#Mia maples

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Women showing you how easy it is to sew! For those interested in starting to make their own clothes.

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My month in media - October 2024

Film

Jackpot

Longlegs

TV

Cardcaptor Sakura

The Mentalist

Love Is Blind

OJ: Made in America

The Perfect Couple

Find Me in Paris

Game Changer

Succession

Books

The Disappearing Act - Catherine Steadman

The Girls Are All So Nice Here - L. E. Flynn

Perfect - L. A. Kessler

The Kind Worth Killing - Peter Swanson

The Kind Worth Saving - Peter Swanson

Podcasts

Respect the Dead

Mormon Stories

YouTube

The Short n’ Sweet Tour

State of Kait

Mia Maples

Games

Cardcaptor Sakura: Memory Key

Faerie Fragments

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Just @miamaples ✨🥂🌷

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[did-they-mention-disability]

mia maples reviews a power lift recliner in her latest unsponsored sponsor video, despite mentioning she herself sometimes has enough back pain to require assistance getting up she repeatedly perceives the chair as being for old people, including asking "how old do you have to be to get motion sick from a chair" and saying if she keeps it it will be "to let my grandmas fight over it". she does mention "if you have trouble getting up" or "if you have trouble lifting things" but other than that it's entirely old people.

[dreamhousecafe]

YouTuber recs that give Mia Maples vibes?

[aka-tua-braindump]

Is fan mail not a thing anymore?

Trying to send out the last of my christmas cards but realizing fan mail addresses seem to be a thing of the past...

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<3

[creatively-cosmic]

i lovve @nuzlight-mia :333 so i drew a mia and a few of our mn guys if they were in the blacklight!!! god i love blacklight palettes

[orangedogsquad]

Typical evening in our house

[tiger-balm]

Oh bert was so cute for this

[jetsteelyourheart]

Its Chapter 2 time Bloodlines Baes

Chapter Summary:

Adrian has a kinda shit day

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annie cesta week. day #2 - walk, walk fashion baby

summary: follow annie on her journey as she transforms a tackalacious gown from her capitol victory tour into something more district 4 appropriate (and still just as glamorous. bc our girl is glamorous.)

1.5k, i hope you go "who is this DIVA!" the entire time you read this

This dress is all kinds of wrong. 

No surprise there. Annie’s been saying that ever since she saw the initial design for it. 

Sure, it’s not hideous. And, yes, the material feels very nice against her bare skin. But it’s just not her.

No one in the Capitol knows anything about Annie, but they all like to pretend they do. If they had it their way, they’d probably surgically attach starfish to her hair so that she forever reminds them of the ocean. 

Annie obviously loves the ocean. It doesn’t even matter if it’s for work or play. But all these ocean motifs they slapped onto one of her gowns from the Victory Tour is a little too on the nose.

She had begged them to let her keep it. She even cried a little. She couldn’t help it. This was supposed to be her District 4 dress, so why did it look so Capitol?

It’s okay if you don’t get it. She hadn’t really expected anyone to, but there’s one thing that the Capitol has right about her: she can’t let things go. And, right now, she will not rest until she finds a way to revamp this tacky dress into something totally stylish.

First order of business: she needs to seam rip the starfish and sea urchins decorating the fluffy expanse of sea green tulle. Fortunately for her, she gets them all off. Unfortunately for her, not having access to her sewing supplies for so long has made her incredibly rusty. The first layer of the skirt is practically ruined.

Well, that’s okay. It wasn’t practical to wear something so heavy and layered in Four, anyway, so she peels back some more tulle until she gets something appropriately thin and breezy.

Second thing’s second: the silhouette is all wrong. It drags on the ground unless she’s wearing high heels, but she’s officially swapped out her stilettos for sandals. She grabs at a pair of scissors with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. She can’t help it—if only the Capitol could see her now.

Snip. Snip. Snip. Take that, you unstylish freaks.

Annie tries the dress on, doing a couple of spins and some rather fierce poses in the mirror. The color of the fabric reminds Annie of a matching skirt and blouse her best friend owns. Think of how cute they’d look tearing up the town like that.

Two piece sets were so in this summer. She’s definitely gonna have to do something about that. 

She tugs the dress off, tracking down her favorite crop top and most beloved pair of shorts, and uses the hemlines as a guideline. She really wants to balance out the higher waist with a teeny tiny top. According to the magazine on her bedside table, that was also very in for the summer, and the publication date on that traced back to a mere two months ago. Things couldn’t have changed that much while she was away.

And, even if they did, Annie doesn’t really care. She has a really cute freckle on her ribcage that she fully intends on showing off. 

So she makes the skirt mini. And she splits the dress in half. And she stores away the extra fabric in her designated craft bin.

It’s missing something, obviously. It’s missing everything, like glitter and bows and lace and beading, but she gets tired a lot more easily now. It sucks—it really sucks, actually, sucks so bad that she gets angry about it most days—but she’s starting to learn that most things about her new life suck. And she can either pout about it and never start another project again or ride it out and steadily add to her collection of DIY-ed outfits. 

Annie chooses the latter. She’s always loved making clothes, and she finds some sort of twisted satisfaction in knowing that she just performed some serious surgery on a Capitol gown. If only her stylist could see her now. She’d blow a gasket.

The thought makes Annie laugh herself to sleep. She’s even smiling when she wakes back up. Granted, it’s the middle of the night, but she doesn’t need to follow a routine now. She already graduated high school. Her parents don’t trust her to get back to work. And, besides, 2am was prime crafting hours. It’s where her best ideas hatch.

Speaking of good ideas, Annie eyes the cape that came with the dress. It’s a glittery amalgamation of light green jewels, and she honestly had no idea what to do with it until now. It’s pretty, absolutely, but it’s just not practical. Capes are so District 7. (She’s not lying. One time, Finnick told her a fairytale about some girl in a cape getting eaten by a wolf, which was so not Annie’s style.)

Annie is picking up her scissors in no time. Scrounging around for a ruler, she cuts up strips of the cape so she can decorate the hemline of her miniskirt with it. Admittedly, she forgot to account for the length the raw hem gave her, so she needs the extra coverage now that she sewed everything up.

She tries it on. Watches her ass in the mirror as she walks. Takes a moment to admire her ass in the mirror. Then she’s back to work. 

She chews on the inside of her cheek as she brainstorms new ways to use more of the cape. No amount of revamping could make the bustier look casual, and she doesn’t want it to be. She just wants to add in her own District 4 twist. She wracks her brain once again for ideas.

Ribbons. Bows. Beads. Lace. Ribbons. Bows—

Lace! She can use the cape to lace up the bustier!

So, obviously, she gives it the same treatment she gave the dress: one big chop down the center. Except this time she reminds herself to cut vertically instead of horizontally. Her design would be totally ruined if she split the bustier open the wrong way. 

She pokes at the edge with her scissors, trying to visualize where she wants the holes to be. She even grabs an old oversized shirt and cuts it up as practice.

She’s lacing the bustier up in no time, trying it on once again. She strikes another round of poses in the mirror. Her boyfriend is right—her tits really are mermaid levels of entrancing. She crosses her arms over her chest to make them pop just a bit more. 

Okay. Break over. 

Now that everything is sewed together and fitted to her body, here comes the fun part: decorating. Annie lays the outfit down on her carpeted floor, admiring the glittery trim on the skirt and the matching embellishment on the top. Maybe she can even use some more of the cape for some straps if she really feels like pulling out her sewing needles again. (She doesn’t—not right now, at least. If she has to pull out one more pin cushion, she’ll puke.)

She grabs her box of scrap pieces of fabric and fishes through the pile. She layers two pieces of lace in an X shape over the skirt, kinda giving the illusion of pockets. (Remind her to sew on pockets later.) She adds a glittery butterfly charm to the waistband to complement the belly ring that Finnick already promised he’s gonna get with her. (Piercings are hot. Finnick is somehow hotter.) Then something else in the box catches her eye.

Velveteen gloves. She’s had that in her stash for ages, but she never found an excuse to wear them. She never went anywhere fancy enough (couldn’t afford it) or went to any cool dinner parties (her parents hardly let her party anywhere when she was younger), but she’s determined to string together a girl’s night soon. Also, Finnick loves cooking fancy meals for them. Maybe she’ll whip this ensemble out one night. 

Since she still has a ton of seafoam green tulle left over, she grabs a fistful of the stuff and picks out the thinnest tendril she can find. She twists it into a bow and sticks it onto her glove. She adds a pearl to the center.

She surveys her creation: a miniskirt and matching crop top with lacy and sparkly detailing. Gloves that would give the president himself a run for his money. And she could even use a combination of the tulle and cape for some lace-up stockings.

That’s a perfect idea. Sunshine floods into her room by the time she’s finally finished. That’s her cue to finally get to sleep, but she’s relieved Finnick finds her and gently coaxes her awake before she has a nightmare. As her boyfriend, she is pleased to report that he knows how to treat her—even all her unconscious desires.

He grins at her as soon as she opens her eyes. He grins even harder when she shows him her outfit, even though she knows her ramblings are still sticky and sluggish with sleep.

“That is so fucking cool, Annie. You’re so fucking cool. Seriously.” 

She thanks him with a kiss and an equally enthusiastic compliment, but he expresses the extent of his awe after breakfast. He constructs a makeshift stage out of their couch cushions and uses their curtains to frame the scene. Annie’s family and Mags gather around and watch him get theatrical. Annie hides a giggle behind her palm. 

“For one night and one night only, I present to you the one and only Annie Cresta.”

He yanks the curtain back in one swift flourish. Annie strikes a pose.

[mysticmiav]

For how much I love Kazuha I don't talk about him or draw him enough and I need to fix that

He's litrly been on my team since his release cuz I both love his play style and I just feel happy having him on the team and playing and exploring with him wkfjsj not to mention he's just very fun to watch and play