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[kitmon]

Get Into The Groove | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie finds you dancing while you’re home alone and, unsurprisingly, the sight has him careening into the bottomless gorge that is loving you all over again.

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things, 2022) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: allusions to sexy times 18+ only, no actual smut, FLUFF cuz I’m a sucka for it, established relationship, reader is explicitly referred to as “girl” and “woman”

Author’s Note: Just an itty bitty thing that came to me a while ago that I jotted down in between work and school :P hope you like it! And if you’d like to enhance the experience listen to Into the Groove by Madonna and Wango Tango by Ted Nugent!

There are few things that Eddie Munson looks forward to in life: a well-planned D&D campaign, a perfectly rolled joint— the premium shit— and getting home to you.

He whistles to himself as he skips up the steps of his trailer, chains and leather creaking with each step he takes and every key he flips in his hand. The entire day he had been anticipating this moment, just as he does every weekday, where he can come home to a warm and secluded trailer, see you and kiss you the same way he did before he left to work— deep and passionate and long enough to make you dizzy— and sink into his worn-in spot on the couch with you under his arm. He smiles at the comforting thought as he pushes the door in, humming under his breath as he steps inside. 

He drops his keys into the ceramic bowl near the door with a clink before he begins peeling his jacket and vest off. His arm is halfway in and out of his jacket as his ears perk at the music trailing down the hall from his room. He finishes shrugging his jacket off, tossing it over the La-Z-Boy before he stalks towards his room, taking care to cushion his steps. As he gets closer he can make out the faint synth and the clap of the drum machine; it’s Madonna, he realizes.

He dips his head to peek through the slit between the door and the frame, eyes glowing with mirth as a wide grin consumes his face.

Only when I’m dancing can I feel this free…

He hadn't expected to find this upon coming home. You’re usually stretched out across the sofa or his bed, mentally marking the bubbles of a quiz inside a Cosmo that Nancy let you borrow or smiling to yourself as you flip through the pages of one of your bodice ripper romances. Instead, from his vantage point, he can see you singing along to the tape that you’ve popped into his stereo, sipping a black cherry Tab as you skip around his room tidying up the cluttered space. You pick up discarded clothes from his floor, pinching that lacy number he stripped off of you that morning and dangling it over your pointer finger as you absentmindedly twirl it around before tossing it into the hamper.

Tonight I’m gonna dance with someone else…

As the song builds to its chorus you drop the clothes you're working with, take one more gulp of your soda and start bobbing your head and shaking your hips. With the way you sway, he can't help but admire how your frame fits under one of his ragged sleep shirts. Your legs are bare and enticing as you prance around with only your underwear on underneath, the reliable lilac pair that you wear flashing at him with every punctuated glide you make down your legs before flipping your hair back. 

Get into the groove,

Boy you’ve got to prove,

Your love to me…

Your voice picks up in confidence and volume. Even if you're not classically trained, you make up for the wavering notes and shifting keys with your enthusiasm as you stomp about his room, shaking your head and shifting your hair as you swivel and cock your hips in a way that has Eddie swooning against the door frame. The door kicks open wider as he watches you, tongue licking at his canine in amusement and adoration.

Your singing subdues into little mumbled harmonies and a few enunciated riffs as you drag your hands from your thighs up your rocking body, your fingers catching the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your ass to offer just a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glimpse. You writhe like a charmed snake in a wicker basket, your hands meeting over your head as you slither in mesmerizing forms.

You fall away from your dance but maintain the skip in your step and the nod in your head as you bend over and snatch a pair of Eddie's boxers from the floor. You twirl in place, boxers held to your chest as you get lost in the music, shifting your feet to twist you around, eyes closed blissfully.

“At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see— AH!”

You scream, chucking the boxers at Eddie’s head as you’re startled. He ducks as the garment soars over his head and he laughs at your reaction.

“Jesus, sweetheart! You almost took me out with my own drawers!”

“Eddie!” You scold, with wide eyes and a small crinkle between your brows, “You scared the shit out of me!”

You’re clutching your chest with one hand as your breath relaxes but your eyes screw up in mild anger at the fact that he snuck up on you.

“M’sorry! Didn’t want to interrupt the show.”

You groan, your hands crawling over your face as you wince, “You saw that?”

Eddie steps towards you, soothing your embarrassment by rubbing at your arms.

“Mm-hmm, and, if I may say so,” he leans in to whisper into your ear, “it was very sexy.”

You sputter out a giggle at him before taking your hands and pulling at the loose thread along the collar of his t-shirt— perhaps you’re the reason all of his shirts have holes along the collar.

“Of course you would find it sexy,” you tease as your fingers migrate upwards to play with the ends of his hair. “You could watch me floss my teeth and get a semi.”

“Can you blame a guy?” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer. “With a girl as smokin’ as you, it’s impossible to keep the little guy down.”

You snort, letting your head fall into his chest as he strokes your hair.

You bask in the silence for a moment, the two of you shuffling your feet and breathing each other in. The song’s ended by now and moved on to another poppy dance number that fades into the background.

“Think you can teach me some of those moves?” He questions into your hairline.

You hum, a smile coating the sound as you lean back to look into his eyes.

“I dunno, don’t think you’re limber enough to pull off some of these crazed gyrations of this rock generation.”

He smiles down at you, leaning close enough to nip at your lips, “I’ll have you know I’m a proper Johnny Castle, baby.” His smile gives way to a contemplative yet amused shape, “And did you just quote Ted Nugent to me?”

You nod your head as a wide grin splits across your face.

“Oh, you don't know what you do to me, woman!”

You squeal as he hoists you up and throws you onto his bed, your head falling back against his pillows as you laugh from the excitement of it. You fall into soft hums of laughter that slip past your throat as Eddie follows you down and climbs up your body, nipping at your calves and thighs, pushing his nose against the hem of your— well, his shirt— to reveal that worn lilac cotton that you make look like a whole Victoria’s Secret set.

“And I’ll show you dancing, I’m quite skilled at Zee Wango, Zee Tango.”

[skylarsblue]

»zenless zone zero«

Details of Belle's room, because I like her a lot and she deserves more attention.

[Desc: Belle's wooden desk. Featuring an industrial style lamp, a metal lock box under a standard black file box. There's a pair of white headphones with green detailing, and a clear plus(+) and minus(-) symbol for volume. A pencil holder that looks a bit like film, though it has numbers & letters. It holds a pair of scissors, a graphite pencil, an exacto blade/box cutter, a marker, and a mechanical pencils/pen. There's a scrap/sketch book in the center, brown and seemingly leather. There's a latch and band to keep it closed and it's covered in stamps, most notably one with a four leaf clover. On the wall are two post it notes, both with little doodles. This hints that she's creative. Either collecting stamps and stickers, which would align with the stickers all over her room and her pension for memory keeping (see the memory board the player can edit), and that she at least does small doodles, if not draw as a hobby.]

[Desc: Beside her orange box tv; which is inspired by vintage 70s/80s tube televisions with knobs/dials; is a game console on top of a VHS player. It's seemingly inspired by the Super Nintendo Entertainment System, based on it's shape. There are three game cartridges, one in the machine. The one in the console is half visible, but what we can see has a blue smiley face. The second cartridge with a visible sticker seems to be either a horror or "biohazard" type shooter game. Though that's my interpretation.]

[Desc: Beside her desk is a wall with pipes. On the lower pipe there are more post it notes with more small doodles, stuck to the pipe with small magnets. One features a small yellow star and three big question marks. Two features a figure running with their hands over their head, carrying a heart. Three has some illegible writing and an emoticon face. On the pipe above this one are VHS tape boxes. Most are in kanji I cannot read, but the ones I can are- (1) The Silence of the Butterflies (2) I'M NOT A BANGBOO (3) The Sixteenth Split. I like to imagine the first movie is maybe a reference to Silence of the Lambs, based on the title alone. Which, if it is, might mean Belle likes horror/psychological horror movies.]

[Desc: On the table beside her mini fridge is a hybrid music player. It plays records via a slit in the front, almost like a CD player. And there's a space for walkman tapes above that. The volume knob is notably loud, there are tiny numbers and Belle's set it to the second-to-last setting. There's a box of records beside it with two semi visible packages. The first one is in kanji I, again, cannot read. But my guess, based on the art, is some kind of alt style music. The one behind it has a barely visible animal mascot with vibrant blues & greens, and the sharp art style makes me think of electric rock or pop. Behind this is her night stand. On the nightstand is a blue "GameBoy" and a yellow mug that says 'LENMAN', which is also seen on a soda can in her room. Lemon soda, I would guess.]

[Desc: The wall beside Belle's (unmade) bed. There are five posters. One features art of a woman's face above the movie title; 'REVERSAL'. There is some silhouette art that vaguely looks like some ethereal monsters, followed by the movie tag line underneathe - "Night of the Ethereal Reversal". Might be a Night of the Living Dead reference. Which further makes me believe Belle likes horror movies. The second poster is covered by One & Three, which makes it pretty hard to know what it shows. What I can see is an unfinished title - "---- Slayer". There's eyes on some of the visible artwork and it looks vaguely like a record with scenes on it. The third poster features various Bangboos climbing away from a large, glowing, orange, Bangboo that seems to be "exploding" with energy, exposing its skeleton & heart. There's kanji I can't read, but under the kanji title is the word "THUNDER". And the words "BANGBOO POWER" are behind the artwork at the top. The fourth poster is one also seen downstairs in the Random Play store. The title is 'Coffee Mate'. Based on the style & energy of the artwork, my personal guess is that it's a romantic, slow paced anime film. The fifth & last poster is titles Ports Peak. The art is blue with a red chainsaw blade shape cutting through the middle, in the blade shape is the vague image of a man's side profile. Based on the blood splatter pattern & the chainsaw, this is likely a horror movie. The art makes me think of Evil Dead & Texas Chainsaw Massacre, personally.]

{Desc: Beside Belle's leather couch is a red electric guitar & an orange amp. On the couch is also one of her console controllers...which has no joy sticks, only a d pad, buttons, and bumpers. Also, she has stickers on her leather couch, clearly showing she gives no fucks.]

[Desc: On the floor, in a divot in the wall beside the small stairs that go up to her bed's raised platform is a skateboard & a framed poster. The skateboard features a green dinosaur/monster with it's mouth open. The bottom says FATE, likely the brand. The framed poster features two smiling tigers on the top & bottom of a logo, on a red & black striped background. Since she also has snowboard goggles in her room, I'm guessing she uses the skateboard when the weather is too warm for snow.]

[Desc: Next to Eous's charging station is a yellow dresser. On top of it is a boombox radio that has two mixtape spots. There's a small display with random colors that currently displays a pause symbol. It also has an antenna, which means it could be used as a standard FM/AM radio. Beside the boombox is a rabbit statue that Belle is using to hold a pair of black, green & blue snowboarding goggles. Small note, on Eous' coat is the words "Random Play - Staff", and his scarf has their name in small text.]

[Desc: At the end of Belle's bed is a pair of red shelves, and a pair of industrial metal & wood shelves. On the red shelves are three record sleeves. The small text on the albums is gibberish, but they're all made by 5AM Studios. The first and top one is black with white graffiti-bubble letters that say "3Z". R'n'B maybe? I've seen art like this for some R'N'B albums. Below it, the second album features some art of a Bangboo riding a cat through a ring of fire. Above the art is the word ZENLESS. The font & style give me, personally, some rock vibes. What subgenre of rock, I'm not sure. The last album is a art of a spider on a black & red ombre background, contrasting the spider, which features the same gradient in the opposite direction. The spider seems to feature the name of the band or album, but I can't tell what it says. I do know that this shit has to be a metal album. I'm like, 90% sure. On the industrial style shelves are some VHS tapes & a box. These tapes look like the type you buy for your own recordings, rather than ones with movies. Underneath that level is a technicolor piece of artwork in a frame. There's an illegible signature in the right bottom corner, meaning it's an autograph.]

[rawvnoise]

(I'm finally doing the thing I said I'd do)

How to be punk

Distros! Distros! Distro!

What are they, why are they integral to punk, and why I love them

1. What is a "distro"? A in the punk scene (although not exclusive to punk) is a store/seller that distributes merch and or jewelry whether official or bootleg. They can be both done my a physical shop/seller or more now a days a online store front. Often time a distro makes there own products but some will sell office merch or will act as a hub for the artists items or sell general items ie, studs, laces, non band shirts, etc

2. Why I think there good, first it's good to support non music artists in the scene. They make are gear, shirt, tapes, and big bags of studs, they are a big help to people who can't diy certain items, bands to sell merch, and artists to make a life of there art, and its just a great way to get shit you like. Diy or die and all that but we'd all be hypocrites if we said we'd never bought a band shirt, or a bag of studs or a pin. Plus the quality and craftsmanship ship of these item is much more professional as these people specialize and have heavy duty equipment for there products

3. But where do I look? First (if you live near a major city) look around your scene and see if there are ones near you, support your local scene first if you can.

If not there look online as there are many online. I find it best to look on ig/Facebook/Twitter as many have a social media, then look through recommends, mentions in there posts, other shops they follow, and the such.

Next try etsy, there's a large amount of them on etsy as it's a great hub for distros, look up for specific band or items like "black flag patch" or "cone stud belt" and look for one you like a check out the shop for stuff you might also like.

It just a thing you need to set aside some time and you will learn some

But I'm going to tell you some now (note you might need to add distro or etsy at the end of these to find them) I'll be making more of these up the note distro list

Black squeegee

Maggot death

Flip the record

Pin up 77

Celtic rockers

Insult to injury

Grindfather

Machine cuisine

Drunk with a press

Pogo shop

Portland distro

Crust punk dot com

Punk tribe

Pin head

Iron lung

Cash 4 chaos

Tank crimes

Head noise

Black crow

Gay Halloween

Criminal medals

Chaos tribes

(Tw for sh reference in the name but this distro is super cool)

Slit wrist distro

Please like and reblog

I hope you have a nice time with this and stay punk you fuck

[cursedlanternsstuff]

So! Im breaking shirt updates into initial post plus a reblog update because I have no idea how to add a read more cut. No y’all(if anyone even sees this) read that right.

I never claimed to be good at social media but I can at least make a costume that’ll hopefully look good when it’s done.

Onto the update! I got the collar cut and lines added.

Pardon the funky angle the phone decides when it wants pictures to stay in the orientation that Im holding the phone in and when it wants to be a bugger.

And after that, I sewed the lines on the neck gussets before I forgot to.

Yes I know I didn’t sew lines on closest to the folded edge of the gusset. Because they would get eaten by the french seam that goes there when I attach the collar later. And I changed the embroidery thread out for the actual sewing thread.

Yes I forgot to swap them out for a very short seam. No it’s not noticeable cause it was for one of the first seams on the gusset edges for the french seam.

And before I sewed the ends of the collar, I got the dog hair and stray thread bit off the voile…

With a piece of paint tape rolled onto itself and by luck loose enough that it would roll around my finger.

Hey this was probably for the best considering I couldn’t find the full sized lint roller and this meant I didn’t have to worry as much about catching the edges of the fabric.

Tiny first seam of the whole french seam

Finished french seams and it’s probably hard to tell in this next picture but anyways

You can sorta see the little edges from the first seam in the second seam.

Anyways, I’d be working on this more but unfortunately for the neck slit or rather the split part Im gonna have to figure out how to use the rolled hem foot that came with the sewing machine to hem those edges and then sew the collar on.

But slight hiccup aside, I have high hopes that if nothing else works right this shirt will look neat at least.

[our-transgender-experiences]

ok some more tips/reasources

there’s a couple things you can do to avoid deadnames

on a computer install the deadname remover extension there’s one for Firefox and chrome it won’t effect your actual documents or websites but it makes one thing(your deadname) look like the other(your real name)

https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/deadname-remover/

https://chromewebstore.google.com/detail/deadname-remover/cceilgmnkeijahkehfcgfalepihfbcag?pli=1

last thing you can’t mark out it on prescription medicine that’s illegal and you’d get in trouble if you went traveling and someone saw but you can take a post it note cut out the sticky part write your real name and stick it over the deadname to cover it just remember to take it off if you go traveling through customs or whatever just to be safe

from what I know most binders hold up in the washing machine just don’t put them in the dryer if you need to try them fast use a dehumidifier or a hair blow dryer or lay them on top of the dryer the heat helps not as fast as the other options though lastly gc2b quality is getting better from it’s dip as long as you get one of the newer versions which admittedly are insanely expensive but they’re the best ones from what I’ve been told by my friends

if you have a packer you can sew a pocket into the inside of your boxers to hold them that’s the option people use the most that’s the most comfortable for them or they get adhesive packers look it up some packers can be glued or taped down safely (make sure you use the right stuff medical grade only and make sure you’re following instructions of the packer and adhesive to stay safe)

bras come with foam pads and some bras leave slits in the sides to adjust the pads and you can reach in and double or triple the padding up or stuff them on the inside so you don’t have to deal with padding directly on your skin and you don’t have to deal with multiple sets of bras at once just look at pictures and make sure it looks natural you don’t want a bullet bra look or a overstuffed fake look unless that’s what you’re going for

good luck!!!

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[alemonyoyo]

No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 8.5

I am officially back at school, attending my final year of high school! I will be busy, chapters will come out very infrequently!

To tide you over, since I am exhausted, have this short little bit of actual PLOT!!! (IK not just North Star fluff, dw, that will come soon).

Also, I'm drifting a little from the UTY fandom (yeah, uh oh) but I definitely DON'T wanna abandon this fic!

Worse comes to worse, I'll finish it swiftly, and do my best to still make that entertaining. This is the longest fic I think I've ever wrote, most of my other stuff is oneshots!

Sorry about all that, hopefully you can enjoy this very short snippet of what's to come (maybe heh).

Missed the previous chapters? Check out the Masterlist!

Words: 552

Tags: GN Reader, Jealousy, Plot?

Summary: We shift to a new perspective as things unfold behind the scene.

Chapter 8.5 - A New Perspective:

There was a piercing sound in the air. It was faint, but persistent. Her ears, sharp as a dagger, picked up its sound all too well. As she fumbled with the equipment splayed out on the desk beneath her, she found her patience waning thin, the sound piercing into her skull, stabbing like the thick spears of the Royal Guard.

How could she let it get this far? How could she have been so stupid? She should have killed them right then and there when they walked into the Wild East, yet the look on his face; it healed all of her wounds, though only for a moment. She entertained this idea only to keep him happy, but it had been too long now to turn back.

Ceroba walked over to the vials of serum, each a pungent blue in colour, painfully standing out amongst the backdrop of muted greys. She had to do this. For Kanako. It was the only way to keep her alive.

Going through with this though, she thought, would ruin everything for him.

She had never felt so happy for him, the moment they admitted their feelings for him. That flustered look on their face, all bashful yet trusting in her company. They *trusted* her. Star trusted her. And she was going to throw that all away.

Finally, Starlo was going to feel the love she had always wanted him to experience, taken away from the years of torment she knew she put him through. She was happy then, and he was miserable. Now it was like night and day as she wallowed in a sea of misery. But he would be happy. He would finally be happy.

Ceroba clenched her fists tightly, walking over to the large, old TV. No- She can’t let this sway her. Surely Star would be happier knowing her child was safe and out of harm's way. Surely Star would be happier knowing she was happy? Surely she meant more to him? She pressed the small round button on the TV, knowing the tape was already loaded in the slot when she had last watched it. A sobering reminder of why she had to do this.

It wasn’t just for Kanako. It wasn’t just for Chujin. But for the fate of the world.

Well, that is what she told herself as she waited for the video to play, though she was only met with static. Ceroba smacked a pawed hand on the TV, growing impatient and frustrated as she sobbed out. This was too much! Too hard of a choice! Why was this her choice to make? Why couldn’t she have both? Why did they have to be human?

She ceased her abuse of the TV, instead pressing the eject button, waiting for the tape to shift out of the slot. She waited, the still ringing sound of the machines around her whirring in an annoying fashion. She heard the mechanics in the TV shift, the slot opening and pushing out the thick, heavy air. There was no tape, nothing at all.

She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, reaching panicked hands into the slot, trying to slip down into the small slit. Empty.

Someone had taken Chujins tape which could only mean-

Someone knew.

***

“母？”

[eolewyn1010]

Amateur sewing - The Goddamn Pirate Poet Shirt

So. I made a thing.

A vaguely late-18th / early-19th century-style shirt. And I'm saying vaguely because, while this has about the right look, I took a few liberties in construction.

First of all: I wanted ruffles. None of the tutorials I used added ruffles because, frankly, that's a whole lot of hemming work for not that much length of fabric, but I wanted the frill. Behold. Also visible in this picture: The dropped shoulders, which are in fact according to the historical references.

The collar from its better side. The other side, I had to extend with a little placket as this shirt has two modes: slutty pirate (open cleavage) and 18th c decency (closed with a cravat), and for the latter option I wanted to be able to shut it with buttons. For which I apparently took the wrong measure from my neck. Problem-solving!

The front placket isn't the prettiest thing in the world, but the closed collar is meant to be covered by the cravat anyway. And check out my darling nacre buttons! I love them so much that I used two on every cuff despite that not being strictly necessary. Probably would have gotten away with one on each side. But. Look. Shiny.

Altogether, I think I used up, like, 70 meters of linen thread? Which is not super economical, but 1st, I backstitched really everything, except when I was felling over the (already backstitched) hems. 2nd, there were the underarm gussets, and wherever a reinforcement patch / strip could go on, I put one in, such as both sides of the collar, the slits to both leg sides, the shoulders and cuffs. And 3rd, there were my neat lil' additional bits such as the long, long ruffles, the tie I added into the cleavage, and the cravat.

I learned that linen thread is a bit tricky; it's very strong, but it's not super even, and it knots easily. It also cannot be used in a machine, but I did this entire thing by hand anyway, so that didn't bother me all that much. Not because I'm a stickler for historical practice, but because sewing machines are scary. I may have to tackle this fear for the sake of my fingertips.

I need to work on my estimation of seam allowance, because I had to clean up the edges on the inside of my shoulder/sleeve seam with twill tape, because I hadn't left enough seam allowance to hem over all that scrunchy, ruffly bit. Twill tape is probably not historical practice for such a shirt; I think this only became a thing after Spinning Jenny was invented, but it served me well. I also need to work on my sewing vocabulary, because I learned most of it online - and thus, English, confusing the hell out of my friend when I didn't understand my mother tongue's term for "seam allowance" because I had literally never heard it XD

Fun fact: I bought the linen for this literally years ago (a bed-set, because it's a lot of yardage for a relatively cheap price; I still have lots leftover). But only now did I sit down and make a shirt out of it, and I love it. The sleeves are so poofy! And all that seaming was worth it; the shirt already had a round in the washing machine, and it's perfectly intact. I think I did a good job!

The cravat is, aside from the twill tape inside and the buttons, the only thing that's not 100% linen, because my mom crocheted the lace trim for me from cotton yarn. My draft is not quite how a historical cravat from the 18th / 19th century turn would look, but I honestly don't care; the combination makes the shirt so goddamn fabulous! I love this; it was super worth the work. Time to get on a snazzy waistcoat to go with this <.<

[silhouette-cosplay]

I came across your qui gon cosplay on GOOGLE because I have been searching for ages to find a good qui gon poncho! I work remotely from home and being able to wear that poncho “to work” would definitely help me get through the days with a little less soul crushing! After not much digging at all, I saw that you made yours. Any tutorials or guidance for that? I am not a stranger to a sewing machine, but don’t have enough experience to start from scratch. Thanks so much!

Wow, firstly I’m just impressed that google shows anyone anything useful these days! Thank you so much!

A poncho is actually SUPER simple—the most basic shape is to just have a square and cut a hole or a slit in the middle for your head! (And then turn under all the edges to finish/use bias tape/something so there aren’t raw edges)

Qui-gon’s poncho is technically a little more complicated: it’s three panels, and it’s a ROUNDED square rather than a straight-edge square (please excuse my sloppy phone drawings):

And then you can add whatever kind of border you want! I was my usual Extra self and made my own stencils to paint a border that vaguely resembled the screen used one, but you could do paint, or more fabric, or whatever!

Adding this pic because you can see one of the panel seams and how I turned the hem under twice for a clean edge!

[poupeesdecirque]

WiP - 2nd Uniform for Allen - Pt 5

or "just one more seam"

Per stacking up coincidences I ended up with a short day at work and despite the fact I had little motivation I pushed myself to work on the uniform. I ended up working 3,5 hours on the uniform :')

First I put together the lining, then I corrected the waist fit a bit before I continued to sew the lining in. Starting with the collar.

Here is the progress of the collar and...

A little fitting test with it C:

Next was sewing in the zipper, I did one part with machine and closed the rest by hand as the zipper is partially inside the lining and partially attached to the inside of the collar.

So this was what we got now :D oh and I added shoulder pads.

After a little break for dinner I continued with the handsewing.

Which went quite nice for a while.

But as I closed the slit in the back and did a fitting test I discovered this ....

A super ugly bulge, only solution: opening up the seam again to fix it.

But as I found out why it was like this I had to ...

remove some of the tape again as it would disappear otherwise :')

SO ... next up is fixing the tape, then closing the last seam and THEN finally moving forward. I am not yet sure how I will close the whole thing, then there is two belts, buttons and a bit of crafting left.

[conundrumoftime]

Another Helen Dunmore poem, about the London underground

To Virgil

Lead me with your cold, sure hand, make me press the correct buttons on the automatic ticket machine, make me not present my ticket upside down to the slit mouth at the barriers,

then make the lift not jam in the hot dark of the deepest lines. May I hear the voice on the loudspeaker and understand each syllable of the doggerel of stations.

If it is rush-hour, let me be close to the doors, I do not ask for space, let no one crush me into a corner or accidentally squeeze hard on my breasts or hit me with bags or chew gum in my face.

If there are incidents, let them be over, let there be no red-and-white tape marking the place, make it not happen when the tunnel has wrapped its arms around my train and the lights have failed.

Float me up the narrow escalator not looking backward, losing my balance or letting go of your cold, sure hand. Let there not be a fire in the gaps, hold me secure. Let me come home to the air.

(Helen Dunmore, from Recovering a Body (1994) )

[undergroundbillions]

Doom's super-easy quick-and-dirty fool-proof rag doll tutorial! Part one

Part one of many! Masterpost here.

I've seen a lot of new people wanting to make their own rag doll but not being sure how to go about it, so as someone who has made many dolls of my own, here's my tutorial for all of you! Since many people don't have sewing machine, you won't need one for this tutorial. Just a needle and thread and pins. Everything used here is available at Walmart, Bimart, or similar stores.

Supplies:

Sewing needle, pins, scissors, thread in similar colors to your fabric

Cotton or similar thin, smooth fabric for the base

Embroidery thread

Felt

Yarn for hair

Sock fabric (optional)

Shoe fabric (optional)

Stuffing

Two rulers (or similar long, thin, and sturdy objects)

Tape

This Pattern printed out on letter (8.5 × 11 inch) paper for the size I am making here, you can adjust however you like.

Step 1: Cutting Fabric

If you want to make different colored feet, cut the foot off of the leg pattern piece as shown.

Most of your fabrics will have a "right" side, the side that looks good and that you want on the outside, and a "wrong" side. Fold your body fabric in half, with the right sides inward. Lay out your body and arm patterns with at least an inch of space between them, tracing one body and two arms.

For your other pieces, lay out your fabric wrong side up. Once again keeping an inch between each piece, trace two leg pieces, then flip over the pattern to trace two mirrored legs. Repeat with the feet.

Cut out all the fabric, keeping a 1/2 inch of allowance around your drawn lines.

Step 2: Arms

Take your two arm pieces, still together as they were when you cut them out. Following your traced line, sew the two together with a running stitch (YouTube tutorial). You can also speed this up by doing multiple stitches at once.

Once they're sewn together, you want to clip the edges where they curve. This helps the fabric not bunch up when turned. Be careful not to clip through your sewing, clip every inch or so where the curves are tight, and less often where they're more subtle.

Turn the arms right-side out. A chopstick or eraser end of a pencil helps. Stuff them halfway full, up to where you want your "elbow" joint to be. Pinch the sides of the fabric together and pin through both of them straight across. This is where you will sew to create a thin point where the arm can hinge. Sew with a running stitch across where the pin is.

Then stuff the rest of the arm. You can pin or sew this end close to make things easier later on.

Step 3: Legs

Lay out your leg and foot pieces as shown (you can skip this part if you aren't doing separate fabrics for the shoes) right sides up and the toe facing the flat part of the leg. Take each foot pieces and flip it over, resting it on top of the corresponding leg. This is the position you will now pin them in, curving the fabric to match up the sides. Sew along the drawn line for each foot.

Now take each leg and match it up to its mirror image, lining them up with the right sides against each other. Sew just like you did for the hands, and clip around the edges the same way before turning them inside out.

Stuff the legs halfway up to the "knee" joint and pin across. Just like the arms, sew across here to create a joint. Stuff the rest of the legs and pin or sew the ends closed.

Step 4: Body & Face

Take your two body pieces, still with right sides together like they were cut. Sew from one shoulder corner around the head to the other shoulder. Leave the rest open. Cut slits along the curve of the head and where the neck dips inward. Turn it inside out.

For this face I'm showing off two ways you can make designs, applied fabric and embroidery. Another option is painting, which is more straightforward so I wanted to show some other methods.

For the eyes and nose, cut out your designs from felt or a similar fabric like fleece which won't fray. Pin them in place to test out your design. Using similar colored thread and a whip stitch (YouTube tutorial), sew them in place. Turn the head semi inside-out to tie them off on the inside.

If you're going to embroider, start by using a pencil to draw out your lines. Embroidering is just sewing but visible. This line here was made by doing a running stitch in one direction, then going back in the other direction using the same holes to fill in the in-between gaps. Here are some more good stitches if you'd like a video.

Next section!

[pipzeroes]

The tune is based, with permission, on “How To Build A Fence” by Nova Scotia singer/songwriter Bob Snider.

How To Build A Corsi-Rosenthal Box

It’s time to clear the air Cause COVID is still there… And if you want a cheap machine that will cancel tox- -ic pathogens in the air, Well then you oughta hear ‘bout the Corsi-Rosenthal Box.

First you get your fan, Keep the box that it came in You’ll need it for the floor; Now get filters, count 'em, four. What rating? MERV-13. The hardware store will know what you mean. As always, you’ll be stuck, Without your tape for duck. Now add a box-cutter, you're on your way to warding off the pox! This is everything you need to build a Corsi-Rosenthal Box.

With the filters, build the shell In order to build it well Look for the big arrow; It shows how the air should flow. First filter you begin With the arrow pointing in Then build a filter fence By butting up against Tape it up so every filter interlocks Now you’ve got four strong walls for your Corsi-Rosenthal Box.

Don’t worry there’s not much more But you’ve got to make a floor That shouldn’t come as a shock Since that’s why you kept the box So cut your square to fit Tape it on the top of it Turn it upside down and then You’re ready for the fan Now with all you’ve done you’ll find that you’re approx- -imately one or two steps from done your Corsi-Rosenthal box

Before you do the rest, You’ve got to give the fan a test You'll feel like such a jerk, If it turns out not to work, When you’ve used up all that tape To attach it to the crate And covered gaps and slits With tape and cardboard bits

Not to complicate, just make a little slit in the tape So the cord can escape Or else the thing will never go Make a little slit then cut another bit Also with a slit They fit Opposite And overlap them now you’re sealing soundly so– You’re sure it’s only through the filters air can blow– Also— They take out dust and pollen and smoke Which is good to know Tape the corners of the fan just to increase the rate of flow– Oh! Congratulations you just built one of the building blocks, For being safe to respire (Ahhh…) Now sit back and admire Your lovely little Corsi-Rosenthal Box

[slittingmachine]

Green Tape Slitting Machine

[twin-skelletons]

The first thing he always did when he got back was run the washing machine. Adrian learned a long time ago that once the blood dried, there was no saving his clothes.

He wouldn’t have bothered washing them before. It was much easier to have them torched and then buy a new set. But then his clothes budget started eating into his food budget. It was only then that Adrian decided to invest in hydrogen peroxide and bleach.

There was never anyone in the laundry room at three o’clock in the morning. Not that it mattered anyway. When Evelyn found out he’d been living in an apartment in at the edge of Alba City, she made a face.

“Be careful out there. You might get jumped…or worse.”

His partner and the rest of the city seemed to have a certain perception of the area, a certain perception that couldn’t be further from the truth. People were barely willing to make eye contact with each other, let alone attempt to jump anyone. If one of Adrian’s neighbors walked in on him scrubbing the bloodstains out of his clothes, they’d probably just apologize before turning around and pretending they didn’t see anything. That’s how much they wanted to mind their own business.

The washer beeped. He took out his collared shirt, inspecting it for stains. Once he saw that it was spotless, he moved the load into the dryer with a satisfied smile.

It’d been a particularly long day. They started the morning with a forty-mile drive out to an abandoned car on the side of the highway. It wasn’t until they opened the trunk that they understood why homicide had been called.

“What kind of monster does this?” Evelyn asked, taking in the sight of the victim splayed out across the blood-matted rug. It was clear he’d been dumped there without any considerations for respect or decency.

“Syndicate.”

“How do you know?”

The slit throat had tipped him off. It was sloppy, so it was probably some grunt that lacked experience, but it did the job. Adrian kept that part to himself. Instead, he pulled on his gloves and pointed at the subtle outline in the victim’s front pocket. It was a long, thin, cylindrical shape.

“Red Eye,” Evelyn said.

Sure enough, Adrian reached in and pulled out an empty vial. “Bag it. We’ll send it over for a chemical analysis once we get back.”

Evelyn grabbed an evidence bag and held it open for Adrian to drop the vial in. Once she sealed it, she brought it back to their cruiser.

Adrian caught a glimpse of something peeking out from underneath the rug. He pulled out a half-used matchbook. Even though it’d been crumpled and creased, Adrian recognized the logo: a tree with a snake wrapped around the trunk.

He glanced over his shoulder. Evelyn was still at the cruiser, securing the evidence in the trunk. The patrol officers who had taped off the surrounding area were chatting across the way. In one swift movement, Adrian tucked the matchbook into one of the inside pockets of his coat.

“Does he have anything else on him?” Evelyn asked when she came back. Adrian handed her the victim’s wallet. She flipped it open and pulled out his driver’s license. “Roy Marino. Lived in Alba City. Eighteen years old.” There was a pause as she examined the photo. He had a gentle smile and wide eyes. When she lowered the card, she saw those same wide eyes staring back at her, completely glazed over. “He was just a kid.”

The rest of the day followed protocol. They got the vial back to the lab before heading to the address on Roy’s ID. His mother answered the door with a smile. As soon as they introduced themselves, her smile faded. They never even made it into the living room. Adrian and Evelyn knelt beside her in the threshold of the door, taking turns offering their condolences as she sobbed into her hands.

“So Roy sneaks out sometime after midnight and dispatch gets the call about the car at six in the morning,” Evelyn recapped, cupping her coffee mug with both hands. “In between all that, he gets his hands on a vial of Red Eye. If we’re waiting on autopsy and lab results, then we should work on retracing his steps.”

They were at a diner halfway between the Marino’s residence and the office. It was supposed to be lunch, but one of the occupational hazards of being a detective was that you rarely had an appetite. Adrian sat across from his partner, taking a long drag from his cigarette. She subconsciously leaned away from him when he smoked, like the few-inch difference would somehow save her from the smell. That’d be great if the entire diner wasn’t filled with chain smokers and every piece of furniture hadn’t already been permeated with decades of smoke.

“What makes you think he ‘got his hands on’ Red Eye? For all we know, he could be a dealer. Syndicate, even.”

“He wasn’t.”

Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Because…?”

“I just know. He was a good kid. No mother would cry like that if he wasn’t.”

One of Evelyn’s classic lines. ‘I just know’ this, ‘gut feeling’ that. Once she started sympathizing with someone, it was like she had on blinders. Adrian didn’t bother continuing his line of questioning. Agree to disagree. That’s how their partnership worked.

“What’s the plan?”

Evelyn waved her communicator. “The car just came back registered to a Darnell Sala. He reported it stolen a week ago. Seems like a decent place to start.”

At least it started out decent. Mr. Sala didn’t know anything beyond the fact that his car had been stolen from a gas station while he was inside using the bathroom. When they tried pulling security camera footage, they found that all the cameras were fake. The gas station owner claimed they ‘looked real enough’ to deter punks from trying anything. Apparently not.

The rest of the day was spent going up and down the street into local businesses to see if they could find any witnesses. When that didn’t surface anything useful, they started sifting through traffic camera footage. It wasn’t until Evelyn looked up from the screen to see the night sky out the window that they stopped.

“It’s already ten. I have to get my notes ready for court tomorrow,” she hissed as she scooped papers and files into her bag. “You’re going to be there, right?”

It was a rhetorical question. If Adrian had a choice, he’d be anywhere but there. Still, he nodded. “Yeah. Just gonna finish up here.”

With that, Evelyn excused herself. Adrian kept scrubbing through the footage in their empty office. Outside, the muffled footsteps of the night shift carried through the walls. The light from the hallway spilled in from the crack beneath the door. His eyes watched the screen for the black car. As the footage played at double speed, cars flew past, pedestrians moved at unnatural speeds, and the traffic lights flickered. Even while keeping track of all of that, Adrian’s mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was on the matchbook inside his pocket.

He got up from his desk a little past one. It was about that time.

A neon sign of a snake wrapped around the trunk of a tree bathed the street below in reds and greens. It was a weekday, so it was a quieter night for The Garden. The club usually had a line wrapped around the corner and a team of valet drivers and bouncers crowded at the entrance. Tonight, it was empty.

Adrian took one more drag of his cigarette before tossing it and crossing the street. The single bouncer barely acknowledged his presence, giving him a slight side-eye before looking ahead again. The inside was tamer than what Adrian was used to. Usually, the music was so loud that it made the floor vibrate and poured out into the street. There was a live band tucked away into the corner playing something slow, romantic. The only couple in the place swayed on the dancefloor.

You didn’t need to be a detective to know exactly who Adrian was there for. One, there was probably a total of twelve people in there including the band and bartender. And two, the kid sitting in the worst-lit area of the club was practically swimming in sweat. Adrian could almost see the puddles collecting on the table as the kid splayed his hands against the marble. Keeping his back to the kid, Adrian took a seat at the bar and called the bartender over.

“I’ll take a Piña Colada.”

The bartender blinked, processing his order. “Excuse me?”

“No Piña Colada? I guess a Blue Hawaiian will do.”

“Uh, no, I can make you a Piña Colada.” The bartender looked him up and down, waiting for Adrian to spring the inevitable ‘just kidding’. When that didn’t happen, he bowed his head slightly. “I’ll be right back, sir.”

Adrian glanced at the kid from one of the mirrors that lined the back wall of the bar. When Adrian called him a kid, he meant it. He couldn’t be a day over twenty-one. More likely than not, he was sneaking around with a fake ID. Or he was a part of something bigger, something that couldn’t give two shits about the legal drinking age. Adrian didn’t have to wait long to get his answer.

At the same moment the bartender set his cocktail in front of him, three men came in through the door. Adrian didn’t have to turn around or glance at their reflection to know they were Syndicate. He knew from the way their presence sucked the air out of the room. He also knew it from how the other patrons looked away.

Turning a blind eye. That’s what this city did best.

The men didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. As soon as they got to the kid’s table, the shortest of the three spoke. “Did you take care of it?”

The kid nodded rapidly. Any faster and his head would’ve snapped right off his neck. “Of course! Of course!”

There was a long pause. Eventually, Adrian heard the sound of the booth creak as all three men took a seat. They scooted in, pinning the kid between them.

“Can I explain something to you?” The short guy again. His voice was raspy, like all he did was inhale cigarettes by the pack.

“Of cou–”

The short guy raised a hand, cutting him off. “Just listen. Here’s how it works: we give you Red Eye to deal to punkass kids who have nothing better to do with their lives, you collect their money, you give the money to us, and we let you keep a cut. Rinse and repeat. You follow me so far?”

Rapid nodding.

“Okay. Now, a question. Where, in that very simple process, does a kid stealing from your stash before you get a single woolong out of him fit in?”

“I’m sorry, Ace! I know I fucked up but I took care of it just like you showed me!”

Ace clicked his tongue. Motioning to one of his henchmen, there was a resounding bang as he slammed something on the table in front of the kid. Adrian could tell by the extended silence that the kid was taking whatever it was.

“Tell me what you’re looking at.”

“The outside of my apartment.”

“And?”

“Two kids running down the street.”

“Did you ‘take care’ of two kids?”

If the kid was half a second quicker, maybe he could’ve gotten away with it. That half a second made all the difference in the world. “Of cou–”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Tommy!”

Adrian felt the rest of the patrons jump at the sudden roar. After a moment, they resumed whatever it was they were doing. Talking, swaying, playing music.

Quietly, Tommy spoke. “I’ll find the other one. It’ll never happen again, Ace. I promise.”

“I know it won’t.”

The henchmen to the right of Tommy grabbed his head, his two massive hands completely engulfing the kid’s skull. In an instant, he snapped his neck. This time, none of the patrons even flinched. The only response Adrian noticed was the way the bartender’s eyes slid shut as he took a breath. When he opened them again, all Adrian saw was exhaustion. He’d probably witnessed the same scene play out before him countless times. To him, it wasn’t a murder. Not even a crime. If anything, it was the same thing as locking your door before heading out or brushing your teeth before bed. Routine. 

Ace and his men continued their conversation, calling over to the bartender for a round of beers. Tommy’s body was slumped somewhere beneath the table already long forgotten. Once Adrian finished his drink, he stood up.

“Will that be all for tonight, sir?”

“Yeah.”

“Your total is a thousand woolongs.”

“You can put it on their tab.” He tilted his head in the direction of the Syndicate members. Again, the bartender waited for a ‘just kidding’. Again, it never came. “Tell them I’ll be waiting out back to thank them.”

A few expressions flashed across the bartender’s features. Unsurprisingly, the first was fear. Relaying the fact that Ace and his men had an extra charge on their bill was a guaranteed death sentence. And then he actually looked at them. Clinking their bottles together, shooting the breeze, laughing. Somewhere at their feet, a kid’s body lay in a crumpled pile. His gaze moved over to the other side of the club where the patrons remained in their own little worlds. Eventually, Adrian saw the expression he wanted to see.

“As you wish.”

There was still the chance that the bartender could chicken out. Adrian considered the possibility as he leaned against a brick wall a few alleys down from The Garden. It wouldn’t really change anything. The sun would rise, he’d present evidence in court, he and Evelyn would continue working Roy’s case until they were eventually led back to Tommy, and then it’d be over. Somewhere in there the sun would set, but that was one thing Adrian had a hard time keeping track of. Whether he took care of it tonight or not didn’t matter, and yet he found his palms itching.

“Ah, there you are.” Adrian turned toward the voice. Ace and his henchmen were standing near the entrance of the alleyway, still close enough to the streetlights to cast long shadows. “And where’s that ‘thank you’ I was promised?”

Adrian pushed himself off the wall. Their hands shot into their pockets in response to the sudden movement and only paused when Adrian showed that he was empty-handed.

“Thanks for treating. And sorry if I’m a little nervous. It’s not every day you meet Syndicate members in the flesh.”

Ace laughed at that. It was a strangled sound, like air leaking out of a balloon. “Why would you pull shit like that if you knew we were Syndicate?” They continued to close in on Adrian, backing him further down the alley. Even the streetlights couldn’t reach them now.

“Well, I can’t just ask for a vial of Red Eye in the middle of a club.”

A smirk stretched across Ace’s lips. “It’s bad manners to eavesdrop.”

So is snapping a kid’s neck in front of a bunch of strangers. Adrian had already pushed his luck enough tonight, so he held his tongue. Instead, he dug into one of his inside coat pockets and pulled out a stack of woolongs.

The sight of the money changed Ace’s tune in an instant. He cleared his throat before grabbing the stack. “I’ll overlook it just this once.” He thumbed through the bills until his fingers came to a sudden stop. “You’re short.”

Adrian’s hands shot up to his chest in surrender. “Nervous, remember? I’ve got it right here.” He reached back into his coat.

But he wasn’t reaching for money.

From his waistband, Adrian unsheathed one of his knives. He lunged forward, closing the distance between himself and the henchman in front of him. With one swing of his arm, Adrian plunged the knife into the side of the man’s neck.

It was always after the first kill that the world seemed to slow down. Adrian thought of it like dominos. One movement flowed seamlessly into the next. It was just a matter of aligning himself.

In his periphery, he saw Ace turn to run. The remaining henchman was reaching for his gun. Adrian inhaled as all the steps fell into place.

He yanked his knife free before pivoting, rushing directly at the other henchman. Fear glinted in the man’s wide eyes as he lifted his gun and tried to aim down his sights. But Adrian was faster. He snapped his right leg up, kicking the gun out of the man’s trembling fingers. Switching from a reverse grip to a forward, Adrian swung up, the blade piercing the bottom of the henchman’s jaw and up through his skull.

All that was left was Ace. He was still scrambling toward the street. Pulling his knife free, Adrian held it out in front of him, level with the center of Ace’s back. The weight was familiar. Comfortable. With the blade balanced on his fingers, he wound his arm back. And then he threw.

A satisfying thud followed as Ace fell to the ground.

Adrian took his time approaching. It was amusing to watch the man haul himself across the pavement. While he was small in comparison to his henchmen, he looked even smaller now. When Adrian got close, Ace froze.

“Please…” It came out more like a wheeze than a coherent word.

Adrian kneeled with one leg on either side of the man. He reached down to cover Ace’s mouth with one hand before yanking the knife out of his back with the other. The man’s screams were muffled by his leather gloves. Adrian squeezed as he pulled up on Ace’s jaw.

“This is what you showed Tommy, right?” Adrian leaned down, pressing the blade to Ace’s exposed throat. “I mean, of course you did. It’s classic Syndicate. I’m sure you teach all your recruits. It's just too bad most of them do a shitty job.”

Ace thrashed and kicked out his legs and pleaded. At least, Adrian assumed he was pleading.

“Let’s show them how it’s done.”

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[somediyprojects]

DIY Moroccan Wedding Blanket Tree Skirt

​Project by Gwen Hefner:

I’m certainly not the type who can trim the tree the same way, year after year. I love to try something new each Christmas, and while I often start with the ornaments, this year I decided to start with the skirt. I’ve admired the beauty of Moroccan wedding blankets for quite some time now, and it hit me that I could perhaps come up with something similar for a tree skirt. The blankets add so much warmth and texture to a space, and their subtle hints of sparkle are perfect for the holidays. Plus, the neutral palette lends itself to all sorts of decor – perfect for my ever-changing tree. –Gwen Hefner of The Makerista

Here is what you’ll need:

-A square piece of fabric (my fabric was 55″ wide, so I had the store cut it 55″ long) -Trimmings (I used 13 yards of sequin, 13 yards of brush fringe and a ball of yarn) -Fabric glue OR thread and a sewing machine -Scissors -A bowl or saucer -Measuring tape -Disappearing pen

Steps:

Begin by folding your fabric in half, then fold it in half again (quartering it into a smaller square). ​​ Find the folded corner and place a bowl or saucer over about 3″ of the corner. Trace with you pen and cut.

To get the bottom of the skirt rounded, you’ll need to think back to using a compass as a kid. Determine the length of your skirt and then slide the 0″ end of the measuring tape across the cut corner, marking at that same distance (23″ for me) all the way around.

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​Connect your dots and cut through all 4 layers.

​You now have a piece of fabric that is shaped like an “O” if you open it up and lay it flat. But you’ll need an opening to get it around the tree easily. With the skirt still folded into quarters, find the side that has two outward folds and cut down the center of one of the folds. Now your “O” is a “C.”

It’s time to decorate by adding the trims. You can opt to sew or glue here, and while I usually choose to sew, gluing seemed appropriate for this project. It’s not an item that gets a lot of wear and gluing will save you a lot of time. Begin with the fringe on the inside of the skirt and simply glue a piece from one side of the slit to the other.

​Measure down to find the halfway point of the skirt, placing several marks around the circumference as guides, and glue on another piece of fringe.

​Glue fringe on the outside of the skirt and then fill in, between what you have already attached.

​Next, add the sequin trim, simply eyeballing in between the fringe pieces.

And finally, fill in with yarn.

​Enjoy the sparkle and warmth it brings to your tree!