes. Enjoy my darlings!

Prompt:  I NEED a part two to Bedtime Stories. PLEASE.

“Bedtime Stories” (Part 2)

Part 1

“What do you think?” You asked, smoothing out the material and brushing away a piece of excess fluff. Over the top of a pair of leggings you were wearing a ¾ length, royal blue woollen dress that was a hand-me-down from your mother. A silver pattern was stitched along the collar and down the sleeves. It usually only came out at Christmas time but given your date tonight, you had deemed it appropriate. Tony was looking at you with soft eyes but said nothing.
“What?” You asked, turning around and trying to look at the back of your dress. Was it dirty and you hadn’t realised?
“Nothing.” Tony assured you, stepping forward and taking your hands to stop you spinning around – watching you was going to make him dizzy.
“I was just thinking how much better it would look balled up on my bedroom floor.” The billionaire chuckled and you shoved him playfully.

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NSFW version tho: He has you sit on the bed as to 'be comfortable since it might take a while.' He's delicate & tries a few different knots before he tries a more complex one. It ends up with a pattern going along your back, keeping your knees bent & spread some, as well as your hands above your head (this one he used the headboard to help some) all the sudden he's on top of you, nuzzling into your neck, "You look wonderful tied like this. Makes me want to ravish you in every way possible." -🥀

(On my phone now so I can’t do the read more lines. This is very light on the content so it’s all good)

*melted puddle on the floor*
The feeling of his fingers brushing against your skin as he’s been tying the knots has been a tease in itself. So for him to nuzzle you and say that, oh damn, you’re just a mess.

Dark Phoenix Inspired Ballgown Part 1: Making a petticoat

Hey Everybody! I want to do a write up of how I made my Dark Phoenix inspired ballgown! I’m going to start with a write up of how I made the petticoat for my ball gown. I am by no means an expert and I totally made this up as I went along but here’s how I made the petticoat. 

I used Simplicity Pattern 4269 as the base for this dress and the petticoats

BUT I ended up ignoring most of the petticoat instructions and making up my own thing because they a). Made no sense and B). Didn’t fit over my hoop skirt so I couldn’t really use them. 

Materials:
     - Base fabric (I used a white lining from Joanns)
     - Tulle (Lots and lots of tulle)
     - Bias tape
     - Elastic

Step 1: Here I followed the petticoat instructions and made a large white skirt. This Skirt didn’t actually fit over my hoop skirt (Which is a three hoop hoop skirt I bought off of Amazon a really long time ago) and I needed it to fit right so I ended up installing ten inch tall godets on all the seams of the underskirt and then hemming it. This did end up giving me enough room to work with but is a pretty inelegant solution. I was running out of fabric but if I had more I simply would have made more panels in the skirt. 

Step 2: Next I made giant ruffles for each level of the hoop skirt. These ruffles were gathered down to the circumference of each hoop. The way I did it was to make a bunch of individual panels that were about ten inches long and sew them together into a giant strip. (I did it so there were four inches of strip for every one inch of hoop length). That strip gets sewn into one giant loop, hemmed, and then gathered down to the right length. Something I did to hold the gathered loops in the right length/degree of poof was to sandwich the gathered edge in a piece of bias tape. The picture below shows the hemmed and gathered tulle strips pinned on to the base skirt.

Step 3: Make a skirt out of tulle like how you did the base skirt. This was something that was included in the pattern for the petticoat and I think it helped to smooth down the overall appearance of the petticoat as well as add a little more volume. 

Step 4: Attach everything to an elastic waistband (I used three inch wide elastic) by gathering down the tulle skirt and the ruffled skirt to fit that waistband. The right layer order is the hoop skirt, then the ruffled skirt, then the tulle skirt (keeping in mind that the ruffled layer and the tulle layer are made as one piece). 

The first of the next two images is just a sample skirt on top of only the hoopskirt layer. It has much more volume than if it was alone but it really isn’t the right silhouette for this project. The second image is me wth that sample skirt and the hoopskirt and petticoat on and the silhouette is much much better overall. 

And that’s how you do a simple petticoat to be worn over a hoop skirt for all your princess dress needs!