Some time ago I made a shirt appropriate for the 18th-19th century (thanks to @petalprouvaire for getting me the info to start this project) and today I finally had the necessary sun and help (thanks @mysunfreckle, you’re the best) to take some pictures
These shirtsleeves are the first piece in what I hope will be a full period gentleman’s outfit circa 1830. For now I just ran around in modern boots and trousers, pretending to be a Romantic hero who has no need of the useless trappings of society as represented in a proper waistcoat, coat and cravat.
I advise everyone to make or otherwise acquire a billowy shirt, because they make you feel so dashing! (just don’t be like me and do all the finishing by hand, because it takes ages)
Pairing: Dean/Cas Length: 2.5k Tags: Fluff, Mild Angst, Pining, First Kiss, Canon Divergent Read on AO3
A special thank you to @braezenkitty for being my awesome beta <3
“You just gotta get laid,” Dean said, reseating the burger beside the pile of fries on his plate, this time with a big bite missing. “Or a decent kiss, at least.”
He crumbled a napkin between greasy fingers, tossed it to the middle of the table. Shoved his shirtsleeves up one more time as he tucked his black fed tie under the table ledge and away from the plate. “It’d loosen you up, buddy. And maybe you’d quit tryna live vicariously through horny eighteen-year-olds.”
This was because of the door-to-door canvas. The couple at the park who’d been all over each other, that Castiel hadn’t been able to stop looking at—even after the old, blue-haired lady at 512 Bakersfield Court had made a comment. “Your partner likes to stare…” like she’d never in her seventy-five years of life seen someone curious about such a thing.
“If only that was the first time I heard it, too,” Dean’d smiled back from her stoop, the sharp sun cooking them both in the stuffy Tennessee heat. A marked jab to Cas’ ribs, and a walk to the nearest pub later, and Dean was bringing it up again, because, of course he was. Why talk about the case?
“I only glanced at the couple in the park,” Cas sighed. “It’s not a recurring issue. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Dean laughed, lipped his beer bottle, and took a stout drink. “Sure,” he said. “Glanced at them. Glanced at those girls holding hands last week—though, I’ll give ya that one. I gave ‘em a couple once-overs too.”
“Point is, it ain’t the first time, and you’re a damn liar.”
We see inside of Lucretia’s office - specifically the portrait - and wearing these uniforms of red are seven people. There’s an elven woman who looks.. So much like you, Taako, and she has her arm around Barry, and they’re both smiling. And Taako, you’re just like, front and center frame and you’re cheesing it for this picture. And Merle, you and Davenport are standing side-by-side, and you’ve got your shirtsleeves rolled up and you’re laughing and just like flexing and striking a pose. And Magnus, you’re just kinda standing behind them and smiling and waving kinda goofy. And in the middle of this-this crew, with the same cautious smile you’ve seen hanging over her office for a year now, is Lucretia, and she’s holding her journals, and she’s surrounded by friends. And if you were in her office still, you could see it all, now. You could see the seven of you celebrating a rare moment of peace and happiness during your harrowing journey… And it’s time to remember this moment, now. And all the others that brought you to where you are today. It’s time to reclaim your stolen century.
17/100 days of productivity ☆.。.:*・° 02.07.17 - “we’ll learn to swim in the oceans you made,” ☆.。.:*・°
Since mocks finished last week I’ve had a pretty chilled weekend. I’ve finished reading ‘The Bell Jar’, made some business studies chapter notes and cleaned my room. My main goal for July is to be more organised, focused and hardworking like Spencer Hastings.
so you know how in building evacuation drills they tell you to choose just one important thing to grab before you leave? so imagine the crew having to evacuate the Enterprise for some reason, and Jim because he’s a drama queen says something like “just grab the most important thing in your life and go!” and there’s a moment of panic where everyone is just grabbing stuff left right and center. Uhura is the most level-headed so she just grabs a distress signal beacon of some kind, Bones is losing his shit but he’s always a doctor so he grabs the medical tricorder, Chekov holds onto a really good bottle of vodka, Sulu takes his favourite sword, Scotty is just,,, hugging the bulkhead and Jim is frozen for like a millisecond, wondering if Spock would mind if Jim was to just,,, keep an eye on him just to make sure he makes it to the transporter in time BUT THEN he feels someone tugging at his shirtsleeve and Spock just,,, grabs him and attaches himself onto Jim and doesn’t let go until they’re safe