#Summer the plains garter

[hlahlahlahlahly]

This summer I had a sudden desire to dye a bunch of rainbow striped yarn in different ways, and play with the results. So far:

Method 1, i thought it would be a cool challenge to dye a skein of yarn carefully planned so that i could knit a crescent shawl and have stripes the size I want all in one skein. So I picked a pattern, did a swatch, did a bunch of math (yes, there was a spreadsheet), portioned out the yarn by weight and I think it turned out pretty well. Almost all the color changes happened where I wanted them, but I did have to dye more yarn to finish the bindoff.

Method 2: I wound a longish warp on my warp board, and dyed sections of the warp in sequence. Unfortunately I did it in the evening when I was tired, and put the turquoise not where I actually wanted it, but it still turned out really fun

Sock 1, a herringbone rib

Sock 2, SlipStripeSpiral combined with a plain white yarn

Method 3: I held the yarn double, and knit a blank in garter stitch on size 15 needles. I then dyed it as a repeating long gradient, using the garter ridges for even spacing. I did it on our somewhat sloped sidewalk, so the dye would run more, and the underside would get an interesting effect.

Sock 1: standard top down sock with a sailors rib pattern

Sock 2: toe up with a traveling stitch zigzag

I should be able to get probably 3 more pairs of socks out of this, but I haven't decided on what design I want to do yet, so nominate your favorites if you get so moved

#knitting #dyeing #knit socks

[30fury]

aphrodite, common to the people, naked in the stream. she sinks into the hungry water and lets it eat at her time-loved skin, dimpled at her breasts, thighs, her hips, the dip of her stomach. fish teem around her excitedly, and she strokes their scales as she lets the water wash away the afternoon heat. as she rises, you can see she carries a phallus, planted in a bed of soft hairs. when you move too suddenly -- a crack of wood in the undergrowth beneath you -- her warm eyes turn upon you; glittering blue, the sunlight hitting the waves. she is beauty unconquered.

and the gods come together.

athena, truth-bearer, prim in the courtroom. she looms over the proceedings like a hawk, aegis laid across her covered lap. she is always here, always attentive, always protective. she covers everything but her forearms, her face, her neck; the corinthian helmet sits at her ancient temple like a veil, the garters of her dress a warning. she is rubbing her thumb against a worn spot in the shaft of her spear contemplatively, an ear turned to the defense. when you peer up at her, her eyes are as clear as summer sky.

and the gods come together.

hermes, transient, naked in the gymnasium. he is roughhousing with the other boys, a grin on his face as he hooks his leg beneath the other's knee and flips him soundly onto his back. he is weightless -- there is nothing to hang, nothing to tie down. hair curls thick between his legs and under his arms. they are sharing breath, and the sun smiles down on them with open glee. when you squeeze between the gathered crowd of boys and men, skin cool in the shadows of the halls, you see him: eyes flashing honey-gold, pinprick pupils lost in the color. sweat is pooling at his hairline, and he is gorgeous.

and the gods come together.

artemis, far-shooter, lacing up her hunter's boots. the skirts of her chiton are short, but she makes up for it with intricate ties in her girdle and the strings of her shoes. her plaits are tied down and pinned to her head, a plain cotton veil slipping over her shoulder like a sheaf of hair. less clothes mean more speed -- and she needs every extra second she can get. deers are quicker at night, when they weave and dart between heavy groves where you can't see. there are others milling about, arming themselves similarly -- she never hunts alone. you are retrieving her gear, and when you hand them to her, she smiles. her eyes are a delicious pale gold, pupils blown out in the dark.

and the gods come together.

dionysus, laughter bubbling in his chest, sits half-covered at the symposium. his breasts splay out, hanging off him as he reclines further into the lap of a bacchant. his fingers are long around the neck of his kylix, and the eyes underneath the bowl create a gruesome mask of his own face. he smiles, and the roiling red stains his words. fire flickers in the scones, and the world seems to blur into a sticky haze -- but there is coolness at your wrist, and he is prying your fingers open to feel at the palms. he gazes at you, and it is pitch. everlasting, all-consuming, pitch. his hair falls in sheets around his body, and you are safe.

and the gods come together, and the gods come together.

#aphrodite deity #athena deity #hermes deity #artemis deity #dionysus deity #greek polytheism #ruby tell #own worship #greek polytheist #my writing #30wordy

[redvanillabee]

Some Thoughts About Agent Carter Costumes: On Style and Level of Comfort

aka ‘you won’t believe who actually is the little diva fashionista’

So in 2021, I set myself a little challenge: emulate the characters’ outfits so I can understand first-hand how they move and what historical outfits feel like. It’s been more than a year since I began that project, and I have some interesting findings...

Peggy

Peggy’s one of the reasons why this project was started in the first place. I noticed a discrepancy between how the historical costuming community describe mid-century dress, and how Peggy’s experience with her clothes are described in fandom circles. So I wanted to see for myself: how much movement do you get with ‘40s womenswear? Are they comfortable?

In short, yes, they are! And even though I started this project knowing that historical outfits are often more comfortable than we would think from our modern perspectives, I was still surprised by how much movement you get with stockings and garters. I have tested the action and yes, you can comfortably knee someone in the ***** in garters and stockings.

There are some caveats, of course. ‘Comfort’ with garments and outfits comes from familiarity. For example, as someone who wears skinny jeans all the time, including the summer months, the excess fabric of ‘40s wide-legged pants was a bit of a foreign sensation. I don’t mind tight clothing, so I didn’t have trouble with wearing girdles and cinchers as part of my ‘40s outfits. I also have got plenty of experience with heels, so walking and even running in them was not a challenge. I would imagine Peggy—and for that matter, most women in the AC universe—to be familiar with these elements, and find them reasonably manageable.

What I was surprised by, was that Peggy’s outfits are actually on the plainer side of ‘40s fashion. Comparing Peggy’s outfits to historical pictures, other female characters, and historical reproduction fashion, her clothes mainly consist of plain, solid colours. Ana and Rose, for example, wear plenty of prints. Angie and other Griffith girls wear knitwear with interesting patterns.

Overall, I would say Peggy’s outfits are practical and comfortable. A lot of her perceived glamour comes from her makeup, and the fact that her clothes are pretty well-tailored.

Jack

One thing I find interesting is that repeatedly in AC fics, Jack is supposed to be the fashionista—he is supposed to be the one who is fussy with his appearance. But upon closer inspection, that does not appear to be the case.

Like Pegg, Jack’s outfits are plainer and more practical and comfortable than what meets the eye. His outfits seem stylised to the modern eye, with suspenders and patterned ties. But moving past the modern perspective, all he seems to wear around the office are loose, comfortable shirts and slacks. And while suspenders seem like a ✨fancy✨ choice to the modern audience, they are very everyday items in the ‘40s. They are arguably more practical than belts—in my experiments, I find that with suspenders, you trousers aren’t going anywhere, but they would still shift with belts. In short, his outfits are very practical and comfortable.

I would say a lot of his perceived style comes from the fact that he has several well-tailored suits. Another meta once discussed how owning several suits—and well-tailored ones, at that—in the ‘40s speaks to a certain level of wealth and resources. But again, I don’t know how much of that really reflects personal style. Like Peggy, he basically is hiding behind good tailors. On his own, he seems like someone who still values comfort and practicality over style.

Daniel

It’s easy to dismiss Daniel as the ‘unfashionable’ one. His outfits in S1 and AOS S7 seem very boring and conservative, being far more formal than what his colleagues wear and composing of ‘dull’ colours like beige, brown, and black. As for S2, it seems easy to dismiss that as phase. Those loud Hawaiian shirts have been affectionately nicknamed ‘Hawaiian shirts of heartbreak’, and it’s easy to write off that part of his life as a simple experiment. But is that really the case?

The AC costume designer said that, and I paraphrase, the sweater vests in S1 act as a style layer, to have something that adds style and design after the jacket is removed indoors. And that’s what sets Daniel apart from everyone else—he layers. He has a collection of sweater vests in different styles—plain, colour block, argyle, to name a few. And while the fact that he layers can be read as a metaphor of how he hides his heart, one can hardly accuse him of being unfashionable.

His outfits in S2, again, speak to a level of style and willingness to experiment. For someone who seems to dress rather conservatively in New York, he has no qualms stepping way out of his comfort zone, experimenting with loud patterns and a decidedly West Coast style that the AC costume designer calls ‘sultry’. I think this willingness to experiment with fashion and try new styles is not something we can expect from Jack or Peggy.

And then there’s his outfit when he is first introduced in AOS S7, the dark woollen suit combo. For the sake of this discussion, I will engage that outfit in good faith, rather than writing some of the idiosyncrasies off as oversight by the costume department. If I have to sum up his outfits from 7x03-7x05, I will say this: style over practicality. First off, he is wearing many very warm layers for the height of summer in a desert. He is wearing a coat, a woollen suit, and a sweater vest on top of a shirt and whatever undergarments he may have got. Besides, he is wearing suspenders under the vest. If he is intending that to be a style layer that he doesn’t necessarily take off, like in S1, that would make for some inconvenience.

So overall, I would say that while Daniel’s outfits are also comfortable and warm, he is definitely the one who is more adventurous with fashion, and values style a little more than the other two.

#agent carter #ac meta #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #my meta #i've gone unhinged for this show

[sassyhazelowl]

Been considering tinkering with some kind of herp for breeding, since my health is making birds harder to do (birds live outside in aviaries, which means feeding/watering/egg gathering at least 2x a day + big cleans). But I've run into ISSUES. 1. no diet of only/primarily rodents. I'm not interested in anything that eats rats, and I don't really want to raise mice (or rats for that matter). African soft furs are illegal in the state I live in unfortunately.

2. no fruit flies I hate them LOL. any other bug is fine, just not those. 3. no balls, cresties, beardies or leos - there are too many already 4. must have at least some demand, can't be so completely niche I never sell the offspring

5. prefer only CB animals

6. must be able to tolerate up to 85F in the summer I originally looked at dart frogs because bioactive stuff looks fun but they're not tolerant of heat at all. Now looking at microgeckos instead. Also considering garters, gargoyle geckos and smaller skinks (zebra, fire, great plains).

#I will probably just get more bugs #and soil shrimp #its takes me a long time to research and budget things #and we only get 1 show a year for reptile #s #which I'm sure will be 90% cresties/balls/leos/beardies/tarantulas #but I do like the little dune geckos and the viper geckos they're cute

[100yearoldcomics]

May 25, 1922 Our Boarding House by Gene Ahern

On the one hand, I feel kinda cheated that men's swim shirts fell out of fashion over the last century. On the other hand, they were apparently made out of wool, which just sounds like cruel and unusual punishment to dry off in.

Caption: Buster tries on his wave wardrobe. [ID: Buster stands in front of a vanity mirror, admiring himself as he tries on an old swimsuit. The suit consists of an old moth-eaten wool tank top with a bullseye on the front, worn over a plain white undershirt, with light shorts, dark socks with garters and leather shoes. Mack sits on the bed behind him and Clyde stands to his side, mocking Buster. /end] Buster: Well, how do I look in th' ol' diving tuxedo? Immense, eh? I'd rather strut out on th' beach like this, than look like you guys in your splash suits. Somebody will mistake you for a coupla tall trees an' hang their bathrobes on your shoulder bones! Mack: Yeh, an' when you float, there's always a danger of you getting harpooned. They oughtn't to allow you in th' waves. I'd make you put that bay window in a wheelbarrow an' push it up an' down th' boardwalk! Clyde: I was out with him last summer. He does all his navigating in front of th' lunch counters. He gets more "hot-dog" mustard on his suit than he does water!

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #our boarding house #transcript available #1920s #tw: fat shaming #tw: fatphobia #swimming

[kaiyonohime]

Yarn dyed!  It was supposed to be a deep blue that bled into a purple that bled into a deep red.  Instead it looks like a fireworks popsicle.  Which made me wonder if they even still made those, they had no flavor and there was no point to their existence.  

Anyway, I dyed the yarn!  It’s food coloring, not wool dye of any sort, and I can’t really get deep colors in food with this dye anyway in the first place, so I’m honestly not all that surprised.  I just thought it was funny that I left it to sit in the two pots, went into an air conditioned room for hours on end, and returned to summer colors and still fairly hot water because the ambient temperature was not letting the water cool.  But the dye set, and I think it’s much prettier than plain white.  And a good first attempt at multi color.  Well, not first attempt, but an easier attempt.  Many years ago I dyed self striping yarn with coffee, that took many hours and caused a headache and a mess.

I figure I’ll knit a simple garter stitch shawl out of it, and just keep adding with new skeins as I spin and dye them.  Should be fun times, and it can felt all nice and thick and be a good, warm winter wool house shawl.

Warm house shawls are a definite need item in Japan in the winter.  Especially around the kotatsu.

#hand dyed yarn #looks like a popsicle #hopefully it will make a nice shawl when done #tour de fleece 2022 #the almost final result

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Sal making his version of The Mississippi Squirrel Revival after witnessing that and playing that at the school's Christmas party, where Kenneth is resting his head in his arms laughing(red face, tears, stomach and lungs hurting, ya know) at what it was that caused the confessions that day. (He may or may not have hired Sal to sing that at church next Sunday)

I included the modified lyrics!

Well when I was kid I'd just moved in Down to Nockfell, in the summer I met a young fellow around my age, who became my best friend We'd run barefooted all day long Climbing trees free as a song One day he happened catch himself a squirrel Well he stuffed him down in an old shoebox Punched a couple holes in the top and when Sunday came He snuck him into church We were sittin' way back in the very last pew Showin' him to our good buddy Ash When that squirrel got loose and went totally berserk!

Well what happened next is hard to tell Some thought it was Heaven others thought it was Hell But the fact that something was among us was plain to see

As the choir sang "I Surrender All" Squirrel ran up Harv Newlan's coveralls Harv leaped to his feet and said "Somethin's got a hold on me! Yeow!"

The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula (Pascagoula) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin pews and shouting Hallelujah! (Hallelujah)

Well, Harv hit the aisles dancin' and screamin' Some thought he had religion Others thought he had a demon And Harv thought he had a weed eater loose in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms He fell to his knees to plead and beg And the squirrel ran out of his britches leg Unobserved, to the other side of the room

All the way down to the amen pew Where sat Sister Bertha better-than-you Who'd been watchin' all the commotion with sadistic glee But you should've seen the look in her eyes When that squirrel jumped her garters and crossed her thighs She jumped to her feet and said "Lord have mercy on me" As the squirrel made laps inside her dress She began to cry and then to confess to sins that would make a sailor blush with shame She told of gossip and church dissension but the thing that got the most attention Was when she talked about her love life And then she started naming names!

The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Nockfell (Nockfell) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin' pews and shouting Hallelujah! (Hallelujah)

Well seven deacons and then the pastor got saved And twenty-five thousands dollars was raised And fifty volunteered for missions in the Congo on the spot, hehe And even without an invitation There were at least five hundred rededications And we all got re-baptized whether we needed it or not

Now you've heard the Bible stories I guess Of how He parted the waters for Moses to pass All the miracles God has brought to this ol' world But the one I'll remember to my dyin' day Is how he put that church back on the narrow way With a half-crazed Nockfell squirrel

The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Nockfell (Nockfell) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin pews and shouting Halelujah! (Halelujah) The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Nockfell (Nockfell) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin...

I’m sorry the fucking squirrel making a girl confess to sleeping around his me CACKLING.

I have never laughed so hard

Why is it making people air out their business plssss

Sal doing this at a school performance and watching the people he got the parts from get embarrassed. (Larry is the one telling his ENTIRE love life and …. Activities to the church.)

The squirrel was just red trying to avoid a bath. He rolled around in some dirt and Travis refused to let him get cuddles and kisses until his body is nice and clean.

I fucking love this so much. O h my god imagine the face Kenneth made watching this!!

#sally face #sally face au #travis phelps #larry johnson #sal fisher

[81scorp]

Life in the 1950s

Here`s a text I recently saw in a youtube comment about life in the 1950s told by someone who actually lived in the 1950s.

(The comment was posted on a video called “1950s fashion is not what you think it is” by Karolina Zebrowska)

“I grew up in the 1950s, like others commenting here.  Here's what I remember:

Average ladies wore deeper pink lipstick or softer shades of red, no foundation, a little swipe of powder to blot any shine on the face or nose. At most dark brown eyebrow pencil (black was considered too harsh) was applied to fill in sparse spots in the brows, no rouge or eye shadow was used.  Only movie stars used eyeliner, we didn't know it existed. There was a product called "Dark Eyes" for women with pale lashes, that dyed them more or less permanently until they naturally fell out.  Who knows what was in it.  Clear nail polish was worn on short nails.  

The really pretty teenagers, not us, experimented with colored nail polish on fingernails (and sometimes toes).  They occasionally used eyelash curlers followed by a light swoop of vaseline.  Mascara was considered quite glamorous and spent most of its time sitting unused in the top dresser drawer, to be saved for "someday".  

Popular fragrances for teens were Jungle Gardenia, Tweed, Tabu, White Shoulders and Windsong.  Moms wore Evening in Paris, Arpege, Chanel No.5 and My Sin. 

Little girls got tiny bottles of cologne from the dime store, which they dabbed on a couple times and forgot.  Cough.

Nylons with seams were always worn with skirts and dresses, even in high summer, and held up with garters attached to a longline or panty girdle. For a really small waist, you wore a waist cincher called a merry widow, named after the operetta. 

Full or half slips were always worn under dresses. For church, special occasions, or Saturday nights out, full skirts with nylon net cancan slips came out of the closet. It took a good while to iron these, so you wouldn't wear them every day.  They also took up more room when you sat or moved, so you wouldn't wear them to work, school or on the bus. 

Pleated skirts,  moderately full a-lines or straight skirts with a kick pleat for walking ease were more common.  Circular poodle skirts had actual felt poodles appliqued on them.  (We thought they looked dopey, but would try them on for a laugh.)  Shorter slacks called pedal pushers or capris helped make steamy days bearable.  Short fuzzy pants in Dr.Scholls moleskin pink, called snuggies, were worn under skirts in the wintertime to keep your legs warm above the knees.  Hideous things.  If the wind flipped your skirt up, you were mortified.  Thank goodness opaque tights came along later.

Young ladies wore plain dress flats, penny loafers, sneakers, low dressy heels, or plain 3" heels when they reached their teens. Little girls wore Mary Janes.  Saddle shoes weren't really that popular, because they made your feet look big and clunky.  Grandmas wore "nun shoes", black WWII lace-up oxfords with Cuban heels.  Women wore lower 2" heels when doing housework and 3" heels in a plain style known as pumps when they left the house. They never stepped out of the front door without lipstick.  An average day at home was spent indoors without any makeup whatsoever.  In my very ordinary Chicago neighborhood at least.

There were some odd little fads every year, like plastic pop beads that snapped together to make any size necklace in cream or orange, large muffs in the winter, clear plastic peeptoe slingbacks and purses that folded two flaps into the top instead of snapping with a clasp.  Check out the delightful movie musical, "Bells are Ringing", for the last one.  At one point, hoopskirts were all the rage for formal wear, ala "The King and I".

Women and girls only went hatless in their own immediate neighborhoods.  Shopping downtown, going to work, church or restaurants called for a hat and gloves (white cotton in summer).

Fashion magazines were dream books and did not reflect real life.  Women didn't worry about their weight until the 1960s, they simply bought a bigger size if they needed it.  Most women weren't really obese, because housework and shopping without a second car kept them active.  

On Monday you got up early to do laundry at the laundromat or in the basement.  If you only had a clothesline for drying, the towels froze like boards in the winter and had to be ironed out.  

On Tuesday everything was ironed: sheets, pillowcases, underwear (even bras and undershirts), hankies, etc. No disposable diapers, they were cloth, washed at home in Ivory Flakes and bleach.  Men's collars and cuffs were stiffened with liquid starch cooked on the stove. 

 In the winter, woolens were gathered up to go to the dry cleaner every Saturday.  Shoes were polished at least once a week. 

Ladies went to the local hair salon once a week for a shampoo and set, and carefully slept in a hairnet every night, no tossing and turning.  Permanent waves were very popular, in spite of being an ordeal. Most women wore their hair in a short style very similar to what Queen Elizabeth wore to her wedding. Longer hair was considered impractical for married ladies, and was usually reserved for teens and little girls, who endured rag curls. Curling irons were only about 1/2" thick and heated over a stove burner, no electric cords on them back then. My mother still wore finger waves into the 50s. The old ladies next door dressed in pre-WWI styles with Mother Hubbard aprons.  Old fashions, like spit curls, rats, and bowl haircuts on kids tended to linger as long as the older generation was around.  Just like today.

 I was in grade school in the 1950s and couldn't wait to wear all those lovely, feminine, grown-up dresses once I reached high school.  Imagine my disappointment when the 60s arrived with cheap-looking mini skirts that made us all look like dancing soup cans.  Back then retro and vintage were not options for young people.

Anyway, sorry for the ramble, just wanted to pass on a few details before they're lost forever.”

Just spreading some knowledge.

#history lesson #1950s #everyday life #81scorp

[melvinthedepressedrobot]

was given the prompts in a couple of bg3 servers of what the item description of your characters' camp clothes and underwear would be and I'm genuinely rly proud of what I came up with

Clothes;

Wyn: Upon closer inspection, the neckline of this shirt has been haphazardly cut lower - but when you're inspecting that close, there's other things Wyn would rather you look at. Innocence: Torn and hell-scented, these trousers have been dyed blood red.

Dhav: Brightly coloured, form-fitting, able to stretch enough to withstand somebody putting his leg behind his head, though not able to make that any less unnerving to witness first thing in the morning.

Alphonse: A well-tailored piece in a deep, dark blue, it brings out the warlock's eyes, but doesn't look especially comfortable.

Tiff: This was a very pretty and highly fashionable dress in a shade of lime green at one point, now faded and singed, but Theophania appears attached to it, all the same.

Ollarum: Simple, comfortable, warm and, most importantly for a ranger, well-camouflaged. If it weren't for the discontented sighs, you'd almost forget Ollarum was in camp.

Breakfast: An almost shapeless quilted patchwork that Breakfast particularly enjoys wrapping herself up in by the fire at night, snug as a bug in a- well, it might just be an actual rug.

Phyranna: The long, flowing skirt of Phyranna's dress is embroidered with little images reflecting her favourite songs and stories, which she adds to when she has a quiet moment to herself.

Avenall: Even in the summer, Avenall appears to be bundled up for a snowstorm in clothes that aren't particularly ostentacious, but obviously well-tailored and cared for.

Brynnis: It appears Brynnis has several sets of the same vest and breeches; the woman knows what she's about.

Pennah: A silky purple dress that looks quite out of place for being on the road. If you somehow get close enough, it appears to actually have several hidden pockets and holsters.

Underwear;

Wyn: Pretty, but surprisingly practical and structured for supporting "the girls".

Innocence: There's questionably red stains and somebody else's name embroidered on these.

Dhav: Specially structured to give a smoother look under an acrobat's tights.

Alphonse: There's something embroidered on the waistband in infernal; a warning to those who touch other people's property.

Tiff: The corset is laced tight, rigidly holding one's posture perfectly. How can something look so delicate and feel so restrictive?

Ollarum: Just a plain old pair of drawers.

Breakfast: Where do a druid's pants go when they use wild shape?

Phyranna: Soft lace that hugs the body, anyone would feel pretty in these.

Avenall: Long and lined for extra protection against the cold.

Brynnis: Almost looks more like a toolbelt than a pair of pants.

Pennah: Wandering hands beware of sharp objects strapped into garters.

#dumbasses and dragons #jamie's chitchat

[odorpatrol]

Chunky girl Summer actually refused her first meal since right before she gave birth last feeding.  Grabbed an ASF hopper and a silverside, and didn’t eat either, while the other two who have been picky lately both ate their fish.  Next step I guess is to buy a light and a timer, since the room is plenty warm enough.

I also eventually plan on rearranging the room so that they’re further away from the door and more able to enjoy the warmth, but that all depends on when I finally get my commissioned rat cages.

#Summer the plains garter #plains garter snake #Thamnophis radix #garter snake #colubrid

[alreadyblondenow]

Hold it all together

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?”

Pairing: Johnny x female!reader, childhood best friends to lovers

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

WC: 1,970k

Warnings: mentions of exchanging nudes, a lot kissing, unorotected sex, mentions of condoms, its just soft sex guys hahha mentiins of dreamies being the reader’s brothers.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. To the

Happy, excited, and sleepless. Today is the first day of Johnny’s spring break and he has been waiting for this day, the moment freshman year started... because this is the only time he can go home and finally see you again.

Johnny has been your childhood best friend and you two are basically inseparable. Well, except when he needed to leave for college. Of course you’re devastated the whole summer just before Johnny leaves. And it was that season, you both admitted your feelings for each other. Feelings that has been bottled up for too long finally and suddenly bursted out during a friendly kiss that turned into a passionate one which led to a slow and intimate sex the night before he left.

It has been almost half a year when that fateful night happened, but everything feels so fresh for him still. After what happened between you and Johnny, your relationship with each other did not progressed to something even more serious. Although you exchange nudes from time to time, FaceTime until the morning and say ‘i miss you’ to each other together with other sweet words.

And that is why Johnny is driving his way home to you with a bouquet of flowers on the front seat of his car, fighting through his sleepiness and keeping himself awake until he reaches your house to surprise you.

When he finally arrived first thing in the morning, he met your mom first and told you that he’s here to surprise you. “She’s still sleeping, but you can wake her up if you want to. She misses you so bad,” your mom said to Johnny. He then made this way to your room with the flowers in his hand and entered quietly, careful not to disturb your sleep. He placed the flowers on your bedside table near a photo he took for you and smiled in awe because you always cherish everything he gave you.

Feeling so sleepy and tired from the long drive, he removed his shoes and joined you under the covers. Slinging his arm around your waist and finally waking you up with soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m home,” he whispered softly. You rolled to face him, surprised but you’re both so sleepy to show it so you returned his hug and hugged him tightly. The moment you laid eyes on him, his eyes were already closed, comfortable and more than happy that he can feel your presence.

And as you both sleep together in your small bed, well, small because Johnny is a big person, you bask in his warmth and meet him in your dreams. Not wasting any second without each other.

“You must be really tired” you said when he finally woke up, raking his soft hair away from his face.

He nodded and smiled at you. Finally. He thought. “What time is it?”

“Almost afternoon. But no one cares,” you said and came closer to him, finally kissing those lips you missed so much. He rolled on top of you, putting his whole weight on you while kissing you breathlessly on the lips, neck and chest. His hands were perfectly placed on your waist, his thumb is drawing small circles on your skin and as if he’s asking permission to lift your shirt and see you without your clothes on.

He pulled away to remove his thick hoodie and plain white shirt, leaving him only with his denim pants. You noticed his body changed a lot, sure the nude photos he sends were great and it makes you miss him more, but seeing Johnny again in between your legs without a shirt on and looking hot as fuck just makes you crave for him. “This is so much better than the photos you send me,”

He let out a satisfied smile and started to unbutton his denim pants and remove it in front of you. You on the other hand, removed your pajama and welcomed him in your arms again. Kissing him deeper than ever and making him touch your boobs and squeeze them, which makes you automatically part your lips and want for more.

“Have you been fucking different girls from different sororities?” You joked in between kissing him and palming his clothed cock.

“Wouldn’t even dare. How can I even think of fucking other girls, knowing that this pussy is waiting for me?” he knew you were only joking and put his thumb on your clothed pussy. Teasing you with the right amount of pressure, careful not to make you cum so early.

“How about you? Have you been seeing other guys?” you smiled and removed your shirt, throwing it somewhere and finally exposing yourself to him. He then kissed every inch of you, hands freely roam around your body, and even tickling you from time to time.

“How can I even try seeing other guys, when I already have who I want?”

You didn’t see but Johnny smiled because of your answer while he’s placing butterfly kisses all the way down your body. Kissing you lovingly and showing you how much he misses you.

After the innocent kisses, you feel him reach for your panties and hook his fingers on the garter, slowly pulling it down while he kisses your inner thighs. Preparing you to what comes next and spreading your legs a little too harsh than expected that you yelped and your body was dragged on the mattress.

“Oops. Sorry, got carried away,” he sweetly apologized to you, kissing you on the cheek before he proceeds again.

That sudden harsh movement was the real Johnny in bed. You’ve only had sex with him once, now is only the second time. But word is, Johnny fucks hard in bed. Everyone knows that because he slept with a handful of girls during high school and you’re just this supportive friend that listens to him talk about a great night or a great fuck the other night.

“Hey,” Johnny snapped his fingers and went on top of you again, intertwining his fingers with yours and kissing your knuckles before he makes you embrace him. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing. I’m just swimming in my thoughts. Uhm, what did you said again?”

“I asked if you want to use a condom”

“Uh. I don’t have one... do you-“

“Nope,” he said with a smirk. You suddenly remember that he loves fucking raw but what you don’t know is, you’re the first person he ever fucked raw. “Just tell me if it hurts. Again. Okay?”

He said, and you nod. Lining his cock on your entrance while he kisses your neck and kissing your boobs as he pushes in slowly. Tighter and tighter, your grip on his shoulders becomes. The familiar stretch of Johnny’s cock just makes your eyes shut and take him whole. Savouring every thrust he gives you, feeling every inch of cock inside you. It’s so big, you tell to yourself.

“Sorry, it’s bigger now because I’m so horny and I haven’t had sex since our last” he explained with ragged breaths near your ear.

“It’s okay,” is all you can manage to say.

He fucked you slow and deep or fast and sloppy. Either way it felt good and it surprised you how long you lasted this time.

Then suddenly he pulled away, spreading your legs wider as he changes his position. Having a better view of your bouncing boobs and fucked expression that never fails to turn him on. “Fuck Y/n,” he whined and reached for your boobs as he moves slower. Matching your moans and groans because he’s so close too. He then closes the space between you two and kissed you on the lips again like you’re about to disappear any second. Holding on to your body so tight that you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Then suddenly your eyes rolled back and you’re breathing heavily and moaning a little too loud but no one will hear. Your orgasm completely washed you away and its all thanks to Johnny.

You smiled at him and reached for kisses to calm both of you down. “Was it a good one?” He was talking about the orgasm.

“The. Best.” You said in between kissing. “Did you come inside me?” He shook his head no. “Good. I’m not on the pill,”

“Kind of made a mess tho,” he looked to the direction of where he shoot his cum and it was on your lower abdomen and bed sheets. It was thick. His cum was so thick and many, that he was already embarrassed.

“Is it obvious that i missed you?” He asked. Kissing you on your forehead sincerely before he proceeds to clean his mess up.

“I think I need to shower,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll cover for you,”

While you were busy cleaning yourself, Johnny made himself decent again and decided to go downstairs to greet Mark and Jeno, your brothers. And eventually have breakfast with them.

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?” He casually asked them and stuffed sausage in his mouth.

“Heck yeah that’s what I’m talking about man! Yo, just dont hurt her” Mark exclaimed in excitement thens suddenly turned serious.

“I won’t,” Johnny answered.

“And don’t make her miss you too much because you know we cant trust long distance relationship these days,” Jeno added.

Johnny agrees and said, “I will visit her every month”

“Don’t get her pregnant. I mean yet- get her pregnant when it’s the righ time- you get what i mean” Mark awkwardly added.

“O...kay. I’ll use condoms from now on. Anything else?”

“Dude just make her happy like you always do,”

“I will” Johnny said with a proud smile.

“Aren’t you boys should be cleaning the pool?” And the two boys immediately scrammed and quickly did their chores. Leaving you and Johnny in the kitchen with the food. Pinching Johnny’s cheek because now that you can see him clearly, you see a lot of changes.

“Only you can do that to me” he said then caught your hand and intertwined it with yours, he has become bold you notice. He pulled you closer to him while he finishes his juice, but the atmosphere is hetting a little stuffy and awkward so you tried having a conversation.

“Do you want to shower? I still have some of your clothes” you offered.

“Mhmm. Keep those, I have stuff in my car”

You nod and suddenly it was silent.

“Hey y/n, I was thinking of making it official between us. I mean if you want to. I just think that we’ve been flirting with each other for some time now and wed make a pretty good team,”

“ I thought you’d never ask. Took you longer than expected tho,” you put another sausage in his mouth ”The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return.”

“Im just scared to fuck it up,” he sighed in relief “thank you for loving me back. I promise to take care of you 5000 more times than before”

“I’ll do the same... and wow you just asked me to be your girlfriend in the middle of our kitchen. How romantic.” He smiled handsomely then suddenly remembered one last thing.

“Oh by the way we uhm we need to start using condoms. I promised mark,”

“What-“

“I know right. Fucking you raw is good but your brother said to not get you pregnant”

“Ugh mark...” you moved your chair and hugged him tightly feeling him kiss the top of your head and cheek nonstop while you continue to eat.

The day may have started filthily, but it ended with a decently soft kiss on your temple from your best friend now boyfriend.

#nct-writers #neosmutcollective #cznnet #neowritingsnet #kpopscape #nct smut #johnny smut #nct Johnny #nct Johnny smut #nct 127 #johnny suh x reader #johnny x reader #nct johnny x reader #nct #johnny fluff

[honeymaki]

dating any jjk girl would be a dream because they're all so strong that they can lift you up no matter your weight but i just know maki likes chubby girls. she loves shopping with you and watch you pick up cute outfit you'll wear on dates, she loves hugging your chubby body during cuddle sessions, grabbing your the fat of your thights when things are heating up, kissing your fat tummy and she showers you with compliments while she does, she just loves her chubby gf so much :(

(sorry i suck at writing but i tried for you lol)

maki is so so obsessed with you and everything you have to offer, fat and all:(( she doesn't care if she undresses and has on bog standard underwear that's mismatched and plain; you absolutely have to have the prettiest, silkiest, softest sets on no matter what you're doing. lounging around your house in sweats and a t-shirt? you bet she's picked out a powder blue sheer set with a vintage cut so it's comfortable stretched over your belly and cups your tits with no extra padding. going for a walk in the park in a pretty summer dress? hell, you know she's weak for a pair of garters so you pick the satin panties and bralet that lets your nipples peak through and when the wind blows your dress, she can see the lace digging into your pudgy thighs:(( she has such a thing for you sitting on her, dragging your legs over hers and running her fingers absentmindedly over your stretch marks and the indents from your jeans, rubbing the swell away and kissing the divots by your hips. nd that thing transfers to a dark look in her eye as she hoists you up to her face, licking her lips and telling you to be a good girl, pinging the band of your thigh highs and kissing the swell of your stomach before moving down to kiss the fat lips of your pussy♡

#🧋.answers #u did great bub:)) #it’s⇢anon #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #❥.chubby reader hours #tw.face sitting #tw.size exclusive #maki x reader #🍯.jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Memory Loss

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  302209 Tags: Canon up until Epilogue, Triwizard, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Redemption, Forgiveness, Angst, Memory Loss, Secret Relationships, obliviate, secret boyfriends Summary:  Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness. Pairings: HP/DM (Slash) Timeframe: 1994-2002 Goblet to 4 yrs post-DH EWE Rating T for language, high angst, content. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Four Doors by fluxweed Rated:  Explicit Words:  48845 Tags: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Memory Loss, Memory Magic, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Power Imbalance, Auror Harry Potter, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Dubious Consent Due To Patient/Healer Dynamic, Mind Fucking (Literally), Not Epilogue Compliant, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary:  It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 remember me by hupsoonheng Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  31082 Tags: Amnesia, Temporary Amnesia, Obliviation, Established Relationship, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Legilimency, Age Regression/De-Aging, Angst, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Reformed Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Good Draco Malfoy, Gardens & Gardening, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, POV Harry Potter Summary:  On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors. And then Harry doesn't come back. Only Draco believes that Harry isn't dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends' pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Like Clockwork by agentmoppet Rated:  Explicit Words:  39374 Tags: Memory Loss, Unspeakable Harry Potter, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Dream Spells, UST, RST, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Switching, Banter, Bickering, Case Fic, Pining, Community: hd_erised, Miscommunication, Drinking, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Summary:  Draco has never been very good at trusting others, and Potter is no exception. But if they're going to survive this, they need to accept that they're holding each other's lives in their hands, and--worst of all--they're going to have to work together. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Of Fates Entwined: A Story of Love Lost and Found by taradiane Rated:  Explicit Words:  51517 Tags: Romance, Memory Loss, Kidnapping, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:  Harry Potter vanished without a trace from his home on a warm summer morning in June 2004. This is the story of how a random visit in a cafe on the other side of the world, six years later, proved that the ties which entwine our fates together can never be broken. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 while you were away by GhostGrrl Rated:  Explicit Words:  3420 Tags: Angst, Denial of Feelings, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Kinda:), Memory Loss, Falling In Love, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Drugs, References to Depression Summary:  Harry loses his memory in the spring. Draco loves him through it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Misplaced Memories by Dacro Rated:  Explicit Words:  38749 Tags: Memory Loss, Attempted Kidnapping, Established Relationship, St Mungo's Hospital, Auror Harry, Healer Draco, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex, Grief/Mourning, Mystery, Injury Recovery, Same-Sex Marriage, Hair-pulling, Dream Sex, Wedding Rings Summary:  Harry is hit by an unknown curse and loses eighteen years of his memories. When he wakes up, he doesn't remember magic, Hogwarts or that he's happily married to a former Death Eater. Draco struggles to adapt to the changes and tries to help Harry retrieve his memories without causing further damage. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Nothing, Everything by SasuNarufan13 Rated:  Mature Words:  76088 Tags: Draco's POV, Established slash, Doesn't follow the epilogue, Mpreg, Angst, a lot of it, Implied Violence, Memory Loss, Drama, Draco acts like a real arsehole for a good part of the story, birthday fic, angst but with a happy ending, References to Minor Character Death, Torture, Implied mature content, Brief reference to threat of rape in the past Summary:  Draco didn't sign up for this. Except, well, he did. He just can't remember it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Saint (gift four) by crazyparakiss Rated:  Mature Words:  5300 Tags: Mpreg, Amnesia, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:  Draco digs his fingers into the thick cable-knit of Potter’s cream jumper, drawing him closer. Kissing the stranger wearing his lover’s face. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Dust of Water by Lomonaaeren Rated:  Mature Words:  144015 Tags: Amnesia, Angst, Drama, Romance Summary:  As far as Harry’s concerned, he’s woken from a weirdly deep sleep the day after the Battle of Hogwarts. It’s his friends who tell him that it’s ten years later, that he’s an Auror who got cursed while chasing a Dark wizard—and that his memory isn’t going to come back. Updated every Saturday. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 UnKnown by DorthyAnn Rated:  Mature Words:  22488 Tags: Bullying, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Self Destructive Behaviour, Ostracism, lying, lying by omission, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Loneliness, That feeling of being in a room full of people you know and being completely and utterly alone, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Power Imbalance Summary:  Draco just wanted a second chance, he was willing to work hard, he was willing to do whatever it took, but no one would let him live down his past. But when he recklessly casts a spell promising a new life, he's not prepared for the consequences... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  18240 Tags: Amnesia, Angst, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, plenty of pining, a touch of infidelity but not between Harry and Draco, Hurt/Comfort, Draco and Ginny are best friends, Oneshot Summary:  When Harry gets amnesia and forgets he and Draco were ever married, he refuses treatment to remember. Inspired by an EXCELLENT fic by hupsoonheng called Remember Me. You don't need to have read it to understand this, but tbh you should just do yourself a favour and read it anyway. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Adrift by dysonrules Rated:  Mature Words:  13568 Tags: Pirates, Alternate Universe, EWE, Romance Summary:  Auror Harry takes a vacation in the Caribbean and ends up falling from the sky, straight into the lap of Draco Malfoy, modern pirate. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Hidden in Plain Sight by Momatu Rated:  Explicit Words:  56686 Tags: HP: EWE, Slash, Romance, Some Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama Summary:  Set four years after the Battle of Hogwarts, three years after Draco was abducted by person or persons unknown. Draco is now living in a small Muggle community and working in a library with no idea the Wizarding World exists, until one day, a bloke with a mop of just-shagged black hair comes in for storytime with a little boy to get out of the rain. Featured Book: Muggles Who Notice ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Just Another Recollection by mishaphappens Rated:  Mature Words:  13222 Tags: Memory Loss, Magic, Memory Magic, Explicit Sexual Content, Falling In Love, Future Fic, Pensieves, Angst and Humor Summary:  Draco’s short-term memory is destroyed from Harry’s dueling spell, causing him to wake up every morning like it’s just the next day. When, in fact, it has been three years. We come in on the morning that Draco wakes up early and finds a Mister Harry Potter in his bed... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In Loco Parentis by Phoenixstrike Rated:  Explicit Words:  46797 Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Male Slash, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-con References, Original Character Death(s) Summary:  Five years ago Draco Malfoy and his wife were kidnapped, and nothing has been heard or seen of the pair since. It's been so long that Draco is presumed dead. Harry dotes on Draco's son, Scorpius, with whom he has been living. But when it turns out Malfoy isn't quite as dead as everyone assumed, Harry's life is turned upside-down. Set after Deathly Hallows and ignores epilogue. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Heaven Through a Window by JocundaSykes Rated:  Explicit Words:  81,211 Tags:  Non-Canonical Post-War Timeline, POV Draco Malfoy, Ensemble Cast, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Pining, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Snogging on Benches, Explicit Sexual Content, Sock Garters, Accidental Harry Acquisition, no infidelity, No character bashing, Obliviator Pansy Parkinson, Dysfunctional Family, Harry Potter Partially Epilogue Compliant, H/D Erised 2020, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism (Not Harry/Draco), Smoking, Consensual Legilimency, Implied/Referenced Dieting, Memory Loss, Memory Charm | Obliviate (Harry Potter), Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:  Life is going swimmingly for Draco: he’s a respected Healer, his son is excellent in every way, and none of his patients have died recently. Then he gets landed with Perfect Potter and his hordes of stupid friends. It’s intolerable. But the more time Draco spends with the lonely boy from Surrey, the more he believes that there might be a hero within us all. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Partners by DeiStarr Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1,530 Tags:  Slash, Male Slash, Gay Male Character, Romance, Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, HP: EWE, Auror Partners, Auror Harry, Auror Draco, Denial, Denial of Feelings Summary:  Draco and Harry are Auror partners and have been for years. Harry does not have a crush on Draco; he just doesn't. Then one day he gets into an accident... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 (leave me with) a foggy mind by p1013 Rated:  Explicit Words:  4739 Tags: Heavy Drinking, Memory Loss, Confessions, Embarrassment, Porn with Feelings, Love Bites, Hands, Couch Sex, Anal Sex, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Dubious Consent, tagging dub con for not remembering the night before Summary:  Draco's halfway through a sip of some ridiculously named and priced mixed drink when Pansy says, as casual as someone commenting on the weather, "I think that's Harry Potter in the corner." ❤️ Read on AO3

#wizards hearts #drarry recs #drarry #wh masterlist #game of drarry

[musicalhistory]

Dressing Cosette Fauchelevent

A comprehensive look at what (historically) Cosette would have likely worn on an average weekday.

Chemise

Combination underwear wasn’t invented until the 1870s so in the 1830s a separate chemise and drawers were still very much the go-to for women’s undergarments. They were usually plain and made of either cotton or linen.

Stockings

In the 1830s, stockings were quite colorful and fun! The shorter, bell-shaped skirts which were in style often allowed for the stockings to be seen, necessitating that they be more decorated. They would have been made of either cotton (summer and spring), wool (fall and winter), or silk (special occasions). Stockings could be kept up with a garter ribbon tied either just below or just above the knee, but I have also seen examples from the 1830s where no garter was worn, so either is accurate.

Pantaloons

Long (almost ankle length) open drawers called pantaloons would have been put on next, under the chemise (this is an important distinction to note because, in later decades, the chemise would have been worn tucked into the drawers instead of underneath them). They would have likely been made of the same material as the chemise, either cotton or linen (or possibly silk in some cases).

Shoes

Shoes varied widely in style, but most were flats with little to no heel. They also often had laces. The pair shown below are walking boots.

Corset

The corset in the 1830s was starting to change and move away from the longer stays (yes, there is a difference between corsets and stays) of previous decades. It was shorter than before and usually had a wooden busk. It also often had straps going over the shoulders, similar to a modern bra. The corset would have been put on by pulling it over the head, as the split busk corset would not be patented until a decade or so later. It would then have been laced up by either the person wearing it or a maid (because of the style of a 1830s corset it was harder to lace it up by oneself than the split busk corset, but a woman could still manage it alone if the strings were long enough).

Petticoats

For an everyday dress, two petticoats were usually worn. The first petticoat would have been corded (ribbed) to give the skirt more shape. The second petticoat would have been plain, to smooth out the edges of the cording underneath the dress. The bottom one would likely have been made of cotton, and the top one would have been made of either cotton, linen, wool, or silk depending on the occasion and time of year.

Sleeve Supports

This next part of the wardrobe is something fairly exclusive to the late 1820s and 1830s (although another version of it did make a reappearance in the 1890s)- gigot sleeves.

These almost comically large puffed sleeves are synonymous with the 1830s/Romantic era, and they were achieved with help from sleeve supporters. These were made of cloth and stuffed with some kind of batting or other filler. They could be attached to the corset or separate and were attached to the arm using cloth ties in the latter example. They helped to accentuate a woman’s shoulders and arms, creating the illusion of a small waist that was popular at the time.

Dress (And Accessories)

Dresses varied somewhat in the 1830s, although in the early 1830s they all had fairly similar silhouettes. As stated earlier, giant puffed gigot sleeves were very popular, and bell-shaped shorter skirts were in style as well (particularly for everyday wear). Dresses came in all different colors and could be made of many different materials. They were also often lined with extra material, to give them more shape and definition.

In terms of accessories, detachable lace collars and belts were both extremely popular (oftentimes together). The collars were pinned to the shoulders and at the front of the dress to keep them in place.

Hair

Hair in the 1830s was often quite elaborate, particularly for balls and other fancy events. It was usually worn up, and detachable hairpieces added braids and curls without any hassle. In the daytime, a lace cap was almost always worn by married women as well as spinsters (but not always by younger unmarried women).

Bonnet, Shawl, and Gloves

When going out in the 1830s, women would wear bonnets. Like hairstyles, they could be quite elaborate affairs and would have been made of either straw or silk depending on the season. Many were quite similar to the type worn by Cosette in the show. And if the weather was chilly or cold, a shawl or cape similar to the one Cosette does wear in the show would have been worn as well.

The outfit was completed with gloves, a must for any woman going out for decades. For evening parties and balls, these gloves would have been elbow-length, but for an everyday outing, they would have been wrist-length.

We’ve made it! Honestly, I could go on and on about historical fashion for hours, but I think I’ll stop there for now. If anyone has any other questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Thank you so much for reading this!

Sources:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puQfI4eXGoE

https://fashionhistory.fitnyc.edu/1830-1839/

http://www.victoriana.com/Fashion/fashionhistory1825-1840.html

#les miserables #les miserables fanfiction #cosette fauchelevent #history #french history #france #1830s #historical fashion

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Eros

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff | Jane Austen AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

Description: Ancient Greeks insist that there are eight different kinds of love, each given a name that holds special meaning…Eros: passionate love.

A/N: Requested by someone whose name is lost to the ether (I’m sorry I hope you find this. I remember it was “Kyungsoo x Reader by a lake plus neck kisses”), and inspired by a post @monicaexol​ made here. Also because you seemed excited, @j-pping​.

| Storge | Eros | ?

There is strict protocol for how a lady's morning is carried out. There is fairly strict--but not as strongly enforced--protocol for her schedule the rest of the day on most occasions afterward. And there are supremely stringent rules to educate them with proper manners and etiquette, usually through classes. At last there are the most dangerous and exhilarating rules cultivated and given by society to every girl as she rises into a woman to prepare them for the rigors and wiles of men. One learns most of these by proxy. If one is blessed with a doting mother, or in fact perhaps sisters were the best teachers second only to the honest and civil conversation with a gentleman, one could be moderately informed of the absolute blunder that fondness breeds on first approach.

So was the path of all affairs before engagement. Gossip and whispers and rumors flew faster than a lark, and the bird that flew it there held the biggest sway in reputation. Promoting each attendant of a party at least a week before the occasion, with each household choosing their favorites. Particularly of the young men and women who were eligible for their matchmaker gambling. Encouraging men to dance with particular women to line their pockets with pride.

That was how most couples met. It was how you met your sweetheart. Your family tittered about the gentleman that had come to visit the hosts of the future soiree for the summer. Japing about his reputation for being curt and austere. In truth you had been intrigued by the tales of his character for it seemed that you should not wholly trust the word of the birds alone.

It was most wise to hold back judgment for when you arrived at the gathering, for you were afflicted in the heart the moment of introduction. Mesmerized by his dark, severe eyes; striking you immobile with but a moments gaze. The memory was as clear as glass in your mind. The shape of his eyes, the intelligence and intensity in his irises, the way your breath tightened as your bosom inflamed. Longing, lusting, light-headed. You'd never seen such eyes.

So were the eyes you sought out a month after the party. The morning had been much the same as any other; your handmaiden helped you dress. First was your shift; a plain cotton garment you often slept in. Then the simple clocked stockings, secured with ribbon garter at the knee. A petticoat was necessary for warmth and modesty. Then the stay was laced around your torso with a wooden busk center front for posture support and to keep the figure once the dress went on. Next were pockets which you enjoyed stashing trinkets in to take to your secret affairs. After a hip pad was added, the outer layers could go on. A petticoat, a white neckerchief that was tucked into the front of the stay to protect your neck and chest from the sun, and the actual gown. As the off-white material was laced at the front you gazed down at the pattern on your long sleeves. Little blue flowers were speckled everywhere, and you lamented the season of falling, an autumn's blush in the trees and on your cheeks. Lastly was the silk apron to separate you from the workers of the household, and shoes with little silver buckles. All together the outfit was quite hardy, and you were able to slink away after lunch past the garden and through a narrow wood to a lake.

It was often as a child your siblings would swim during the sweltering summers there. It was well secluded from prying eyes and ears, but the waters were far too chilled that time of year. The stillness reflected the trees encompassing the grounds, and in the center, the purest blue called out for your heart to shine with it; luminescent and alluring. Letting your mind wander. It was in those moments that the voice that had been torturing your thoughts smiled behind you.

"Would I offend you, if I were to admit how long a time I've watched you?"

A grin stretched your lips, turning to see him approach. A hand was lowering the hat from his head, allowing the short, silken ebony locks to shine under the brightness of noon. The black and white suit he wore was proper, however devoid of accessories it was. And he had dained to switch the regular coat for something of thicker cloth and longer gait, the hem brushing his calves. It was a navy hue, highlighting the horrifically vivid and ethereal glow to his tawny complexion. Your heart could not be tamed at his approach just as the ocean would never cease to reach for the shore.

"Instead I would offer a warning," you replied. "For you shouldn't stare at the sun too long."

The hat was discarded, forgotten on the grass as saltwater embraced the sand and tarried. A wry smirk twisted his lips as his eyes focused on yours. Always intense and enchanting, and the light reflecting enhanced the color within, the sun swimming among his whiskey irises. Intent on getting you drunk.

"Then let beauty blind me and allow my last sight to be of everything that is precious. You are the sun and stars. You are the mountains, and the fields, and rivers and lakes. Always to be cherished. Never to be violated. Only to be loved...vigorously."

Words which you had never thought would ever leave a mouth as pretty as his, let alone become a bastion for fondness; his lips tender on your neck after his stark proclamation. Air became a rare commodity, catching in your throat. The bawdy action sent ripples of excitement through your body, and you clutched him closer. The indecentness would serve as a warning but for the sentiment in his heart.

Their families had made different matches for one another before the night you met; smarter matches they would tell. It only revealed their ignorance on the subject of affection. For if there was never a coupling such as yours for the next century, then not another couple would suffer as greatly in a century if you were parted.

The pressures of high society had been choking him and you. The birds, and the parties, and loquacious old women so sapped of their own vitality in their dull lives as to make interfering with others' their sole hobby. There never seemed to be a caring hand; someone who didn't only seek the ends. Get married; nevermind the adventure in courtship. Nevermind reveling in the company of a kind intellect. Nevermind celebrating the magnificence of life steeped in wonder while laying entwined in soul, spirit and body. Nevermind love.

He was of a mind to yearn for conversation and contented silence with a partner. To stroll away and earn peace and happiness without a crowd or extraneous clothes and property. You wished the same, and in the space between, your passions collided; coalescing into something greater. Being wanted solely and completely as yourselves, you may be able to break through that foul and ugly mist that had strangled you both.

"Shall I never tire of your winsome character," you elated.

A gust of wind dusted your cheeks with chill and fluttered your skirts. His mouth stole another taste of your skin before pulling back to greet your gaze once more, inadvertently shielding you from the cold. You were acquainted with a mien he intimated was rendered by you unwittingly; warm and soft with a smile that could raze even the strongest of wills.

"The days after our meeting," he said. "I spent walking through gardens hoping they would drive away the heavy thought of care, and perhaps it worked as such for I am here, with you now...without a care in my heart but for you." Your mouth opened, but his words carried on before you could reply. "Despite what our respective relatives might assume, this hasn't been some summer dalliance for me, and as I know I must return home before we are beset upon by winter, I know I would be leaving my heart here with it. Therefore, with all my soul and self bared vulnerable, I would disclose one more thought...nothing would make me happier than to escort you home alongside me as my betrothed."

"Is...this a proposal?"

"With an answer that is yours to give as you please."

The lake's reflection rippled under the wind. He lifted a hand to your face and it betrayed his calm; trembling as fingers fondled stray locks of hair and moved them aside. Tumultuous tenderness as his drunken eyes studied every heartbeat.

To leave all you knew to venture with all you wanted to know. Rational thoughts absconded from your mind. To pretend you required to rationalize this at all was folly. You knew the answer, and when your love collided with his in a kiss, he did too.

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The Plains Garter Snake (Thamnophis radix) is one of the most common snakes found in Iowa. The snake is harmless to humans and can grow to a length of three and a half feet. Like most snakes it flicks its tongue to sense tiny odor particles floating in the air, which tells it what objects are nearby. These snakes mate in the spring and in late summer or fall they can give birth to 10 to 70 babies.

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