#i've been trying to add more purple to my wardrobe

[erigold13261]

What is your favorite color?

Overall I like purple the best. I use it the most when drawing myself and stuff that I really like. Though I also really like blues, greens, and oranges.

Really all colors are good to me, even things like mustard yellow, puke green, highlighter orange. I see a lot of people hate on certain colors, and I don't really think I HATE a color (color combinations is a whole different story). But yeah, my fave is most likely purple!

#noart #asks #eritalks #i've been trying to add more purple to my wardrobe #it hasn't worked #but i do have more green and pink now! #:D

[wastelesscrafts]

Keep or toss: crushed velvet dress

Introduction:

I've discussed my process on how to decide what to keep and what to get rid off when cleaning out my closet before, but I've never given concrete examples. When I asked you all whether you'd be interested to see my decision process, you said yes, so here's a first post in what I think I'll call the "Keep or Toss" series.

Whenever I have items in my wardrobe that I don't really wear, I try to come up with a few different outfits to get it back in circulation again. If I can come up with decent outfits, I wear them and see how it goes. If I don't, I know it's time to either modify or give away/sell the item.

The dress:

The garment in question is a dress I bought second-hand a few years ago. It's about knee-length and has a flared skirt. The body part is made out of the type of black polyester crushed velvet that's popular in Goth fashion, while the long sleeves are made out of a surprisingly airy see-through polyester.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. The crushed velvet bodice has a rounded neckline and ends in a flared-out panelled skirt that's about knee-length. The sleeves are made out of see-through fabric and have velvet cuffs. A blue tag at the neck says "Lucky Doll".]

It fits me like a glove, yet I rarely wear it. I first thought the polyester might be bothering me, but it's actually really comfortable and the airy sleeves give it enough breathability to off-set any sweat issues the main fabric might cause.

Upon further reflection, I figured the issue was that I kept associating it with alternative fashion rather than something I can wear every day.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. The bodice is covered with a black underbust corset with shoulder straps and a black belt with lacing in the front. Two black pleather garters peek out from under the corset. A pair of black lace knit fingerless gloves lie at the sleeve cuffs.]

So, let's see if I can turn this dress into outfits I'm comfortable wearing on a daily basis. I quickly realised that, for me personally, this would mean somehow breaking up the crushed velvet.

I first approached the dress as an actual dress, keeping its original silhouette.

Combining it with a flannel shirt worn as a cardigan instantly makes it look much more casual and adds an extra layer of warmth. It also adds in more colour, which turns the flannel into the outfit's visual focus rather than the dress itself.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A long flannel shirt in blue, pink, and purple with white buttons has been layered over it like a cardigan.]

I'm not the biggest fan of the look yet. I'd have to wear it out first and see if it grows on me. (And iron my shirt, I guess.)

I then layered it with a lacy red shirt and a matching red cardigan to add more texture.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A lace red shirt is peeking out of the neckline, and a red knit cardigan with bows and white details has been layered over it.]

Now this is more my style! Turns out the dress is a great base layer for layered outfits. It's more of a blank canvas than I thought, which means I don't necessarily have to wear it as a dress.

I tried layering a skirt over the dress, which worked really well. The top of the dress now looks like a blouse while the bottom adds extra warmth and keeps my skirt smooth.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A brown striped skirt lies on top of the skirt part. Black leggings peek out from under the skirt.]

Add in a sweater, and now my dress basically acts like thermal underwear. I wore this outfit yesterday and it was surprisingly breathable. The copper stars on the sweater match the colour of the skirt, making the outfit look cohesive.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A brown striped skirt lies on top of the skirt part. Black leggings peek out from under the skirt. A black knit sweater with copper stars embroidered on the front lies on top of the dress' bodice.]

I then tried the dress with a brown skirt and added a brown turtleneck to break up the black a little. It looked pretty decent. The skirt is shorter than the dress, which makes the edge of the dress look like the bottom ruffle of the skirt. I also added a belt to make the dress look more like an actual blouse.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A brown striped skirt with brown lace lies on top of it, along with a black belt with lacing in the front. A brown turtleneck peeks out from beneath the dress' neckline.]

If skirts work, then layering a second dress over this dress probably works too. I added a gray sleeveless dress over my base dress: this made the see-through sleeves look like a blouse again.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A gray knee-length dress with a gray and black circle print lies on top of it. Black lace has been sewn to the gray dress' neckline, and two black buttons sit beneath it.]

So far, I'd retained the dress' original silhouette. I decided to break it up by combining the dress with a handmade ankle-length skirt. The dress' top worked well as a blouse again, while the skirt part adds extra warmth. As the dress is fairly simple, it's a great canvas to showcase the skirt's large print.

[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. An ankle-length blue skirt with a night dreamscape print lies on top of it.]

I'll have to wear these outfits for a day or so to see how comfortable they are, but I think I can conclude I can get enough mileage out of this dress to justify keeping it.

Conclusion:

I've never really worn this dress before, but I think I'm going to wear it much more often after this experiment. Turns out its simplicity makes for a good blank canvas to layer other items over, which makes it a great item for cold weather.

I really like doing this experiment when I realise I have unworn items because it's a good way to figure out if something's worth keeping or not. It made me see the dress in a completely different light than before.

If I hadn't been able to come up with any good outfits, I'd probably have tried to sell it or give it away to friends. There's no point in keeping something you're not wearing after all (unless it has emotional value or something).

#wasteless crafts #not a tutorial #wardrobe management #outfits #flatlays #fast fashion #slow fashion #sustainable fashion #closet cleanout #crushed velvet #coords #keep or toss #I'm sorry about the pictures' quality #winter is really messing with my lighting

[gleamglows]

Ask for a sirius request and you shall receive. I've been thinking about this idea for a while (and your writing is perfect for it ily) but how about a ravenclaw reader who is friends with james or remus and they introduce them? The one in my head was remus going to her dorm for a sleepover and bringing sirius and just being like "isn't she neat :)" and sirius immediately falling in love 🥺 no pressure if you dont vibe with it 🥰 ily bunches

i went to ravenclaw tower and all i got was this lousy stained shirt

pairing: sirius/reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: james and remus play matchmaker for you and sirius

content: ravenclaw!reader, fluff, it gets awkward (some of this was hard to write... 😭😭), dialogue heavy, you and sirius are very back-and-forth-y and witty (you’ll see what i mean), i know the title is long but i thought it was funny and i can do what i want

this was such a fun request!! i hope you don’t mind i took some liberties because i just immediately imagined remus and james secretly trying to match the two of you up for a while!! also i turned the sleepover into a party at ravenclaw tower!! (also also i came up with some cute ravenclaw girl ocs just for this, they were supposed to be minor but ended up having their own sideplots because i get carried away with everything. but they were fun to write! i gave them backstories and everything so if anyone wants to know more about them just ask :)

warning: mentions of alcohol!!

“You should meet Sirius.”

“Black?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you know another Sirius?”

You stick your tongue out at him and Remus smiles.

“What is it with Sirius, huh?” you tell him, adding a few drops of rain water into the potion before handing Remus the spoon to stir. He takes it and immediately gets to work.

“You and James,” you continue, idly counting Remus’s counterclockwise stirs in your head. “Not a day goes by where you don’t tell me I have to meet Sirius.”

In truth, you’d seen Sirius a few times. And he’d seen you, but neither one of you had actually spoken more than a few words to the other. Especially not since sixth year. Sirius had dropped Potions and Astronomy as quick as he could - the only two classes you’d had left with him. And seeing as you were in different Houses, bumping into each other in the common room was off the table as well.

But you had Potions with Remus and Astronomy with James, and whenever they could, they would always mention how you just had to meet Sirius. You sometimes wondered if Sirius was always being told he had to meet you.

“I just think you’d get along,” Remus shrugs, halting his stirring before you can even tell him to do so.

You both work in tandem for a bit after that, dropping ingredients into your potion and stirring when needed. You liked partnering up with Remus for this exact reason. You’d both fall into a comfortable silence and develop a good rhythm - you just flowed well together.

Once the potion is nearly finished, Remus speaks up.

“What about tonight? Isn’t there a party at Ravenclaw?”

“Robin says not to call it a party.”

“Well, that’s what it is.”

“Yeah, but we can’t call it that. At least not out loud,” you insist, not wanting your dorm mate’s wrath to come back later and haunt you. “It’s a quiet get-together,” you correct him.

Remus scoffs, knowing damn well that Ravenclaw parties are anything but. “That, then. You can meet him there.”

You raise an eyebrow in complete disbelief. “You’re gonna get Sirius Black to come to a Ravenclaw party?”

“What happened to quiet get-together?”

Damn it.

You quickly spare a glance at Robin, but she’s all the way across the room, scolding her partner for something he did to their potion.

“Good luck with that,” you continue, pretending to ignore his quip.

“We’ll convince him!” Remus assures you, as if it’s the least of his worries.

“Okayyy...” you sing, entirely unconvinced.

You’ve never seen Sirius Black at a non-Gryffindor party. He has way too much House pride to ever be caught partying in another common room. You’re almost positive you’ve seen him root for Gryffindor at Quidditch matches even when the team isn’t playing.

“Okay? So you’ll meet him?” Remus presses.

You laugh. “Okay! I guess!” you tell him, resigned. “But you and James have been hyping him up for a while, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t live up to my expectations and I end up hating him.” You shrug a shoulder as you turn down the fire under the cauldron.

Remus just grins. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

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Despite your nonchalant attitude with Remus earlier today, you actually find yourself feeling a bit nervous.

“Hey, do you guys know Sirius?” you ask over your shoulder as you straighten your outfit in the mirror. “Black?” you add quickly.

“Did you just ask us if we know Sirius Black?” A shrill voice cuts through the air and you know immediately that it’s Robin.

You groan, “I know, I know, everyone knows-”

“Everyone knows him,” Robin talks over you, and then sprays a copious amount of hairspray into her already voluminous blonde locks.

You move out of her way so she can use the mirror and she gratefully takes the opportunity, stepping in front of you to fluff up her roots.

“Yeah, how do you not know him?” Bea calls from the bathroom, where April is helping her into her dress.

“I mean, I know him,” you say, flopping down on your bed. “But I don’t actually know him. You know?”

“He was April’s first kiss!” Bea taunts. She makes several kissy noises and then you hear her say ‘ow!’

“You’ve got to stop bringing that up,” you hear April scold, “It was second year!”

Bea giggles and then skips out of the bathroom, April trailing closely behind.

Bea has on a stunning yellow sundress with long, belled sleeves - going all out, as usual. The color compliments her dark skin beautifully, but you know she’s really only wearing it to lure in that Hufflepuff boy she’s had her eye on.

April has still yet to get dressed, always waiting until the very last minute, but her straight black hair has been flawlessly curled - presumably Robin’s work.

“So what is it? Why do you wanna know about Black?” April asks politely, leaning against your bedpost as Bea sits on her trunk to slip on her shoes.

“James and Remus... They’re gonna get him to come here.”

Bea nearly drops her shoe, and Robin spins around to face you.

“Here?” The two say at the same time.

“Is he really?” April asks mildly, voice much gentler than the other two.

You shrug and nod your head at the same time, giving them an uncertain look. “I think so? Maybe? If they can convince him.”

There’s a beat of silence and then the hissing sound of Robin’s can of hairspray fills the air once more as she frantically tries to get her hair to cooperate. At the very same time, Bea starts to rummage around her wardrobe, muttering to herself about how ‘I think I have a red dress in here somewhere...’

It’s clear they’re both doubling their efforts, hoping to catch Sirius’s eye.

You laugh a bit and then turn to look at April, whose eyes are stuck on Robin’s reflection. She has a solemn expression on her face, but quickly snaps out of her trance when she notices you watching her.

“So,” she starts, putting on a small smile, “You’ve really never met Sirius Black?” she asks, sitting down beside you and crossing her legs beneath her.

“No, but I hear you have,” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yes, the first and only boy I’ve ever kissed.” She rolls her eyes.

You hear Robin fumble with her can of hairspray but think nothing of it.

April continues, “Anyway, that was second year,” she waves it off. “I do have muggle studies with him.”

“What’s he like?” you find yourself asking.

April shrugs a shoulder. “He’s nice, I suppose. Funny. Asks the professor a lot of questions about motorbikes.”

You tilt your head. “Motorbikes? Why?”

“Who knows. I think you two would get along, though.”

“Why’s that?”

April observes you for a few beats and then laughs a bit. You expect her to say something more but she just gives you a slight nudge with her elbow and then walks off, most likely to go get dressed.

Well that was pointless. You didn’t really learn anything useful. But then again, you’re not sure what you expected out of a conversation with April, who tends to keep her talking to a minimum (She claims it makes her more mysterious) (And she’s right, too).

Oh well. Perhaps you could find a way to strike up a casual conversation about motorbikes with Sirius.

Yeah, right.

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It’s a few hours into the party when the door opens up, letting in James and Remus. Trailing behind them, looking unnecessarily wary, is Sirius Black. He traipses around as if at any moment something in the common room is going to jump out and bite him, and you struggle to stifle a laugh.

You quickly wander off before any of them can spot you, fleeing towards where the drinks are. You figure that when they find you, you may as well be doing something instead of just lamely standing around. So you pick up the ladle and start to refill your cup.

April had transfigured her cauldron into one made of glass, and Robin had used it to concoct her famous sickly sweet, lavender colored drink that she’d aptly named ‘Robin’s Brew’. It was made up of a mixture of muggle and wizard liquors, as well as a myriad of different fruit juices. The taste itself was actually semi disgusting, but you get used to it after the initial few sips.

You ladle some more of the drink into your cup and then spin on your heel, ready to resume the search for your friends.

That is, until you crash face first against a broad chest, effectively spilling ‘Robin’s Brew’ all over whoever you just bumped into.

“Oh my gosh!” you blurt out, setting the now empty cup down. “I am so sorry, I-” Your words catch in your throat when you finally look up to see the person’s face.

So much for a good first impression.

Sirius waves you off, looking down at his now purple stained white shirt. “Don’t worry ab-” he stops in the middle of the word as he raises his gaze to look at you.

His lips are still slightly parted as if his voice had simply escaped him mid-sentence, and his expression is stunned and mesmerized all at once.

“I, um...” he tries again, but it’s as if he’s been put in some kind of trance just by looking at you.

“Oh, great! You’ve met!” A cheery voice cuts through the tension, and you both turn your head to find James beaming at the two of you.

Trailing behind James is Remus, who takes in the state of the two of you and grimaces.

“Met?” Sirius voices as he looks at James, sounding a bit dazed.

“Yeah, remember? Y/N!” James reminds him. “She’s great, right?” he grins, and you cringe.

“Oh, this is...?” Sirius slowly turns his head to look at you again. “Hey...” he says faux-smoothly, as if attempting to salvage your very first meeting.

“Hey...” you say back a bit awkwardly. “Um... Look, there’s towels in my dorm, we can all go?” you suggest, looking to the others for approval.

“Why don’t you two go?” Remus proposes instead, and you shoot him an alarmed look.

“Yeah!” James nearly shouts, looking at Remus as if he’s a genius. “Yeah, you’ll find us later!” he’s quick to agree, and they both start to walk away.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I don’t know if-” you start, not sure if comfortable enough to be alone with a man you just met after spilling your drink on him.

But Remus and James don’t wanna hear it.

“Alright! See you later!” James throws a finger gun at you as he walks backwards and then spins on his heel.

“But I-”

“Bye!” Remus calls, and then they both disappear into a small crowd of people.

You turn to face Sirius, whose shirt is still dripping and who’s watching you with rapt intrigue. He turns away the moment your eyes meet, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Soon enough you’re leading Sirius down the corridor that leads to your dormitory, trying desperately to remember whether or not you’d tidied up your area of the room.

The door swings open just as you arrive at it, and from out of it come April and Robin who seem to be having a serious looking discussion. They quickly stop talking as soon as they spot the two of you, and April is quick to storm off, leaving Robin behind.

“Oh, you’ll want to get rid of that,” Robin says with a wince, gesturing at Sirius’s shirt. “The stain actually gets darker the more you try to get it off... So...”

You give a heavy sigh. “Yeah, thanks Robin.”

She shrugs apologetically with both hands in the air and then starts to walk off. “Robin’s Brew! Patent pending!” she calls over her shoulder as she scurries off to catch up with April.

“What’s up with them?” Sirius mutters under his breath as you lead him inside.

“Well, aren’t you nosy?” you’re quick to reply.

You say it as a joke, but immediately wish you could take it back. What were you thinking?! You didn’t know Sirius enough to joke around with him like that! You didn’t know him at all! Hell, you’d just spilled your drink all over him, for all you know the guy hates you!

You spin around, ready to apologize, but then Sirius is laughing, and you nearly let out a massive sigh of relief.

“Uh-” your apology catches in your throat for a moment but you quickly recover. “Sorry, I-”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head. “You’re right, nosy is my middle name,” he tells you with a shrug and a lopsided grin.

You find yourself smiling back. “Sirius Nosy Black, huh?”

He hums. “Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, definitely.”

It’s silent for a moment as you both look at each other. Your thoughts leave you a bit as you get distracted by that strange way that he’s looking at you, but then you remember with a jolt that Sirius Black is in your dorm, shirt stained lavender and dripping ‘Robin’s Brew’ onto the floor.

“Um!” You scramble towards the bathroom and yank a random towel off the rack. “Here,” You toss it and Sirius catches it with one hand.

“You can, um...” You trail off but then realize you’re still standing in the doorway, effectively blocking his entrance. “Oh!” You quickly move out of the way, leaving a clear path for Sirius.

“Thanks,” he says with a slight laugh before disappearing into the bathroom.

Once the door closes you’re left alone, idly shuffling around, not really knowing what to do now.

This was horrible. All of this was horrible. You’re alone in your dorm with a man you’ve just met - sure he’s friends with Remus and James, but that doesn’t mean it’s not awkward!

You have to focus. You have to avoid any more tense silences. What would you say when he got out of the bathroom?

You suppose he did laugh at your quip earlier - he’d even added a little joke of his own. You’d gone back and forth a bit. It was easy to converse once you’d gotten started. But getting started was exactly the issue... You needed a good topic. Why can’t you think of a good topic?!

The door to the bathroom opens up and out walks Sirius, leather jacket now slung over his forearm and white shirt drier, but still equally stained.

You panic.

“Hey, do you like motorbikes?” You blurt out, and then have to resist the urge to hurl yourself out the window.

Sirius’s eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth a few times, looking like a stunned fish, before saying “Motorbikes?”

You purse your lips. “Yeah, I was...” You shrug, trying to play off your very strange, very targeted question as just casual conversation. “I was just wondering... I dunno...” you say, leaning against one of your bedposts.

Sirius breaks out into a smile. “I have a motorbike.”

“Really! No way!” you exclaim, pretending to be shocked. Although you didn’t really know Sirius owned a motorbike, it wasn’t all that surprising considering what April had told you just a few hours ago.

Sirius’s eyes narrow slightly, looking at you as if he’s trying very hard to figure you out. “Yeah... I’m fixing it up right now...” he tells you, still grinning.

“Oh? Is it broken?”

He tilts his head back and forth a few times and then says “Not exactly.”

You cross your arms. “Then why are you fixing it up?” you challenge.

Sirius just rolls his eyes. “Well I’d argue that anything that can’t fly can definitely be improved.”

That startles a laugh out of you. “You’re gonna get your motorbike to fly?”

“Laugh it up now!” Sirius nods as you bring a hand to your lips, stifling your giggles. “No one’ll be laughing once I finish my flying motorbike!”

“Oh, I’d love to see it in action.”

“Sure, I’ll take you on a ride once it’s done,” he tells you, voice genuine.

That shuts you up. All of a sudden you find that you have no witty response. Apparently out of all the things that could have rendered you silent, the prospect of going on a ride on Sirius Black’s flying motorbike seems to have done the trick.

Sirius notices.

“I mean- If you want.” he quickly says, raising a hand. “I mean- Sorry. I know we just met, and I made you spill your drink, and I think I stained your towel with whatever that drink was - sorry about that too - but I-”

“Hey,” you cut him off, giving him a pointed but lighthearted look.

He gazes back expectantly.

“I’d love to,” you assure him, and he grins.

You don’t even remember what you were so nervous about. This was easy. Talking to Sirius was so easy once you got into a rhythm.

So you did.

You talked for a while, and when you got tired of standing you laid down on your bed, face down, head resting in your hands and legs kicking behind you as Sirius sat cross legged on your trunk in front of you. You talked about possible spells and modifications for Sirius’s motorbike, you bonded about all the times James and Remus had tried to get the two of you together, you even just talked about whatever nonsense came to your heads.

You were still talking (now both sitting on your bed) when the door creaked open, letting in April and Robin. April was asleep and Robin was carrying her bridal style. You notice they’re both barefoot, but Robin only has April’s shoes in hand - hers were probably somewhere in the common room.

“Oh, hey,” you say in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake April.

“Hey,” Robin responds, though she’s not quite as cautious with her volume as you.

Earlier today you’d have thought Robin would’ve freaked out the moment she saw Sirius, but if she cares about him being in the dorm, she doesn’t show it.

“She fell asleep on the couch. Thought I should leave her here,” the blonde explains as she pads over to April’s bed. She drops the shoes on the ground and then pauses to look at you. “Do you mind?” she questions, nodding her head towards the bed.

You quickly get up, striding over to April’s bed and pulling back the blankets.

“Thanks,” Robin murmurs as she gently sets the raven haired girl down.

You pull the covers up again and April stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up.

Robin finally acknowledges Sirius. “Hi,” she waves with a smile. Sirius smiles back. “Sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, it’s fine. We were just talking,” you assure her, and she nods a bit before turning her attention back to April, gazing down at her with a slight furrow to her brow.

“Where’s Bea?” you voice, curious.

“Went off with her Hufflepuff, I expect.”

“Mm. Is the party over?”

“Quiet get-together.” Robin corrects you without a second thought and you laugh lightly, sitting back down on your bed beside Sirius. “And yeah. I’m gonna go try to clean up a bit,” she says, sounding like the prefect she is.

You watch as Robin hesitates over April for a bit, smoothing the blankets over, brushing stray hairs from the sleeping girl’s face. It’s as if she wants to take care of her but isn’t sure how. In the end, she gives you a smile, bids a polite ‘goodbye’ to Sirius, and then exits quietly.

“We never went and found James and Remus,” you turn to look at Sirius once the door closes and he grins.

“I don’t think they ever expected us to.”

“You’re probably right.”

April stirs again and you get up to close the curtains of her four-poster.

“I should go help Robin,” you tell Sirius, and he takes the cue quickly standing up.

“Right. Sorry I kept you up.“

“No, it was fun. Sorry I spilled my drink on you.”

“No, it was fun,” Sirius echoes, and you give him a slight shove.

The two of you walk across the room and out of the door in comfortable silence, and once you’re in the corridor you speak up.

“So, hypothetically,” you start.

“Uh-huh,” Sirius assents immediately.

“If you wanted to... I don’t know... Have breakfast with me tomorrow...”

“Oh?”

“How would you go about that?”

“Hypothetically?” Sirius raises an eyebrow, as if double checking.

“Of course,” you nod.

“Well in this completely made up scenario,” he starts, “I’d probably meet you here at seven and walk you down to the Great Hall.”

You fight a smile. “Well, great.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Hypothetically I’d definitely be ready by then.”

“Perfect.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

You’ve reached the door that leads out of the common room by now, and you open it up, leaning against the frame. The rest of the castle is dark as it’s well past midnight, and you can hear the quiet sounds of nearby portraits snoring. You’d be worried about him getting caught, but with all the pranks the Marauders have pulled throughout the years, you know for a fact that Sirius Black had plenty of experience sneaking about the castle after curfew.

You watch as he lights his wand with a quick ‘Lumos’ and starts to walk off, but then he hesitates.

“What?” you voice as he turns around, walking back towards you.

He stops right in front of you, looking at you very intensely, scrutinizing every inch of your face. For a brief moment you expect him to lean in and kiss you, but then he speaks.

“I know you brought up motorbikes on purpose. That girl April takes muggle studies with me, and she-”

You quickly shut the door in his face and press your back against it, eyes wide and smiling despite yourself.

You scurry off to help Robin and a few others clean up, spirits high with the promise of having breakfast with Sirius tomorrow morning.

And who knows, maybe by tomorrow he’ll forget all about the motorbike thing. At least, you hope he does.

(He doesn’t.)

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Bonus, the next morning:

“There they are!” James exclaims as you and Sirius approach the table.

“Did he live up to your expectations?” Remus asks you pointedly as you sit down, and you poke your tongue out at him in response.

And then you shrug. “I’ve gotta say, right off the bat I wasn’t impressed.”

“You’re the one who spilled your drink all over me. My poor new shirt! Ruined!”

“Oh, boo hoo. Where will you ever find another plain, white T-shirt?”

“It had sentimental value!”

“And now it has a cute new design! So you’re welcome.”

“You want me to thank you for a stain?”

“It’s a fun souvenir from your first time in a non Gryffindor common room.”

“I should write on it. Big letters: ‘I went to Ravenclaw Tower and all I got was this lousy stained shirt.’”

“At least the stain is purple, it looked nice. Suits you.”

“Are you saying I look good in purple?”

“Sure.”

“So you’re saying I look good?”

“I- I didn’t-” you stammer, and then groan.

“Ah-ha!” Sirius points a finger at you. “Outwitted by a Gryffindor! If only Rowena Ravenclaw could see you now.”

Across the table, Remus and James watch on in dismay.

“Are you already regretting getting them together or is it just me?” James voices.

In response Remus sighs, “Oh, it’s not just you.”

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(hey ps for the sake of my sanity let’s just pretend there was no easy simple drying spell they could’ve used)

also: about robin & april

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Video made Kimmie a baby star

When Kim had begged, pleaded and outright whined for Wade to reverse engineer Draken's TV surfing tech, he had assumed that she had wanted to have some one on one time with one of those teen wolf/vampire/zombie whatever supernatural creature girls were gushing over these days, since she'd also had him mod it so that she could replace a star in the show instead of just being a extra.

As it would turn out he was only semi right, she did want that close up interaction but her show of choice wasn't a romance filled one but her favorite show growing up that she still loved today: the get along Kindergarten pals.She'd be taking on the role of her favorite character, a new girl with glasses and braces and a VERY special problem who was likewise named Kim/Kimmie.

"OK, I've got the tech all set to go, a auto pull out for when the tape this is on is over.. the door to my room is locked.." Kim said out loud, ticking off her check list on her fingers. "I'll instantly get the wardrobe change once I'm inside and I should have the house to myself for 45 minutes, the episodes only play together for 35.. Yeah I'm good."

Smiling brightly to herself and fast forwarding to just as the opening credits would be ending Kim hit the switch and was in, missing how 3.5 seconds after she was gone Tim and Jim opened her door.

"Only took 20 seconds. new personal best!" Jim said, smirking to his twin.

"the more advance she makes it, the easier it is." Tim laughed and then both spotted the screen.

"Ha! Knew it!" they both said in unison, having known how much of a nerd their sister was for the show and having heard wade mention the add-ons he'd made.

Setting up a take on a VCR add on to the old Kim was using (the show hadn't been popular enough to get put out on DVD) the twins smirked as they recorded their sisters frame and glory, remotely downloading it to their own computer so they could post the very special episode with Kimme as the star.

"we should of brought snacks." Jim complained as they sat on her bed.

"eh, No one's perfect." Tim replied, neither of them wanted to miss a a second of this.

Kim squirmed softly as she stood at the front of the classroom, soaking in the familiar light brown plush carpet, the blackboard and all the posters on the walls encouraging reading and how there was no I in team. She was in a pair of pink Velcro sneakers and purple leggings that came up to her mid upper thigh's, disappearing under her puffy dark pink skirt. It only looked like she was wearing a purple t-shirt though as in truth it was a purple diaper shirt she was sporting, helping to hold up the bulky white plastic diaper that was hidden for the moment.

Her hair was in twig pig tails, one with a pink scrunchie and the other with purple and her coke bottle glasses had a purple frame (though thankfully Kim could see just fine though them.

"Class, this is Kimmie. she's just moved here from Canada. what do we say?" Asked the 20 something teacher Mrs. Jewels, a kind blond haired lady who wore said blond hair in a long ponytail down her back.

"Welcome Kimmie!" the class said all together, most of them just back round extras but Kim could spot her heroes up front.

-Short spiky brown hair and wearing a ninja turtles t-shirt and blue jeans was Alex, the main male character, a helpful little guy who tried to solve everyone's problems.

-Brunette hair in a perm and green eyes and a green dress was Megan, the main female lead who was a girlie girl but one with a heart of gold.

-A little bit chunky and with a dirty blond mullet and sporting a stained red t-shirt and black jogging pants was Ralph, the former bully of the class who had been talked into trying to be a good boy.

-last but not least, with red hair also in pig tail and wearing blue jeans with holes in the knees and a sports jersey was Shelly, the best athlete in the class.

"H-Hi everyone! I'm looking forward to being friends with ALL of you!" Kim gushed, meaning it as she had wished she could of been part of their group back in the day, but would settle for the time she'd have now.

"Class I'll point this out now, Kimmie here has a special little problem, and it's one I don't want any of you to make fun of her for." Mrs. Jewels said, surprising Kim a bit as she could of sworn the diaper thing wasn't brought up until the first accident.

"Uh..Mrs. Jewels.." Kim started to speak up, blushing a little.

"Kimmie here hasn't QUITE mastered the potty yet, and still needs diapers, and doesn't always know when she needs a change. so should she smell a little bit..er.." And Mrs. Jewels paused as giggled filled the room. "Less then fresh shall we say, then you just need to tell me or point it out to her so she can come and see me for a change. can you all do that for me and little Kimmie?"

the giggles got louder but cries of "of course!" and "For sure!" filled the class room as Kim blushed and squirmed, apparently her popping in was changing things slightly.

"What do you say Kimmie?" Mrs. jewel's asked the red faced teenager who was posing as a 5 year old.

"Uh..Thank you all! and uh..I'll.." and she gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of her head. "Try not to stink up the classroom too much!!"

the kids loved that she could poke fun at herself and the pal's scooted to make room for her to come and have a seat next to them but Mrs. Jewel's cleared her throat.

"Now then, who's ready for finger painting?" She asked, and hands shot in the air, cries of "me!" filling the room and Kim got in on it, not realizing with her jumping and eagerness she was giving at least half the kids a view at her puffy butt..at least until Ralph spoke up.

"Oh! Mrs. Jewels! I don't think Kimmie's wearing her diaper! all I saw was purple when she was jumping up and down!" He cried out, trying to be helpful.

"eek!" Kim yelped and tugged at the skirt, sinking to her knees quickly. "Don't look at my butt!"

"heh..Kim Ralph was only trying to be helpful..and Ralph Kim's wearing what's known as a diaper shirt to keep her diapers nice and snug when she wets them." Mrs jewels said, and Kim whimpered. "oh Sorry Kimmie, that was more then you wanted everyone to know huh?"

Kim sniffled and nodded her head, but then she was being hugged by Alex and Megan.

"Hey it's ok! everyone has problems sometimes!" Alex said, giving her a BIG smile

"Yeah, plus you look adorable! I'm jealous!" Megan added. "Maybe I'll ask my parents for a diaper too!"

Kim could tell the little girl was lying but the sentiment was there and she couldn't help but break out into a big silly giggle.

"hehehe aww..thanks!"

"Ugh, barfaroni.. I was hoping she was gonna break down bawling there." Jim said, faking a gagging noise.

"Give it time..our machine isn't JUST recording her after all, it's making a few changes to the show.." Tim said, a evil twinkle in his eye.

"Ohhh? what DO you have planned brother dear." Jim asked, his attention back up to full.

"well, know how in the normal episode Kimmie just wets her diapers?" Tim asked, grinning ear to ear.

"No, I never really paid at- wait..you didn't!" Jim said and then shared the grin.

"yeah I did.. things are gonna get stinky~"

Finger painting had been a blast and after washing up Kimmie had been allowed to pick what they read for story time (She picked beauty and the Beast) then they were sent off to their desks (Really just long tables) and handed pencils and little journal books to write about what they had thought about the story.

Kimmie could of gone on forever but knew they were only expected to write a paragraph or so and was tapping the eraser of her pencil on her chin when suddenly her butt just got super warm.

Not quite figuring out what was happening she squirmed around in her seat, leaning forward to try and escape the heat on her bun when it got even hotter and a bad smell started to fill the room, making her wrinkle her nose.

'ew, who farted?!' Kim thought, looking around as the other kids all started to take notice of the smell now.

it was only as more and more eyes turned to her and she realized her butt felt all muddy it clicked in her head what she'd done, and it was too late for her to try and save face and fess up as Shelly raised her hand even as she spoke up.

"Mrs. Jewels, I think Kimmie made a uh-oh!" She cried out.

"oh dear.." Mrs. Jewels said, walking over and helping the blushing teen hero stand up, tugging the back of Kim' s Skirt up and patting her hand on the seat of Kim's mush filled diaper. as the super spy whined and popped her thumb in her mouth, blushing crimson and eyes welling up with tears. "Yup, I think your right.. Awww don't cry Kimmie, you're just a little girl and can't help it!"

Somehow this didn't help make Kim feel better and the flood gates opened up as not only was she lead off for a diaper change, but the get alone kindergarten pal's came with to help out.

Jim and Tim turned away in disgust, just in case the change was fully shown but thankfully it would just cut to the different kids trying to be nice, even as they made faces and one of them had the 'honor' of running Kim's smelly diaper out to the trash so it wouldn't be stinking up the class room all day.

with princess stinky changed and in a clean diaper, a semi broken Kim was brought back to the classroom, with the show only having a little bit of it's run time left.

"Huh.. you think she's gonna stay broken when she gets out of there?" Jim asked, as Kim was basically being treated like a baby doll now, mumbling and drooling on herself.

"I dunno,..Maybe. why, you think we're gonna have to look after her?" Tim asked.

"Actually I just a horrible horrible thought.. If she comes out of there and see's what we've done.. including making her diaper famous.. and she's a kick butt super spy.." Jim said, noting that the ending music was starting.

"..Oh balls. Uh.. Yeah, let's get the feck out of he-" Tim started to say, but it was too late and Princess stinky was back out of the show, and looking at them.

"Ah ba da boo?" She asked, eyes glazed and then blinking them rapidly, blushing and trying to cover up as she looked at the tweebs. "What are you two doing in my ro-" She started to ask, then noticed the whole set up they had going. "..What did you two do?"

"We love you!" the tweebs said in unison and then tried to run, but even in her thick diapies Kim was so much faster then them and had them both by the scruffs of their collars.

Looking at the comments on the now ended live stream of Kim's little adventure, and knowing that she was ruined, Kim whimpered and whined, but then got a very..very evil smirk on her face.

"You know.. one diaper princess seems to be very popular on YouTube.. I wonder how twin sissy baby princesses would do?" She asked.

"You wouldn't!" Jim squeaked out, kicking his legs and in full panic mode.

"This was all HIS idea!" Tim yelped, doing the same.

"Save it baby gurl's you both have a date with diapers.. we can do this the easy way where you take your punishment like -snort- men.. or.. I still have mind control chips and I'll have you two singing Mary had a little lamb in the park." Kim chuckled, sounding so much more evil then her current attire would of suggested.

as the tweebs started to bawl and whine, Kim couldn't help but wonder if Maybe she'd make a good super villain with a diaper gimmick.

When Mr and Mrs. Possible came home, the last thing they expected to see was all three of their children having a tea party in the living room. Kim had never been that big on them and well, the twins weren't know to be that girly.

Of course just the fact there was a tea party at all was surprising, but the fact that all three where in short princess style dresses and thick pink diapers also was a double take. (Red and green for the boys, and light black for Kim, with a gold toy crown on Kim's hear and silver crowns on the boys.

"..Do I wanna ask or just walk away?" Mr. Possible asked, smirking.

"Oh Hi Daddy, Me and the boys found out we all had a shared interest and decided to indulge in it. we're even making a few videos'." Kim said, and looked at the twins, giving them a look. "Right my little princesses?"

"..Y-Yes Queen Kimmy!" Tim yelped out.

"I still think you should be just a princess too!" Jim huffed, getting a look of amusement from Kim and one of 'really?' Tim. "What!? all things being fair.." Jim huffed.

"Heh.. Ok you can be the queen next time." Kim said.

"Well as long as your all having fun.." Mrs. Possible said though then she added. "But for the record, Your father and I did our time changing diapers. so your changing yourself."

And so from the flood of videos, all three possible kids became known as the pampered trio, with Ron having to handle more then a few smelly diapers and Bonnie trying and failing to embarrass Kim over the videos, Kim having just accepted she was a dorky big baby girl who, as she pointed out, could STILL cream Bonnie in a fight and plant her muck butt on the brat's face.

Naturally Bonnie backed down after that.

Ironically super villainy died down for the most part after Kim became diaper famous since no one wanted to be the villain that got his or her butt kicked by a diaper filling big baby who's trademark outfit had gone from a top and cargo pants to a baby dress and massive huggies.

The tweebs after awhile embraced the sissy baby life (well, Jim faster then Tim) since there was no going back and actually found themselves a pair of boyfriend's in the twin hero's Wego from team go as they were free to mostly retire again because of a lack of villains.

"Who knew that all it would take to stop the worlds villains was a kick butt pamper princess?" Kim giggled.

The end

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Olivia (Lommel, 1983)

This review contains mild spoilers.

Ulli Lommel's The Boogeyman is not a great horror movie but it is one I think of often. It's marred by a clumsy, effects-laden climax, but the bulk of the movie has a strangely artificial tone. The gruesome slasher-esque kills (which earned it a spot on the Video Nasty list) and supernatural elements seem at odds with the picturesque, almost postcard-like veneer of the overall film. It's as if the reality of the film is at war with itself, echoing the tension in the horror plot. A primary driver of its tonal discord is the extremely uncomfortable opening scene, where the partner of the protagonists' (possible sex worker) mother physically abuses them and is then killed by one of the children, who subsequently goes mute from the trauma. The scene is shot in hot, saturated colours (a quality perhaps inspired by the films of Rainer Werner Fassbinder, with whom Lommel collaborated earlier in his career), giving it an especially rancid quality, as if it's corroding through the screen.

Olivia has a version of this scene. Here, the heroine witnesses her prostitute mother being killed by a violent john as a child, the scene this time being shot in moody dark blue lighting. We cut to fifteen years later, and now the protagonist, played by Suzanna Love (star of The Boogeyman and Lommel's wife at the time), is trapped in an unhappy marriage with a controlling, abusive husband. (I watched this the same weekend as Sudden Fury, a Canadian thriller about a man who schemes to kill his wife in the backwoods of Ontario, and it was startling to see two strong candidates for the Cinematic Bad Husband Awards almost back to back.) As she spends her days looking out the window towards London Bridge (where they live), she begins to envy the freedom enjoyed by the nearby prostitutes and tries going out to do likewise during one of her husband's night shifts. However, when she picks up a john, it turns out she'd internalized her childhood trauma more than we'd realized, and murders him at the behest of the voice of her mother who speaks to her. (It's worth noting that the man has mannequins in lingerie in his flat, which adds to the scene's weirdness.) She also falls in love with an American engineer hired to provide estimates for restoring the bridge, but when her husband finds out, things meet an abrupt, violent end. Years later, the engineer is visiting Lake Havasu, where the old London Bridge was relocated, and spies a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to Love. Could this be the same person?

The plot has elements that were obviously inspired by Psycho and Vertigo. Compared to Brian De Palma and Dario Argento, two other directors who were channeling Alfred Hitchcock's influence to exhilarating results at around the same time, Lommel's film lacks the same technical sophistication, but that adds to its distinct atmosphere. A lot of films can be described as dreamlike and it can mean an awful lot of different things. Compare the films of David Lynch and Lucio Fulci (the latter of whom I will always bring up given the opportunity), which are very different yet the word applies to both. In Olivia, the film's tone and rhythms make its sense of reality feel strangely tenuous, even if there's nothing in the narrative to suggest what we're seeing isn't actually happening. In describing Jonathan Demme's Married to the Mob, Roger Ebert cites its "sleepy/wide-awake style", which are words that came to mind. The visual style, which features a lot of strong blue lighting, is not as precise as the work of those other directors, putting the film in a state of slight stylistic flux. Production details add to this quality, with the bridge in Lake Havasu and the faking of London locations through well chosen props, as well as crew members cosplaying as Londoners during a crowd scene (which features some not terribly convincing British accents). That the murders (one of which makes similar use of an electric toothbrush as a scene in Boogeyman II) in the version I watched had their audio sourced from a video version instead of the original elements helps them ripple the film's fabric even further.

Speaking of Demme, the film also brings to mind Something Wild, in the sense that the night isn't just a time of day but a different state of mind and perhaps a different place altogether, which emphasizes the somnambulist qualities of the daytime scenes. Are these even in the same reality? Is night real and day just a dream through which the heroine sleepwalks? There's also the relationship between wardrobe, self and storytelling. (As I've spent too much of the last year and a half perusing menswear blogs and then trying to talk myself out of ill-advised purchases, this is an idea that's been on my mind a lot lately.) When Love dresses up as a hooker, she puts on a nice purple floral dress, which on one hand doesn't strike me as a particularly slutty outfit, but is also likely the most sexy item this character, who we understand doesn't get out much and is married to an unkind husband, would reasonably have. Yet with her sunglasses and golden hair, she suggests a Hitchcock blonde and balances the same aura with her kitchen sink daytime existence. (Lommel grew up in postwar Germany and would likely have been sensitive to the economic realities that drive people to that line of work, something he explored in Tenderness of the Wolves. Interviews with Love and assistant director John P. Marsh also suggest that the prostitution elements and opening scene were Lommel's way of processing traumatic events from his childhood. Lommel himself shows up to play a detective, while Love's brother Nicholas, who also appeared in The Boogeyman, plays the client who murders the mother, making this a family affair.)

If like me you own the Vinegar Syndrome blu-ray, you have up to three covers. The slipcover, which features a shrieking woman plunging a knife into her mate (and a grimacing face on the moon over London Bridge) suggest something more blood curdling than the finished product, while the reversible cover brings to mind a Playboy centerfold, accurate to brief sections of the movie (like really brief, before the movie snaps back to horror) in terms of the proceedings but certainly not the tone. The "actual" cover, with the heroine's face hidden by her large sunglasses and the deep blues of surrounding her, better capture the movie's distinct look and feel. And of course, much of the film's power comes from Love's performance, who brings an innate sympathy and low key nerviness to the role. (Love admits to having been uncomfortable with the sexual content in the movie.) Like the movie around her, the different sides of her character seem to be wrestling with each other, the resulting offness and inner tension making her performance, and the film as a whole, extremely compelling.

#film #movie review #olivia #ulli lommel

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Home - Intro

Summary: Fresh out of a divorce, Y/N moves to Sun Valley for a fresh start, a house left to her by her aunt and a new job as a nanny.

James 'Bucky' Barnes owns a law firm and has been left with three kids after his wife died giving birth to their youngest.

Bucky is nervous about leaving the kids with a nanny but he cant keep finding babysitters and the kids need someone more permanent around.

If you had asked me a year ago where id be right now, i would have said happily married, maybe a kid on the way?

But oh how wrong i was.

I was standing in my new home (a house left to me by my aunt that i was planning on selling!) with two suitcases of my belongings, no husband, no kids.... just me.

I stood looking around the fully furnished house and sighed, it was a lovely house, a bit outdated but i could work on that gradually....I wouldn't be here that often anyway. Before making the move i had applied for a nannying job in town, single father with 3 kids, he called me within the hour to have a phone interview that lasted over an hour. 20 minutes after the call he offered me the job. He was either impressed or desperate, i hadn't worked that out yet!

I dragged my suitcases upstairs and chose a bedroom, i unpacked the suitcases hanging up clothes in the wardrobe. Found some clean sheets and changed the bedsheets before turning in for the night. I had to be at the Barnes residence at 7:30am tomorrow to meet them all in person.

Dressed in blue jeans and purple cable knit sweater i headed to the car and made my way to the Barnes residence.

Pulling up in the 3 car garage as directed i sat leaning forward so i could take in the size of the place! It was huge! Clearly the man made ALOT of money!!

"Well shit" i quietly mumbled to myself grabbing my purse from the passenger seat and making my way up to the front door. The door opened before i even reached it and a young blonde woman opened the door with a tight smile.

"You must be Y/N"

"Yeah, thats me. Hi" i replied giving her a polite smile.

"Im Chloe, Mr Barnes's assistant. He is just finishing up a call, he asked me to show you in"

"Great"

I followed Chloe through the huge house into the living room, i couldn't help but worry about getting lost in here!

"Just wait here he wont be long" Chloe said before turning and making a quick getaway. I sat on the edge of the sofa, knee shaking nervously as i looked around the room, the place was spotless considering three kids lived here.

"Im so sorry Miss Y/L/N, unexpected early morning problems to deal with" a deep voice suddenly said from behind making me stand up to turn and great my new employer.

When i saw him i felt my breath catch in my throat, the man was beautiful! ....i was NOT expecting that at all! 

"Its not a problem Mr Barnes" i smiled trying to ignore the fact he was the prettiest man id ever seen in my life!!

"Please have a seat"

"Thank you"

"Its nice to finally put a face to the name" he smiled looking a little surprised himself, maybe he was expecting an older woman??

"Yeah it sure is, i have to admit your a lot younger than i thought you'd be"

"I get that alot, we started young" he chuckled taking a seat on the sofa across from me "so how did the move go?"

"It was fine, i got in yesterday. Still gotta make it feel like home you know"

"I get that" he nodded looking around the room "i've lived here for 3 years and still doesn't feel like a home. As i said i work alot, i havent had time to do much with the place"

"Its a beautiful home Mr Barnes"

"Please call me James, Mr Barnes is so formal"

"Okay sure, in that case you have to call me Y/N" i smiled "so where are the kids? Its very quiet in here considering you have three young ones"

"Oh it wont stay like that for long, trust me! They stayed at their Uncle Steve's last night while i got the house cleaned. Couldn't have you turning up to messy house on your first day, you would have run a mile"

"I dont mind a bit of mess, its kinda expected when kids are involved anyway" i shrugged.

"I guess its inevitable" he smiled running his hand over his stubbled jaw "So, the hours i need you will vary depending on my work load. Some days i'll be home early and you can head home, others i may get held up and need you to stay"

"Yeah thats fine, im flexible with hours anyway" i nodded "being new to town i dont have any commitments, i'll welcome the distraction to be honest"

"No family or friends in town?"

"Nope, its just me. My aunt left me the farm house when she passed away a few months ago.... i had every intention of selling the place but..... well things changed and i decided a fresh start would be best"

"Well if you ever need anything dont hesitate to ask me"

"Thank you Mr Barnes.... sorry, i mean James" i felt myself blush slightly but he just smiled at me.

"I'll get a room set up for you here too, i dont expect you stay late then drive home. Id feel much better if you would just stay over when that happens"

"Okay, that sounds practical"

"I want you to feel comfortable with us, you will become a big part of our lives. I mean I'm trusting you with the most important things in my life"

"Im sure we'll get along great, and you dont have to worry. I will treat them like they were my own, they will be perfectly safe with me i promise you"

"BUCK WE'RE HOME!" A voice called suddenly followed by the sounds of running and laughing.

"Incoming" He stood up chuckling raising his eyebrows, the door burst open and two girls came busting through the door and dived at him. James scooped up both girls planted kisses on their faces making them giggle.

"How are my girls?"

"We good daddy, uncle Stevie gave us chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast!" The smaller of the two said happily.

"He did?? Did you save me some?"

"Dont be silly daddy"

"Who are you?" The eldest of the two asked me suddenly looking suspicious.

"Im Y/N"

"You daddy's girlfriend?"

"No sweetheart, this is Y/N. She's going to be looking after you while im at work"

"No more Mrs Fisher???"

"Nope"

"YES!! she was mean!.... your not mean are you?"

"I dont think so" i laughed finding it amusing.

"Y/N's not mean at all! I think you guys are gonna get along just fine" James said smiling.

"Hey Buck" a tall blonde man appeared in the doorway with a toddler in his arms.

"Hey Steve, this is Y/N. Our new nanny"

Steve's eyebrows shot up quickly, he looked at James then over to me before smiling.

"Hi, nice to meet you" he held out his free hand for me to shake.

"You too, you must be uncle Steve"

"Guilty" he smiled before passing the baby over to James.

"Okay, so i guess i should introduce you to the kids".

A/N: I will add a ‘keep reading’ later, i still cant do it on mobile!! 🤬

#bucky x you #sebastian stan #chris evans #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #home

[jorjathomas]

Aesthetic Research

At the beginning of this project, I was heavily inspired by the first two artists and wanted to base my zine around them. As I've progress with research, my style plan has changed slightly which is why there is two versions of this post. This is the original aesthetic I wished to use.

Originally, I wanted to have majority of my work made digitally as this was my strong point however, as I began to research other artists, combining some of this work with physical art would help my zine feel nostalgic and personal to the reader. This zine will be playful and humorous to remind the viewer not to take things to seriously. I will also be adding personal imagery alongside these inspirational work techniques. At first, I was fairly worried as I knew I wanted to cover a lot of different subjects within and I felt as though I had to keep the overall aesthetic layout similar on every page but a tutor advised me to do as I please as the more different each page would look the more engaging it would be to read. Below are some inspiring artists who may spark some of my layout ideas.

Florence Given- Women don't owe you pretty

I had read Florence Givens book last year, ‘Women don't owe you pretty’ which actually sparked this idea and learning more about feminism in the first place. She not only wrote this book but she also created all the visual identity behind her work. I love her aesthetic which reminds me a lot of the 70s because of her common curved typography. I enjoy her colour palette also as of course there is pink within her book but she also uses orange, red and yellow to add a fiery and informal side to her art. I've previously talked about colour phycology in our group project and I love the combination of pink and red in visual art. The light pink symbolises the generic stereotypes behind a woman and is very feminine just like we are told to be. The red conveys the opposite despite being close on the colour wheel. The primary colour symbolises the fiery presence and confidence that should be the representation for women. I am most definitely will be using this combination throughout this zine as I think the red alongside doesn’t make it look as girly and soft as the light pink alone will be. When creating a zine around this matter, it is hard not use the stereotypical colours that everyone would know and is associated with a women. Although this would catch attention quicker, feminism doesn't like this attachment which is why I will be aiming to use a lot more colours along side pink to wash out this opinion. I think I will use pinks, red and oranges like Florence but also add blues, greens and purples to add as much euphoria as I can.

Natasha Ahmed- Illustrated Wardrobe

Natasha Ahmed is a social influencer and illustrator. She has recently collaborated with a clothing brand with her motivating art which is what inspired me prior to researching more artists. All of her work is drawn digitally which is was sparked my inspiration originally. As I progress, I think I will use digital illustrations to an extent with typography but I have decided to rely on my collaging ideas to provide the main aesthetic for the zine. I will add digital art over the top of existing work to add personality and a ‘diary like’ feel. For example adding pieces like Natasha's or drawing over a image. Nevertheless, I love Natasha's work as it highlights normal life. A lot of her work consists of trendy objects or pictures of her room. She has made a magazine full of illustrations of famous musicians which I was drawn to. The first image above is what inspired me the most as I like the idea of the cluttered objects placed behind a patterned background. This ignited my idea of making it more personal by adding certain objects and imagery that could make the zine look as though it has been placed on a table without any thought. What I mean by this is imagery within the page such as tea-stains, nail polish, eyelashes, jewellery etc.

Below is some artists I began to research after I knew I wanted to add some collaging techniques into my zine. I was given this book by a tutor. The book is called Cute and Paste.

Julian Pacauld- escapism

I had always liked this persons art as I had found them on Pinterest a few projects ago however, the book helped be find the artists name and look further into his work. I always love the abnormality behind collage work like this and wanted to include it into my work some way. Originally, when you look at Julian's work it feels humorous as he places certain images in particular ways that aren't common .He plays around with size and proportions which is where this personality of art comes from. His pieces remind me a lot about escapism and the functions behind a persons mind. It requires a lot of imagination and playfulness to form this which is why I love it so much. I didn't know how I could tie this sort of technique into my work however, the more I thought about my original message behind the zine, I think Julian work fits in quite well. I’d like readers to feel eased when reading the zine as a lot of my content would involve the importance of living present and not overthinking certain life situations. I will use this technique when I try to explain the small severity behind a persons problem. For example; I have recently stressed about silly problems and I have made a conscious effort to remind myself how amazing life is as a tiny human on a floating rock in space. I could portray this message with abnormal collaging imagery as this could help get my message across better than heavy amounts of confusing text.

James Dawe-  adding  new stories into existing imagery to help portray messages

I believe James has used collaging digitally as this work seems fairly flat. I am unsure yet whether it would be easier to create my collage this way or to print pictures off. Nevertheless James is another piece of art which has inspired me greatly. What I enjoy so much is the layers within the pieces. I believe he only uses one or two pieces of art but multiple copies of them so he is able to get different outcomes with different cut outs. This is a interesting technique to add a new narrative within a image. I hope to do this slightly to some of my images. I may do this with my own personal images to again add a sense of playful into my work or combine two contrasting images together to create a different aesthetic. I am excited to start this process and see what outcomes I could create with James inspiration.

Craig Atkinson- personal touches

This was the final artist which I liked from the book Cut and Paste. Although Craig's background work is fairly simplistic, what adds character is the additional pen lines and mixed media. This is exactly the aesthetic I am going for. Just like Craig, I hope to create the a narrative that makes the reader feel as though they are snooping through someone's diary yet becoming educated at the same time. Using this sort of technique will make a big impact on particular pages and help portray my fun message for a female's life. I am unsure yet how to execute this process perfectly as I've previously tried this technique with the trend lookbook however, there is a difference between physical lines and digital lines. It would be easier to do this digitally on top of pre-existing collaging work however I don't want it to look too clean and pristine and I think digital sketches give off that look.

To conclude, all of these artist have inspired my visual idea. Despite changing my original aesthetic idea, all of these artists has contributed to my new visual layout of my zine and I will make an conscious effort to keep referring to these artists pieces for inspiration when I finally begin to speak these ideas into creative existence.