sleeve twins


A bit late now but here’s something for the Mystery Twins’ birthday! It also happens to coincide with my country’s Independence Day hahahaha

This is Stan’s newest sweater:

Maybe it’s the first time the Pines family is reunited back at the Shack since that summer (dodgy video calls on an adventure ship can only do so much).



2-piece grey faille having boned bodice covered in pleated black chiffon with sequins and crystal beads, black chiffon insert with cream tape lace, sleeve having twin puffs, ruffled collar with back bow and ruffled cuff. Undecorated silk skirt lined in polished cotton with velvet hem band.

anonymous asked:

Ah! Saeyoung, you're the older twin?

Saeran: He’s the older one. And he never misses a chance to shove it in my face.

Saeyoung: That’s right! I was born six minutes before Saeran!

Saeran: I don’t know how you got that information and I don’t want to know.

Saeyoung: I’m the big bro! I have to protect my cute lil sibling! It’s my LIFE’S MISSION~!

Saeran: So annoying…

Trouble (Tattoo Artist!Jungkook)

Plot: 088: “I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint.” + 098: “I think we should have another.” with tattoo artist!Jungkook

Word Count: 687

A/N: so the link to the original tattoo artist!kook post is right here and since this does involve father!kook, all of the father related posts are here, as always it’s not required to read any of the mentioned posts but they’re just there in case you’re curious about them or wanna have a backstory for this post

Your children had always looked up to their father, from the smallest ways to the biggest. They liked to copy his small mannerisms, sitting with their legs apart, adding in a slight slouch. They would laugh whenever he did, even if they didn’t know what he was laughing at but purely because they wanted to be in on whatever their father was laughing at this time. They rarely left his side except for when he had to go to work but even then they would visit him during his free time. They would “help” him doodle new tattoo designs, both of them sat on his lap as he could only smile at them. As mischievous as they were, they loved him and wanted to be like him as much as they could.

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So, something came in the mail today…
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything but I thought I’d start again and change things up a bit.
This is the beginning of a collection of rare and vintage t-shirts I’ve planned to start for a while, and I honestly thought I’d never get my hands on one of these but, by luck has it, I did!


Happy Birthday Rin&Len!

anonymous asked:

Older AU: Have you two figured out how to free Asriel yet? And if not, is Flowey still being the little shit that we all know and love?


No3bs Imitating Twin Towers (Sayaka & Sae)

Kojiharu and Miichan having fun pretending to be the Twin Towers. I like how they seem to enjoy emphasizing the strong bond Sayaka and Sae have.

And when Takamina says that she wants to join DiVA, the ‘Twin Towers’ turn her down because her height doesn’t match theirs. Poor Takamina…

Aw too bad. I would’ve liked to see Takamina dance a bit of one of DiVA’s songs.

Them and their “As expected we are…Twin Towers!” XD

A Dark and Laughing Rain

Because I have no self-control and am clearly falling apart whilst waiting in fear and trepidation to see what’s in store for my cupcake babies, have yet another speculative post-ALIE fic. Someone please make me stop. 

Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain
When she finds love may it always stay true
This I beg for the second wish I made too
But wish no more
My life you can take
To have her please just one day wake
To have her please just one day wake

Gaeta’s Lament, Battlestar Galactica.

Marcus’s leg aches when it rains.

Had he been sleeping the dull throbbing would have woken him; as it is, it drives him to his feet from his spot reading on the bed. Pacing will loosen the muscle.

He likes the sound of the rain against the metal hull of the Ark; he likes the smell of the Earth when it’s fresh and replenished.

That doesn’t make his leg ache any less.

The room soon becomes too small for Marcus. He slips on his boots but foregoes his jacket. The hallway is empty of the living when he emerges.

Arkadia is full of ghosts now. They dog his steps as he travels.

Marcus hesitates outside the door to Abby’s room. There’s no sound from within, and no pinpricks of light seeping out from beneath her door, so he keeps going. His hyper-awareness of his surroundings temporarily blocks out the pain in his body.

Marcus stops inside the open hatch of the ark. The rain makes halos of the lights that shine around the gate. There are guards out there, Marcus knows, but they’re redundant; the biggest threat to them now is within the walls. There are no guards to protect them from themselves.

His leg is uncooperative tonight. The ache hasn’t lessened, so Marcus lowers himself carefully onto his butt at the rim of the ship. He extends his bad leg over the edge – it might get wet, but if he tucks it under him now he won’t be able to stand later. He budges a shoulder up against the wall and leans into it; for a long time he’s alone with dark thoughts and the rain.

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