Jan 15
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guys I'm losing my mind is it spelled siezed or seized
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I'm not the biggest fan of copious amounts of fringe on 1920s-or-flapper-inspired outfits. From my light research, creative layering, draping, and beadwork seems to be more common in photos and fashion illustrations of the time. I also think that flapper dresses made today (usually for costumes or fancy dress parties) aren't that pretty, they tend to be just layer upon layer of single-colour fringe.
HOWEVER
I don't know what it is about those dresses, but they actually like. work. and look good. how???
“That’s dumb-ocracy.”
*inhales*
So I get that clothes especially lingerie on robots is just kind of. The kind of self-indulgent happyplace thing you do b/c you wanna draw your faves comfortable and one way to make them comfortable is to dress them up in Markers Of Comfort and all that
but all I can think, any time I see any TF character wearing anything human-cloth shaped
is that if they have to transform, that garment will either make it impossible or be immediately ruined.
Melting Gelid Roses but the plot goes too in depth to each character and it gets really dark and has too much expression put into the story as if the writer is having an external crisis right now and you think to yourself while reading this at 2am about your own existence
Ha…haha….hahahahaha…ahahahahahaha…AHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAAAA!
…That’s a real thing, you know. If you think it’s too dark and expressive now, just wait. I’ve had the external crises to fuel this for a loooonnnng time.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s nearing 2 am my time, so I have existential crises to dwell upon before crashing and forcing myself up in the morning.
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So actually! I am da boi
reading the Letterboxd reviews of Rope, the 1948 Alfred Hitchcock movie is one of my stress relievers.
What toxic and unhealthy Jace fic are you writing?
I don’t want to spoil it fully since it’s coming out in the next day or so BUT it’s very much centered around the anger and denial stages of grief 👀
“Baela's hand touches him, soft against his cheek, the line of her arm a faint line in the night, stretching back to the pale ghost of her nightshift, the weak, coppery light catching on the spiral of her curls. He turns into her touch, falls into her, his mouth at the crook of her neck, breathing in the familiar smell of her. When it's over, he clings to her, pressing kisses to the back of her shoulder as if that will keep her there in the darkness. A fruitless thing, he knows, they are creatures of routine and comfort. His stubborn blood will not let her go gently, will not set them free from the cage they've made for themselves.”