i wondered if i could come home

so, the episode 300% killed me dead. on the floor. so this came out of it. straight up shameless fluff. fluff without plot, if you will. anyway, i owe my heart and also this fic to @elsaclack​ and @jakelovesamy​. title from first day of my life (thx a billion @jokeperatla​ omg)

Amy slowly comes to, blinking hard against the golden late-afternoon light filtering through her window. She can’t quite seem to gather her thoughts - unsurprising, since these random midday crash-naps are the closest thing she’s gotten to proper rest since the night of the trial. Her eyes are dry and a little red-rimmed, crusty with sleep. She takes a few more moments to relish this calm, taking deep breaths and steeling herself against the long night to come. It’s been ages since she slept properly, centuries since she took a true deep breath, eons since her bed, with its freshly washed sheets devoid of crumbs and spills and the miscellaneous junk that’s made its home in her - their - apartment, has felt truly comfortable or familiar.

She rolls over, away from the setting sun wafting through her half-open blinds, in the hopes of catching a few more minutes of sleep before reality sets in, before she has to put back on a pantsuit and reopen Hawkins’ file and pretend everything is normal–

–and then she lands in an unexpected warm spot on his side of the bed. It smells, quite unmistakably, like him. She groans, curling tighter into the blankets, because she’s had this dream before. She shuts her eyes tight, feeling that brief jolt of hope ebb away into the familiar numbness that’s dulled her mind for more than six weeks. She’ll open her eyes again in a second and the bed will be cold and she’ll get up and find her discarded blouse and Captain Holt will call her with an update and she’ll have ten texts from Charles about how to cry on cue for her upcoming podcast appearance.

But the longer she lays there, steeling herself against the evening of work to come, crouched around Captain Holt’s coffee table with Cheddar safely locked in the upstairs guest room and Kevin bringing out trays of desserts in which sour gummy flourishes are featured with an unusual frequency, the more she notices that something is off.

For one, the warmth isn’t going away as her mind slowly emerges from its post-nap fog. For another, the smell is different this time, tinged with sweat and the unmistakable scent she recognizes from the visiting room in South Carolina. She notes the water she can hear running in the bathroom sink. Finally, she registers the feeling of her too-clean sheets against her naked body, and her mind starts to catch up, first slowly then in a flood of images and memories that nearly overwhelms her.

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Room 316 (M)

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut + a little fluff; CEO!seungcheol

pairing: reader/seungcheol

summary: your boss, CEO choi seungcheol, has been injured in a car accident and you go to visit him; strictly out of worry as a friend and employee, definitely not because you harbor a sort-of crush on the man. but as the anesthetics leave seungcheol a little loose, he ends up saying more than you were meant to hear and it reveals a lot about what you mean to him.


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Two Weeks Notice

His blood rushed loudly past his ears and he cleared his throat several times before finally managing to speak. ‘Two weeks?’

The firm nod from his soon-to-be-former-assistant brooked no argument.

Sherlock Holmes, self-made business mogul and genius with a knack for going through PR reps like tissue paper, was, for the first time, utterly baffled. 

‘I don’t understand.’ He stood and rounded his desk, a frown on his face, until he was standing in front of her. Molly Hooper. His assistant. His conscience. His voice of reason. The one person who, despite her diminutive stature and initial fumbling demeanor, had kept him in line and in good public standing for the better part of five years with a backbone of steel and an uncanny ability to charm even the most vicious reporter. 

She wouldn’t leave him… she couldn’t.

‘Are you no longer happy here, Miss Hooper?’

She turned her head before he could read her face, but he didn’t miss her flinch at his formal address. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze back to him. ‘I believe my services would be better utilized elsewhere.’

‘That’s not what I asked. Tell me, why are you leaving me?’

She looked down at her cherry-patterned blouse, tugged it straight, and cleared her throat. ‘Mr Holmes, the terms of my employment were clear in that, should either party be so inclined to terminate said employment, a notice of two weeks must be given. No where in the wording is it required that a reason be given.’

Sherlock cursed inwardly. ‘Miss Hoop-Molly, I thought we had developed an efficient rapport, even a friendship. If I have done something to cause you distress, please inform me so that I may rectify the situation.’ He slipped his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. ‘I have very few friends in my life and I would sincerely be loathe to lose you from my life.’

‘It is nothing you can fix, believe me,’ she replied, smiling sadly. 

Sherlock stepped toward her. ‘Molly-’

‘I’ve already begun vetting potential replacements,’ she interrupted, taking a step back. ‘Three months from now, it’ll be as if there was never any change. You’ll have forgotten all about me.’

Her smile was forced and a gnawing ache settled in Sherlock’s chest. No more chipper, bubbly smiles first thing in the morning as she brought him his coffee and handed him a folder with the relevant emails that had come through overnight. No more trying to hide his laughter in public spaces whenever she mumbled a sarcastic or morbid comment under her breath. No more watching her brilliantly smooth over his social faux-paus with a smile and perfectly-worded statements. 

No more Molly. 

‘What if I don’t want to forget you.’ His voice was dark and low. 

She replied with soft resignation. ‘We both know you excel at deleting extraneous information. And when I leave, that’s what I will become. Your work and empire will continue, your new assistant will do everything I’ve been doing for you, and nothing else in your life will change.’ 

Then with the strength he’d always admired in her, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a cool professional expression. ‘With that out of the way, I shall be off. You have a meeting with the Board in a half hour and I need to prepare the conference room.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing at the door to call over her shoulder, ‘Don’t forget to wear the cufflinks Mr Haversham gave you; keeps you in his favour.’

The door clicked shut behind her with alarming finality and Sherlock fell back against his desk, stunned.

Two weeks. Two weeks and she would leave him. Why? Why was she leaving? He hadn’t offended her lately, insulted her clothing recently, or God forbid, forgotten to pay her! She had given no sign of discontentment or unhappiness working with him. If anything, she had thrived in her position, going above and beyond what he had even expected of her. 

So why would she leave?

Why would she stay?

The little voice that sounded a lot like his business partner, John, came unbidden to his mind. Sherlock froze. 

Why would she stay? If she received a better offer, he would understand that. But she gave no indication that she was looking for or taking a new position and no other company would dare even consider poaching her from him.

His legs were moving before he even thought to, propelling him across the room in record speed. He threw open the door and stormed out, sending a frightened intern scuttling after a flurry of papers she’d thrown in surprise. 

Sherlock paid the employees that parted around him like the Red Sea no mind. His singular focus was on finding his assistant and demanding a full explanation before talking her out of this irrational decision to leave him in the lurch. 

The lift was too slow and he bypassed it entirely, opting to thunder down the stairs to the ground floor. The conference room was in the center of the atrium and completely encased in glass windows that rose to the top of the three story-tall room. Transparency was the core of his business success; no underhanded dealings or hiding secrets. Made for a bumpy ride at times, but paid off in the long run. 

He straight-armed his way through the doors into the atrium; the steel doors slammed into the walls and echoed loudly in the tall room. Every head turned toward the sound and many craned their necks to watch as the C.E.O., President, and Notoriously Aloof Sherlock Holmes blew into the room with the force of a hurricane and narrowed in on the petite assistant who was speaking animatedly with the few board members who had arrived early.

He interrupted them unashamedly and furiously declared, ‘No. I refuse to accept your resignation.’

Molly looked over in surprise and a fierce blush stained her cheeks. Hastily excusing herself from the conversation, she hurried across the room. 

‘Mr Holmes, please-’

‘No, no more Mr Holmes,’ Sherlock snapped, uncaring that every ear was attuned to their discussion. ‘We have been on a first name basis for two years. We are friends, Molly. And friends don’t just quit. Not without reason.’

Molly looked around at their gaping audience and lowered her voice. ‘Sherlock, it’s…’ She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘It’s complicated. Okay? You don’t understand and I get it, I do. Just… respect my decision.’ Her eyes were suspiciously bright. ‘Please.’

It was in that moment that Sherlock saw what he’d ignored for so long. The dilation of her pupils, the longing in her eyes, the soft way she would smile at him, putting aside her own personal life to help him, canceling dates at his last minute request when he needed her… the love that was woven in every word she spoke to him and every thing she did for him. 

And how deeply that love was reciprocated.

He reached out and caught her hand. ‘You’re wrong.’ He stepped closer and lifted his other hand to slip around the back of her head. Her breathing increased and her eyes widened. ‘I believe I do understand. Finally.’ 

‘Sherlock…’ The rest of her breathless words were stolen as he dipped his head and kissed her. 

Around them, the onlookers awed and cheered. Sherlock tuned them out, focusing all his attention on the woman in his arms and kicking himself for ignoring his heart for all these years.

And when John Watson, Sherlock’s business partner, arrived with the rest of the Board members minutes later, he smirked at the sight before him. A quick check to the calendar on his phone only made his smile widen. 

Seems he’d won the betting pool. 

Remember how for a long time we were like, yeah, we’re not going to offer full patterns because a lot of costumes have sizing shenanigans? Well, we’ve decided to bite the bullet and give it a shot anyway.

Coming very soon, our first full costume pattern, this one for Faye from Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadow of Valentia! It includes patterns for her blouse, skirt, apron, bows, bag and two different cape options –– everything but the boots and cape chain, basically! It’s being offered in “one size”, which is a 30″ waist and 36″ bust, but given the loose fit of the design and easy seam lines, we figured it’s a great place to start and easy to alter. We also want to push people to try some new things, so the pattern is designed with some optional pintucking, as well as a lot of practice in bow-making and topstitching.

It’ll be available on our store in the coming week, if everything goes according to plan. We just need to format everything you see above and add in a bunch of illustrations, and then it’ll be good to go!

Ideally, we’d also like to do more patterns for FE: Echoes, as the game looks to be pretty low on accessory kit options thus far. So far we’re looking at Genny, Silque and Mae, as well as doing some generic-class patterns, but we’d love to take suggestions for consideration. Drop us a note in our askbox or hit the ? below!

- Jenn


Long Forgotten Sons (I)

Originally posted by minzico

Pairing: OT7
Genre: Zombie!AU, mature (includes violence, gore, death, explicit language, future major character death)
Word count: 4.6k

Crouched behind a wall just tall enough to hide his figure, he pensively cocked his gun. He felt his heart beat mercilessly against his ribcage as he scanned the area for intruders. His warm breath fogged the plastic over his eyes, making it difficult to see down the middle. The helmet he had stolen off some dead security guard he found lying beneath a pile of rubble. It’s not like the guy would need it anymore. With no one in sight, he slowly made his way from behind the brick wall, aiming his gun at the empty ruins in front of him. “Come on, you bastards. Let me see your pretty faces. Let me blow a hole in them,” he muttered, turning on his heels. The sound of a rifle reloading broke the silence and as he spun around to fire, a bullet pierced him through the neck. Collapsing to his knees, the screen went black.

“Fuck!” Jungkook screamed, throwing his controller across the bed in frustration. “I can’t believe I keep fucking this up.” He’d been stuck on the same level for 3 days now, unable to penetrate the abandoned hospital that kept one of his main targets. Jungkook’s parents were out of town, giving him the liberty to hide behind his PlayStation all week. Only leaving his room for food and personal hygiene. None of his friends had made the effort to call, so neither had he. He may as well have been dead to the outside world. Jungkook didn’t mind though, he liked the solitude. Though he loved his parents dearly, a little alone time was considered a luxury in his household.

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Times Are Hard for Dreamers: Dressing Phillipa Soo in “Amélie”

Welcome back, dear readers! After the lengthy Here Lies Love review the other day, I’m going a little bit simpler this time and focusing on a single costume once again. By request, I’ll be looking at the main costume worn by Phillipa Soo in the 2017 musical Amélie - A New Musical.

Based on the 2001 romantic comedy starring Audrey Tautou as the title character, this is a whimsical, charming musical set in contemporary Paris. It follows the titular Amélie as she dreams of a different life, and sets about solving the mystery of a man appearing in a stolen photo album. It really is an interesting musical and I found the music for it to be soothing, especially after reviewing a few peppier productions over the past month.

The costume designs for this production, including the main costume I’ll review today, were done by David Zinn, who also designed the sets. Mr Zinn traditionally uses simple designs in his costume work, and his prior credits include the 2015 musical Fun Home. For Amélie, he clearly looked to the original movie for inspiration, while putting his own touch on the costumes themselves.

In the interest of providing some variety in my reviews, I’ve once again chosen to focus on a single costume; this time, it’s the main costume worn by Phillipa Soo as the titular Amélie. Let’s take a look:

For much of the musical, Amélie is outfitted in this ensemble. It’s a black-and-red checkerboard skirt that is almost floor-length, with a floral top and a light red sweater. The red in the sweater and in the skirt match, while the blouse is a bit paler to allow the floral design to stick out a little bit more. It catches the eye because much of the scenic design (also done by Mr Zinn) is a bit washed out, and the color palate is in shades of blue and green. Many of the other costumes for the production are similarly designed to contrast with the red of the main character.

Normally, I’m not a huge fan of mixing and matching patterns, and I’m not entirely sure I think it works here–however, I do think that I understand why Mr Zinn made this design decision. The character of Amélie has been extraordinarily sheltered her entire life, and even living in Paris (fashion capital of the world to many) has not imbued her with a tremendous sense of style. Instead, this is a character who would make her fashion choices based on what was comfortable and appealing to her, rather than necessarily dressing to please those around her. And in that sense, this costume does a great job of helping to reveal a little of the character’s personality.

As I’ve noted in review after review, one of the most important things a costumer can do is ensure that their designs can be appreciated under the stage lighting. Here, Amélie is illuminated both with a standard spotlight and with a softer, blue-purple lighting. That imbues the skirt she’s wearing with a little bit of a dreamy quality; the light makes the black appear to take on the color of the lighting itself, while the red checkerboard squares are lightened and softened. This allows the audience to see a contrast between the skirt and the sweater which might not otherwise be apparent.

Let’s take a closer look at the blouse, because it’s an essential element of the costume that the main character spends so much of her time wearing:

The pattern of the blouse is a simple floral. The red background gives way to white and blue flowers that are somewhat delicate and dainty, but which still retain the visible hallmark of being flowers–that is to say, they are not abstract, but clearly resemble what they are supposed to resemble. The pattern is abstract, however, and the flowers do not repeat themselves in any meaningful fashion.

I actually do like this pattern in contrast to the skirt. While I’m still not sold on the skirt itself, this is a rare case where I think matching a non-repeating pattern like the floral blouse with a repeating pattern like the checkerboard skirt actually does provide a nice effect. The blouse is pretty and I can easily see it being available in either a Parisian department store or (knowing a little about the main character) some kind of thrift or consignment shop.

One thing I really like about the whole ensemble is how it matches with Young Amélie, another character, the 10-year old version of herself that appears at different junctures throughout the musical. Mr Zinn had a number of options for how to costume Young Amélie, but he chose to go the route of using the same rough color scheme with different patterns and one consistent design element. Take a look at Amélie and Young Amélie (Savvy Crawford) in this scene for an idea of what I’m talking about:

Young Amélie is costumed similarly to her older self, but the patterns are much different and a bit more childlike. Her skirt is a simple striped pattern, while her blouse is a geometric design that repeats across the garment. But noticeably, at least to me, the white of the polka dots sticks out as a kind of mirror image of the flowers on Amélie’s blouse. It’s as though the abstract design is the genesis of the older design, as though the clothing has matured at the same rate and time as the character herself.

I noted a moment ago that there was one element which was identical: it’s the red sweater that both of them are wearing and that is the closest thing to a replica of the movie’s costumes as I have reviewed in this production. It’s not a complicated garment or design, a simple cable sweater designed to provide some color and warmth, but I think it really is notable that both Amélie and Young Amélie wear identical sweaters in their shared scenes.

I like the use of a single garment to tie these characters together; it’s a subtle reminder that despite being distinct to the audience, they really are just different embodiments of the same character. While there are great differences between them, especially the age, there is this one design element (alongside the color scheme) that will always remind the audience that they are both an aspect of Amélie. Unlike other productions with a “split” character, I like that the costuming was subtly different while keeping consistent through the use of a single piece of costuming.

Amélie as a production has not gotten rave reviews on Broadway, and it was stunningly snubbed for any Tony nominations despite a great cast and interesting scenic design. While the costuming is simple, I still think that it is neat in the way that it helps to tell the story, especially regarding the parallels between Amélie and her younger self. That’s not something you always see on Broadway, and I’m glad I was able to review it.

Like I promised, today’s was a shorter review of a single set of costumes. I’m reshuffling my show queue this weekend and will hopefully have a few more reviews to put out in short order. As ever, my dear readers, your feedback is wanted and welcome! Just drop an Ask, a Submission, or a message and I’ll do my best to respond!

Until next time, stay tuned!

anonymous asked:

taes fashion comfort zone imo is definitely patterned blouse tucked into pants (probably wide cut/bell bottom) while for jin it seems hoodies and pink? we all know for yoongi its black and maybe jerseys? just generally wide stuff, id also presume that yoongi is the one to gravitate towards masks. hobi is like.... wide sleeveless top with short pants and bucket hat + very eccentric shoes (bonus points if its mainly supreme based), jimin: stripes, i feel like namjoon is very confident in any style

Namjoon is into Japanese workwear style(If you google it you’ll see exactly what I mean haha) , he has also mentioned some of his favorites designers are Japanese and takes a lot of inspiration from Japanese street fashion but apart from that yes, i agree, he’s definitely confident in any style. Just like tae, he’s not afraid to experiment.

Decisions, Decisions  (Part 7)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content, angst, fighting…?

Word Count: 4536

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13 imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13 @queen–valeskaxx  @demongodess


After lots of sweater and thermal pants shopping, you found a few cute ensembles to wear to James’ family home. You also had two days to thoroughly worry about this trip. This was a huge step. Were you ready to make it? You were beyond thrilled to meet his family, to know this is the direction he wanted to go with you. Yet, you couldn’t help the gnawing feeling that you weren’t everything you needed to be for James. The feeling that he deserved better than you. That maybe you couldn’t give him what he wanted or needed.

But you pushed those feelings down, ignoring your conscience as you always did, and pressed on, ready to have a fun filled week with James and his family.

A long plane ride and a long taxi ride into the countryside, and you were finally at the McAvoy residence, a stately tudor home with crawling vines and a light mist that had settled over the estate. The driver rounded the fountain and stopped as you two jumped out and grabbed your bags.

“James, I’m so nervous, what if they don’t like me?” you admitted, whispering to him as you sat your last bag on the ground.

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anonymous asked:

Ahhhhhh I love your writing so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Could you write something of Hanzo badly flirting with his s/o? Like he tries so hard but it's just like cheesy pick up lines and failed attempts at posing?

Ahh, thank you so much for the nice compliment! ;u; I’m really glad you like my writing so far! Hope you enjoy this as well~ Will do these as HC’s if that’s okay.

- He has had his eyes on you for a while, not sure how to create a good approach. In the beginning, he was in a constant state of denial and helpessness, before he finally gave in and began thinking of a way to get your attention. Being the proud man that he is, he figured that maybe you would come to him first, as he had many admirers in his day as an heir to his family’s empire and thought you might have had noticed him already. 

- However, he failed to realise that without his status, he was not more important than others and could not catch the eyes of them as easily as he could in the past. Not that he ever acted on the gifts he always received though, not being much of a romantic type. Still convinced of his old ways of wooing someone, he proceeded to apply said methods when he took a first step into approaching you. He would start by coincidentally appearing before or near you, sometimes posing a bit too dramatically. You honestly had no idea what he was trying to do and were often even a little bit worried he might had gotten a stroke from the heat.

- He’d make himself look bigger in your presence by expanding his chest, looking as intimidating as possible, thinking it would impress you. Other times, when you would be walking by the training grounds for example, he would straighten his form while in the middle of shooting an arrow, making sure all of the muscles in his upper body were perfectly visible for your vision. If he would be having your attention and you managed to stand close enough, he’d even mutter out a “An inspired performance.” while smoothly running a hand through his hair, a slight smirk on his face. Totally unaware of his attempt to impress you, you just waved him off and told him he did a good job, but nothing too overly exciting. Hanzo was greatly confused at that, as he was sure you would be swooning at his display.

- Hanzo might not be as much as a casanova as his brother, but he sure knows how to impress someone and maybe even rub it in a little while bragging about his skill. So, he couldn’t understand why you were brushing him off with a simple compliment like that. However, he refused to give up that easily, as he can become quite competitive as well and wants you to be able to see the best side of him possible. Perhaps, his attempts up till now were just a little too subtle. He decided it was time for some improvement and he was certain that his next approach would be more successful.

- The next day it was early when he found you making breakfast in the local dining hall. He noticed that you were wearing something new and refreshing and had to admit that you looked quite divine in your new attire. The only problem was, was that he had no idea as to how to bring his thoughts into words for you. Impressing you with his combat skills and well defined muscles was no challenge to him, but complimenting you in a proper way? The man had no idea. At least, in a way you could understand what he actually meant. He opted for watching you for a while before making any move, silently looking on as you baked your eggs in the frying pan before you.

- You were not really aware of the fact that the archer was currently having a discussion within himself as to how he could approach you about your new outfit, until you saw him gripping the sink with nervous hands in the corner of your eye. You felt a bit sorry for him as he really seemed to be struggling with something, but was afraid to ask him about anything personal as you had heard about the elder Shimada’s complicated past. Instead, you tried to lighten the mood and asked if he wanted any baked eggs. You did notice that he was acting a little strange lately, especially with the dramatic poses and flexing of the muscles he seemed to do whenever you passed by. You were honestly feeling a little guilty about it and hoped you weren’t the cause of it all. Perhaps some baked eggs could make him feel a bit better.

- Sensing your worry through the offer you gave him, Hanzo quickly recollected himself and nodded at you with a slight blush on his face, stuttering out a ‘thank you’ afterwards. He did not want to cause you any discomfort and hurriedly went on with carrying out his next move. You looked up from your sizzling eggs when you heard Hanzo let out an awkward cough throughout the room, he was pointing at your outfit as he spoke. “Such clothing.. Hm..” He started while having a rather pained look on his face, his eyes shut and eyebrows scrunched together. You tilted your head at him, not sure if you heard him all that well. “Excuse me? Were you saying something?” you replied.

- Hanzo almost felt like disappearing out of the room then and there, seeing that his plan had failed once again, but the way you looked at him with expectant eyes which were silently encouraging him to keep talking, kept him in place. Coughing for the second time, he tried covering up his embarrassment by absentmindedly stroking the underside of his beard. Once he started talking again though, the poor man went downhill for the second time as well (please, you have to save this man from himself). “The symmetry used in the pattern of your blouse is a pleasing sight for the eye and in no way an hindrance to the mind.” Hanzo couldn’t help but feel proud of himself, he was sure to use the most correct and expensive words for your ears and was positive you were able to read his intentions more clearly now.

- However, he was only met with your utterly confused expression, as you had no clue at what he was trying to say. Did he want to buy the shirt for himself as well? Or was it truly a way too formal attempt at flirting with you? You went with the inbetween and decided to just straight up ask him, as he might not even be sure what he was trying to say himself. Innocently, you responded to his poorly attempt of complimenting you. “I am.. not sure what you are trying to say.. but do you perhaps like my shirt?” The archer blinked twice and averted his eyes from you while grumbling slightly. You were still not really getting it, but at least he was getting closer. “That is correct.” He replied dryly earning a small chuckle from you. He got a little embarrassed once again, as he thought you were mocking him, but you quickly waved your hand in front of him while telling him he could have just said so and that you found it an unique way of complimenting someone.

- Hanzo smiled slightly at you when you thanked him, at least his plan had worked out a little and he tried to take another step towards you as you were both enjoying your baked eggs at the breakfast table. He tried asking you out for dinner this time, of course in the same formal context, but it was significantly less awkward than the compliment from earlier. Knowing the man wasn’t big on his verbal communication, you knew what he was trying to say as you payed close attention to his gestures and body language, accepting his offer wholeheartedly. Perhaps next time, he would try to pick up some tips from the cowboy in making his ways of flirting with you more effective.

How I made my Sophie Hatter dress

I’ve gotten some questions on how I made my Sophie Hatter cosplay so I though it could be a good idea to make a post about it. :)
Unfortunately I don’t have so much progress photos for this cosplay but I will try to explain as good as I can.

The fabric I used was a blue micro satin. I really loved the fabric, it was very soft and it barely wrinkled at all but it melted in high temperatures so that was an experience^^’

I made the dress in two parts:

1. The skirt was a simple long circle skirt with a waistband and a zipper in the side. To make a more accurate shape I used a hoop skirt under and then a petticoat over it.

2. For the torso I started of with the back and the upper part of the front using a pattern for a basic blouse. For the lower part of the front I took a quite wide square of fabric that I gathered at the top.

I sewed the square (with the gathered side up) to the upper part of the front and sewed in the sides of the blouse. At one side a zipper was sewn in and then I sewed the arms, buttons and collar.

Hope it makes some sense and that it’s not to hard understand what I mean ^_^



How To Make Clothes that Fit and Flatter by Adele P. Margolis

Margolis wrote some half dozen books on sewing and patterns and this one from 1969 focuses on fit, how patterns should fit, and what patterns are good for fitting what kinds of bodies. I have given you some of the really fun 1969 fashions with the top photo of the evening outfits, but the book is largely a set of detailed lessons on how to fit sewing patterns to bodies of all sizes. This is where I learned to grade patterns, that is, to change them from one size to another.

Margolis features all these hip fashions in order to teach you about fitting. As in, make sure that the darts which feet the pattern to the body do no disturb the fabric–see the flower cut up the wrong way by a dart on the left and left undisturbed on the right. Ditto for the check pattern on the blouse. Margolis teaches you to move darts wherever they work best in this lesson. She also tells to to not bother messing with certain kinds of patterns in certain kinds of ways because the results will not work. So in addition to teaching grading, and fitting, she is also giving lessons on the relationship between design and fit. 

This is an out of print book, but Margolis was a popular author, so there are lots of used copies to be had.

signs as outfits
  • aries: leather jacket, graphic crop top, ripped skinny jeans, combat boots
  • taurus: romper, denim jacket, converse
  • gemini: high waisted jeans, bandeau, long cardigan, sandals
  • cancer: maxi dress, sandals, flower crown
  • leo: short skirt, patterned blouse, heels
  • virgo: pencil skirt, button up, nude heels
  • libra: flouncy skirt, crop top, sandals
  • scorpio: cut offs, dark crop top, black heeled boots
  • sagittarius: jean shorts, cut out tank top, vans
  • capricorn: blazer, shorts, tee, ballet flats
  • aquarius: jelly shoes, high waisted shorts, alien crop top
  • pisces: flower crown, hipster glasses, short dress

anonymous asked:

do you have any online shopping site recommendations?

idk what kind of online shopping you’re doing anon but I’m gonna assume it’s clothes

first: THE DON’TS

  • Don’t buy anything from storenvy. The popular Asian fashion stores like Moooh! and UZIP are taobao resellers, and you can buy all their items on AliExpress for 2/3rds the price. All you have to do is reverse image search the picture, type in “” into google as needed, and you’re golden
  • Forever 21 has a good return policy, but their clothing is made for giraffes and tends to have… unwanted surprises (hi-low, tricolor, distressed, the list goes on…) 
  • Modcloth is a conglomerate of ugly vintage clothing from a vast variety of labels, ranging from cheap to semi-designer stuff– not that you’d know it, because it’s all chalked up at forty dongers moreover Modcloth, ever the pinnacle of honest business practices, often refuses to list the designer for the item of clothing so you can’t compare prices! This is why you should try to find the clothing item using descriptors on Google, first– you can’t reverse-Google image search in this case, because they use their own models

ok now the actual recommendations

  • Here’s advice on ordering from AliExpress, which can be pretty cheaply-made and shady but you can still get great pieces. Many people swear by Taobao, but I can’t read Chinese and you need a Taobao agent to ship outside of Asia, which is stressful. AliExpress delivers right to ur door (ok, the nearest post office)
  • Yesstyle is gud and ships international 👍🌍
  • Ebay and Amazon are great for tracking down a cute item you found on, say, Polyvore or ASOS that’s no longer being sold by the manufacturer. I got my Dear Creatures coat for $100 with tax/shipping off Amazon, two years after its initial release (it originally was going for maybe $250)
  • Now, I’ve seen SheIn (previously SheInside) get a lot of flak for being-cheaply-made-in-China, but in doing research for this ask, I actually found that SheIn can have crazy good sales, so that a sweater going for $80 on its original website can be going for $18 on sale. However– I also saw a lot of AliExpress resells. I’ve bought a couple of slippery patterned polyester blouses from SheIn that were gorgeous (and imo that’s their strong point) but people I know have bought dresses and gotten shitty results
  • I’m 5′1″ but I have thighs, so literally all my jeans are from the petites section of TopShop. I literally buy from nowhere else. They cling to my every erotic curve. I never buy from the physical stores anymore, only online, because EVERY SINGLE TIME I try and buy at the actual store the stupid sales clerk goes “oh honey, you can’t possibly be a 28W28L! you’re so tiny!” and forces me to squeeze my flabby gut into pants made for a middle-schooler in a badly-lit changing room while The Weeknd muzak whinges thru the overhead speakers listen I’m not bitter or anything I just like to have room for my stomach I own TEN PAIRS OF YOUR PANTS sorry I got sidetracked
  • @pinstripebowties swears by Missha (American site, Canadian) for makeup and skincare, and we should all trust her more than my clearskin privileged ass. Shipping is a flat rate of $10.50 on the Canadian website, but the American one is MAD CHEAP considering the quality. My Missha order is coming in 2 weeks presumably so I’ll follow up on this

    (M… MAKEUP REVIEW?!?!)