taking off layers

i want you to hear me. i want you to take off my many layers as gently as you can, i’ve been stripped of my personality too many times. i want you to hold me. i want you to spend mornings with me and count all my freckles. i want you to absorb all of who i am. i want you to be upfront and honest. i want you to question all of my being. i want you to take my hand and run with me. i want you to look at me when i’m vulnerable and learn how to comfort me. i want you to let me be stubborn and stop me when i’m mean. i want you to tolerate my obsessions and habits. i want you to help me grow from past mistakes and stay with me through the ones to come. but most of all, i just want you to love me.

  • [Dazai enters the agency wrapped in an extra layer of bandages]:
  • Atsushi: Dazai-san! What happened??
  • Dazai: Atsushi-kun.. I had an accident..
  • Kunikida: Your birth was already an accident all along.
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Yoooo so I can post Maleficient WIP pictures finally! 

It was about a week long project. I draped it in one day, then procrastinated for like 2 weeks, and then cut and sewed it all in on the Tuesday before the con. Because I’m smart. 

It’s stretch velvet, faux leather, and whatever that shiny liquidy purple fabric is. It’s basically designed in removable layers. It has a giant removable underskirt that it can be worn without depending on how obnoxiously long I want the train to be. And the sleeves are removable, because the entire costume is insanely hot so having the ability to take off several layers of velvet is a godsend. And the collar comes off too - half because it’s hot and obnoxious to wear and half because I wasn’t sure how to attach it to the base dress so I left it as a stand alone detachable piece. So it’s really nice to have a costume that has options that I can decide on the day of the con depending on the weather and how sick I am that day. 

petalloso replied to your post “do you ?? not feel cold ? i relate to evens need for 299384 layers on…”

“take of your coat, even” isak says. “imwsorey isak. these layers… they hide my true form.” “pls.” “ok.” he takes off his layers, only to reveal… his true form, that of a jacket itself.

isak, pretending like he didn’t notice two episodes ago that even is anything but winter clothes;

‘Crumbling’ - via Tumblr instant message system.

-

He fell apart more slowly than she expected, piece by piece, crumbling into nothingness. First the extremities - outstretched fingers, hands, arms, legs - falling to the floor like a cascade of sand.

Funny,’ she remembered thinking, stumbling backwards, ‘I thought it would be more liquidy.’ The gun fell from her numb hands, hitting the ground with a clunk that went unheard over the sounds of his scream.

His body went next, large pieces of skin fracturing off and falling to the ground, shattering to bits of crystal when it hit the floor. The destruction worked its way from the outside in, taking off layer after layer, revealing parts of the ghost that were not meant to be seen.

Even as she pressed her hands to her mouth, covering up her own shriek of horror at what she was seeing, she thought, ‘It’s for the best. This is what had to happen.’’

Last to go was his head, the deterioration starting in the back and curling around to the front. Hair sloughed off, ears dropped, and his chin literally hit the floor. Although his body was completely gone, a glow hung in the air where his core had been, and twin stars still gleamed where his eyes had stared at her, so startled and in so much pain - terrible afterimages burned into her own eyes. His dying scream echoed around the room, fading into silence.

“I’m so sorry,” she choked out, falling to her knees and letting her tears drip down her face and stain the floor.

There was nothing left but a pile of dimly glowing sand left to answer.

Lifehack for keeping warm

People think that one thick layer of clothes, like a heavy or baggy sweatshirt, will be warm enough. Actually that’s not quite true because there’s only one layer and it may not trap your body heat properly.

A few thin layers will keep you warmer because the layers trap more body heat. That’s why you have sheets, a blanket and then a duvet or comforter on your bed.

So you could wear a tank top, a T-shirt or thin long-sleeved shirt and a sweatshirt on top, and you’ll feel more comfortable because less cold air can get under the layers.

Sometimes just a tank top under a sweatshirt is enough, but you may need another layer between the tank top and sweatshirt if you still feel cold.

Dressing in layers is also helpful because you can take a layer off if you get too warm and still be more or less decent to be seen in public. :P

2

Was a bit anxious about getting into the pool today - as that foot I banged up the other day is very tender and stings in the shower like a mofo. 

And I had looked at the workout for today and saw it included rounds with fins - and there is no way I am wedging that foot into a rubber fin right now and further taking off layers of skin in the process.  So the coach told me its totally fine if I just do everything without fins.  And actually it could make it a bit harder on me but I was fine with that part.

For the most part the foot felt ok - just very sensitive but I managed to put it out of my mind and swim AFAP each time it was called for today - which was alot.  The good thing was that the intervals were longer so at least there was a bit more time to try and get my breathing/heart rate down before taking off again.

200 swim/kick/pull

10 x 25 on :45  

  • 1-4) build up  
  • 5-8)burst + cruise
  • 9-10)AFAP

50EZ

4 rounds

  • 50 AFAP
  • 2x25 AFAP
  • 50 AFAP
    • Round 1 = 1:10/:50/1:10
    • Round 2 = 1:20/:55/1:20
    • Round 3 = 1:30/1:00/1:30
    • Round 4 = fins, same interval as round 3
    • 1:00 rest between rounds

(My final 50 of the 4th round was my fastest - once again impressing the coach with how hard I push myself).

100 EZ

16 x 25 kick w/fins @ :30/:35/:40

  1. odds = fast/easy
  2. evens = AFAP

100 EZ

Then I swam a few hundred more at the end to get myself to 2000 for the day

2000/57,950/342,050

Jon: the world benefit greatly from the cease of your insistent banter

Ed: RUDE

oh man guys it’s so hot right now in southern california. Like no cloud in the sky, sun high and blazing, it’s barely 7 am and it’s already 80 degrees Fahrenheit, kind of heat. It’s beginning. 

Ugghhhhh

And tomorrow we’re hitting triple digits *cries*

I hate summer.  What does this heat benefit? you can’t do anything comfortable outside unless you wanna burn, your garden plants get cooked, your poor pets get overheated, traffic becomes more hellish than regular. *sigh*

At least it “cools” down somewhat around 5pm ( the breeze starts kicking in and thankfully not a too hot one). I should enjoy this before real summer heat hits.

At least i have good heat tolerance, but i still hate it.

How the x-men react to the cold

Charles- he’ll snuggle up in front of the fire with a hot cup of tea and a good book.

Eric- he is quite used to the cold, from his travels, but he is fond of a sweater.

Alex- he doesn’t really get cold because of his mutation, but when he does, he is a giant baby about it.

Scott- he tries to act like it doesn’t bother him, but his teeth are chattering

Kurt- it gets quite chilly in Munich so he was always told to wrap up warm. So on warmer days in the mansion, he’ll take off layers throughout the day, only to put them back on at night, because he likes to be toasty warm for bed.

Jean- growing up in new York, she’s used to changes in climate, but she does still like to bust out her sweet blazer collection.

Peter – he is such a baby, insisting on burying himself under several blankets with a pile of comic books

Warren- like Scott he pretends that it doesn’t bother him, until he can’t hide it anymore and wraps his wings around himself.

Ororo- she could of course make it warmer if she really wanted to, but usually she just leans with her back pressed against the radiator.

Jubilee- she sees the cold as an opportunity for her to extend her wardrobe, growing up in sunny California, she never got to snuggle into a giant jumper.

 

have  a great day and be safe

healmymemories  asked:

Hey! So I live in California, but I'm moving to St. Louis, MO in September. I'm used to ~50s F in the wintertime and St. Louis gets much colder than that (~20s F?). I don't have a /ton/ of money for a new wardrobe, so what would be considered the essentials for a born-and-bred Californian not wanting to freeze their ass off in literally freezing climates? (ps I know it snows in CA but I've never been to those parts for more than 2 hours at a time, so...)

L A Y E R S

Buy layered clothing so you can mix and match and put on or take off layers as necessary. You’ll get used to the cold soon enough (I lived in St. Louis, it’s really not that bad*), but consider investing in some heavy layers for the beginning, like a fleece zip-up or even long underwear. If you ever wear tights or leggings, know that fleece-lined leggings exist and they’re amazing in winter.

You should also get a good winter coat as soon as you can. And buy a hat and gloves, as well.

*Disclaimer: Before St. Louisians come after me, remember: I live in Chicago.

I’m on the east coast, so when it’s cold outside like this I always forget how my bladder is so sensitive to temperature. I’ll drink my morning juice and coffee, go out to run errands, be fine in the grocery store, and then take one step outside and with the cold air the urge will hit me so strong I’ll have to cross my legs quickly. Then it’s a decision of whether I want to rush home in this weather or go back inside, play it safe and use the toilets but deal with taking off all my layers. Wearing tights under my pants also doesn’t help with pressing on my full bladder, making me feel desperate a lot quicker than usual and also throwing off my judgement of how badly I really have to go. This morning I decided to make it home, I was feeling a lil risky and had woken up from a sexy dream last night so wanted to play a lil with myself when I got home and I love a full bladder for that ;) I started walking home and as I got colder I could feel myself getting more sensitive to everything and my pants felt like someone literally  had their hand on my bladder and with every step was pushing on it - at first gently, then with more and more force. I started to look around and see if I could duck into a coffee shop nearby and use their toilet, unsure if I could actually make it home at the rate I was going. I’m pretty good at knowing my limits normally, but trying to focus on carrying my bags of groceries, walking without slipping on the morning frost, taking tiny steps for my desperation, and constantly thinking about holding (I was at the point of active desperation, having to remind myself to hold on because my body wanted to let go so bad), was too much. With my long coat on I also couldn’t grab myself even a little bit if I wanted to, so that was out of the picture. I didn’t see anywhere I could use the bathroom, so as I waited for a light to change about three blocks from my house I stood doing a little dance, crossing one leg over the other and rocking back and forth, just trying to hold on. After another block of this I just couldn’t stand it - I was doing an unconscious pee dance walking down the street and I just had to let some out. I stopped to try to control my leak, and just let enough out that I wouldn’t totally burst. The warmth in my panties was almost too much but I regained control, feeling it dripping into my tights and pants. At least it was being absorbed by the layers. I rushed home, still doing a litte dance, and when I put my key in my lock another squirt escaped. (This is an ongoing problem, the second I get close to a toilet or home when I’m this desperate my brain starts to let go and I end up losing control for a second) I dropped my groceries at this point and crossed my legs while squatting down a bit, trying not to lose control entirely as I pushed open my door. I was doing a total dance now, jiggling my feet as I felt squirts escaping, trying to hold on as I grabbed my groceries and put them inside, and ran to my bathroom. There was now a steady dribble coming out, so I threw off my coat and unbuttoned my jeans and got those down before I absolutely burst, sitting on the toilet, through my panties and tights. I felt myself moan involuntarily, the pee shooting through my tights, and when I looked down my legs were shaking. I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to a real fucking accident- which I don’t usually do on purpose. Didn’t have my full bladder fun as anticipated, but writing this out again now and remembering those desperate moments has me wet in a different way…..so I’ll still have my fun ;) 

Droughtlander...

Sam’s SA accent 😂
Sees you later! 😂😂
Cait saying they can take off some layers whilst looking at Sam 😜😜😜
September 😡😡😡😡

It better be fucking awesome to make us wait that long!!! JHRC

@radiantdescender reached for the stars

{ ☁ } ;; The weather outside felt particularly nice today, which the creature preferred far more than the cold weather from prior days. Opening his mouth, he took in a deep breath of air before slowly exhaling it back out. The air here was particularly finer than what Toki dealt with on his home planet, but that hardly bothered him by this point. At first it hurt his lungs, don’t get him wrong, he’s just gotten more accustomed to the thinner air. Though with this nicer weather this meant he had no need to worry about finding shelter from the chilly winds like he had previously.

             Taking off the extra layer he collected up on the side of the road days ago, he shook himself from head to toe. Majority of plant life still rested in its own type of hibernation, but that hardly stopped Ritoku from flopping down onto the solid ground. The grass would survive no matter what he did, so he hardly thought twice about his choice. Eyes stared up at the bright blue sky above his head. It felt refreshing to be free, to no longer be trapped behind hard walls not allowed to go anywhere that he so desired to. His sheltered life lay so far behind him that he almost forgot about the brand on his wrist.

xfandomx  asked:

ok for awhile I did not think much of Gabriel but after tonight's episode and seeing him in a frEAKING WIFE BEATER JUST MADE MY FEELS GO THROUGH THE ROOF HOLY CRAP! TIME TO GO READ ALL OF YOUR IMAGINES/PREFERENCES AB GABRIEL

I’M SO GLAD YOU WATCHED THE EPISODE AND NOW SEE HIM IN A NEW LIGHT CAUSE BOY HE WAS HOT OH MY GOD (AGAIN THANK YOU WHOEVER DECIDED HE NEEDED TO TAKE OFF ALL THOSE LAYERS)

For those of us who are Ford fans...

You know…  we’ve fallen in love (some of us platonically) with a character whose most revealing outfit is this:

Look…  it’s a V-neck!   OK sorry that just amuses me.  I think that’s part of why I like him…
And…  you know they’re elves here so is that part of the costume like his ears?  (For those who have headcanons about scars, tattoos, or other things under his sweater.  In other words, if he had any of those things, did they disappear for the sake of this costume?)  
And on another note, that’s probably also his cleanest outfit… O_o  But to be honest, the dirt and tatters are part of what I appreciate about him.  

Beauty and the Beast (Part 4)

Summary: Beauty and the Beast

Characters: Dean x Reader

A/N: As always let me know what you think!!!

Part 1 Part 2Part 3

Originally posted by dorianmage

The next day Dean didn’t scold you for showing up late. He didn’t ask you to get coffee. He barley even acknowledged you as he slipped a set of keys into your hand, grunting “Just an oil change”

You grinned as you took the keys from him. Sprinting across the garage towards the other car. Dean watched you, unable to keep a small smile off his face as he saw how much happiness came from a simple oil change.

You began to take off your outermost layer, leaving you in just a tank top. Dean quickly averted his eyes back to the car. Now was definitely not the time to be thinking like that.

-

“Socket wrench”

“Coming at you”

You raised your head out from under the hood of a car just long enough to grasp the wrench that was tossed lightly in your direction.

“Oil rag”

“Got you” You reached into your back pocket and tossed the rag at him without even looking.

It had only been a few days but after that many hours of working in silence together you had learned how the other worked pretty well.

While still few words were shared between the two of you you had managed to figure out how to work in sync. Always knowing what the other was doing and if they had what you needed.

Dean shut the hood and waved the car he was working on off as you did the same just seconds later, gladly shutting the garage door behind him to signal that was your last customer.

“That all of them?” Dean asked as he walked over to the desk to begin filling out paperwork.

“Yup” You popped the ‘p’ as you strolled in the opposite direction, picking up your clipboard to fill it out as well. After a quick pat down of your body you called out “pen?”

Dean picked one off the desk and held it up to show you he had one before tossing it in your direction. Mid-arc, however, the door opened and Sam stepped through, nearly getting hit in the head with the pen.

You giggled as you caught it, scribbling down a few things on the paper “Damn, you missed him. You’ll have to throw harder next time”

At this Dean chuckled as well, his eyes not coming off of his own paperwork “Trust me had I known he was coming I would have”

At this Sam looked up at his brother in shock, he couldn’t remember the last time he heard him laugh like that.

“Alright well I’ve had to pee since 1 so I’ll finish this when I get back” You sighed as you set it down and headed for the door.

“You better come back this time” Dean threatened, a small smirk on his face as he finally looked up at you.

“Yeah yeah” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

“I’m not doing your paperwork for you again” He called as you simply laughed, walking out.

Dean looked back down at his sheet, a small smile still on his face until he realized Sam was still in the room. He looked up at his brother through his lashes to find him standing there with a dumb smirk on his face.

“When are you going to tell her?”

“Tell her what Sammy?” Dean sighed, going back to his paperwork.

“That you like her”

At these words Dean’s pen stopped and he glared back up at his brother “What?”

“Come on it’s obvious” Sam said with a grin on his face “I’ve never seen you so happy”

“I have no idea what your talking about” Dean grunted, forcing his eyes back to the paper.

“Yes you do” Sam insisted “Come on just ask her to dinner”

“No”

“Tonight”

“Definitely not”

“Why not?” Sam asked, actually curious as to what his brother’s excuse would be.

“Because I’m not dating a coworker”

“She’s not a coworker” Sam was quick to point out.

“Oh right I’m her boss” Dean said sarcastically “That makes it so much better”

“Don’t think of it as a date. Think of it as a thank you.”

“A thank you?”

“Yes I know the concept is foreign to you but just try”

“Why are you so insistent on this?”

“Because I want you to be happy” Sam answered immediately with a  soft smile before the sound of the house door shutting sounded, signaling you were on your way back “If you come back over alone I’m going to punch you” Sam threatened.

“Well now I’m scared” Dean grunted sarcastically, bringing his eyes back the paper as Sam left the garage giving you and Dean some time alone.

You walked in, a small smile still on your face “Look I came back!” You exclaimed.

Dean chuckled at this “I’m so proud”

“As you should be” You nodded with a small giggle as you walked back over to your clipboard.

Dean watched you fill it out, the swooping motions you would make as you wrote, the way your tongue would poke out of your mouth when you were thinking of what to write, the way you had to constantly tuck your hair behind your ears as the loose strands fell forward. Though he hated to admit it Sam was right.

“Hey thanks for staying a few hours after” He said casually.

“No problem” You shrugged “We had quite the crowd today”

“That we did” Dean nodded before continuing hesitantly “So it’s like 7 do you wanna grab something to eat”

This caught your attention as your head immediately jerked up to meet his gaze “You don’t have to do that”

“Do what?” He shrugged “It’s just dinner.” He paused before continuing with a slight smirk “I’ve got to show my favorite employee that I appreciate her”

You rolled your eyes “I’m your only employee”

“Ergo my favorite”

You chuckled “Well that was so sweet now I feel obligated to go”

Dean grinned “Alright I’m going to go change then we can head to that dinner down the street.”

As he said this your conversation with Ellen flashed through your head. “We don’t have to I’m fine with just eating at your house if that’s easier”

“Nah I won’t subject you to Sam’s poor excuse of cooking” He chuckled “I’ll just be a minute”

You nodded and went back to your paperwork, a million thoughts flying through your mind.

Did Dean Winchester just ask you out?

-

Mere minutes later Dean was back in a plaid shirt and leather jacket that suited him well. He sent you a smile and led you out back to the same barn as the first day, this time rolling out the gorgeous black impala that you were forced to ignore the first day.

You couldn’t help but let your jaw drop a little as you walked towards it. Dean motioned for you to get in and you softly ran your fingertips over the body before pulling on the handle and getting in.

You slid onto the leather seat, running your fingers over it as well. “She’s beautiful”

At this Dean chuckled “Yeah she was my-uh-my dad’s” His voice got softer towards the end, you could tell his dad was a touchy subject so you dropped it.

“Where did you say we were going?”
“Just a dinner down the road” He shrugged, pulling out onto the road and turning up the radio; quiet classic rock tunes filling the car.

You nodded and looked out the window, watching as the scenery whipped by, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you.

-

Dean pulled into a semi empty parking lot, your breath caught in your throat as you recognized the sign of the dinner, it was Ellen’s.

You urgently looked on the sidewalk, praying that Miles wasn’t anywhere around, but Dean passed the corner too quickly. He pulled the car into park and you sat in the seat silently, trying desperately to get your breathing to stay calm.

Dean, however, looked over at you, concern on his face “Hey are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine” You answered immediately, almost too quickly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” You repeated, more to assure yourself of this than him.

First off there was no guarantee that he would be there, it’s not as if he would be hanging around the diner all of the time. Second you had Dean with you, the guy is 6’1” and built like a truck. If anything did happen Dean would be sure to stop it fast.

With these thoughts in mind you exited the car, meeting Dean behind it and following him inside.

You smiled as you were greeted by the familiar dinner setting. Dean sat in one of the booths and you did the same on the opposite side.

Almost immediately Ellen was in front of the table, a notepad in her hand and an apron around her waist. “What can I get-“ She began before cutting herself off upon recognizing you and Dean sitting before her.

“Dean Winchester” She raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised to see him.

“Hello Ellen” He offered her a smile.

“And Y/N” She finished with the same confused tone.

“Hi Ellen”

Her eyes shifted between you and Dean, a knowing smirk appearing on her face causing you to blush slightly.

“Alright what can I get for you too” The smirk had traveled to her voice only managing to make you blush further as you and Dean quickly ordered your drinks.

Dean chuckled as Ellen left “I think she thinks there’s something going on between us”

You chuckled at this as well, not entirely sure how you felt about this. Do you want something to be going on between the two of you?

-

The rest of the dinner passed easily, a comfortable conversation falling over the two of you as for the first time the two of you got to know each other.

As you left the dinner you stuck much closer to Dean as you rounded the corner, though he didn’t seem to mind, before allowing yourself to relax as you saw, for the first time, an empty street.

You breathed much easier after that and conversation continued to flow, you trying to avoid to topic of Miles and Dean avoiding it as well. Just as you had sensed that his father was a touchy subject he sensed that the dinner was the same way for you.

As he pulled the impala back into the barn you found yourself hesitant to get out. Not entirely sure that you wanted the night to end yet. Dean seemed to feel the same as he got out of the car slowly, you following soon after.

The two of you headed back towards the house before you stopped, looking up at the sky “It’s a beautiful night tonight”

Dean smiled, looking up at the stars as well “Yeah that’s part of the reason I like it out here. The stars are always so visible”

You nodded “It always gets me just how many of them there are”

“It’s almost like there’s an infinite number of them” He agreed before looking down back at you “Would you like to join me for a walk”

“I’d like that” You said with a soft smile as you followed him, subconsciously moving so close to him that your arms brushed every once in a while.

It was mostly silent as you watched the stars, a sudden shiver running up your spine causing you to shiver.

“Oh here” Dean responded immediately, shrugging off his leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“Oh no that’s ok” You said immediately.

“It’s no problem” He chuckled, throwing his hands into his pockets.

“Won’t you be cold?”

“I’m fine” He laughed again “Just take the jacket”

“Alright” You shrugged, putting your arms through the sleeves “Just know you’re not getting it back for a while”

-

Sam watched through the window with a grin as the impala pulled back in.

“Are they back?” Cas called over his shoulder. Sam only grunted in response. “Did they bring me something?”

“Doesn’t look like it” Sam responded with a chuckle.

“Well I don’t see why I couldn’t have just gone with them, I want food too” Cas whined.

“Because they needed sometime alone” Sam responded, doing his best to hint at what he really meant through his tone.

Cas simply nodded thoughtfully as Sam returned to looking out the window, watching as Dean draped his jacket over your shoulders, with a grin.

“What’s going on?” Cas asked, peeking around Sam “Did he just giver her his jacket?”

“Yes he did” Sam answered proudly.

“Why would he do that?” Cas asked causing Sam to chuckle and roll his eyes.

He bit his lip watching his brother interact with you “I think there might be something there”

“What’s there?” Cas asked, his eyebrows drawn in confusion.

Sam looked back, sending Cas a skeptical look “I’ll tell you when you’re older”

“I’m as old as you are” Cas stated, confused as to what Sam meant.

Sam simply brushed him off, looking back out at the two of you, sitting on the ground watching the stars.