seams of a desire

For One Day

“For One Day”

I wish for one day,
I could be someone else.
To say what they say.
To feel what they felt.

I want a new mind,
A new body; a new heart.
I want to be able to find,
What I looked for from the start.

I wish for one time,
I was you instead of me.
To see through your eyes.
To see what you see.

I want new dreams.
New desires; new goals.
New fabric at the seams,
And a way to plug this hole.

I want a new direction.
A new purpose, a new meaning.
If I want perfection,
I’ll audition for screenings.

I want new gloves.
New family, new friends,
Except the ones I love,
Are invited to attend.

I wish for a moment,
I could see inside your head,
And all of its components,
To say the things you said.

Because I feel worn down.
So jaded and so cold.
Its time to pass the crown,
Because I am getting old.

I feel on most days,
Forgotten and removed.
I’m someone you throw away,
Like a pair of worn out shoes.

You don’t understand,
What its like to be me.
So lets not pretend,
I have a healthy body.

You don’t want to know,
The thoughts in my head.
They once brightly glowed,
But now they spell out dread.

So let us start over,
Please God if you may.
Wishing upon clovers,
For brighter, better days.

One thing I will never be over is Oliver’s left hand when he wraps it around Felicity’s back right before he picks her up.

… his fingers graze her hair, a soft, cool contrast to her heated skin. She pants his name their breath mingling, making the air hot. She arches into him, pressing her lips to his temple  and forehead, dropping tiny, loving kisses along his hairline. She wraps her arms around his head, cradling him, pulling him closer. He wants to touch her everywhere and anywhere at the same time. He drags his hands her spine, reveling in how her gentle muscles react to his touch. He kisses her chest, tasting her, eliciting the most beautiful breathless whimpers from her. His tongue traces her collarbone before he dips his head, his stubbled chin slipping over the top of her breasts. He wants to lean her back and wrap his lips around one of her nipples, but at the same time he wants to keep her close, wants to feel every inch of her pressed against him as tightly as possible.

She’s life and light and sunshine and happiness and purity and it’s more addicting than he could have ever dreamed.


Her hips rock against him, her heated core grinding against his hardness, the seams of their pants pressed tightly together. Hot needy desire rockets through him and he moans her name in such a way that it makes her shiver, sending goosebumps erupting across her back. His skin burns for her, his body yearns towards hers…  


One hand slips down over her hip, sliding over her delectable ass that he’s been dreaming about for years now as he wraps his other arm around her back. She surrounds him, taking over everything, drowning him in her love and for that one single second, he lets go, he gives her all that he is, letting her in so completely that he doesn’t know where she starts and he ends. 

He needs to be closer, needs to feel as much of as her as he can, needs to cherish as much of this - of her - as possible because some tiny part of him knows that this moment - this precious, perfect moment where everything he never though he’d get, everything he never believed he deserved - won’t last forever…

The moment that really, really slayed me here was when his fingers slide under her arm, over the sensitive skin there, brushing against the inside of her left arm. It’s so intimate, startlingly so. They’re both naked, in so many more ways than the physical sense, and every single time I see his fingers slipping under there right before he picks her up, right before he digs his fingers in to hold her closer, it strikes me again how incredibly tender this moment is.

This scene is so magical, so intense, so intimate and gorgeous and beautiful and loving and it still kills me dead.

She loved the feeling of falling in love. She had a great capacity to love, and expected the love she gave to be returned to her. That was her weakness, the thing that made her feel at odds with the world. She wasn’t happy unless she was falling madly in love. The tumultuous emotions inside her head waged war with her heart, which was always bursting at the seams with passion and desire. She desperately needed to feel wanted, appreciated, coveted. Her body longed for his touch, his kisses, his heat. She was forever the storybook romantic, longing for a lover who could fill her pages with the same passion and desire she longed to give.
—  Greystreetgirl

All right, I’m not gonna lie to you guys.  This got stuck halfway done in my drafts and I completely forgot about it.  But hey, better late than never, right?

So I love vaguely nerdy things that you can wear out in public without attracting too much attention.  Especially vaguely nerdy things that keep you warm!  If you’re after a really comfy hoodie from your favorite show that will hold up through the wash, check out the instructions below the cut!

Materials you will need:

  • 2.5-3.5yds hoodie fabric (sweatshirt fleece, microfleece, etc)
  • A small quantity of knit ribbing (x2)
  • Separating zipper
  • Dye (optional)

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! So I'm kind of sloppy with my pattern making and I play it by eye and I know it's not really good to do that, so I was wondering if you guys have any tips on drafting patterns? Your patterns look so neat and clean and you guys do a very nice job of figuring out what needs to go where

There’s a lot to say here and I’m slowly working on a master post for drafting patterns, so for this ask I’m just going to start with the right tools for the job, because that tends to make a huge difference. When Christine taught me how to draft this way, my cosplay game surged. Having the right drafting toolkit is invaluable.

A typical draft for us includes the following tools:

White drawing/sketch paper. We buy this in a 50 yard roll, generally around 36″ wide. You can probably expect to pay about $50 for this, which is a decent start-up cost, but Christine and I have both been working on the same roll for about a year and a half now and we’ve done probably 25+ costumes on it and we’re barely halfway through.

This is the paper you’ll use to draw all your patterns on, flat, without seam allowances. All your patterns should exist primarily on this paper, because they are the foundations of your drafts: if you want to make changes to the pattern, this is where you make them. If you want to add decorative seams on the pattern, this is where you make them. Making your patterns without seam allowance here also means you can “pull” pieces onto the tracing paper with different seam allowances as you so desire.

We also keep these and label ‘em and pull them out again from time to time. Shazz’s Lucina tunic, for example, was initially traced and pulled from a 60s dress pattern that Christine had made for Shazz, and then I refined it down into its own pattern. More recently, I pulled Anna’s sleeves from Say’ri’s sleeves – Emmy and Syd are the same size and the characters have the same style sleeves, so why not? If you’re making costumes primarily for yourself, you might do this a lot, coming back to re-use old drafts or adapt old drafts. If you know they already fit you, might as well!

Tracing paper, typically Borden & Riley #41 tracing paper, bought in 20 yard rolls, 36″ wide. These cost about $15 CND from Curry’s and generally get a good number of costumes out of them; the current roll I’m working on has done almost all of Tiki, Anna, Libra, Say’ri, Ike and Emmeryn. (Not including Tiki or Anna’s capes, including Emmeryn’s cape.) (These also make great gifts for cosplayers, given their functionality and price point.) This paper is what your final patterns are on, traced from the drafts you’ve drawn on the sketch paper – you trace them and add seam allowance as you desire. 

Various quilting rulers. I believe these are called 8th rulers, but I’ve encountered so many names for them that I’m not sure what to call them beyond the quilting umbrella. We like quilting rulers because they typically have a lot of demarkations we use a lot, and they measure across the entire surface of the ruler, rather than just down one edge. I can measure 3/8ths away from an edge (looking through the clear ruler) and then draw a straight line that is exactly 3/8ths away – that kind of thing. Something like these Westcott ones in 18″ and 26″ are great.

A french curve. With enough practice you can draw curves like a beast with a straight quilting ruler, but a french curve will help you get all those angles. Plastic three-piece kits like this one are cheap but invaluable; I think I’ve been using the same $3 ruler set for like ten years now.

A large eraser. You’ll make changes. You will. Standard Staedtler white erasers are my favourite.

Mechanical pencils. Don’t use regular pencils. A 0.5mm mechanical pencil will prevent you from constantly running to the sharpener and your lines will be neater, thinner and hopefully smudge less. Regular pencils will get you dull lines as they lose their sharpness.

A big surface to work on. Currently it’s the kitchen table for us, but when necessary we will spread out on the hard floor; try to avoid this whenever possible because it will hurt your back and knees over time. You may want to acquire a large folding worktable or find some sort of dedicated surface to work on that isn’t your kitchen table, too; my table is 10+ years old and looks like hell already so I don’t mind working on it, but lots of craft work will eventually damage the surface. The poor thing gets wiped down from graphite and pencil nicks and whatever all the time. 

Good lighting. We don’t have this and it is slowly killing me.

Scotch tape. Sometimes we use the tracing paper to trace an element, mirror it (flip the paper over) and then tape it to another part of the pattern to repeat something. Alternately, we sometimes use it to trace and element and then MOVE it in the pattern. Notice how in that image I wasn’t using scotch tape? That’s because I was out of scotch tape. Scotch tape is neater and thinner, and while harder to reposition than masking tape, a lot less distracting/ugly.

A flexible tape measure. Need to make sure two seams are the same length? This guy. Need to do a long distance your quilting ruler can’t cover? Make notches along the way with this guy. Need to figure out a measurement on yourself and transfer it to paper? This guy.

Paper scissors. Sing it with me: you never, ever, ever cut paper with your fabric scissors. Keep dedicated paper scissors and dedicated fabric scissors and never, ever cross over. In this household, we mark the handles of paper scissors with white electrical tape. You know there are commercial locks on the market specifically to lock your sewing scissors together to prevent the ignorant from using your sewing scissors to hack into cardboard? I’m serious. They’re wonderful.

Some sort of filing system. Patterns are very easy to lose. We use standard 8x11.5″ envelopes for our patterns, sometimes larger/thicker for bigger projects. If a pattern is not in use, it goes in envelope – no excuses, don’t lose pieces. (But hey, if you do… you can trace another off your draft!)

Some sort of labelling system. Nothing sucks more than unfolding a dozen drafting papers trying to find so-and-so’s shirt or so-and-so’s pants ‘cause later down the line you realized you could use it again… if you could find it. 

Anyway, them’s the basics :) I’ll try to follow up soonish with more on this subject, because I honestly think it’s the most helpful thing I’ve learned in this hobby, hands down.

- Jenn

The Eagle of the West and the Bear of the East (RusAme Avatalia AU)

Word Count: 13,169 (rest available to read on FF)

Summary: The Avatar, born as an air nomad, had long been accustomed to doing things his way. He left his tribe to complete his Avatar training as he saw fit, mastering firebending and even earthbending, most difficult element for airbenders such as himself. But to truly master waterbending, to properly maintain balance in the world, he has been told there is only one with the skill (and endurance) to teach him. They call him the Bear of the East, a formidable bender named Ivan. But the Avatar may gain more than just training from this skilled master with the amethyst eyes.

 The Eagle of the West and the Bear of the East

 Wind whipped at his cheeks, burning his exposed flesh as he cursed these low temperatures for the eighteenth time that morning. All around him, signs of winter’s true encroachment made their presence known. His return to the Western Air Temple had been as successful as he could have hoped; he had gathered information and obtained a way to act upon the advice he had received. But it filled him with a melancholic weight to go back there, to hear everyone ask if he was returning for good, if he had learned the error in his ways. The Avatar had returned to his birthplace in the west, but only for brief guidance on how to proceed.

 It had begun in the Earth Kingdom. There, with its multitude of resources, scholars, scrolls, and masterful benders, Alfred had sought to complete his training. Unfortunately, his impatience and stubbornness had outweighed his reserve and that of all who came into contact with him. He was told to return home and embrace the instructions he had spurned all those years ago. And there, he addressed his current dilemma.

 To be a fully realized Avatar, he needed to master each element, be able to manipulate the very seams of their world to his desires. Fires raged and extinguished themselves in time with the sway of his fingertips; the ground cracked beneath the lightest of his steps. Before even all of this, he danced on the very whispers of wind, letting it carry him to the clouds.

 But the source of all life remained elusive. Despite earth being his natural opposite, it was water that proved difficult for him to control. Everything about it stumped the Avatar; he himself would perspire after several minutes of trying to keep a sizable volume of water suspended before him. Soon, it would slip from his grasp, splashing against him to wash away some of the sweat, but none of the frustration.

 But there were no benders who wished to teach him. Many instructors who came highly recommended ultimately gave up for this reason or that. And that was how he found himself seated on a bench beside an open air market within the Norther Water Tribe, seeking audience with the man who would be his last resort. The Bear of the East, he was called, though the explanations for such a name varied. Some say it was due to the furs he wore, others claimed the name came from his ferocious nature, others still attributed it to his moody temperament. Whatever the case, he was said to be something of a master and, just as importantly, was never one to back down from a challenge. Any fight, mission, job of any kind, he was too stubborn to refuse and, even if it took months, would continue to work at it until it was complete.

 That kind of sheer bullheadedness was just what a man needed to work with the Avatar. Or, so he had been told.

 He shivered slightly against the growing chill. Summer was over and autumn was brief; this far north, winter would be arriving quickly and powerfully. The people milling around him, bundled up in white furs and pale blue coats, did not seem to mind as much. For all the wisdom of hundreds of past lives, Alfred had not shown much prudence when selecting his clothes. He was dressed in a motley of articles acquired from all his travels; as a result, he looked to be from just about everywhere: the Earth Kingdom of Ba Sing Se, the Fire Nation, the Western Air Temple, and more recently, the Northern Water Tribe.

 The Avatar glanced around, the crisp wind ruffling the stubborn strand of hair atop his head. How long was he expected to wait? Hunching his shoulders up, he rubbed his hands together, back and forth, the friction and his bending causing smoke to rise between his fingers. Ah, much better. So engrossed in his newfound warmth, he did not at first notice the large shadow looming over him.

 “So you are already a firebender.”

 His hands flew apart as his head whipped round, eyes darting all around; he did not have long to look, for the person before him was hard to miss. It became clear in that instant that the meaning behind the Bear’s name could plainly be attributed to his size. Alfred had never seen anyone so large before in his life; the Bear towered over his place on the bench, his already massive frame exacerbated by the layers of thick furs he wore. Bright violet eyes met his own blue ones with almost alarming ferocity and assuredness. A thick travel-worn scarf was wrapped snugly about the thick column of his neck, nestled above broad shoulders. His arms were crossed, stance full of judgment.

 This giant of a bender would be his teacher.

 “Are you,” Alfred began, but paused. He had never learned the man’s first name. There was only one way to go from here. “Are you the Bear of…the East?” It sounded absurd to even his ears.

 The violet eyes of the hulking giant narrowed infinitesimally. “You learned the elements out of order,” was all he said in answer. His voice was deep, rumbling, full of surety.

 Alfred grimaced, but nodded. He would not be cowed to the hidden accusations. “Yes. I did. And I’m glad for it.”

 “You were supposed to learn water first,” the Bear pressed, not about to be deterred.

 Alfred’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Water wasn’t going so well. But I’m here now, and I want to learn.”

 “You need to learn. It is your duty.”

 They stared at each other for a long moment. Around them, members of the Water Tribe went about their day; gondola riders glided silently through the water while, on land, a few necks craned as their owners walked by, curious as to the exchange between the odd duo.

 “I’ve been told you’re the best to go to,” Alfred began. “I need a teacher and, well, isn’t it a sign of how capable I am if I can learn in whatever order I want?”

 The great Bear seemed unimpressed. The corners of his thin lips were pulled down in a frown that had not quite left him since he first spoke. His full face gave off very little of what he was thinking, it seemed to Alfred, who always found it hard to read people.

 With little warning, the towering man turned his back on Alfred and began striding away. Alfred gaped after him; the Bear’s long legs and loping strides brought him almost around the corner in a matter of seconds. His head of silvery hair turned, then, a single violet eye peering at Alfred. “Are you coming?” he said coolly, his soft, deep voice barely carrying.

 The Avatar scrambled, hurriedly collecting his bags and jogging after him. “Say, uh, I didn’t catch your name,” he panted as he caught up. “Think I should know what to call you if you’re going to be teaching me.”

 “You can call me Grandmaster Ivan,” the Bear, Ivan, said simply, not slowing or looking at Alfred.

 “Grandmaster? So you’re an actual teacher?” Alfred had conjured up an image of a lone rogue bender who got in a lot of professional fights, or was a member of the army, or perhaps a royal.

 “Clearly. And I will be teaching you. But first, you need to get proper clothes. You will not be warm enough dressed like that this far north.”

 Alfred excitedly waved away the comments. “Airbenders can re-”

 “Can regulate their body temperature, I know,” Ivan cut in, nodding. “But you will not be doing any other bending besides waterbending while you are learning with me.”

 Alfred stopped in his tracks as they were halfway across a bridge. Water sloshed beneath them as gondolas glided slowly through the waterways. Alfred clutched his beloved glider as he stared in incredulity. “Aw, come on, now, there’s no need for a blanket ban on all other bending!” he said imploringly.

 Ivan shook his head. “Immersion is the best way for you to learn. You should have mastered water first anyway, so if you did it properly you would not be using any other bending anyway.” He turned away as Alfred stomped his foot in protest, teeth grinding. He continued giving Ivan a thorough list of exactly why he should be able to use his other bending all across the bridge, down several streets, and to the stall where Ivan carefully purchased thicker clothes for Alfred to wear.

 “From now until the end of your training with me,” Ivan said firmly, pushing the thick coats, shirts, and so forth into Alfred’s arms. “You are a waterbender, and a waterbender only.”

Alfred’s free hand felt warmer and warmer by the second, and he was sure the simplest movement on his part would have half the Northern Water Tribe melting in seconds. Alfred did not come quietly; rather he muttered in a very carrying voice all his protests, which fell on deaf ears. When he was level with Ivan, he caught sight of his expression and realized none of his bitter rantings seemed to be having the desired effect.

 Rather, the Bear was smiling.

 “Something funny?” Alfred demanded, the bottom of his glider clacking against the compact ice and snow they strode on.

 “Not at all,” Ivan replied with that same amused look. He walked on, throwing a few curious glances at Alfred’s glider.

 “It expands,” Alfred explained after the fourth look. He demonstrated, the apparently long thin plank of wood folding out to reveal sprawling wings. In a burst of pride and forsaken modesty, Alfred added, “Now watch.”

 Ignoring Ivan’s claim of “I know what it does!” Alfred grabbed tightly onto the wings, gave himself a running start, and kicked off. Through the cool northern air he flew, up over the streets and sparkling white rooftops. The sun flashed in his eyes where it danced in the rippling river water as he rose and dove, twisted and turned. The chilly air bit at his exposed cheeks, turned the back of his neck to ice, but even then Alfred felt alive, exhilarated, rejuvenated such as he had not during all his time of waiting for the Bear to show up. Even with the powers of all the elements at his disposal, Alfred felt most alive when in the air.

 He smiled cheekily and waved down at Ivan as he passed over him. Suddenly the towering figure did not look so imposing from up here. Now he was but a blur of blue and purple hues topped by a shock of silver hair. Though it was hard to tell from this distance up above, Alfred thought perhaps Ivan looked something close to awed.

 When he’d had his fill of showing off, Alfred gradually lowered himself and came in for a smooth landing fifteen feet from Ivan. Some of his earlier wonder was barely visible beneath his renewed sternness. “Very good, if you can control the air. That won’t help you much with water, though.”

 “Not unless I can just fly over it,” Alfred pointed out smugly as he folded his glider once more. His cheeks were burning with cold, reddened from the wind whipping at them. As they resumed their walk, Alfred let his bending keep himself warmed inside. Beside him, Ivan looked equally unaffected as if he could do the same.

 “But you cannot as a waterbender,” Ivan reminded him, leading them through a small yet ornate gate that brought them outside the main walls of the city. “Put those on,” he added, nodding to the clothes, now slightly chilled from where Alfred had discarded them on the ground for his little flight session. Alfred did so, with much protest and hardship. Big as they were, the clothes were difficult to put on over his other garb, and by the time he was done Alfred felt exceptionally stiff.

 Ivan watched all of his struggles with mild amusement. “You can change out of your other rags when we get to the house,” he said as he once more turned without warning and walked on. He decidedly ignored Alfred’s rants and protests as he led them down a tidy winding path out of the main city that traveled through a quaint smaller village area. Further and further it stretched, giving way occasionally to stretches of empty fields and one large lake. Some of the water was frozen over, though enough was thawed where fishermen clad in the traditional blue of the Water Tribe were pacing. It was near this lake that they went, Alfred now several paces behind Ivan as he craned his neck every which way to take in all the sights.

 They arrived at a small wooden house bearing intricate wood detailing around every corner. Just beside it was yet another, single-story wood structure that looked to be about a quarter the size of the main house.

 “This is where you live?” Alfred asked in open disbelief. His lips were turned up in a wry smile. It clearly wasn’t big enough to be a proper school and had all the homey touches of being someone’s private residence. “Kind of imagined something bigger or darker for someone who gets called the bear.”

 “I did not think up that name,” Ivan replied, gathering wood from a nearby fire before opening the door. “And you’re the only one to call me it to my face.” He hefted up the bundle of wood as he stepped into his house, carefully tugging off his boots.

 “Guess I’m just full of surprises for you, huh?”

 “Not really.”

 “What!?” Alfred charged after him, only to be dead stopped by a large hand against his chest. “Oof!” he choked, stumbling back. Vaguely he wondered just how dense Ivan had to be not to be moved at all by that.

 “Shoes off,” Ivan requested simply, moving further into the house. Inside saw the continuation of the intricate woodwork seen on the exterior, making up a small but comfortable home fit for one and a few guests. “No need to give you a bigger ego,” Ivan added as he carefully set his collection of wood into a rack beside a stone fireplace nearby.

 Alfred bent over to undo his shoes. Or, he tried to. But the layers and layers of thick clothing left him unable to do more than simply sway dangerously forward and back. Biting his lip, Alfred grunted as he bent forward. Felt a sudden jolt. Lost his balance.

 Arms windmilling, Alfred began to tumble forward, only for large hands to wrap tightly around his arms. Slowly, his eyes traveled up those thick arms clad in blue, passed impossibly broad shoulders, finally to rest on amethyst eyes. Ivan’s pale eyebrows were raised in obvious humor, an unmistakable smirk tugged at his lips. Alfred scowled, delicately pulling free with a dignified huff.

 “Yes, your training really taught you a lot,” Ivan drawled, not moving from his spot so close to Alfred. His response was an indignant glare treading dangerously into pouting territory.

 Yeah, yeah, so this is your bear cave, yadda, yadda. Let’s get to splashing some water around.”

 “Splashing water around?”

 Bad move, Avatar, Alfred realized with a sigh. Teachers of all elements could be very…particular about how their subject was handled. “You know what I mean.”

 “You know what I mean…what?”

 Alfred stared blankly at him. Surely, he didn’t mean…?

 But the violet flames dancing in Ivan’s strange eyes gave Alfred his answer.

 “You know what I mean…Grandmaster,” Alfred ground out, barely moving his lips.

 Ivan looked far too pleased, nodding in abundant approval. “Very good. That was not so hard, was it?”

 “So, Grandmaster…when do we start already?”

 “Tomorrow morning.” Ivan returned to tending to the fire. “You just came from a long trip. Nothing I teach will stick if we try anything today. Tonight the goal is to just rest and prepare.”

 “What!? Nothing until tomorrow? Aw, come on, I’ve come all this way, I’ve waited all this time to learn waterbending- why waste twelve hours?”

 “You wasted plenty of time skipping water,” Ivan countered, rising from his place by the hearth. He took long, loping strides into the other room, returning with a large basin of soup, which he placed over the crackling flames. Their golden light caressed the round underside of the basin, amber against black. Liquid could be heard splashing around within as the large pot swayed forward and back, echoing in the vast chamber.

 “You’re not going to let that go anytime soon, are you?” Alfred said, arms folded tight over his chest…or as tight as they could be in these thick confines.

 “Yes, I am. You had specific instructions to follow, rules that followed the very nature of our world, and you completely disregarded them.” Even in his disapproval, Ivan gestured for him to head further in. Alfred wobbled over, working to peel off a layer or two, now that they were inside and he would be near the fire.

 “You sure do know a lot about the Avatar, don’t you,” Alfred said dryly as he padded over. He took a seat beside a pile of oversized cushions.

 “I do. For any bender it is important to understand all the other elements to truly master your own. And Avatar history is included.” Ivan stirred the contents of the round basin with a ladle, bringing it up to his thin lips and tasting experimentally. “Not warm enough.”

 “I can speed that up,” Alfred offered, raising his hand and closing it into a fist. Ivan yelped, dropping the ladle as if it had bitten him. “I only meant to heat the soup! I’m sorry!” he cried in alarm, flying to his feet.

 Ivan stared, hand clutched to his chest, shoulders rising and falling. “You…did not…you only got the soup,” he got out at last. He hurriedly moved his hand away, as if hoping to undo the action.

 “Then what happened?”

 “I told you, no other bending while you’re here! Especially firebending!” Ivan snapped, eyes suddenly blazing. He turned back to the soup, now steaming hot, and bitterly doled out great spoonfuls into two bowls.

 “It was an accident, alr- Grandmaster,” Alfred said sullenly as he accepted his dinner. “You’re way too on edge for your own good.”

 “And you are not on edge enough,” Ivan countered tersely, blowing at his soup. “You have duties and a tribe to contribute to.”

 “You say you’re so knowing of the four nations. Then you’ll know Air Nomads value freedom above everything else.”

 “And I also know they live a life of restraint, of discipline that any member of the Fire Nation would respect.” The light of the fire splashed across Ivan’s full features, his pale brow and shock of thick light hair. His violet eyes looked almost brown.

 Alfred’s eyes remained trained on the floor, somewhere between his thickly padded feet. “Well…I like to think that love of freedom puts me well within my rights to live as I choose. That kind of life wasn’t the one for me, so I was free to pursue my own path.” With renewed surety, Alfred forced his sapphire gaze back up to collide with Ivan’s amethyst one. He knew a fleeting moment of triumph when he saw those violet spheres widen slightly; Ivan had been caught off by Alfred’s refusal to be shamed. And why should Alfred be made to feel ashamed? It was his choice for his life, and no one was to tell him he was wrong. “I made my choice and I don’t regret it,” he said with finality, somewhat lessening the effect by turning to his soup right after. For several long moments, only the sound of Alfred’s spoon against the glass bowl broke the persisting silence.

 “Well, then,” Ivan said after a pause. “Perhaps you do have some helpful training after all.” He hesitated, then began eating his own stew as well.

 Alfred made a noise of approval, slurping up some broth. “You got that right, Grandmaster Bear,” he teased, unable to help himself.

 “Please don’t make a habit out of that.”

 “Oh, I have to now that you said that.”

 “Spirits give me strength.”

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Aries Sun +___ Moon =

Aries Sun + Aries Moon = 

This combo makes for a surprisingly family-oriented one! This person is all or nothing and generally isn’t much of a partygoer. Filled with passion, the double Aries somehow comes to keep it under wraps while others can feel it radiating, brimming with fire. It can give people an almost self-fabricated assumption of anger when its really just a piercing energy that unsettles them. They handle emotions with the knowledge of knowing their capabilities while hardly realizing it may be insensitive to others, they’ll often need their privacy, and overall want everything to be on their own terms at all times.  

Celebrities with this combo: Marlon Brando, Celine Dion, Lucy Lawless, Gary Oldman, Leighton Meester 

Aries Sun + Taurus Moon =

So modest!! These people have their wavering doubts, as we all do, but they never consider themselves anything more than a human being doing something they love/living their lives. Their ambitious nature is of one that we should all strive for, it is dauntless. Their Taurus Moon can ball up the restlessness with their emotions into this bowl of hunger that’s just dying to be filled with something, they’ll find that something and typically overindulge (i.e., the arts, substances, sex, violence). No worries though, they’ll tame it eventually, but their roar stays. 

Celebrities with this combo: Robert Downey Jr, Keira Knightley, Quentin Tarantino, Elton John, Pharrell Williams. 

Aries Sun + Gemini Moon = 

Connection plays a HUGE role in the lives of Aries-Geminis, relating to people is of most importance. They tend to have a true sense of purpose within themselves that they must express even with their fear of failure, they try and try and try. Their emotions often conjure their way into anxiety, an anxiety that’s not evident because they feed off of it and truly makes their interactions painfully genuine. Their emotions are flexible, if they’re around a certain tension then their relatable nature will kick in and they’ll be there empathizing with you. At times their blunt nature can be abrasive but they speak their truth! 

Celebrities with this combo: Ewan McGregor, Jennifer Garner, Jackie Chan, Bette Davis, Jessica Chastain

Aries Sun + Cancer Moon = 

This combo makes for someone who goes through their bouts of humility but comes to embrace every thing about themselves, they loosen up more and more as time goes on. In the moment is the way to go for these people, they have many emotions and they want to act on them and feel they’re free enough to do so. Although, they do act with such confidence, they are highly sensitive to their surroundings and though they act out their emotions instinctively, they still have others they repress. Build up of emotions is likely!

Celebrities with this combo: Heath Ledger, Miranda Kerr, Alessandra Ambrosio, Paris Jackson, Emma Thompson

Aries Sun + Leo Moon =

Self-care conscious and in need of others to be the same. They question themselves often, believe in the possibility of change, and if something doesn’t make them happy then they’re surely not going to do it! Being around them may give you a sense for them that they’re too self-involved and they are to an extent, they want to spread love but the self-awareness is strong in this one. When they’re upset, they need time to sulk and wallow quietly to themselves but their pity party won’t last long. 

Celebrities with this combo: Jesse McCartney, Jessie J, Mandy Moore, Vivienne Westwood, Andrew Lloyd Webber

Aries Sun + Virgo Moon = 

This person will find their work to be their home away from home and the darker side of things engulfs them, they get a bit of a rush from it. This is probably the most restless Aries+Moon combo, maybe…, their attentiveness to the reality of things and need for improvement can drive them into insomnia often. Most of their emotions stem from such; feeling that they’re not enough. These are some tough people to know and even if you feel you do, do you really?

Celebrities with this combo: James Franco, Leona Lewis, Adrien Brody, Marvin Gaye, Leslie Mann

Aries Sun + Libra Moon = 

Oh boy…how others perceive them is where their thoughts wander off to, always. They’re deeply afraid of getting older, settling down and aging??? What??? They acknowledge their blessings but emphasize the importance of getting over the obstacles life will put in your way. Concentration isn’t much of a strong suit for them but loyalty is. All of their emotions linger and make separate appearances every now and then, sometimes bursting at the seams or desiring for that explosion of insecurity they’ve built up.

Celebrities with this combo: Kristen Stewart, Fergie, Alec Baldwin, Maya Angelou, Akon 

Aries Sun + Scorpio Moon =

Eccentricity is either blatantly obvious in this combo or a subtle discrepancy that will rear its head when hearing their thoughts. It’s almost a coping method for them to be ruthless to disguise the intense emotions that lie underneath the in-your-face-courage. Emotions for them get channeled into bundles of creativity and they put on the best of facades. There’s much to mask and Aries is known for their overcompensating ways but these people are honest in what they speak. 

Celebrities with this combo: Lady Gaga, Mariah Carey, Charlie Chaplin, Linda Goodman, Steven Tyler

Aries Sun + Sagittarius Moon =

NEVA SAY NEVA is the motto for this combo. Their dreams are possible, each and every one, and that’s the thought process they stick with. Opportunities will naturally come to them because they live and breathe these possibilities. Risks for them are second nature, if they want to do it then they will, for some it may take a bit longer for the courage to build but once they put their mind to it, its a sealed deal! They want their emotions to be expressed and at times the fear of not living up to expectations can be their downfall. 

Celebrities with this combo: Emma Watson, Paul Rudd, Jim Parsons, Selena Quintanilla, Tim Curry

Aries Sun + Capricorn Moon =

This combo is independent but their support system gets all of the credit; those that are close to them are necessities in their decision process. These people don’t conceal what they’ve done, they boast of it all. They understand their emotions need to be dealt with so being honest with themselves is the first step when handling them. Indecisiveness and overly critical people especially bother this combo.

Celebrities with this combo: Kourtney Kardashian, Reese Witherspoon, David Tennant, Kate Hudson, Billie Holiday

Aries Sun + Aquarius Moon = 

Strong opinions, focused, and challenges are attractive to these people. The insincerity of the world gets under their skin, they want to work their way to the top and be authentic the whole way through. Their work is what they want to speak, their personality is bland to themselves but being pure, creative, and composed is far from such. Their emotions are kept private but a debate with them will feel like a reveal of all of what they feel, but more towards the world than themselves. 

Celebrities with this combo: Russell Crowe, Victoria Beckham, Steve McQueen, Conan O’Brien, Amanda Bynes

Aries Sun + Pisces Moon =

Another indulgent Moon, but paired with Aries Sun it makes for a person who pursues their indulgences without any inhibitions. Loneliness is a deep fear for this combination, they treat themselves well but disregard the toxicity of others and find therapy in giving to whoever they please. Moody, impulsive actions that result in them wanting to escape their emotions through a hobby.

Celebrities with this combo: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Hugh Hefner, Kenny Chesney, Abigail Breslin, Jamie Chung

Pokemon Go (Female) Trainer Cosplay Tutorial Part 2: The Jacket

Yesterday we went over Part 1: The Romper! Today we go over the next big piece to this cosplay: The Jacket! (Click the title above to visit the first post.)

For this piece of the cosplay I altered a jacket pattern I bought, you are welcome to use this pattern or get your own preferred pattern and use the tips I outline below to help you in altering it to fit the cosplay.

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Request: Pokémon Poffins

Next in our parade of requests is Pokemon Poffins, requested by kaospersona.  I highly recommend that you do this with friends (if for no other reason than because it’s fun and you are NOT kneading all that dough by yourself.) I followed what seems to be the norm in making these by kneading the food coloring into the dough. If you wish (and if you have enough mixing bowls), you can always divide up the ingredients and mix the food coloring in with the wet ingredients, which is by far much easier than trying to get a smooth color while kneading. 

As many of you know, the fillings vary from one type of poffin to another. The choice as to what type of jam or jelly flavor you use is entirely up to you. You don’t even have to use a jam or jelly: for my bitter blue poffin, I made a cream cheese dip with dill, parsley, garlic salt, and pepper, and used that. Your options are endless. 



  • 2 - 3 cup Flour, and more as needed
  • ½ cup Milk
  • 2 tbsp. Sugar
  • ½ tsp. Salt
  • 2 tbsp. Butter
  • 1 tsp. Yeast
  • 2 Eggs
  • Food coloring
  • Sprinkles or seed toppings


  • Jams, Jellies, and other fillings of choice

Prep Time: 1 ½ hrs.  |  Bake Time: 10 - 15 min.

Makes: 8 - 10 poffins


Step 1.) Follow the instructions on your yeast packet to prep the yeast. Wipe down a surface where you will be kneading your dough.

Step 2.) In a mixing bowl, combine your milk, sugar, salt, butter, and 1 beaten egg. 

Step 3.) Add in 1 cup flour as well as the yeast. Combine, then slowly add in the remaining 2 cups of flour until you have a kneadable dough (this may take more or less flour for some.) 

Step 4.) Flour your kneading surface and your hands. Split your dough into 8 - 10 pieces and begin the kneading process: Add in 1 - 2 drops of food coloring if desired, then food the ball in half and knead for 8 - 10 minutes. Do this with all of the pieces of dough (see? This is where your friends come in handy. If you are also intending to have more than one of a color, you can wait until the second kneading to split up the dough to make things go faster.)

Step 5.) Spray a wide-bottomed bowl with cooking spray and place the kneaded balls into the bowl, rolling them around to pick up the grease. Cover the bowl with a towel when done, and allow to rest for 50 min.

Step 6.) After the first rest, knead each ball for 1 - 2 min. and allow to rest again for 10 - 15 min.

Step 7.) Preheat oven to 350 °F.With a rolling pin, flatten out each ball until it is large enough that you can easily fit 1 tbsp. of filling (there should be about 2 inches of dough around the filling.) Pinch the dough closed around the filling, careful to not let any slip through (your poffin will come apart.) Be sure that the dough has combined along the seam- even if there is no filling in the seam, it can still come apart if it wasn’t pinched together enough. 

Step 8.) Gently mold your poffins into the desired shape and arrange them seam-down on a greased baking sheet. (you may need to do two batches, as they will expand.)  Beat the second egg and brush the tops with the egg. You can use this to glue the sprinkles to the top of your poffin.

*Tip: as you will see in the picture below, the egg can brown on your poffins, so if you don’t want that, just use the egg to glue on the sprinkles and don’t brush on any extra. 

Step 9.) Bake for 10 - 15 minutes. Allow to cool for 10 min. Serve warm!


There were a few that broke open during the baking process, but even those were gobbled up by my roommates and me. The bread is soft and mild, a good base for any filling you choose (even if you have to scrape it off the pan and back into your poffin!) This was a fun recipe to make, and I would like to do them again sometime to try out more fillings!

Screenshot from PokeAwesome by Egoraptor (warning, language)

Burning Desire [Sebastian Stan x Reader]

Summary: In which Seb can’t keep his hands off you at the civil war premiere

Word Count: 1620

Warnings: smut bc i need some more seb smut in my life

Originally posted by bbuchanann

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” Sebastian whispered into your ear. His hands were on your waist and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as his touch sent chills down your spine.

“Once or twice.” You teased as he left sweet but sensual kisses on your earlobe. You had to try your hardest to surpress a moan as he lightly nibbled on your earlobe.

“Maybe I should show you.” Sebastian replied, his hands on your waist getting lower and lower with each word that fell from his plump lips. The way he licked his lips and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he subtly grinded his hips against yours - subtly of course because there were hundreds of other people in the room if not thousands. People were talking faintly in the background but it was all just white noise to you. You two were at the Civil War premiere and after the two of you went inside Seb couldn’t keep his hands and eyes off of you. You didn’t mind of course because his touch was euphoric. The two of you were outside the move screen waiting and subtly lusting after eachother.

“This dress needs to go before I go crazy.” Seb whispered in your ear as he gripped your hips tightly before slowly almost painfully grinded into you. You couldn’t stifle the moan that came out as he did so, luckily the sound of theChris calling Robert’s name muffled the sound. To the outside world it looked as if the Sebastian was simply holdng you close and whispering sweet nothings in your ear that was definitely not the case. His hands were on your hips and his name on your lips, you couldn’t help but moan each time you felt him touch you.

“Fuck you’re so hot I need this dress gone now before I rip it off infront of everyone.” Sebastian said his voice getting rougher and sexier as he spoke. Each word murmurred against your neck sent vibrations down your body and straight to your core. You couldn’t help but feel aroused Sebastian was more enticing than he looked. You sucked in a breath before turning around and grabbing Seb’s hand. He looked at you with arched brows.

“Let’s go home so you can rip this dress off.” You said and Sebastian smirked. You pulled him into the waiting car.

“Thank god we’re home I nearly pounced on you ten times in the car.” You confessed smirking at Seb who simply licked his lips in a way that made it suddenly hot.

You didn’t want to waste no time and neither did Sebastian so swiftly you removed his belt and then undid his trousers. His trousers fell to his ankles and soon enough his boxers fell with them, his hard member slapping against his stomach making your mouth water. Sebastian smirked as he followed the direction of your eyes. He didn’t even care if he ripped your dress because he took your dress off forcefully by the time he was done you were left in your just your sexiest lingerie and the dress was strewn across on the floor with multiple rips at the seam. You didn’t care because desire was flooding your senses and all you wanted was Sebastian.

“I need you Y/N, I need you right now.” Seb said almost pleading as he kissed along your collarbone.

“Then take me right now.” You replied biting your lips as you felt him nip at your neck.

“Against this wall?” Sebastian asked.

“Just fuck me.” You replied and you could of sworn you heard a growl come from Sebastian

Instant Sebastian had you against the wall wasting no time on ripping the underwear off your body. Once your bra was off your nipples hardened almost immediately as they were exposed to the cold air, your whole body was was prepared and waiting for what was about to happen next. Seb’s hand came up to your hair, he planted a trail of kisses along the stripe of your neck. The anticipation was killing you, you couldn’t wait any longer all you wanted was Sebastian but he was taking his time which you didn’t appreciate.

“Please Seb I need you.” You begged because you needed him inside of you.

“I know baby and I need you too.” Seb said planting a kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck waiting for his next move.

“Jump!” Sebastian said and you obeyed jumping so that you were in postion with his member. Your back pushed into the wall as you arched back against it in anticipation. Sebastian made sure that he was fully aligned at your entrance before thrusting his hips forwards entering you. He stayed still allowing you time to adjust to him before he started moving. Your back against the wall, your hands wrapped around his neck as slowly thrusted into you to make sure you were comfortable. He was always loving especially during sex.

You couldn’t help the moans that spewed from your plump pink lips as you felt him thrust for the first time since he entered you. You always loved the way he left you time to adjust instead of thrusting without warning it was just Seb being his usual sweet self. You of course had to give him a nod of re-assurence so he knew he could start moving because that was all you wanted.

His thrust were rhythmic and everytime he thrusted his hips forwards into yours you were pushed further back into the wall. One of his hands gripped your hips and his other hand layed flat against the wall for support as Seb thrusted into you making you moan his name over and over like a mantra.

“Fuck you’re so goddamn tight!” Sebastian exclaimed and his dirty words only made you moan more as he thrusted into you harder making you want to scream his name out. Luckily for you your house was quite a distance from your neighbours so you could be as loud as you wanted. You couldn’t help the scream that erupted from your throat as he thrusted into harder and faster making your arch back, your head hitting the wall as he did so. Every thrust was getting you closer to the edge and making you moan like it was a reflex to his him thrusting into you.

You were clinging on to him for dear life as he fucked you up against the wall. It was even better than you imagined it on the car ride home, you were guilty for leaving so soon but the delicious feeling that spread through out you each time he thrusted into you made that guilt wash away. You whimpered as he started pounding into your mercilessly, you couldn’t even process anything because you were too focused on the feeling of having him inside of you. You could hear his low and lustful groans as he watched your breasts bounce up and down he each time he thrusted into you, he adored the postion you were in because he could watch you come undone easily.

The way your back was arched and the way you moaned constantly was turning Sebastian on. He didn’t need anything more than the sight of you to keep thrusting into you faster than he had ever done during sex. He wasn’t really rough in bed but here the two of you were fucking against the wall in your hallway right by your door. Sebastian was impatient all he wanted was to be buried deep inside of you and give you heights of pleasure. You were just as impatient as him, you both wanted the same and that was how you two landed up fuckinng against the wall.

He was slamming into you each thrust were pure bliss and you knew you couldn’t last long with each euphoric thrust of his. The grip on your thighs tightened as he used all of his strength he had left to thrust into you. Your body moved upwards as he thrusted into, you hair now a mess from being dragged up and down the wall. Nothing else mattered than the sound of your skin slapping against eachother, your moans and Sebastian’s deep throaty groans. The two of you were experiencing the most of amount of pleasure you could have and you loved the sensation that flooded your senses.

Sebastian pulled your legs further up his torso allowing him to thrust into you at a new angle, this new angle allowing him to hit your g-spot with each blissful thrust. You knew you wouldn’t last long especially with this new postions and neither would Sebastian. Because of the new postion you were moaning even louder practically screaming his name and it was driving him closer to his orgasm, he could feel himself coming.

“I-i’m close.” You exclaimed and Sebastian didn’t hear you at first still focused on getting both of you to your orgasm. Once he had snapped out of it he looked at you nodding. In seconds his the pace of his thrusts had quickened and you were moaning like it was the only thing you knew how to do. He didn’t stop and you didn’t understand how he was still keeping it going because you were exhausted and if it wasn’t for your hands wrapped around his neck you would of collapsed.

You couldn’t take it any longer everything Sebastian was doing was driving you over the edge. You bit your lip to supress a scream as you came. Sebastian didn’t last long after witnessing you succumb to your orgasm, you were taken over by it and he loved the way your small moans and whimpers as you experienced your high.

Sebastian pulled out of you and carried you upstairs. He ran a bath and the two of you got in and once out and changed you fell asleep in his arms almost immediately.