#snap placket

[splendidemendax]

why is sewing on various sorts of fastenings (hooks, eyes, snaps, etc.) the worst thing in all of sewing

#except buttons buttons are great and buttonholes are even greater #but yeah i am sewing on 22 hooks for the lacing on this dress and another hook and bar for the skirt closure #and i also prob need to add snaps to the placket and what if i simply. did not. #mea res

[technoxenoholic]

problem: hating baggy turtleneck collars because they suck and they are uncomfortable. wanting my turtleneck collars to fit snugly (but not tightly) around my neck, without gapping.

further problem: my neck is really fucking skinny. i am not kidding when i say that it is half of my skull circumference.

even further problem: most of my fabric does not in fact possess >2x stretch capability... especially not the fabric i got to make warm turtleneck shirts out of.

possible solution: button-up turtleneck collars...????

#stfu blue #sewing #fashion #reborking is prohibited #i could use like... glove buttons?? i could make the buttons go down into the shoulder seam maybe??? those seams DO meet up... #tbh this could be a really iconic Unique Blue Look TM if i can make it look good... but do i want to. do i actually like the idea #would i rather do it as an invisible closure somehow. what if i used hooks and eyes. or invisible snaps #i think i do not want to use a zipper simply because it would be an area with too much movement and the zipper would wear out pretty fast #but WHATEVER i do... what side should it even go on... #my instinct is to say it should go on the left because i do buttons (etc.) with my left hand #(yes i do right-handed button plackets with my left hand. i am more powerful than you can possibly imagine) #but like. would that just make it look weird if i wear it under something that has a front cross-over? #because i am absolutely 100% doing the left-over-right front cross for anything that does it #(with the one exception of Cosplaying A Japanese Character Who Is Dead) #but even IF it looks better... do i want to struggle to do up my collar buttons... my right hand is useless at buttons #being cross-dominant is a pain in the ass actually :/ #ugh and trying to find visual examples of people with this style is impossible. am i really TOO original. is this really happening. gdi

[birgittesilverbae]

Prompt: just a highly tattooed Beatrice. Anything. Maybe she’s in a band, maybe it goes to her teenage rebellion, maybe it’s your dads au and Bea always wears sleeves and one day Ava finally sees her ink… idk. Anything with tattooed Bea.

thanks for the prompt!

//

Beatrice hasn't worn short sleeves in the time Ava has been back. 

True, it's closing in on winter, but Malaga in November is barely any cooler than Brienz had been in June, and back then Beatrice had taken every possible opportunity to go sun's out, guns out.

Ava watches, curious, for some sort of sign, some clue to what Beatrice is keeping under wraps. She's been back for a week, almost, and they've kissed in quiet corners and in the back of the chapel, and once, in a fit of daring, in the confessional, Ava in Beatrice's lap admitting to myriad sins ("the Bloody Marys sold well, I just hated making them" and "I bought us new towels because I used ours to try and smother a stovetop fire" and "I spent half our time in Switzerland trying not to touch myself to the thought of you"). 

But they haven't gone any further than furtive makeouts and some over-the-clothes heavy petting – which, she has to remind herself, would be a mind-blowing development for June Ava. And Beatrice hasn't even rolled up her sleeves, which… The thought of Beatrice's forearms had constituted, like, a solid 64% of Ava's will to live while on the other side, but it's fine. She's fine. She can be very cool, very normal and definitely would absolutely not suffer if she never got to see Beatrice's forearms again.

She'd be totally fine. 

It's on day seven post-return that Beatrice slips up. She's been waist-deep in a van's engine compartment in between shouting matches with Mary across the garage, and stray curls of hair are slicked to her forehead with sweat. She rubs at her face and then frowns, unbuttons the placket at her wrist and starts to roll up her right sleeve. Ava feels like a Victorian gentleman about to pass out over the mere sight of a sliver of skin. She doesn't mean to, but she takes a step forward over the threshold of the garage, drawn towards the revelation of Beatrice's bare skin like a moth towards a flame.

There's a faint blue glow that grows brighter as Ava approaches, and Beatrice's head snaps up. She fumbles with her sleeve for a moment, an adorable crease between her eyebrows, but the cuff is caught on the knob of her elbow. She settles for linking her hands behind her back instead.

"Ava!" She chirps far too brightly for someone Ava had heard calling Mary a 'piece of fucking work' not two minutes past.

Ava takes another step closer. "Beatrice," she replies, soft. She'd raise a hand, but this already feels far too much like approaching a wild animal. 

Apt enough, though, as Beatrice's eyes very noticeably flick towards the exit. "Show me," she says, just as gently.

Beatrice's shoulders droop. "You would have found out sooner or later," she concedes. "It was only a delay of the inevitable in the hopes I would be better prepared to discuss it by the time the conversation arose."

She swings her arms forward, left hand finding the pocket of her coveralls, right coming out in front of her until her forearm is on display for Ava. 

It's a starburst shining divinium blue, a double handful of lines broken by tick marks emanating from a central black point. Ava can't help herself, doesn't want to stop herself from reaching out and dragging a fingertip down one of the lines. Beatrice's skin is warm beneath Ava's touch and the divinium sparks bright in response to the Halo's nearness.

"What is it?"

Beatrice clears her throat. "Pulsars are spinning neutron stars that blink on and off like lighthouses. When the Pioneer 10 and 11 spacecraft were launched, they were sent bearing a plaque with this map on it – a map of the position of known pulsars relative to our sun. A map of lighthouses, guiding the observer here." She taps the central dot. "That's here, that's home, that's us," she says, in that slightly removed tone Ava associates with the oh-so-common occurrence of a 'Quotes with Beatrice' event. "On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives." Beatrice inhales shakily. "It was stupid, really, but I thought maybe it would help guide you back to us. Back to me. Back home."   

#warrior nun #mywn #myfic #sister beatrice #ava silva #ava x beatrice #avatrice #if you saw me butchering the pulsar metaphor no you didn't #still getting a hang of writing Ava POV

[ahedderick]

Mid-December is a bit later than I wanted to be in getting this shirt put together for a gift. Here I am, though. Got the pieces cut yesterday evening, and I sewed the body and collar this morning while kiddo was still asleep. Christmas secrets can be hard to keep!

He's taking a little trip tomorrow, which should give me time to actually join the collar to the body (fiddly but important) and get the sleeves put together. There is an unusually-shaped piece for finishing the slit in the sleeve where it joins the cuff. I have read the directions and squinted suspiciously at the 'placket.' Still not quite sure how it's going to come together. Perhaps I should try one with scrap fabric first.

So many trout.

I'm trying to make myself more patient and more careful with detailing. To this end I keep envisioning the sewing dinosaur from @pterribledinosaurdrawings advising me . . maybe take an extra minute and press that before sewing? Do the [painful] extra step that makes the finished result so much nicer? Hmmm?

Also I have nice pearlized snaps instead of buttons. Do I know how to attach them? W-e-l-l, I have read the directions. I have read them. Apparently there is a hammer involved?

#sewing #sewblr #hand made #diy projects #sewing machine #fabric #fiber art

[zzzallnite]

-Boss Fight -

Todd looked down at the unconscious man lying in front of him. Just a minute ago, he was just arguing with his boss about work hours, and the next thing he knew, the boss was laid out spread eagle on the floor like an animal skin rug.

After snapping back to reality, Todd frantically loosed the boss' necktie and checked his pulse, as well as pulling his eyelids up to check on the knocked out man's pupils. Boss' chest was still puffing slowly against the silk shirt that was squeezing his nipples; normally, Boss did not look out of shape, but things were more evident when he's down on the ground. Todd was tempted to unbutton the boss so he could breathe a little better, but he was too nervous to even touch the man. Instead, he just stared at the curly chest hairs that peeked out of Boss' placket.

Per usual, a dozen of scenarios flashed in Todd's head, which clouded his judgment even more. Out of every possible things that he should do right now, he decided to drag his still-out-cold Boss to his car, and secured him with his own necktie. Despite Boss' body size, he fitted perfectly inside Todd's car trunk.

"Urrgghhh... Wht gng n... Hlp m...!" Before Todd could shut the lid, Boss began to stir and tried to yell out despite his ballgag blocking his mouth. In a moment of panic, Todd grabbed Boss' hair and smashed his already wounded head against the edge of the trunk. Boss went limp once again as he was sent back to dream land...

___

"Uhhh... Where am I?..." Boss finally regained consciousness, but felt like a dumbbell fell on his head. He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar surrounding: there was only overgrown vegetation and, and the only sound he could hear were the bird calls, aside from his own grunt. After his head got clearer, he realized that he had been roped to tree trunk; he struggled to untie himself, but the binding was just too tight for his weakened state.

Suddenly, the man heard a rustle from the bush in front of him. Would it be someone coming for his rescue, or would it be a wild animal that was going to have an easy meal? He held his breath and awaited his fate, but it was just something in the middle: his kidnapper. Boss glared at Todd and cussed him out, but the tie over his mouth turned the insults into muffles. Todd crouched down to his tied up prey and started caressing Boss’ wounds, causing him to recoil, then unbound his mouth and gave him some water. Even though he did not want to take anything from Todd, Boss’ body couldn’t fight the urge to satisfy his thirst, after how much time had he been out.

“I’m very sorry for what I did with your face,” said Todd, “but if you want to get back home safely, you will need to do what I say, okay? But first there’s somewhere we need to go before I could set you free from me, so I want you to be on board with me, alright?” Boss nodded, pretending to comply; in his mind, he was already scheming for an escape: once the knots were loosened, he would grab the stick just next to his hand to beat the hell out of Todd and run for it as far as he could possibly do. Unfortunately, before he could carry that perfect plan out, he started to feel lightheaded.

“What did you put in the water?” That was the last coherent sentence Boss could make before his thought faded into oblivion.

“Something to help you relax for the ride”, said Todd while he padded Boss’ head, as the man fell into a slumber.

Todd watched a sticky line of drool dripping from the drugged out man’s mouth and he was overwhelmed with his impulse to carry out a final act of humiliation against his mean employer. He started caressing Boss' warm, sweaty chest and slowly crawled down to his crotch. Todd opened Boss' fly and release the caged bird inside the unconscious suited man's pants. He stroked the man's average-sized dick as well as his own at the same time, but only one of them erected. Todd slapped his hard stick against Boss' limp noodle, feeling triumphal. To finish, he blew a load of jizz inside Boss' custom-made suit pants, signifying his victory against the helpless man. Todd then went through the checkup drill to make sure that Boss was ready for a very long trip to an unknown destination...

[doll-princesse]

I finished the new BaB mock up nightgown. This one is actually for the Vanilla Swirls Lamb when she comes. I wanted to try out the self drafted pattern before I did a more complicated style.

I went with plain long sleeves and eyeballed it. There were multiple paper drafts ngl. The sleeves worked out well, with a couple small pleats put it. They need a bit taken out at the center.

I used stash fabric, lace, and a metal snap at the back neckline. The back placket is hemmed with lace. And I tacked down the collar to help it lay better as well.

#sewer mimi #sewing for BaB

[slightlymediocree]

☆Update 2:☆

I remembered to take pics today! Sort of. Only after i had put away my machines and stuff...

Here are (most) of my edwardian undergarments

(i am wearing modern clothes under bcs the internet is weird)

Chemise, bustle pad, underbust corset, petticoat

I still need to make a corset cover someday, ive just been using a second thin chemise over all this:

I used these vintage buttons on the cuffs. I wanted some more security but ran out of buttons so i used small snaps:

Also put one on the collar so i could try it on. I think the placket at the back of the blouse is a little ugly and larger than ive seen in extant garments but i forgot to adjust the pattern for my broad shoulders and need the extra width for comfort.

I tried on the blouse and skirt together:

I may need to loosen the waistband of the skirt, the corset is a bit bulkier than i thought itd be. Also the blouse is just stuffed into the skirt and currently only has one closure on at the collar so it looks a little bit disproportionate. The belt/sash will help smooth everything out so i dont look like im drowning in voile.

I might go without the bustle pad during the final shoot because i think it gives too much volume in the waist/hip area for edwardian tastes. Its from an 1890s pattern, so the silhouette is a bit out of date. I should probably try the skirt on without the pad before extending the waistband though.

Im pretty happy with how the sleeves turned out! I have some vintage nottingham lace i bought on etsy from penelope textiles that i was going to add to another project. I think ill sew some different laces together and add it to the cuffs to elongate them a bit. Since this dress is supposed to be from roughly 1905, i want the sleeves to look as they wouldve in that time. The photos ive seen mostly feature large ruffles at the ends of elbow-length sleeves but i dont think ill be likely to wear ruffles very often. Ive also seen tighter cuffs that extend from the elbow to mid-forearm or from the elbow to wrist. I think the elbow-length sleeves are a feature of afternoon dresses but i could be wrong. Maybe that was just day dresses? Not sure.

Im also not sure if i want to get gloves/a hat/parasol for this project. On one hand, it would look really cool for the video. On the other hand, it sounds quite expensive and i doubt ill wear it again. I dont want to buy things i wont use and create waste, theres enough of that in fashion. I have a pink 1900s parasol that i might cover with black fabric, but idk.

There isnt much left to do! Im gonna make a list here so i have it written somewhere:

-sew snaps onto blouse

-finish blouse hem

-attatch lace cuffs

-press pleats on sash/belt

-order synthetic whalebones

-add bones, hook/bars to belt

This is just the sewing tasks though, i need to edit the video clips and record audio. I have no idea how to do any of this. I just downloaded davinci video editor so hopefully i can figure it out. The only experience i have with video making/editing was in 3rd grade on ipads on the imovie app. Ive just been binge watching bernadette banner videos bcs i love her video style.

Any tips/feedback are much appreciated! ♡

Date: 4/22/24

#edwardian fashion #1900s #early 1900s #edwardian era #edwardian #victorian mourning #victorian dress #victorian era #victorian fashion #fashion history #historical costuming #historical dress #historical fashion

[san-sews-seams]

Hopefully none of you are in this position now or any time, but if you need to adapt some t-shirts to accommodate a chemo port and you want to do snaps instead of zippers, I found that finding a continuous packet tutorial and then adding snaps after was the easiest and cleanest method. You'll have to find matching or complimentary knit fabric and snaps, but the end result is tidy, and softer than most zipper tapes. (I'm lucky to have both fabric and snaps in my stash. But I'll be getting plastic snaps for future shirts, and if you really want the placket to match the shirt, your best bet is probably to buy an extra shirt in the same color to cannibalize. )

I'll link the tutorial I used in the replies, and update if I find any changes to improve comfort and function.

#San sews #Sewing #Adaptive clothing #Cw cancer #T-shirt hack

[professorpski]

Pondering the Blue Watercolor Dress: Vogue 8013

This shirtwaist dress has so much to recommend it for a summer dress. It is a 1950s sewing pattern which came one size too big which is very easy to fix. The raglan sleeves make it easy to sew as does the simple collar which is merely sandwiched between the front bodice and its attached facing. The short sleeves and the flared skirt make it more comfortable during the hot summer months by catching any passing breeze. This silhouette, a modified hour-glass, was very popular during the 1950s and is still easy to wear; the slightly shorter hemline--upper rather than lower calf--tells you is dates to the late 1950s.

Notice how the button front only goes part way down the skirt, only enough to allow you to get into it. This avoids the wearing problem of the skirt flapping open near the hemline, but it creates a design problem as the buttons stop abruptly in the middle of nowhere.

So I ended the button front at the waist and opted for a side snap placket instead. I also eliminated the pockets as when they are set in the side seam they are awkward to use. The first time I made this, I used a gingham fabric which made the most of its crispy cuffs. This time I had a softer kind of print, a blue floral blurred like a water color.

I still had several construction issues to ponder now as the original did not recommended interfacing anywhere, not the collar, not the attached front facing, not the sleeve cuffs. And the problem was compounded because the blue watercolor fabric, a cotton/linen/lycra blend has a definite crinkled texture in its natural state which disappeared when ironed.

So I did an experiment with 2 fusible interfacings: weft, which is usually used for tailoring, and a cotton/polyester. Neither seemed an improvement over a non-woven fusible from Pellon that I usually use. Interfacing the collar with the Pellon resulted in such wrinkles, that I redid the collar without any interfacing (I suspect silk organza might have been an option too). I did interface the front facing, which is cut in one with the front bodice because of the buttoned opening, and is barely visible.

You can see the pondering of buttons too. I decided that the darker color, #3, was best as they were the least obtrusive, but wanted a slightly larger size. I will show you the final results tomorrow.

#sewing #dressmaking #vintagefashion #vintagesewing #vintagedressmaking #1950sfashions #1950s #making #makers #sewingconstruction #garmentdesign #historyofgarmentdesign #shirtwaistdress #Vogue8013 #dresshistory #fashionhistory #costumehistory

[virtue-boy]

Saving sweater patterns pt 2

Some are free, some are not

^^^ what issssss thisssss

I like that they did it tho

#yarn #knitting pattern #linksave

[ladydarkey]

Once upon a Dream

Days ago I dreamed of this man. Since then he is haunting me. He has no name.However, the blury image of him in my dream was so beautiful, it forever imprinted itself on my mind. I couldn’t help myself, so I wrote it down and added some details for the context. Thanks to @kaagazkefool​ , who was patiently listening to my ramble about him.

Disclaimer: it was written in german and then translated

male/female, light smut, no fandom, you could say he is an OC now (?!)

I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up and I was angry. Like every Friday and Saturday I was with him. We hadn't had much time together anyway and I had to oversleep. It was just too comfortable in his arms.

When I opened my eyes, the door to the hallway was ajar and light poured into the bedroom.

He is still there.

It was the middle of the night, as so often, he was on night duty with the police.

A movement in the shadows drew my attention to the chair opposite the end of the bed.

There he sat, hunched over and turned slightly to the side to lace up his 10-hole boots.

A few black strands covered his face. The inverted cross on his earlobe, that swung back and forth with the movement, gleamed in the light.

Most of his torso was hidden in shadow.

In the dim light, I could only guess that the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. With tattoos adorning his arms from shoulders to hands, there was no line between shirt and bare skin in the darkness. Nevertheless, the play of the muscles was clearly visible. I was fascinated by the rapid and yet constant alternation of light and shadow.

My gaze wandered to his hands, busy pulling the laces through each hole. The movements looked deliberate and yet very routine. Skillfully and almost silently, the shoelaces wound their way up. His elegant, strong fingers wore heavy silver rings. They seemed to change their shape depending on how they reflected the light. While his matt black painted fingernails swallowed any light. Ever since we started dating, I've been painting his nails. It has now become our Friday night ritual. Before that, he painted them himself, which mostly resulted in messy and chaotic results. His fingertips were rough from his job, which often required him to wear gloves. But that didn't bother me when he let them slide gently over my body.

A pleasant shiver went through my body as I thought about how he had caressed me with them earlier in the evening. His fingers always found just the right spots, as if my body were telling him where they were needed most. How he later clasped me tightly in his strong arms, his hands slid down my back, his nails digging into my skin and my throat wet from his heavy breathing and kisses.

A sudden movement snapped me out of my thoughts.

He finished with one of the boots and rose to tackle the other. It was only seconds, but I still got a quick glimpse of his thighs, which almost threatened to burst his combat pants while sitting. At least the curved pocket flaps made it seem so.

The pendant on his silver necklace flashed briefly, drawing my eyes to his bare chest tucked between the button plackets of his open shirt.

On his slightly hairy and fully tattooed chest, shaped by hard training. The nipples were hidden behind the black cotton fabric. I've spent hours studying the paintings all over his body and yet I felt like I didn't recognize them all.

Again my thoughts drifted to the early evening scenes. His bulging, thick and strong thighs, which I held between my legs. His bare chest against mine. The sweet sweat of our bodies flowed together. His silver chain is a cold touch against my nipple. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my hands firmly anchored in his sweaty, shiny hair.

Just before I mentally relived the climax again, he got up. All he had to do was fasten his shirt and put on his gun chest harness and he would be ready to go.

I seized the moment and got up. It only took three steps until I was standing in front of him, covered only by a sheet. It was very fresh in the room.

"You're awake," he was visibly surprised.

"Please don't go yet," I slumped against his chest, one hand holding the sheet, the other resting on his chest. My fingers played lightly with his black curls.

"I'm sorry. It's always hard for me to leave you here alone. Unfortunately, I have to go to work." His muscular arms held me tightly in their grip.

I buried my face between his pecs.

“I'll be back for breakfast. Would you like me to bring you a croissant or a cinnamon roll?” He gently lifted my chin with his right index finger. First I saw his loving smile. It was the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I couldn't explain it, but my heart overflows with joy.

"Both?" I asked him with my best puppy eyes.

Then our eyes met and he nodded. As always when he left the house, he wore white contact lenses. I still don't understand why he did it. When we were at home he wore glasses. Behind them were the most beautiful, shining with passion, caring, calm, gentle and mystical auburn irises. They gave me comfort, security and trust. On the one hand, it saddened me that he hid exactly those behind the contact lenses. On the other hand, this beauty was reserved only for me.

"You know, every time I see you with your white eyes I imagine you're a vampire," I giggled at the imaginative and unrealistic thought.

"Is that so?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. A mischievous smile flitted across his lips, his long eyelashes swung briefly up and down.

Suddenly, he threw his head back, raised his arms slightly, and flexed his hands like he was about to dance at any moment in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" music video. He made a sound like a hiss and put one hand on my shoulder and gently pushed my head sideways with the other for easier access to my neck. bang! He bit! Not really. It was more of a gentle nibble. We both burst out laughing. I loved how silly he could be. He always made me laugh.

With a last kiss, he said goodbye and went out the apartment door.

I was still watching from the window as he got into his car. He turned around again, blew me a kiss and drove away. I stood there for a while, wondering how an average woman like me deserved such a wonderful, extraordinary man like him.

He will be home for breakfast and I will be here, longingly waiting for him. ~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.

Please leave a comment <3

#oc #fiction #IN MY DREAMS #darkey and her thoughts #hope i will dream of him again

[noiselessbuck]

top five desi ways i've thought of coming out

"well she"

"my niece"

"the girls are both"

"his older sister is"

gone

not entirely

she- it- i- trace my foot steps like rain water under sneakers

1.

i wonder what id trade it all for

if i trade out the sneakers for oxfords or something else as pristine masculine and english

trade them in for a second pair of shoes are they walking down the aisle to me or i to them

and would the gasps come in a canon after the ripping open of invitations

or would we sort of skirt around names until

the gasps come when your shoes walk the aisle to me

who would leave who would pester who would give a silent shoulder

who would open what book to say what vow

when my name is said in a chapel would i even dare invite the murmuration of aunties

i havent been in a church since his funeral

there's a lot of times i couldve said that

2.

what if there was no chapel maybe no second set of shoes or maybe the tenderest queerest runaway elopement

and so i swap my sneakers for oxfords when i visit the mortician

and when my name is said in a chapel

what will you say

can i hear it

can i ever hear you say you're happy for me

3.

i explain im not catholic i say i only go to church for weddings funerals and baptisms

no one has baptized me

when i was big enough to hold in a forearm you did not know me

when i was tall enough to reach the shelves you did not know me

when i was reckless enough to tell you who i am you did not know me

when i dive into paperwork searching for transformation you do not know me

i am drowning in paper cuts and you sharpen each edge

4.

cinderella's dress left her behind at the stroke of midnight. because what would've happened if it had stayed. what would happen if you came back to a house built out of snaps and sneers in everything stunning you deserved all along. what if you came back to venomous bicker with all the glowing confidence of getting the boy in the best outfit blue like you always wanted

what would happen if you came back to a house with the mustache you always wanted

with the constellations of acne and glitter of sweat and oil you always wanted

with the voice you always wanted

5.

you could use your voice

you keep choosing not to

because they won't put you behind glass in a display case in an exhibit with discussion questions on the placket

if you dont

@desi-lgbt-fest

#desi lgbt #my poems #probably the most i've written religion in a long time #thanks for the prompt!

[plethomacademia]

wip wed or drabble idk

I have always wanted to write what happens after Astarion's grave scene because in my game, the next day was when I went to kill Orin and I felt like there was a good angst brew in here. Anyway, first 750 words came together in a beautiful snap. Next 500 words are pretty good. Remaining 1k that I want to write is being an absolute prick, so have the part I love and maybe this is it for this thing. Not explicit but begins when Astarion pushes the character onto the ground in the graveyard so.

Astarion presses his hard length down onto his partner Maeve’s clothed mound. She meets him with her hips, meets him with her mouth as their tongues tangle. He moves to unlace her breeches, gets the cords just loose enough to open her pants placket and slip his hand inside. Then she turns her face away and breaks the kiss just enough to open her damn mouth and ruin everything.

“Astarion, my love, you can’t really intend to fuck me in a graveyard.”

He groans and presses himself up on his forearms to glare down at her. “Are you suddenly a prude?”

She looks at him in the way he likes the least, all raised eyebrows and twisted mouth. “No, I’m just not an idiot. Even if we didn’t have half the city’s powers looking to kill us, I am wearing trousers and I have no intention of having my arse in grave dirt, even if it is your grave dirt.”

“We could swap positions.”

“And then we are back to point one. Off.” She pushes at his shoulder but he is already moving to his knees. He adjusts his erection as she reties her drawstrings.

“You have ruined my romantic moment, you know.” He gets up first, then reaches out to help her back to standing.

She takes a moment to brush the dirt from her rear. “No, you had a very romantic moment and I was fully swept away. And now I am keeping you from ruining it.”

He rolls his eyes but when she reaches for his hands, he does not stop her. “Well then, darling, what is your proposal for the romantic evening that I had planned as part of the whole declaring my unending love for you? Or have you forgotten that part already?”

“Astarion.” She squeezes his hands, hard enough to make him look down at her. Her eyes have gone soft, just as they had earlier in that evening. It is still new, her letting him see her with her guard this far down. “No, I have not forgotten.”

“I supposed you would not be open to renting a room then.”

“No, I would not.” Her reply is quick and he can tell that it is final.

He does not argue the point. He knows why she insists on sleeping with the rest of their party nearby. It has been ten-days since she had lost control and nearly killed him in the middle of the night, but since that moment she has refused to even sleep in the same part of camp as him. Since they had been taking a break from sexual activity anyway, it had resulted in them splitting up in the evenings like youths who were having a chaperoned courtship. He wants tonight to be when they try to change that.

“You have not forgotten that either of our beds comes with about a dozen pairs of ears attached, have you?” he asks.

She laughs. “May I make a proposal for your romantic evening?”

“By all means, tell me how to proceed with my seduction of you. You do enjoy telling me what to do.”

“And you enjoy being told what to do, but we can play with that another evening.” She does not let him get in a word before continuing. “My proposal is that we take the room to the east for ourselves. We draw all the curtains. And then we do our best to be quiet.”

He enjoys the idea until the last part, but it wasn’t as if they would have been able to be terribly loud in the graveyard, either. “Is that enough for you to be comfortable?”

“No, but, it’s been so long, right? And Jaheira will likely still do her watch outside — don’t scoff, it is a kindness for her to do that. It is — She has been very kind to me, all things considered.”

Her voice cracks on the last word and he sees the softness return, that watery threat of tears. He kisses her forehead but she tries to talk her way through it, as she does so many things.

“I just — With tomorrow, Astarion …” She trails off and he sees her throat work.

He takes her in his arms and lets her hide her face. He holds her warm body against his cold one for a moment, wishing he knew how to show her that she can talk to him about this, too.

#wip #i am so mad bc like #i think this part is pretty good! #i think the beginning is great #have you tried to write comfort astarion? like real comfort astarion? #have you met this man? #have you met my character who hates to admit being scared? #I AM IN HELL

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Julius_7 S/S09 [Insanity in Industrial inc. #3 CANON_1] Catalog in Sense Magazine, March 2009 1. Long knit of loosely woven cotton yarn. The bias stripes are woven into the weave, and the random knitted parts are left rough. This item also has a strong character, evoking images of the Middle East and deserts, but is surprisingly easy to coordinate when actually worn. 31,500 yen 2. The combat boot, with its voluminous toe and back zip, is a Julius staple. The tanning-tanned leather with a firm grain texture is used for a sturdy finish. The overall look has a moderately used feel to it, giving them a worn-in look. Price: ¥86,100 3. This denim is based on the motif of climbing pants, made of gray denim with a unique wash and damage process, and coated with original dyes. The coating is fun to see how it changes over time as it wears on the skin. The parts that streamline the waist and thighs are also well done. Price: ¥36,750, $3,500 4.The cotton mesh robe has an impact, with no front closure, creating a style similar to wrapping a large stole around the body. The folkloric taste of this robe can be enjoyed with leather and cut-and-sewn clothing. The fabric is damaged and coated. Price: ¥39,900 5. Long parka with double snap-button and zip front placket and outer hood made of product-washed cowhide. The body is made of soft and smooth silk cotton, which contrasts perfectly with the leather. This item can be used for a wide range of purposes, both as innerwear and outerwear. 94,500 yen  

#Julius_7 #Scans

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Clothing - Flannels (Part 1)

Obviously, you are going to need some flannel shirts.

I bought a flannel shirt from Woman Within via amazon, in a black and white buffalo check print, because that is a pattern that the guys both like. It's all cotton and fits pretty much up-and-down, though it's a tiny bit lighter than some other flannel shirts I have encountered in the past (especially men's flannels). WW's sizing makes it easy to get something pretty large, though, and buying it via amazon meant that I didn't have to pay WW's bugnuts shipping costs.

I'm still working on trying to get one Western-style shirt (i.e., snap-front), which has not been as easy as I assumed it would be. I purchased one from ebay but was sent the wrong item, and decided not to try my luck re-ordering the item from them.

My only real interest in a snap-front is I thought it would be easier to dress immediately after surgery, and if I can't find one I have other options. I figure my top choice otherwise is to attach (by whatever method we can come up with that will allow us to remove it later) some velcro patches on the front placket and use the velcro to fasten it closed instead of buttons, and the WW flannel is probably a top choice for this venture.

#ICTD Part 2 Clothing #Part 2 flannel shirts

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#trey parker #matt and trey fashion