anonymous asked:

An advice for a fat giarl who likes wearing colorful clothes?


Look, I spent some YEARS wearing black or dark colors because in the shops for curvier girls I didn’t have many other options (and don’t even let me start about how much depressed old lady style those clothes were!).
But now, things are changed! They’re not perfect, but they are surely better. Now we have cute stuff to wear, colorful one, we have short trousers and crop tops, we have horizontal patterns and bikini. We have choices! 

Wear whatever you feel comfortable in, dear! The only person you have to make happy with your wardrobe’s choice is you.

Thanks for writing!

Vogue released its March 2017 cover on Wednesday, and it’s gorgeous. The photo features seven top models: Liu Wen, Ashley Graham, Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, Imaan Hammam, Adwoa Aboah, and Vittoria Ceretti (from left to right). Although the women are all very different looking, they are styled nearly identically with black turtlenecks, patterned bikini bottoms, and simple, fresh faces. 

That’s what makes the one problematic incongruity among the cover stars stand out.

To other guys still struggling to quit a pornography/masturbation addiction: pay close attention to the more socially-accepted media you’re consuming. A major unexpected cost I had to pay is that I’ve stopped watching a lot of anime (that aren’t even ecchi) and stopped looking at a lot of genuinely good fan-art, black-listed some things on Tumblr, because it was still presenting me with images of very attractive women (some unrealistically-so) in outfits that leave little or nothing to the imagination. Heck, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann is a work of art that changed my life, but I wouldn’t feel right ever watching it again because of freaking Yoko with her flame-pattern bikini and short-shorts, especially with all those poses and everyone’s constant innuendos. I can’t follow Fairy Tail anymore, despite it being full of awesome, suspenseful action because almost every female character has a really busty figure and flaunts it constantly.

Just don’t let your guard down, okay? I didn’t really start succeeding until I really started starving my sex drive of things to generate the wrong kinds of thoughts from. It’ll take some sacrifices, but they’re small compared to what you have to gain from beating your addiction.

bisexual-yamaguchi  asked:

Hey fabrickind! I wanna cosplay panty anarchy from panty and stocking with garter belt but I can't find any tutorials on how I can make her angel outfit, do you think you can help me out, please?

Hello there!

I found this breakdown of her outfit that you may find useful, though you may need to translate it into English. Keep in mind that you may not be able to find tutorials for the exact items you want, but that you can often find tutorials or patterns for similar items that can be modified or adapted into what you are looking for.

To me this looks like a draped top and layers of circle skirts with some draped detail at the waist. If you can’t find gladiator sandals like hers for purchase, you can create the straps out of ribbon (if you have fewer sewing skills) or out of strips of pleather or spandex that you sew into place. Here’s a leg strap tutorial

For the skirts, you can layer circle skirts that have been stiffened with horsehair braid, or you can create a very ruffly skirt like this one (though you’ll need to change the shape at the bottom slightly so it sticks out more). I’d use double circle skirts or even triple. It’s ambiguous here if the waist is gathered or if it’s just a LOT of material that’s forcing the ripples, so you can either create two or three circle skirts the same as your waist measurement and gather them down to fit, or you can divide your waist by two or three so that the waist is fitted. (I’d go with layers of gathered triple circle skirts myself, but I like a lot of poof.) The waist detailing appears to be a rectangle of fabric that has been pinched up into gathers and likely would attach with hooks and eyes or pins to the skirt, underneath the hearts. 

Here’s a tutorial on the hearts. The link itself is sadly broken, but the image should give you an idea of what they did. You can also cast them in resin, or shape them from clay (I’d use a mold if doing clay so that you have even sizes and shapes).

For the top, if you can find this pattern or one similar, something like view A would be nearly perfect. You can also modify a pattern for an empire waist draped dress with a halter neck (just don’t make anything below the underbust seam), or use another halter bikini top pattern. (In the US at least, we’re getting into both prom and swimwear seasons, so these types of patterns might be a little easier to find.) Make sure that your pattern doesn’t have too low of a V in front, and that it has a wider band than just a string tie. Those are going to be the most important design details here.

Check out our wings section for wing tutorials.

I hope that helps! Good luck :]

Fabrickind / Q&A Staff

anonymous asked:

I absolutely adore your TodoMomo fics! ;_; Thank you so much for writing them! If there's a jealous Izuku, how about a fic starring a jealous Todoroki next? ><

Note: Thanks! To celebrate the blog reaching 800+ followers, I made this one longer than usual. Comedic and light hearted; Enjoy! 

In which Todoroki and Yaoyorozu go to a photoshoot

It’s been 3 hours. The gel was trickling down her neck. His too, actually. The heat of the salon lights bounced off the sweat protruding from every pore of his face and he decided then that this could be a form of torture. He would never agree to it again; but the way her eyes begged and pleaded sucked the soul out of him. Ugh. He just couldn’t refuse.

Todoroki turned his head to face his partner in crime as requested by his so-called “experienced” stylist.

“Thanks for helping out,” Yaoyorozu said. She was sitting across from him with another crew of stylists and advisors around her, and she closed her eyes as another mist of holding spray was applied on her silky, black locks.

“When they asked me to bring a guy to do the ad with me, the first person I thought of was you.”

Todoroki winced as his stylist accidentally poked him too hard with the comb for the tenth time that hour. He was starting to think this stylist had something against him.

“No problem,” he answered, trying to hide his discomfort and he heard a hearty laugh from afar, “Kaminari, I can hear you.”

The blond spectator held his palm against his mouth, and Yaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“Let me enlighten you,” Yaoyorozu rose a finger in the air like she was a tenured professor. This was her element.

“Heroes have to appeal to the public by any means necessary. So although Todoroki and I may look silly right now, this is just part of our growth as young heroes.” She saw Kaminari’s stoic expression and continued, “I learnt this during my internship with Ms.Uwabami.”

Kaminari quickly nodded to placate the girl. Never underestimate Yaoyorozu’s power to educate.

“Sorry, you look great Yaomomo. I was just laughing at Todoroki.”

Jirou, lying low, angled and positioned her phone in front of her face. With a final decision to move one inch to her left, she steadied her hand.

“Smile! Wait, Todoroki can you smile a little wider. No, smile like you mean it. Okay, that’s perfect!” Jirou’s phone flashed and she went on, “As per Ashido’s orders, I am to take as many pictures of the backstage process as possible. She’s probably crying right now in her supplementary class.”

Yaoyorozu gave a winsome smile, one that Todoroki was sure would have earned her an academy award if she were an actress, and gazed upon her own reflection to examine her appearance. She seemed impressed. Within a brief moment, the stylists told them to get into the dingy little studio with cameras and flimsy backdrops set up by anything but their own accord.

“Okay we’ll be watching from here!” Kaminari called out, moving over to the side,“and uhh, Jirou’s gonna be our own little ‘camerawoman’.” He scratched imaginary apostrophes above him for emphasis.

Todoroki was actually, for once, doubting himself.

“We’re gonna start with Ms.Yaoyorozu’s solo shots,” the camera man said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “Mr.Todoroki please observe from the side.”

Todoroki complied and crossed his arms, moving himself over to Kaminari’s right. He felt like one of the audience in a show and found himself astonished at Yaoyorozu’s professional demeanor. True, she was in her element when she was teaching and fighting crime, but Todoroki had to confess, modelling might also be her calling.

Yaoyorozu sat gracefully with her legs extended in front of her on sand that was too yellow to be real, beside a beach ball. She was wearing a black bikini, no patterns, just a bunch of straps that was supposed to ‘hide’ her creamy skin. To add onto the sultriness of the photo, the staff sprayed some water on her chest and limbs to portray a ‘hey look I just came out of the water’ type of image. Her hair was down and she was holding a bottle of shampoo, levelled with her face; with every move of the camera, her slightly poised head would follow with a radiant smile brighter than the flash itself.

“Excellent,” the cameraman muttered with every click of his skillful finger. “Ms.Yaoyorozu let’s do one where you’re laying down on your stomach, looking into the camera.”

Jirou froze, “Hey isn’t that a little too…” And she blushed. Her new position made Todoroki’s blood boil in places it shouldn’t be. Were they advertising the shampoo or Yaoyorozu?

“Great!” The cameraman cried after a few shots, not willing to waste another second, “Okay now Mr.Todoroki could you please come and join her?”

Todoroki glued his fingers together like a glove and slid them down. Wait, where the hell were the pockets. He sighed. He totally forgot he was wearing these thin, red swim shorts with an airy shirt that looked like it came out of a gaudy 1980’s closet.

“Hey, shouldn’t Todoroki be shirtless? I mean, they’re supposed to be at a beach right,” Kaminari suggested, eyes looking heavenward as if he was thinking. God, Kaminari do you ever not cause me trouble, Todoroki thought. The cameraman looked hesitant.

“Well, Mr.Todoroki isn’t really supposed to be the focus of the shot-“

“Trust me, he has great abs,” Kaminari interjected, looking unnecessarily proud and patted his friend’s shoulder. Todoroki turned over and took a deep breath without saying a word. Someone control this idiot or he will take a blow to the stomach, slung over my knee in Satan’s presence.

The cameraman was convinced right away, “Mr.Todoroki, hurry, take off your shirt and both of you…” He placed a finger on his chin in thought, “lean against each other, back to back, and tilt your heads down.”

Todoroki looked visibly annoyed and unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing it carelessly somewhere beside him, he noticed at the side of his scope of vision that two female staff were ogling at him. He took them in stride and was quick to sit beside Yaoyorozu, who was waiting for him patiently.

The two did as they were told, albeit unfamiliar with the immense skin-to-skin contact.

“Sorry, we’re sorta touching,” Yaoyorozu said, peeking through her eyelashes. Her eyes were downcast upon her fingers below, giving the boy next to him a clear view of her chest and Todoroki whipped his head around to evade that image from branding into his mind.

“You chose me to help with this because you’re comfortable with me right?” Todoroki commented and pressed his back harder on hers. He saw the lens of the camera zoom and rushed to add, “Don’t worry, the shot will turn out great.”


The next week was a total nightmare for some, but heaven for others. Especially Mineta.

“Oh my gosh,” Ashido squealed, flailing about, “You two are on fire! Look at the bulletin board at the lobby!” She landed her hands on Yaoyorozu’s desk, staring at the other girl, and continued, “Well I should say, there’s only one picture of both of you there, and the others were mainly just you, but still!”

The acid heroine’s excitement was superfluous and on the side, Mineta was engrossed with the screen of his phone, looking like he was having a field day. Jirou peered over his lumpy purple head and saw what appeared to be snapshots of Yaoyorozu’s ad as the wallpaper on his phone. She gagged.

On the other side of the school, Todoroki and a few others observed as hormone-filled, puberty-ridden guys surrounded the bulletin board with mouths drooling. The fire and ice hero was undoubtedly fending off fangirls of his own that morning, but Yaoyorozu’s solo advertisements were magnetizing crowds beyond his scope of understanding. Why UA decided to have these on full display was questionable.

“Midoriya, let’s eat lunch here today,” Todoroki uttered. The melon bread was slowly being punctured out of its misery in his grasp.

“Why? I thought we were just passing by to check out your shots, well more like Yaoyorozu’s shots.”

“I don’t know, I just think this would be a good spot.”

Resembling a human coagulation of darkness, Tokoyami shook his head, “Todoroki, there’s a whole assembly of people here. How is this a good spot.”

Todoroki didn’t take his question into account, and promptly sat down across from the bulletin board, chewing his food slowly. Kirishima shrugged and followed suit.

“Does it have something to do with Yaomomo’s posters?” Kaminari asked, lowering himself beside the Red Riot hero and followed Todoroki’s seemingly point blank gaze. Todoroki gritted his teeth whenever someone took their phones out to record their own Yaoyorozu memorabilia and gulped down the last bit of his bread.

“Wow, you ate so fast,” Kirishima noted as he scooped a pile of rice into his mouth and Todoroki mumbled an incoherent response. One particularly suspicious-looking boy started to pluck out the pins out of one of the posters in succession. His eyes reflected an accumulation of inconceivable lust and Todoroki jetted off his spot as if to lunge at him. His friends’ mouths were wide open, except for Tokoyami who acted like he predicted this, when the normally rational Todoroki pressed his hand hard against the dangling poster.

“You’re not allowed to take this,” his voice was serious but didn’t stop the boy from pulling.

“But there are so many anyways,” the boy commented casually, “Who’s to know? Plus this one is my favourite, look at how great her –”

Todoroki further deepened his voice and lifted his head,“ The posters are here for…educational purposes only.” He knew that was a long shot, but went on, “It’s called stealing. If you don’t put those pins back, I will physically make you.”

“Okay, why don’t you try?”

The crowd began to bustle, but no one had the nerves to step between them.

Kaminari exhaled and went to the commotion, “Hey, if you don’t put it back. I’ll let Aizawa sensei know and he’ll deal with you.” The boy swallowed hard at that. This first-year probably had his ass kicked by Aizawa once, by the looks of it.

“Uh…fine!” The little thief stuttered, “But…But—“

“Just get lost,” Todoroki spewed, eyes glaring indiscriminately, and the crowd began to disband.

Kaminari scoffed, “I just saved that kid from having frostbitten toes, didn’t I. Gotta give it to him though, what a brave soul to dare talk to you like this.”

The boy’s previously anger-plagued eyes softened, “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me. Just a sense of justice, probably.”

“Sure, justice,” Kirishima slogged over, a piece of rice stuck on the edge of his chin, “I feel like it’s more of another word that starts with a ‘j’…mmm…what could it be?”

“Jealousy?” Kaminari teased and they both chuckled. 

“Oh man, he’s not even denying it!” 

“Should we go now, or does Todoroki here wanna continue playing tower defense?” Tokoyami joined.

“Good one,” Kirishima high-fived the birdman as the latter did a lopsided grin. These guys were deadly when they’re together. Midoriya stifled a laugh too, but did not chime in, watching as Todoroki turned his back to them without even a hint of protest.


“That…that happened?!” Yaoyorozu covered her face in embarrassment when Kirishima and Kaminari re-enacted the whole scene for her.

“Yeah and he was all like ‘oh my god I’ll kick you until you cried for your mommy’ and he looked so pissed, he had steam coming out of his ears!” Kirishima mocked and began to laugh hysterically.

Kaminari held his stomach in pain, “and I swear he was –“

A sudden chill creeped down both of their spines.

“Are you guys done?” Todoroki came out of the blue and glowered. Kaminari looked taken aback and pulled Kirishima to run for their lives, leaving the two alone to drown in discomfort amongst the quiet line of lockers.

Yaoyorozu fiddled with a piece of her bangs, “Thanks for doing the photo shoot the other day. If you’d like we could do another one? I was asked to do a car commercial.”

Todoroki still had an unreadable expression and she frowned, “or not…?”

He thought for a moment and considered her proposal, “Sure, I wouldn’t mind.” She nodded happily. Her hands fished inside her backpack, and pulled out something small enough to fit in her palm.

“Before I forget,” she held out her hand, “give me your wallet.”

The boy cocked an eyebrow but did as told. Yaoyorozu swiftly opened his bifold and slipped in the thing in hand. Curiously, he checked the inside when she returned it. At the front transparent pocket, was a photo of them, clad in skimpy swim wear and looking ecstatic.

“The studio gave us each a smaller version to keep,” she commented with a triumphant smile, “I hope you won’t lose it.”

“Mm, I’ll take good care of it,” he responded, “What Kaminari and Kirishima said, could you forget about it?” The last part was added to ease his conscience.

“Yeah of…of course! You did it out of the goodness of your heart! Those two were just joking!” She flopped her hand in the air to appeal for his approval and he relaxed. Watching as he stretched the muscles of his neck, she draped her bag over her shoulders.

“I have to go now,” she waved her hands, “see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, it’s getting dark. I’ll walk with you back to the dorm, Yaoyorozu.”

Her heart fluttered at the unexpected offer and followed his footsteps, walking in tandem.

It could be just her overactive imagination, but she had to admit, they did look amazing together.

anonymous asked:

How Tessa looks in that bikini isn't what I'm wondering about, it's the patterns on her bikini,

Found it on google images. I needed something that could work using b/w.

Too Smart For Your Own Good

Warnings: Flirting, Swimsuits, Innuendos

<==Previous Chapter

Originally posted by eternal-winter-soldier

Chapter 8:  Arrivals and Apologies

As soon as you entered the Malibu house you were all greeted with a “what’s up bitches?”

You looked over to see Darcy Lewis lounging on the couch, along with Jane Foster, Maria Hill, and Pepper Potts.

“What’s going on, ho?” You shot back without thinking, you covered your mouth in shock and Loki snorted.

Darcy smiled widely, “I like her.” She turned to Jane, “can we keep her?”

Jane rolled her eyes, “I don’t need two of you.”

“Y/N! How’re you? Everything good at school?” Pepper asked, hugging you.

“Better now that I’m here! But I’m going to need more chocolate or alcohol to discuss school.” You said.

“We’ll have a girls night while you’re here! Alcohol, chocolate, popcorn, the works!” She laughed.

“Sounds like a plan Peppy.” You smiled, then turned to Tony, “Is my room the same or…?”

“Of course! JARVIS put the room on lock-down since the last time you were here, like always.” Tony said, smiling proudly.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You said excitedly, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sprinted upstairs.

“Don’t get too comfortable! We’re all going to the beach so put your suit on!” Tony called after you.

“She has a room here?” Natasha asked shocked.

“Why wouldn’t she? She’s my sugarplum! She’s been spending every summer here since she was born.” Tony replied, “now get your suits on, we’re going beachin’, bitches!”

“Can you tie me up?” Wanda asked with her back towards you.

“Sure.” You said, stepping up to tie the back of her bathing suit up.

The rest of the girls were on your bed waiting, Natasha in a mint green tankini that looked amazing with her red hair, Darcy was adorable in a bright yellow one-piece that had a small built in skirt, Maria’s stunning figure was shown off in a floral patterned bikini, Pepper wore a traditional purple once piece but still managed to look like a knock out, Jane looked cute in her red strapless one-piece, and Wanda wore a dress-like turquoise one piece that flowed over her elegantly.

“Let me get changed and then we’ll head out.” You said, grabbing your suit and rushing to the bathroom.

A few minutes later you appeared out of the bathroom and all the girl’s heads turned to you in unison. You wore a blue and white striped 40s style bikini; the bottoms had a high waist so you could only see about two inches of your stomach and the halter-like top had a peek-a-boo panel that showed off a bit of your cleavage.

“How do I look?” You asked, spinning.

“Well if the guys weren’t looking before they definitely will be now.” Nat smirked.

“You could turn me. Seriously, lets get married.” Darcy said, looking you up and down.

“Please go easy on my brother when you let him down.” Wanda said, knowing how much of a flirt her twin was.

“SHIELD Calendar 2016!” Maria whistled.

You laughed, “thanks, we better get going though.”

You all grabbed your beach bags, threw on your swimsuit cover-ups and headed out the door.

They were all shirtless. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. The weather wasn’t the only thing that was warm.

There was a long row of lounge chairs set out on the beach, sitting in each chair was a towel with someone’s name embroidered on it. You found yours, took off your cover-up and sat then took in your surroundings. Bruce and Natasha sat in the sand talking and flirting, Pietro and Wanda were involved in a very serious splashing contest with Loki and Vision off to the side as Loki tried to convince Vision to talk to Wanda, Darcy, Clint and Maria were sipping drinks at the bar while discussing aliens, Thor and Jane were making out in a hammock with Jane occasionally letting out a giggle, Steve and Bucky were playing a game of frisbee in the water, Sam and Rhodey were floating in inner tube’s away from them just trying to not get hit, and Tony and Pepper were at the other end of the row of chairs; Pepper talking about how everything was almost finished with the Rebuilding New York Project as Tony rubbed her shoulders.

You laid back, deciding to tan for a bit before hitting the water. Your eyes slid closed as you enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Suddenly the warmth was gone and you peeked open an eye to see a a male figure standing over you.

“What on earth are you wearing?” Tony asked, arms crossed.

“Uh, a bathing suit.” You said, as if it was obvious.

“Its too revealing. Go change.” Tony demanded.

“How is this revealing? Also this is the most modest swimsuit I had in my closet.” You said, raising your eyebrows.

Tony sighed, “Can’t you borrow one of Pepper’s? Or Darcy’s? Or Jane’s? Or anyone’s?”

You glared, “No. This is the suit I’m comfortable in and I’m already changed so there’s no way I’m going all the way back to the house. Plus all the girls said I looked good.”

“That what I’m worried about,” Tony groaned, “Fine. Just … please cover … that.” Tony pointed to your chest area.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s fine, its just a little peek at the goodies.”


Thankfully Pepper chose to put her arms around him right then, “Tony, its ok. She’s ok. She can handle herself.

"but she’s my innocent sugarplum

"She is. And you have my permission to use the suit to beat anyone you like if she gets to where she cant handle herself, but until then let’s leave her be.”

“Fine, but-” Tony started ranting as Pepper led him away, you tossed her a grateful smile.

You resumed your sunbathing and after a few minutes you flipped over onto your stomach to let your back get some sun.

You were dozing when you heard a loud snap and there was a sharp pain on the back of your upper thigh.

You gasped, more from the shock than the pain, and flipped over with lightning speed and tackled the person making you both land in the lounge chair to your left.

Bucky smiled up at you cockily.

You glared down at him, “did you just snap me with your towel?”

“Maybe.” He replied coyly.

“Women have killed for less.” You deadpanned, climbing off of him.

You were about to walk away when you felt him grab your wrist with his flesh hand, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“I just … um … uh …” Bucky started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“C'mon, spit it out. I don’t have all day.” You said.

“I just … I’m sorry for what I said in the shooting range the other day. About mutants. The last thing I wanted to do was offend you.” Bucky said, taking a deep breath and looking up at you.

You were shocked; you didn’t figure him the type to admit when he’s wrong, “it’s … it’s ok Mr. Barnes. No harm no foul, right?”

“So … we’re good?” Bucky asked.

You gave him a small smile, “yeah, we’re good.”

Bucky smiled in relief and let you go, “good.”

“Good.” You smirked, “but snap me with a towel ever again and I won’t be so gentle.”

Before he could say anything else you winked and turned, strutting away, adding an extra sway to your hips.

Next Chapter==>


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anonymous asked:


The beach was the ideal getaway destination when northern Californian summers got too hot.

Except if you were Stiles.

He hated the beach. Hated it.

His pale skin never tanned, only burned no matter how much sunscreen he applied. It was always overcrowded, families of overcompensating middle-aged parents with their obnoxious children running around crazy. It was too loud, those same insufferable kids constantly, seagulls squawking incessantly.

He hated it.

The fact that he was there with a pack of supernaturally attractive Abercrombie and Fitch swimsuit models didn’t help, either.

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