#BedSocks

[celestialprincesse]

🎤♡

Luck Be a Lady closes out the night for you with cheers and claps and whistles from patrons who think that your performance is something special, uniquely for them, like it's not something you do every night (except Tuesdays) without fail. Same songs, same accompaniments, just different faces in the crowd. All but one. Although, technically John isn't in the crowd amongst his skeezy patrons, he's holed away up in a VIP booth which no one can access apart from him, listening to you sing over a bourbon from a bottle that probably cost more than your rent.

Tonight has been a more tiring one. You can already feel your throat getting tickly and sinuses getting blocked, no doubt a nasty cold coming in. The constantly changing sleep schedule and cold winter banished to he outside of the oddly cosy casino probably don't help matters, either. Upon slipping backstage, you can't help but yearn for a hoodie and some sweats, maybe some fuzzy bedsocks and a pint of ice cream to top it all off, but no luck when the stage manager gives you a quiet "Boss wants to see you."

"John." You acknowledge upon walking into his lavish office, all dark stained wood and buttery leather, plopping yourself down on the chair opposite his own - and regretting it instantly at the way it only increases your desperation to curl up and sleep somewhere warm tenfold. "Bird." Your boss coos back, already taking the initiative to flick on the kettle for you, make you something comforting. "Chamomile or green?" "Chamomile, please." You hum in response, letting your chin rest in the crook of your palm as you weakly attempt to stifle a yawn.

You nurse the sturdy mug between your palms when it's handed to you, revelling in the peace and quiet of Johns office, far from prying eyes and too loud noise, all whilst he pours himself another bourbon and settles in his own high backed office chair.

"You sang beautifully tonight." Johns voice is a low rumble that settles in your bones and warms you from the inside out. "You sing beautifully every night, but tonight you sounded especially lovely."

"Thank you, sir." The mug of tea is warm in your hands as you curl a little further in on yourself, letting your lashes flutter shut against your cheeks for just a blissful moment. "John." He corrects with an almost encouraging sternness which has a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, John."

"You mentioned changing the setlist last week." The nonchalant observation of your boss has your eyes opening, meeting his eyes so blue that you'd happily drown in them. "Don't look so nervous, Bird. You're the singer, I trust your judgement. Tell me more."

"I just think that - we tend to get repeat customers, right? The regulars who come most nights." John gives an encouraging nod, inviting you to continue as he takes a sip of the golden liquor swirling in his crystal glass. "We do the same setlist almost every night, and I just thought that maybe it'd be a good idea to switch it up from time to time - keep things fresh, keep the customers coming in."

"I'm listening."

"Obviously we keep in some of the classics - the signatures; Luck Be a Lady, Art Deco, Summertime. But maybe we could also do some other stuff too?"

"Like?"

At that you give a little noncommittal shrug, taking a sip of your own drink, inhaling the deliciously fragrant steam. It only lulls you deeper into your tiredness, your longing for a hot bath and the comfort of your bed.

"Fleetwood Mac, Nina Simone, Duran Duran. Stuff that people are familiar with, y'know?" "You've spoken with the band about this?" "Mhm." "Write me up a setlist and I'll sort it."

John gives you an affectionate smile as he withdraws a cigar from the leather case on his desk, a lighter appearing between his fingers not a second later.

"You mind, Bird?" "S' no bother." "You take the underground home, that right?" "Yes, Sir." "John, Bird."

You huff out a quiet little laugh at his insistence, but give him a slow, understanding nod as you sip away at your tea, letting it soothe the irritation in your throat and warm your bones.

"I'll have a car take you home." "Sorry?"

Your obvious confusion has a smirk pulling at the corners of Johns mouth, the sides of his eyes crinkling at the sides. His hand finds yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, affectionate.

"You're cold and it's snowing out. I won't have my Songbird getting sick. What kind of a man would that make me, hm?" "I have a coat - I can always take a cab." "Or you could just let me look after you."

After a few minutes of contemplation, weighing up the thought of walking the half hour to the tube station in shoes very much not made for this weather, or giving in and letting your very attractive employer get you home safe, you give a little nod, a tired, grateful smile angled his way. Wordlessly, John leans back in his imposing chair, legs opening slightly, one hand keeping his cigar between his teeth whilst the other pats the top of his thigh in a silent invitation. It's a tactical choice on his part, a gesture which you can easily ignore, or take him up on.

The sound of your shoes tapping across the floor hits you before your actions do, and yet you can't help but sag into the warmth of his lap, curl into the hand he places so carefully on your cheekbone like a contented cat. John replaces his cigar on the pretty glass ashtray in order to pick up his bourbon, raising it to your parted lips, tipping it gently back, letting the honey coloured alcohol warm your tongue.

"My grandma used to say that Whiskey cured colds." He hums, running his fingers through your hair with gentle reverence, happy to see you relax into the comfort he's wanted to provide you with for so long.

"People also used to say that lead made for good foundation." You quip back affectionately, yawning as you lean back into his touch, letting your head rest on his suited shoulder.

"Very funny, Bird."

[red-ibis-red]

Once I skulked wistfully through dim streets, aching after this unknown, hoping to pass by unnoticed in my drab dress and lopsided shoes with high heels, hoping, thus surreptitiously, to come upon it. But I was afraid, I was timid, and I did not believe, I hoped.

I thought it would be like a bird in the hand, not a wild sea that treated me like flotsam.

But I have become a part of the earth: I am one of its waves flooding and leaping. I am the same tune now as the trees, hummingbirds, sky, fruits, vegetables in rows. I am all or any of these. I can metamorphose at will.

Do you need some joy or love? Are you sodden leaves in some forsaken yard? Are you deserted or cold or starved or paralysed or blind? Handfuls and handfuls for you, and to spare!

Make them up into bedsocks, teacosies, cushions against the cold, for their electricity is perpetual warmth, and can contaminate everything, and build at one touch a new and adorable world.

This is Today. This is where all roads strove to lead, all feet to attain.

—Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

[miidnighters]

get to know the mun.☺

what's your phone wallpaper: it's one of our wedding photos lmao

last song you listened to: weatherman by zach hood

currenly reading: I am actually not reading anything rn? I paused one of my poirot books halfway thru and I have an elsie silver book waiting but

last movie: I like. never watch movies anymore? like the answer is the eras tour movie but something with a plot? we don't know her

last show: I watched some leverage w my dad recently. rewatching criminal minds again. mostly we've been watching youtube

what are you wearing right now?: like, three layers of clothes and bedsocks and a balnket

how tall are you?: 5'4, apparently. 162.5 cm

piercings / tattoos?: I have 14 tattoos and 12 piercings (I used to have more rip my nose, tongue and nips but had to take them out for surgery). 6 of the piercings are in my earlobes tho so it's not actually that impressive

glasses / contacts: Iam supposed to wear glasses while I'm on the computer but....

last thing you ate?: I just ate a strawberry iced donut lmao

favourite colour: lemon/sunshine yellow!

current obsession: I'm about to watch bridgerton s3 so

do you have a crush right now?: I do and it's terminal (i'm married and it's on my husband)

favourite fictional character: I have always had THE softest spot for Anne Shirley, ever since I first read the books at like 8 or 9 years old

last place you travelled: I'm guessing my regular trips to the coast don't count so I think it would have been going north to Cairns to see my husband's family? we're going again this year for my younger brother-in-law's eighteenth

TAGGED BY: @whileurmine TAGGING: @sorrowsick | @epistrefei | @draconisa | @platiinums | @vitalphenomena

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Nine: Monty (B)

Antonio woke with the birdsong. He'd dreamed of the will-o’-the-wisp again, as he did nearly every moon.

Putting on slippers slipped his mind; he simply allowed the lawn's dew to seep into his bedsocks as he peered into every bundle of bush and branches. The wisp had been hard to miss before, all amorphous amber, lighting up the garden. Perhaps an ember was lying in wait to be reignited by Antonio's presence. He hoped and prayed and wandered his way through the dawn until Ursula snuffled at his feet and alerted him to daybreak.

Antonio went through the motions of drizzling oil in the pan and cracking eggs and bidding the twins a very good morning. It was a positively ho-hum routine, until Viola cried out from her room.

"Fuck! Fire!"

Fatherly instinct propelled Antonio in the direction of his daughter's distress. The ashes of Montague sat on his shoulders, cold and dark. He crashed into the doorframe and took in a breath of air that was untainted by smoke.

The wisp was bigger than before. It crackled and popped with energetic vigour. Antonio saw Hero, shimmying and sparkling under the disco ball at their wedding. He felt the heat rising from their bodies as they met on the dancefloor. He heard Viola screaming at him to get away.

"It's alright, tesoruccio. It's your mamma, she's come back to us!"

Sebastian had appeared and handed the kitchen fire extinguisher to Viola. Antonio threw his hands up in the air. "She's a wisp! It's not a fire, please don't put her out, please! I promise I'm okay!" His face was damp with tears as he threw out his limbs, all unlicked by flame. The twins shared a look and Viola lowered the extinguisher.

Nothing was burned. The wisp appeared; she appeared, danced around them, and slipped out a window crack with a sudden gust.

The next day, Antonio had his birthday and the twins moved to Mission University without so much as a "what the hell was that?" - because deep down, they knew.

The ghost of Hero appearing on the eve of familial change was just a fact - one steeped in faerie folklore - but a fact nonetheless.

[gehenna-calling]

Motion and Night for Desdemona & Lyssa!

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

desdemona is very lucky to have celerity on her side - she moves very elegantly, and also very quietly, which means she has a tendency to jumpscare people who don't hear her coming. the word i'd probably apply to her way of movement is probably "swanning". she walks like she's on camera all the time. her clothing tends towards the impractical - tight skirts or very long flowy ones, sizeable heels - and she tends to avoid actually using the celerity speed she's capable of to avoid messing up her outfit or hair.

the most notable thing about lyssa's movement is that she jingles with every step. girl wears so much jewellery that it's a wonder obfuscate works. because she wears a lot of flowy oversized clothing, it tends to billow around her as she walks. kind of jellyfish vibes, or she's been compared to a lionfish! she's not particularly reactive or quick on her feet, so she tends to just walk at a regular pace even when there's a crisis going on. she'll get there when she gets there

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

desdemona is very much the "elaborate lacy nightgown that looks great covered in blood" type of vampire. as with most of her wardrobe, i feel she has a lot of expensive nightgowns she rotates through. she also absolutely owns one of those fancy chiffon dressing gowns with the fluffy trim, because of course she does.

lyssa is quite likely to fall asleep just wearing her regular clothes, but if she's changing to sleep she'll be wearing old-fashioned button-up pajamas. probably mismatched. she'd also go in for bedsocks and definitely a sleep mask with eyes drawn on it.

[thejadedjester]

They have to be #BedSocks which are big and knitty and maybe lined with fluffy material, and just for the cold time of year.

okay lets settle this

[typellblog]

when it's cold do you do anything like wearing socks in bed to keep your feet warm?

I do have some bedsocks I use sometimes it's usually not that cold tho

[deeisace]

I shouldn't go outside in bedsocks but I can't be bothered to do Shoes atm

[ladyofthelake]

Merlin looked so yummy and cute when he killed that shee in his pjs lmao <3 plus his massive bedsocks are adorable

[a-tall-spatula]

the best date

is a hole in my wellies, seeping into a soggy sock,

because she has my un-holey pair.

puddles stolen from neighbours driveways, because they're bigger there,

they like the splash.

an umbrella tilted to the side, in her direction,

they don't like the rain.

two gloves on four hands, because the other two keep each other warm,

held close together as we walk.

and

bedsocks, perfectly folded,

exactly where I know she looks.

[suntoucher2001]

got to work and someones hung a pair of waterproof trousers on the wall. i cant judge bc im wearing bright pink bedsocks but what

[red-ibis-red]

Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday Roast.

—Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

[chaosreigner869]

Blamigam bedsocks knockwurst

[cottonkhaleesi]

Momma got me a new toy (darning loom) which meant I could finally patch up the only pair of socks I ever knit for myself 🧦

[bamboozldau]

Why are Bamboo Socks So Amazing?

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Bamboo socks are temperature-regulating:

Bamboo fibers can regulate the temperature. Bamboo socks will keep your feet warm during winter, and your feet cool during summer. You may be wondering how that is possible. Thermo-regulated fibers, also known as "all-weather clothing", are capable of responding to the ambient temperature and maintaining the microclimate equilibrium within the sock. Technically speaking, fabrics don't provide thermoregulation. Thermo-regulating fabrics, however, are not able to inhibit or support thermoregulation. Bamboo socks are an example of thermo-regulating socks. Their fabric allows air to circulate about the feet while also providing insulation for the body when it needs protection from outside temperatures (be they from the heat or the cold).

They are extremely soft and anti-blistering:

Bamboo socks of high quality are very soft and comfortable. This fabric is softer than synthetic or cotton fabrics and it's among the most affordable on the sock marketplace. Bamboo fibers are naturally silky. It is suitable for sensitive skins because it significantly reduces skin friction, irritations, rubbing, and chafing.

Bamboo socks are naturally antibacterial and eliminate odors:

The damp environment can cause foot fungus and bacterial infection. Thanks to its temperature-regulating and moisture-wicking powers, bamboo socks keep your feet dry at all times, preventing excessive sweating and bacteria growth. Plus, bamboo fibers have natural anti-bacterial properties. Bamboo socks are great for eliminating bacteria and sweat.

[homegirllondon]

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