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yarnings · 6 years ago

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Avuncular Advice

Whoo hoo! I’ve made a second update! On time even. Of course, this exhausts most of what I’ve written for the story, so we’ll see if the third one happens. Let me know what you think.

This is a continuation of Le Tricoteur, as requestedinspired by @missclairebelle‘s comment

Previously

After he closed up the shop that evening, Ian didn’t go straight home. He needed some advice. And so he swung by his aunt and uncle’s house. Letting himself in with the key they gave him when he was 15, he called a greeting.

“Hi Uncle Jamie!”

“Hi Ian. Ye didn’t specify in yer phone call, but I kept some dinner for ye in case ye hadn’t eaten yet.” Ian perked up at the mention of food. Once again, he had forgotten to take a dinner break, and became quite hungry upon being reminded of the fact.

Jamie wasted no time in heating up the food and putting it on the table in front of Ian, who finished removing his outer layers and washing up just in time to eat. While Ian enthusiastically dug into the large plate, Jamie went to the basement stairs and called down to his wife. “Claire, Ian’s here.” A faint reply floated back, and Jamie came to sit with his nephew. “Yer Auntie Claire needs a few minutes to finish up, then she’ll wash herself up and come join us.”

Conscious of the deadline that his aunt’s impending arrival put on matters, Ian looked up from his meal. “Uh, Uncle,” he started.

“Out wi’ it Ian. What’s her name?”

“Uncle Jamie!”

“Given yer love life, I cannot imagine ye’d need to be asking me for advice about sex, so ye’re clearly wanting relationship help.”

After confirming yet again that he didn’t have the ability to set someone on fire just by glaring at them, Ian gave in to his curiosity. “How did ye ken?”

Jamie gave a snort of laughter. “Mmmph. I’ve been an uncle for more than 30 years, Ian. Between you and yer older siblings, I am well aware of what ‘Uh, uncle’ in that tone of voice means."

Ian winced in recognition of the truth of this. “Fine. I met a lass, and I need some advice.”

“I’ll do what I can, Ian, but why are ye asking me? Wouldn’t the lasses in yer Friday night knitting group know better what works? Things have changed since yer Auntie Claire and I got together, and I can’t even offer ye a lass’ perspective. From what ye say this is the sort of thing that gets discussed.”

“Oh, it’s definitely the sort of thing that gets discussed. How did ye think I knew I wanted to ask ye instead of them? I’m not looking for a horror story of a relationship like they end up in. Ye and Auntie Claire have one of the best relationships I can think of. And ye’re easier to talk to than my parents. I don’t have to think about … mmmph. Besides, “ Ian looked down at his plate and dropped to a mumble. “there’s a chance she’ll be back tomorrow. I can’t wait until Friday.”

“Hmmm… have ye tried looking pitiful at her? Like a helpless puppy? I don’t know that getting her attention by getting injured would help unless she’s a doctor like yer aunt is.”

“Uncle Jamie, I don’t know the first thing about her. For all I know she’s a doctor, but I barely got her name. I don’t even know if she’s single, if she’s interested, or even if she likes men.”

At this point Ian’s Aunt Claire emerged from the basement to join the conversation. She gave Ian a hug in passing, and adroitly avoided getting goosed by her husband as she pulled up a chair next to him.

“Ian, tell me you’re not asking your uncle for dating advice. His idea of how to let me know he was interested was to be very courteous and polite about giving me space and not pushing to the point where I apologised three times for taking up his time when I asked him to accompany me to my friend’s wedding so I wouldn’t have to deal with matchmaking. Did you maybe want to ask me instead?”

“Och, Sassenach, that’s no’ fair, he came to me first.”

“And what was our deal? You can handle relationship questions after an actual relationship starts. I handle them until that point.”

“Yer aunt has a point, ye know. Waiting until someone asks ye out isn’t the most useful skill ever. Or the healthiest way of dealing with things.”

“Well, it’s what I did with Emily,” said Ian glumly. “And we know how well that worked out. So listening to Auntie Claire is probably a good idea. Although,” and at this he turned to his aunt. “Ye tend to be a little on the blunt side. Are ye going to be able to tell me what Rachel would find too pushy or creepy?”

“So her name is Rachel?” Jamie jumped in eagerly.

“Yes, uncle. Rachel Hunter. She wanted to get some yarn for her brother, but didn’t know enough to know that she was looking for. She said she’d be back.”

Claire started to look very interested. “I don’t suppose you know her brother’s name?”

“She didn’t say – oh, wait, she did. Denny I think.”

“Ok, I know who we’re talking about. Dr. Hunter is doing his speciality training with us. I think I may have even mentioned your store when he said he knits. And before you ask, no, I am not going to try and play matchmaker. This is the only time I am giving you insider information, and I’m only providing the flow of information in one direction. Ball’s in your court. Rachel moved here with her brother – her job is all remote work anyhow, so it doesn’t matter where she’s based, and they’ve very close since their parents passed away. I’m fairly sure she’s currently single, and Dr. Hunter has referred to an ex-boyfriend, so she’s presumably interested in men. I have no idea if she’s looking for a relationship right now, but I do know that she hasn’t had much of a chance to get to know what there is to do around here, so if you can convince her that the yarn store is the happening place to be I’m sure she’ll be back, and then you can try your Uncle Jamie’s technique. ” She sighed.

“But, Ian, just remember that this isn’t magic, right? No matter how interested she might be in the store, no matter what advice I give you, you can’t force her to like you. We don’t want to see you hurt if you fall in love before there’s a relationship.”

Too late. Ian thought. It wasn’t just how she looked – there was something there, something beyond what he could put his finger on. Sure, he knew that he loved the fact that she had so confidently tried to do something which it turned out she wasn’t ready for, and for how well she’d handled that. But there was something more. With a lightness he didn’t feel, he replied. “No worries. And I will keep in mind that ‘no’ is a valid answer. With most of my customers being women – or recommended by women – I really can’t afford to get a reputation for creeping on women who come into the store.”

Claire got back up and rumpled Ian’s hair. “Well, I’m glad to hear that your feet are still firmly planted on terra firma. Now, I’m heading upstairs to shower. You can get advice from your uncle without him worrying that I’ll lose all interested once he’s revealed his secrets.” The kiss she gave Jamie gave the lie to this cynical view, and Ian discreetly focused on his food again.

Once Claire had gone back upstairs, Jamie and Ian sat in companionable silence for a while again while Ian finished his food.

“Ye ken that ye can’t blame yerself for Emily?” Jamie lifted a hand to forestall Ian’s reflexive disagreement. “I’m not trying to say that ye didn’t make any mistakes. But there were two of ye in that relationship, and she’s the one who left. I understand that she had her reasons, and even if she had stayed and ye two had tried to work at it there’s no guarantee that ye’d have succeeded in the long run. But ye can’t blame yerself for failing at a task ye never got a chance to try.”

Ian thought about what his uncle had said – trying his best to believe it past the lingering hurt from the failure of his first serious relationship.

“But how do I learn from something I never did? I mean, we like to think that we learn from our mistakes, but if it just happened, then what’s to stop it from happening again?”

Jamie glowered at his nephew. “Two things. First, I didn’t say ye didn’t make any mistakes at all. Second, ye can’t guarantee that it won’t. Even if ye had entirely driven Emily away on yer own, and ye had learned from that and could guarantee that it wouldn’t happen again, that doesn’t say anything about making new mistakes. Or guaranteeing that the two of ye are a good match. Ye do yer best, that’s all. Granted, if ye maybe waited until ye were married before ye tried to start a family there might have been less heartbreak. “

Ian returned his own glower, but he had to acknowledge that his uncle had a point. Not that he really thought they should have bothered to get married, but while a discussion about what they were each looking for in the relationship, and where they were going might have resulted in a less traumatic split. Before he had to acknowledge any other unpalatable truths his uncle continued.

“What ye can do is just focus on yer relationship. There’s no guarantees, so don’t worry about trying to make them. Make her, make yer relationship priorities. If there’s a fight, talk about it. Apologise if ye’ve hurt her. Listen to what she needs, and take it seriously. If ye are serious about someone, and ye’re sure that yer life is better with her in it than without, ye need to be prepared to make compromises that ye wouldn’t do for any other reason. And Ian, this is the important part. If she’s not willing to do the same for ye, ye can’t force it. I know that ye want something like what yer parents have, but ye will be happier in the long run if ye wait for the right person, no matter how long ye have to wait.”

Mindful of people’s needs to be up in the morning, Ian left not long afterwards, with admonitions to ask if he needed more advice ringing in his ears. He headed to his flat, amused by the fact that his Uncle still thought that Ian used his parents as relationship inspiration.

#Outlander #Outlander fanfic #fan fiction #Le tricoteur #Yarn store AU #Ian Og/Rachel Hunter #Ian Murray/Rachel Hunter #Ian/Rachel #my work #once again if I have made a huge cultural misstep let me know #I'll try to fix it

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makinguselessthings · 7 years ago

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Whoo-hoo! I got bit by the knitting bug everyone. I am so psyched about making stuff. I can’t wait. I have planned out all of my stashed yarn projects. I have planned all of my future to-be-purchased projects. I have some really fun projects lined up. I am ready to get those needles moving.

Ok, sorry, I will try to calm down. It has just been a long time since I could dedicate my whole heart and soul to knitting. I am not quite there, probably wont be able to until December. I just want to be prepared for next year. I want to achieve at least a few of my 2017 knitting goals.

#knitting #yarn #yarn stack #fiber #fiber art #projects #goals #future plans

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getyourshittogetherkenny-blog · 7 years ago

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I’m not gay!

Kyle Broflovski X Male!reader

This is Jazzy’s first reader insert! Read with care my lovelies!

Prompt: “You’d never believe me if I told you that I_____, buts its true and I can prove it!”

“Dude, did you hear about the argument Craig and Tweek had the other day? It was brutal.” Stan asked concerned.

“Yeah. Hope things will be alright, they’ve been dating longer than anyone else in this school.” Kyle answered raising a thick eyebrow. Stan visibly brightened up at the mention of relationships.

“Speaking of, Wendy wanted to talk to me when I got to school.” The dark-haired teen quickly started to scan the semi-crowded halls for said woman. Even in high school, their relationship is off and on.

“Dude seriously? This is the second time you guys have gotten back together this month.” He inquired exasperatedly. Kyle thought their whole relationship was a load of bullshit. Stan’s constant swooning was annoying because he would talk endlessly about her.

Stan was about to respond until he caught sight of his “dream girl” at her locker. The ginger narrowed his eyes and elbowed the taller teen, obviously trying to get his attention again. Stan adjusted his hat and strode across the room to greet Wendy. Leaving Kyle to stare unbelieving at his retreating back before hurrying to catch up.

“Hey Wendy, you wanted to see me, right?” Stan asked breathless. His cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red. Wendy peeked out from behind her locker door and immediately smiled at the teen.

“Good morning Stan.” She greeted before glancing at the Jewish boy and continuing, “ Yeah, but can we talk. In private.” Kyle rolled his eyes at the obvious jab from the volleyball captain. Stan eyed his friend for a moment before agreeing to Wendy’s request.

“Great! Here Kyle, hold this. We’ll be right back.” Wendy thrusts her bright yellow purse and notebooks into his lithe arms before grabbing Stan’s arm. The tall boy threw a quick thumbs up at his friend over his shoulder as he was being lead away.

Once the two love birds were out of sight, Kyle let out a loud groan of annoyance as he adjusted the colorful notebooks into his arm and securing the purse into his free hand. He pulled out his phone and decided to scroll through social media to pass the time.

“Jesus Kenny, don’t you shower? You smell like shit.” Cartman’s obnoxious voice drifted around the corner, but Kyle paid no attention as he was still wrapped up in the latest Kardashian drama. After all these years, the ginger finally learned to drown out his stupid voice.

“Shut up, maybe the inside of your nose just sme-” Kenny’s muffled retort was cut off by the sight of Kyle. Better yet, the position he was standing in. Hand on a jutted out hip with notebooks tucked under his arm while his other hand held a blindingly bedazzled yellow purse and his cell phone. The two boys looked and each other and had one thought go though their minds.

Gay.

The fat teen threw his head back and laughed boisterously, startling Kyle. “What the fuck, Cartman?” Said teen exclaimed. Kenny just continued to stare slack-jawed before smirking and chuckling.

“Digging the new look Kyle.” The blond said coolly, throwing up an eyebrow flirtatiously. The comment making the brunette laugh harder. The ginger watched Cartman double over and clutch his stomach confused. He glanced between the pair before realizing that he was holding. “Wow Kyle, didn’t know you were so gay!” Cartman wheezed.

“What?!” The Jew’s voice rose an octave as he dropped the purse and notebooks. “I’m not gay! Wendy just wanted me to hold her things!” His face flushed scarlet as he rambled.

The fat teen stood up, wiping his eyes and clutching Kenny’s shoulder for support. “Stop denying it, Kyle. You might as well change your occupation to professional dick-sucker.” Cartman could barely finish the sentence as he began to laugh again, bringing the blond along with him into his laughing fit.

The short teen furrowed his brows, “Shut up fat ass. I’m not gay and I can prove it!” He yelled at the two. His hands shook violently as he fought the blush on his pale cheeks.

“Alright then, prove it!” Kenny challenged the freckled teen with a smirk. Cartman took this moment to place a requirement. “Yeah, you have to kiss a guy!” Both the blond and the ginger looked at him confused and concerned.

“How is that going to prove anything?” Kyle countered angrily. What the fuck was that suppose to fix? If anything it would just give the two idiots more reasons to continue to call him gay.

“Shut up you Jew!” The offensive teen snarled, “You need to kiss a guy to see if you really aren’t gay!” He finished with an evil glint in his eye. Kenny preceded to nod his head, a growing smile on his face.

“Yeah, yeah! And if you end up catching feelings, then it’ll prove that you really are gay!” He added throwing in a punch to Kyle’s shoulder. The Jewish teen looked at his friend unsure, before finally agreeing.

“Fine. Whatever.” He attempted to sound uninterested, but his slight stutter and flushed face said otherwise. “Who do I have to kiss? I doubt that I could just walk up to anyone and do that without them wanting to beat the shit out of me.”

Cartman rubbed his double chin in thought, “Hmm. Lets see.” He hummed almost comically while Kenny merely did a quick scan around the halls. “Hey what about (Y/N)? Isn’t he gay?” Kyle glanced across the walkway to where the boy stood.

“No way dude! That was just a rumor.” Kyle quickly looked away from (Y/N)’s back. A rumor was spread a few weeks back about the boy being a homosexual. It wasn’t confirmed or denied, so it just dissipated until everyone nearly forgot about it.

“We picked him Kyle, so you have to do it! Do it or you’ll be known as Mr. Sucksonballs for the rest of your life!” Cartman demanded loudly, catching the attention of a couple of students.

The short boy sharply shushed the fatty with a finger over his lips. “Shut up Fat Ass! Fine I’ll do it.” Kyle rushed to the boy at a rushed speed, in an attempt to get it over with before the morning bell. Once he reached (Y/N), he breathed a sigh of relief that there were hardly any students near the area.

“Hey Kyle. Do you need anythi-”

“(Y/N) I need you to kiss me!” Kyle interrupted abruptly, startling the teen. (Y/N) just stood there staring at the freckled teen. He was searching for any sign of a practical joke.

“Are you serious? Is this a joke? Because its not funny.” (Y/N)’s brows knitted together in frustration. Kyle’s face scrunched up in annoyance. He just wanted it over and done with as soon as possible. He sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose.

“Look. You’d probably never believe me if i told you this without context, but I’m not gay. I can prove it! You just have to kiss me.” He explained hurriedly. His heart drummed in his chest at an almost unbearable rate.

“You know what, fine. What else do I have to lose.” (Y/N) admitted dejectedly. He closed his eyes and leaned in quickly, barely brushing his lips against Kyle’s. The ginger barely had time to react before the mysterious teen pulled away. (Y/N)’s cheeks were barely a pink tint as opposed to Kyle’s who sported a cherry red.

“There, happy? Now would you people please just leave me alone.” (Y/N) turned away and slammed his locker door for added emphasis. Kyle backed up slowly before turning and rushing back to rub it in their faces that he proved them wrong.

“I’m not gay! I proved you wrong!” The freckled boy pointed a thumb at himself in pride. Both boys glanced at each other in disbelief before laughing harder than unexpectedly loud. “Kyle, you stupid Jew, that’s not a kiss!” Kenny buried his face into the crook of his arm in an attempt to stifle his laugh. “Its got to be longer or it doesn’t count!” Cartman gasped out in between chuckles.

“Jesus Christ! Seriously?!” In a flush-induced rage, Kyle turned around swiftly and chased after the boy walking down the hall. “(Y/N)!” He bellowed out.

(Y/N) sighed, expecting the worst. “What do you want no-” He was cut off as Kyle grabbed the unsuspecting teen by the arms and pressed his thin lips against the teen.

Kyle could truly feel how soft his lips were against his chapped ones. The longer the kiss lasted, the more things the pale teen noticed about a kiss with (Y/N). His heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage painfully. Kyle put pressure behind his lips subconsciously as (Y/N) firmly gripped his biceps for more support.

“Whoo-Hoo! Go Kyle!” Wendy cheered as a confused Stan stood silently beside her. Kyle’s eyes widened as he realized how many other students were watching the two of them. Both of them released each other in a hurry, their faces completely red and their hands trembling. Neither of the two could even look at the other’s face.

The silence was broken by the obnoxious laughter of the two idiots that put Kyle in this situation. “Well done Kyle! You sure proved us wrong!” Cartman Shouted above the hushed whispers of his fellow classmates. Their laughing was cut short by the morning bell.

Cartman and Kenny strode away, still chuckling about the whole situation. (Y/N) has since run off to class in a flurry of embarrassment. Leaving Kyle, Stan, and Wendy in the halls.

“Dude, what just happened?” Stan asked still shocked at the turn of events with a giggling Wendy beside him. Kyle didn’t respond, so the dark haired boy shook the ginger’s shoulder gently, coaxing him out of his daze. The shorter male looked at his friends before opening his mouth slowly.

He spoke slowly in a trembling voice “I’m not gay.” His voice cracked at the last word.

#Admin Jazzy #South Park #Fanfiction #readerinsert #Reader insert #kyle broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x reader #Male! reader #jazzy write

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rosie-love98 · 5 years ago

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A Gift For Santa by Rosie-Love98

It’s not Christmas yet, but I couldn’t wait to share this. Hopefully, I’ll make a newer version. Also, here’s the story:

It all began way, way back in time. Santa’s Castleland Workshop was fully finished, new elves came from far off lands to work, and the Claus couple were married for only two years. In the month of March, the Winter Warlock, the Kringles and Topper the penguin were met with a wonderful surprise when Kris (a.k.a. “Claus”) and his wife, Jessica, had announced that a new addition will arrive soon. At this, everyone had made preparations. Building new toys, knitting blankets and clothes, and making a nice cradle. All present and accounted for. Eight months later, December had arrived once more. But the 24th was no different than any other day for Kris Kringle. True, he and his wife celebrated Christmas Eve, along with their third year anniversary. However, he would still have to make nightly visits to children all over the world, delivering toys under the nose of the wicked Burgermeister Meisterburger who was still hunting him down. Anyway, with a kiss (and extra chocolate chip cookies) from Jessica, Kris got into the loaded sleigh and away he went with the reindeer. Once getting the trip done, Claus had made it home by about 7:00 A.M. However, instead of Jessica being the first to welcome him home, he was met with the Winter Warlock and Topper. “Hey, Mister Warlock.”, Kris spoke in surprise. “Oh-uh-Claus, Winter, please.” “Where’s Jessica? She’s usually here to meet me. Then, again, she’s probably asleep with the baby and all...” Winter and Topper looked at eachother and nervously back at Claus. “Well…”, started the magic one, “You’re partially right…” “What do you mean?” “Right now, as we speak, she is having the child. It's been almost two hours already.” “WHAT?!”, Kris jumped in shock with his blue eyes widening. Landing on the floor with a *THUD!*, he is held up by his two friends. “Th-Thanks, now come on!” With his companions catching up to him, the Kringle man rushed through the halls (where the Kringles and the elves were pacing the floor) to the door of his bedroom. Yet, as he was getting close, his adopted mother, Tante Kringle, ran outside with great joy. “Kris! Kris!”, she cried, “I was about to look for you!” “Why? What happened? Is she alright? Are her and the baby are alright?” “Of course, dear! Jessica had given birth to a healthy girl and both are doing perfectly fine!” “YIPPEE!! WHOO-HOO!!”, Kris cheered along with everyone else, “WE GOT A GIRL!! WE GOT A GIRL!! I’M A FATHER!! YAHOO!!” Tante couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t just stand out here. Go in and see them.” She didn’t need to tell him twice. Within a second, Claus went through the doors only to find Jessica in bed holding a light-red blanket bundled to wrap a small baby girl. She looked like a miniature version of her mother with having more reddish hair thanks to her father who had also gave her his big, blue eyes. Upon the image, Kris could only look in awe as he kneels at Jessica’s bed side. “Aw…”, he gasped with a chuckle, “Wiggle my ears and tickle my toes...methinks I see a baby’s nose…It’s more than a nose. There’s a whole baby attached to it.” With a giggle, Jessica gives her daughter to her father, “Meet your little girl, Kris.” “Hello, little lady.”, Claus gently said to the babe, “Have you been good this year?” The infant giggled with her parents. Yet, a thought had just hit Mr. Kringle. “So, what do you think we oughta call her?” “Why not ‘Natalie’? Doesn’t it mean ‘Born on Christmas’?” “ Hmm… ‘Natalie Claus”...I love it! And for a middle name, what about ‘Eve’, after your mother?” Jessica thought for a moment, “ ‘Natalie Eve Claus’...Oh, Kris, it’s beautiful.” And so, Natalie Eve Claus would grow up in a castle full of toys, magic and (most importantly) love. The End...for now .

#KrisKringle #Jessica #JessicaKringle #santaclausiscomingtotown #rankinbass

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moviemavengal · 7 years ago

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Zoe Kazan and Kumail Nanjiani appear in The Big Sick by Michael Showalter, an official selection of the Premieres program at the 2017 Sundance Film Festival. Courtesy of Sundance Institute | photo by Nicole Rivelli.

I have been anticipating The Big Sick‘s theatrical release since it started a bidding war at Sundance in January. There was a slow roll out of the film, first just NY and LA and then adding a few cities each weekend until finally it came to my Chicago Suburb. It made it to 5th in the US box office last weekend. I saw it on a Wednesday matinee and it was nearly sold out! On a Wed at 1:30! (Granted it was Senior discount day, but still!)

I was worried the film wouldn’t live up to my hightened expectations — the trailer is so amusing, but I shouldn’t have worried. I loved it!

I wasn’t familiar with Kumail Nanjiani really, as I’ve only watched a few episodes of his HBO series Silicon Valley. He just is so charming and sweet in this film. He immigrated to the US from Pakistan when he was 18, and has a tight knit family. His father requested that Anupam Kher play him in the film, and they finally found a cousin of Anupam’s to reach him in India. When Anupam first called Kumail after he read the script, Kumail hung up on him because he thought it was a prank!

Zenobia Shroff, who I think has a few Bollywood credits, plays Kumail’s mother in the film. Kumail wants to pursue a career as a stand up comic, but his family just wants him to take the LSAT and agree to an arranged marriage. His mother has girl after girl “just drop by” when Kumail is home for dinner with his family.

Kumail meets Emily at one of his stand up shows. She yells “Whoo Hoo” when he asks if anyone in the crowd is from Pakistan. Then he gently tells her she should never heckle even if it’s a positive thing. “Even if I yell out that you’re great in bed?” They have so much chemistry in the film. It’s adorable.

When Emily finds the cigar box full of pictures of Pakistani women his mother has been trying to set him up with, they have a huge argument and break up. Shortly afterwards Emily becomes seriously ill and is put into a medically induced coma in ICU. Kumail has to notify her parents, and it’s very awkward when they are all in the waiting room together at the hospital. Ray Romano and Holly Hunter play Emily’s parents, and they have a loving, but bickering relationship. It felt very real to me. Emily has told her parents about the breakup, so they don’t see any reason for Kumail to stay — but he has to.

Kumail has kept his relationship with Emily a secret from his family, because a cousin who married a non-Muslim white woman has been completely cut out of the family. He is torn by his love of Emily and his devotion to his family.

Even though I knew things would work out, I cried in this film. I also laughed out loud, and laughed a lot. It is so funny. Ray Romano and Holly Hunter were given license to improvise some of their lines, and they are gems. Judd Apatow is a producer on the film and helped Kumail Nanjiani and his wife Emily Gordon write the real life story of their rocky courtship into a workable script.

I heartily recommend you listen to Terry Gross’s interview with Kumail and Emily on Fresh Air. It’s fascinating hearing the process they went through to make this film with Apatow, and also more background on their families and relationship.

This film is about a real life conflict and a traumatic time in the lives of Kumail and Emily. I won’t spoil how it all works out, but it was glorious to watch it unfold. I highly, highly recommend that everyone see this film. It lives up to the hype, believe me. Just a delightful script, and great performances all around.

I’ve been reading about how we’re finally getting to see and hear Muslim-American stories. There was Hassan Minhaj’s fantastic comedy special Homecoming King and of course Aziz Ansari’s Master of None series also on Netflix. But this is the big time — a film on the big screen. This film was made before we were in the midst of the Trump presidency, but seems even more topical now.

#TheBigSick - My Favorite Rom Com film in years. I have been anticipating The Big Sick's theatrical release since it started a bidding war at Sundance in January.

#Anupam Kher #Aziz Ansari #BollyFools #Hassan Minhaj #Holly Hunter #Homecoming King #Judd Apatow #Kumail Nanjiai #Master of None #Michael Showalter #Ray Romano #Silicon Valley #The Big Sick #Video Review #Zenobia Shroff #Zoe Kazan

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tb5-heavenward · 8 years ago

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artwork by the fantastically talented @birdologist and animation by the lodestar of my heart, the inimitable @awkwardarbor

There’ve been some endorsements for Virgil to punch his father in the face. Lotta people want that to happen.

also as of this chapter, part 8 is 30k long! whoo hoo!

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You can find Heavenward on Tumblr // Ao3 // ff.net

a_moment_of_dawn - part 16

His brother's dead, and their father killed him.

That isn't true.

But Virgil keeps hearing it in his head, singsong, like a nursery rhyme. John's dying, John's dead. Dad came back and killed him. He's been hearing it for nearly a week now, ever since Scott had first called, to relay what he'd had from Alan. Dad's alive, John's dying.

He'd been fully expecting John to die. Flying alone over the Pacific, he'd told himself that someone had to brace for that impact, because Scott was too caught up in the giddy impossibility of their father being alive, Alan couldn't be denied the possibility that he might manage to save his big brother's life, and no one even knew where the hell Gordon and Kayo were. Someone needed to be ready.

So Virgil got ready. John was dying, John would die, and then John would be dead.

That hadn't happened.

Instead, he'd spent four days in a GDF hospital, bereft of his partner and more or less incoherent with grief, and the truth about what he'd done and what had happened to him had started to come together.

John's story has been told around him, because he's been in no state to tell it on his own behalf. The people in his life put it together in bits and pieces, gathered their information from context, from the way he fit into the events that surrounded his disappearance. It was a story told secondhand, or from other perspectives, with parts still missing and questions still unanswered. Scott's had it from their father. Virgil's had it from Alan. Gordon's cobbled together a version of his own from both sides, plus whatever he's had from Penelope.

There's a version of the story that hasn't happened. There's a version of the story without their father in it, where John had retrieved EOS from the GDF's custody by whatever means were necessary, and done whatever it took to keep her safe, even if it took him out of the world entirely. There's a version where he disappeared, and died, and no one ever knew any better. There's a story in which their father returned to find his second son gone, in just the same manner as he'd left himself; and the punishment is almost adequate to the crime.

But in this version of the story, John's home. And their father isn't.

And, though he hasn't said it to Jeff's face, Virgil's deeply glad of the latter, for the sake of the former. As far as Virgil's concerned, his father's not welcome.

But he doesn't want to think about his father right now. His father's not here. And there's plenty to deal with in the wake of the damage he's done.

Virgil gets out of bed at eight every morning, to wake his brother up for a dose of the antibiotics he needs dripped directly into his bloodstream, to clear up the infection in his heart. That's working. He's getting better, and it shows. Virgil's the one making sure John eats, stays hydrated, showers. Occasionally he keeps John company, though if he's honest, lately Virgil has to admit that he prefers to stick to the basics. Care and maintenance, nudging and prodding his brother through all the things he's too numb and depersonalized to deal with himself. Practical goals. Observable results.

But nothing Virgil does actually touches the pain his brother's in, because his brother's grieving. And grief in John is something deeper and darker and scarier than Virgil's ever understood. It's the sort of thing that makes him stop talking, stop eating, stop wanting to be alive. What's happening now is a window into their childhood, back when losing their mother had nearly killed John, too.

Suffice it to say, it's been a lot to handle.

It's the end of a long day at the end of a long week, and Virgil's given himself permission to take a break. Not the first break, because there are plenty of people to spell him off—Grandma and Alan and Gordon and even Brains, in his way, have all been doing just the same as Virgil has, looking after John—but the first break where he's allowing himself some emotional distance, and deliberately not thinking about his brother. He's retreated to the safest, quietest place he knows. There's always some part of Thunderbird 2 that could do with some attention, even if it ends up just being busywork.

And all he wants is to work on his 'bird for a while. Something private, quiet, meditative. Clear his head after the week his family's had, get back some little piece of normalcy, when every part of his day-to-day has been pulled inside out, turned into something else. He wants something to think of that isn't his brother or his father; a problem that's his and his alone, a problem he can actually fix.

He gets about twenty minutes, alone with his own problems, before he hears the sound of someone moving around the cargo hold. Another five, and he hears his brother climbing up the ladder into the cockpit.

At this rate, he's not even going to get to fix this one stupid, simple problem.

Because Gordon clears his throat and kicks him lightly in the knee, and honestly, he's lucky Virgil doesn't kick him right back.

Flat on his back beneath the console in the cockpit of TB2, Virgil doesn’t look up from what he’s doing. What he’s doing is something he’s been putting off ever since it first became a problem—careful, fiddly rewiring of the underside of his control panel, trying to ferret out a wire that lights up his “check engine light” any time the starboard aileron adjusts beyond thirty-degrees out of neutral. It's the second time he's had a chance to try and fix it, and he doesn't want to be interrupted.

Gordon's apparently dead set on interrupting him anyway, and he clears his throat, pointedly, and nudges Virgil's shin this time, with the toe of a bare foot. This is the very height of stupidity and is therefore what actually gets Virgil to break off in the middle of what he's working on, rather than the fact that his little brother is actively trying to get his attention.

So Virgil carefully reattaches the wires he’d undone, slides out from beneath the console, and sits up. Generally Gordon’s the one who starts these conversations, but Virgil cuts him off before he can say anything, and his tone flat, irritated, as he snarls, "What?" A beat. "You know you shouldn't be down here without shoes on, you're gonna step on something sharp or drop something heavy or some other idiot thing like that. And that'll be the last damn thing I need."

Gordon probably doesn't deserve this kind of hostility, but Virgil doesn't especially care. And anyway his brother doesn't rise to it, remains annoyingly placid and calm as he answers, "Oh, right, the last damn thing you need. Wouldn't be an issue for me at all. Nah, c'mon. I'm being careful, V, chill out." At this, Gordon gestures with his left hand, as though demonstrating his point. "I'm acutely aware that I'm still delicate and fragile."

In spite of his irritation, Virgil feels the faintest twinge of guilt. It's John everyone's been focused on, but Gordon's picked up some damage of his own, though he still has far less to suffer than their older brother does. Gordon's always been astonishingly resistant to trauma, and apparently having one of his fingers lopped off by a maniac in Bangkok hasn't done any appreciable damage to his psyche. His left hand is still bandaged, but less than it had been, a sleeker downgrade from the bulky mess of bandages he'd been wearing when Brains had first patched him up. Tape and gauze and a hastily 3D-printed splint keep his finger still while it heals back into place, skin and nerves and bone knitting back together, the whole thing reattaching itself. Beyond this, there's the fading evidence of the places where he'd been hit in the face, bruised about the throat. Less obviously, invisibly, a few of his ribs are cracked, and he's only a week out from a moderate concussion. John's sick, but Gordon's injured, and it's easy to forget that.

Virgil's still a little short with him, as he prompts again, "Fine. What, Gordon? What do you want?"

Reticence isn't typical of Gordon, and so the few moments it takes him to shuffle his feet and clear his throat are particularly telling, indicative of something that might even be doubt, in the brother who tends most often to speak without thinking, and to say things he doesn't mean. Something about the set of his jaw and the way he straightens his posture should be the warning, but somehow Virgil misses the significance. Finally he clears his throat and gets right to the point.

"I want to go to London."

Dead air. Silence falls in TB2's cockpit. It's late in the afternoon, but none of the South Pacific sunshine makes it into the hangar, the lights glaring through TB2's forward ports are bright, sterile halogens. Virgil hasn't bothered starting up much more than the bare minimum of his 'bird's internal systems, just enough to power the forward console, enough power to light up the underside, so he can work. So it seems darker than it should be, seems like there's a shadow cast between them, in the one place where they've always worked together, regardless of whatever disasters are going on outside.

And abruptly Virgil doesn't want to be sitting on the ground for this discussion, doesn't want to be at any kind of disadvantage. So he gets to his feet, folds his arms across his chest, squares his shoulders. Answers the set of Gordon's jaw with a challenging lift of his chin. In short, does all the things he always does to remind Gordon that he's younger, smaller, and not nearly as stubborn, and if they get in an argument, it's not one Gordon will win. Virgil responds, appropriately scathing, "And just why would you wanna do a dumbass thing like that?"

This is where the exasperation belongs, this is where Gordon's supposed to spark up into defiance, defense against the shot Virgil's just taken. He doesn't. He's steady, even and calm as he answers, "Well, because I was the last one to find out when all this shit went down, and then I had to wait four damn days before John got to come home, and now it's been a whole fucking week, and I still haven't gotten to see my dad in the flesh. Kinda getting a bit done with that whole state of affairs, if I'm honest. Dad's in London. So I wanna go to London."

Language aside, there's no heat in it. None of the temper Virgil might've been hoping for, none of Gordon's usual fire. He seems to have taken a page from Virgil's own playbook, and remains insistently even-keeled.

So Virgil supplies the temper instead, shakes his head and sighs as though it's the stupidest idea he's ever heard, and radiates disdain, contempt for the idiot who'd think it up. "No. No way. The Hood's still out there. You've already been fucked all to hell by tangling with him, you're in no kinda shape to travel."

His brother rubs at the back of his neck, a little awkwardly with his right hand. "I'm not exactly gonna be straining myself on a commercial flight to London. First class the whole way, I'll pop a couple codeine, it'll be fine."

"You're staying here; you're supposed to stay here. Those are Kayo's orders, not mine."

"Yeah, well, I cleared it with Kayo already."

"Bullshit."

Gordon shrugs. "Man, call and ask her, I don't care if you don't believe me. If she thought it was dangerous, I wouldn't do it, but she doesn't, so I'm gonna. It's not like I need your permission, Virg—what I do need is a lift to the mainland, I'm still not clear to fly myself anywhere. But it's starting to get pretty obvious that I'm not gonna get one from you, so forget it. That's fine. Just...consider this a heads up, I guess. When Alan gets outta bed, I'll work it out with him."

"Gordon, you're not going anywhere."

This was never going to work, the result of the statement was never going to be Gordon going "oh, okay then, clearly I was mistaken" and dropping the matter. But that's not actually Virgil's objective, facing off against his little brother. It's a very, very rare occasion when Virgil wants to start a fight, and there's really no one else available to start it with.

It's still not working. All he gets in response is a knowing, unimpressed sort of look—the sort that doesn't belong on Gordon of all people—and he changes tactics and asks, "Why don't you want me to go?"

"We need you here."

"What for?"

"John needs—"

Gordon interrupts, "John barely even knows where he is right now. There's four other people here, all fully capable—individually or as a unit—of looking after John. We're all tripping over each other and crowding him, as it is. If John cared one way or the other about whether or not I stay, then that'd be different, but honestly, I don't think he'd even notice." There's a pause, reproachful. "And you shouldn't be using him as an excuse, when we both know that's not what your actual problem is."

"My actual problem," Virgil echoes, and he can sense the edge of the encounter, the upcoming brink in the conversation, the one there's still time to back away from. He doesn't. "You think what Dad did to our brother somehow isn't my actual problem?"

Gordon shakes his head. "I think blaming Dad for everything that happened to John is a cop-out, and you aren't helping John or anybody else by making Dad into a villain. It's not that simple, Virg, and I know you know that. You want to be angry and I get that, I really do. But, like, I'm just saying—maybe you wanna be kinda careful, being angry about this."

It's funny, because Virgil's aware of the way their roles have reversed. He can hear himself in what Gordon's saying, knows that he's half the reason Gordon knows to say these kinds of things, because they're the sorts of things that usually get said to Gordon.

But it's hypocritical bullshit, that Gordon would try to frame this whole situation as though Virgil's pitching a tantrum, when the reason's Virgil's got to be angry are just better than any of the reasons Gordon ever has. Gordon gets angry about things that are small and petty and stupid; random, pointless injustices, or complicated things he hasn't tried to actually understand. When Gordon gets angry, he's loud and obnoxious and obvious about it, he doesn't have the decency or the good sense to keep it to himself, to work his way through it like a rational adult. Invariably, when Gordon's angry, he decides to make it Virgil's problem.

Well. Fine.

"What the fuck do you think you're talking about, Gordon?" His hands clench into fists and he can feel the dam starting to burst, all the fury he's kept so carefully pent up is starting to come unbound. "What the hell could you possibly know, when it comes to what I've got to be angry about? If you knew even half of what I've been told about this whole fucked up situation, then you'd be just as pissed as I am. More, probably."

"I know plenty." Gordon hasn't backed down, but he still hasn't been baited up into anger of his own. He shifts his weight and looks away for a moment, but his tone is still firm when he answers, "Virg, if I wanted to be mad about all this shit, you know I would be."

"You don't—"

"I know you don't get to dictate how I should feel about Dad. Maybe I get where Scott's, coming from, maybe I want to understand the reasons for what Dad's done, before I decide that it was a hundred percent selfish and evil and that we should all hate him now. That's not gonna happen for me unless I get to sit down and actually talk to him. So, London. Because you told Scott that you didn't think Dad should come home for a while. You told him it was for John's sake. And I think that might make you kind of a liar, Virg. I know it's really fucking unfair."

Virgil hadn't actually expected anybody to find out about that, a sort of quiet conversation he'd pulled Scott aside for, just before he'd taken Thunderbird 1 to follow their father to New York. It seems like a violation to find out that Gordon's done the exact same thing. "You've been talking to Scott—"

This finally gets a flare of anger out of Gordon, and he interrupts again, vehemence building in his tone now, "Yeah, I've been talking to Scott. And Dad, too, when he has time. Because despite the way you're behaving, it's not actually a horrible transgression to want to talk to the rest of our family about what we're all going through. And they both deserve to know how John's doing."

Virgil scowls at that, folds his arms across his chest, and glares at his little brother. "Dad doesn't deserve to be anywhere near John, and he sure as hell doesn't deserve to know how he's doing, when what's happened to John is his goddamn fault. And Scott—if Scott wants to know how John is, he can fucking well come home. He should've come home. He knows what Dad's done and he's given him a pass. As far as I'm concerned, Scott's chosen his side."

Something in his tone or his choice of words makes Gordon flinch visibly, and for a moment the heat leaves his voice, and there's a little bit of pain, a little bit of pleading when he says, "Virg, there aren't sides, for chrissakes. Don't talk like that, please, it's not gonna help. I know nothing's okay right now. I know John's been wrecked, and that's awful. It's hard to see him like this, I get that. I know Dad's done some shit and I know a lot of it was bad, and I know we've all been hurt by it. But this is the kinda thing that could tear our whole damn family apart. Virgil, you don't wanna make that worse."

"Try me."

It's starting to get claustrophobic in here. Gordon's probably not blocking the hatch down to the cargo bay on purpose, and Virgil probably doesn't need to shoulder past him as he decides it's time to leave. He remembers a fraction of a second too late about his brother's fractured ribs, and general state of recent injury. He's not sure if it's guilt or denial that has him ignoring the choked, protesting little grunt of pain he gets in response. It's Gordon's own fault for looking for a fight and if he has any damn sense, he'll take the over-wing exit and vacate the hangar entirely.

Of course, Gordon's never been burdened with an abundance of any kind of sense, and despite busying himself with a panel on the side of Pod A, Virgil still hears Gordon's muttered cursing as he makes his way gingerly down the ladder into the hold. He's being an idiot, with his severed finger and his fractured ribs and his recent concussion and his stupid bare feet. As a backup plan, Virgil's got the module door wide open, a big glaring invitation for his brother to leave, but he doesn't take it. Instead he approaches, pauses just outside of Virgil's reach and Virgil can hear it in the long silence that Gordon's trying to figure out what to say.

Virgil doesn't give him the chance, and rounds on him before he can start up, "The hell are you on about, anyway, trying to pull the whole rational adult routine all of a sudden, Gordon? You think I'm not entitled to be a little bit pissed off about the state of things right now? Because I think that'd make you a fucking hypocrite. Pretty sure you spent the duration of this entire goddamn ordeal pitching a bitch fit about one fucking thing or the other. Pretty fucking sure that was you. Pretty sure you threw a tantrum in the middle of a mission while John was halfway dead of malaria. Pretty sure it was your melodramatic ass came and told me you hoped he'd been fucking kidnapped. Pretty sure you bit Kayo's head off after what fucking—"

And Virgil stammers to a halt.

And there's the sort of silence in which one might hear a penny drop.

Virgil and Gordon have a relationship that consists mostly of what goes unspoken. He couldn’t point to the moment when they’d first clicked together, when they’d become the pair who could work on a basis of wordless nods and action and reaction. Gordon just always seems to do what Virgil expects him to do, and vice versa.

So it's possible that Gordon knows what he's about to say, possible that he's watched Virgil making the connection, like a circuit completing itself. It's possible that Virgil notices the sudden tension in his brother, the way his spine straightens, the rigidity in his shoulders as he draws himself up, just slightly.

"London."

There's a minute tic of Gordon's jaw. Even if Virgil weren't staring at him, something between them changes, and his voice is unmistakable in its warning. "Yeah, London."

"Dad's not the only person in London."

"Yeah, well. Pretty sure there's about ten million people in London, Virgil."

So what what goes unsaid is that Virgil should back off. That this is new territory, unbroken ground. That they haven't talked about this, the way they've talked about so many other things; the way they always have.

Gordon’s got a tendency to say things he doesn’t actually mean. Mostly it’s the fact that he’ll stretch a truth or gild a lily for dramatic effect. That perfect opening line to any given conversation is one of Gordon’s biggest vices. So he’ll say things he doesn’t mean. Virgil’s got a knack for knowing what was meant.

Equally, he's got a knack for knowing what'll get to Gordon; what'll actually hurt him. The things he could say and doesn't, all the places where he knows his little brother's vulnerable. It’s Virgil who everyone credits with understanding how best to deal with Gordon, and rightly so. Every thought Gordon has plays across his features in the instant he has it, his emotions tell immediately in his body language, and Virgil's long since learned to read him like a book.

Everything about his little brother right now radiates the warning; Don't.

And he really should know better, but he's angry. He's so rarely angry, he doesn't know what to do with it. It's awful, muddled-up, directionless anger; anger about pain and injustice and at the ending of a story that had barely even started. Anger for his big brother, anger at his father, anger that hasn't had anywhere to go, until his little brother had so conveniently presented a target.

"Pretty sure you only wanna fuck one of them."

It's absolutely unsurprising when Gordon hits him. And Gordon's hit him before, but it's been years. Lately, Gordon mostly hits Kayo, and that's only if Kayo actually lets him, and only because Gordon and Kayo know it about one another; that sometimes throwing a punch is the only way to work through things. All blows struck between Kayo and Gordon are hundred percent consensual and expected.

What is surprising is that it's a blow from the right—Gordon's left—and so it drops the both of them. Virgil, flat on his back with his head ringing, and Gordon to his knees, cradling his hand to his chest and swearing in the sort of way that would probably shave a few hours off their grandmother's lifespan, before she turned right around and cussed him out in language equal to or worse than his own.

It's a credit to both his left hook and his general durability that Gordon's back on his feet first, though out the corner of the eye that isn't already swelling shut, Virgil can see that there's already red staining the bandages on his hand, and that he staggers, gasps a little sharply when he stands. There's a moment between them, but only a moment, and Virgil's still a little too dazed to know what exactly it meant. He blinks, or thinks he does, but when his eyes open again, Gordon's gone. And there are tears, trailing from the corner of his eye and into his hair.

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Modern, Minimalist Mom Capsule Wardrobe – Year 3

My minimalist mom capsule wardrobe was so popular the last two years (and made dressing each day so fun and easy) that I couldn’t help do it again this year. Only a little bigger and even better.

Every piece here is a proven winner– that shirt, cardigan, hoodie, and pair of jeans that you’ll reach for again and again. The ones that you love to wear and can be worn a millions different ways. These are the items that keep us comfortably chasing the kids all day- cotton, denim, and sneakers- done in such a laid-back-chic way.

The result is a high-performing, workhorse of a wardrobe that will give you an effortlessly cool look every day of the week.

Plus, for the first time ever, the ENTIRE WARDROBE is from the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale so you have the opportunity to save big.

If you’re already a Nordstrom card holder, you can shop the sale now! If not, you’ll get your chance to shop these sales on Friday, July 21st. If you want to get in on these finds you have to hurry, though, items are selling out rapidly and the sale is ending soon.

Classic Tops

Free People Split Back Turtleneck

$68, Now $44.90

This looks so cozy and I love that it’s edgy while being totally covered up. I would wear it with both jeans and yoga pants (win!) and layered with a simple tank like this favorite also on sale!

Hunter Plaid Shirt

$148 Now $99.90

I always have to have at least one quality plaid (I’m from Seattle, are you surprised?) Plus, so great for layering under vests and sweaters… But they aren’t all equal and the drape and material of this one are top notch.

Make + Model Brushed Hacci Sweatshirt

$45 $29.90

I love me a stylish sweatshirt! Because honestly, if I can wear sweats all day and still look good, I’m gonna do it! This looks extra, extra soft and would be a great staple please- especially at this amazing price.

Lush Raw Edge Side Slit Tee

$24 Now $15.90

I’ve come to despise basic straight bottom tees. Why? Because they can make any outfit look dowdy. This twist on the boring basic tee is a great way to up your style points on any outfit you put together.

Pants

PAIGE Hoxton High Waist Ankle Skinny Jeans

$189 Now $99

I’ve been looking for some darker wash jeans to wear to girls’ nights and date nights and with this discount, it’s kinda impossible to resist.

Everyone I know adores Paige jeans and I’m no exception. They are the first luxury brand jeans I started buying regularly because I know they will last and I’ll get more than my money’s worth. Plus, they make me feel great when I wear them and this high-waisted design will be especially slimming!

PAIGE Transcend Hoxton High Waist Undone Hem Skinny Jeans

$199 Now $131.90

Speaking of Paige jeans, this pair is at the absolute top of my wish list. I wear A LOT of jeans (like every day that I’m not wearing yoga pants the 9 months of the year it’s not sunny here). So when I find a pair that gives me a chance to show off a little flair without going crazy, I get excited.

The slanted hems are really cool (I like them so much better than the step hem that is popular right now) and I could see wearing these while volunteering at school as well as for date night making them super versatile.

Note: If you’re looking for a more straight-laced black jean, check out this pair of Instasculpt skinny jeans also on sale- because who doesn’t want to be instascupted?!

Zella Live In Slim Fit Leggings in Grey Graphite

$59 Now $38.90

As I said, I wear almost exclusively jeans and yoga pants in cooler weather and the only yoga pants I wear are Zella. I ALWAYS stock up during the #NSale too because of the great prices.

The thickness of these pants makes me always feel sucked in and sleek without feeling compressed if you know what I mean. I’m excited to add this grey graphite pair to the rotation.

Zella All In Ankle Leggings

$75 Now $49.90

Although I’ve seen the high waist Zella leggings (on sale for $35) featured by a ton of fashion bloggers this year. I still prefer the mid-rise, ankle cut (the high rise just makes my hips and stomach look weird).

I like that these are a subtle upgrade of the basic black tight too.

Sweaters

Free People Electric City Pullover Sweater

$98 Now $64.90

Maybe it’s because I’m a child of the 80s but I just can’t resist a comfy sweater to curl up in front of the fire with a good book in. This one is so pretty and doesn’t look bulky or scratchy, both of which are a total must.

Billabong Snuggle Off the Shoulder Sweater

This is probably the edgiest of my picks. I wouldn’t wear it during my normal day-to-day but I love it for fall or winter date nights. It’s just sexy enough to make it special.

Gibson Bell Sleeve Cozy Fleece Pullover

$59, Now $39.90

The bell sleeves on this top are so feminine and current, who would guess it’s made of fleece?! Did I mention how much I like to be comfortable?

Note: If you like this sleeve, definitely check out this super fun top for nights out – now 40% off!

Layering Pieces

Caslon® Mixed Print Open Front Long Cardigan

$89, Now $49.90

I have picked up a long cardigan with a cool design at each of the last couple sales and I always get so many compliments on them. This is definitely the one for this year.

Love Token Faux Shearling Vest

$120, Now $79.90

I’ve been eyeing faux shearling vests like this since last year’s sale but just couldn’t decide if I was edgy enough to be able to rock one. The knit back of this one makes it feel more accessible to me for some reason and it just looks so ridiculously comfy!

Vince Camuto Contrast Trim Quilted Vest

$118, Now $58.90

Is there anything better than a quilted vest on a crisp and cool fall day? They are so wonderful for staying warm (something I struggle with) and I really love the interesting contrasting colors and gold details on this one. It’s a total stand out amongst the standard quilted vest and it’s 50% off!!

BLANKNYC Chill Pill Cardigan

$88, Now $57.90

This contrasting cardigan is another super warm item that you can wear with anything. It’s also a unique piece that not every other mommy at school pick up will be wearing. Such a good find.

Athleisure Tops

Brunette Fries Before Guys Sweatshirt

$79, Now $51.90

I love a soft sweat shirt for cool evenings, to pair with yoga pants while on the go, or for lounging around in once I’ve changed into my PJs around 6 pm (I’m not the only one who does this am I?).

Also, if you have daughters they NEED to see you casually rocking this, like every day. Let’s make not so subliminal messaging work for us guys!

The North Face Hooded Fleece Pullover

$99, Now $69.90

If your kid has an outside sport, this is the top you must buy! Take it from this Pacific Northwesterner, cozy plush fleece is luxuriously warm – especially when layered under a coat on a cold and windy field. Treat yourself, you won’t be sorry.

Nike Gym Zip Hoodie

$60, Now $36.98

This vintage zip hoodie is so light-weight and soft that it feels like butter. I think I wore it every day for two weeks straight when I first got it. Great for moderate weather as well as layering when it gets cooler.

Zella Drop the Armhole Tank

$39

I have a confession to make; although I love running around in yoga pants and I think the athleisure trend was maybe one of the best things to happen to me, I still have trouble figuring out what to wear with them.

I’m a fan of the half tuck when I wear jeans so I often feel like untucked tees and tanks with my yoga pants look a little off. That’s why I included this tank from Zella even though it’s the only item in the capsule not currently on sale. The tie in the front gives this casual top just enough structure and I love the effect.

Finishing Pieces

UGG Elvia Waterproof Tall Boot

$249.95, $164.90

These waterproof boots look like such work horses – perfect in the snow and slush but also super cute with skinny jeans or black Zellas – all while being ridiculously comfortable – what can’t they do?

Converse Jack Purcell Signature Ox Low Top

$69.95, Now $45.90

I am so smitten with the color of these iconic shoes. Not white but Platinum. They’ll give your outfit the polished look of a white shoe but be a lot easier to keep clean. Sold!

Nike Juvenate SE Sneaker

$95, Now $70

Speaking of iconic shoes, snagging a discounted Nike in basic black, which I can wear with everything while running around all day, is kinda a must for me. The softness of this one is what sold me.

TOMS Deia Block Heel Bootie

$97.95, Now $64.90

Last year I bought a similar pair of gray Toms boots during the sale and I could not believe how comfortable they turned out to be. Having chronic back problems means I only do heels rarely.

I bought my Toms boots with the idea of wearing them to date nights when I intended to be sitting most of the time. Much to my delight, I found they are comfortable enough to walk around in for extended periods of time- whoo hoo!

Sperry Saltwater Spray Wedge Waterproof Rain Boot

$129.95, Now $84.90

For the days when the Ugg boots are overkill, a good pair of Sperry boots are my go tos. I got mine last year during the sale and wore them almost every day during the winter. So00 cute and easy to wear, love ’em!

Halogen® Asymmetrical Zip Boiled Wool Blend Coat

$199, Now $129.90

Last but not least, the most exciting coat I’ve seen in years. Finally, something that I can wear during the day or out at night that’s more than a pea coat! I just love the cut of this coat as well as the colors it comes in – both the grey dove and the black are gorgeous.

Note: A shorter thermal jacket from the North Face like this is great for running around too. I got mine two sales ago and still wear it constantly.

So that’s it!! Whew, what a list! I hope you find something (or many somethings) to love here and that you’re able to act in time to get a great deal!

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