#Christmas flannel design

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

Cozy Merry Christmas Flannel a Rustic Holiday Apparel

Stay cozy and festive this holiday season with our "Merry Christmas" Flannel! Featuring a stylish and eye-catching Christmas-themed design on the back, this flannel combines rustic charm with holiday cheer. Perfect for family gatherings, holiday parties, or a cozy night in, it’s a must-have for anyone embracing the Christmas spirit. Available in multiple sizes

This long sleeve flannel shirt offers a collar, button front closure, long sleeves with button cuffs, two (2) button flap chest pockets and reinforced seams with a supper soft finish.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend, 55% cotton, and 45% viscose. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

All items are created or designed by Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations. We also print and heat press our items using our professional, commercial grade heat press! Each design is made with High Quality, Heat Transfer Vinyl.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Please also know that although every effort is made to photograph my items accurately, color may differ slightly from photos due to different monitor settings. Please contact me with any questions about the color or size of any item before purchasing. Have something in mind that you’re looking for? I love custom orders! I can make custom changes to all existing designs that are currently available in my shop. Please send me a message, and I’ll be happy to help!

WEDDINGS: We do take custom orders for weddings! If you are interested in ordering a large group of shirts, please message me directly to set up a custom order. It is recommended that wedding orders be placed at least 2 months in advance so that we have enough time to create, ship, and exchange any shirts that do not fit.

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Embrace the holidays with our "Merry Christmas" Flannel! Featuring a festive design on the back, this cozy flannel is perfect for holiday gatherings and winter wear

[leahstuff]

Another Christmas quilt - this one completed! It’s been awhile since I’ve done straightforward patchwork - or whatever it's called when you sew just squares together. I found it relaxing.

I also haven't machine quilted anything myself in awhile (preferring to hand quilt, not quilt, or pay someone to longarm). For this one, I cut some white flannel smaller than the top, then "stitched in the ditch" (on the existing seams) to attach it, then I did a bagged out finish (I've read that it's called that when you sew the top and backing together around the edges, leaving an opening, then turn it right sides out, instead of doing a binding).

So it's quilted with flannel as a batting, and it's backed with the red flannel you see here. I like it, as it's sort of heavy, but also more flexible than lofty batting feels to me.

Also, I want to note that I now have some cute satin tags that I bought from EverEmblem on Etsy and they work really well for tagging my quilts (seen at the bottom of the finished pic).

Pattern: Just 6" squares Fabric: Holiday/Christmas/winter fabrics I pulled from my stash, including Jolly Darlings (by Ruby Star Society), Twas (from Riley Blake designs), candy cane stripe fabric from JoAnn, and others

[overtake]

Post-Vegas Maxiel | 1.2K

The lead-up to Max’s fist on Daniel’s front door is a hazy kaleidoscope of memories.

Flashes of sponsor-branded tumblers with gin and tonics being pressed into his hands, which started the night steady and ended up shaky when they tried to sneak under Martin’s shirt and feel up his chest.

Fuzzier still: Martin pulling him into a hug and whispering something against Max’s sticky, sweaty temple about where Max really wanted to be. He can’t make out the words in his hazy memories, only their too-kind cadence, but he remembers the shape of the name Daniel on Martin’s mouth and the way he suddenly stopped wanting to kiss it.

His phone history highlights a costly change to his flight path, a car service for when he landed, typoed assurances to his team that he’d make it in time for Qatar, and four calls that Daniel never returned.

So Max is here in LA, knowing Daniel is probably warm and fast asleep in bed. He can picture the leg hanging off the side of his mattress. His white noise machine will be making Daniel’s bedroom sound like rain, a different shower than the champagne that was poured over Max’s head and down his throat.

He longs to be inside. To press his broad chest against the muscles of Daniel’s back. To kiss down the heated skin because Daniel keeps his bedroom warm like Perth summer and prefers flannel sheets.

Max’s whole body aches with every movement and the need to hold Daniel, even as a solid thrum of excitement keeps his spine rigid and eyes open. He wants to take what Daniel hinted could be theirs when all this was over, even though Max still has two more races and maybe more years left. He’ll be okay if Daniel isn’t ready, but the part of himself that was genetically designed to know Daniel tells him he’s allowed to try.

“Max?”

And then Daniel’s there, confused and squinting around the side of the house. Not asleep, the way Max pictured. He’s in shorts and nothing else, the side of his hand pressed to his forehead as he tries to ward off the sun’s glare and process what’s in front of him.

Max, little pieces of confetti still stuck to his cheek, holding nothing but his backpack and a phone on 10% battery. Max, bleary-eyed and mouth beginning to taste of hangover and death.

He knows he’s not a vision, that this isn’t the big romantic gesture he’d planned with dirt bikes under a Christmas tree. Instead, he hopes his flushed cheeks and mussed hair and the break of his face into the same kind of smile that lived under his helmet when he crossed the finish line … he prays those are enough, that Daniel is healed enough to let himself want Max now and like this.

“I won,” Max says dumbly. He wishes he remembered to grab a water bottle from the car service so the sentence wouldn’t dry tacky and cotton under his tongue.

“You won,” Daniel says, matter-of-fact. He’s not upset or elated. He’s not anything different. He’s Daniel, as himself as ever, looking like he expected this, like Max belongs here the same as the green grass and cement walls.

Max doesn’t feel ridiculous and fearful with Daniel holding him in the stare of his gentle eyes. They’re crinkled at the edges from all his years of laughing — many of the moments shared with Max adding to their depth since the skin there was taut with their shared youth. Max is developing his own smile lines, finally old enough for his skin to permanently imprint the joy of knowing Daniel.

“I have to leave for Qatar tomorrow,” Max says. He takes a step toward Daniel, then another, until Daniel begins to move too.

Max processes for the first time the way Daniel glows under the LA sun and considers that maybe he could make a home here too in Daniel’s joy. He’d seen him in Monaco. He’d been able to confirm for his own eyes that Daniel was taking ownership of this new life and thriving in it. He’d been too nervous then to do more than take Daniel to lunch and padel and observe him cautiously, trying to note every change in his month of healing.

He has the same relaxed and relieved demeanour now as he did then. Daniel is beautiful and belongs everywhere, but Max would make his home in LA just to watch the way Daniel lives so carefree under these palm trees and hundred lane highways.

His shoulders are even looser here than they were Monaco. When Max places a hand on Daniel’s bare, sun-warmed hip, he can feel the tiniest squish of where Daniel can finally eat all the schnitzel he wants. He’s a cactus built in the tough conditions of a sport that didn’t love him back, and he’s still blooming his flowers without it. Max wants to cup him like he’s something precious and be grateful that this sport didn’t make him bitter, that he was born so good that he could survive all this and love Max anyway.

“Guess you don’t need to get me a Christmas present after all,” Daniel jokes. His giggle ducks his head down to Max’s shoulder for a half second, hair tickling the nape of Max’s neck.

Max didn’t need his point to win, sure. But he liked having it; knowing that Daniel set a lap record as his final fuck you to the blind fuckers who quit on him, a lap that also gifted Max breathing room. He’d wished in the plane ride home after Singapore that fastest laps had something tangible for him to steal and hold in Daniel’s absentia. A trophy, a plaque, anything he could grip between his heat-swollen fingers to remember how his chest felt when his radio crackled with the news of Daniel’s triumph.

Max shakes his head, which sends a slightly dizzying wave through his dehydrated, sleep-deprived body. He adjusts his grip tighter on Daniel’s skin, a needed reprieve after the physical ache of wanting.

“You of course still get a Christmas present,” he tells Daniel. He briefly wishes his breath were fresher, but he doesn’t think Daniel will mind too much. “A real one, too, but also.”

He drops his bag on the grass then so his other hand is free to trace the contours of Daniel’s stubbled jawline. Max thinks that if Daniel is careful, Max will be okay to strap the seatbelt around his thighs this week even with the lingering beard burn.

Daniel gifts him the kiss instead, while Max is busy trying to memorize this moment inside his bleary head. His lips are wet against Max’s parched, chapped ones, but he doesn’t pull away from the reminder of Max’s night spent celebrating a world that Daniel was choosing to forget.

Instead, Daniel’s arms ensnare his waist and tug him closer until Max’s breath hitches and he forgets they’re in a front lawn and loses himself inside Daniel’s mouth.

“Congratulations, champ,” Daniel says, pulling away only long enough to speak the words. His nose brushes Max’s when he speaks and begins to tug Max toward the front door. “Let’s get you home.”

[peachiejeongin]

Crimson Christmas | Bang Chan

Day 8 of the 12 Days of Staymas!

Synopsis: It is time for the annual Stray Kids (plus one) gift exchange, and Bang Chan has an interesting gift up his sleeve for you.

Pairing: bf!Bang Chan x fem!gf!reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Suggestive

Warnings: Lingerie, allusions to sexual intercourse

Notice: Hello, darlings! Welcome to the eighth day of Staymas! This is the one and only truly "suggestive" fiction for this series, so....Merry Christmas, lol! Enjoy the reading, and check out the other stories if you would like to :)

The dorm was alive with festive energy, every corner glowing from the soft, golden twinkle of the Christmas lights. The scent of cinnamon candles mingled with the aroma of Christmas dinner. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the couches, a few draped haphazardly on the floor, where some of the Stray Kids members were already sprawled out.

You balanced a tray of steaming mugs, each topped with a creative swirl of whipped cream and crushed candy canes, carefully dodging an excited Han who was attempting to wrestle a pillow away from Seungmin.

"Felix, if we watch 'Home Alone' one more time, I'm going to scream," Seungmin grumbled grumpily, his tone as flat as ever. He narrowly avoided the pillow that Felix launched in retaliation.

"Leave him alone!" Hyunjin drawled from his self-designated throne of throw pillows near the fire place, his hair catching the flicker of the flames like a halo. "Let him live his festive truth!"

"Forget his festive truth," Minho reorted, reaching for a marshmallow from the tray you were precariously holding. "Let us live without the same movie on repeat each holiday season."

"Minho!" you scolded, twisting your body to save the tray from certain disaster. "If you don't let me put this down, you're all getting instant coffee instead of hot chocolate next year."

"Babe, you're doing amazing. Don't let them get to you." Chan, perched on the arm of the couch, chuckled softly at your exasperation.

Finally, you placed the tray on the coffee table, passing out the mugs one by one to a chorus of, "Thank you, y/n!" and exaggerated sighs of relief. Chan tugged you down beside him as soon as your hands were free, his arm slipping around your shoulders.

"You spoil them too much," he murmured, his lips barely brushing against your temple.

"That's what Christmas is for," you replied with a grin, gesturing towards the chaos as Felix launched into another impassioned defense of 'Home Alone.'

As the boys finally agreed on 'Elf', albeit, after much negotiation and a few suspicious rock-paper-scissors matches, you reached behind the couch and pulled out a stack of boxes. Each one was wrapped in crisp red paper with little silver ribbons tied in bows.

"Alright, children," you announced, setting the boxes down on the coffee table. "It's time for presents!"

They scrambled over the gifts like actual children, eagerly grabbing their boxes and tearing into them. Each box contained a matching pajama set, fluffy socks, and a small treat you had picked for each of them, such as a minature fox plush for Jeongin, a new sweets recipe notebook for Felix, and a scented candle for Changbin.

"Y/n, you're the best," Han declared, already pulling his socks on.

"This is so soft," Hyunjin announced, grinning as he held up his pajama top.

You basked in their delight, feeling the warm glow of satisfaction that came from making the people you love happy.

"Well, my love," Chan suddenly began. "We can't you go without a gift, now can we?" Chan reached behind the couch, pulling out his own gift box; this one was a chartreuse color, wrapped in a golden bow. Your name was scrawled on the tag in Chan's familiar handwriting.

"Let's see what the man of the house picked out for me," you teased, lifting the lid.

Inside was a pair of cozy flannel pajamas in a soft cream and emerald green pattern, folded neatly on top of a small bundle of tissue paper. You smiled, lifting the fabric to admire it, only to freeze as the tissue paper shifted, revealing something entirely unexpected.

Your breath caught as your fingers brushed against delicate lace, deep crimson and impossibly intricate. The lingerie set nestled beneath the pajamas was impossibly intimate, and your cheeks flamed the same color as realization hit.

You shot a wide-eyed glance at Chan, who was already watching you with a mischevious twinkle in his eyes. His lips quirked into a barely suppressed grin.

Before you could react, Seungmin, ever the curious one, leaned over to peek into the box.

"Wait, what is that-"

"Chan!" you exclaimed, slamming the lid shut with a sharp thud. "Not in front of the children!"

The room erupted into chaos. Han choked on a marshmallow, his laughter turning into wheezes as he rolled onto the floor. Changbin and Felix clutched their stomachs, their faces bright pink from laughing so hard.

"Chan!" Minho screeched, clutching his chest in mock scandal. "On Christmas Eve?! Really?!"

Hyunjin, the ever dramatic one, flopped onto the carpet with a hand over his heart.

"This is better than the movie," he declared, wiping a fake tear from his cheek.

Chan leaned closer to you, his face flushed but his grin shameless.

"What? It's festive."

"Festive is not the word I'd use," you muttered, glaring at him, though your lips betrayed you with a twitch of amusement.

The boys continued their exaggerated uproar, shouting over each other with increasingly dramatic reactions. Changbin gasped about being scarred while Jeongin muttered something about needing therapy.

Chan, unfazed by the chaos, pulled you closer, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered, "Merry Christmas, baby."

You could not help but laugh, shaking your head as you leaned into his warmth.

"You're unbelievable," you uttered quietly, a soft smile on your lips contrasting your stark words.

"Maybe I could make it up to you?" he questioned, his voice shushed to where only you could hear him. "I could always give you another present."

"Oh yeah?" you challenged. "Like what?"

"Well, I'd have to show you, but I will say you'll have to wear the present I got you in order to get it." Chan's eyes darkened slightly, yet the cheeky grin on his face was ever-present. You stared into his gaze, your face flushed but your lips twisted into a daring smirk.

"Deal," you agreed, eliciting an eyebrow raise and soft giggle from Chan as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

Despite the teasing, the laughter, and the absolute mayhem, you could not imagine a more perfect Christmas Eve.

[indigo-flowers09]

I absolutely love these designs! and was just wondering what inspired them? I'm curious of what the plot's about, since everyone's species swapped

why not answer this question with another ref sheet(?) :3

I’d like to say, first and foremost, thank you very much for the love 🫶 i love getting asks and requests, these sillies live in my brain and drawing them is their rent

Second, i’m probably gonna keep plot talk on the DL unless i decide not to make a comic! Sorry :,3

Last but not least, inspirations. hooo boy this is a doozy

Firstly i wanna say i was inspired to make a comic specifically because of older ut comic dubs (Christmas party, handplates, Aftertale, etc) along with Scott Pilgrim and @akanemnon’s Twin Runes comic! (check them out i love twin runes a lot!!!)

The idea for the au is really just “What if the humans were monsters and the monsters were humans?” or, also “what if the (former) monsters were on the surface and the (former) humans were underground?” Classic Overtale plot!

Going in order, starting with AXIS, he’s actually one of the newest designs! i made him in my german class last week („•v•„U ) I wanted Axis to have a design change but remain a robot, maybe being more humanoid due to being made by a human! Changed his pipes and light bulb into what resembles hair and his wheel into roller blades!

Next up, Ceroba! i’ll be honest, i really don’t like Cerobas canon design that much. Love the colors but the short skirt and boots are not it, especially if she’s intended to be a more traditional japanese character. Like she’s not a magical girl, she’s in her 30’s?? Anywho, i made her prominently orange instead of pink (again, magical girl) along with lightening natural hair due to age and stress!

Clover. Clover Clover Clover!!! what do i even say about this precious little pup?! :3

I guess i could start with them being a Kitsune, of course, being switched with the Ketsukanes. Seeing as Ceroba is a mother and is often portrayed as taking a motherly role to clover, i figured a kitsune would fit them nicely! Along with being a cute, fun to draw, and curious troublemaker! I always like to remind myself that Clover’s just a kid.

Next up, Star! or, in this au, Stanley Sterling, the performative sheriff of a humble little town! i decided to switch up his poncho a little, for the sake of changing his design, gave him chaps (i like to call em pantaloons hoohoo!) and teal tassels for days! He’d prolly know more about cowboys than canon Starlo because, yknow, he lives on the surface!

Ah Martlet, or now, Marlette! but most just call her Marley. She has ~4 different outfits planned, a cozy, aviator style one for “Snowdin”, a sleeveless shirt with her flannel round her waist and a bandana for “the Dunes” and that flannel over her shoulders for “New Home”! along with a tee and pj’s for the epilogue. Her outfit is easy to manipulate so it only stays the same so often. Also, talon boots! ;]

And Dalv! Poor fella stayed a monster for the plot 😿 but i changed his design so he’s got a jacket similar to the one he has in Snowdin in uty but a whole lot smaller lol, along with a Batty pendant, a red vest and shoes and carved down horns! poor fella :(

Feel free to ask questions about these guys i am more than pleased to talk about them

[cosmerelists]

A Sexy Fireman Calendar But Make It Stormlight

Happy New Year! Let's imagine what a "sexy men of Roshar" calendar would be like. And yes, yes I am trying to do purely visual gags in a written medium. What can I say? I don't draw.

Anyway, here's how I think such a calendar would be designed if it were made for us since I'm too lazy to look up the names of Rosharan months and I want to make holiday jokes.

1. January: Dalinar

What better way to kick off the new year than with a man who reminds us to just keep taking the next step?

Dalinar is sitting in front of a fireplace full of flamespren wearing his uniform...but with the jacket and shirt all the way unbuttoned, like he's relaxing after a long day of work, his presumably hairy chest on full display.

2. February: Drehy and Dru

The Valentine's Day month of course must feature Urithiru's hottest gay couple.

Drehy and Dru are lying on a heart-shaped mattress, with a red blanket draped artfully across their bodies, rose petals surrounding them. Aside from the blanket, they don't appear to be wearing anything at all...

3. March: Adolin

Adolin is wearing his Easter Best--namely a pink linen shirt with a deep V-neck, a white scarf, white pants, and a winning smile. Also, I think he should be holding a baby bunny, just to really sell it.

4. April: Lopen

Lopen is upside down, stuck to a wall, his rakish grin suggesting that this April Fool's Joke is on you--but also that you'll be laughing along with everyone else.

5. May: Rlain

Like a herald of Spring, Rlain is sitting reclined, his back against a tree, surrounded by blooming flowers. He's in warform, his sharply chiseled muscles making an excellent contrast to all of the soft, bright nature around him.

6. June: Sigzil

Sigzil stands, shirtless and glistening with sweat, beneath the blazing sun. It looks like you caught him mid-kata, spear in hand.

7. July: Kaladin

Kaladin has been photographed in the midst of a summer thunderstorm: his wet hair blowing sideways but in an artful way, his wet undershirt sticking to his chest, and a dramatic bolt of lighting in the background.

8. August: Skar

The back-to-school month features our favorite teacher. Skar is clearly mid-lesson, floating off the ground, glowing with Stormlight, holding his hand up as though expounding.

9. September: Renarin

Renarin is standing amid fall colors, leaves floating gently to the ground around him. He's dressed as if for the crisp fall air in a long coat, flannel shirt, and pants. He's holding a warm mug of cider, the steam rising past his face.

10. October: Hoid

Hoid...well I'd have to say he looks both hot and creepy. He's wearing a masquerade mask and suit, holding a martini glass. His eyes say that he has many secrets.

11. November: Rock

Rock has made you a FEAST for Thanksgiving! He's standing in front of a table laden in food (stew front and center, of course), holding his arms out wide as if inviting you to join him, a huge grin on his face.

12. December: the Stick

It's stuck in the ground, standing up, with a single Christmas ornament as decoration.

Yes, despite not being a man, the stick has made it into the Sexy Men Calendar. What can't it do?

[ratatatastic]

EXCUSE ME HELLO WHERES YOUR FIC????

every new picture dropped from the media day merch shoot truly another angel gets its wings

[fivewholeminutes]

My friend, after seeing me in a st t-shirt: gotta admit, they do have cool designs for merch!!

Me: yeah :)

Me internally: you say this, my friend, because you haven't seen the shot glasses. The suitcase. The terrible font flannel shirts. The lava lamps, the actually ugly christmas sweater, the cheaply made vessel figurine, the hair clips, the faux leather jacket, the--

[berberriescorner]

Silent Nights, Steady Hearts🎄♥️

Characters: Husband!Jay Halstead x Black!Reader.

Word Count: 500+.

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

The chill of Christmas morning seeped through the windows, the faint glow of dawn casting soft shadows across the bedroom. You stirred slightly, the warmth of the blankets tempting you to burrow deeper into them.

But then you felt it—the familiar press of Jay’s lips against your forehead. It was gentle, unhurried like he had all the time in the world to wake you.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.

“Mmm,” you hummed in reply, cracking one eye open to see his boyish smile. He was already dressed, wearing his favorite green henley that you loved, paired with that flannel he always claimed was “just practical.” But it wasn’t his clothes that caught your attention. It was the way he was holding a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a small, carefully wrapped gift in the other.

“What’s this?” you asked, propping yourself up on one elbow, curiosity mixing with the comfort of the moment.

“Coffee, first,” he said with a grin, handing you the mug. “Figured you’d need it to handle what’s coming next.”

You sipped, savoring the familiar taste. “What’s coming next?”

“Open this,” he said, placing the small gift in your lap before sitting down on the edge of the bed, his gaze steady but tinged with nervous anticipation.

Carefully, you peeled back the paper, revealing a velvet box. You glanced up at him, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his expression.

“Jay…”

“Just open it,” he said softly, his hands clasped together as he leaned slightly forward.

Inside was a delicate silver necklace, the pendant shaped like a compass.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, tracing the intricate design with your fingertips.

Jay cleared his throat, his voice low but steady. “I know it’s simple, but… it felt right. A compass—it always points you in the right direction, right? And for me…” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. “You’ve been that for me. My constant. My home. No matter how lost I get, you always bring me back.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. “Jay…”

He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know my job’s not easy on our relationship. I know I’m not always easy. But you’re everything to me, and I need you to know that. Not just today, but every day.”

You reached out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re my home too, Jay,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

He held you close, his hand sliding up your back, grounding you both in the moment. When he finally pulled away, he took the necklace from the box and fastened it around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“Perfect,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he admired how it looked on you.

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas,” he replied, his voice a quiet promise, steady and unwavering—just like him.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!

Tagging a few lovelies:

@darqchilddaydreamz @sunshine-flower @astoldbychae

@1andonlytashae @prettyyybrownroundd @starrynite7114

@lil-black-girl @blackterrae @onherereading

[huellitaa]

it girl autumn 🎃🎀🍁

autumn is upon us!!!!!!!!!! all hail the best season 💭🎀🍂🧸🩷

──★ ˙ ̟🎀ur autumn to do list

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur never too old for trick or treating (if u celebrate!). girl get OUT THERE. (🎀🗒️note: if u have any little siblings or cousins or family, then you can take them out trick or treating and celebrate w them js as an excuse to get outside!!)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ make pinterest boards for ur fav autumn movies and shows bcuz they cant do it themselves </3

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ go collect leaves outside and make a pretty piece of art out of them

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ walk around early in the morning when its all foggy and pretty

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ learn how to bake or cook (in my case anyway) OR look for some cosy autumn recipes to learn and share w ur loved ones or just to have a cosy night in and eat for urself♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ go thru ur closet and wardrobe and throw out all the old things you don't wear anymore. autumn is a time of change, after all (🎀🗒️note: make some cute autumn outfits while ur at it! ♡)

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ drink every possible pumpkin spice drink u can find in ur area

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ get out of ur reading slump! if ur in one anyway. if not then just read more books bcuz tea, rain and books is quite possibly the cosiest thing ever

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ visit a library alone, go shopping alone, just enjoy ur alone time. autumn is a time of introspection and a time to work on urself, and though i love spending time with myself in any season, autumn is especially cosy ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ look at cute pumpkin designs and make one urself if u celebrate halloween ♡

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ make some little halloween decorations if u celebrate ♡

💭𓂃 ࣪˖ build a little bug hotel out of twigs and leaves and things u find on the ground outside!!!!!! i used to do this all the time w my brother or my friends when i was little and its very nostalgic and fun ♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ take loads of pictures and make little vlogs and video diaries of ur autumn adventures, just for the memories ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 music and media

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur autumn playlist

clairo (charm, sling)

the 1975

florence & the machine (lungs)

the cardigans

the crane wives

neil young (harvest)

the smiths

phoebe bridgers

type o negative

kali uchis (never be yours)

gracie abrams

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ movies and shows

the nightmare before christmas (obviously)

gilmore girls ♡

coraline, corpse bride, pretty much any tom burton movie

anne with an e

fantastic mr fox

hilda

gravity falls ♡

you've got mail

over the garden wall

pride and prejudice

jennifers body ♡

practical magic

little women

kiki's delivery service

arrietty ♡

howl's moving castle

lord of the rings ♡

and i always have a harry potter marathon every autumn because i loved it when i was younger, so why not!

(🎀🗒️note: i love playing identity v, animal crossing and cosy grove in the autumn too! or meeting up w friends and literally js playing board games theyre so fun♡)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀fall fashion and staples

okay so i personally love pink, whites, browns, cream colours and just general neutrals-pastels in the autumn, but you can adjust this to ur personal aesthetic and however you see fit!

the first thing i think of when i think autumn is layering. layer layer layer layer. tops and sweaters, cardigans, jumpers, leg warmers, tights; to keep you warm and pretty ♡

pay attention 2 fabrics! knitted, cashmere, fleece, flannel, all the cosy sorts are perfect for the autumn months ♡

patterns like stripes, leopard print, chevron, argle and plaid are so cute and simple, esp in october / november ♡

neutral colours, like beige, white, brown, cream, grey, black, and pale variants of colours too i think work so well esp in the autumn ♡

anything fur lined is absolutely adorable i rest my case

MASSIVE COATS. i have this big trenchcoat my mum had since i was a baby and i wear it EVERYWHERE in autumn ♡

boots are THE autumn shoes, bonus points if they're fur-lined. they just look so so cute ajdhfjsfjhsjf♡

knit hats and small hair accessories, bonus points if they're in the pretty autumn colours ♡

not really fashion but i love doing simple makeup in the autumn. just very dewy natural looks are pretty all year around, but especially in the fall ♡

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ pretty fall fashion:

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

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[invisibleraven]

Keeping Spirits Bright

Day 20: Goal + Wiggie <=AO3

Honestly it isn't Christmas without more of my I Am The Willies verse is it?

If you were to ask Willie, his favourite thing on Earth (after Reggie of course), is Christmas. 

He loves the corny specials, the food, the tree, the snow, and most of all, the presents. Not getting them-though he does enjoy that aspect-he loves giving them. 

Which is hard when your human boyfriend tells you that he has everything he needs right here while cuddling you when you ask what he wants. It’s a sweet thought, but Willie can’t exactly wrap himself and put it under the tree. 

Well…maybe not under the tree…

But that still isn’t a real present, and this year, he wants it to be special. He’s been on this planet for five years now, and it seems like that’s worth celebrating. He knows Reggie has some plan-their anniversary had been quiet and romantic, the both of them agreeing that they wanted to do something big for Christmas. 

So what does Willie get the person who is responsible for him staying here? He wonders if the message he sent to the elders back on his planet has reached them yet-no one has sent one back or come to get him but time is a funny thing, especially with space travel so he can never really tell how long he’s been gone. 

He knows he needs to get socks-wooly socks have become a staple for him and Reggie. But they’ve bought pretty much every design the little old ladies in town sell, and Willie prefers homemade to mass produced. Maybe if he asks Miss Beulah she might do something for him? 

“Well how about I teach you?” she offers. “Your young man will appreciate it all the more if it comes from you.” 

So now Willie has a goal-learn to knit competently enough to produce a pair of socks by Christmas. 

It is an uphill battle at first-he does not get the difference between knit and purl, and his hands feel extra clumsy holding the needles. But Beulah has the patience of a saint, and guides him until he has a few decent rows. 

From then on, Willie practises whenever he has a chance and Reggie isn’t around. Sometimes hiding out in the hayloft to hang out with the cows while the needles click and clack. 

His first effort is a disaster, so he gives the jumble of yarn to Jinx, the barn cat to play with. He’s tempted to give efforts two through four to the chickens-for as much as they’ve come to tolerate each other he will still never like them. But if they got sick or hurt he’d never forgive himself, so Jinx gets enough yarn to practically make a bed of the stuff. 

Finally, on attempt six he gets it, making a decent pair of socks, showing them off to Beulah with pride. She gives him a pat on the head and gives him a new skein of yarn-red and black to match Reggie’s favourite flannel. 

“I love you Miss Beulah,” he declares. 

“Of course you do dear, now have some more cookies and tea before we start.” 

Miss Beulah's grandkids are up in Oregon, and they barely ever visit her, so Willie doesn’t have a problem being her surrogate grandkid. He’s come a long way from when he first arrived; getting overwhelmed by the little town. He still isn’t great in crowds, but the older ladies have all but adopted him, and he has lots of fun goofing off with the kids he sees whenever he goes into town. It’s…nice that he’s made a place for himself here. Plus it means all the cookies he can eat since all the ladies love to spoil him, and some have even shared their recipes so he can make them for Reggie. 

He’s already got a plan for an excellent Christmas morning breakfast, now all he needs is to finish these socks. 

Christmas morning dawns cold and with a layer of frost over the ground-not quite snow, but Willie will take what he can get. He gets up before Reggie-it’s rare that he sleeps in, so Willie is going to let him today. He lets Rosie out to frolick, and tends to the animals, he’s got the routine down pat by now. 

Brush down the horses and give them fresh hay-though today he slips them all an apple or two, because they deserve presents too right? He milks the cows, making sure they have lots to eat, and smooches Petunia on her snout-she’s his favourite after all. 

The pigs are a new addition this year; Willie still isn’t sure what to make of them, but he feeds and waters them regardless, delighting in their little squeals of thanks. He always leaves the chickens for last-gathering their eggs and scattering feed as fast as he can-he’d been pecked one too many times to linger. 

Then it’s back inside, Rosie nipping at his heels and he gives her an affectionate pat before filling her food bowl and starting on breakfast. Reggie joined them soon after, lured by the smell of coffee and pancakes. The fire was lit, the tree was twinkling, and with full bellies, they went to do presents. 

Willie all but shoved Reggie’s gifts at him-there’s the usual practical gifts, plus sweets and the fancy hardcover edition of Reggie’s favourite book that he would never indulge himself with. But then he comes to the squishy package and his face lit up. “Are these my socks?” 

“How did you know?” Willie asked, voice full of despair. 

“Because we always give each other socks?” Reggie replied, tilting his head with confusion. 

“Oh right, of course.” 

Reggie shook his head, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Never change spaceman.” Then he ripped open the paper, cooing with delight over the colours, the softness of the wool. “Beulah outdid herself.” 

“I made them.” 

“What?” 

“I learned to knit from Miss Beulah and made those for you,” Willie repeated. “I thought it would be a nice gesture-full of love.” 

Reggie looked at the socks, then at Willie. “Marry me.” 

Willie giggled. “They aren’t that good!” 

Reggie shook his head, then pulled a tiny box from far under the tree, tore the paper off, and presented it to Willie, urging him without words to open it. Willie gasped as he saw the thin gold band engraved with constellations . Looking at Reggie who was waiting patiently, his face full of hope. And Willie could do nothing but nod, sobbing as the ring slid onto his finger. 

He didn’t even care about his other presents-but he did make sure to open the socks that he was sure Miss Beulah knitted on the sly-because they matched Reggie’s perfectly, and it was that shot, of their matching socks in front of the fire, his hand held out to show off his ring that he sent her, wondering if he could convince her to knit them some wedding socks for next year. 

Willie was fairly certain she would be more than happy to oblige. 

[mollywog]

Valancy’s first Christmas as a Redfern, I would just love for her to send the Stirling clan a big crate of expensive and passive aggressive gifts.

Uncle Benjamin- rubbers (I’m taking about the boots) or ice skates? (That seems equally absurd)

Mrs. Fredrick Stirling and Cousin Stickles - a quilt (one because they’re obviously sharing a bed or one each - your pick) Or hideous designer flannel petticoats

Olive - a box of assorted buttons (for her Hope chest) or broom and dustpan

Olive is the only one who can see these as insults while everyone else is bickering over who got the most expensive Redfern gift.

Please add more!

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @i-am-still-bb​​ based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Teen

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Planning

—

“Do you need help with that?”

“What?” Kili startled. He had been lost in his mental list of things that he needed to get done for the holidays. At the top of his list was “make a list.”

“Those,” Fili Durin pointed to the boxes filling Kili’s hands.

“No. Thanks. I’ve got it,” Kili replied, shouldering the door open.

“You don’t look like you’ve ‘got it,’” Fili said skeptically as the boxes teetered precariously.

“I’m fine,” Kili said more brusquely than intended. He did not want to be friends with Fili Duirn. He was the person that the town had brought in to design a new downtown. And that pretty much always meant more roads and more parking which meant more money was needed to maintain the roads and then there was  less money for the library and functional landscaping that Kili advocated for. And as one of the town’s part-time librarians he felt that it was his job to give this errant urban planner the shoulder, no matter how good he looked in a flannel shirt and Chelsea boots. 

“I really can get the door for you.”

Kili did not respond and managed to open the door into the post office without dropping any of the packages that he had carefully packed and labeled just that morning in between customers in his stop of odds and ends. He tried to keep the website current, and, even though that was not his favorite task, a significant portion of his business came through the internet.

“Christmas presents?”

Kili’s eyes rolled so far back in his head that he could feel his head tip back. “No,” he replied without turning around.

“What’s in the packages then?”

“Orders.”

“What kind of orders?”

Kili turned around. “Orders that get mailed. I’m assuming that you have something that needs to be mailed and that’s why you followed me in here.”

“I was here before you, so, technically, you followed me.”

Kili snorted. 

“And yes, I am mailing something—Christmas cards,” Fili pulled a thick stack of luxurious white envelopes from his field jacket’s pocket as proof. 

“I would have pegged you as the ‘e-mailed greeting card’ or ‘post on social media’ person.”

Fili grimaced in disgust, scrunching his nose. “Absolutely not.”

“That would be more efficient.”

“In some ways.”

“And urban planners are all about efficiency,” Kili grumbled. He turned away from Fili to face the back of the person ahead of him in line, hoping that this meant the conversation was at an end. He wanted to ask what sort of cards Fili was mailing. Those envelopes suggested something more expensive than the box of 20 cards that you could buy in any drug store. Books and paper were Kili’s forte. He once spent an afternoon arguing with someone (online!) about the pros and cons of Tomoe River Paper versus MIO paper. 

And then it was his turn. Kili set all the packages down and made small talk with the postal employee about the weather and the upcoming holiday parade and the town’s annual Sip and Shop. 

“Sip and Shop?” Fili was leaning on the counter at the window next to his. 

Kili really did try not to notice how Fili’s eyes almost sparkled (how gross was that? And, more importantly, how was it even possible?) when he asked the question. “Haven’t you seen the fliers? They’re everywhere.”

Fili turned to face Kili more fully, one elbow still propped on the counter. “Maybe. But I don’t think I get it.”

“It’s to promote shopping local over the holidays,” Janice, one of the postal workers said. 

“There’s an ordinance in place that lets the restaurants downtown serve wine and beer alongside appetizers while people shop and enjoy the Christmas displays and lights.”

“That’s a good idea. And it sounds fun.”

“It is a great time,” Janice said. And then she gave him his total for his postage. “Have a good rest of your Friday,” she said with a smile. 

And Fili was still hot on Kili’s heels when they were leaving the squat brick building that housed the post office. “Are you going to be joining in the sipping and shopping?”

“I probably have to work.” Kili waved goodbye and climbed on his bike before Fili could say anything more. 

Kili did not see it, but Fili watched him pedal away, 

—

The downtown was glowing with Christmas lights. Most of the stores had put up lights at the very least, some had displays, and others had their employees dressed up like elves. He smiled and took a sip of his hot chocolate.

 This time of year was Kili’s favorite. He had many fond memories of reading books with his parents and helping with the Christmas shopping and preparations. 

“Hard at work I see.” 

Kili could not even summon the annoyance that he tried to hold close to his chest whenever Fili was around. He shrugged. “This is work,” Kili gestured to the streets. “Supporting my town.”

“Hmm.” Fili nodded. His bare hands were wrapped around a paper cup.

“What drink did you pick?” Kili asked.

“Oh,” Fili lifted the cup to peer at the marker label, “the Krampus, I think it was?”

“That’s a good one.”

“You?” 

“Hot chocolate. I would have gotten their peppermint mocha, but if I have caffeine after dinner I’ll be up all night.” 

“Ah. I don’t have that problem, but I’ve always been a night owl.”

Kili nodded and they stood next to one another in silence. But it wasn’t a tense or uncomfortable silence, like Kili would have expected. It was companionable. Comfortable even. 

“It’s nice that they closed the street for this,” Fili said.

Kili tensed, “Something that probably won’t happen once you’re done.”

“What?’ Fili’s expression was bewildered. 

“You’re here to redesign the downtown.”

“Yeah…” Fili said slowly. “And what do you think that entails?”

Kili huffed, blowing his bangs off his forehead. “What it always does—wider streets, more parking, and so on.”

“Have you seen any of my work?”

“No.”

“That’s not what I do at all,” Fili said. “See those painted areas by the corner?”

“Yeah,” Kili grumped. He was both pleased and displeased to maybe be proven wrong. 

“Those are to allow for something called ‘daylighting’ which means that the cars can see cars in the intersecting road, but also that they can see pedestrians and pedestrians can see the cars without stepping into the way of traffic.”

“That sounds fine.”

“It is. But paint doesn’t stop people from parking there. And it doesn’t stop an errant car from breaching the sidewalk. My plans have the road narrowing at the intersection to force daylighting, but there will also be bollards to protect pedestrians from those cars should they exit their lanes. The bollards will also visually narrow the lane which will encourage cars to slow down. Narrower lanes will help with that as well.”

Kili’s expression softened as he listened. “That all sounds good.”

“It is,” Fili replied. It will encourage more foot traffic, which will bring more sales to all these little shops. There will still be street parking, and the parking behind the shops, but what already exists is actually more than adequate, it could actually stand to be reduced to make the downtown even more walkable.”

Kili raised his eyebrows. 

“Not what you expected?”

“No,” Kili shook his head. “That’s not what I expected at all.”

“Sometimes it’s good to be surprised,” Fili replied with a wink.

“It is. But it also solves some inner conflict I had been having.”

“Oh?” Fili cocked his head.

Kili reached out with the pretense of brushing a strand of hair from Fili’s face, but it was just an excuse to trace his thumb over Fili’s cheekbone. “Yeah,” he replied softly. “And that’s that I didn’t want our town being ruined by more parking and more cars, but I also really wanted to invite you back to mine and to find out how much of a night owl you are.”

“Oh.”

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: This Is Halloween

So obviously I'm not the only one who loves talking about Voiceplay and analysing their content, but I wanted to do something a bit different from the kinds of analyses/reactions that other people do, both on here and on Youtube (and music theory isn't really my forte anyway). So I'm planning on making some posts just focusing on the videos (and Geoff's as well, eventually), rather than the music arrangement or vocals or anything like that. My credentials are being a Drama Kid during my high school years, and experience with this sort of analysis from my time in other fandoms. I'm not planning on doing every single video, and though I'm gonna go chronologically from mid-2017 onwards (why not earlier? Because Reasons). However, since I yesterday finished a fanfic based on Voiceplay's cover of This Is Halloween, (which I studied a fair bit to get details right), I might as well start there!

Oogie Boogie pumpkin just outside the front door! (And a Jack Skellington one on the other side I believe?) These pumpkin also shows up in the spooky Halloween realm the group are transported to after eating the candy.

Credit to one of the comments which said that Earl is wearing a cow onesie and Eli is wearing a rooster onesie, which more likely than not is a callback to their (extremely hilarious) Chicken Song performance. (J is wearing a CatDog onesie, I think Geoff is wearing a giraffe onesie? And I'm not sure what Layne's onesie is meant to be)

Again credit to a commenter (different one), pointing out that Eli deadpan elbows Layne in the back, pushing him down after he eats the candy (likely a not-so-subtle acting cue or something like that, but still very funny once you notice it)

The return of the Jack and Oogie Boogie pumpkins, along with some other creatively-designed Jack-O-Lanterns! Peep the one on the far right, a little more towards the back; its 'eyes' say VP, and its mouth is the Voiceplay logo!

Also a little bit of foreshadowing, whether intentional or not: when Layne wakes up, one of the first things in his line of sight is the axe resting on the hay bales...

First of all, how many pumpkins were carved just for this video? Because a lot of effort went into making all those different designs for sure (and no, I'm not part of Voiceplay's Patreon, as the tier that lets you see behind-the-scenes stuff is like $8.50 AUD per month, rip). And second of all, this is a decent shot of how the group starts out upon waking up. J None is wearing a yellow plaid flannel quite similar to The Wolfman in Nightmare Before Christmas, and Earl is wearing denim overalls, like the behemoth character. Eli's outfit is of course representative of the Mayor of Halloweentown, but no spider bowtie or "Mayor" rosette (would've loved to see it, but eh no biggie). Layne I will get to in a moment, and Geoff a little bit after that.

I can't be bothered getting a better picture of it but Eli's half-concerned half-weirded-out face after J's helium-like vocal line is very amusing to me

On the "eyes glowing red" line, Earl's eyes (which are white at this point) flash red for a very brief moment, basically blink-and-you-miss-it.

The colour-change on Eli's left eye is so subtle that at first I didn't notice it at all, and then I only noticed it later on in the video, and only now, doing this analysis and taking a dozen screencaps, do I realize that it happens way earlier than I first thought (which explains why he takes his glasses off at this point I guess) (so uh, that's a minor inconsistency in my fanfic but it's fine)

Shoutout to the makeup/SFX people who helped with this video honestly, they did a super good job, genuinely!

(In which the frame-by-frame scrubbing technique comes in real handy)

An interesting choice to have Layne go through a sort of "half-transformation" stage, where he has a horn and red eye on one side of the face, while the other side of the face is normal. I like it though!

People have said that Layne is meant to be the devil (who is in fact another Halloweentown resident, but honestly I think he's meant to be Lock, or at least a combination of the two, because this what the two characters look like:

See how Layne resembles Lock more? In the outfit choice if nothing else (Also he's kinda sorta got the right face shape for Lock imo). Also, Lock wears a red trick-or-treating mask with horns on top!

Earl is really distressed about his hair falling out (not that I can blame him, really)

This shot/moment is probably one of the ones that stands out to me the most (other than Certain Other Ones for Other Reasons that I will get to in a moment), because J comes across as pretty mournful here, like he knows what's happening but he's feeling really sad/regretful about it? (Also I only just noticed Eli's face in the background and I'm not sure what to make of it 😅)

"pog" is not a word in my vocabulary 95% of the time, but this is basically just Pog faces right? (Geoff and Layne probably have the most fun of the group in this video ngl)

(Also I haven't yet touched on Geoff's transformations but I love the contouring work on his face!)

My god this video is comedy gold when it comes to pausing/taking screenshots

I daresay Eli ends up one of the least recognizable of the group by the end of it (other than J), and I wanna know how long that took to do

Geoff is the only one in the video who gets an outfit upgrade (Good For Him)

They didn't bother being movie-accurate with Geoff's vampire appearance, and honestly I'm definitely not complaining. (they made him hotter)

Layne did the music arrangement, but Geoff was in charge of the video production. How much say did he have over his own costume/appearance I wonder?

Visually speaking at least, nobody is even paying attention to him, they're just like "yeah that's just Geoff, normal behaviour, nothing new" 😆

I can't get a decent picture of it but shoutout to Layne doing a silly little run around the pumpkin stack, love that for him

Another small moment that a screencap wouldn't do justice: even as a vampire, Geoff still does his little self-conducting hand motions, which you might notice as he walks around the pumpkin stack, in the shot right after his "filling your dreams to the brim with fright" line

Also love Geoff's little almost-Elvis-like moves in the background for a brief scene. I know multiple commenters have mentioned it, but I'm yet to see a reactor notice it

Suddenly Layne is Concerned(tm) about Geoff's vampireness it seems?

Also for someone who very much adores this guy, it took me an embarassingly long time to realise that Geoff's face at this point had become paler and his hairline had changed (and actually now that I type it up here, I think that might even be a wig? Oh dear)

I don't really have anything to say about J's full transformation, but it would be unfair of me to not include him as well, and it's definitely a *very* impressive costume. Almost like one of those rubbery fully-covering-the-head costume mask things, but like it's his actual face?

Is that tattoo real or fake, because I literally have never noticed it in any other Voiceplay video, but it's very realistic! (For that matter, what aobut Earl's upper-arm tattoo that kind of looks like a ring of barbed wire?)

I basically watch the This Is Halloween opening scene from The Nightmare Before Christmas every October, and same with the What's This scene in December, but I had never actually watched the movie in full until December last year. So basically when they had the axe-in-the-head moment in the movie I was like ohhhhhhh so that wasn't just a random moment that Voiceplay dreamed up for the video! (I had a similar moment with the Mr Hyde character and his Mini Mr Hydes in his hat in the movie, but in relation to Voiceplay's Kidnap The Sandy Claws video)

When Elizabeth Zharoff/The Charismatic Voice reacted to this video, she said that the kid at the end (Layne's nephew, apparently), was "adorable". Meanwhile Mortius' reaction to the end scene was "oh I didn't like that! It makes me feel like I'm next!" 😂

Also suddenly just realized that the "real world" scenes are in a different aspect ratio to the "spooky dream realm" scenes? Possibly intentional, but also possibly just due to them using two different types of cameras for the shots.

And that's a wrap! I was hoping to get this done and posted last night but it took longer than expected. Hope you enjoyed it, as I'm thinking of writing up at least one or two more now, and scheduling them for daily releases. See ya!

[not-too-shoddy]

Chapstick Keychain Holders

One of my favorite accessories I have ever owned is a leather chapstick holder I got for Christmas one year. It has a keyring so I can attach it to my keys and even bought a couple after to have as backup. So when I started to sew, I figured everyone would love a chapstick holder with a keyring, but... I have only sold one.

And believe me, I made quite a few of these...

I even tried a different design the first time, which I really liked but couldn't remember how I did it!

So as the year came to an end, I made a bunch matching wallets and chapstick holders for family members, who loved them. Here is one of the examples that I made. The fabric is flannel and was from left over PJ material that I had made our little cousins. But the other wallets and holders I created were made from cotton I bought from Hobby Lobby / Joann's or from fat quarters picked up from other stores in the area that sell fabric (Walmart, local stores, etc).

After this, I decided to stick a digital item on my Etsy page to help people make their own chapstick holders. And it's ended up being a top seller of mine.

This PDF I have created is for beginner and advanced crafters who are interested in a step-by-step tutorial on how to make the chapstick holder on their own. Not only does the document have the walkthrough, but the pattern is included as well.

So far the feedback has been great regarding this PDF, so if you're interested in purchasing this tutorial, you can find it HERE.

If you're looking to check out the chapstick holders that I've created, you can find them in my Handmade Keyrings section.