that dress is a revelation

Filling in the Blanks

It’s a slow Sunday, and Sherlock’s just out of the bath. He slips into his dressing gown, reveling in how, well, relaxed he is. Out the hall and into see John, who’ll no doubt be tap-tapping away on his laptop-

Oh. Except he isn’t. He’s sitting in his armchair, writing in some sort of large notebook. He’s taking long pauses in between words, tapping his pen on the armrest as if trying to remember something. 

Sherlock bends down from above to steal a kiss. “Hey,” he says, and then he spots Rosie sitting on the rug, playing with her teddy.

“Ooh, hello!” he says to her, and she looks up at him in delight. Years ago, perhaps he would have been embarrassed at how easily his voice slips into ‘baby speak’ but now… well, it’s lovely. Who bloody cares.

Sherlock joins Rosie on the rug, and teases her by pretending to kidnap the teddy. She bats him off enthusiastically, giggling.

John smiles. “You two are a right pair.”

Sherlock nods towards the book. “What are you doing?” 

John blinks and hesitates. Oh, Sherlock spots. Slight nerves. But why?

“It’s… it’s a baby book.”

“What’s that?”

John snorts. “Oh, God, come on, you must have had one. I bet even Mycroft had one.” 

He holds the book out to Sherlock. Sherlock stands to take it, and then pretends to pass it to Rosie, just to make them both laugh.

John shuffles off the armchair to join them on the floor. “It’s something… I’d wanted to do it from- from the start, I think, but…well. Everything.”

Sherlock reaches across and squeezes his hand. John swallows, then continues: “Anyway, it’s like a memory book. For her. You can include- you know- facts and photos and things…”

Sherlock opens the book and laughs out loud. “First word? Oh, John, come on-”

He looks up, expecting John to be laughing with him, but John is just grinning at him and shaking his head. “No, I’m serious.”

Sherlock glances at Rosie, then up at John. His heart is beating a little faster than normal. “John. Your daughter, your child… her first word was not my name.”

“Cross my heart.” He kisses Sherlock and Sherlock hardly even registers it, he’s still so shocked. “Well, she could only manage Sher, but that’s at least one syllable right, so I’m counting it.”

Sherlock scans down the rest of the book and feels his mouth quivering.

  • First word: Sherlock.
  • First home: 221B Baker Street.
  • Favourite place: 221B Baker Street 
  • Parents: John & Sherlock 

Sherlock has to hand the book back. He doesn’t want the pages getting wet. 

John props the book up next to his armchair, and pulls Sherlock into a hug. He waits a few moments, for Sherlock to get his breathing back under control, then says: “I was thinking- as long as your case inbox isn’t too intense… if you wanted to help me fill it out?”

Sherlock stares at him, at Rosie, at this family John has let them become. “Yes. Yes, of course. I-I’d like that. Very much.”

Hot Blooded (M)

Originally posted by eatjin

Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).

Blue Blooded

As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.

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An Appreciation of the Emily Kaldwin Aesthetic

I LOVE playing as Emily Kaldwin. I just … I need to tell you guys that. She’s such a rare sort of video game protagonist, a lady who’s not sexualized. 

Shit, she’s even WEARING CLOTHES I WOULD WANT TO WEAR. That NEVER happens in games! Like, I think Lara Croft in the new games had a couple of cool, optional outfits, and some of Commander Shepard’s outfits were all right (boob plate though). But Emily’s clothes are a power fantasy for me. 

Obligatory disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with super feminine or revealing clothes, and if that’s what you like, more power to you. But as someone who has complicated feelings about gender, who enjoys dressing androgynously, Emily’s clothes are a damn revelation. 


The black boots! The long, dark coat with gold detailing, shiny buttons, and high collar! The hint of a crisp, tailored white shirt underneath. Pants! A big ol’ belt! It’s so cool. It’s how I’d dress every damn day if I was a literal empress. 

AND SHE GETS TO FROWN. Sweet Jesus, she gets to sound tired, and frown, and grunt in a fight. 

Look at my girl, RIGHTEOUSLY PISSED. 

She’s taken seriously by the story, by her enemies, by everyone, as a real threat. And she gets to look damn good taking back her throne. 

*swoon* 

you know, the more i listen to Great Comet, the more i realise that either Anatole did his research, or his approach just happens to fit perfectly with natasha’s weaknesses

because natasha is vain - that’s not just an insult that mary uses against her, she genuinely is vain. She puts a lot of effort into her appearance, distracts herself by trying on new dresses and looking at herself in the mirror, and most importantly revels in being the center of attention. She loves when people look at her. she knows she’s beautiful and wants everyone else to see it. And then Anatole comes in and he never stops looking at her (an intimidation tactic in general, but something natasha finds extremely flattering in addition to terrifying), he constantly appeals to her ego (come to the costume tournament, countess, do come - you will be the prettiest there) and drowns out her protests by insisting that he is absolutely mad with love for her

which is also an appeal to natasha’s other weakness, which is that she is desperate for the approval of other people. she’s terrified that andrey’s family won’t like her even as she tells herself that nobody has ever NOT liked her. She loves seeing everyone at the opera talking about her (as she assumes they must be saying nice things). And Anatole’s frantic attention just cements that idea in her mind, that he must feel this way because she is so inherently loveable and not because of any malicious intent on his part 

We don’t know enough about Andrey from the musical to really tell, but i feel like it’s implied that he’s not very demonstrably affectionate - and i feel like…. natasha probably never even realised that that was something she wanted? speaking as a generally rational, mature person who has personally almost done (and actually done) a lot of really REALLY STUPID things for the sake of a little attention, it’s way more realistic than it might seem to have a character appear to lose her mind just because she wants to feel loved so badly that she doesn’t realise what she’s sacrificing

What I want in X-Ray and Vav

-A depressed X-Ray meeting Dragonface.

-A normal-dressed Dragonface taking X-Ray to his house.

-The heartbreaking revelation that Dragonface (“It’s Kerry. Just call me Kerry”) lives alone without anyone.

-The heartfelt conversation X-Ray (“it’s Ray. Just call me Ray”) and Dragonface have after X-Ray realizes Dragonface’s father isn’t around that much either.

-Dragonface’s surprisingly wise, yet guilt-wrenching comment about having to let go of things (or people) in order to find what you’re looking for (“It’s kind of like trying to be a superhero, Ray.”

-Ray’s guilt as he remembers how much he mistreated Dragonface.

-The two exploring the city and reconciling and somehow running into the Mad King.

-The shocked look on X-Ray’s face and the angry one on Dragonface’s as the Mad King asks “ What the hell are you doing with MY SON”

So many fan’s of Nerd’s story “For the first time in never” Love the scene when Revel has to hide in Elsa’s wardrobe and comes out wearing her cloths. I asked comickergirl if she could do the scene for us! She even gave me an extra spot when she was already full. Thank you so much, it looks amazing and I can’t help but giggle!

The Gilded Cage (c.1905-1910). Evelyn de Morgan (English, 1855-1919). Oil on canvas. De Morgan Centre.

An overriding theme in de Morgan’s work was women’s suffrage. A young woman, dressed in sumptuous gold robes, looks wistfully at revellers outside. Jewels and a book which she may have been reading to her husband lie discarded on the floor. Her entrapment in a patriarchal society which dictated her confinement in the domestic sphere is echoed by the golden caged canary, in contrast to the bird flying free outside.

anonymous asked:

In that virgin killer pic what was frisk exactly wearing ? We're the wearing a sweater dress that so happened to be tight and reveling ? Or what and congrats for idk how many watchers .

(thank you. <:3 and frisk is wearing the virgin killer sweater there too.></:3>
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Bit of an Easter Egg I discovered.  Dizzy’s Revelator Sample art features her in a dress with a similar design to Ramlethal’s Story dress (slight color differences and a few adjustments, but the overall ensemble is similar).

Also, as a bonus, found out someone’s working on a figure of Ramlethal in her outfit.

Given how “nearly-nude” Ram was aboard Ky’s ship when he first picked her up, I suspect Ky keeps some of Dizzy’s wardrobe as spares aboard Royal Fleet One!  (Though I can’t say for sure if the dress has holes in the back to compensate for Dizzy’s wings and tail!)

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Pairings: Natasha x Reader
Warnings: Drunk Tony, kinda sexual stuff (?)
Word Count: 474

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I briefly checked my appearance in the elevator mirror, before the doors opened and I walked into the party, my heels clicking on the recently polished tiles. My dress clung to my figure and my hair cascaded down my back in loose curls.

I revelled in these chances to dress up, as they didn’t come by too often. I was beyond excited when my girlfriend invited me to one of Tony Stark’s famous parties and immediately forced her to go dress shopping with me.

She did, with much reluctance and after hours of shopping and a great deal of complaining on her part, we finally found the perfect ensemble.

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SPAIN, Ibi : Revelers, dressed in mock military uniforms, take part in the battle of “Enfarinats”, a flour fight, in the town of Ibi, south-eastern Spain, on December 28, 2014. Ibi’s citizens annually celebrate the Els Enfarinats, a 200-year-old traditional festival part of the celebrations of the Day of the Innocents, with a battle using flour, eggs and firecrackers outside the city town hall. AFP PHOTO / JAIME REINA

SPAIN, Ibi : Revelers, dressed in mock military uniforms, take part in the battle of “Enfarinats”, a flour fight, in the town of Ibi, south-eastern Spain, on December 28, 2014. Ibi’s citizens annually celebrate the Els Enfarinats, a 200-year-old traditional festival part of the celebrations of the Day of the Innocents, with a battle using flour, eggs and firecrackers outside the city town hall. AFP PHOTO / JAIME REINA