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Same Patterns Part 4

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Summary: You and your broken heart now live separated from the Avengers. It hurts, and they all try the same thing to make you come back - but when will it work?

Words: 871

Warnings: angst, as usual. Heartbreak, crying, Bucky faces the consequences.

“Morning Y/N.” Clint’s face was the first thing you saw when you woke up that Saturday morning. You gave a yelp from surprise and promptly threw a pillow at him.

“How did you get in? I locked all the doors last night.”
Clint grinned stupidly, “I’m a field agent, it’s my job to know how to get into impossible places.”

You rolled your eyes, “Did you draw the short straw this time? You know, to convince me to come back.” You continued after his questioning look.

“Oh, that. Nah, well yeah, I did, but I’m not going to try. You’ll come back when you’re ready. And I didn’t pull the short straw, I volunteered. Wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Well, if you must know, I’m doing fine.”

“Really? On last night’s take-out and rom-com movies?”

“Living the bachelorette dream.” You grinned.

“Good thing I brought real food then,” He brought forward a box of home-cooked food. “Lauren made some extra for you. You should come by the house; the kids miss you.”

“You sure I didn’t scare the hell out of them last time?”


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Same Patterns {Part 3}

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Summary: You and your broken heart now live separated from the Avengers. It hurts, and they all try the same thing to make you come back - but when will it work?

Words: 689

Warnings: General angst.


You still kept the photos, God only knows why. The glass was smashed, some still attached to the frame, but mostly leaving it exposed to the elements, but you could not seem to comprehend throwing it, or burning it. You kept them beside your bedside, reminding yourself why you were living only ten kilometers from your misfit superhero family, but refused to meet them as often as you could. You hated him. You hate that he still had a hold of your heart, despite breaking it in a million shards. You hated that you were so affected by him, when he could easily replace you for someone else.


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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm a totally new cosplayer, and I'm currently working on Daenerys Targaryen's blue embroidered dress. I can do the embroidery just fine, but I'm very nervous about putting the actual garment together and having it fit well. The dress seems to have a lot of structure in it. Do you have any tips for good, clean, form-fitting sewing, and any tips for putting boning/structure into a dress?

Hello there!

When making anything that needs to have perfect fit, I will always recommend making a mockup. Or several mockups, because you might need them. When doing your mockups, be sure to mark any fit issues, correct for them, transfer them to your pattern, and then do another mockup before doing the final outfit. This will ensure a good fit. Check for any signs that it is too large (gapping, fabric standing away from the body, etc.) or too small (fabric pulling in horizontal wrinkles, etc.), or the wrong shape (this is harder to determine, but make sure that the bust curve is correct and sits at your bust curve, make sure the neckline shape is correct, etc.), and correct these when possible. You can also practice with your structure on a mockup, which will help with both technique and with making sure that it fits once the structure is inside.

For something like this, most of your work is going to be in the tailoring, not in the interior, though some interior structure will help. If you look at the worn photo, the dress appears to be structured through the torso, underneath the breasts and above the waist. You can use a firmer interlining to help keep that shape (something like a silk organza or a hair canvas will get the structure without a lot of bulk). Using a fusible interfacing on the fashion fabric would also create more structure in that area, though I would recommend the interlining.

There is quite possibly boning in the dress underneath the darts, starting at the waist and ending at the underbust. I would do spiral steel boning there, at the side seams, and in the same location in the back. Attach your boning channels to an interior layer so that they hide better. You can do a mockup with cheap plastic boning or with plastic cable ties to make sure you have the placement and fit right before proceeding.

I would guess that this has bra cups built in, though I can’t see the inside to know for sure.

Mostly, this is going to be a project that requires practice. Be sure to cut your pieces well with sharp scissors, and be sure to sew your seams nice and straight, and to press them when you are done. It may help to have a dressform that you can drape this on in the patterning phase, or have a friend help you pin it while worn, so that you can get the fit just right. 

Also, if you can find notes from the costumers or photographs of the inside of the dress, that will help quite a bit. Look around for GoT-specific costuming sites to see if that is available.

I hope that helps! Good luck :]

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Fighting Tigers

Daddy Dean- Fighting Tigers

Pairings: Dean Winchester x daughter reader.

Request: From jiggysupernatural: 
“Heeey, I was wondering if I could have a daughter dean imagine?? Like, maybe they get into an argument and dean says something that upsets the reader so she goes into her room crying, then he apologises???xo And can you just make it really fluffy, I’m in great need of some daddy dean xo”

Word count: 2127

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your eye colour

Summary: Your Dad (Dean) has been away longer then he promised whilst on a hunt. You worry about his safety but after a nightmare you overthink and believe that maybe he hasn’t come home because he doesn’t love you anymore. However, when you find your Dad being sewed up by Bobby after the nightmare you as run back to bed and away from him but he is following closely behind the to confront you on the issue. 

A/N: First of all, a big thank you to the beautiful user behind jiggysupernatural for the great request. I was unsure about doing a Daddy Dean but after help from ri-spn, (who was the one who introduced me to SPN and also happens to my best friend) we thought of a good plot and ran with that. Sorry it took a while to write out and hopefully this is fluffy enough for you. Every time I try to write something fluffy i feel like it just turns depressing somehow hahaha its surprisingly really hard. Also i might have had a bit to much fun getting gifs of Dean. As always please be patient with my rookie skills. Lots of love xxx Oh and this Gif seemed fitting but I didn’t know where to put so i’m just gonna leave it here:

Originally posted by stillsomewhatsane


Three days he promised. That was a week ago. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing. Your Dad was completely off the grid. This worried you. You stopped playing with your toys and watching the TV. Drawing wasn’t appealing, nor was exploring Uncle Bobby’s car yard. Nothing could distract you from the worry your young mind possessed for your absent father. You missed your Dad tremendously. Without his presence in your life, everything seemed duller.

You missed how he made you feel safe and loved, through constant hugs and kisses. How he would dedicate all his time and attention on you when he was home from work. He would do anything you wanted, take you out for ice cream or bowling, the beach or the movies, or the Zoo, that was your favourite. You walked among the enclosures hand in hand seeing the exotic animals. Occasionally getting lost because he couldn’t read the map but the two of you didn’t mind as you ran around the zoo chasing each other. When your feet got sore or you were too short to see over all the people, he would put you on his shoulders and carry your around. I just want him to be home, you thought. He shouldn’t be away for so long.

You knew your father’s job was dangerous, you had seen the scars he possessed. However, he never would tell you the details of what he did or where he went. However, you knew that the longer the job was, the more battered and bruised he was when he finally came home. He was never phased by the intricate pattern of raised scars on his tan and worn skin. When you asked where a new one came from he would brush it off and tell you he got it fighting a tiger. 

Originally posted by ohmysupernatural

You would fall for it and be awestruck with the fact your Dad actually fought tigers. But you weren’t surprised, your Dad was pretty tough. You copied his tough attitude yourself, when you got hurt you would try to be strong like him. When he would find you with a bee sting or grazed knees he would always make a fuss over you asking if you were okay. He would wipe your tears away and pull you in for a tight hug whilst planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He would inspect the wound and patch it up. He always managed to make you laugh somehow whilst attending to you. You would forget about the pain and laugh with him, which won you a wide smile on your father’s face.

Now it seems that image of his smile was slowly slipping from your memory. He had been away for longer then he said and it was all you could think about. Every time the phone rang you thought it was him. You anticipated hearing your Dad’s faint gruff voice over Bobby’s ancient phone, but it was never him. Bobby would just look at you with sad eyes and shake his head to confirm what you already knew.

Every time you heard a car travelling down the motor way, you would run to the porch and sit and wait on the steps. Only to see the car you heard, continue to drive past. In recent days, you spent hours just sitting on the porch steps and staring at that road waiting for the familiar sleek black shiny car to pull in. When the sun was finally going down and the mosquitoes were emerging, Bobby would come and get you for dinner. Then you would go to sleep where you were flooded with dreams of your father being hurt and you being only just out of reach of helping him.

You woke up with a cold sweat coating the top of your lip and droplets falling down your brow. It was just a dream you told yourself, over and over as you sat up. You dreamt that you stayed at Uncle Bobby’s forever and your father never came home. Not because he was hurt but because he didn’t love you anymore. You remembered the sad dream and started to overthink the situation; that’s probably what he’s doing now, he has never left you for this long before you thought. You were crying again and became hot with anger with the idea your dream was true. This wasn’t fair you thought why didn’t he come home when he promised? Why didn’t he tell you what his job really was? Why couldn’t you just live in one place and stop moving around all the time? Why was he always leaving you? You sniffed away the last of your tears and got up to go downstairs. You pulled on your one of your Dad’s shirts for warmth. It brushed against the floor when you walked and you had to push up the sleeves so you could use your hands, but you loved it because it smelt of him. It smelt of home. You padded down the familiar stairs rubbing your weary eyes shut. When you got to the bottom of the stair case you turned to walk into the kitchen. You opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your father swigging on a clear bottle filled with a brown liquid. Your uncle Bobby was beside him dabbing his right shoulder and then putting down scissors in which he used to cut the string, that sewed up a large gash. Your eyes bulged with the surprise of your father sitting so casually in the kitchen after being away for so long. You were going to run to him but you remembered the dream and how he didn’t keep his word. You were angry at him because he didn’t even give you a phone call to say he was alright, instead he had left you in the dark. So, you planted your feet at the bottom of the stairs instead of running to him, now all you wanted to do was run back to your bed. But then your soft Y/E/C were caught in his forest green ones. When he first saw you he smiled but after reading your body language, he could see something was wrong. His smile fell and he looked older. 

Originally posted by sweetpea9873

He didn’t like you acting out of character, usually you would scream out his name and run into his arms. He was looking forward to this and was smiling the whole way home thinking about seeing your eyes sparkle once more when you would see him. So much so, he didn’t feel the pain of the wounds when he drove a little faster so he could see you sooner. He did feel bad for leaving you for so long, he didn’t mean to but he was captured and had escaped only today from the monster he was hunting. 

“Bug?” He questioned, “Where’s my hug sweetheart?” he half smiled. You were battling an internal conflict of wanting to be in your father’s warm embrace but you were so angry at the same time. You already had one foot on the first step when you looked back to your father with glassy eyes and a wobbling lip belonging to a small pout. You then quickly ran up the stairs crying, still furious with your father.

Dean was shocked and quickly put the liquor bottle down and gingerly stood up. He grabbed a tea towel and held it to where Bobby had finished sewing him up and followed you up the stairs. “Y/N” he called, but you didn’t respond. You had crawled under the covers and were crying, still wearing your father’s shirt. Dean walked into your room and switched on the light to see you hiding under the covers with small sniffles escaping from it. He knew something was terribly wrong, the last time you did this was when you found out your Mum wasn’t ever coming home again. You heard the door squeak as it was closed and saw your father’s shadow growing and growing as he came closer to you. You felt your mattress dip as a warming hand was placed on your blanket, patting your back, “Shush sweetheart, you alright…Y/N, what’s wrong baby” he soothed. Your sobs started to slow with your father’s encouragement until you could finally reply, “Y-You were away for so-o long Dad-dy…you sa-id you-‘d be three d-days and you didn’t come h-home for another w-week. I was so s-scared”. You then started to bawl again and Dean felt a wave of guilt crash on him, “Baby I’m so sorry-” he began, but you snapped at him, “You should have c-called. I thought you-u didn’t l-love me anymore” you sobbed. Dean was shocked and he couldn’t take it anymore. He peeled away the covers you were holding and scooped you up. He sat you down on his knee and he looked straight into you red puffy eyes, “Listen to me Y/N there is no way I’d ever stop loving you. You are my whole world sweetheart. I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t know what I do without you in my life. You’re all I think about and I do everything for you, including my job. It’s hard for me too when I leave you behind. I hate it! But I have too sometimes because I can’t take you with me, it’s too dangerous. Do you understand darling? I’ll always love you” 

Originally posted by padaleckijen

You continued to rub your eyes and nodded before another sob racked your body. You weren’t crying because you were angry now, you were crying because you were so scarred of losing your Dad and you had missed him so much. “Oh hunny sh-shhush… I got you now, Daddy’s home, I’m so sorry sweetheart” He comforted you once more as he pulled you in for a warming hug. The kind you had missed so much. The kind that you arranged your pillows at night to be like, but it wasn’t the same. Even wearing his shirt, the smell was off as it mixed with Bobby’s musty house. You let your sobs slow once more as you held onto your Dad’s shirt whilst his strong arms wrapped around you. In between soothing your sobs, he kissed the top of your head, pulling you in closer. He hated seeing you in pain, it broke his heart even more knowing it was his fault. “Silly Daddy’s phone ran out of battery, that’s why he couldn’t call you. I forgot to pack the charger” he chuckled through his lie, in hope of raising your spirits. “That was very silly Daddy” you croaked into your dad’s chest, which brought a large smile to your father’s face as it reached his eyes. You sat in his arms until you were feeling drowsy and warm again,

“Hey Daddy” you yawned,

“Yeah Bug”

“What happened to your arm?”, Dean had forgotten about the pain in his arm now that he was with you.

“Oh um…you know fighting tigers as usual baby” he lied

“He got you pretty good” you admitted

“Huh, I guess he did. But you should see the tiger.”

This brought a giggle out of you as you leaned back and sat up on your father’s knee. You started playing with the zipper of his jacket as the sniffles slowed. Dean pushed away the hair falling in your eyes and just stared at you with deep love. He was so proud of you. He never thought he would ever be this lucky or happy in his life and it was all due to you.

“Can we go to the zoo again soon?” You asked, still staring at your Dad’s zipper as you pulled it up and down.

“Of course sweetheart anything you want.”

“Good. I need to tell off the tiger that you fought again. No one messes with my Daddy”

Dean chuckled again, you were truly a Winchester girl. You fell back into your Dad’s chest and he automatically enclosed you again in his arms. You fell asleep soon afterwards. Dean gently picked you up and laid you down on your bed, tucking you in whilst you cuddled with your teddy. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your forehead, closing his eyes. He then crept towards the door and turned off the lights before pulling the door shut. You were already dreaming peacefully. This time no nightmares filled your slumber. You instead were dreaming about fighting tigers with your Dad. 

worgenhunter  asked:

I wanted to ask what marks defined facial markings vs undefined ones. I've been following your blog and seeing you mention this, but sometimes it looks like animals that are wolf dogs like one featured in a recent reblog you did (the one on the Yamnuska Sanctuary) do have these defined markings. I'm not trying to undermine you, I'd just like to know what the 'difference' is. Your posts are really interesting and informative :)

No worries at all! Facial markings in wolves and wolfdogs are kind of an interesting topic because it’s one that hasn’t been heavily discussed, even among seasoned phenotypers. But since malamutes and huskies are commonly bred in to wolfdog lines, I feel that it’s important to know that some types of masking are considered dog attributes, while others are accepted as being wolf-like, and others still exist as overlapping wolf/dog traits. The best way to explain the differences is through example.

Below is a so-called “wolf” that made headlines in Florida recently after it escaped its enclosure at a roadside zoo following a flood: 

However, the animal is clearly not a wolf, despite having many wolfy attributes, and one of the easiest ways to determine this (aside from the thinly-furred ears) is on account of the stark ‘widow’s peak’ on the pup’s face. Among malamute fanciers, the term for this type of mask pattern is a “cap”, and in purebred malamutes, it looks like this: 

Among pure timber wolves and high-content wolfdogs, these markings do not appear - at least, not with such stark definition.

Below is an older animal who is currently phasing, making the V pattern down the brow appear even more prominent than usual: 

However, it’s still obvious that the point of the V blends so nicely in with the rest of the fur on this animal’s muzzle that it’s literally non-existent.

This was the closest thing I could find to a true “cap” face mask on a legitimate wolf/HC wolfdog after scouring through endless photos. The phasing of this animal adds to the contrast between the light and dark fur patterns, so this is a pretty extreme case, as well. Even given the best possible chance, the effect is not the same: A pure wolf will not have a defined V or “cap”-style face mask. 

Other types of masks that are dog traits likewise include clover masks, goggles, white blazes, and just about any other manner of marking that places very pale coloration right next to darker coloration without much fade in the ‘line’ between. 

Eyebrow blazes are likewise a dog trait, and I even recall reading somewhere that certain breeds adapted these markings as a means of communicating easier with humans via facial expression, though as I cannot recall the source of that information, it should be considered unverified.

Wolves will not have defined white or tan “dots” over their eyes like dogs, do, though some will have paler markings there that, while not exactly starkly-defined, are still notable, like this: 

Compare this pure wolf’s eyebrow markings to those on a Northern Inuit Dog: 

The definition on the dog’s markings is much more defined, even if it is “similar” to the wolf’s markings. The wolf’s are, nevertheless, much more blended in their appearance.

Black muzzles, as seen in German shepherds, are another facial pattern/feature that serves to separate a wolf from a dog. Here is a black-muzzled GSD mix: 

And here is the closest I could find for a pure wolf/HC wolfdog equivalent: 

That particular animal, it should be noted, is still very young, and did eventually phase-out of it’s current pictured coloration. It eventually ended up looking like this: 

So what about the gray area? The overlapping traits? 

There is a certain level of confusion in regards to certain cheek markings among wolves and dogs. Wolves and dogs are, after all, quite closely related from a DNA perspective, so certain traits do indeed overlap. One of those overlapping traits is that wolves can have defined contrast in the markings on their cheeks, like so: 

And pure domestic dogs can display similar colors/markings, as well (although note the defined eyebrow spots on this pup) : 

The definition in the light/dark on a canine’s cheeks, therefore, is considered an overlapping trait. Dogs can have it without any amount of wolf content; and wolves can have it without, in fact, being part dog. 

On the topic of gray areas, I might as well cover the issue of phasing. Wolves (and some dogs) exhibit a coat change called phasing - usually going from a dark coloration to a lighter one. Wolves that are born black can, after so many years, phase in to a solid white or blue/gray color.

The same thing happens among gray and tawny wolves. Phasing can, as seen in the first example about the “cap” above, create more contrast in certain markings as an animal grows ever older. In that regard, you can end up with animals like this: 

None of these animals have dog in them, but the definition on their facial markings is nevertheless much more prominent due to phasing that one would see in a younger animal. 

What we can learn from all of this is simply that certain defined facial markings are dog traits, while others are overlapping. Low and mid-content wolfdogs can exhibit either type, while high contents and pure wolves will never display defined facial markings that are dog-specific. 

Hope this helps! 

7 Concrete and Cement walls - Beton Permanent - volume 3

Cement or concrete are not really the same but they are complementary and both give the exact look for urban or industrial lifestyle. Not agressive on the eye, they still give that “dont mess with me” look you need and the strength to support your next bad-ass phase !

The pattern looks good in all three heights. Patterns don’t just stretch to fit, they were made in three different sizes. Patterns are really seamless in every direction : up, down, left and right.


Date of release : June 2th 2015
Date of upload : March 25th 2016


March 25th 2016 : These walls are updated :) Go there to download : here


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