as most of you know, I was in the hospital this month. why? my heart. again. always. two cardiac arrests within a fifteen minute span as I was getting ready for work; an ambulance came and got me and everything. after that, it was two weeks of tests and surgery and new medications and short-term disability and ultimately, no answers. my heart condition remains a rare and mysterious jewel. so good news: I’m alive. bad news: I’m an american who just spent two weeks in the best electrocardiology ward in new york city. which means medical bills. so many fucking medical bills.
now, I have insurance, but before it kicks in I have a significant deductible to meet. every scrap of every paycheck is going towards those bills for the foreseeable future. which isn’t great, considering I took two-thirds of my closet off to a consignment store about a month before this happened. You guys know me, I’d like to be able to fill it out again. so I’m proposing a trade: I’ll dress you if you dress me.
style consulting - rates and services
$15 option - one time occasion styling! if you have a wedding or a graduation or a big date coming up, I’ll hop on skype with you for a half-hour and see what we can do with the clothes you already have.
$20 option - fashion guidance. I’ll ask you to send me five to seven pictures of outfits, styles, or fashion icons that you like. from there, I’ll write up my impressions of your fashion goals, advise you towards certain trends, and help you solidify your sense of personal style. (here is an example)
$40 option - fashion guidance + personal shopper. You’ll receive all the services of #1, plus I’ll discuss your budget and then go shopping for you. I’ll put together ten items within your price range that will help you meet your style aspirations.
$65 option - fashion guidance + personal shopper + skype consult. You’ll receive all the services of #1 and #2, plus I will set up a 45 minute in-person skype consult with you. We’ll go through your closet (or whatever items you choose) together, and I’ll help you pinpoint which garments will work with your new look, and which ones won’t.
**request via an ask - include your email address, your name, and which service you want - I’ll send you an email and we can begin the conversation there.**
(note: all these prices are suggested. obviously if you’re willing to donate more, I’d appreciate it, each option takes about an hour and a half more to do than the option preceding it. if you want something different than what I’m offering, send me a message and we’ll talk details.)
(second note: I’ll be doing these requests in the order I get them. When I get your inquiry, I’ll let you know where you are in the queue.)
I’ll still be giving out style advice all the time on this blog, don’t worry! But in-depth, individually tailored stuff takes me a lot of time, and I’d like to be able to turn that into something I can use to buy shoes that won’t fall apart with nyc wear.
Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.
“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”
Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.
Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”
Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release:
David Tennant’s Contributions to Doctor Who Episodes Evolution of the Daleks “Walking on Theatre Chairs” Edition
Excerpts from Doctor Who Magazine issue #383: James Strong’s “Director’s Diary” for Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks
The Doctor faces the remaining Daleks and the imprisoned Sec in the theatre. We have to use the whole space, so I decide to put the Doctor and the company in the stalls. However, that puts them miles away from - and at least six feet lower than - the Daleks on stage. I ask David how he feels about crawling to the front and leaping on stage, but he suggests standing on the seats instead. Genius! David is now eye to eyestalk with his nemesis.
Poster’s note: This post is part of a series on some of the contributions that David made to episodes of Doctor Who, because he sometimes gets questions about ad-libs or input he may have had to episodes, but he tends to not take credit for his various additions/suggestions - so I figured I’d list some for him. I think this one is notable because it is a cool moment made even cooler by the fact that he walks across those chairs without breaking eye-contact with the Daleks (and manages to do so without falling and breaking his neck)
Compilation doodles + Name explanations for the OC kids in the YOI Future!verse ABO AU
^ Literally the above, because I thought WAY too hard about these for legit months
(the twins were conceived in my mind back in DECEMBER and Arisa in
January >.>;;) and I want to rant about my reasoning for all of
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and the above are their kids.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t know any Russian or Thai and my
info comes from not-so-trustworthy Google-sensei though I did my best to
triple check from multiple sources including non-English ^ ^; I am however native and fluent in both Japanese and English and also consulted a Japanese linguist regarding my kanji choices ^ ^; If I made
any mistakes please be gentle, and also understanding that this is a
low-stress self-indulgent near-crack AU >.>;;;
We had a new player once. He decided “Hey cool, barbarians sound awesome. I want to be a barbarian trapper. I shall regale you with his antics :
1. Upon entering a dense forest in search of some Kobolds who were preparing to attack a nearby town, Steve rolls perception and spies a deer. He’s bringing up the rear and veers away from the party. We find him later, playing checkers with a band of Pixies in a clearing. Apparently he had rolled a Nat 20 for animal handling and the deer led him here. The deer is nearby just watching. Everyone in the circle turns to look at the party.
Steve : Oh hey guys. These are my friends.
The rest of the party : *Bewildered stare*
Steve : We can’t really talk to each other. But I’ve named them. This little guy is Peter. That one is Vicky. And that little bugger over there is Steve Jr. I’ve always wanted a Steve Jr.
Tiefling rogue : Uh… Steve… We have a mission.
Steve : Oh! Right! *looks at the pixies* Bye guys! We’ll catch up later.
Dwarf Cleric : You sure you’re not a druid?
2. Steve was with the party in a goblin cave. He’s a bit ahead scouting as a meatshield/warning bell. After a few moments we no longer hear him moving ahead of us. We stop, the rogue stealths ahead to find Steve in a side store room sitting at a table with a few goblins. They’re playing some form of poker on a rickety table of explosive powder. Steve is smoking a pipe we’ve never seen before. The rogue brings the party up.
Steve : (in goblin) Oh don’t mind them. Those are my friends. (To the party) Hey guys! Check it out. These dudes are super cool!
The goblins smile and wave.
Tiefling Rogue : Steve… We need to have a chat.
Steve : Sure. What’s up?
Tiefling Rogue : Okay first of all, We think you have a wandering problem. And a gaming problem. Where the hell did you get that pipe? And you -DO- realize we’ve been paid to kill these goblins right?
Steve : Aww… But these dudes are super cool! See? We’re playing poker.
Rogue : Steve. We have to kill them.
Steve : Shame… *turns to the goblins while unlimbering his great axe, aptly named The Axe of Steve* Look fellas. I’m really sorry about this.
3. After arriving at a local farming community and meeting some locals, Steve wanders off to set some traps to check in the morning. The farmers have agreed to purchase anything he catches. It’s been a rough harvest season. The next morning he goes to check the traps. Alone. And finds an owl bear.
Steve : Oh man. Check you out! What a magnificent beautiful bastard you are! (ooc) I’d like to roll animal handling to see if we can be friends. *rolls a Nat 1*
There is a cairn stone in the clearing where we found him with the Pixies. Steve died that day. The owl bear proved to be too much for his gentle nature.
writing an essay in college is very different from writing an essay in high school. personally, i write more research/history papers than literary essays (the liberal arts life and curse), so this is going to be a post on how a general research-y essay that has a thesis and arguments.
don’t open with a quote and don’t be overly broad.
your intro should address the topic of your essay (ex. the significance of gardens in renaissance society), and then narrow down to what you want to talk about in regards to your topic (ex. the political influence of the Medici gardens during the renaissance)
thesis! it should include the argument you want to make about the narrowed down topic, and three (or however many your class requires) reasons to support it. I like to think of it as W = X + Y + Z.
your thesis explains who, what and why in a concise manner.
topic sentences should not be a word for word copy of your thesis.
the order of arguments in your thesis is the order of your paragraphs
depending on the length of your essay, there should be at least two justifications to your argument.
so, just as the intro has a formula, X = A + B, and so forth.
A and B should be backed up with some sources/quotes. don’t forget that if you are quoting from class notes to put either the prof’s last name, or (class notes)
be sure to have clear and concise arguments, don’t be flowery
USE WORDS THAT ARE ACCURATE. thesaurus is great but if you use a word that sounds cool but doesn’t capture the meaning you want to convey then don’t use it, because it may just change the meaning of your argument
quote whatever isn’t yours. it is completely fine if 90% of your sentences are quotes. its weird to get used to, but don’t worry about it.
the worst part in my opinion.
synthesize don’t summarize. show how your arguments relate back to the thesis.
try not to copy paste your thesis into the conclusion, word it so that the readers understands that through XYZ, you were able to conclude and support argument W (referring back to the thesis formula)
do not add any new information, do not add quotes.
your final sentence should tie up the essay in a pretty bow, but try to avoid clichés
when writing the body paragraphs, your ‘weakest’ paragraph should be in the middle, strongest as your last, and the second best as your first.
if you’re stumped on the intro, skip it. write out the body first, then the intro and you’ll be able to concisely word your thesis
think of your essay as an infomercial. your intro is the loud and clear HERES MY PRODUCT, the body is blasting information on why the product is so cool, and the conclusion is the final push for the viewer to buy that product. make your teacher want to agree with your thesis!
use a mix of paraphrase and quotes!
don’t forget your works cited lmao (the MLA Handbook is a gr8 tool, also OWL Purdue)
prime time for essay writing is in the morning or at night, but make sure you edit it meticulously
Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L
Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.
ASOIAF MEME: Wenda the White Fawn and the Kingswood Brotherhood
The Kingswood Brotherhood was an infamous outlaw
organization during the reign of King Aerys II. Operating out of the Kingswood,
the Brotherhood gained recognition by kidnapping several nobles and evading
early attempts to capture them. Ultimately, they became such a nuisance that
King Aerys sent a detachment of soldiers led by notable members of the
Kingsguard to destroy them. Lord Sumner Crakehall and his two squires, Jaime
Lannister and Merrett Frey, were also part of the retinue, led by Ser Arthur
The Brotherhood was sheltered by the smallfolk of the
Kingswood, preventing the royal forces from finding and ending the outlaws.
However, Ser Arthur Dayne gained the confidence of the smallfolk, who had
believed that the only ones protecting their rights was the Brotherhood. Arthur
petitioned the king for better rights for the smallfolk and he made sure the
royal forces paid for any items they took from the peasantry. Arthur’s actions
swung the allegiance of the smallfolk to the royal forces who could now hunt
the Brotherhood, as the outlaws could no longer walk around with impunity in
In a notable clash, the young Jaime Lannister, Ser Arthur
Dayne, and Ser Barristan Selmy faced off against several notable outlaws,
including the Smiling Knight and their leader, Simon Toyne. Barristan killed
Simon, while Arthur killed the Smiling Knight. Jaime regards the battle, in
which he crossed swords with the Smiling Knight, as one of his fondest
Other members of the Brotherhood included Wenda the White
Fawn, Oswyn Longneck the Thrice Hanged, Big Belly Ben, Fletcher Dick and Ulmer.
All members are presumed dead except Ulmer, who joined the Night’s Watch to
Ransom was lying on the floor of the attic, staring up at rafters with his arms splayed at his sides. The bed seemed too far for him to walk when he was in this state. How could he ever walk again when Alexei Mashkov and more importantly, Alexei Mashkov’s ass had been within three feet of him?
“That was so embarrassing,” Ransom moaned, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re going to have to find a new roommate because I’m never showing my face again.”
He’d imagined meeting Tater in various different ways for the last few years, he’d always planned to wow him with his hockey skills. Maybe Tater would show up randomly at one of his games and he’d wait for him after and he’d pull him close and kiss him and tell him that he played beautifully in that thick Russian accent and Ransom would wrap his arms around those thick shoulders and…
“Dude, he’s just a guy,” Holster said, unimpressed. Ransom was vaguely aware of the sound of the mattress creaking across the room as Holster sat down.
“He’s Alexei “Tater” Mashkov,” Ransom said, annoyed. “You’re just a guy. I’m just a guy.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
Ransom’s phone buzzed in his pocket, once, twice…
He reached down and pulled it out
Jack: Can I give Tater your number?
Holy shit. Before Ransom could even process the words Tater and your number in the same sentence his phone buzzed again.
Jack: He asked.
He. Asked. Ransom immediately shot up and ran across the room to fling his phone in Holster’s lap.
“He wants your number?”
“He. Wants. My. Number.”
Ransom’s hands were shaking as he took the phone back and sat down next to Holster on the bottom bunk.
“What do I say?”
“You say yes?” Alexei Mashkov wanted his number. Alexei Mashkov, who had spoken exactly four words to during his entire visit.
Ransom: Yeah. Of course. What’s he want with it?
That sounded cool and calm and not like Ransom was freaking out, right?
“Bro, breathe. Come on.” Holster nudged his arm and Ransom stared at him with wide eyes. “This is your second chance, right? If you text him you can actually think about what you’re saying before you say it and he’ll have no idea that you’re a crazy obsessed fan.”
“Screw you,” he muttered. His phone buzzed again and this time…
“Alexei, I love you, let me call you daddy?” Holser said, smirking.
Ransom waved him off. “Stop. This is serious, dude. What do I say?”
“That’s too boring. He’s going to get bored if I just say hi.”
“Give me the phone.” Holster stood up and grabbed the phone from Ransom’s hand and Ransom immediately tackled him to the ground.
“No! You’re going to say something stupid!” He hissed, as Holster held the phone above his head. “Give it back!”
Holster flipped them over, straddling Ransom’s waist and grinned triumphantly as he typed.
Ransom: Hey. Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you earlier.
“What are you writing? Fuck Holster what are you writing?”
“I just told him you think his ass is better than Jack’s,” he teased, and Ransom let out a wail.
“Get your stupid huge thighs off me and give me my phone!” He exclaimed, pushing Holster backwards so that he could grab the phone from his hands.
Holster handed it back, laughing, and sat up on his forearms, Ransom still half in his lap.
“Fuck. Okay. Fine. This is fine,” Ransom said, looking down at the message. “Shit man, you scared me.”
He looked down at Holster, glasses askew and shirt riding up his torso and laughed. “You’re such a dick.”
“A dick who’s helping you text your idol,” Holster said, grinning and pushing his glasses back into place. “Asshole.”
Tater: Is okay you ran. I have affect like that on people ))))))
“Is that…is he?” That was definitely flirting, right? Ransom couldn’t be sure… He turned the phone to show Holster.
“Dude.” Holster said, sitting up. “That’s gay.”
Ransom sat criss-cross on the floor, phone in his lap. He was just about to reply when the phone buzzed again and Holster hovered behind his back looking at the response.
Tater: Next time will give you autograph
“God he’s cocky,” Holster grumbled, and Ransom nudged his stomach.
“He can afford to be cocky with an ass like that.”
Ransom: Haha that’d be cool actually.
“That’d be cool actually,” Holster mimicked. Ransom glared. Why was he being like this?
“You know I suck at this stuff, man, stop,” Ransom told him. Ever since he broke up with March he’d been trying to get back in the game, and it wasn’t like Alexei Mashkov was queer or even trying to hook up with him, but it was the principle of the thing.
Tater: You are good player too. I watch games with Zimmboni.
“He thinks I’m a good player,” Ransom whispered. Holy shit.
Ransom: Thanks man. Just sucks we didn’t make it farther in the playoffs.
Tater: Some win, some lose )))
“Why is he even texting you, though?” Holster muttered, standing back up.
Ransom looked up, shocked. “Dude. What’s your problem?”
“Don’t have one. I’m just wondering. It’s kinda weird, okay?”
And it was weird, but he was literally texting his celebrity crush and his best bro could be a little happier for him?
“Yeah I mean I don’t get it, but shit man.”
This was…awkward. He watched Holster carefully. He was…tense. After all these years playing together, living together, Ransom knew when something was up.
He opened his mouth to ask when Holster turned around abruptly, looking down at him.
“This is your Birthday Keagster, Rans, let’s go down, alright?”
“Yeah, alright.” Holster held a hand out to help him up and his hand lingered before he ran it back through his hair. So weird.
“And eat something! I will take care of your drunk ass if I have to, but I won’t clean up any of your puke even if it is your birthday,” Holster said, grinning. Back to normal.
Ransom laughed. “I’m the one who took care of your drunk ass when you stripped on the pong table last week, but okay.”
“Fuck off,” Holster said, nudging him in the arm.
Back to normal. Ransom grinned and opened the attic door. “It’s my birthday I’ll get shitfaced if I want to.”
His phone buzzed again with another text from Alexei and he felt Holster physically stiffen at his side.
What the fuck.
He decided to ignore the text for now. He only had a little while longer to enjoy college with his best bud, and even if they were moving in together, everything was about to change.