#sonja's ankle

[jortschronicles]

Eclipse Coronation Ottoman

At the start of the reign of Gabriel III and Sonja III, I made them a promise. During their reign, in honor and imitation of all the fancy and beautiful clothing they produce, I would cut into a fabric that scared me and attempt to make something wearable.

Prior to Pennsic, my lovely wife picked up some garb for us at a SCA yard sale. this included the following rust/gold ghawazee that a local of mine (recently laurel) informed me is about 200-300 years post period, but would be an OK time saver for garbing myself up for Pennsic. With that knowledge safe in hand, I planned and started to sew a gomlek, with the intention of creating a single-layer supportive undergarment to reduce the number of layers worn on hot afternoons at pennsic. This would be my first ever supportive garment! As you can see in the following photos, the supportive garment was a success.

I began my research with Ottoman Turkish Garb, An Overview of Women's Clothing by Baroness Katja Davidova Orlova Khazarina. This document was recommended to me by Baroness Dominique Michelle le Vasseur. With a bit more of an idea of what I was doing (but only a bit, I was roaring full speed ahead) I used the gomlek pattern found on Turkish Costume by Vanessa Giddings. I made the gomlek from a light-medium weight white linen from stash. I serged each edge of the pieces before pinning together to prevent fraying and to buy me some time to properly finish the seams when I got home from pennsic.

Notably, this is where I made my first mistake. After making the gomlek, I decided to attempt to make it supportive just in case I didn't finish a zibin before pennsic (reader-- she didn't finish the zibin). After making the gomlek according to the Giddings pattern, I then pinched and pinned along the seam between the front body and the front gore to force a little more lift and create a "shelf" on which the breasts could rest. Because I made t his supportive, I'm glad I used a just shy of medium weight linen rather than a more appropriate looser weave, because it gave the garment the body to support the breasts.

As I was in the last leg of time crunch before Pennsic, I wanted this linen to relax as much as it was going to as fast as possible. So i threw on the gomlek, some leggings, and a lazy turban, then did some intense yard work for ~2 hours. My breasts never moved from their assigned seats, the garment relaxed comfortably, and I could move just fine in it. I then finished the gomlek off with a quick button loop and faux-pearl headed button at the neckline, though it has no structural purpose due to how I altered the garment.

With a heart full of ambition and a head empty of reason, I attacked a plan to finish a brand new entari, zibin, and an extra gomlek prior to pennsic. I accomplished none of that.

The following picture shows how I wore this for Pennsic: Gomlek, the post-period ghawazee, lazy turban, some shalwar off amazon recommended by Viscountess Caterina Giovanni, my apprentice belt, and some Rus boots as I was advised to wear ankle support in the Bog.

Upon my return home, I started planning the Entari, with the goal of having a gomlek and entari to wear to Namron Protectorate for Domi's laurel elevation (reader-- she didn't finish any of it in time). I selected from stash a black cotton for the lining and a red and rust upholstery fabric for the outer layer. This was chosen for the similarity, to my eye, between the repeating pattern in the stripes on the upholstery fabric and the patterns present on some extant entaris and in court portraiture. ORIGINALLY I had selected a bright blue silk i was certain I had in stash but my box o' saris was nowhere to be found.

The above portraits, miniatures, and extants were accessed through the Ottoman Turkish Garment Database. The prevalence of red / blue color combos in the portraits and extants, as well as vibrant colors across the board, inspired my choices. As you can see in each of the extants as well as the art, the inside edge of the garment is faced in a color different from the lining and the outer layer. In many of the portraits, the bottom edge of the garment is turned out as if caught in motion, displaying this vibrant facing. The entaris come in different lengths but tend to be in the knee to floor range, while a hip to knee length undergarment appears to be worn as a middle layer.

The center bottom quilted kaftan in red and gold (belonging to Selim I, garment c. 1512-1520) inspired my choice of fabric, as seen below.

Fabric selected, then began the cutting. I used the pattern, cutting diagram, and notes from Kelebek's Persian and Turkish Clothes and drafted out onto my lining layer. Because the gomlek worked up so easily, I just used the black cotton liner as my muslin for this garment. As seen below, it fit pretty well from the outset and the notes and diagrams proved helpful in making sure everything lined up right. Gores are my nightmare. Seen below, the garment as it stood had REALLY prominent hip bumps.

We know that prominent hip bumps were part of the fashion just judging from the art and extant garments (including one amusing extant of Hanzade Sultan's zibins with an attached note deriding the poor quality of the hip bumps) but after repeating the pattern onto my outer fabric, they started bothering me. I was pretty sure I had them sitting too low, or some part of the slope wasn't quite right.

Protectorate was fast approaching, and I had little time to make major adjustments and fiddle with a lot of trial and error. I made some quick adjustments, smoothing the slope of the hip bums into more of a 15 degree angle than the 45ish degree angle they were sitting at prior. Around the same time i started fretting about the hip bumps, I realized my box o' saris was AWOL and began to panic. After fruitless hours scouring the house and workshop, no luck. For my own mental health, I put the project aside to handle AFTER Protectorate, but before Coronation. I had a promise to keep, after all.

I returned home from Namron Protectorate and got to work. With my silks still missing, I selected a soft but bright blue polycotton with a nice sheen from stash and made my bias facing.

It wasn't perfect, but time was short and the fabric was bright. You can also see from this photo the adjustments I made to the hip bump. I left the original shape intact, just folded and gently tacked down inside the body so I have the chance to fix it in the future, when I feel more able and comfortable. And so, the handsewing of the Entari began with Coronation just days away. I finished tacking in the lining, which is only attached to the outer shell by the facing, fun fact, and did a quick try on to make sure it all sat the way I wanted. I was very satisfied with the result. In the future, though, I would probably face the sleeves BEFORE I seam down the underside, because that was the only part of the facing truly miserable to line up and attach.

Then came the last minute fastenings. I'd wanted to weave some trim to make proper button / loop pairs down the front, but didn't have the time. Suggestions from my locals mostly relied on me having not yet put the body, facing, and lining together. I made do, dug through my ribbon supply, and grabbed some shiny polysatin 3/8" ribbon I usually use for making ribbon roses. I cut them into 9" lengths, folded in half, lined up with the yellow vertical stripe down the front, tucked the ends under, and tacked them down securely. For the buttons, I used some Vindheim buttons from Bad Baroness. For a last minute closure I literally finished 2 hours before driving down to coronation, not bad if I do say so myself.

On the day of, I added a long, sleeveless undercoat that for sanity's sake, we'll call a zibin. I need to make one of those rather soon, don't I? I received the coat second hand at Mooneschadowe Trade Days in exchange for a monmouth cap, with the encouragement of Viscountess Mama Cat. I wore a small embroidered hot pink hat over a pink-and-rust silk and pashmina scarf that my lovely wife got for me at Pennsic as a gift, with a veil pinned over the top. The veil is actually one of my spare white scarves, my big "floofy" one that gives my siblings in the order scarf envy. I ordered it from the same place I got my green apprentice belt sash, my wife gets cadet scarves, and both of us get a variety of veils. Mama cat helped me make sure everything sat right on the outfit and helped me get the veil just right. The peacock feather pin is from Sonja III's Queen's Champion tournament, the favor she gave to all the competing fighters. I am wearing the handwoven silk scarf I was made in, a twin to my Doña's and her Queen's white scarves, and it has a subtle Ansteorran Star woven into one end. The pin (hidden because the wind was fighting me while we watched the eclipse) is purple and gold (my heraldic colors), a twin to the silver and deep blue pin the Ansteorran Cadets got for HRH's Nicolette's gift, which she used to pin her Queen's White Scarf in place upon her ascension to the throne.

What feels most important to me, though, is this picture. The Order of the White Scarf is charged with protecting the Queen's White Scarf in the interregnum, with the newest white scarf present protecting it personally and the oldest white scarf present taking it from the arm of the Queen stepping down and putting it upon the arm of our new Queen. We pass it through the circle, some of us pressing it to our forehead or hearts, some of us giving it a good squeeze, some of us kissing it. To myself and much of the rapier community of Ansteorra, this is more than a scrap of fabric on a brass hat's arm. This is the memory of what Don Tivar and Countess Tessa of the Gardens did for us so long ago, legitimizing our community and uplifting us. This is the memory of brothers, sisters, and friends come and gone, of Queens who, for a moment or a lifetime, became one of us, became the head of our order. This is the hope of every cadet who dreams of bleaching their scarf, of every fencer who imagines themselves in the shoes of Errol Flynn or Cyrano. A good Queen inspires us to do better, do more, and reach further, and a great Queen makes our Order stronger with just her presence.

None can compare with bright honor rare We go as the swift arrow flies To stand in the strife, to hazard our lives For a glance from Your Majesty’s eyes

There are certainly adjustments I would make if I were to do this again, notbly find my box o' saris and use a silk facing, among others. I would like to make some non-supportive gomleks in a much lighter fabric and some supportive zibins as well. I would prefer in the future to attach the facing BEFORE i sew down the underside of the sleeve so i feel SLIGHTLY less murderous while sewing. And because of how I roll, in the future I would definitely add a pocket or twelve. I intend to replace the ribbon button loops with some woven trim loops, or at the very least add some matching ribbon bars to the button side for a little more visual balance.

This project would not have been possible without the support of Baroness Dominique Michelle le Vasseur and Viscountess Caterina Giovanni, and the inspiration of the lovely and kind Countess Jacquette d'Anjou, whose conversations and costuming at Gulf XXXI finally kicked me into high gear on this.

#sca #arts & sciences #a&s #society for creative anachronism #historical costuming #ottoman clothing #turkish clothing #entari #zibin #gomlek #tarpus #salwar #sca garb #sca costuming

[writingsofwesteros]

Sonja would be whimpering in surprise into Daemon's mouth, as he kisses her. Rhaenyra pulling him away and smacking him right across The face before taking Sonja into her arms.

"how.dare.you", she growls at Daemon who is rubbing his jaw with a smirk on his face.

Sonja bites her lip rhaenyras leg slightly between her own as she unconsciosly starts to rub against It. Leaning against rhaenyra, moving her hips.

"she seemed to like it", Daemon teases nodding at Sonja who snaps Back from what she is doing with a mortified look trying to push rhaenyra off.

"shh, little lover, shh shh, oh you are burning up", rhae coos and hugs her close. Devious smirk coming to her face.

Having Sonja take a seat on a Stone bench against The wall. Daemon sitting with her while rhae slaps his hands off of sonja.

"now trust me", rhae comments as she kneels in front of sonja. "Lift your feet on The bench so your knees are up, just like that hold onto those ankles. I'm trying to take care of you, someone could have poisoned you"

Daemon smirks as he watches Sonja hold her legs up, her dress still covering her privates as rhaenyras head sinks into Sonja's skirts.

His arm returns around her just in Time to catch her thighs as Sonja jumps back feeling a wet tongue lick at her underthings.

"now now, let's not kick shall we"

"sh-she is...-"

"she is kissing your precious pussy isn't she, licking you up, your underthings must Be soaked by now. You've been whimpering all night"

Sonja's eyes close as she moans shakily, brows raising almost looking pained when she feels her panties being moved and lips on her bare pussy. "Gods, oh oh oh", she whines feeling like her pussy is on fire.

Hips moving their own Accord, back tightening as she shakes, Daemon holding her legs while she nears her first orgasm.

"stop, oh- I don't know- please stop before I-", she whimpers in vain as rhaenyra sucks her clit, only her mouth having redused her to this point. Sonja doesn't know what is happening to her poor body, pleasure so intense, her belly tightening, she is afraid she is wetting herself as she hears the wet sounds accompanied by her feeling in her belly.

Her embarrassment making the situation More intense as Daemon starts kissing her, and then rhaenyra with a delicate hand lifts The Hood of sonja's clit and starts mercilessly licking.

Sonja nearly thrown off The seat as she Falls over The edge one hand going over rhaenyras head, broken moans leaving her. Shaking all over, all reliant on The two to stay up on her seat.

Horrifiedly looking at rhaenyra's wet chin as The blonde emerges from under her skirts. Oh by The gods, her little pussy was still so wet and tingly.

Daemon's chuckles sounding out whilst his fat cock twitches in his breeches. Fuck, what a sight, he thought to himself as Rhaenyra leaned in; brushing their noses together.

"Good girl...." The praises had Sonja shivering some more as she whines

#hot thots

[stellerssong]

i am sending you a star for the heians fic. what did i miss. please gush about the heians.

did you miss anything in the heians fic? i don't think you missed anything in the heians fic. or if you did miss anything in the heians fic i don't know if it is anything that is necessarily of interest to anyone but me? y'all, i went in way too hard on this fic. the amount of research i did would infuriate and dismay you. and in all fairness i was being metaphorically swung around by the ankles and thwacked against a wall at work at the time of writing it, so i kind of had nothing else to do but get a little annoying about historical references, but. y'know. @ me maybe make it about samurai next time or like something people care about.

oh, here's a thing i guess—i kind of liked my rendering of the one historical poem presented in full in this fic, Michitsuna no Haha's poem of the barred gate. in Edward Seidensticker's translation:

Do you know how slow the dawn can be when you have to wait alone?

and in Sonja Arntzen's (superior) rendition:

Sorrow, sorrowing when one sleeps alone the time until night opens into day, how long it is perhaps you now know it too.

like DAMN Sonja. that hits DIFFERENT. but at the same time having decided to not commit to the 5-7-5-7-7 meter throughout because i'm too fucking lazy i wanted to keep the flow of the poetic exchanges less formalized and more conversational as they would have felt in real heians time, i wanted to compress the feeling Arntzen captured into something a little pithier like Seidensticker's version. (but less stupidly phrased. "how slow the dawn can be"? like my mans, surely "how slow the coming of the dawn" makes more fucking sense.) hence:

How long and chill the night when one must sleep alone—perhaps you understand it now!

and yes, i lost the "opening" imagery that plays on the barred gate, and yes, maybe i added in some meteorological allusions that weren't in the original, and no, i still don't speak any japanese and am just going on vibes, SORRY I KNOW THAT MAKES ME JUST LIKE ARTHUR WALEY WHICH IS DISGUSTING OF ME, but idk. all things considered, at the very least i think mine reads a leetle nicer than Ed's.

and additionally, here's a secret: i kinda fucked up my shinden-zukuri architecture in the first section frankly. there's no real reason why the lady of the house would be hanging out in the hisashi alone in the middle of the night while her ladies-in-waiting are asleep in the moya. i guess you could handwave it like "ohh she stayed up waiting for Kaneie ohhh she couldn't stay in the inner room with all those people ohh Desire was simply doing some fuckshit" but like. get real. be serious. why would she have a brazier out there? why would she call it "my rooms"? (i guess there's an argument to be made that by "my rooms" she's referring to her entire wing of the house but still.) she's practically NAKED hanging out out there fully dressed in multiple layers with the screen slightly cracked. UNACCEPTABLY whorish behavior.

fucking intolerable. i'm humiliated. this is worse than the poems not scanning in a language i have never studied and do not speak. Sonja Arntzen is en route to my house to visit unspeakable horrors upon my person at this very moment. and it's like noooo, Sonja, please, i'm not even a heians scholar, spare me and i'll help you hunt down Royall Tyler instead!! but she doesn't care. she just. doesn't. care.

#ask games #chatter #from what i understand it's pretty normal for all the academics in a given field to want to kill each other with weapons #(this user <- is not an academic) #but the difficult thing in english-language heian scholarship is there's like eight people in there tops #so i guess it's sort of the thing to do to just violently call out your academic colleagues in your published works #because like. come on. you're talking about a monograph about spirit possession as a device for female empowerment #OBVIOUSLY that's doris bargen. you look dumber if you try to gloss that. everyone knows you're talking about doris #which leads to some very funny moments in published works where the acknowledgements are like ''i'd like to thank paul schalow'' #and then the body of the work is like ''PAUL SCHALOW IF I EVER SEE YOUR MEDIOCRE SCHOLARSHIP AGAIN YOU WILL KNOW FEAR BEFORE THE END'' #anyway the tyler gengy is my favorite translation. and yes given the chance i would still kick royall tyler in the nuts #because i don't think he thinks women have brains #and that is the true spirit of heian scholarship babey!

[coolcattime]

Heyo its the usual anon again. Hopefully this actually sends this will be the 4th time I've tried.

In the last ask i didnt really have anything sonja related but that wasn't because i just left her out. Its more that i fizzled our of the story before i managed to get to her involvement in the story so while i think it would be amazing if the two ideas worked hand and hand the sonjaxcapsize beach was probably the best patch job that could be done for her to be present in the setting at all without being just a background npc.

As for tom joining in trying to manipulate jordan. It's based on things that actually happened in season 2 with the whole dianitess trying to tempt jordan to their side [tom was just awful at it first he accidentally revealed that steve was actually with dianite then he left dianite's book laying around (the one that said sparklez is easily tempted with gifts so they could use that to buy his affections and change him to their side) for sparklez to find]

Now onto the main idea i was going to make this ask about

Mianite s1 characters and their wings

Tom: has goose wings. Strong and mainly used for slapping people around. Though their white they dont quite look angelic and yes he does get into quite a bit of mischief with them. He was originally disappointed that his wings were... well not all cool and bat like but after dianite explained that the bigger stronger goose wings were great for slapping he never looked back.

Tucker: large angelic wings. They seem to shimmer slightly gold at the edges and when he flies there is sometimes a soft chime. When folded back they drag on the ground behind him. Tom sometimes tries to get him worked up when he comes around because when he paces back and forth he unintentionally dusts the floor. It seems like he's always preening his feathers and still drops tons when ever flying but he never seems to look any less fluffy [ps the are verry soft tom assures us]

Sonja: same as tuckers on the outside but the underside of the wings you can see the skin of the wings and they are clearly sickly looking with black viens traveling through them and they've lost they're golden luster. When she flies her the soft chimes instead take on a slightly creepy feel like something is wrong. She often wraps the wings around heraelf like a cloak. It seems

Champwan: had his wings taken away for unspeakable crimes.

Dec: also had his wings taken away for encouraging said unspeakable crimes

Waglington: seeing the mortals having fun with wings makes some of his own. They arent really wings they are 12 tentacles [6 on each side] that he stretches into the shape of wings and uses to mine the act of flying. It is horrifying and cool

Nadeshot: has bat wings granted by dianite. They sre sleek and small in comparison to most others wings on the server and prone to breaking when used to smack or block others. For a short while he they became pure black and able to cut through stone when he joined the shadows

Jordan: has two sets of wings one on his ankles and one on his back. When folded on his back his wings look small but when fully extended his wings are almost 5 times his actual height. His lower set of wings are about his full height. They are both dragonic but the bottom set of wings has an eerie blue to it. When he begins to flap his wings it usually kicks up a strong wind and was the quickest of the heroes to take to flying

It did indeed send (though my phone is kinda broken and not giving me notifs anymore so sorry if they took a while).

Honestly I think it's fine to just not have all the gang involved in a story if you can't come up with anything for them. Like if leaving Sonja in the background works better for the story, then that should be done to keep focus on who the story is actually about. Though I have loved stories where a secondary story happens in the background, like I just find them interesting.

So I didn't realise that Tom actually attempted to manipulate Jordan in Season 2, I guess cause he kind of sucked at it. I still think in the story I would see it as a pretty big dick move, but that doesn't mean it's out of character. I just think in the situation that Andor is dead and Jordan has been pretty much forced to take the throne, manipulating him from the shadows is a bit of a dick move, but like it's interesting so that doesn't really matter much.

For the main idea: I love giving characters wings, I think it's really fun!!

Goose wings definitely suit Tom, especially him at first being a little disappointed that they aren't steorotypical devil wings. I can definitely see him using them to control the room by pushing people into position as well as making himself generally bigger.

Tucker having glowing angel wings is just chefs kiss. Him having just these large fluffy wings that would be expected of Mianite's champion. I like the idea of him needing to figure out a fighting style around his wings since they aren't as strong Tom's, though they can tank a hit or two.

Oh I love the idea of Sonja's wings being corrupted. I think part of what you were writing here was maybe cut off, but I like the idea of when she flies something literally feels wrong.

Champ and Dec no longer having their wings due to crimes is both very funny and reminds me of fallen aasimar.

Oh my god Wag is alsolutely horrifying but also just so so fun. I can just imagine the looks of the others when they first see them and Wag just not understanding the problem.

Yes to Nade having bat wings! I especially love them being very weak but then getting stronger when he joins the Shadows. I can imagine a fight where he surprises someone by hitting them with his wings and they just have so much more punch than he was expecting.

Jordan's wings are so interesting, especially him having two pairs. I wonder if the others know about two pairs, or if he hides the pair on his ankles just by wearing shoes. I love the idea of him being very powerful with flight, since I think that Jordan would be very comfortable in the air.

Also you didn't put her, but I like the idea of Capsize having dragonfly wings. She keeps them hidden a lot of the time because they aren't strong enough to take knocks during combat. She can flight pretty well, though everyone's a little shocked when she reveals her wings for the first time.

#anon ask #mianite #tom syndicate #tucker iijeriichoii #sonja firefox #champwan #dec mianite #waglington #nadeshot #jordan captainsparklez #captain capsize

[voidandradiance]

mianite cast and their physical ailments:

jordan: tinnitus, from explosions and sensitive hearing. he's also got a bad knee, which was entirely avoidable if he had treated it properly and let it heal, but he didn't and now it's a problem. lots of untreated, repetitive minor injuries that have accumulated over the years and now are catching up to him. founding member of the Migraine Gang.

wag: scarring from various magical incidents and chemical burns, which means a lot of stiffness. Migraine Gang, but gets them worst of everyone.

tucker: blood magic was not great for his health. he has an iron deficiency, which means vertigo and freezing hands bc his circulation is fucked, as well as everything else that comes with repetitive blood loss. he also has extremely sensitive hearing, which is a recipe for a bad time in and of itself. Migraine Gang.

sonja: something adjacent to nerve problems, from working with pure magical essences and void materials and taint without a lot of protection. her hands shake and she sometimes loses feeling in her fingertips or forearms. she also gets dizzy spells and blurred vision from the same exposure. Migraine Gang.

tom: undead. lots of joint problems. really high pain tolerance, really low ability to tell when he's actually got an injury. low level pain All The Time. various extremities will also randomly go numb sometimes.

andor: chronic back and shoulder pain. phantom pain, too, which is extra weird for him because the angel ring gives him some sensation through the magical connection but not as much as flesh and blood. he's also got some occasional pain from an old ankle injury, but it doesn't flare up as often bc he rarely walks long distances.

spark: also has a bad knee, but on the opposite side from jordan, and he actually has a proper brace for it. he's got shoulder/arm pain from an old injury, too, not that anyone else knows about that one.

mot: asthma, from the creeper spore situation. he has some sight out of his bad eye, but it's not great. honorary member of the Migraine Gang for the vision problem headaches.

jeriah: back pain, and the same issues from blood magic as tucker. he's also got a bad shoulder, but that's because of the same source as the back pain, not an actual shoulder injury.

martha: a really high sensitivity to raw magic, and thus a reluctant part of the Migraine Gang. she absolutely has started to develop some joint issue(s) but is too proud to admit it.

#i havent put thought into the rest but here's most of em #these are the ones i take as canon at all times #they especially come thru in no country but they're always there #retirement home posting #also ianite has phantom pain of jordan's more severe things but that's a separate kettle of worms

[myyoungroyalsblog]

Liveblog of Gåsmamman season 6 (so spoilers, obviously)

Episode 1

Everyone needs to hug a cow every once in a while😔

Wow is that prison??

Omfg the kid in the car afahsghsgshs

Uhhh how can you just "check" the dark web?? Is it easy or what? Lmao

Fuck, the kids and the kids kids FUCK

Omg not the kid (I don't think she would ever harm the kid but uhhh trauma?? Jfc)

FUCK NINAAAAAAA

Fuck and now Linus

Jfc shit

Holy fuck

Oh god he's gonna find out now😭

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Am I dead?" OMG😭😭😭😭😭

Awwww the hug!!!!!!!

Also is he wearing a wedding ring??

Episode 2

Poor baby😭 "I wanna see mama" ahhhhhhh

Are they gonna put her in prison so that she kills Sonja?

Lol I thought that was Fabian for a sec

HOLY FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

What the hell? A fire?

Woah wtf is that even legal??? Jesus christ

Oh fucking new that guard was iffy

Of course they take the wrong person🙄

Who is this bitch?

Oh god she ain't gonna get to the apartment is she?

What the fuck hahahaha she escaped??

Yeah no people don't remember what the fuck you wrote on your CV lmao

Oh shit Emil might lose his job

None of those kids better get hurt or die istg

FUCKING KNEW IT AFSHSGSHDGHSGSGS I HAD A GUT FEELING EMIL WAS IN ON IT

Episode 3

Sonja you can't complain about an ankle monitor are you kidding me???

Omg Linus leaning on his mum my heart😭

Omg the snow is so beautiful!!!!!

Holy shit he was married (did that happen in s5 and I forgot? Lol)

But what if HE is the leak??? Ahhhhh

Hockey? Lmao

Oh that fucker GET HIM GUSTAV

Shit shit shit are they gonna follow him??

Holy FUCK

God poor girl

Vera shut the fuck up

Ohh the piano music is very nice

Oh fuck yeah Gustav is smart😌

Sooooo many secret🙄

Linus heard..... Is he gonna run away again?

Ohh family drama

Fucking knew he was gonna leave

Ohh Lukas helped him (I think?)

But like where the fuck is he gonna go? Can he even drive??

Oop Richard dead

Episode 4

Jfc another chase🙄

Fucking hellllll they know where they are

Preeeetty sure that wasn't Linus who took the photos Zac

I am scared for Linus here ahhhhhh

Oh shit it was, for the passports?

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK RUNNNNN

Fuck

Fucking Dante

Ahhh fuck yeah that was awesome lmao

Okay that was like a tranquilizer or smt right?

Episode 5

Of course the vest lol I forgot about that

Dramaaaaaaaa

I mean I understand Zac, Fredrik is in danger and the bad guys won't hesitate to hurt a child, but I also understand Nina wanting to help her mum

I hate it when my gut is right, that kid seemed in on all this shit (maybe he framed Richard???)

They made themselves a snack wtf afsjsgsh

Did Zac take Linus??

Vera asked for Linus??

FUCK OH YOU ARE SHITTING ME ZAC

Zac you fucking idiot you think they aren't going to hurt him???? Seriously??? FUCK

What the fuck are they making?

Ohhhh Zac I hate you so much right now

Oh

Fuck

Well

Shit

HOLY FUCKING SHIT FUCK

Fuck

And Fredrik????? Without a dad??? And Nina won't know FUCK

Episode 6

Oh wow she old

So I guess she does go to jail in the end?

Oh fuck yeah Gustav you smart son of a bitch

Fuck you Vera for hurting a fucking kid FUCK

I mean if you're gonna raid a place and save a kid better be discreet and not blare your fucking sirens at top volume what the fuck

Why did Dante talk and not shoot Vera? Hello????

SONJA KILL HER

Vera told Linus about Zac right?

Yeah Linus knows Zac's dead

Fuck

Is Winston Barry's son? Idk

Oh shit they are listening

OH SHIT

Jesus fucking christ

But as well Linus needs to say that Zac fucking kidnapped him, like that's why Sonja did what she did

Oh shit Linus called Gustav

Holy shit a bomb????

But they got them ig after YEARS

Awww the graveyard😟

Holy shit hell of a tattoo wow

Ohh Nina found someone

Okay so this is in the future

Did Linus get married??

UM

UM

UM

UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM

That is so fucking weird no adahsfshsgs

But awww cute bride!!!!

Now go shave that beard afshsgshdh

How many times has Nina changed her hair hahahahahha love the new look!!

Oh you are shitting me

The minute she is out...... WHAT THE FUCK

Oh

Wait

WHAT

OKAY I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AFSHSGDJDHDHDGSHSG WHAT

That was some twilight shit right there

I mean I think she's right

Hahahaha FINALLY THEY KISS LMAO

Oh wow

Okay then

Yeah that might have been the best thing for her kids

But like what the hell

👑

Well....... What a ride adahsgdhdgdh glad it didn't end with Linus's beard cause that thing is gonna haunt me in my nightmares afshshdjdh but maybe now the family can live "normally" idk

So many emotions right now I can't even think afajsgsjshd

#gåsmamman #anyone wanna talk about it?🥲 #fucking hell #mine

[leanstooneside]

A wink is as good as a nod, to a blind man (FOXACID)

◊ HAYDEN PANETTIERE'S NECK

◊ JESSICA BIEL'S CHEEK (ACUTE APPENDICITIS WITH LOCALIZED PERITONITIS)

◊ DAISY DE LA HOYA'S LOWER LEG (CORROSION OF THIRD DEGREE OF MULTIPLE SITES OF LEFT WRIST AND HAND)

◊ SONJA MORGAN'S NOSTRIL (RETINAL HEMORRHAGE, LEFT EYE)

◊ JAY Z'S FOREARM (ACUTE MASTOIDITIS WITHOUT COMPLICATIONS, UNSPECIFIED EAR)

◊ LUPITA NYONG'O'S EYELASH

◊ AMBER RILEY'S NECK

◊ JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT'S EYEBROW

◊ HEIDI KLUM'S NOSTRIL

◊ EVANGELINE LILLY'S LEG (MONOCULAR ESOTROPIA WITH OTHER NONCOMITANCIES, RIGHT EYE)

◊ ZOOEY DESCHANEL'S TONGUE

◊ ANNASOPHIA ROBB'S CHIN

◊ LARRY KING'S LOWER LEG (LACERATION OF OTHER MUSCLES, FASCIA AND TENDONS AT SHOULDER AND UPPER ARM LEVEL, LEFT ARM)

◊ CHRISTINA APPLEGATE'S FIST

◊ SCOTT SPEEDMAN'S CALF (CONTUSION OF LEFT BACK WALL OF THORAX)

◊ ADAM LEVINE'S CHIN

◊ ROBERT DOWNEY JR.'S UPPER ARM (UNSPECIFIED CORNEAL DEPOSIT, UNSPECIFIED EYE)

◊ SACHA BARON COHEN'S ELBOW

◊ CAM GIGANDET'S EAR

◊ KELLY OSBOURNE'S ARM

◊ GAVIN ROSSDALE'S UPPER ARM

◊ COURTNEY LOVE'S THIGH

◊ JANELLE MONAE'S CALF

◊ BRUCE WILLIS'S HAIR (ACUTE TONSILLITIS, UNSPECIFIED)

◊ LIEV SCHREIBER'S NOSE

◊ KARINA SMIRNOFF'S MOUTH

◊ RUSSELL CROWE'S ANKLE

◊ PATRICK DEMPSEY'S HEAD

◊ ZOE SALDANA'S FOREARM

◊ REBECCA GAYHEART'S KNEE (BENIGN NEOPLASM OF CONNECTIVE AND OTHER SOFT TISSUE OF LOWER LIMB, INCLUDING HIP)

◊ KIMORA LEE SIMMONS'S FOREHEAD

◊ JULIANNE HOUGH'S SHOULDER (LACERATION OF FLEXOR MUSCLE, FASCIA AND TENDON OF RIGHT INDEX FINGER AT FOREARM LEVEL)

◊ ZACHARY LEVI'S FOREARM

◊ MARCUS SCHENKENBERG'S TOE

◊ DENNIS RODMAN'S FOREHEAD (DISORDER OF CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM, UNSPECIFIED)

◊ JENNA ELFMAN'S TONGUE

◊ REGGIE BUSH'S TOE

◊ WILL SMITH'S WRIST

◊ DAKOTA FANNING'S BACK

◊ JERRY SEINFELD'S FOREARM

[afactaday]

#aFactADay2022

Week #13: ice skating

#451: in 1920, Theresa Weld was the only olympic figure skater to do jumps, and she was marked down because every time she did, her ankle-length skirt jumped up and her knees were in view, causing her to be marked down :o her knees?!?! how scandalous!! when Sonja Henie competed in the 1924 winter olympics at the age of 11, she could kinda get away with showing her knees (gasp!) and that started the whole jumpy thing, because other competitors had to jump to keep up :P

#afactaday #aFactADay2022 #fact of the day #fotd451 #this post was auto-posted by flanbot

[thefourthhexgirl]

Capri pants

Pants that are longer than shorts, but are not as long as trousers. Capri pants can be a generic term for any cropped slim pants, and also used as a specific term to refer to pants that end on the ankle bone. Capri pants were introduced by German fashion designer Sonja de Lennart in 1948, and were popularized by her and English couturier Bunny Roger. The name of the pants is derived from the isle of Capri, where they rose to popularity in the late 1950s and early 1960s. The actress Audrey Hepburn was among the first movie stars who wore capris, and the pants quickly became synonymous with her classic style.

#C #Germany #Central Europe #Europe #20th Century

[storiesabouthumanandthings]

Punk Rock Princess

Chapter 29

A week later, Misha announced at dinner. “I have studied all the medical records I could find and understand and I have a better idea of where to start.”

Sonja interrupted excitedly, “Where are we beginning?”

Misha continued, “Well first we need a secluded area to perform the act. To be honest, I am not sure how this will work still. I mostly use my power to shape metal, not people. Because of this, I am not sure how this will feel. From Olivia’s story, it might hurt but that may have been because she was already in pain. It would be best not to draw unneeded attention to this plan.”

Isabelle thought for a moment, “There is a guard station on the edge of town. It is rarely used. It was used during wartime but for the most part, it has been abandoned. Would that work?”

Misha juggled the idea in her mind, “That may work, not too far but should be secluded enough. Now how to get there without being noticed.”

Olivia raised her hand, “This is where I come in. I am used to disguising myself. I will dress up Sonja and Isabelle and sneak them out. Misha will borrow a horse and cart to take us to the station.” Misha nodded.

Isabelle spoke up, “Why can’t we just go normal? I have been into town many times. It isn’t a strange thing to see me or Sonja in town.”

Olivia pointed at her, “That may be true but you would normally have a guard with you. Even with a guard, for the queen to be out on the edge of town, late at night, would raise suspicions.”

Isabelle began to argue but realized there was no way she could leave without questions being raised. “So what is the plan then?”

On the evening, everything was set. Olivia pinched some clothes off a drying line during the week. Once the cart was procured, Misha stocked it with provisions to last a month, just in case. Isabelle learned that the station had been checked that week to insure there was no one squatting in it and it was still in good repair. During a dancing lesson day, Isabelle feigned a twisted ankle. She stated she was going to retire to her room. She ordered that any food be left by her door. On that evening Olivia dressed Sonja and Isabelle in a shirt and pants with a coat that had a large hood. Olivia dressed herself in her regular disguise and Misha walked out to the cart as normal. Upon leaving, one guard did stop to question them.

Misha answered, “Me and a couple boys from the tavern are going out for a hunt. Expect our return in a couple of days if the hunt goes well, a month at most.”

The guard made notes and let them go on their way.

Once they were out of the guards earshot, Isabelle spoke up, “Is it really this easy? To sneak out?”

Misha shushed her, “Please don’t speak until we are at the station but yes.”

Oli spoke with a deep voice, “As they see it, we are just another number on a list to be checked. They have more important things to check on then a group out on a hunt.”

Sonja whispered, “Why can she talk then?”

Misha shushed again, “Oli can speak because HE knows how to speak. Now enough talk from you two.”

The sun had set a bit before they arrived to the station. Sure enough, it was empty. There were cots but they weren’t in good condition.

“Might be sleeping on the floor,” Misha announced. Once the supplies were in, Misha and Olivia moved a table into the middle of the main room. “We will do it here. Isabelle and Olivia will stand guard at the door if you wish.”

Sonja thought and shook her head, “I need Isabelle here for emotional support and I need Olivia to determine if what I’m feeling is ok.”

Misha nodded and barred the door, “When you are ready, lie down. For tonight, we will focus on just hair removal. If this goes well, we will move on to the hard parts.”

Sonja nodded and laid down on the table. She squeezed Isabelle’s hand as Olivia watched from the other side and Misha stood over her head. Sonja nodded again to Misha and the process started. Misha’s hands began to glow and she placed them over Sonja’s face. Sonja tensed and squeezed Isabelle. Isabelle looked to Olivia for comfort.

Olivia placed a hand on Misha’s forearm to have Misha stop for a moment, “Are you okay? How does it feel?”

Sonja’s eyes watered but she kept laying down, “It feels like a soft ember. It stings pretty bad but I will survive. Please continue.”

Misha nodded and continued well into the night.

The following morning, they all woke up early like they normally would. After groans and yawns it was decided that breakfast might as well be eaten and then the rest of the day was to just rest and eat more.

Moments after they started breakfast Isabelle became curious and looked at Olivia. “So how did this start? With you sneaking out?”

Olivia blinked at the sudden question. She acted aloof and shrugged, “It just did. Misha understood me and it grew from there.”

Isabelle pushed, not happy with the answer, “But how? Why? Did no one question how a single woman suddenly had a child?”

Olivia shook her head, “No. I don’t know what Misha told the town but it was generally accepted that she adopted me. Most likely from the Rocker Village due to my purple eyes, from someone who couldn’t care for a child.”

Isabelle nodded. “That explains how your relationship works but why?”

Olivia shrugged, “That is more a question for Misha.”

A drowsy Misha spoke up, “You were just a child who needed help. Only a heartless monster wouldn’t have helped.”

Olivia gestured to Misha, “There is your answer.”

“But why were you there? Why weren’t you in the castle?”

Olivia stiffened, “I wasn’t wanted there. So I decided to leave. I thought I was spotted and hid in the forge as Misha was closing up. It was dark and I knocked something over. Then she found me.”

“Wait, wait. I need you to back up. You weren’t wanted? What do you mean you weren’t wanted?”

Olivia looked away and was quiet for a moment, “I guess it is something like with Sonja. I was wanted until I was born. Once I was born, they realized something was wrong with me. My parents never said anything but I knew they didn’t want me. I scared the staff. Everyone doted over my sister and ignored me. One day, I just realized I wasn’t wanted. So I walked out.”

“And no one stopped you?” Olivia didn’t answer. Isabelle hugged Olivia tight and began crying into Olivia. “I am sorry they made you feel that way. It was so wrong.”

Olivia just smiled awkwardly and patted Isabelle’s head, “It’s fine. I am used to it.”

Isabelle looked up to Olivia with angry tear stained eyes, “But you shouldn’t be. You just shouldn’t be used to being ignored.”

Olivia wiped away the tears, “I’m fine. It’s okay. Really. You made it better.”

Isabelle blinked confused, “What did I do?”

“You are the first person that I ever met, besides Misha, that knew I was cursed and still asked me to stay.”

With a yawn, Isabelle pulled Olivia closer, “You said you were worried of being banned from Bford kingdom. Should that ever happen, you could always stay with me.”

Olivia laid her head on top of Isabelle’s, “I know. Thank you.” Olivia was quick to fall asleep.

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#Punk Rock Princess #prp #wlw story #medieval

[turner-strait]

Let's go, lesbians!!

#currently waiting for surgery on my broken ankle #easter vaycay starting out great!! #(this is not an april fools thing btw i broke my ankle stepping out of the bus last night) #sonja's ankle

[boldlyanxious]

Dance like no one is watching

Masterlist

Master masterlist

Marinette was so tired.

Nino had begged her to be a dancer in his talent showcase. One of the dancers broke an ankle and he desperately needed a replacement. The talent scout had wanted to hear his music but demanded to have a show with it. He collaborated with a dancer he met in his choreography class to have a dance routine.

Marinette was already very busy making the costumes for all the dancers and a snazzy suit for Nino to wear. Luckily her work wasn't overly stressful right now. She was basically a glorified secretary to the secretary of the boss. She ended up with a lot of correspondence and maintaining the schedule to free up Sonja for more urgent concerns.

But her side business with designing stayed steady. She devoted a minimum or 2 evenings a week and usually most of a weekend day every week to keep up with commissions. That was before Nino got her to agree to making costumes. Now she was devotioning a couple hours every night just to finish on time but now he wanted her to also learn the rest of the dance steps.

"Come on Mari, you already know most of it because you wanted to 'feel how the material would flow'. I don't have time to train a new person from scratch." Nino begged.

"I'm really not a dancer. You need graceful not clumsy with a side of awkward." She said.

"This event could make or break me. It's my big shot. I know I'm asking a lot. But I need this."

"I can't be the one to mess it up for you."

"You don't need to be perfect. I just need a dancer in the spot moving with the others."

"Okay. I'll do it for you. But you owe me forever."

"I can live with that. If I make it big then I'm taking you with me."

It had been 3 grueling weeks. Marinette had spent every waking moment sewing or dancing. She had been sewing since lunch. She took the rest of the day off to finish the detailing on the last 2 costumes and had done Nino's final fitting. She was happy he loved it and wanted no changes. The showcase was in 2 days so she would dance all evening after work tomorrow and then sleep until she needed to be at the show fitting costumes before the performance.

Currently she was hanging onto her grocery cart trying to decide what she wanted to eat that would take no thought or energy to prepare. She probably was making poor choices and would regret everything but she didn't think she was fully conscious.

Shopping in her current state was probably not the best idea but it was something she could have managed and lived through.

Until the song started playing in the store.

She was rolling her cart along automatically. Her body was just following a pattern it was already familiar with. Unfortunately the pattern of dancing along to this particular song was even more automatic in her current state. She didn't realize she was dancing until she suddenly stopped.

No. She didn't stop. She was still moving. Something stopped her. Voices and laughs. And hands against her body pushing her confused form away from his chest. A person. She ran into a person and her voice was already talking. Not talking. But uttering. Definitely uttering sounds, not words.

Is mortification a shade? She wouldn't know because she couldn't see herself but they could see. They were trying not to laugh but mostly failing. Finally she could recognise the words he said.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Sorry I forgot to turn off my magnetic personality." He smiled down at her. His hand was still on her arm, waiting for her to regain the ability to support herself.

"I i-uh sorry." Marinette looked around trying to get her bearings. The song continued in the background and she was afraid to move her feet in case they decided to continue the dance. "I wasn't paying attention."

"It's fine. You didn't hurt me. Unless you run off without telling me how to find you again." One of the other men hit his arm at the comment while the other was telling him to stop talking. He ignored them both. "I'm Jason."

"Marinette." She said. She pulled back from him a bit and returned to her cart still blushing a lot.

"Beautiful. It's a nice name too." He said. "Do you have a phone number too?"

"Why do you want my number?"

"So I can see more of this dance."

She pushed her cart to the end of the aisle and turned back to him. One of the other men had a hand on him but he didn't look like he was planning on following her once she walked away. He looked a bit sad though. She paused and told him about the showcase that Saturday at 3pm.

"Maybe I'll see you there." She says before she walked away.

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#jasonette #maribat #meet cute #boldlyanxious

[bikiniarmorbattledamage]

@onebloodsoakedlion​​   submitted:

Red Sonja Redesign time!

(Don’t know who the original image belongs to, but here’s a link: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e1/56/a2/e156a2b24baea30029d0850418c00694.jpg)

I know I’m not the first to do this, but here’s a redesign of Red Sonja. Not just repairing her armour, but a complete overhaul.

I hit an artist’s block at first, because Red Sonja’s “armour” was SO messed up that I didn’t know where to start… but then I remembered that she was a “She-Devil with a sword”, so I decided to make her armour reflect that with intimidating red colours and bloodsoaked horns. 

I decided I’d start off by giving Sonja a horned helmet, because what is a She-Devil without horns? I squared out her face a bit, to make her look more like an actual barbarian instead of some kind of beauty model. I gave her a scarf to add to her intimidation/distraction factor, but with the hot climate I guess she probably doesn’t wear it all the time. The horned shoulderpads add even more to the intimidation and are an improvement compared to her original design. I just realised, while making this post, that I was unconsciously inspired by Rando’s gang in LISA: The Painful/Joyful

Here’s where I started getting inspiration from the Barbarian armour set from LoZ - Breath of the Wild. I gave Sonja an outwards-facing breastplate to squish in those big, possibly annoying boobs like a sports bra, whilst also protecting her heart and lungs. I gave her horned forearm guards to protect her forearms from the same attacks that caused her death in whatever issue it was… I forget… thoguh I left the gloves alone because they would be quite useful when combined with the arm guards. All of this is lined with an orange material to protect the skin from chafing or whatever, and said material is light and breathable, of course! I also changed Sonja’s very body shape, because wouldn’t fighting bad buys for years give you well-developed muscles instead of a skinny, frail body that the comics depict? I didn’t cover up the abdomen because I still wanted that barbarian theme to some extent, and besides, you now get to see her six-pack! 

The leg area was where the BoTW inspiration was most prominent. I gave Red Sonja a very similar fur covering on her legs as the aformentioned armour set. The shorts provide further protection from the elements and nasty male perverts. The belt, of course, sports crossbones to further the intimidation. Red Sonja now has decent-sized boots with spikes on the ankles, some of which are soaked in the blood of her enemies.

Honestly, I could’ve done better with this, not just design-wise but drawing-wise. I really suck at editing drawings with different artstyles to mine, because I have little experience in that field, but I’m pretty sure that someone can come along and polish this whole thing up. But I think my redesign makes a great starting point for something greater. 

Thing about Red Sonja’s famous scalemail bikini is that it’s so absurdly deadly AND uninspired that you just can not go wrong with a redesign. Throw a sweater on her, like we did with Applibot and Zenescope ladies, and she’d still be better off. 

And you went above and beyond that, @onebloodsoakedlion​​. Clearly, with the bare stomach and so many spikes you still went for stylization over realism, except now she’s drawn to look cool and intimidating, not like fap fodder. I especially like the horned helmed idea to invoke her She-Devil nickname. One thing I’d maybe propose rethinking is the color scheme. Orange on red worn by a redhead isn’t exactly flattering choice. I’d change one of them to brown and make sure the hues contrast one another better. 

Thank you for the submission! 

~Ozzie 

#submission #onebloodsoakedlion #redesign #redraw #Red Sonja #character design #costume design #barbarian #bikini armor #fanart #bikiniarmorbattledamage #bikini armor battle damage #BABD

[potatosoldier]

Are you still there? /Part 6/

I sat quietly in our barrack in Camp Shanks, New York City. It was so surreal that tomorrow we would be going to set our foot out from our home country. It made all of this so sickeningly real 

Skip who had just been laughing with Penk and Don, decided to plop next to me onto my bunk.

 “Ahh!”

And in the process bump me onto the floor. The shocked look on his face was too hilarious. “Sorry, sorry, fuck sorry Bambi”, he mutters as he scurries up and helps me once again to plop next to him.

I giggle softly and shake my head. “Don’t worry Skip”,I pat his head gently as he too chuckles. Then he turns more serious and makes it clear that he wants to have a more private conversation. We both turn so that we are on our sides facing each other, with our hands under our heads like sleeping children. Luckily being private wasn’t that hard in the noise the men were making. 

“you seemed pretty bummed about getting the pass to the city”, he starts softly. “I mean you don’t drink, and you usually spend the free time in the base anyway. I’m just curious to what was so special now?”, He finishes. I sigh. I could lie to him and make up a believable story about how I wanted to see the city before stepping out, or then I could be true to him the way he has always been to me. 

“I was going to spend time with my husband”, I whisper. His eyes widen at my confession. “He’s here?”, he whispers urgently. I nod, my heart racing so hard it feels like it’s on run to my mouth. I gulp and reach into my shirt where lies a ring on a chain with my cross. And on the ring there is a small engraving of my husbands name. 

I gently take the chain off and pass the ring to him. He takes a little time to inspect it and get his eyes work in the bad lighting. Then his eyes widen and mouth opens. I quickly jump up and slam my hand onto his mouth. 

“What the hell are you two doing?”, comes the voice of George Luz. I turn sharply and grab my ring away from Skip. “Talking”, I answer quickly. He just raises his brows and blows out some smoke. Then makes a face and nods. I turn back to Skip with a serious expression and mouth: “No ONE”

He just grins and smiles. “Not gonna have my Bambi thrown to the wolves”, he says tenderly and boops my nose. I breath out and smile back. It felt good to let it out. Skip was so dear to me, it always felt so wrong to keep lying to him. 

It also felt very odd to be sleeping with the men. I was now officially put into their barracks. Sink’s orders: “You’re familiar now, safe to start blending in.” And it was true, I felt more in touch with the men now. Even if Bill laughed at me because I was too scared to come down from the top bed of a bunk bed. Which lead to Bull gently lifting me down:

“There we go ma’am safely on the ground”

“Please, if I ever get a daughter, let them marry a gentleman with your manners”

I take a hold of Don’s watch and see it’s already 7.30. Shoot, I need to find Joe. “Joe!”, I shout and in my turn plop down onto his bed, like the true lady I am sitting with my posture perfect and ankles crossed. 

“Ye ready to go, Bambi?”, he asks and I nod. He slowly gets up and stretches his back. “Well off with us then”. And so he starts singing once again. A strangely pleasant and soothing sound.

I had asked Joe to escort me to the officers barracks tonight. I wanted to see Dick before we leave. If this was the last time I saw him, I didn’t want it to be just a brief tender moment. 

Once we made it to Dick’s barrack, he was already sitting on the steps with his garrison cap on and the dress greens too. I was still in my skirt, but the cap and the hobby jacket were long forgotten. 

“Thank you, Joe”, Dick nods to Joe as a dismissal. “My pleasure lieutenant”, Joe smiles and takes off. I turn to my husband with a tender grin. 

“I’ve missed you”, I whisper and put my hand on his abdomen. Just to soothe me that he’s actually there. 

“We’ve been together most of the day”; he chuckles. I shake my head still smiling. “Not like we used to be”, I whisper a little strained. His brows furrow as he brushes my hair behind me ear. He then sighs and cups my face kissing me longingly. 

His lips are always so, so warm and soft. The warmth and softness wasn’t the concrete feeling maybe, but it was the feeling that brushed my heart. I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face before he pulled back. My hands were still around his waist, and his now cupping my neck. 

“Don’t cry, darling, not right now”, he whispers and kisses my tears away gently. “We should probably go a little further, someone could walk here any minute”, he then adds. 

I nod and give him a small kiss onto his adam’s apple, before moving to grasp his arm. Moments like this reminded me so much of our first meeting, well first time we actually got the words out of our mouths. 

3rd of May 1936

It was an early morning as Sonja Savolainen was smiling and singing in front of a group of young girls who were singing along with her. They all had their hymnals and catechisms out and smiles on their faces.

Sonja was only 18 and now substituting her aunt as a Sunday school teacher. She was a young, timid girl with a sharp head on her shoulders. Teaching the small girls during the Sunday service was something she thrived on. She was always very lonely with the people her age, not really having the will to socialize, the courage chat and having a strange accent to go and to top that a strong interest in education and research, had quickly left her the odd one out. 

Her mother had always said that she is too curious for her own good, but Sonja never saw it as a flaw. She wanted to learn more about everything, and she dreamed of a husband who would support her and be ready to built a whole corner of the world just for them. 

She was as pure and proper as a young lady could be. She worked hard in her parents farm, she rarely cursed and tutored children. All in all, she was a kind human being. But with the standards she set for herself, she ended up being self-destructive. 

“Alright, alright, children. We can sing more next week, I will still be here. Ms. Miller will come back soon, I promise”, she grins. All the eight girls were so sweet, and such dedicated little things. There was this one girl Lena, who had hard time reading, but Sonja promised to tutor her on Friday nights while she still was in Lancaster. In a months time she would be going back to Ham Lake, Minnesota. 

Slowly the girls get picked up by their parents. Sonja getting numerous hugs from the children and thanks from grateful mothers and fathers. And bless Lena’s mother who had brought her a small piece of raisin bread as thanks for her teaching. 

Now only ones left in the room were Sonja and small six-year-old Ann Winters. “Ann, darling, isn’t your mother picking you up?”,Sonja asks softly and kneels next to the still brightly smiling girl. Ann cutely shows her teeth as she giggles. “No, Ms.Sonja. my big brother will come though, he’s probybly lost.” Sonja smiles and almost giggles at the way the girl pronounces probably. 

“Well we shall wait for him, I’ll stay with you until he finds his way. Maybe you can draw him a map for the next time?”,she chuckles. 

“ohh, It can be like a treasure map, ‘cept the treasure is me”, Ann giggles making Sonja’s heart warm with her adorable little idea. 

“What a sweet treasure you are”, she says and taps the little girls nose. Their chat is interrupted by a knock on the door. Sonja quickly rises and goes to open it. 

“Hello, you...m-must be Ann’s brother”, Sonja almost whispers the last part as she looks at the man before her. There stands a tall, red-headed man with the softest blue eyes. Sonja bites her lip, he was stunning. 

Richard almost as red as his hair, as he looks at the woman. He was never the most confident with girls and he hadn’t expected his sister’s Sunday school teacher to be a pretty young lady. 

“I-I am, ma’am. Richard Winters”, he says and offers his hand. Sonja takes it smiling softly “Sonja Savolainen, please come in”, she almost whispers again. His hand is so warm and big, in contrast to her own small and as her brother said it, delicate, but chubby hands. 

Ann almost screams as she sees Richard. Richard grins and helps his sister get dressed and takes her catechism for safety keeping. “Dick, imma make you a big big map, and you will find big big me!”, she giggles enthusiastically. Sonja’s heart pumps so fast as she looks at the man. He is so calm so soothing, at least from the five seconds she’s interacted with him. 

“Forgive me ma’am for keeping you waiting, is there anything I could help with?”, he asks as he takes Ann’s hand and tries to keep her from jumping to the roof. Sonja really can’t stop her heart from jumping like Ann. 

“oh, no no , Ann is a very well behaved girl. It was a pleasure”,she says and starts to gather her own things. “off you two go, I can manage”, she finishes. Richard smiles at her softly. His own heart beating so fast that he cannot get the words to of “thank you, truly” out from his mouth. 

“Goo’bye Ms.Sonja!” Ann says and waves. Richard smiles and offers his free hand to shake again. “Thank you ma’am, we-we will probably see each other again”, he gulps. Sonja bites her lip again and takes his hand. 

“Lets hope so”, she says and then blushes blood red. Why did she have to say that. My god, why did she have to be so forward. Richard takes one look at her warm chocolate eyes again, nods and then takes off with his little sister. 

The moment their eyes had met, their souls were bound. 

Present

I grin stupidly at the memory. We finally find a dark corner where we can sit and talk in peace. We take a seat on this big rock with our arms still wrapped together. 

“You alright?”, he whispers as he looks at my grin. I nod and cup his cheek with my free hand. “You seem to be awfully in your head tonight”, he then adds. 

“Just thinking of you”, I answer and giggle as he still after all this years manages to blush. “Do you think that the lot we were looking at could be free in a couple years?”, I suddenly ask. He shrugs.

“If we get enough money from here, we can start making an offer”, he says quietly. “But we still need some money to built the house, so we’d still have to live in the barn.” I can see the pain in his eyes as he says those words. 

I smile at him tenderly now stroking his brow and take his garrison cap off. “I don’t really care, the barracks are even more uncomfortable. And in the barn I’ll have you”, I try to soothe. He smiles a little strained as he seems too to be deep in thought. 

“I did carry you over that threshold”, he says. I give him a sound kiss. “yes, you did”, I grin. 

Then his face turns grim. “And next time I carried you we were both covered in your blood”, he swallows. My grin fades and the tears try to gather again. I shake my head and kiss him softly again. I leave my face so close to his that our noses are touching. “I’m still here, Richie, and no one is taking me away”, I whisper. He presses his forehead against mine strongly and closes his eyes. 

He then presses his lips to mine with urgency. He maneuvers me so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap, his hands firmly supporting my waist. I deepen the kiss and press as close to him as physically possible with our clothing on. His other hand goes to cup the back of my head as I tangle my hands into his fire red hair. 

It feels so good to kiss him, to feel his arms around me. But it’s torture, because I want him, I need him. And this was only stoking the already existing fire. 

 When he pulls away I can see his pained face. 

“I-I need you, but I can’t do this. Not like this”, he says his voice rough, his bedroom voice. I can feel him against me. It all makes me so needy that I almost feel ashamed. It would, if I didn’t love this man as a part of my soul. 

And that’s how we sit. For an hour and a half. Trying to calm ourselves, softly talking, kissing and praying. 

@iilovemusic12us​

#richard winters #richard winters x reader #dick winters x reader #dick winters #band of brothers #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers oc #band of brothers imagine #joe toye #skip muck #bull randleman

[dresslikeaprincess]

The Duchess of Cambridge’s pleated skirt → Worn on 20th and 22nd October

Where? The Duchess of Cambridge kicked off the week of pleated skirts during a visit to view some of the images from her Hold Still digital photography competition organised in collaboration with her patronage, the National Portrait Gallery. Two days later Queen Letizia then made an appearance to hand out prizes at the National Fashion Industry Awards, given annually by the Ministry of Industry. 

What they wore: Both Kate and Letizia opted for pleated skirts by Massimo Dutti. Kate opted for a very autumn appropriate colour scheme, choosing to pair her bold red coat with a black version of the skirt. Meanwhile Letizia went for a chic, neutral version of the same skirt - something she has worn before - as part of a monochromatic look. The skirt itself is ankle length and features classic pleats. 

Copycat: I’ve chosen two pleated skirts so that you can channel both of the fashion icons in this post without breaking the bank! First up for Kate, I’ve opted for a floaty chiffon midi skirt which is pleated like the Duchess’s and has an elasticated waist to make it more comfortable. It’s from Sonja Betro and is selling for a bargain £10.75 ($13.99) in a range of sizes here. Meanwhile for Letizia’s I’ve picked out another pleated midi skirt in beige from Monki. It’s a bit more expensive but I think it would make a great outfit for work and for a night out (if we have those in a post COVID world!) You can snap it up in several sizes for £26.50 ($34.55) here.

#kate middleton #duchess of cambridge #queen letizia #Spanish royal family #british royal family #fashion #style #steal her style #royals #royalty #royal fandom

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Headcanons: First Time part two

Willard: It was the same day he got the draft notice from the US Army. He had a sweetheart, but his momma raised him right and she was shy, so he always kept things respectful and wholesome enough to say it wasn’t sin, exactly. They came right up to the edge of sin, but they always stopped short. When he told her, sitting there in the cab of his pickup truck, she just nodded, her gaze seeming far away. She never said she didn’t want him to go. He wasn’t sure if that was because she didn’t feel that way about him, or if it felt too unpatriotic, like she would be betraying their country and the things he would soon fight for. “I’m leavin’ tomorrow,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to wait for me, or nothin’,” he added, reaching for a cigarette and thinking he should just drive her home. She placed her hand over his, stopping him. “Willard,” she breathed. She searched his face, her eyes shining with tears. The cicadas were buzzing in the moonlight. He tightened his jaw and closed his fingers around hers, squeezing her hand tight. “Don’t you worry about me,” he said. She caressed his cheek, then, and pressed those pretty lips, painted with Victory Red lipstick, against his mouth, kissing him with a barely restrained desire. “I want you,” she murmured, and Willard could hardly believe his luck. Later, when he was ankle deep in shit and piss and mud in the Solomon Islands, she sent him a Dear John letter sealed with the imprint of that same lipstick.

Merkel: It was after a particularly brutal police crackdown on student protesters in East Berlin. They hadn’t been involved in organizing the protest, but when they heard it passing through the streets. Merkel had pulled on his singular pair of blue jeans—his most prized possession since the government thought riveted pants were a sign of Western excess—and shrugged on a grungy leather jacket, climbing down the fire escape with Sonja and Lukas to go see what was going on. He was young and full of the kind of anger that makes one willing to flirt with danger. The protest swept through the street, and that’s when the Volkspolizei arrived, armed with batons and tear gas and water cannons. Lukas shouted something and disappeared in an instant, but Merkel and Sonja stayed back and watched the chaos unfold. One of the protesters reached the line of police and punched a stone-faced officer in the nose. That’s when they heard gunfire. Merkel grabbed Sonja’s wrist and took off running, bolting down the narrow alley between two buildings as the crowd erupted in panic. He heard shouting behind them. He wasn’t sure if it was the police or the protesters, but he didn’t turn around to find out. They reached a concrete wall at the end of the alley and Merkel boosted Sonja over it, jumping to catch the top of the wall with his hands and haul himself to the other side. They slipped into an abandoned building together and shut the door, both gasping for breath. There was a shout on the other side of the door, and Merkel clamped his hand over Sonja’s mouth to keep her quiet as theVolkspolizei ran past. They waited for what felt like an eternity, listening to nothing but the thrumming of their heartbeats and their short, hitched gasps for breath in the musty warehouse. When it went quiet outside, Merkel finally removed his hand and fell backward against the wall, brushing his hair out of his face. Sonja looked at him in a strange way. “What?” he asked, furrowing his brows. Her cheeks were flushed, he thought, from running. “That was so hot,” she said. Merkel scoffed and shook his head, but he couldn’t deny that there was something electric in his blood that hadn’t been there before. She was biting her tongue between her teeth, still staring at him. He pulled her against him and gave her a bruising kiss, muttering, “You’re fucking crazy.”

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #merkel #willard #willard russell #headcanons #sorry these are so stinkin long #but enjoy lil punk merkel #with his lil denim pants #Merkel drabble