pleated knee length skirt


Star Wars except if all Jedi and Sith wore school girl uniforms.

(…were you expecting an actual explanation? ‘Cause there is none)

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Medieval Clothing, a Masterpost of Sorts

This is meant as an information resource for creative folk, not a complete guide. Be sure to supplement this with additional research. Find the rest of the series, including the previous posts on clergynobilitycommon medieval jobsdivinationspirit animalsmythical creaturesstructuring an armymedieval punishmentsarmorpre-gunpowder weaponssiege warfarecastle anatomy, and common terms of medieval life.

This post includes women’smen’s, and children’s medieval clothing terminology, materials, colors, as well as a note on medieval shoes.

Medieval Women’s Clothing Terminology

Aprons: Used by middle- and lower-class women, they could be a variety of colors.

Barbe: A pleated piece of linen similar to the barbette and widows, it was worn underneath the chin or widows and over the chin to denote a noblewoman.

Barbette: A linen band that wrapped around the head, under the chin. It was usually pinned.

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What Are You? Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Friendship) Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing so far.

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A/N: This chapter is more about (Y/N) and Steve’s relationship, things will pick up with her and her abilities as the chapters continue. Just laying a base work of her life she has now.

The sound Matt’s face made when you sucker punched him made your stomach twist, not exactly in disgust, but not fully in excitement. You see out of the corner of your eye Sam is running towards you, pushing Matt’s hand off your arm as he holds his face, cussing you out.

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PERSIANS AND MEDES, detail of the processional frieze on the east side of the terrace of the apadana palace, Persepolis, Iran

The reliefs decorating the walls of the terrace and staircases leading up to the Persepolis apadana included depictions of representatives of 23 nations bringing tribute to the Persian king. Every emissary wears a characteristic costume and carries a typical regional gift for the conqueror. The section of the procession reproduced here represents Persian nobles (in pleated skirts) and Medes wearing their distinctive round caps, knee-length tunics, and trousers. Traces of color prove the reliefs were painted, and the original effect surely was more striking than it is today.

The forms are more rounded, and the project more from the background than previous Assyrian reliefs. Some of the details, notably the treatment of drapery folds, echo forms characteristic of Archaic Greek sculpture, and Greek influence seems to be one of many ingredients of Achaemenid style. Persian art testifies to the active exchange of ideas and artists among all the civilizations of the Mediterranean, Mesopotamia, and Persia at this date. 

  • PIPER: Weeks had passed since Piper laid eyes upon her favorite sister and that wouldn't do. For many reasons. One of them being the cock making itself well known every time she thought about the other. It was unnatural. Wrong. Immoral. All of which only made it more hot. Pulling the SUV into the dorm parking lot brought the throbbing back full force. "Calm down." Was practically hissed at her crotch as lights were turned off but the engine left running. One hand moved to rub the hard flesh under the knee length pleated skirt while the other text Daphne asking her to come down. With dark tinted windows it would be next to impossible for anyone to see inside the vehicle at this time of night, especially parked in the back corner of the lot. In fact, the spot was practically empty which was rather eerie. Ohh well. The scene just added to the ambiance of it all for Piper.

anonymous asked:

can you give some tips for styling berets?

i’m lovin berets rn omg


CHAPTER 1- Scarf

A/N: this is a multi chapter Eremika fic I decided to write, modern au setting. 


The black haired girl sat still and silent on the roadside bench, patiently awaiting the moment the bus would arrive. The early morning breeze was cool and pleasant against her skin, a fleeting, frigid touch of autumn warning of colder months to come. Despite the chilly weather, this was her favorite time of year; the sunrise commenced at the same time she arrived at the bus stop each morning before school, and she had just enough time to watch the fluorescent golden sphere crest over the city skyline, blending indistinguishably into the various pink and purple hues of the comely dawn sky.

She was the only high schooler in her neighborhood, so she was fairly surprised when she noticed another figure sprinting up to the stop: an olive skinned boy with disheveled brown locks. He slowed to a halt once he reached the bench, his breath coming in rapid gasps. “Do you… go to Karanese High?” he inquired between breaths, the fluorescent jade green of his irises flicking listlessly in her direction.

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NecroBro/ closed rp

It had been over 200 years since the monsters where retraped underground alot of monsters had died during that time, little did they know a couple undead human mistaken for monsters had been locked away with them through the years they both rotted away to skeletons but stayed out in snowdin field in a little house no one reclaimed

Demona The first was 5'8" and wore a hooded black cloak with a bandana over her nasal cavity tiny red dots glowed in her sockets

Monique The other stood 5’ and wore a dark blue shirt with a lighting design and a black knee length pleated skirt bright yellow glowed in her sockets

Demona had just felt like her energy was back when she got up disturbing Monique’s lute playing they exchanged words in a strange language for a few moments before Monique went down do there basement where they stored things, it was all various sizes of jars filled with dust she grabbed a decent sized one with no rhyme or reason bringing it back to demona, Monique poured it all onto the floor in a little pile while demona shifted through a small bag taking out a metal sphere containing soul like power her objective was to revive a monster normal monsters she could revive just fine soul and all but just in case this was a boss monster she would need that orb to sustain the monster

She used her magic infusing the dust with magic she looked at it as she worked this was a skeleton monster not seeing his soul reform she grabbed the orb putting it in his ribcage as it solidified around it monsters where harder to revive than humans it took a lot of magic but as soon as he woke up he sat up confused he didn’t remember dieing

Papyrus: w-wh-

Demona interrupted him fast telling him to hold still and be quite a magic forced papyrus still and forced him silent he was becoming frantic but what could he do but stare Demona pointed out the orb in his ribcage

Demona: as it stands this is your soul now dont lose it or you could die its important to protect

she got up and got a long black robe for him to wear Before telling him to go home and live life like nothing here happened she told him not to speak of this to anyone before shooing him out the door the same magic from early forced him to walk he couldn’t feel the colf he wasn’t tired but not fully awake eth but no matter he was going home it confused him to be back underground he went to snowdin back to his and sans old home the magic letting go he wanted nothing to do with thoughts skeleton ladies, right now he wanted sans he dug around in the snow pulling out a key and going in he turned on the lights and went upstairs to get out of the robe and back into something normal maybe his dating clothing that might make him feel a little better