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How to make felt wings

You can make angel wings in a lot of ways and this is how I made a pair out of felt for my latest cosplay. This technique is fairly simple but takes a lot of time.

I started by drawing the shape of one wing on a piece of paper (One wing was for me around 33x26 cm). It is a good idea to also draw out how you want the feathers to be on the paper wing so you can get a hint on how big they should be.

For the feathers I used white hobby felt that I cut out in to six different sizes. This step is by far the most time consuming (it take a lot of time!) and I highly recommend making a pattern of the feathers in cardboard to make the process easier. I made around 600 feathers in total to cover back and front on both wings.

To make the feathers more stiff it is a good idea to coat them with mod podge. Just one coat makes a lot of difference and help the wings keep its shape. (I did not do this step with the smallest feathers since they did not need to be stiff).

To see how I wanted the formation of the feathers I placed them out on the paper wing and took a photo so I could check it later on.

For the base of the wings I cut out the shape of the wing in craft foam. Since I wanted the small feathers on the upper part of the wings to be a bit higher up I glued on some extra craft foam there.  

To hold the base up I used some black worbla that I twisted the lower part of to give them some angle so they didn’t lay flat. To make sure no color show between the feathers everything was painted white and a stripe of felt was glued over the worbla.

Next I started to glue the first row of feathers to each other. Since I did not want to glue them direcly on the foam wing yet I used needles to help mark the placement of the feathers on the next couple of layers.

When I was done gluing the bigger feathers together I took the foam base away and used some transparent paper to draw out the shape of all the feathers except the first row.

I then placed the paper over the foam base and made dots where the inner corners where the feathers on the lower row met. I then draw a line above it and cut along it. This was made because I realised that the felt feathers where a bit see through and the shape of the foam base could be seen. Higher up it were more feathers and harder to see it.

The base was glued to the feathers and was then flipped over and feathers where glued to that side as well.

For my cosplay I needed red stones on the wings. I used two glass prism, black worbla and some red and gold paint to make them. However this made the wings heavier then they needed to be so if you are making something like this, try to use a lighter material for this part.

And they are done! Time consuming but really light (even with the stones) and easy to make.

~Bubblefish

Don’t ever tell me that marching band isn’t important.

I have had so many problems with public schools putting all the emphasis on athletics. When a school’s budget is cut, they don’t choose to take a little from each program. No. They choose to completely eradicate the arts programs, usually starting with the marching band. If you don’t play sports, you’re not a valuable asset, you’re not qualified for scholarships, and you mean nothing. Marching band? Why would we be impressed that you’re in marching band?

Anyone can do that.

Okay, fine. Anyone can do marching band. Anyone can spend hours on the field doing the same forty-second section over and over and over and over. Anyone can hit over 75 precise dots on the field with the correct step sizes, the correct amount of steps, the correct timing, without being so much as an inch to either side, in order and without looking at the yard line markers or the field. Anyone can memorize all of those extremely specific points on the grass and varying counts for steps and then execute them with a shako visor pulled down over your eyes and looking up at the press box the whole time. If you look down at the yard line markers to see where you are, congratulations, you just lost points for the group.

Anyone can memorize eight pages of notes, rhythms, dynamics, phrasing, and tempos. (But of course, before you do that you have to learn an instrument with hundreds of different fingerings and learn how to make slight changes in your lips to change notes and stay in tune.) Memorize all seven and a half minutes of music and then marry it to the seventy-five pages of drill you memorized. Do them both perfectly and at the same time. But you can’t just do what you memorized. You have to do it in perfect sync with everyone around you and know how to make the slightest adjustments to fit perfectly within the group. If you’re an inch to the right or barely a thousandth of a step sharp, it’ll throw everything off.

But anyone can do that.

Then add in the fact that you don’t get any individual credit for doing this. The closest you’ll come to recognition is your identity lumped into “The Such-and-Such Marching Band” as you all march onto the field looking exactly the same. You don’t have a number on your back. You have a uniform intended to erase you and turn you into dot T14 and nothing more.

But, for some reason you can’t explain, you love it. You love throwing everything you have into this ridiculously precise pursuit and then not getting any credit for it. You start thanking people when they call you a band geek. You start taping pictures of marching bands into your locker. You start wearing your band shirt everywhere you go. Because you look at the person in an identical uniform next to you and you know that you’ve done this for them and they’ve done this for you. This is more than just a team, this is a family; and if one person is missing from the form, the show can’t ever be the same. 

It costs so much money, so much time. You’re out there on the field in the blazing sun for fourteen hours a day during summer band camp, out in the street getting frostbite on your fingertips during the holiday parade. If anyone knew what you went through for this, they would wonder what made it all worth it.

And the truth is, what makes it all worth it cannot be described. It’s the camaraderie between you and the center snare, the colorguard newbie, the tenor sax player in the set in front of you. It’s the sunset behind you lighting up the back of your plume. It’s the hazy nostalgia that racks your chest with emotion. There’s something about the family you’ve chosen and the experience you’ve internalized that gives you the passion to throw everything down onto that field like nothing else matters in the world… because in that moment, it’s true. 

Your nerves are damaged from the cold. Your skin is damaged from the sun. Your joints are damaged from marching and marching and marching. You’re physically and mentally drained, your body is irreversibly compromised, you’re broke as hell, and all you have to show for it is a polyester jacket and a couple of blurry photographs.

But sports are what require hard work and dedication, not marching band.

Even though you complained basically the entire time you marched and even though you’re done with it, you pull out those photographs and you remember. You remember your first day of high school band camp when you had absolutely no idea what you were getting yourself into. You remember your first final retreat when they announced your band’s name as state champions, and you wanted to cry with happiness but you weren’t allowed to move, so you just clenched your fists so tight that your fingernails dug white crescents into your palms. You remember coming back the next year and thinking you knew everything as a sophomore, only to realize there was still so much to learn. You remember the band trips you spent months fundraising for, all the lame tourist attractions you visited between performances, and how you wouldn’t trade those memories for all the money in the world. You remember being a junior and getting nervous because people looked up to you now: as an upperclassman, as a section leader, as a friend. And then you were a senior and you cried on the final day of band camp. You remember how your life became a series of lasts. You had to decide which of the freshmen would inherit your band cubby, your lucky bottle of valve oil, your bus seat. You went to graduation but it didn’t mean anything because you still had one last band trip coming up. You didn’t shed a tear when you tossed your cap but you cried like a child after your last parade. You remember on the plane ride home, you expected to feel devastated and heartbroken, but you just felt… empty.

You remember printing out what seemed like the most difficult solo in the world. You remember driving up to your college and entering a room with a chair and a stand and a couple of people giving you skeptical looks. You remember getting an email from the college marching band with your audition results and reading it with tears of joy in your eyes because you realized it was starting all over again.

But marching band doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t matter.

Tell me that it doesn’t matter. Tell me as many times as you want. You could scream it in my face and I still wouldn’t hear because the music we’re making is too damn loud to let anything else in. 

Tell me that it doesn’t matter when I’m standing on the field for the last time, knowing that everything behind me will last forever and that nothing will ever mean more to me than this… and all you’ve got is some money and a jersey with a number on the back.

Do not ever tell me that marching band isn’t important. It is everything to me, and it is everything to millions of other band geeks across the world.

When you refuse to support kids because they participate in the arts rather than athletics, you’re no better than the football player who takes lunch money from nerds.

To all of my fellow band geeks… keep marching, even if the world tells you it’s not worth it. It is. God, it is worth it, in ways no one else but you will ever understand. Continue your band career in college. Audition for a drum corps. Stay active in your high school band as an alumnus supporter. You are all my family. 

anonymous asked:

do you have anywhere specific you look online for fashion inspiration? every time I just browse pinterest or instagram like every single ~fall outfit idea~ is skinny jeans + earth toned boots + cardigan + scarf and I'm SO BORED.

YES I KNOW THAT LOOK, the white girl in fall look; it’s not a bad look, but it’s a very predictable look, and I totally understand wanting to move away from that. I too moved away from a look that wasn’t bad, yet was also literally and figuratively stifling. so, how do you find inspiration? 

what I do is follow individual style bloggers + and street style blogs/accounts. 99% of this takes place on instagram, so get ready to download the app. if you’re going to use pinterest, make sure to search “street style”, not “style”. street style is what you call photos that are taken at various fashion weeks, of models and influencers and designers and average people who wanted to dress up and see the shows. it’s a great way to eyeball trends and to find things you can mix and match for yourself. often you’ll see a person whose look you really like, and it only takes a reverse image search to find them on instagram. nine out of ten times they’ll have a style blog of their own. if that sounds like a lot of work, it is. so here are a few of my favorites to get you started:

street style on tumblr: my only stop is 15x20. it showcases a huge variety of trendy, inventive looks, all put together by people who want to be eyecatching. one of my absolute go-tos. I get the germ of most of my outfit ideas here.

style on instagram: @lookbook is a solid account. mostly it’s images tagged #lookbook by bloggers or would-be influencers, and they’re all real people, so a lot of times you can follow them back to their style pages. one issue is that they usually don’t give details of where to buy the items of clothing they wear. also skews a little younger. 

fashion bloggers I follow on instagram:

@daniellevanier: really inventive, takes risks, is a pioneer of “it doesn’t have to be fitted” imo, and has introduced me to one of my favorite brands ever, ASOS White. sporty, femme, she can do it all. love her. 

@lolitamas: bang on with trends, she always seems to know what’s coming in the new season. she does a bunch of lifestyle blogging too, but her fashion posts are what I’m there for. she’s very sweet, very feminine, and a lot of her looks nail high-fashion casual, which I appreciate the hell out of. 

@masha: does the coolest things with layers and sneakers, and she really brings a lot of texture to every outfit. she looks great all the time, which is probably a curse when you’re that pretty, but she pays it forward by religiously cross-linking her outfit posts so you can track down where she got what.

@mamacaxx: just the most bright and exciting wardrobe; she knows how to make one garment do a million different things. pretty sure she and I bought our lavender frilly shirt dresses on the same day. 

@hhasselhoff: I am smitten by her beauty all the time, and I’m so all over the silk boudoir look she always seems to have going. someday I’m going to find out how she, someone with similar proportions to me, is able to hide her bra straps in all those satin dresses. 

@nicolettemason: femme, queer, and constantly doing awesome things with patterns. this was an immediate must-follow from me, and she’s just come out with a really trendy plus-size clothing line called premme, if any of you ladies out there are interested.

@asos_debbie: SHE KNOWS COLOR THEORY, and knocks it out of the park every time. she’s a buyer and stylist for asos, so she also has the inside scoop on new items that are dropping. also, incredible shoes, always. 

@aspensdottir: I just started following her, and it was the best decision I’ve made all week (and not just because she immediately liked every picture of my cats that I’ve ever posted). she’s incredibly inventive, and recycles various items of clothing in the most refreshing way. I’ve actually tossed a few things in some shopping carts because of her, and even though she’s half my size, the outfits she puts together are super adaptable to anyone. a++

the more you poke around instagram, the more you’ll find new bloggers that appeal to you specifically! it took me about a year to round up the 250 fashion accounts I follow, but it was worth it. now whenever I lack inspiration, I grab my phone and start seeing what clicks for me. good luck! 

Undercover ~ MAFIA!BTS AU PART 2


Paring: Jungkook x Reader ft. BTS

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,635 Words

MASTERLIST

 PART 1 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked patiently at Jungkook.

 “Look Jun-”

 “I’m sorry. I was at a club with the guys, and there was someone, who we didn’t know, that apparently were making some kind of deal, and they started pointing guns at each other and we thought we could step in and get things under control.” Jungkook blurted out as he looked at you from your bed, as you bent down to clean the bloody tiles.

 You sighed heavily as you closed your eyes. Pursing your lips you threw the, now blood soaked, towels in the trash and washed your hands.

 You walked with long steps towards your king sized bed and looked at Jungkook with sad eyes.

 “I’m sorry that it happened to you,” You said as you placed your hand on his, that was resting on his stomach. He smiled at you and pulled you down so you were laying on his chest.

 “I’m better now” He kissed the top of your head, and pulled you even closer to him.


 It had been 2 weeks since the shooting at Jungkook’s club. He told you not to tell anyone so they didn’t get the police involved. You promised you wouldn’t and everything had so far gone back to normal. For you.

 Jungkook held a meeting with the 6 other boys and it was planned that Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung would do a drive-by shooting at one of Sooyoung’s parties.

 Sooyoung was dead of course, someone else had taken over. But this party was planned even before he died and they decided to keep the guest list and party location the same.

“ Jimin, Tae, Hoseok, and I are gonna do a drive-by at Sooyoung’s party,” Jungkook said, motioning one of the guards with a bag over. 

 He sat it down on the table in front of them and Jungkook moved forward to open it.

“Hoseok, I want you to drive.”Jungkook said, laying out a few guns on the table.

“And you three-” He said, pointing at Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin.

“Keep (Y/N) occupied. She’ll be coming over soon.” 

Jimin rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Still seeing her, huh?”

 Jungkook turned to him calmly, his fingers pushing the bullets into the magazine of his pistol. 

 “Yeah, I don’t get bored and fuck other girl’s behind her back either.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. Jimin decided not to strike back and just sat there and watched Jungkook’s fingers as they grabbed onto the next bullet.

 “Shut up you two. We need to get going. It’s starting soon.” Taehyung said, grabbing two of the remaining guns off of the table and walking towards the door.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

 “You’re right.” Jungkook nodded and grabbed his two, leaving two for Jimin. 

 Once they were ready, Hoseok got into the drivers seat, Jungkook was passenger, Taehyung was left back, Jimin was right. Hoseok drove just like everyone else, trying not to seem suspicious at all. 

 They drove slowly down the street at first, many people were sitting outside. A few children, but mostly men and women. 

 “They’re on both sides of the street. Jimin and I have right, Tae you have left. Shoot as many as you can, Hoseok leave in a minute and a half.” Jungkook said. 

 They all nodded and made sure they were loaded before getting in the correct position. Hoseok drove down the street again, then stopped in the middle of the main two houses everyone was at. Hoseok rolled down the windows while Jungkook counted down from 3. 

 “3…2…SHOOT!” He yelled. 

 Guns immediately went up and they shot at everyone. There were no specific people they were shooting at, they were making a statement. 

 They were stronger. Sooyoung is weak. 

 Women and children were screaming, running inside as quick as they possibly could. Men reached into their pockets for their gun, only to get shot in the process. 

 Hoseok’s foot was hovering over the pedal, waiting for Jungkook to say when to go. Jungkook reloaded as quick as he could, and shot at whoever was looking for somewhere to take cover when he finished. 

 There was a man, he was about mid-twenties. Jungkook smirked slightly and pulled the trigger, shooting him directly in the back. The man screamed in pain, falling to the ground. He watched as the blood soaked his shirt, and then began pooling on the concrete beneath him. 

 It was nearly a minute and a half later when Jungkook yelled for Hoseok to drive. His foot slammed down on the gas and they drove away quickly. Jimin sat and watched as they drove away. Men were laying in the lawn, dead. His eyebrows furrowed when he spotted a very small body laying near the steps to enter the house. 

 It was a child. A young boy no older than 6 or 7 years old was laying there dead. Jimin had shot and killed him. 

 “Jimin!” Taehyung yelled, trying to gain his attention. 

 Jimin jumped, and dropped the gun in the seat. He looked over at Taehyung, his vision was clouded with tears. 

 “The fuck happened to you?” He asked as it was odd behavior for Jimin. He’s never emotional when it comes to this. 

 “I-I… I just killed a fucking child Taehyung.” Jimin said as the tears streamed down his face. No one said a word, the car was filled with silence as they drove back to Hoseok’s to get cleaned up before heading back and seeing (Y/N).

They each showered and changed their clothes before heading back to Jungkook’s house. 

Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, and (Y/N) were seated in the living room watching a movie while patiently waiting for them to arrive. Hoseok and Taehyung walked into the room and took a seat on the couch. 

 "(Y/N)! We’re here!“ They called cheerfully, to you, it seemed like nothing had happened. You had no idea that they had just murdered at least 8 people in cold blood, even a child. 

 Jungkook grabbed onto Jimin and pulled him to the side, not yet walking into the livingroom. 

 "What was that out there?” He asked, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. 

Jimin leaned in and lowered his voice, “I shot a fucking child Jungkook.“ 

Jungkook sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “You didn’t mean to." 

 "But I did! That’s the thing! I did it!” His voice cracked, and he looked up at the ceiling, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

 "Man up Jimin! Grow a set of balls and stop being a little bitch!“ Jungkook raised his voice and threw his arms up. 

 "I can’t! Imagine if you were in my shoes!” Jimin raised his voice back, taking a step closer to him. 

 "If you can cheat on (Y/N) and not feel any emotion after she finds out, you can get over this.“ 

 "What does that have to do with anything?”

 Jungkook groaned and again ran a hand through his hair, “If you weren’t sensitive then, then don’t be sensitive now!” Jimin pushed Jungkook and he stumbled back before quickly gaining his balance and preparing for a fight. 

 It was at this point when you had run out and pulled Jungkook away from Jimin. 

 "Jungkook, calm down!“ You yelled, wrapping your arms around him from behind so he couldn’t move. Taehyung held Jimin back and he was kicking and yelling to try to get his hands on Jungkook. 

 "You’re a fucking liar Jungkook! Why don’t you go tell (Y/N) what just happened, huh!? I think she’d love to know!” He yelled while being pulled out of the room by Taehyung and Namjoon. 

 Jungkook stood and watched, you were tightly holding onto him and he couldn’t do anything. When Jimin had left, you let go of him and followed him to his bedroom. 

 "What was that?“ You asked, watching as Jungkook took a seat on the edge of the bed and worked on pulling off his pants, still having to be careful of his leg. It was still healing and he had to take his time. As he got it off, he walked over to one of his drawers and pulled out a pair of black basketball shorts and put on a white t-shirt. 

 "Nothing, he was being sensitive for no reason.” He shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you. He got in his usual spot in the middle of the bed and opened his arms, signaling for you to come lay with him. 

 You pulled off your pants and moved over to him and straddled his waist. This was a normal thing for you and Jungkook, he was patient and never made any moves with you yet. 

 His hands grabbed onto your hips and he looked up at you. You had on one of his shirts and had on a pair of black panties. Your hair was slightly messy but he thought you looked beautiful as always. 

 "What did he mean about you lying? What don’t I know?“ You asked, running your hands up and down his chest, he visibly shivered and tried to keep his cool. Sighing and ignoring your question, he pulled you in for a kiss. You quickly kissed back and you tangled your fingers in his hair, softly tugging on the dark brown locks.

 "J-jungkook… Answer me..” You whispered after you pulled away to breathe. 

  He bit his lip, “(Y/N) please.." 

 "Answer me Jungkook.” He tried to go in for another kiss but you pulled away and got off of him. 

Quickly pulling on your jeans, you grabbed your things and walked over to the door. “Call me when you wanna actually give me some answers, and not use me for sex." 

 You closed the door behind you and went home, not speaking to Jungkook again until he called you later the next day.

Bookmarks: DIY

A simple tutorial on how to make your very own bookmarks.

Materials:

  • Photoshop
  • Laser Printer Paper (preferably 28lb, but 24lb is also fine)
  • Pretty Poster Board or Scrapbooking Paper
  • Glue Stick
  • Scissors & Paper Trimmer
  • Laminator (if you don’t have one, you can buy one at WalMart for $20. They’re SUPER useful to have, especially if you make artsy stuff a lot.)
  • Bookmark Tassels (Optional)
  • 1/8 Inch Hole Punch (Optional)

Step One

First, determine the size of bookmarks you want to make. (Mine are typically 2″ x 6.5″.) When you’ve decided on a size that you like, create a new canvas in Photoshop with those dimensions, and make sure it is set to AT LEAST 300 DPI.

Step Two

Draw your bookmark design! Make sure all of your important stuff doesn’t get too close to your edges because you want to leave a tiiiiiny bit of room for error just in case you mess up when you cut them out.

Step Three

After your bookmark design(s) is done, create another new Photoshop canvas that is 8.5″ x 11″ and set to the same DPI as your bookmarks.

Drag and drop as many of your book mark designs as you can onto your new 8.5 x 11 canvas. Don’t put them very close together, though, as you want to leave enough room to comfortably cut them out later.

Step Four

Assuming you don’t have a laser printer, we’re gonna take a little trip to Staples/Office Depot/Office Max!

Save that canvas with all your bookmarks on it as a JPEG and put it on a flash drive. Grab a small stack of your own paper and put it in a folder (make sure you have a way to show the printer what type of paper it is. You may just wanna bring the whole pack with you, because I know some stores want to make sure you’re giving them laser printer paper to print on, as other paper types will mess up their machines)

Note: I’m not sure about Office Depot/Office Max, but I KNOW Staples will only charge around $0.50 per page to print your image out if you bring your own paper! ♥

Take the flash drive and your paper with you to your nearest office supply store.

Ask the printer there to print out however many copies you want. If you’re very particular about the size of the bookmarks, make sure to tell them to not have it set to “Fit to Size” and instead let it print at 100%.

Step Five

Once your bookmark copies are printed, it’s time to cut them out!

The best way to do this is to use a paper trimmer. You can get a cheap one from WalMart or Michaels for about $5. They’re SUPER useful to have and make cutting straight edges a million times easier.

The reason you want to cut them out before you glue them your poster board/decorative paper is because you want to be able to fit as many bookmarks as you can onto the posters so that you don’t waste any.

Step Six

Time to glue them to your poster(s)/scrap book paper!

I try to buy really unique posterboard that catches the eye and matches the colour schemes of my bookmarks. I usually end up getting metallic colours or holographic poster/paper because that’s what I personally like. I would advise staying away from anything that has textures, though, since you’re going to laminate these later.

Make sure you’re gluing your bookmarks to the BACK of the poster board.

Also, make sure you coat all edges and corners, as you don’t want anything to curl up. A good tip I find is lining any of your bookmark edges up to the edges of the poster board. That way it’s just one or two less edge(s) you have to cut off.


Step Seven

Time to cut out the bookmarks again!

Get as close to the bookmark’s edge as you can so you don’t leave any white poster board backing hanging off the edge. If you have to, it’s totally fine to cut off a millimeter of your bookmark design just to make sure you have a clean trim.


Step Eight

Laminate! Since I already have some Mettaton bookmarks laminated, I’ll use them for this example.

Make sure that when you slip your bookmarks into the lamination sheet, they have a decent amount of space between them. If they get too close, the lamination might not seal all of the way around each bookmark.

Step Nine

Once you get all of your bookmarks laminated, we once again have to cut them out.

It’s very important to leave about a third of a centimeter of lamination on the edge of your bookmarks. If you cut right along the edge of the bookmark, the lamination will eventually peal off, and we don’t want that. We want to keep it nice and sealed.

Be sure to trim the corners a little bit, since they can be kinda sharp and poke you pretty bad.

Step Ten

This part is completely optional, but I love to take an 1/8 inch hole punch and punch a little hole in the top of the bookmark and add a little tassel decoration.

You can find these tassels online from China on Ebay or Aliexpress for pretty cheap. The prices are all about the same no matter who you buy from, so I can’t really give a specific vendor who has the best prices. (Note: pretty obvious, but if you buy them within the US, you’re gonna pay a lot more.)

Bonus Info:

If none of my instructions have made any sense, this video does a wonderful job of explaining the process of bookmark making for artist alleys and whatnot.

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

Title:  All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  Sam hitches a ride back to Palo Alto and meets a mysterious woman.

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader (?)

Word Count:  2415

Warnings:  nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (both receiving), rough sex, angst

Author’s Notes:  Written for @chaos-and-the-calm67 80’s Writing Challenge. My song was “All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You” by Heart (x)(x). I started writing this a year ago after hearing the song on the radio and an image of Sam walking in the rain came to me. Bev’s challenge prompted me to finish it. There is no dialogue in this fic.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by savingpeoplehuntingthings1983

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letting his hyung greet the viewers, enjoy good music and bath under sun lamp light, what a nice boy

he even praised his hyung, atta boy

Soooo :D after you all requested it (about 3 ppl did - but just let me exaggerate in peace) here is part 3 of Isak and Even doing trust excercises <3 
it starts up right where part 2 ended so if you want to read those first: Part 1 / Part 2 

When they stepped back from each other Isak looked over to Magnus and Vilde. Vilde had a frown on her face that changed into a too bright smile when she caught his gaze. Magnus looked a bit deflated when he saw how close Isak and Even had been. The other two had stopped close in front of each other when both decided this was as close as was comfortable, but there was still a hand length between their bodies.

They had been pretty happy with themselves (especially when most of the other couples had stopped a meter or further away from each other) until their eyes landed on Isak and Even. Who were obviously trying to morph into each other to be closer, toes stacked, noses pressed against each other, touching from chests to knees.

Even shot Mags an encouraging smile as the woman – maybe Lille? – announced the next test.

“Everyone, take one of these scarfs,” she said as she went around and handed each couple one of the colorful fabrics.

“I want the light blue one,” Even stage whispered to Isak who rolled his eyes with pure fondness.

“You’re a child, Even.” But nevertheless he hurried over to where the women was and plucked the light blue one from her arm (this got him a rewarding cheek kiss).

“Blindfold your partner and take your place behind them,” came the instruction. Even raised his brows at Isak and grinned.

“So, nothing new there,” he said as he turned his back to Isak who snorted at his words.

Magnus gave a high pitched “What?” at that which got ignored by the other three.

The next exercise was to guide your partner just with your voice through an obstacle course that the woman – Laura? God, he knew it had been something with L – placed on the ground in front of them.

While the woman talked on about how important it was to completely trust your partner for this Isak rested his hands on Even’s hips and his chin on Even’s shoulder. Even leaned into him a bit and tugged on one of Isak’s hands. He understood the gesture and wrapped his arms around Even’s middle.

When it was time to start Isak placed a quick kiss to the shoulder his chin had been resting on and untangled his arms from around him.

“Ok, go one step forward. For the record, we are talking about normal human-sized steps.” Even laughed and took a relatively moderate step forward.

“Don’t do any of your long spider steps.” This got Isak an offended scoff.

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