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telekinetictrait · 8 months

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"I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room." (The Waves – Virginia Woolf, 1931)

in stark contrast to the boxy androgyny of the 1920s was the demure femininity of the 1930s. despite the economic turmoil that swept the world, fashion was influenced by the growing world of film and hollywood. hemlines fell back down the legs, typically between the knees and the ankles, and necklines rose further up. some women during the great depression would actually make clothing out of flour sacks, which led to flour companies beginning to print patterns on their sacks in order to draw in more customers. as more income was required to support a family, more women entered into the workforce – and so more women began to turn to casual clothing that was easier to work in, including more pants. certain clothing companies began tailoring pants specifically for women's wear, but you still wouldn't see women wearing trousers as much as you would see women wearing dresses or skirts.

(also, there was a period of nautical-inspired fashion starting in the 30s that would last through about the 60s. kind of random, but i just wanted to mention it.)

expect posts to be a bit more spread out, because i'm actually moving soon and starting the school year!

1800’s / 1900-1909 / 1910-1919 / 1920-1929

cc tags under the cut :)

see my resources page for genetics!

natalie : imvikai's fae hair / eco lifestyle dress / base game stockings / base game shoes

nessie : simarillion's mulled wine hair / poanl's maple hat / base game earrings / huiernxoxo's sophie set / base game gloves / base game stockings / cupidjuice's mary janes

nhora : birksche's 30's hair / gilded-ghosts' absolutely tilt-illating hat + sweet shopgirl dress / needleworkreve's bette davis eyeshadow + marlene lipstick / horse ranch gloves / base game stockings / base game saddle shoes

nicolet : historysims4's 1933/zurich hair / base game earrings / twentiethcenturysims' mae dress / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / paranormal shoes

njóla : get together braid / needleworkreve's bette davis eyeshadow / chere-indolente's josephine lipstick / base game earrings / cottage living necklace / gilded-ghosts' moderne muse dress / base game stockings / waxesnostalgic's pickypikachu peaky booties recolor

noelle : vroshii's 30's hair / twentiethcenturysims' eleanor dress / base game stockings / waxesnostalgic's saddle shoes recolor

ntiana : wildlyminiaturesandwich's newt hair / sforzcc's dawn dress / base game stockings + boots

nuncia : simarillion's mulled wine hair / cottage living hat / get together top / ekinege-sims retro reboot sailor pants (tsr download) / base game boots

n'veah : vroshii's more 30s curls hair / happylifesims' female late autumn outfit #1 / plumbjam’s wool leggings / waxesnostalgic's pickypikachu peaky booties recolor

nymphadora : marsosims' reyna hair / gohliad's late 30's prairie dress / base game stockings / waxesnostalgic's pickypikachu peaky booties recolor

thank you to @imvikai @poanl @huiernxoxo @birksche @gilded-ghosts @needleworkreve @historysims4 @twentiethcenturysims @blueraptorsden @chere-indolente @waxesnostalgic @vroshii @wildlyminiaturesandwich @ekinege-sims @happylifesimsreblogs and @marsosims !!!

#my sims #sims 4 lookbook #ts4 lookbook #ts4lookbook #sims 4 historical lookbook #ts4 historical lookbook #sims 4 1930s #ts4 1930s #223 years #cc finds #historical #1930s

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darkisrising · 10 months

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Blue Crush, Ch1, byDarkIsRising

Stranger Things, steddie, AU where Steve works a shitty minimum wage job at a past-its-prime cryptid attraction and eddie is a merman. Based on @maikaartwork “s art like this one:

Blue Crush, Chapter One

Robin’s in the break room, reclining with her legs propped up on a cardboard box filled with “I survived the world famous Hawkins Cryptarium!” shirts, when Steve stumbles in, blinking through sticky eyelashes and scrunching his nose at the gross pull against his palm when he tries to let go of the door’s knob.

“Soft serve machine is broken again.”

Glancing up from her phone, Robin’s big eyes take him in from splattered forehead to splattered toe while her lips do that little pressed-together smirk thing they do pretty much anytime Steve speaks around her.

Back in June when she’d first started working at the Cryptarium, he figured that mouth-thing meant that, despite all the shifts she’d already spent ruthlessly making fun of his hair, she might have a crush on him but was too much of a nerd to know what to do about it. It wasn’t all that much of a surprise, since having a crush on Steve Harrington was practically a Hawkins High School rite of passage, or at least it had been back when he still went there instead of dying the slow death of working minimum wage jobs after getting drop kicked right out of college the third month of his first year.

That assumption had lasted up until he’d finally made his move: leaning in for a kiss as they were sweeping the popcorn out from beneath the same bleacher after the 2 o’clock Messy Nessie Splash Spectacular show. Robin had all but brained him with her broom’s handle in shock before sitting him down on a sun-scorched aluminum bench to explain, patiently, what the orange and pink striped flag sticker on her Nalgene bottle meant while the heat cut lines into the back of his thighs where his uniform khaki shorts rode up.

Once that had been all straightened out—or well, not straightened out, but the opposite; whatever that would be, Steve’s not sure, since Robin’s the first gay friend he’s ever had—he’s learned that the mouth-thing is more about her rapid-fire mind coming up with too many ways to make fun of him at once and she’s riffling through her options.

“You don’t say,” she settles on at last, sarcasm dribbling as thick as the vanilla ice cream that’s snowboarding down the slope of his chest, a white sludge against the olive green of his work shirt. “So they didn’t decide to go with my suggestion of adding a Yeti bukkake extravaganza to the show roster? That’s a shame.”

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#steddie #stranger things #darkisrising fic

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holdingup-fallingsky · 3 months

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Thanks for the tag @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine!!

Last song you heard: Lost in Time and Space by Lord Huron

Favorite Color: obnoxiously bright red

What show/series did you last watch: Gossip Girl

Sweet, spicy, or savory: sweet and savory tbh

Relationship Status: single as hell (hoping a certain drummer or bass player sweeps me off my feet)

Current obsession: this firefighter au me and @ofthecaravel chat about fr it’s all I can think about

Last book you read: Tobacco Wives by Adele Myers

Something you're looking forward to: the GVF Grand Rapids show!!

I tag: @ofthecaravel @t00turnttrauma @joshsindigostreak @runwayblues @satans-helper @heavens-hearken @joshkiszkashusband @nessie-stardust

#tag game #!!

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eevee-emblem-arts · 1 year

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Nessie sweep

#art #fanart #splatoon 3 #pokemon #mario odyssey #shiver #dorrie #lapras #splatfest

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 9 months

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Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 4 : Temple of Chores

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Roman kept going back.

It wasn't hard to keep going back. Not in the slightest, especially during storms when Vi was there.

Even when Vi wasn't there, Roman found himself more drawn to the temple than he had been before. He had done a fair bit of cleaning, dusting off nooks and crannies (though trying his best to leave the spiderwebs in the corners undisturbed since Vi had expressed his fondness for them).

At the market he had bought some new blankets and pillows to take over and leave there so that he wouldn't have to ferry them back and forth every time there was a storm and risk them getting wet. He had spent almost an entire day gathering and stockpiling inside the temple as much firewood as he could find so that it could dry out. He’d bought more embroidery supplies since Vi had started teaching him too. Some of them stayed in his bedroom, stocking up for a project he was currently just planning out on paper, others he brought to the temple to use for their lessons.

He spent so much time at the temple, that people actually started to notice.

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"You're late." Came the scornful voice of his mentor, the person who oversaw all his training as a Protector, as Roman stumbled into the arena, clothes a mess and still pulling on his second boot, "Roman Edevane, If you are not taking this seriously enough to consider being on time—"

"I am so sorry Master Pryce, I just— I was busy and I lost track of time— I swear it won't happen again," Roman said, trying in an earnest tone.

"This the third time in the last two weeks," She said, glaring at him, "Let me guess, the Storm Temple, again?"

"Yes ma'am," Roman said, nodding, "I was sweeping the floors today."

“I’m glad you’re so dedicated,” She said, smiling a little, “But you really can’t keep being late for training like this, have you been practising since last week?”

“Indeed I have!” Roman grinned, standing up a little straighter, “And I’ll try not to be late, in future.”

"Good." She said with a nod, "Now that you’re here, let's get on with this training session, shall we? You know the warm up, hop to it."

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"Roman, sir," One of the two servants they hired — Immy — said, stopping him on the staircase, "You're not going to come home caked in mud again, are you? You know, if Nessy and I have to wash the same set of your clothes every day for much longer they're going to fall apart."

Roman winced in sympathy, he really did feel bad most of the time about all the extra work he seemed to always put both of them through.

"I'm sorry," Roman said, taking a deep breath, "I'm almost done with what I've been working on now, so there shouldn't be much more mud."

"Oh good," Immy said with a sigh of relief, "If I may inquire, what exactly is the task you’ve been doing to get yourself so dirty all the time?”

Roman paused, before sighing, “I’ve been attempting to clear more of a path from our gardens to the Storm Temple up on the hill so it doesn’t take quite as long for me to get up there.”

“I thought there was already a path?” Immy asked, shifting her grip on the laundry basket she carried.

“There is,” Roman nodded, “But it’s been overgrown and full of debris for years now and doesn’t go directly from the house, which was fine to worry about transversing when I only went a few times a month, but…”

“I see,” She nodded, “Well, good luck with that, Sir Roman, and please try not to get so dirty?”

“I’ll do my best,” Roman said grinning as he hurried down the stairs.

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"Roman!" His Ma called from downstairs, Roman shot up from where he sat on his bedroom floor, he dropped his needle and thread onto the fabric he was working on and stood up, rushing towards the stairs to call back.

“What is it?”

“Get down here,” She yelled, “I don’t want to yell through the house!”

Roman rolled his eyes with a sigh before scrambling down the stairs to the hallway where Taz stood, waiting impatiently with her hand on her hip.

“Yes, ma?” Roman asked, wondering if she was mad at him for some reason, but that couldn’t be right, could it? He hadn’t exactly done anything.

“Wonderful, I need you to make some deliveries around town,” She said, Roman sighed. So he wasn’t in trouble, he wasn’t sure if this turn of events was any better though, he was busy with his project!

“Yes, Ma,” he said anyway, because no matter his projects Roman would probably do anything for his mother, even if he didn’t always show it.

“Good!” She smiled, “I’ve been doing a lot of baking, it’s all packed up and labelled so you can set off as soon as you’re ready.”

Roman nodded, reaching to grab his boots from the cabinet next to the stairs, he pulled them on and moved to retrieve the baskets from the kitchen. He hadn’t run deliveries in a long while, but Roman still knew the routine like the back of his hand. Maybe whilst he was out as well he could take a quick detour to grab a few things for the temple too, he’d been meaning to get a broom he could leave down there since the late fall leaves kept being blown in and he was annoyed at them clinging to his blankets.

He might even have time to deliver them if he was quick…

“Oh, and Roman?” Taz said, pulling him away from his train of thought, she had a serious look in her eyes, “No detours.”

“Oh but Ma—" Roman huffed, it was like she could read his mind!

“No, sweetheart, you’ve been spending all your free time these last few weeks either in your room working on that massive piece of fabric for heaven knows what, or at that abandoned old temple, I’ve barely seen you! Which is why I’m cooking dinner tonight and I’d like us to spend some time together.”

Roman sighed, not protesting because… well that was fair, he had been spending a lot of time working on his most recent embroidery project — Vi had given him a few lessons since they had talked and he was really starting to pick it up quickly — or working on his current mission of making the temple into a second home. She was right, they had spent hardly as much time together as of late than they had in the past. He probably owed an afternoon and evening to her and besides, he could get the broom another time.

“I’ll be back as quickly as I can,” Roman promised, “No detours.”

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“You’re here every time,” Vi said one day, this time the storm was bad enough and the weather cold enough that Roman had bundled himself up in blankets and taken up refuge behind the altar where he’d built a small fire. He’d end up stinking of smoke by the time the storm was over he knew, but it was worth it for the warmth. Vi had immediately come and sat down next to him when they arrived and took out a few twines of thread that he seemed to be content with twisting around his fingers to form patterns.

“So are you,” Roman countered, because it was true, there wasn’t a single time Roman had come here during a storm yet that Vi hadn’t appeared for.

Vi hummed, considering the statement for a moment before shrugging, “Only because you are.”

“I don’t believe that.” Roman huffed, looking down at the embroidery he was supposed to be practising with. In all honesty, he had gotten entirely distracted.

“Why not?” Vi asked, sounding genuinely confused, “Your company is pleasant.”

“Surely you have better things to do than sitting in silence watching me struggle to embroider.” Roman said, voice deadpan, lifting the barely started embroidery in his hands.

Vi shrugged with an awkward smile, “Not really.”

“You’re serious?” Roman asked, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. It’s not like people hadn’t wanted his company before, but it was a little different when that person was a deity, someone who could go anywhere, talk to anyone. Roman had no doubt that Vi could easily do better than him.

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t,” Vi huffed, “I like sitting with you, here.”

“Wha— oh!” Roman said, tensing as Vi reached over without warning and took his hand, turning it over and placing something in his palm quickly before letting go again. Roman took a deep breath before investigating what Vi had given him.

…a ribbon?

It was a dark, vibrant red and a little thicker than the ribbons that they usually used for hair ties. With what looked like the same silver thread that had been used on the handkerchief, a pattern was embroidered and when Roman looked closer he realised it was a mirror of the pattern he had embroidered onto the ribbon he’d given Vi. The fabric was almost heavy and unbelievably soft and when Roman moved it, it caught the light from the fire in a way he wasn’t sure fabric normally did.

“You told me that to accept the ribbon you usually give one back,” Vi said, watching him inspect it, “So I made one for you, too.”

Roman smiled, a vaguely irrational part of him wanted to lean over and pull Vi into a hug, because this ribbon was beautiful and oh goodness he didn’t deserve this.

“Thank you,” Roman said instead of voicing that last thought, “It’s lovely.”

There was a minute of silence between them where Roman held the ribbon, wondering if he should put it into his hair now or if… maybe…

“May I?” Vi asked eventually, gesturing to the ribbon and Roman barely restrained himself from jolting in surprise. Was Vi really offering? “You did mine, after all.”

Roman took a deep breath and nodded, offering the ribbon back, not trusting his voice.

“I’m going to tie it around your bun,” Vi told him, taking the ribbon back. Roman nodded again, turning his head so that Vi could reach easier. The ribbon was long enough that even when tied the tails brushed his shoulders and Roman found himself grinning at the mere idea that he’d really been given a friendship ribbon by someone like Vi.

“Thank you,” Roman said, “Really, this is, I— it’s— I mean, it’s beautiful, is what I’m trying to say, I— um— I really appreciate it.”

Vi chuckled, looking back at Roman with a smile on his face that reached his eyes, Roman realised that the markings on their face had lightened multiple shades, now looking almost magenta instead of their usual black, Roman couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re welcome.” Vi told him, and Roman realised quite abruptly how genuine they sounded.

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