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RIP Alex Jones who popped like a balloon in his car.
To all the haters who say he's actually still alive, I got my news from a reputable source:
literally announced on infowars. infowars made by alex jones. this is reputable due to the creator being the subject of it. farewell alex jones
RIP Alex Jones
bad news, my book has only 1 review.
good news is, the rating is great lol
anyway now's your chance to buy a book with zero ratings under 4 stars, because I'm that good
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Chapter 34 of Season of Blossoms is up!
You can start reading (for free) here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/105203021
In the nation of Tithly, it is custom that those of marriageable age travel to the city of Philsia for the yearly Season of Blossomsâ four summer months of parties meant to provide its participants the opportunity to find their next spouse. This year will be the first year that all three siblings of the Tsylgahra family attend: Mithleem, Anli, and Lisanth.
Mithleem has been to the city of Philsia for the Season beforeâ eight years ago, when he met his wife and mother of his two children. However, two years after her tragic death, Mithleem has decided that heâs ready to start his search for someone new. As a successful doctor, runespeaker, and war hero, heâs generated a stellar reputation among his peers, so heâs a hot commodity at parties, including one thrown by Tithlyâs most renowned painter. Itâs here that Mithleem is called to the bedside of the painterâs equally famous spouse, Ysaika Talorilau. They have thrown themselves off a balcony. Through healing them, Mithleem learns of a ârotting runeâ that is threatening their life, and it may take someone of Mithleemâs skill to save themâ in more ways than one.
Anliâs been to Philsia three times already for the Season, but she hasnât had much luck. Unlike her older brother, sheâs never been a person of much interest to the social climbers of Philsia society. However, this time sheâs managed to find two men with promise, and sheâs eager to find her future husband. Through every high and low of this journey, her familyâs new valet and bodyguard Thyla Daschanhildi remains a constantâloyal, kind, attentive. Itâs enough to make Anli wonder if her options are broader than she thought. Â
As the youngest Tsylgahra and the âwild childâ, Lisanth has no interest in marriage. Lisanth is far more interested in racing horses, starting squabbles in the local tavern, and worrying his parents on the nights he doesnât come home. However, he knows he canât put off Philsia forever, and at the insistence of his mother, Lisanth grudgingly makes the journey with his siblings to the City in the Sky. After winning a horse race and exploring the darker corners of Philsia,, heâs approached by a stranger who wields charm with just a hint of danger. Only later does Lisanth come to realize that the stranger is in fact a princeâ Prince Jafkar Aânesh to be exact. And when Lisanth gets entangled in a conspiracy difficult to extract himself from, itâs always helpful to have a prince on your side.
Three siblings, three tails of mischief, drama, and budding romanceâ all to be expected in the Season of Blossoms.
Rating:Â 18+ Contains: mxm, mxnb, and fxf romance, very slow burn, sex, idiocy, and tomfoolery Content Warnings:Â Spouse death (only mentioned), spousal abuse (emotional, on-page), suicide (only mentioned), mildly dubious consent (on-page, not with any main pairings), brief sexual assault (on-page, not with any main pairings)
EXCERPT:
           âWas it okay?â Anli had to ask. âI know there are some⌠complexities to our relationship, considering who I am and who you are, and I certainly donât want to take advantage or make you feel like you must do as I say, because thatâs not how I see things and you mustnâtââ
           âAnli,â Thyla interrupted, voice still groggy and fried. âItâs one in the morning.â
           âIs it? Oh. Right. You get up very early, donât you? I shouldnât haveâIâm sorry, I can leaveââ
           âNo, stay.â Thyla released Anli and scooted back onto the bed, patting the space beside her. âNot much room in this bed but we can make it work.â
           Anli felt her face grow hot, and she wasnât sure how to ask what Thyla had in mind so in the end she just nodded and sat down onto the bed next to Thyla. The mattress was soft enough that Thylaâs weight created such a dip so as to force Anliâs hip against hers. Anli tried to put distance between them out of courtesy and habit, but then Thyla twisted, lifting a folded leg up and grabbing Anli behind the neck to pull her into a kiss.
           Funny how little it took to make Anliâs mind quiet for a few seconds. Anli hummed with satisfaction, and she felt Thylaâs mouth smile against hers. Her thumbs pushed up under Anliâs ear lobes before she pulled back a few inches.
           âI had a dream about you,â Thyla murmured, pressing a kiss to Anliâs cheek, then lower to her jaw. âI donât remember what it was about though.â
           âI hope I didnât lose all my teeth,â Anli replied, voice strained as she shuddered. âI hate those.â
           Thyla chuckled against her skin, then dropped an array of kisses down Anliâs neck. Anli felt her body curl into itself, tight with pent-up energy she had no clue what to do with. She resisted the urge to talk because talking was always how she relieved anxiety. She didnât think Thyla wanted to talk. But she also had no clue what to do with her face or hands, so she just touched whatever was closest, that being one of Thylaâs curved ivory horns, then strands of her silky light purple hair that was shaggy on top and shaved close to the skin at her nape.
           Thyla lifted her head, her face hovering inches over Anliâs. âIs this all okay with you?â
           âI should think so,â Anli replied with a scoff. âIâd surely say so if I wasnât. I am very opinionated, as you know.â
Les Modes : revue mensuelle illustrÊe des arts dÊcoratifs appliquÊs à la femme, no. 4, avril 1901, Paris. Mlle Gilda Darthy. ClichÊ Boyer. Robe de Ville. Modèle Laferrière. ClichÊ Reutlinger. Bibliothèque nationale de France
People will point to past photos and say "see, women tight-laced their corsets, look at their waists" without realizing that both of these photos have been doctored. They could, in fact, doctor photos before the invention of Photoshop. These women were made to look thinner than they were.

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Boning and bodice-making in the late 19th century
I have several pet peeves about historical costuming. While I try not to get too annoying about it (cough stop calling the straight front corset an "S bend" cough), it's time to get on my soapbox about boning.
My credentials: I am a published dress historian specializing in 19th-century Western womenswear. I have handled and studied hundreds of bodices of varying qualities, from Maison Worth couture right down to cheap, home-made clothing. I have also made these things myself and understand how technique affects results.
There is a tendency when sewing bodices to bone every single vertical seam, as it keeps them taut and reduces wrinkling.
But it's a massive fucking drag and sometimes you still get wrinkling! (And, if you're using steel boning, it weighs a ton.) So, consider going without.
--Hey, what??
Yes. Here is an interior shot of a c. 1897 bodice that has boning in every seam. Theoretically, the standard to which we aspire--right?
This used to be in my collection (KL 24.26) and the pattern is available here. It has since passed into new hands.
There are fifteen bones in that bodice. You can tell the maker wanted it to go as fast as possible, so they used a catch/cross-stitch to whack it all on.
My soapbox message today is that actually, proper fitting is FAR more important than boning every single one of your goddamn seams. Also, no boning is accurate too. See exhibit B:
This is a c. 1890 bodice. There are zero bones in it.
This is still in my collection; KL 26.5. Haven't contemplated patterning it yet.
Boning is, to some extent, a practical consideration (see above note about tautness). Equally, it is a mark of quality, expense, and time period. What do I mean by this?
Quality and expense: Bodices by better dressmakers, who charged higher prices, tend to have finishings that go above and beyond and represent a serious labor commitment. These two bodices are a good comparison for that; you can see that the blue one (which is silk, by the by) has the seam allowances pinked (the zig-zagged edges) while the tan one's raw edges were fully bound (a royal pain in the ass and major time sink, but looks fantastic). Equally, you'll sometimes see very nice, expensive bodices lined in china silk, while the cheap ones get lined in cotton.
You don't really need a silk lining or bound edges for something to be functional or even beautiful. The pinking did the "preventing fraying" job just fine. Equally, adding boning can sometimes cover up a bad fit job. Throughout the period, some bodices do not have any boning; some have partial boning, and some are fully-boned, and the correlation is very much [more expensive] đ¤ [more boning].
Time period: Boning is temporal--meaning that amounts increase as the century progresses. I have found that even by the 1880s, it is somewhat rare to find fully-boned bodices anywhere outside of couture establishments. Before that period, it's almost unheard of. But in the 1890s, you start to see a lot more boning at all levels of making! This might be a result of increasing availability (of boning in dry-goods and department stores; of pre-cased boning; and of different, cheaper varieties of boning) and also of changing sewing culture, with sewing books and magazines telling the reader to add boning to every seam.
Up through the 1830s, it's rare to see any boning.
From the 1840s-70s, the general rhythm is to bone the main pair of darts; sometimes both sets; sometimes sides; sometimes center backs. Usually not everything at once, and often the bones are quite short and just target the waist area. I *frequently* see bodices with no boning even in the 1870s, especially day bodices, and it's also common to just see 2-4 bones total, maybe 6 if they were really fierce about it.
With the long cuirass basques of the 1880s, boning helps to get around the wrinkling that comes with bad fitting and big hip spring from small waistlines. The 1890s took that and ran with it, and bodices in the 1900s are frankly over-engineered in every way, so of course they have it too.
Anyway, all this is to say that you don't have to go hard about boning bodices. Bone the closures if it's a lace-up situation, certainly, and boning can help if you don't have the skills to fit something perfectly. But in the long run, perfecting your fitting work (and wearing the right corset) will mostly obviate any need for boning.
See:
"Whalebones may be used, if desired, in all the seams, except the curved seams in the back, where they should never be placed, though some dressmakers put them in every seam. If a dress is properly fitted, and worn over a well-fitting corset, whalebones are not really needed in any seam." S. T. Allen, "Dressmaking at Home," The Woman's Book, vol. 1 (NY: Scribner, 1894), 256.
This post is directed at a dear friend of mine who likes to judge me when my makes don't have any boning in them.
See below: there is no boning in this bodice. The fitting was decent enough that it just didn't need it!
Bodice pattern is @mimicofmodes' Peacock Bodice, which is taken from an original (though I do believe the OG has some boning, lol). A very fun make from 2020. :)
Happy belated pride month from your local asexual, who can see the glory of less boning in the world. ;)
apparently I have reached the opposite of my target audience, which is very funny! hello and welcome!
Most bodices in the Victorian period did use some amount of boning. Here's an evening bodice from the late 1860s (remade from an 1840s dress!).
At present it has two bones, which are installed right next to the lacing holes at center back in order to mitigate pulling/gapping. At some point in its life, it was also blessed with boning along the princess seams at front (peep the bone channels), which would probably have been meant to mitigate wrinkling at the waist AND to stiffen those long points at the front of the bodice. Those bones were no longer present when this passed into my hands, so it seems likely that the wearer decided the point stiffness actually looked worse than them draping more softly. Or maybe they were harvested for a different bodice. Who knows.
This is very typical of the mid-century. :)
Chapter 6 is up on Patreon!
Mikayel Simonian was a fledgling vampire once, though he doesnât remember how he was turned. What he does remember is waking up in the year of 1986 to a group of magical misfits with the ability to cure vampirismâwith exceptions, of course. Their history as fledglings themselves combined with the power of their magic enables them to do what no normal human can: hunt vampires. Over forty years, Mikayel has brought an end to more fledglings than he can count, and even a few full-fledged vampires. Heâs seen most things. What heâs never seen before is a vampire deliberately seeking his coven out with a new fledgling in tow to beg them for a cure. Because a cure for the fledgling would mean turning her into a vampire hunter. But this handsome and unusually principled vampire named Erich KrĂźger seems insistent, so Mikayel and his team agree to try.
People have started dying on Mikayelâs home turf, and new fledglings are the cause. Whoever is controlling them is wily and secretive, and neither Mikayel nor his fellow hunters can track the fledglings down once they vanish into the night. It may require the help of a foe. Erich claims to know the vampire villain and has insight into what he has planned. But no one has ever teamed up with another vampire to hunt a vampireâMikayel may be the only one crazy and desperate enough to try.Â
Contains:Â mxm with some light fxm, blood (obvs lol), gore, murder, sex scenes, slow burn romance, some nazi shit (bigotry, homophobic slurs, etc)
Genre: Horror/romance/thriller
Rating: 18+
EXCERPT:
        Erich pursed his lips like he wanted to argue but didnât. âIâm sorry I wasnât able to help more.â
           âNo, youâre not.â
           âIâd prefer we not part like this.â
           âYeah, well!â Mikayel tossed up his hands. âIf you didnât want it to end like this, maybe you shouldnât have kidnapped one of our covenâs protĂŠgĂŠs.â
           âIt was not kidnapping. She came willingly. She suggested it. All I wanted was to talk to her.â
           âAs if thatâs somehow better.â Mikayel gave a vigorous shake of his head. âIâm not going over it again. Whatâs done is done. I was already breaking a thousand rules by associating with you. Consider this as me seeing the error for my ways.â
           âIt just seems youâre taking it very personally.â
           âGee why would I take you lying to me personally? Mystery of the century.â
           Erich stared at him for an unnerving length of time, as he was wont to do. Mikayel hated it when he did that, because it made Mikayel feel like a 12-year-old withering under his fatherâs disappointed glare.
           âIâm sorry,â Erich said after a long silence.
           Mikayel hunched his shoulders, staring off into the darkness over Erichâs shoulder. He didnât want to say anything else because heâd only make it more obvious how personally he was taking this. âYou could have just⌠asked me. You could have convinced me to let you see her. But you didnât ask. You just lied. Youâre so used to getting your own way. If you could mind control me, would you?â
           âI donât think thereâs anything I can say that will make you feel any better about this.â
MY BOOK IS OUT!
Hello everybody! My book, The Only Seconds that Matter, is out today! I have a ton of writing experience despite having very few actual published works (writing is fun! Publishing is not!), so it'd mean the world to me if you checked out my novel if you're interested in any of the following:
An ex-professional bronc rider (bisexual) + horse trainer (gay and trans)
Strong hurt/comfort vibes
A story about surviving trauma and addiction while dealing with toxic patriarchal expectations
Friends to lovers
Goofy southern good ole boy x quiet and reserved type
Adult characters who act like adults (well, except Johnny lol)
The tribulations of being out in a very conservative small town in Oklahoma
Horses as written by someone with nearly 30 years of riding experience
"I will love you no matter how hard you make it"
Semi-adoption of a 10-year-old
For a list of content warnings, check out my website (they will be spoilery). I will say that while transphobia and homophobia are understood as present in society, there are no on-screen incidents of this beyond general cluelessness. It's meant to be an uplifting novel!
You can purchase via Amazon or Kobo.
Below is the summary. My website also has art, if you're interested in seeing what the characters look like.
Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victorâs been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and heâs ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he canât fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anythingâ Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.
Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victorâs opposite. However, as Victor starts providing lessons to Johnnyâs horse-loving niece, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnnyâs life until thereâs no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but thereâs more to him than heâll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if thereâs anything Johnnyâs taught him, itâs how to stay in the saddle.
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it started out green, btw. that's how dirty it was.
her health bar is enormous

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MY BOOK IS OUT!
Hello everybody! My book, The Only Seconds that Matter, is out today! I have a ton of writing experience despite having very few actual published works (writing is fun! Publishing is not!), so it'd mean the world to me if you checked out my novel if you're interested in any of the following:
An ex-professional bronc rider (bisexual) + horse trainer (gay and trans)
Strong hurt/comfort vibes
A story about surviving trauma and addiction while dealing with toxic patriarchal expectations
Friends to lovers
Goofy southern good ole boy x quiet and reserved type
Adult characters who act like adults (well, except Johnny lol)
The tribulations of being out in a very conservative small town in Oklahoma
Horses as written by someone with nearly 30 years of riding experience
"I will love you no matter how hard you make it"
Semi-adoption of a 10-year-old
For a list of content warnings, check out my website (they will be spoilery). I will say that while transphobia and homophobia are understood as present in society, there are no on-screen incidents of this beyond general cluelessness. It's meant to be an uplifting novel!
You can purchase via Amazon or Kobo.
Below is the summary. My website also has art, if you're interested in seeing what the characters look like.
Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victorâs been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and heâs ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he canât fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anythingâ Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.
Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victorâs opposite. However, as Victor starts providing lessons to Johnnyâs horse-loving niece, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnnyâs life until thereâs no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but thereâs more to him than heâll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if thereâs anything Johnnyâs taught him, itâs how to stay in the saddle.
Gold Silk Damask Dress
c. 1844
National Museum of Australia
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evening dress, 1894, Stern Bros.
This evening dress contains the label Stern Bros., which was a department store in New York. This dress is very typical of the mid 1890s with gigot or leg-of-mutton sleeves
This dress is from: the V&A East Storehouse

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Daddy Long-Legs: unlike spiders, these arachnids can eat solid food, and they have an omnivorous diet that includes mushrooms, berries, and seeds, along with invertebrate prey
Harvestmen, otherwise known as daddy long-legs (not to be confused with the cellar spiders of family Pholcidae, which are also described as daddy long-legs) bear a striking resemblance to spiders, but they actually belong to a separate order of arachnids known as Opiliones. These strange-looking creatures have eight legs, but only two eyes, and their body segments are largely fused together, giving the body a noticeably rounded, pill-like appearance.
Above: Metagryne bicolumnata, commonly known as the bunny harvestman
There are roughly 6,700 known species of harvestman, but researchers estimate that a total of more than 10,000 species may currently exist. Their physical features vary greatly from one species to the next; some harvestmen have crab-like claws, spikes, thorny legs, elongated bodies, colorful features, or cryptic markings. Most of them are equipped with long, spindly legs, but there are some that have shorter, stockier limbs instead.
Above: three different species of harvestman
Unlike spiders, harvestmen have an omnivorous diet that includes fungi, fruit pulp, seeds, pollen, lichen, algae, and invertebrate prey, and they are capable of consuming solid food, whereas spiders are typically carnivorous and feed only on fluids.
Above: a harvestman from genus Chasenella munching on a mushroom-cap
As this article explains:
Harvestmen consume mushrooms, fruit pulp, seeds, and seed appendages more frequently than spiders probably because they are âsolid food feeders," which means they can ingest solid tissues by biting off small pieces. In turn, spiders are âfluid feedersâ and feed on vegetable matter most frequently in the form of fluids (e.g. nectar, stigmatic exudate, plant sap, and honey dew) rather than fungal or plant tissues.
Above: genus Marthana
When given a choice between fresh fruit or invertebrate prey, some harvestmen actually prefer the fruit:
Schaus et al. carried out a feeding trial in which the Neotropical harvestman Erginulus clavotibialis was given a choice between fresh pineapple and live invertebrate prey. This harvestman demonstrated a distinct preference for fruit over the invertebrate prey.
Above: Dentobunus quadridentatus
Harvestmen are also much more social than spiders, and the males of some species have been known to engage in paternal care, which is a trait that rarely occurs among arthropods:
Single fatherhood is the rarest form of parental care in nature. Still, males are often the sole caretakers of progeny among a number of species of daddy long-legs, also known as harvestmen. In these species, fathers are exclusively responsible for guarding eggs that females lay on the undersides of leaves; the males remain on the eggs nearly constantly for months.
Above: several harvestman eggs and a young hatchling
When threatened, harvestmen often bob up and down erratically in an effort to confuse their attackers. They also have several other defense mechanisms, including pungent, foul-tasting secretions, the ability to "play dead," and autotomy, which is the ability to discard one or more of their own limbs in order to escape from predators.
Above: the photo at the top shows an unidentified harvestman from family Cosmetidae, while the photo on the bottom shows a species from genus Gnomulus
Harvestmen are completely harmless to humans. Their fangs are far too small to penetrate human skin, and contrary to popular belief, they do not have the "world's deadliest venom" -- in fact, they don't produce any venom at all.
Above: genus Obidosus
Sources & More Info:
BioOne: Fungus and Fruit Consumption by Harvestmen and Spiders: the Vegetarian Side of Two Predominantly Predaceous Arachnid Groups
iNaturalist: Harvestmen
Argo Biology: Citizen Science Reveals How Devoted Harvestman Dads Evolved Again and Again
NBC: Daddy Long-Legs Paternal Care Pays off in Longer Life, More Sex
Gulo in Nature: Are Daddy Long-Legs Venemous?
Laboratory of Arthropod Behavior and Evolution: Harvestmen