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varpusvaras · 5 months

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They are both breathing hard when they finally get back to the Senate.

Fox leads her through a smaller door, one that Leia, even with all her time spent in the Senate Dome has never even seen before, and pushes her into an elevator that currently has only three maintenance droids in it. They all beep at them, but quiet down when Fox shushes them. He takes the coat from Leia, while Leia starts to comb her hair open. They need to work fast, so Leia unceremoniously puts a part of her hair in her mouth, while she starts braiding another part of it.

Fox watches for a moment, before he reaches for her head.

"Same part from this side too?" He asks. Leia raises her brows at him through their reflections on the elevator's shining wall, but nods. Fox pulls his gloves off, and takes a part of her hair into his fingers, and starts to braid with surprising speed and skill, managing to match the tightness of the braid to hers closely enough when in the moving elevator. He holds the braid in place until Leia gets to tie it up, and pulls both the braids behind her head as she starts to braid the last braid on the front.

"You seem to know what you're doing", she comments, as her mouth is now free from hair.

"I braid Thorn's hair a lot", Fox answers. "And I've seen this same hairdo on your mother. The last one goes through the middle, right?"

Leia swallows, but gathers herself quickly.

"Yes", she answers, and throws the last braid over her head as well. He pulls it through and tightens it up. He's much gentler than Leia's or Mama's ladies-in-waiting, who would pull the braid so tight that Leia could feel the pull in her teeth. "Mother used to wear this when she was younger."

It was one of the braids that were easy to do, even for someone who wasn't too experienced in tying up the Royal ladie's hair, so it was many times chosen when there was, for some reason, not too much time for doing the hair to any of the more complicated upstyles. Mother had liked it when Leia had been small, especially on the days she had had more time to spend time with just Leia and father. Leia had learned to do it pretty young as well, so she could match up with mother on their days out.

Something turns and tightens inside her chest for the thought that Fox had spent enough time just looking at her mother, and paying attention to every little detail, that he knows how to do the braid without instructions. It's bittersweet, because it also makes her feel warm amidst all the turmoil. He has paid enough attention to her mother to know how to braid hair.

Fox backs away a bit, and hums.

"Looks neat enough", he says, and starts to pull his gloves back on. "Deep breaths. We're there in just a moment."

Leia has just enough time to touch her hair and turn around, when the elevator stops and beeps, and the doors open. Fox holds the coat for one of the droids.

"Put this into trash", he tells it. The droid beeps, opens its compartment and stuffs the coat in, and then wheels out after the two other droids. Fox steps out first and glances around, and then waves for Leia to follow.

"I'm going to take the maintenance door, and go up to the next floor", he tells her as they walk down the corridor. "Go straight from here, and take the elevator on the right side of the hall. I'll be there."

Leia nods. She brushes her fingers against his, and he curls his fingers around them briefly before they part ways.

Leia holds her head high and walks without looking around, to the end of the corridor and through the next door, and she crosses the hall on the other side without anyone stopping to even look at her. She steps into the elevator, and puts herself into the corner in the back, behind a few other Senators and aides. She recognises a couple of them. It's strange, every time, to see people she has known all her life, but who now have no idea who she is.

The doors start to beep, but before they can close, Padmé Amidala steps in, and behind her is Anakin Skywalker.

Leia's heart slams to a stop, before she can control herself.

Deep breaths, Fox had just said to her. Deep breaths.

She breathes, and stares at the spot on the wall, trying to keep any unsavory thoughts out of her head. She had done it before, while being in the same room with him, while he was watching her cry in pain he was inflicting upon her.

He is just standing there now, not looking at her. She is safe. She is safe.

The elevator starts to move. Leia breathes in, and thinks about anything else than her birth parents standing right there in front of her.

#fox my man you are a goner you know?#also leia is trying so hard not to just stab anakin in the kidneys lmao #sw #tcw #Star Writing #snippets #Leia Time Travel AU #Leia Organa #Commander Fox #my writing #bail/breha/fox

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achaotichuman · 5 months

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Marry Me

Tamlin Week Day Five (yes I know it is day 6, I didn't get time to upload yesterday) Today I decided to, you guessed it, write some Tamcien.

The prompt I am using is masquerade. Tamlin has been wanting to marry Lucien for two years now, and finally he is putting his plan into action.

Let's hope all goes smoothly for him.

You can read on Ao3 or below the cut!

Pen tucked behind golden curls. Tamlin read over the poem he had spent hours agonising over once again.

Furrowing his brow, read it over another time, which quickly turned into a third, then a fourth, followed by a fifth. Not the longest poem he had ever written, but certainly not the shortest. A page of a babbling love confession, full of smooth compliments and hidden meanings about their time together. What it did to his heart. How it solely belonged to the person he was writing this for.

“Okay.” Tamlin took a deep breath, finally happy with the result of his labour, he folded up and tucked the poem in a hidden pocket in his jacket, where the box of emerald velvet lay.

What was harder than writing the poem, was finding the ring to go along with it. How does one shop for jewellery for the male that has ever accessory the world’s richest could ask for? It is incredibly difficult. And the decision took two years.

Two years since Tamlin ultimately decided he was going to marry Lucien Vanserra. Two years and he was finally ready.

At the first light that morning. When Lucien and Tamlin were tangled in a mess of limbs, sheets and… other things, Tamlin had looked up at the male as he opened his sleepy eyes. Scarlet hair frizzy, a piece stuck in his mouth, a sliver of drool dried on the corner of his mouth, and a bleary face. Tamlin had never felt more in love. He had tucked a lock of hair behind Lucien’s ear and kissed his head. Lucien had responded by tucking his face into Tamlin’s shoulder, strong arms around the High lord’s waist, pulling him in closer.

Ever the dare-devil, that Lucien Vanserra had grinding up against him and in a second they were consumed with lazy love-making as the sun rose up behind them.

In that sweet, slow moment. Tamlin knew it was finally the day. Even though he had already been planning this exact moment, on this exact day for months. He knew it was perfect, he had picked well.

When they had finally dragged themselves from the comfort of their bed and the warmth of the other. Tamlin had dragged Andras into distracting Lucien for the day. Getting them to go off on a hunting ride and conveniently ‘get lost’.

Bron and Hart, along with Alis and her gally of servants and maids were joining Tamlin in setting everything up.

Ten hours of work later and Tamlin was oh so pleased with the result.

Everyone was exhausted, but no tiredness could outweigh the excitement quivering in everyone. Tamlin stared at what they had all managed to create. A party unlike any other. A massive ball being thrown, a masquerade no less. Everyone from the Lords and Ladies to the field workers were dressed to the nines in their finery tonight. The Spring Court Manor had been transformed for the night into a wonderworld. Full of dim candle light. Soft, lovingly haunting music filling the air with sweet notes. The smell of roasts, berries and chocolate wafted through the air, mixing with the perfumes of hundreds of ladies in gowns, flowers riding up the sides of their skirts.

It was… not a traditional celebration of Spring. Any kind of traditional party often involved a lot of barefootedness and losing your skirts in a tree with a ravenous partner. Or dancing like you were fighting in a quick upbeat celebration while the bonfires roared, and people drank and danced.

Whilst Tamlin preferred the more down and dirty parties, Lucien liked this. This more upstyle, classy celebration. It was what he came from, and what he always savoured and enjoyed.

So Tamlin would give it to him. Tamlin would give anything to him.

“Ready?” Alis asked. Adjusting her own golden mask. Tamlin swallowed hard as he fixed up his green and gold waistcoat. Adjusting the golden drop piercings in his ears, and fixing up his coat.

“Yes. Where is Andras and Lucien?”

“Andras just convinced Lucien to winnow directly into their rooms.” Bron giggled as he ran up to join them. Hart quick on his talk, both shaking with their poorly contained laughs. The two troublemakers hardly being able to keep their glee to themselves.

Alis rolled her eyes and quickly snapped at the two, “Well get into place. Announce to everyone to quiet down and dim the lights.”

They scurried off to do as told and Tamlin and Alis quickly headed for Lucien’s room. Tamlin shoving his mask into his pocket so as to not give Lucien a jump scare when he saw him.

Standing at the outside of their shared quarters, Tamlin gave Alis a sickened worried look. Before he could so much as ask about backing out, Alis smacked the back of his head.

“You. Will. Be. Fine.” Alis hushed his thoughts.

“I know but-” She smacked his head again.

“Tamlin Kali Fairburn, stop backing out and get your man.” She told him. Before promptly knocking on the door for him and running back off to make sure everything was properly down. He nearly shouted after her for leaving him alone but before he could, Lucien opened the door, stood clad in only soft grey sleep pants.

“Tamlin why are you knoc-” Lucien cut himself off as he looked Tamlin up and down, observing the fine clothes he wore.

“Hello, handsome.” Lucien purred, a smirk slipping over his face, “Are we off to somewhere tonight?”

“We are actually.” Tamlin said, waves of nervousness coursing through him, it was a wonder his knees didn’t give out and he collapsed on the floor.

Lucien cocked his head, “Oh? Where too then?”

“Out.” Tamlin answered with, “Somewhere nice.”

“A surprise then?” Lucien lifted a perfect red eyebrow as he crossed his arms, “No hints?”

“None at all.” Tamlin said, a smile starting to slip onto his own face. Lucien was just easy like that, so easy to talk to, so easy to be around. All over again, he was falling in love all over again.

“One.” Lucien said, stepping forward and putting his hands on Tamlin’s chest, feeling up and up until those slender arms wrapped around his neck, “One hint.”

“It’s closer than you think.” Tamlin decided to say. Before putting both hands on Lucien’s waist, and leading him back into their room, “Now change my love.”

Lucien seemed to consider trying his luck at coercing Tamlin into telling him, but ultimately gave in and turned back towards their closet.

Tamlin sat back on the edge of their bed, waiting for Lucien to dress. As anxiety still welled in his chest, so did something else. Excitement, pure excitement. God if, no when, he would only say when, when Lucien said yes, a new chapter began.

First the wedding which everyone would want to be involved with, that would take a lot longer than the engagement would. At least a decade before they finished tying to knot, but who was counting the years? They were immortal, they had forever.

But after the wedding, what then? Obviously what they did now, and ruling their court as usual. Maybe one day a baby or two. Gods, what would they look like? A baby girl, or a baby boy, or maybe both, or just two of one. Who knew, Tamlin honestly didn’t care whether they were a boy or a girl, he would love them all the same. Maybe they would look like Lucien with his flowing crimson hair, darkened skin and flaming amber eyes. Or they would look like Tamlin, or a mix. Oh, a baby girl with scarlet curls and green eyes. Or a baby boy with golden hair and glowing amber eyes.

“Tam?” Tamlin nearly startled as he looked up to see the light of his life standing dressed before him. In a suit of green and white. He picked out an outfit that complimented Tamlin’s perfectly.

Tamlin smiled as he stood, walking over, he cupped Lucien’s beautiful face. Before kissing him oh so gently, “You’re beautiful.”

“I know.” Lucien smiled, “So are you.”

Tamlin grinned back, before his eyes quickly lit up and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gilded mask, in the shape of a fox’s face. He took Lucien’s hands and pressed the mask to him.

“A mask?” Lucien questioned, scrunching up his nose.

“Indeed.” Tamlin confirmed as he pulled out his own golden mask and set it on his face. Lucien watched him warily but did as told and put on the mask, taking a few seconds to adjust it before smiling up at Tamlin.

“Ready?” Tamlin asked, offering his arm which Lucien quickly took.

“Of course, now show me what you’re hiding.” The fox demanded, Tamlin laughed as together they left the room and headed down the hall.

Lucien kept trying to guess as they walked and Tamlin kept saying no.

“The new restaurant is having some masquerade event?”

“Nope.” That place was actually under renovations at the moment.

“We’re going to the Summer Court for a celebration?”

“No.” As if Norstrus would ever even consider a masquerade.

Lucien sighed, exhausting his options. A he tried to think of more, Tamlin led him down the labyrinth of stairs, before eventually standing before the closed doors of the ballroom. Lucien stared at him confused, tilting his head as he asked, “What are we doing here?”

Tamlin squeezed his hand, face burning, blood pumping, heartbeat pounding in his ears, as he whispered, “Surprise.”

Throwing the door open, the room erupted into cheers and applause. The music immediately turning back on and dancing beginning once again as if the sudden welcoming of Lucien into the party never happened.

Lucie stared mouth agape at the scene practically cut from a book was beheld before him. He slowly looked over to Tamlin who was smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You did all this?” Lucien asked incredulously.

“With some help.” Tamlin glanced over at Alis who was chaperoning Bron and Hart as they grabbed each other’s arms and swung themselves around and around in circles.

“And you got Andras to distract me.” Lucien crossed his arms as he accused.

As if summoned by his name alone, the wolf prowled up behind Lucien. Suddenly jumping out behind, causing Lucien to flinch slightly. Andras gave a grin to both of them, to which Lucien pushed his finger into the older male’s chest, “You got us lost on purpose.”

Andras just held up his rough hands, “I was given orders and I fulfilled them.”

Tamlin shrugged, as Lucien turned his fake furious eyes on him, “Oh so that was an order?”

“I said keep you out until nightfall by whatever means necessary, he’s the one that suggested getting lost in the woods.”

“It worked, did it not?” The brown-haired male leaned back on his heels, shoving his hands into his pockets. Lucien rolled his eyes and Tamlin had to hide his laugh behind his palm.

“Go make doe-eyes at Alis, Andras, your work is done.” Tamlin clasped his shoulder, the older chuckled briefly.

“Planning on it.” As he said the words he cast his eyes in the direction of where Alis was playing babysitter for the chaos twins who were getting dangerously close to a table of breakables.

Andras told them to enjoy their evening before striding off to join Alis, and distract her from her work.

“How long has that male been courting her?” Lucien asked as he watched Alis’ eyes light up as Andras neared.

“Five hundred and fifty years.” Tamlin murmured, Lucien whistled low.

It was no rare occurrence for a courtship, especially one not between mates, to last for centuries, the longest of history lasting millenia. Being Fae had it’s perks, living forever, basking in immortality and lacking the fear of death that mortals were instilled with led for people taking their sweet time in everything.

Tamlin however, could not imagine waiting that long to finally put the ring burning in his pocket on Lucien’s finger. They had been courting for two hundred years, since Lucien came to Spring. A shorter courtship than Andras and Alis’, but not the shortest for a Faery.

As the music in the air swirled and the people began to dance a heartbeat quicker, Tamlin looked over at Lucien. All beauty and dashing, charming face with sweet eyes, a soft flicker in that burning amber. His gaze sweeping over the work that had been made up for him.

Tamlin cleared his throat and Lucien looked back at him. Holding out his hand, the High lord asked, “My Lord, may I have this dance?”

Slowly, the softest smile that the male could have ever bestowed to him appeared on Lucien’s face. He took his hand gracefully, murmuring, “You may.”

With what he was sure was the same smile echoed on his own features, Tamlin swept Lucien onto the dancefloor. And all of a sudden, it was just them in the world. Just Tamlin with his hands on Lucien’s waist, and in his hand. Lucien with his smile and body pressed against his. Tamlin and Lucien moving like fluid through the room to the heartbeat of the music, falling into sync with each other as they faded away from the rest of the world. Becoming a bubble of their own.

Then the music began to slow, cutting them from the small world they had floated off too. Slowly the music came to an end, looking around they had found the centre of the ball. Standing in a circle made by the hundreds of people present. Tamlin held both of Lucien’s hands in his, as the red headed male looked around, confused as to why the music stopped and everyone was watching them.

He furrowed his brow, and Tamlin finally took out the poem he had spent so long making sure was utterly perfect. Pulling it from his jacket pocket he felt his face burn from the people staring. But he forced himself to untangle his hands from Luciens as he unfolded the crisp white paper.

“Lucien Vanserra-” Tamlin started, reading from the top, “You-”

He got no further, as there was the sound of glass shattering echoing through the otherwise silent ballroom.

A series of gasps unfurled as Lucien and Tamlin whipped around to several glass tables knocked over and shattered on the ground. Bron and Hart, their hands bleeding, atop them.

The four stared at each other. Bron and Hart too stupidly shocked to say anything besides stare like gaping dead fish.

“Look out!” A scream echoed, all Tamlin heard was a faint ringing sound before Lucien was jumping atop him to drag him out of the way as the crystal and gold chandelier above crashed to the floor.

Screaming broke out as people rushed from the shards of glass and metal. Lucien was still atop Tamlin, the High lord quickly scooped his lover up in his arms. Lucien wrapped his arms around Tamlin’s neck, breathing a repeated, ‘Thank god, thank god, thank god.’

Still shaking from the adrenaline, Lucien was only happy he had managed to shove Tamlin out of the way in time. Tamlin cradled the male close whilst plotting all the way he was going to torture Bron and Hart for this. By the time he looked back over to where they had been, they were long gone. But Tamlin had no doubts Alis had simply taken them.

His thoughts were confirmed by Andras who ran up to him and said, “Alis had Bron and Hart tied to chairs and ready for a tongue lashing. You and him retire for the night, we’ll handle this.”

Tamlin could only nod as he held Lucien tighter and walked from the chaotic scene that had become the ballroom.

Beginning to head up the stairs towards their quarters, Lucien then threaded his fingers through Tamlin’s hair and whispered, “Let's go somewhere away from here.”

The blond blinked quickly, “Are you sure?”

Lucien gave a sleepy smile, his eyes falling shut as he murmured, “Take me to the meadow.”

Even though every part of his body was screaming in shame from the disaster that just occured. Tamlin smiled at the request, obediently, they were engulfed in a cool breeze. Falling between the pockets of the world, before Tamlin’s feet touched the soft, soft grass of the meadow. Drenched in moonlight. He went down to his knees and laid Lucien out before him.

The red head looked up and smiled, reaching out his hand, he cupped Tamlin’s cheek, “You did so well tonight.”

At once he drew back slightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean? Everything was a disaster.”

Lucien shook his head, “No, you surprised me, with a beautiful gift. Gave me a wonderful dance. It was Bron and Hart’s stupidity that led to the abrupt end, and I don’t doubt after what Andras and Alis will say, that they’ll won’t do it again.”

“Those two don’t have two sticks to rub together.” Tamlin said deadpan, Lucien snorted.

“No they don’t, dear.” Shuffling up, Lucien leaned back on his elbows, “So… what was tonight about?”

“Sorry?”

“What was tonight about?” Did Lucien’s eyes always sparkle like that in the moonlight?

Curling inwards a little, Tamlin averted his eyes, not wanting to think about the cut off proposal at all, “Nothing, just… just a gift.”

“It sounded like you had something to say to me.” Lucien said, in that sly tone that told Tamlin he knew more than he was letting on.

“Maybe I did.” Tamlin whispered so quietly.

There was silence, as Tamlin’s heart roared in his ears until there was a faint ringing all around. Suddenly Tamlin felt warm fingers under his chin, guiding him to look up. He gave in and looked at Lucien, really looked at him.

The male’s face was so soft, so sweet, looking so gorgeous in the moonlight. A blush spread over Tamlin’s skin, hot all over, his heart feeling like it might try to fly away. Everytime they ended up like this, just on the brink of closing the distance between their lips. Tamlin got the same butterflies in his stomach that he got when they first kissed. That never changed, never went away.

“Tell me, Tam.” Lucien whispered in the space between them.

It broke, all his resolve, all his care, all his shame and guilt, it all broke.

“I love you.” Tamlin choked out, feeling like he was being strangled by the air around him, “I love you so much, you’re so sweet, and kind and caring. You love me so much, and you tell me everyday. I want to wake up with you next to me every morning. I want your face to be the last I see every night. I want to be by your side everyday. I want to kiss only you everyday. I want to be with you, only you, only ever you everyday. I want to have a wedding with you under the willow tree. I want to spend all my nights with you. I want to have kids with you. I want to grow into a bitter old man with only you.”

Lucien was smiling so wide, tears streaming, dripping down to his neck and soaking his collar. His hands moved to cup Tamlin’s face. Who hadn’t realised his tears were pouring from his eyes.

“Marry me, Lucien.” Tamlin finally said, “Please, will you marry me?”

They were both shaking. Under the soft gaze of the silver above. In the quiet of the meadow. Surrounded by only the wildflowers, the breeze and the owls that swooped in and out of the surrounding forest. They were together, in their bubble, taking their time.

Lucien leaned forward, brushing his lips against Tamlin’s throbbing pulse point. Breathing in the scent. Moving his hands to curl around Tamlin’s own. Moving that hot mouth up to his chin. Leaving a light kiss there, he travelled down again and nipped at his pulse point, kissing again, and again. Starting to map out his neck with his lips.

The intimacy ran deep. Lucien was calming him down, at the same time fire was stoking in his core. The intensity was nearly too much for him. All these emotions. He was drowning in them. He couldn’t be happier about it.

“Of course I will.” Lucien cried into his neck, tear of pure joy rolling down his face. “Yes I will marry you, Tamlin.”

Tamlin felt himself shaking all over. He quickly grabbed Lucien’s face and kissed him hard, unable to contain himself. Lucien wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him down on top of him. They both laughed like children as they rolled in the field of grass and wildflowers.

Suddenly, Tamlin almost thanked Bron and Hart for their disruption. This was what he wanted. Lucien and him, carefree and unbothered. Under the starlit sky in the meadow. In the dirt and down with each other.

“I love you.” Lucien whispered.

“I love you.” Tamlin whispered back.

@tamlinweek

#acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin #acotar headcanons #acotar au #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #tamcien #tamlinweek2024 #tamlinweek #day 5- prompt: masquerade

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syensy-art · 11 months

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Its weird looking at OG sketch designs for characters esp. when they look different from recent designs

[ID: The first image is a digital sketch of Re3koning_INC from Hypnospace Outlaw. They have blond-dyed curly hair in a purple upstyle, several ear piercings, black lipstick on their top lip, snake bite piercings, a blue shirt, and a black biker jacket. /end ID]

#hypnospace outlaw #re3koning_inc #art #digital art #art folder

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jacky93sims · 1 year

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Halloo ilenia

Could you pls do convertion from these accecories (hair bow and simple satin headband) ? Thank you so much and hv a nice day

https://emilyccfinds.tumblr.com/post/645719065338462208/eunosims-sims4-cc-upstyle-hair-bow-simple-satin

I don't want to convert this kind of hair accessories because you can't adjust them for every hairstyle (as in the sims 4), so for me it would be pointless

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werbemittel · 6 months

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Easy DIY Clothing Hacks to Freshen Your Wardrobe

This time spent at home has proven to be a total DIY renaissance. Never before have we witnessed such an influx of homemade breads, newly woven baskets, and self hair-trimming on our feeds. It seems that everyone is leaning into developing new skills and being super proud to let others know "hey this was actually not so hard after all." Call it bragging (I'm looking at you, banana bread) or call it community, either way, there is something in the air. Fashion simply refuses to be left out of this movement, and with good reason! There are so many ways to take an existing piece in your closet, exert just a little effort, and make a huge impact. It's like, next-level shopping your closet.

More info Werbegeschenken und Werbeartikel

Global style influencer Brittany Xavier has turned her DIY hacks into content, debuting this twin-set hack on her TikTok account early into quarantine. "It's been cool to experiment, to upstyle and re-shop my closet. I especially love this DIY idea because of its little waste of fabric," says Xavier.

Leslie Gomez, founder of Tryna B Studios, started altering vintage garments to give them more contemporary cuts in order to fit her petite frame. Her upcycled creations have gained popularity in the insta-sphere who can't get enough of her reworked versions of '90s sportswear staples such as Polo Sport and Tommy Hilfiger sweats and Coogi-esque sweaters she makes into sets. Gomez shares a much easier DIY to up your sock game during this time. After all, socks are the new shoes these days.

Meaghan Mena, the owner and patch designer of Patch Ya Later, has mastered the art of patches. Her vintage-inspired designs are the nostalgic touch for the summer we all could use right now. We love patches as an easy way to make something your own and her latest customizable designs will take your personalization up a notch. Once you've got your adornments together, pour yourself a glass of wine and have yourself a little patch party.

Sasha Iglehart, former fashion editor at Glamour, Elle, and Harper's Bazaar, started A Shirt Story by customizing gently worn mens shirting sourced from thrift stores. By replacing the hum-drum buttons with sparkly ones and chopping off the collars and hems, she's given new life to shirts that would have been otherwise overlooked, or even worse, discarded. Here, she shows us how you can do the same by breathing new life into an old army jacket with these simple swaps.

Laura Pifer started her blog Trash to Couture in an effort to show others that so many fashion items can easily be made at home, not mass-produced. From polished homemade espadrilles to impressive interchangeable bag straps, she proves that DIY projects can look just as good as manufactured pieces. In an easy 5-minute hack, she reworks a chunky chain necklace and a silk scarf into a throw-on-and-go summer top.

https://werbemittel-oerlikon.ch/

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menparlour · 6 months

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Find Your Niche: Exploring Barber Schools and Hairdressers Academies Near You

The world of hairdressing is more than just haircuts and styling. It's a creative outlet, a chance to build confidence in others, and a path to a fulfilling career. But with so many options available, where do you begin? This guide will help you navigate your local options, exploring the differences between barber schools and hairdressers academies to find the perfect fit for your goals.

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Career Opportunities: Graduates often find success in barbershops, offering haircuts, shaves, and beard trims to a dedicated clientele. Some may choose to specialize in areas like men's hair coloring or hot towel shaves.

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Career Paths Abound: Graduates can pursue careers in salons, freelance work, or even specialize in areas like bridal styling, editorial work, or color artistry. Some may choose to eventually open their own hair salon.

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Industry Associations: Websites of professional hairdressing associations often list accredited schools in their region. This can ensure you choose a program that meets industry standards.

Open Houses and Tours: Many schools offer open houses or virtual tours, allowing you to meet instructors, see the classrooms and equipment, and learn more about their programs.

Beyond Location: Choosing the Best Fit:

While location is important, it's crucial to choose a school that aligns with your career aspirations and learning style:

Passion and Goals: Are you drawn to the focused world of men's grooming or the diverse world of unisex hairdressing?

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Cost and Time Commitment: Consider your budget and schedule when comparing tuition fees and program lengths.

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lenpingarts · 9 months

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『장송의 프리렌』업스타일 헤어 페른 그리기 『Sousou no Frieren』Upstyle Hair Pern Drawing

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scaryghcsts · 9 months

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(YARA SHAHIDI + DEMI WOMAN + SHE / THEY ) ⸻ meet IMANI KAZEMI. the daycare worker at possum's daycare is glen ellen's very own RUNAWAY, who has been in town for two months. while they are only twenty two, they can be very secretive but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more empathetic. in a town where everyone knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon.

basics:

traits: clever, creative, excellent memory, helpful, withdrawn, pessimistic, distracted, unpredictable, skeptical, sensual, cautious, gloomy, holds a grudge, indecisive.

relationship status: single & terrified of love/romance.

sexuality: bisexual.

religion: ex-muslim. ( stopped practicing at 18. ) currently athiest/agnostic/unbothered.

date of birth: feburary 28th.

zodiac sign: pisces.

skills & hobbies: multi-tasking, singing, hair braiding, fashion/style, making excellent pinterest boards, fast texting, super immersed in online communities, tech whiz, likes riding horses, reading, making candles, and selling random shit she upstyled from the dumpster. loves partying, though she rarely gets the chance, pet sitting.

dislikes & fears: her secrets being discovered, something happening to her twins, being a bad mom, being alone forever... she also dislikes loud people, waking up early, gross food, all things grape flavored.

quirks: so easily bored, prone to depression/anxiety. she is lactose intolerant.

residence: moved in with her online best friend - this is a very wanted connection, and so, her residence is utp!!

pets: just her kids.

family: twin daughters, aged 2. not in contact with her family.

inspirations: mini mcguinness (skins gen 3), ik there is more i will add to this

backstory:

how infuriating to be raised by your grandparents, who are rooted in their ways && in the past, to have to bounce from town to town all over the usa due to your grandfather's contracting work...

this was the life for imani, who felt she had little to strive for outside of her studies && her family, yet she craved for more.

homeschooled for half the time, and bouncing between public schools the rest, imani always felt like a ghost in the halls, and mainly kept up with online friends from all over the world.

her grandparents were strict, but she was the youngest, and her elder siblings had broken them in - all so wild, even more so than her. they were hellions, and when she turned 18, she felt it was finally time to be free.

she got a job in catering, and eventually, would be sent to travel for these jobs with the company. they catered to the stars, essentially, and she got to brush elbows (again, only as a ghost, only as a server) to celebrities && the like.

no one really knows what happened - she dropped off for awhile, and during this time, imani was catching up on the life she felt she was restricted from, and had her chance to go a little wild, too.

she was nineteen when her daughters were born. that was when she finally returned home - but her grandparents couldn't help her out very much, even if they wanted too. it was time for her to find her place, on her own, and she refused to tell a soul who the father of her children is.

unfortunately, things got too hard on her own, and now imani has come to live with her online best friend in town.

wanted connections:

to be added too...

her best friend she moved in with (the fun for online friends turned roommates omg what if they hate each other or maybe they're soul mates? )

parents she babysits for

co-workers/fellow parents of toddlers

other 20-somethings in night school.

new friends/people who are showing her around.

tinder dates/hookups.

babysitters she can hire && trust.

#bludsintro #. {{ imani kazemi. introduction. }}

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kouros-herc · 11 months

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November 13 – #OOTD: Come up with five significant full outfits from your character’s wardrobe/life and describe them in detail

Herc's 'Elevated Wardrobe' courtesy of Ken's advice. All of these outfits are significant (to me) because they represent the fact he has tried to make more of an effort in the last 6 months or so, tried to pay more attention to what he looks like and not just resort to wearing his sports gear all day every day. Also because I am trying really hard guys I'm just not good at it.

'Smart and sophisticated' A simple black cotton shirt, in a lightweight twill fabric so he doesn't overheat too much. Grey trousers with some slight variation in the fabric to prevent the look being too 'waiter.' Styled with some brown chelsea boot style shoes that elevate the look and add a little warmth. Designed not to overwhelm with colour but to bring out the colour in his hair and his eyes.

'Casual colour' - A summertime look! A lightweight linen cream shirt with light blue stripes(because sometimes opting for a lighter neutral is as good as bright colour or patterns for making it stand out!). Paired with some more brightly coloured shorts in a blue or yellow, and either some casual trainers or (ideally) some casual loafers.

'Warm and rugged' - Cosy and warm, but slightly more upstyled than a hoody, this fleece is perfect for going for long autumnal hikes or days spent up at the stables, or throwing on over the top of some gym gear to get to/from work or training. It can also be paired with either some jeans, or chinos, and a pair of desert boots to make an outfit smart enough for a casual hangout with friends or grabbing a coffee!

'Business owner chic' - Again, Ken tried to insert some interest into Herc's wardrobe. He might be only slowly making progress on brighter colours and bolder patterns, he also gave the advice that sometimes sticking to simple and classic shapes and muted colours can make an outfit look stylish and smart. In this case, the relatively thin but very textured jumper is form flattering but understated. With jeans, or chinos, and some boots, it makes for a good business casual look that says 'I know what I am doing!'

'The Classic Herc' - Hercules' beloved fleece-lined denim jacket is one of his favourite items of clothing. Thrown over a simple well-fitted white t-shirt and some black jeans, he could be walking straight out of a bland Taylor Swift video.

'bonus gratuitous workout herc for Anya' He's hot! He's young! He goes jogging! The neighbourhood parents like to take a glance! He has been weaponised as a recruitment tactic for the running club! Real talk but he probably got gifted some workout gear by a brand who want to see him in influencer mode/sneaking into Isa's videos more

#swynwrimo #swynwrimolaura #this is garbage look away pls #or just like... look only at biceps and thigh

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gettatranslations · 11 months

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First、ZDO Yumigeta Ako (23.10.21)

Good evening🌛

I'm Yumigeta Ako🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

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Also

Today was

Z D O❤️

Z… Zenkoku (Nationwide)

D… Douji (Simultaneous)

O… Omiokurikai (Send Off Event)

My first ZDOー！！！！

I got to visit Aichi prefecture and Shizuoka prefecture、

With 12ki member Makino Maria-san‼️

Outside of tours and school trips、

This was my first time travelling so much in just 1 day！

Everyone thank you so much for coming from far and wide 😭 Plus thank you very much to everyone from the local area who came too！

It was really really really

Really fun❗️❗️❗️ZDO❣️

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It was really fun！！！！！！

（That's all I can think to say）

In Aichi、you all told me about lots of delicious foods❗️

Chicken wings、shrimp tempura onigiri、Sugakiya…etc

We later ate ice cream from Sugakiya and chicken wings🐓

The chicken wings were from 「Furaibo」-san！

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And thank you very much for Shizuoka‼️

It was super cold…🥶☃️❄️

Really thank you very much…！

8 haven't actually returned home since I joined Morning Musume。！And while I didn't go home today either、being back in Shizuoka seeing familiar streets and stations felt good❗️

I felt slightly relaxed🤏

Plus I drank Shine muscat grape juice before the event started‼️

I've never drunk such delicious Shine muscat grape juice！！！！！！It was so sweet it surprised me🫢

I want to drink it again！

Oh and I said earlier it was super cold〜…

So backstage、I was talking with Makino-san

And we said

「Let's get people moving since it's so cold！」‼️

So we decided to do a choreography lecture！

I hope you enjoyed it！

At the send off event、lots of people said 「Welcome home！」 to me…！

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Little kids who must have been sleepy so late in the evening came to see us…

People must have been so cold waiting…

It must have been so tough for everyone but you still made the effort to come and see us、

So today I've really felt surrounded by your love💗

At Tower Records LaLa Port Iwata、this wonderful thing was being displayed‼️

I really felt their love… I could cry…

Thank you very much…！！！！

It's so cute how Makino-san is surrounded by baseballs so that's my favourite part♡

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Thank you very much for everything‼️

Please continue to support us from here on too‼️

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today、did anyone notice the change in my hair…？

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Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Time's Up

The correct answer is…

「I did a side braid」ー！！！！！！

Did you noticeー？？？？？

It was really windy in Shizuoka、and my hair got messed up so I decided to braid it！

But、I wanted to try doing it myself but Yumigeta Ako is a hair styling beginner so I didn't know here to start …

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And then Makino-san came over!!!

And she said she'd do it for me！

She braided my hair so quickly!

Kyaaー💗

Thanks to Makino-san I was able to finish the ZDO with neat hair…

Thank you very much Makino-san…

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Watching Makino-san's hands working today I feel like I learned how to do it…❗️

I'll make sure I can do it in Ehime tomorrow！

Look forward to seeing it！！！

I Getted 【The first step on the path to mastering hair braiding】✨

If I can braid I can do so many more hairstyles！

I hope I can learn to do upstyles myself someday too！

I'm so excited！

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🦖🦖🦖

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