#custom made jackets vendor

[angelinalifestyle]

Stylish Christmas Party Look with Jackets

Prepare for the holiday season with fashionable jacket-adorned Christmas party ensembles! Your Christmas look will be elevated by these coats, whether you choose statement leather, warm faux fur, or timeless blazers. Ideal for keeping warm this season while looking stylish. Visit https://www.oasisjackets.com/stylish-christmas-party-look-with-jackets/

[thomsonsharon347]

Stylish Christmas Party Look with Jackets

If you are business owner then pick from a custom jacket manufacturer to keep customers' wardrobes ready for this Christmas.

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[so-i-did-this-thing]

Any tips on finding good suits, waistcoats, and trousers? I'm a quite small trans man (4'11) and the dream is always to have vintage-inspired collection of suit jackets and waistcoasts but I find the only ones that fit me without being custom made are womens which leaves a rather odd gapping at the breast and entirely the wrong silhouette.

I think my favorite era of suits is probably 1920s or earlier, mostly because the suits are closer fitting and less intensely boxy with a much higher waisted pant.

I love seeing your fashion, and thanks for listening!!

Thank you!

Darcy Clothing goes down to 36 for coats and some trousers are as small as a 28. Vintage looks are popular in Japan and their sizing tends to run small compared to Western markets. Bronson is one vendor I've had success with, though their styling tends to lean towards the '40s-60s, which means a lot of baggy/wide fits.

There is also an active vintage menswear group on Facebook that includes folks selling true vintage, and if you ask, you might find someone selling something in your size (and obvs, teen boy's suits in that era that might crop up, so if the look is grownup enough, I'd suggest being open to that as an option). If you haven't already taken your measurements, get those handy! And as usual, I'll let folks chime in with their resources that aren't custom-made. Good luck!

[bestillmyslashyheart]

1x07 Coda

(on ao3 but locked for users only)

Wolf, Oliver, stepped back and Josh grasped his elbows reflexively. The other man had a look of surprise etched on his face which Josh thought was a little unfair. He was the one who’d just been on the receiving end of a very surprising kiss, after all. 

“What-” Josh cut himself off when Oliver took another step back. Josh let him slip out of his grasp but didn’t lower his arms. Oliver’s hands still hung in the air from where he’d been holding Josh’s face just a moment ago.

“I didn’t-” Oliver started then stopped. “I didn’t think he was right?” It came out like a question.

Josh blinked in confusion. “What? Who was- what?”

“Roman,” Oliver answered. “He said you liked me. I didn’t think he was right.”

“...and yet you came over here and kissed me.” Josh was no less confused than he’d been two minutes before. He’d been standing in line for a bagel when he’d felt eyes on him and he’d turned to see Dr. Wolf across the street, watching him. 

“Uh, yeah,” Oliver blinked as if in surprise. “I did.” He lowered his hands that were still hovering in the air and started to take another step back. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

Oliver froze and stared. “You’re…not?”

Josh closed the gap Oliver had put between them. “Roman was right.” He hesitated a moment in case Oliver wanted to reply but when he stayed quiet, Josh ducked his head and kissed him. Immediately, he felt hands cradling his face again. This time, Josh didn’t settle for holding Oliver’s arms and let his hands slip around the other man’s waist to hold him close. 

Josh wasn’t sure how long they kissed for but it wasn’t until he heard someone call “hey Romeo, your bagel’s ready,” that he pulled back.

“That’s me,” he whispered between them. Oliver just stared at him but didn’t resist when Josh slipped out of his grasp to turn and grab his bagel from the vendor. The man chuckled but didn’t say anything as he handed it over before turning to the next customer. Josh had nearly forgotten about the dumb bagel by the time he made the few steps back to where Oliver hadn’t moved. His fingers twitched with the ache to touch him again but he held back. Oliver had tucked his hands back into his jacket and was watching him, eyes trained down at his hands. “Oliver?”

Oliver looked back at his face. Josh didn’t say anything more, though. “Are you busy?” He finally asked.

Josh shook his head. “Not even a little bit.” He’d just finished a 16 hour shift that had only been scheduled for 10 hours and he’d had plans to collapse onto his bed the second he got home but he was flexible.

“Want to come over?” 

Josh flicked his gaze over Oliver’s shoulder to where the man’s back sat parked across the street. “My car’s back at the hospital and I am not getting on that thing with you.” Oliver laughed but it was a little uneasy, like he wasn’t sure how to take that comment. “Meet you there?” Josh offered.

Oliver’s face instantly brightened. “Yeah. You know the way?”

“I remember,” Josh assured him. “Give me twenty minutes?” Oliver nodded and Josh couldn’t resist leaning forward for another quick kiss before he hurried away. Before he’d gotten to the end of the block, though, he looked over his shoulder and grinned when he found Oliver standing by his bike, watching him.

[billythesimp]

Hellooo! I've seen your work and i was really amazed by your work. It's just pure mwah 🤌🏻❤️

I thought you were close on request before, so when i see it finally open i was in joy like fr. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) I have few but im gonna slow with you since im sure you also busy.

So mine is Wise (you can add any other characters) x reader (prefer fem but gn is also okay). “when he saw someone else start to flirt with you (and he is jealous).”

If not, feel free to skip this request. I completely understand. Have a nice day and make sure take care of yourself (⁠/⁠^⁠-⁠^)/❤️

How do I write a Jealous Character... Oki here I go then.

[Proceeds to then stare at the screen for another 10 minutes trying to write a jealous character]

I think he came out more overprotective then anything ;-;

Who's This Dear?

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

Sorry for disappearing for a bit, decided to take a break and figure out a schedule that wouldn't give me writers block oh so quickly! Also another note, I promise I'm not just a Wise account, people just love this goof! Me included!

Wise x fem!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: OOC / Use of [Name] instead of Y/N

✦ Usually customers were not a big problem at Random Play, with the experience he had gained from being a store manager leading to him adapting to the more tougher requests and issues it came with. He keeps a calm face and offers solutions to many people's problems. And a lot of the time, they are satisfied with his care that regulars swear that Belle and Wise are some of the efficient and caring managers there are. They never get mad or yell, the handle almost every interaction with care and patience. Because of that, Wise prides himself in having gained that reputation on Sixth Street. 

✦ What he also has pride in is what a wonderful girlfriend he has working alongside them. Almost everyone they work with or know on the street know of Wise’s Girlfriend. While she may only work part time during the week, she’s made an effort in getting to know Wise’s connections and making friendly conversation with their fellow vendors on the street. Every time Wise sees her chatting up with their regulars or laughing with someone like General Chops or Master Tin, he can’t help but have his heart swell in joy that they really are such a great person and that everyone approves of them already. Really, Wise believes he scored with this one, the amount of times Belle has joked about them getting married may happen sooner rather than later. 

▿

That being said, it’s during one of the shop’s working hours that it happened. He decided to take inventory of what stock they had around the store, [Name] incharge of manning the counter as Bangboo 18 needed a well-deserved recharge. But as he was shelving some recordings, he heard the angelic laughter of his love that left him wondering just what they could have been laughing at. Peeking out the slot of the staff door, he watched as some random man leaned on the counter. He held a smug look on his face as she only waved him off, a pleasant yet confused smile on their face leaving a growing pit to form in his stomach. 

‘Who the hell is he?’

Wise straightened up his jacket before walking outside to see what they had been talking about. “Oh come now, don’t be so modest. After all, a pretty face like yours surely is what keeps this business going. Why not take a break, how about we get some lunch together after your break- eh?”

“Oh hey babe, how’s the counter treating ya?” Wise saddled up to the counter with his hand hovering over the small of their back, watching as they relaxed at his touch. “Oh- Wise! It’s been good, um. Do you know if we have this movie in stock by chance? I couldn’t find it on the system…” She tucked a hair behind her ear, smiling before letting him slide in and take a look on their small tablet holding all their movies listed in rented/overdue/in-house. The man before stepped back as he did this, slowly getting nervous. 

“Ah- yeah, I looked around and couldn’t find it. Hehe…”

“Hmm, oh [Name], you’re due for your break. I can watch things from here.” She perks up at this, smiling before asking him about sharing lunch together again. “I’m down for sandwiches- OH we could get to 141 and grab some snacks. I’ll go now actually!” With that, she entered the staff only only to return after with her purse and kissing him goodbye, waving to the stranger and wishing him luck with his movie search. 

“Hmm, sorry sir, Looks like what you’re looking for isn’t here. Could I recommend anything else for you? Perhaps something that isn’t already someone else’s property?” Wise sneers at the stranger, a kind-hearted look plastered onto his face despite the dark tone in his voice that only left the man to shiver at his work.

“Um, looks like it's not here… I’ll be going then.”

“Oh, please do.” With a wave, Wise’s closed eye smile turned into a deathly glare as he left and walked the opposite way from where [Name] had gone. Once he figured that he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon, he let out a sigh of relief and slumped down. The one time he leaves his girlfriend alone and someone already tries to make a move on them. 

“Well that was a sight, huh?”

Belle entered from the backdoor, playfully teasing her brother as he reeled back in shock out of her sudden timing, all the while Eous runs up to his second parent and leaves comforting pats on his legs. “What happened with [Name]? I thought she was watching the front for me?” Wise sighs before muttering out a small explanation, embarrassed as he never lost his cool like this before. Other than the time Belle got lost in a Hollow, he's never overreacted to this extent. He’s only glad that it was Belle and not [Name] who entered, he wouldn’t know how she’d react if she realized he was jealous and became protective of them.

“Way to show who’s the boss around here. Man, I kinda wish I could have seen it.” 

“Master, I have full access to the store camera’s and save every recording for the next 30 days until removal. I can pull it up on the H.D.D System for you.” Before Wise could refuse, Belle is already running into the Staff room to save the recording before it was too late. 

“Wise! I’m back! And I got your favorites!”

The bell rang as [Name]’s cheering caught his attention while they held up two small bags filled with various candies and snacks. He could only smile, approaching them and pulling them into a tight hug. “Thanks love, I really appreciate it. Now how about we watch a movie in my room for a while, huh?”

He is only grateful that he has such a loving and thoughtful girlfriend by his side.

[spitfaggot]

another fun thing about bootblacking — it's as much of a kink as it isn't.

and by this, i mean: it's labor!

we have to look beyond kink into the vanilla/non-kink world to see the only remaining examples of shoe care as a job. the only examples i can think of are shoe-cleaning mall kiosks and, maybe, a chair or two in an airport terminal or fancy hotel. but these places are dwindling, if they even still remain at all. consumerism and planned obsolescence has invaded fashion so much that most people aren't concerned with the upkeep of their actual leather shoes, let alone sneakers or pleather boots.

(edit: cobblers and shoe repair most certainly count, but in this instance i'm referring to chairs or kiosks that maintain the footwear without disassembling it, although there are many bootblacks that can provide services like these.)

this, compounded with the cost barrier to leather gear and a much smaller community post-AIDS of the 1980's i believe has made bootblacking much more scarce in kink circles. i mentored under a bootblack that primarily works bars and club events, and have gone on to do the same myself, and... not many people even know what a bootblack is anymore. i've met people in full cow at the local Eagle who have never even heard of our existence. i was in the right place at the right time and met the right people in order to be able to sub/apprentice under one, and that in itself is a privelege nowadays. instructional videos are lovely, but there's nothing like working with the real thing to practice.

getting booked at events is a headache in and of itself, which is where the talk of labor comes in. if you are bootblacking, you are doing physical labor. it doesn't matter if you're working a pup social at a leather bar, or a private residence party, it is labor. on average, i scrub and polish a shift at a bar event for 5 hours (8pm to 1am) with very few breaks. on a good night, i can polish usually 6 or 7 customers in that 5 hour shift, and that's if nobody comes to me with a Langlitz project or a full set of chaps. tipping your bootblack is crucial, because 90% of the time, that's how we make any money at all.

bootblacking is how i have kept my boyfriend, my cats and i fed many times. and it is very hard to find an event nowadays that will pay a bootblack up front to be there for the night — most just "allow you to keep tips" and maybe comp you a drink or two. at this point i just have a menu of my services that i provide, and i turn away folks who cannot pay or barter. (i, personally, will take coffee as payment for boots and harnesses.) this often means i make less than minimum wage for 5 hours of physical labor.

my point being: bootblacking is a kink, but it will likely be found today more often as a job leatherfolk will take up at an event, much like a vendor. the more public adult spaces where we can actually express it as a kink the better, and those are growing incredibly scarce. and the people willing to pay us even more so, despite how much upkeep leather gear like boots and jackets should be getting.

[potatowilde]

JAKE LOCKLEY/MOON KNIGHT COSPLAY RESOURCE:

🌙Ya know, I never thought to do this but I think it would be a wonderful tool for Cosplayers out there! I'm a Jake Lockley Cosplayer, and have done a wealth of research about his wardrobe from the series. I know as much about is as a fan could possibly know. I'll add to this thread fun trivia as I go I think… If you had any inkling of a desire to cosplay Jake here's some of my finds!! READ MORE UNDER THE CUT!

HAT - The most important piece. From my research it appears to be a Göttmann brand "Jackson Linen Driving Cap" Charcoal (https://www.goettmann.de/en/ ) You can cross reference with the metallic pin on the lefthand side of his cap.

The main site will offer vendors in various areas so check it out! Shop I used: https://scotlandhouseltd.com/collections/mens-summer-hats-caps/products/jackson-linen-flatcap-desert-color

GLOVES - The second big one. So these are not driving gloves, I learned, but interestingly enough shooting gloves. Note the armored knuckles, and the character's role in the show as a gunman. Now, I couldn't find the exact match but an awesome alternative is to purchase motorcycle riding gloves. I found a cheap pair on Amazon, because the next step after the gloves are obtained is to paint them. A talented artist on the MK Costuming team was the brilliant hand painter behind Taweret's ornamental pieces, Layla's armor, and these moon crescents. To paint the moons I simply masked the shapes with painter's tape and used silver acrylic from my local art supply store. It will take several coats.

Here's the glove alternative via Amazon "Harssiney Leather Motorcycle Gloves for Men,Touchscreen Riding Driving Biker Glove with Hard Knuckle Protection,Motorcycle Accessories for Man" :

JACKET - The third most important piece because it is also the most difficult to achieve. This was a custom made raw denim jacket by the MK team, with a 3D printed collar featuring a very unique design. Should you have the funds to pattern this and make to screen accuracy I'd love to see what you came up with! I took the budget friendly route, as it was more suitable for my purposes! For folks who end up making the jacket - Note that the lining is perhaps the same base material as the collar. It's a lighter color on the inside.

In interviews, MK costume designer Meghan Kasperlik has shared that the material is a raw denim, so it's helpful to start there as a base. For my purposes I found a raw denim jacket that was close ish to achieve the shape I wanted via Banana Republic Denim Jacket Dark Rinse. I opted out of the collar just due to budget and time restraints but I hope you can find creative solutions for it!

FINAL DETAILS AKA THE SHOES, THE TIE, THE SOCKS, THE PANTS, AND SHIRT - These will all be personal preference. I think they're readily available just about anywhere. I made a small Amazon stop for the Tie, Socks, and Shirt. AMAZON - Tie AMAZON - White Dress Shirt AMAZON - Rebok Classic Grey Socks JCPENNY - Dockers Gorden Mens Cap-Toe Oxford Shoes Black Already owned - Black slacks FINAL RESULT! Happy Cosplaying!!

[tilthedayidice]

hey! i know you said you would be up for doing some more bg3 mod recs, and im having trouble finding what cool outfits i want to put my gang in. do you have any armour/outfit mods?

in return i offer my current favourite mod: Boring Dyes by HeartsWires 💗

Yes, Yes I do. And that's actually one of my favorite dye mods too!!!!!!!! (editing Lacey here, I forgot to add a title to this)

While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.

Dressing my crew up in silly little outfits is like 60% of my game playtime. 10% of it is spent making us all the same color scheme.

I do wanna give you a heads up and let you know a lot of outfit mods are made with Bodies 1 and 2 of the Elven/Human/Tiefling races in mind. I will have it listed which Body types are supported if the mod author also lists it. If the list is too long I'll direct you to the page.

Welcome to my Baldur's Gate 3 Mod list on How to Dress for Success (or in my case, for bed most of the time)

Gonna start with Mods made for individual characters, then move on to outfit packs. Any Mods that feature NSFW option will have a little disclaimer at the end in.......... lets say purple this time. And if it can be found in the tutorial chest mod it'll be listed in orange, for contrast... ya its all comin up milhouse

Alot of these outfit mods can either be purchased from vendors found around Faerun, or can be found in the Tutorial Chest Summoning. This Mod allows you to summon the Cartilaginous chest found in the tutorial level, and mods that support this will be available in said chest during the tutorial, or can be summoned later in game.

Individual Character Outfit Packs:

These Mods were made with a specific character in mind and are themed around them.

Astarion's Gear

Vampire and Rogue themed gear made for Astarion so it's only avaibnle for Male Body 2. Features both Armor and Camp Clothing. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Gale Concept Art Armor

From the mod page "Adds Gale an armor set based on one of his concepts from the official art book. Visuals work only for default body type 2.". This mod features a flashier Suit jacket armor set and camp clothing for Gale. I also want to recommend Unique Starter Robes for Gale and Camp Robes for Gale, they're far less flashy and more in line with his original armor, but offer a nice change. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Halsin Barer Clothes

I'm just gonna put the description here... "Custom made armor/camp clothes specifically made for Halsin and his body type to show his gifts from Nature. Comes in Autumn colors too."Main mod is only made to fit halsin, so Body Type 4 will work. Camp Clothing option. This mod is made to fit the main 4 Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Bundle Packs:

This Mods feature a large variety of outfits either made for a specific body type or for a variety of body type.

Basket Full of Equipment

This Mod contains a huge variety of in game outfits and some edited one. When I say Huge variety, it has over 800 pieces of armor and equipment in it. Has options for every Body Type, some options are race/gender/size restricted. Comes with NSFW, Underwear to Underwear Slot converter, and Camp Clothing Converter. NSFW options, can be found in the tutorial Chest. Features Cheat Items.

Scantily Camp Outfit

This mod features a variety of edited outfits to make themore... revealing. I like pairing this one with one of the modular outfit mods. I'm not here for cheeks out, but i do like some of the cool variants. This mod is mostly available for Femme Body Types but does come with some Male Body 2 options. Heads up, I do infarct fuckin hate the shoes. They're High Heels and not even sturdy lookin ones. But puttin Shadowheart in the withers outfit is worth imo. NSFW options, Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Proof it works on men (I'll never do an ID again):

This was a happy accident (I laughed really hard when i saw him at camp)

Vsetments of the Faithful (Bane Bhaal Myrkul Ilmater Leira Milil Mystra Raven Queen Selune Shar Silvanus)

This mod pack contains armor from the Vanilla assets of the game, giving you access to all Deity based equipment. Suitable for most body type, each set has its own exception. Youi can download this as a mega set of all deities, or pick and choose. Can be found in the Tutorial chest.

Citizens Outfits as Camp Clothes

This mod features outfits you see NPCs wearing in Baldur's Gate (uh the city) and is compatible with All Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Fancy Camp Clothes

This Mod is mostly for Body type 1 with a few options also fitting Body Type 2 and features custom outfits with more of a noble vibe to them. The night song outfit in the pack is super nice looking and is so good for Shadowheart. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Extra Gear

This Mod features a wide variety of armor and clothing (for armor slot) for a variety of Body Types, I recommend checking out the mod page for what goes where. Themes available for all classes.This creator has a Camp Clothing Converter, made the Fancy Camp Clothes mod, and has Paladin and Cleric Gear and More Mage Gear available as well. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Features Cheat Items.

Witcher Gear

This is actually going to be a collection of mods based on the Witcher series outfits. I don't play these games, but I love the outfits. Witcher 3 Armor (Keira Ciri Yennefer Margarita) features gear from the listed characters only for Body 1 NSFW Options, can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Yennefer's Wardrobe outfits from the mentioned character for all Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Triss's Wardrobe Outfits based on the mentioned character for all Body Types, can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Once again here's Astarion in a silly outfit, I treat him like a princess, leave me alone. (I'll be listing my outfit in the misc section see Nymph Outfit)

Mystical Fashions

12 Outfits for bodytype2 Elf/Drow/Half-Elf/Tiefling/Human. Armor and camp clothes abailable, these are Vanilla outfits edited to have a more Roguish appearence. Featuring fur trims and feathers. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Modular Pieces:

These are Mods that feature outfit pieces that can be equipped in the head/cloak/shoe slots to create a different look. Some of these mods will result in clipping.

Modular Equipment

This Mod provides pieces of armor to layer over your outfits.It only supports Body 1 Humans, Elves, Drow, and Half-Elves/ Tieflings are partially supported. Most items come with Both armor and camp clothing options. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Modular Skirts

This mod comes with a variety of skirts clipped from other outfits made to layer over yours. Each skirt currently supports different Body Types so be sure to check the mod page to see what works for who. I personally use the Jaheira skirt a lot. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Modular Pants and Skirts

This Mod features 14 Pants and Skirts ripped from in game outfits for you to layer over existing sets. Compatible with Most Body Types. Comes with a backpack for both Cloak and Head slots. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Accessory Mods!

These Mods add in small accessories to finish off your outfits like; Necklaces, Hats, Cloaks, Glasses, and more. Many of these mods are placed in the Head or Cloak slots.

Box of Necklaces

Exactly what it sounds like. Adds a little extra sparkle to your characters! Available in both Head and Cloaks Slots. Works for everyone. Not dyable. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Tav's Hairpin Box

Adds a variety of small hair pins for the Head slot. Has slight clipping with some hairstyles, it was made to pair with Bruenor Braids. Mostly for Body 1 compatible with some Githyanki. Can be found in the Tutorial Box.

Faerunian Carnival

A collection of Carnival Masks to your game. These maks are mostly made for Humanoid characters, some Githyanki work has been done but there is some positioning issues. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Miscellaneous Mods

These mods only add a single outfit, item, or accessory to the game.

Trilli Bumbleroot 's backpack

This mod features a set of armor, accessories, and camp clothing strictly for gnomes Body type 1. The set is nature elements and comes with 2 dyes. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Nymph's Outfit

Long Flowy Robes suitable for all Bodies and Races. Comes in Both Camp Clothing and Armor. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. NSFW-ish?

Mushroom Hat

Its a hat! And it looks like a mushroom! And it glows! I have it right now but I don't have a character I think it'll suit..... Thinkin about puttin it on Minthara. Its is a blue mushroom ripped stright from the underdark's assets. It comes in Pink and Blue glow. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Triss Dlc Gown for Mystra

It's the previous Mod from the Witcher section, but slapped it on Mystra. Her outfit sucks, she sucks, this is better lmao

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII think I should go ahead and post this for now before it get... too long, but i will be updating this post if any of these mods have updates, or I find something new and interesting!

If you have any specifics you'd like me to find and add on let me know!

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics !!

[filthforfriends]

Lighthouse

Thomas x gender neutral reader

Word count: 3.6k

TW: This is based on an ask I got over a year ago for a Thomas fic where reader is triggered by people yelling and he calms them down. Mentions of probable domestic abuse and vague implications of childhood abuse, neither necessarily physical.

Canvas bag in your left, Thomas’ hand in your right, the crisp spring air was maddening in that it made your nose cold and absolutely nothing else. Today was the first farmers market this year, more trinkets than produce because very little was ripe. Thomas wore a beanie to avoid being recognized, but got so annoyed with the thing that he took it off before you’d even exited the train. Now it was a bulge in his jacket pocket, taunting you with the possibility of falling onto the stale city street.

It was nice to have these as your day’s worries: skin bitten by the cold breeze, the lack of seasonal vegetables, a lost hat. There’d been a time when you prayed for the mundane, for stupid arguments over socks on the living room floor or the last cup of coffee already drunk. Socks could be washed and more coffee made. The problem with a broken home is that the pieces never quite fit back together. Too sharp.

“Hey.” Thomas shoulder checks you, using your intertwined hands to prevent tripping. He’s gotten good at spotting when your thoughts start circling the drain.

“Hey, sorry,” you huff, remembering to breathe.

“Don't apologize.” He kisses the top of your head, dramatically swinging your arms as a distraction. Because of the foot in height difference he’s jerking you around a bit. It’s annoying and very effective at getting you mentally unstuck.

“Okay, okay.” You smile, and instead of calling that a victory, Thomas starts walking backwards, tugging some more.

“I’m gonna trip and die or you’re gonna trip and die.”

“Such a pessimist,” he complains, with a theatrical eye roll. Tommy stops walking and you run into him, but it's purposeful. He’s ready for the forward momentum and drops your hand to wrap you in a hug. 

“It's inconvenient, how good you’ve become at reading my facial expressions,” you mumble into his jacket, zipper pressing into your cheek.

“And you can tell when I’m hungry when I can’t tell that I’m hungry.” 

“Mind reading is a cooler super power than being a hunger meter.”

“Mm mm, I disagree.” He loosens his arms so you can pull back and see each other.

“You’d look damn good in a cape though.” Tommy has this special smile that's exclusive to your compliments. He doesn’t worry that the adorable soft spot under his chin turns into a roll. His nose scrunches, revealing the minor asymmetries of his perfect mouth. Thomas had a tooth pulled on the right side at age 11, so only the left side is slightly crowded. In moments of intense passion you liked to lick where his canine overlapped with the tooth behind it. He never quite understood that.

“Well, I can’t argue with facts,” he shrugs, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the station. 

“Maybe they’ll have a cape vendor next week!” From then on, things are light hearted, because he's so good at that. The train is mostly empty, which somehow makes the plastic seating marginally less uncomfortable. Thomas takes a piece of gum out of your purse, laughing at the collection of accidently stolen pens bearing the insignia of various offices. Before he can crumple the wrapper, you take it and the Central Manhattan Dentistry pen to make a sketch of Thomas. He strikes a philosophical pose and you use your knee cap as a table for seven stops. 

“You need to pick a pose you can hold.”

“I can hold this,” he insists, chin in the deep between his thumb and pointer finger. He starts regretting it at stop two, but doesn’t admit defeat until stop five. Of course the drawing is horrible, but efforts to throw it away are met with progressively more zealous insistence from Thomas that the piece be displayed in custom framing. Through all the squabbling, the wrapper gets torn accidentally. Automatically, you brace for the fallout.

“Aww! You’ll have to draw me another one next week,” he laughs, rubbing your arm affectionately, lips to temple. It was his Everything Is Okay kiss, his You Didn’t Mess Up At All kiss, his I’m Not Mad At You Baby kiss, his I’m Never Gonna Yell kiss. 

“You know, I was thinking we should finish the ciabatta loaf today, before it goes stale. Your mint plant has been looking really good. I read this new technique where you turn the pot a quarter every week so the sun…” The gum wrapper flutters to the floor as you stand to get off, all of it forgotten.

Three blocks away from your second home and you realize it's gonna be one of those days. One of those days where your mind and the world collaborate to make you dust off every single coping mechanism in your repertoire. On the opposite side of the street a group of five wearing NYU swag are captivated by the epic row between similarly aged romantic partners. A man and a woman screaming with both windows open.

“Who the fuck doesn’t have the decency to close their windows?” This question is promptly answered, as the woman launches a speaker out of the second story window. Thomas stops to watch with his mouth agape, enthralled. On the other side of the street, you may be safe from shrapnel, but those college kids are taking chances with their proximity. What if one of them got hurt? Who would take them to the hospital? Which hospital? Would you have to call 911? Would they get mad at you for calling 911? What if the disbatcher fucks up and the ambulence never comes?

“You fucking bitch, this is the kind of shit that makes me want to wring your neck!”

“Oh yeah, threaten me, baby,” she replies with heavy sarcasm, bending over to push something towards the window. The man lunges in her direction. He’s going to slap her. He’s just picking something up. It's a toaster. He’s gonna bludgeon her with the toaster. No he’s throwing it out the window. This one lands on a car and the alarm begins blaring.

“Holy shit, this is like reality TV in real life,” Thomas chuckles. 

“I don’t want to threaten you! I don’t want to be that guy! But you make me into that guy!” You make me.

“I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU,” she screams, hysterically trying to convince herself of this fact. She was terrified and sent a second speaker out the window. This one lands differently. Instead of a thud, you can hear it break into pieces as soon as it hits the cement. She has to get out of there. They’re both wasted, but she's belligerent and slurring. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me, you crazy bitch! I deserve respect, as the man of the house!” he bellows. You shudder violently, because that sentence is way too familiar. 

“I already called the police so shut the fuck up!” screams someone from the unit directly behind you. This time you startle so severely that your feet leave the ground for a moment. The man throws the microwave out of the window and the glass tray inside breaks. The sound of glass breaking always made you nauseous, but you couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink.

“Yeah? And what the fuck do you think the police are going to do!? Fucking NOTHING.” Her voice is guttural, rubbed raw and trashed. You can taste the copper in your mouth, just like you know she can. Blood diluted by spit from screaming. 

“Get out. Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT,” she wails, nearly falling over as she points to the window.

“This is my apartment. I pay for ALL of this shit!” There's that male rage again, its only purpose is to create subservience out of fear. Compliance from children who just want the sound to stop, whose insides get twisted up everytime their caretaker uses fear as a means to an end and then calls that love. Children who grow up damaged because they were taught that the world is scary and ruthless and unfeeling. 

If you hadn’t been in the midst of a flashback, your reflexes would have been better. Plates, glasses, mugs, the sounds of these breaking were your biggest triggers, the thing you just couldn’t defeat. When the woman pours a half-packed cardboard box out of the window, you can’t get your hands over your ears fast enough. It’s all kitchenware and at least half a dozen plates have shattered on the pavement by the time you’ve muffled the sound.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. No! No, no! STOP!” Someone was screaming, but not the woman in the second story apartment. It was your mother’s voice, or maybe your sister’s. They didn’t even live in this state, what the hell were they doing here? You can feel yourself being shaken, and only then realize that you’re in the dark.

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n, amour, amour, tell me what's happening. Tesorina, do you need me to – should I, um, do I call…I don't know. I don’t know how to help. I should and I don’t. Fuck.” Finally you’re aware that the voice is speaking to you directly and open your eyes. Tommy is alarmed, bordering on panic. Finally the connection is made: you were the one screaming. Seeing his face brings the present into focus. He’s sitting on the ground which is why you’re crouched over. Or rather the cause and effect is the other way around.

One artichoke is on top of the storm drain, canvas bag crumpled beside you. The blown glass guitar Thomas had purchased and entrusted you to carry is shattered beyond repair. That metaphor and the public embarrassment, is what finally brings you to tears. 

“I br – bro – oke it. ‘M s – sorry.” Thomas looks absolutely mystified until he follows your line of sight. Hands still clamped over your ears, it sounds like you’re speaking underwater.

“Oh my god, tesorina, I don’t care. What can I do?”

“Home,” you squeak, vision blurred. 

“Of course.” Thomas takes the bag and letting him pull it from your arm means briefly uncovering your ear. The couple are now whisper-yelling, sparing glances in your direction. Bucklist item achieved: screaming at someone to stop shouting and they actually stop shouting. The first step forward, a piece of the broken guitar shatters under your boot.

“I ruined it,” you manage to blurt, before giving into a gasping sob.

“It doesn’t matter, tesorina.” Little treasure. Thomas reaches out and you snatch your hand away without thinking. Betrayal. He hides it at an impressive speed, but it's there.

“I’m s –ss – sorry. Ruined it,” you sob. “I – everything, I ju –just –”

“It’s a piece of glass,” he whispers. “I love you and it's just a piece of glass. It’s a thing, y/n.” Slowly, you reach forward, and Tommy meticulously laces his fingers with yours, one at a time. When your hands are clasped his thumb brushes back and forth, soothing.  

You never look up from the stained pavement, not once, even during a busy intersection. You can’t tell if you’re crying because you can’t feel your face. No words are spoken, but Thomas’ anxiety radiates from every pore. You stumble behind him, led by the hand, stomach in your throat as you free fall into a storming chasm of childhood memories. On the fourth stair you trip and land on all fours, so Thomas leads you to the elevator instead.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Y/n?” You stare at the upholstered wall. Chocolate brown with tan line work weaving in and out of itself. You count every time the lines cross. At 36 something touches your back. You wrench away from it and whip around. Thomas is holding the elevator open with one hand because this is his floor. The other hand had tried to gently guide you.

The heavy front door slams shut. That sound hasn’t made you jump for months, but today it prompts a sharp inhale that has you choking on your own spit.

“Tesorina, are you okay? Are you okay?” The carpet had been freshly cleaned, but the cigarette mark burned into the cream-colored fibers remained. Vision blurring out of focus, you remind yourself that these feelings are from a past life. You no longer inhabit a space where they’re true. Movement in your peripheral makes you blink hard to clear the tears from your eyes. It’s Thomas, crawling across the floor. He kneels at your feet to meet your downturned eyes. He waits. 

He weeps. Tries not to, but ends up having to wipe his eyes roughly. Tommy is visibly sickened by the magnitude of his empathy. He feels what you feel, and knowing how unbearable that is, you reach a hand out to cup his face. He places his hand over yours, brings it to his lips. Tommy kisses every finger tip, every knuckle, then palm, wrist, forearm. At seven years old, you’d watched your mother get “Corinthians 1:13” tattooed in the same place after an AA meeting. She repeated that verse to you like building a shield. Looking into your boyfriend’s face now, you understand that it was never about religion.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;  it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

You collapse into his arms and he catches you. Instead of letting you hide against his neck, Tommy presses his forehead to yours.

“Nothing bad is going to happen if you look at me,” he whispers. The habit was totally subconscious and you met his gaze. 

“Hey, here,” he hands you a paper towel. Gracelessly, you blow your nose. The velcro on the sleeve of your jacket scratches so you take that off. Usually Tommy would help, but he’d taken his hands away as soon as you were stable and was sitting on them. For some reason that makes you cry again. At first it’s a couple tears and then you burst into ugly sobs, hands hiding your face.

“Y/n can you nod yes or no?” You nod and Thomas lets out a long sigh. “Do you understand that I’m not mad at all?” Nod. Deep breath. Shaky exhale. Sob.

“Repeat,” you croak.

“Okay. I’m not mad at you about anything, past, present, or future. There is no anger in my body.”

“Annoyed?” You take a shuddering breath to calm down, able to stop the tears.

“I am not annoyed at all either. No negative emotions directed at you.” You nod and peak through your fingers. Tommy's eyes are so damn earnest. 

“No negative emotions directed at you,” he repeats. “I’m not gonna slam the door.” You nod, fighting the wave of suffocating anxiety from the mere suggestion. “I’m not going to break something or yell.” Back to sobbing, and now you’re choking on your own hair. “Shit, I’m sorry.” It was too close to home, but hearing the words would make breathing easier if not for the tears.

“Hug me,” you manage. Thomas slowly wraps you in a loose embrace. He’s leaning way forward, so your torsos aren’t touching. You climb onto his lap and squeeze, demonstrating what kind of hug you want. He sighs in relief and properly holds you. 

“Can I rub your back?” Nod. His right hand runs up and down, applying  light pressure. Seated sideways, you lean your head on his shoulder; hiccups, but no waterworks. Tommy’s Adam's Apple bobs when he swallows hard. He nicked himself shaving this morning. 

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am. This is my fault.” Just from his voice, you can hear that Tommy is also trying not to cry. “I know your history, but I just stood there and like, watched the worst trigger imaginable.”

“It's not your fault.”

“I should have gotten you away from there as quickly as possible, not stood to watch like a…” the self-disgust in his voice is palpable. “Piece of shit.”

“Thomas!”

“I’m not saying it was my fault, but I could have prevented it.” He lets out an uneasy, heavy sigh. This was way too much to navigate right now. Disagreeing would cause conflict and conflict would cause –

“Woah, breathe, baby, breathe.” Tommy rocks back and forth. “You’ve done nothing wrong and I’m just really sorry.” You scoff.

“I had a full fledged meltdown in front of everyone. Then I broke the sculpture.”

“I swear to god, if you mention that sculpture one more time.” Even with his voice void of malice, the blood in your veins turns to ice water. “I don’t care about the sculpture, I care about – Wait, no, no, no, that's not how I meant to phrase that at all. I care about you, not the glass thing, that doesn’t matter. God damn it Tom,” he groans, head tilted back. “Please breathe, amour,” he pleads as you shiver. 

“You lied. You are mad.” You get up. With tightly balled into fists, you walk to the sink. Rinsing your face doesn’t help and how he’s seen your hands shaking. You grip the counter and scrunch your eyes closed. How much anger had he buried and when was the reckoning? Would there be any warning? You couldn’t live your life bracing for it.

“Thomas, just get it over with.” You set your jaw, determined to stop the tears for good.

“Get over what?” he asks, standing up.

“Just fight with me now.”

“I just don't want to fight with you.”

“Just yell at me now and get it over with!” What was meant to be stern comes out as a scream, the same kind of scream the woman three blocks up used. Somehow the sound was still bottled up inside you, all these years later.

“Mia vita, I am not going to yell at you. I have never yelled at you.” You roll your eyes at his idealism, that hardened exterior that kept you alive going up.

“In every relationship people yell at eachother. Eventually you were going to yell at me. So just do it now.”

“Over a piece of glass? C’mon, we know this isn’t really about that. ”

“I’m. Not. Crazy.”

“Of course not.” He’s wide eyed and vulnerable, no defensiveness. “I didn’t mean to imply that, but maybe I did and I’m really, really sorry.” Taken aback, you wait for the rest of it.

“I know what anger sounds like, Thomas.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have watched my words and compartmentalized.” His tone of voice remains soft, regardless of your escalation. Again, you wait.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t do this,” you snap. It feels like your heart is being squeezed in your father’s fist. Thomas is taken aback.

“Amour, I don’t understand,” he chokes, suddenly desperate.

“You wouldn’t make me wait and wonder when it's gonna happen, live in fear of when you’re going to snap!” The words fall to the floor with the same weight as stereo speakers out of a second story window. They just lay there on the kitchen tile, ugly and mangled. You’d like to clean them up before the grout is stained red, but don’t have the right supplies. Now you’ll have to get a carpet to hide the stains, or fabricate a perfectly anecdotal lie for house guests, or remodel the kitchen. 

Thomas pulls a bar stool out from under the island, carrying it so the legs don’t scuff against the floor. He sits down gingerly.

“Will you come here, please?” Deciding that Thomas isn’t the type to set traps, you walk over. Standing between his parted legs, you’re the same height.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. You meet his eyes and find no aggression, just his gentle demeanor. Tommy extends a hand, asking you to take it. He puts your palm against his heart and that iron clad exterior falls away. 

“I am upset with the situation, not you. I am upset at those people who made their relationship the whole neighborhood’s problem. I’m upset at myself for handling it poorly. I’m upset that none of the adults in your childhood acted like adults and now you have to suffer. I am not upset with you. I do not care about a piece of glass. I do not care if the whole neighborhood thinks I’m dating a crazy person. You are my crazy person and I love you.” What a relief it is to believe him.

“Shit, I’m so sorry –”

“No.”

“No?”

“You don’t get to apologize about this.”

“But in the elevator I –”

“Nope.”

“The artichoke.”

“Errr,” Tommy makes a sound like a game show buzzer.

“I had a full mental breakdown in public.”

“And?”

“I’m sorr–” He interrupts by loudly shushing you. “The snot!”

“Approval pending.”

“Okay, but for real, I’m sorry for screaming at you. I don’t know where that came from. Well, actually I do. I just didn’t know that it was so close to the surface.”

“Apology accepted,” he hums, wrapping an arm around your waist. You startle and Thomas begins to pull away, but you stop him. 

“I’m going to be jumpy for a while, but that doesn’t mean don’t touch me.”

“I hate that you’re scared of me,” he whispers.

“I’m not scared of you. It's a memory.” As soon as your hands touch his face, Tommy’s eyelids close with heaviness. He’s not expecting the kiss. The skin of your lips sticks together, tacky from tears and saliva.

“You are my lighthouse.”

Notes: Well wasn't that some nice light reading! I am an attention whore so feel free to give me feedback.

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Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

Sabine, From a Certain Point of View

Story Summary: A collection of short stories about Sabine Wren from the viewpoints of different people in her life, all of them noting a peculiar change happening within the young woman. Takes place during Ezra's ten year absence and the events of the Ahsoka series.

Author's Note: I know I said that Sparring Session would be coming out but then I had this idea for a fic appear and I needed to write it immediately. I don't know when Sparring Session will be out, but I hope you all like this one in it's place.

@sabezraweek - Prompt: Then and Now

Governor Ryder Azadi

Azadi liked to take a stroll through the streets of Lothal's capital when the politics became too heavy to deal with.

Sometimes, he would visit the local market and just sit on a bench somewhere and just . . . soak in the vibrancy and life of all the people moving about. It was a quiet reminder of what was really important when the squabbling New Republic senators threatened to make him feel nostalgic for the Empire.

Other times, he stopped at the various food stalls, marveling at the steady surge of new vendors, species, and cultures. He talked with them, welcomed the merchants to the city, and listened to their stories, their grievances, and asked about their lives.

Regardless of where his stroll through the capital took him, it always ended in one place: the Wall of Heroes. It was a mural, depicting the legendary Ghost crew, who were instrumental in the defense and liberation of Lothal from the Empire.

And, most importantly, they were personal friends of Azadi. He made it a point to visit the mural whenever his schedule allowed.

It was early evening when he arrived - only to find that he was not alone.

Sabine Wren was also there. He almost didn't recognize her without the customary Mandalorian armor on; she wore a customized flight jacket, vibrant red tunic, form fitting combat pants and the boots to match.

Her hair was a new shade of deep purple and the edges, dyed a dusk orange, now reached just slightly past her shoulders.

She was turned away from him, arms crossed, looking at the mural.

Azadi cleared his throat. "Sabine? Is that you?"

Sabine stirred from some deep reverie and turned around. "Hey, Ryder."

I always forget how young she really is, thought Ryder. He knew her history: the losses and sacrifices. Sabine was barely into her twenties.

So much tragedy at such a young age. He was no stranger to it himself, but at least the benefit of it being stretched out over a longer period meant he had the time to process it properly.

Sabine was born into the war. And now it was over. He wondered what would come next for her.

Azadi walked over to her and gazed at the mural. "Surprised to see you here, Sabine."

She shrugged. "Nowhere else to be, at the moment."

His stomach sank. Way to be forgetful, old man, he thought, bitterly.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "There's no excuse - I shouldn't have forgotten what happened to Mandalore. Your family."

Sabine replied, "You've been busy running a whole sector. I get it. Wish I could forget." Her tone was light, but her expression was strained.

He looked around. "I don't see Ahsoka here. I figured you would be staying with her."

Azadi had heard rumors that the Jedi Knight had taken Sabine on as an apprentice. Something about Sabine's sudden reappearance on Lothal told him that wasn't true . . . or, at least, not anymore.

Sabine's face became an empty, neutral mask. Tonelessly, she said, "That won't be happening."

"I see," said Azadi. He sensed that he was treading near dangerous territory and changed the subject. "So you'll be staying on Lothal, then?"

"If that's alright."

Azadi snorted. "You're a war hero, Sabine. You're more than welcome to make this your home."

"Thanks." He could hear the relief in her voice. Sabine hesitated, then asked, "Is Lothalnet comm tower E-272 still available?"

Azadi blinked at the young woman. But she wasn't looking at him; she was looking at the mural again.

He followed her line of sight and realized she was staring at the image of Ezra Bridger, fellow Ghost crewmate and her best friend.

Azadi knew the two had been close . . . but there was something haunted in her eyes this time. Something new burned there.

"Ezra's old watchtower," he murmured.

She nodded.

"It is," he said. "Free of charge, for you. I made sure it was never disturbed after . . . after he left."

There was a tightening around her eyes. "He's still out there, Ryder," she snarled.

Azadi almost took a step back, surprised by her sudden tone.

"Of course. I didn't mean to imply otherwise," replied Azadi, cautiously. "You can move in whenever you want."

Sabine seemed to catch herself and took a deep breath. After a moment, she hung her head and said quietly, "Thank you." There was a pause and then she added, "I already moved in yesterday with all my stuff, by the way."

"Of course you did," said Azadi, wryly.

They both stared at the mural for a few quiet moments.

"Sabine, I'm sorry . . . about everything." It seemed such an insignificant gesture in the face of everything the young woman was facing.

He wanted badly to give Sabine a hug, but something in her demeanor told him that it would be unwelcome.

Azadi opted instead to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and then moved towards the exit. Sabine nodded at him in reply and then stepped away to the mural.

She was still there as he looked back one last time, feeling worried.

One hand was up, touching the face of Ezra's image; there was an intimacy in the way she was doing it and Azadi - for the briefest of seconds - felt like a voyeur, watching something he shouldn't be.

The other hand was down by her side.

It was, he noted with concern, curled into a tight fist.

Hera Syndulla

The cafe Sabine chose to meet at had a cozy, hole-in-the-wall aesthetic that Hera immediately liked; the server, a fellow Twi'lek woman, young, with a bright, lively face smiled at her and sat her down at a table outside under the shade of a veranda.

Hera ordered her usual blend of caf and waited for Sabine to arrive.

The young woman in question arrived several minutes later, dressed in a mechanic's jumpsuit that was smudged with oil and grease stains. Her hair, frazzled and sticking out in odd spots, was surprisingly clean despite her overall appearance.

She's growing it out, Hera noted. Sabine had always kept her hair short, purely for practical reasons.

Not anymore it seems.

Hera stood and gave Sabine a firm hug and then took a proper look at her. It had been months since they had last seen each other.

"You look terrible," said Hera.

Sabine grinned. "Back at you."

Hera snorted . . . and then nodded in reluctant agreement. The New Republic had been running her ragged since the War's end; she'd been engaged in extended clean-up operations, helping to push back the Imperial Remnant further and further away from the Core World Systems.

"I just want to sleep for a year," she admitted.

The server arrived with Hera's caf. She nodded at Sabine. "Your usual?"

Sabine replied, "Yup. Thanks, Des."

Hera blew at her caf and took a sip. It was heavenly; far better than the usual New Republic military standard sludge that she regularly consumed.

She held back a groan. "Nice place you chose. This caf is to die for."

"Yeah. Ezra told me about it a while back. Wanted to take me here, someday."

Hera glanced at Sabine, hiding it behind another sip of sweet, dark caf. At the mention of Ezra, she noted how Sabine's became a mask, completely devoid of emotion, despite the light tone of her voice.

She thought about the reason why this meeting was happening; specifically, because of what was sitting in her jacket pocket.

Ezra's holo-disc. A private recording containing a message solely for Sabine. She had found it tucked away in a secret place onboard the Ghost, during a routine maintenance check.

Hera also knew that Sabine had a recent falling out with Ahsoka. She wasn't sure why; the Jedi Knight had kept those reasons to herself, frustratingly.

But she had given a warning to Hera about Sabine.

Beware her heart, Hera.

Despite her better judgment, Hera still wanted to give Sabine the holo-disc. She deserved that much.

Whether it would be a gift or a burden . . . well, that was up to Sabine.

Sabine's order - a steaming mug of hot chocolate - arrived from Des. She thanked the server and blew at it.

Hot chocolate. Ezra's favorite. Hera felt her heart squeeze at the sight.

She misses you, Ezra. And so do I.

"I assume you didn't want to meet just to stare at me, Hera," said Sabine, dryly.

Hera started, feeling guilty at being caught. "Just admiring the new look you've got going."

Sabine scoffed. "Covered in grease and oil? Yeah, it's all the rage these days. Gotta stay in fashion."

Hera rolled her eyes. "I meant the hair."

"Oh." Sabine leaned back and sipped at her hot chocolate. "Thought I'd try something new." There was a casual slant to her statement that told Hera she was being evasive.

Hera said, "I remember Ezra sketching you, once upon a time. He had one where you had longer hair."

Sabine looked away. "Is that so?" she murmured.

"Yeah." Hera peered at her, but couldn't see the young woman's eyes to gauge . . . no, she was mistaking it. It couldn't be. "He told me it was his favorite sketch of you. Did you ever see it?"

Sabine shrugged, still not looking directly at Hera. "Don't recall."

Yeah, right. You regularly raided his stuff whenever you needed something, like any older sister would do. No way you didn't peek at his sketchbook.

"Hmmm," said Hera. "Anyway, I came here to give you this." She reached into her pocket and placed Ezra's holo-disc onto the table.

Sabine arched an eyebrow. "Gee, you shouldn't have."

Hera, ignoring the sarcastic remark, explained, "I found it on the Ghost during a recent maintenance check. It was tucked away safe and tight."

She paused, looking seriously at Sabine, before continuing, "I don't want you to think that I was hiding this from you. The moment I found out what it was, I cleared my schedule to get it here to you."

Sabine's expression turned wolf-like; there was a ravenous glint in the young woman's eyes that made Hera feel uncomfortable.

"Hera, what is this?" she quietly. But Hera could tell that she had already guessed at it.

Without saying a word, Hera pressed the button to play Ezra's message.

She just watched Sabine, not really listening to Ezra's words; Hera had already re-watched it dozens of times herself, just to verify that it was really him.

And also so she could hear Ezra's voice again.

That ravenous glint in Sabine's eyes grew sharper; as she listened, her face became transposed into something approaching agony.

Hera had met with refugees from the Empire's atrocities on other worlds. Their eyes and faces had the same hollowed out expression and starving look that Sabine now exhibited.

The message finished playing. Neither of them said anything for a long moment, both just staring at the recording.

With a shaking hand, Sabine reached out to take the holo-disc. She clutched it to her chest, bent over; the young woman's shoulders shook intensely with . . . grief, Hera supposed, was maybe the closest word she could think of.

Hera finished her caf, letting Sabine work through it in silence. When she was finally composed, Hera said, softly, "You heard him. He's counting on you."

Sabine's grasp on the holo-disc turned into a vise, her hand becoming a claw over the device. Her eyes radiated a fire that Hera had never seen before.

"Yes," Sabine said in an ominous tone. "He is."

Beware her heart, Hera, warned Ahsoka.

I might have made a mistake in giving her this, she thought. But what's done is done.

Hera's last memory of Sabine as she left was the young woman hunched over the table, watching the recording again with an odd sheen in her eyes - and she was reminded of the pictures from storybook tales of dragons from her youth.

How they coveted their precious hoards of gold and treasure.

How they burned all who threatened to take it away.

Ahsoka Tano

"She's off-world? You're certain?" asked Ahsoka, speaking to the hologram of Governor Ryder Azadi.

The older man nodded. "We're certain. You won't be running into her."

Ahsoka was relieved. "Thank you, Azadi."

"Of course." He hesitated and Ahsoka sensed his consternation.

"Is there a reason why you two aren't together anymore?" he asked.

Ahsoka crossed her arms, thinking. "Yes."

"Ah, okay. Is that something you're willing to share?"

"No."

Azadi deflated, but said, "Look, Ahsoka. I understand if it's Jedi business, but this is Sabine we're talking about. We're all worried about her."

You should be, thought Ahsoka. And more.

"How often has she been taking these trips?" she asked, changing the subject.

Azadi pursed his lips, clearly annoyed. "It's not consistent. Sometimes she doesn't leave for months; then, all of a sudden, she's there and back again five times in a single week."

Ahsoka tapped her fingers. "Chasing down leads on Ezra."

"Yes," Azadi agreed. "Hera has also been reaching out with her concerns. She says Sabine's been putting inquiries out to the New Republic military, calling in favors."

He leaned forward, eyes intense. "It's drawing attention from some of the higher-ups in the Security Council. I'm doing what I can to deflect it away from her, but Sabine isn't going to stop digging."

Ahsoka sighed. Hera had told her about the decision to hand over Ezra's message, despite Ahsoka's warning.

"Ahsoka, you might be the only one who can reach out to her," urged Azadi.

"Not the only one," the Jedi Knight replied, pointedly.

Azadi sighed. "The only one here, right now. Ezra is gone."

She grimaced. Much as she wanted to rein in her wayward former Padawan, Sabine had made it clear that they were done in their last conversation.

"I can't. It would probably do more harm than good if I talked to her. Sabine has to work through this herself."

"Well, then, why are you here on Lothal if not to check up on her? She's losing herself to this obsession with Ezra."

"I know she's losing herself," said the Jedi. "I want to know if she's lost."

Huyang carefully maneuvered the T-6 shuttle next to Ezra's watchtower and opened the docking ramp in front of the balcony. Ahsoka made the short jump with ease and landed lightly.

Her comm-link beeped at her. "Shall I wait for you below, Lady Tano?" asked Huyang.

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

The droid obliged her and parked the shuttlecraft onto a nearby clearing. Ahsoka turned to the doorway leading inside and braced herself before entering.

The first thing she noticed was the echoes of strong emotions emanating through the Force; waves of grief, roiling pockets of resentment and failure, with some small starbursts of joy and clarity peppered in between.

The second thing she noticed, as she focused her eyes in the dim lighting, was the mess. It was everywhere.

Mess was not unusual for Sabine, but this was beyond even her usual chaotic organization. It looked like a gundark had run rampant in the small, but cozy inner area of the watchtower, scattering debris everywhere.

Texts, notes, various star maps with scribbles on them; datapads with reams of information regarding anything about the migratory patterns of puurgils; bits and bobs of various machinery in different stages of disassembly, along with the discarded tools next to them.

And . . . there were sketches of Ezra. Not as how Ahsoka remembered him, but what looked like Sabine's vision of how he might look at his current age, or even older.

Ahsoka sighed and crossed her arms. Her former Padawan was sinking fast into her obsession with Ezra. Faster than even she could have imagined.

A soft mewling sounded from her feet. She looked down and found a loth-cat, peering up at her.

The Jedi Knight smiled. "Well, hello there little one." She reached down to pet it. The loth-cat purred its approval, rubbed against her leg in thanks and skittered off into the darkness.

"Looks reasonably healthy," observed the Jedi. "It can't be all bad if Sabine still takes the time to take care of you."

Her comm-link chirped. "How does it look, Lady Tano?"

"Not good, Huyang. Sabine's gone much farther than I anticipated."

The droid sighed. "When it comes to Ezra, we should have known better."

"It's dangerous," countered Ahsoka. "She's already attracting attention from the New Republic."

"For her, that is of little consequence."

Ahsoka grimaced. Stepping over to a work table, she looked at one of the sketches of Ezra - longer hair with a beard. No longer the earnest teenager she remembered, Sabine now envisioned a handsome, young man with serious, if slightly sad eyes.

She reached out to grab the art of Ezra to get a closer eye on the details; it was amazingly accurate work, even for Sabine -

Ahsoka jerked back her hand. The artwork burned through the Force; touching it had been akin to putting her hand into an open flame.

She knew of few emotions that could evoke such a powerful response.

This was Sabine and Ezra. She knew how close Sabine had been to Ezra before he disappeared with Thrawn to unknown parts of the galaxy.

Time - and countless more tragedies - it seemed had sharpened those feelings into something more.

"Huyang, I'm done here. Power up the engines."

"At once, Lady Tano. Have you made your decision?"

Ahsoka glanced around the empty watchtower, feeling that raw emotion permeate everything around her. How blind I've been.

Do you know Sabine? Do you know what's really driving you now?

"I can't help her. But I can prevent her from going further down this path."

"How?" asked the droid.

"We pick up the search ourselves and beat her to Ezra." She headed to the balcony. The shuttlecraft appeared, the docking ramp extended. "Do we know the last location of Thrawn's associate? Morgan Elsbeth?"

"New Republic intelligence has her listed as a magistrate on the planet Corvus, in the city of Calodan. I shall set in the coordinates."

Ahsoka jumped onto the ramp and looked back at Ezra's watchtower where her former Padawan now resided.

She wondered how many lonely nights Sabine spent in there, working away on some new thread of information about Ezra's whereabouts.

Moving into Ezra's old home. There's two ghosts living there now.

As the T-6 shuttle moved away to head into orbit, she saw the loth-cat perched in the doorway, staring back at her curiously.

Ahsoka called out to it. "Take care of her for me!"

The loth-cat just cocked its head. She smiled and went to join Huyang in the cockpit.

Settling in, she said, "The race is on."

"Sabine has quite the lead on us," Huyang pointed out.

Ahsoka engaged the hyperdrive. "I'm not a good loser, Huyang. And this is one race we need to win."

She threw the throttle back - and the stars streamed into hyperspace.

Shin Hati

The prisoner was loud for the entire trip to Peridea. Shin could sense that even her master, Baylan Skoll, was cultivating his former training as a Jedi to maintain patience.

Most of the guards began to stay away from her, as ordered by Morgan Elsbeth. “She is no threat without the Force,” she observed. “Leave her be.”

Shin had scoffed at Elsebeth’s assessment of Wren’s abilities, only to receive a glare from her master in reprimand.

Elsbeth hasn’t faced her in battle like I have, thought Shin. She doesn’t know how capable Wren is.

True, Shin had bested her the first time they had fought - but it had been much closer than she was anticipating. The Jedi, untrained as she was, fought bravely.

And Wren had survived. Their most recent battle had seen her skills improve dramatically in the short time since then, forcing Shin into a draw.

It was the most fun she'd had trying to kill someone in a long time.

You are an interesting one, Sabine Wren, she thought. I wonder what makes you fight so hard.

Shin fingered the lightsaber on her belt - not her own design, but the one wielded by Wren.

Or maybe, she thought, a wicked smile forming, it's who makes you fight.

Shin found the prisoner silent as she entered the brig. Peering through the opening of Wren's cell, she saw her laying back on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

"Finally tired yourself out from screaming at every passing person?" Shin called.

Wren jerked out of her reverie. "Oh, it's you," she said, grumpily. "Are we there yet?"

Shin replied, "I'm afraid not."

The Jedi sighed and turned away from her. "Then go away."

Shin ignited Wren's lightsaber, admiring the green-white blade that blazed into existence.

Wren whirled into a combat stance with surprising speed. Her eyes widened with surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked, suspicion heavy in her question.

Shin closed the lightsaber down. "Green is an interesting choice. It matches you well, now that I think about it more, but I envisioned you with a violet coloring. Suits you better."

Wren stared at her. "It's not mine. Holding on to it for a friend."

Shin arched an eyebrow. "So casual about it. But your feelings betray you. A Jedi's weapon is their life." She leaned in close, eyes wide with interest. "This 'friend' just gave it to you?"

She nodded. "Interesting," replied Shin. "He gave his life to you."

Shin lifted the lightsaber, gripped tightly with both hands - and began to snap it in half, drawing on the Force for extra strength.

"What a waste," she sneered.

A flash of motion - and then Shin found herself being choked. Wren had flew across the cell with ferocious speed, slipped an arm through the opening, and was now strangling her.

"Let it go," Wren snarled. Her eyes burned with dark, venomous rage. "Let it go!"

Shin's vision began to pulse and fade into black. She dropped the lightsaber.

Wren didn't stop. Her grip only tightened.

Shin grabbed her lightsaber, activated it, and made to slash down at the hand gripping her throat with what strength she had left.

Wren jerked back just in time.

Shin collapsed backward, gasping for air, hating the retching sounds escaping from her throat.

She looked back at Wren in the cell. There was no sense of victory or gloating from her.

Just a cold stare that sent a sliver of fear racing through Shin's heart for a moment. Indignant rage filled her a moment later - how dare this would-be Jedi make her feel scared, powerless!

She stumbled to her feet, preparing to open the cell door and cut Wren down here and now -

"Enough," came a stern voice.

Shin looked to the source. It was her master, Baylan Skoll.

"Master - did you see what she - ", she started, stumbling over the words, but Baylan cut her off.

"I saw enough, my young apprentice," Baylan snapped. "I saw her almost kill you. Have you had your fill of embarrassment tonight?"

Shin's face twisted with more anger, but she didn't move.

"Pick up the lightsaber and come with me,” Baylan said with a sigh. He called to Wren. "My apologies. I made you a promise."

Wren didn't acknowledge him. She simply fixed a grim smile at Shin. "Keep your apprentice on a shorter leash next time," she said.

Shin stared at her. "I'll kill you," she replied, softly.

Wren retorted, "You'll try."

"Shin!" called her master, sounding annoyed. "Come, now."

Shin finally obeyed her master. Walking the corridor together, she whispered, "I thought she barely had any Force sensitivity? How is she strong; so fast?"

Baylan glanced at his apprentice. "It's not the Force she's drawing on for strength."

Shin frowned, massaging at her bruised throat. "Then what is it?" she asked.

Baylan said, "Something, in my opinion, that is far more unpredictable and dangerous. You crossed a line with her. Don't do it again."

Shin looked at Wren's lightsaber in her hand, remembering the flash of pure rage.

And something more significant behind it . . . giving the fuel to burn.

She looked back at her master, starting to understand. Baylan nodded. "Now, you begin to see. Rage, fear, sadness, joy - all of them are born from the same emotion."

Shin almost felt sorry for her. "She's consumed by it."

"Yes," Baylan agreed. "It gives her tremendous power and drive, but it also blinds her. Now go get some treatment for that bruise."

Shin rubbed at her throat, wincing at the pain.

But, in reality, it was a small inconvenience compared to what Wren had to be feeling. She'd heard stories from her master about Jedi who succumbed to temptation like Wren did.

She shivered, suddenly feeling grateful that Wren was locked away in a cell.

Not for her protection. For everyone else's.

Ezra Bridger

It didn't take long for Ezra to notice Sabine begin to stumble while helping the Noti move their belongings. He could sense her fatigue through the Force, seeping into him, making him feel stretched thin.

After watching her trip over nothing for the third time, he walked up to her. "I think you should rest, Sabine."

"I can't - no time. We have to move." The lack of usual snark and fire in her reply confirmed his suspicions.

"You can barely walk. I'll handle the rest. Been doing it myself these past ten years, anyway."

The lance of guilt that pierced him through the Force almost elicited a gasp of pain; Sabine looked away, but there was no mistaking the wetness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ezra," she mumbled.

He had a feeling it wasn't just for being unable to help with the Noti. Ezra's heart cracked a little more; he'd been catching more glimpses of something off about his old friend.

More than once, he'd caught her staring at him or sneaking glances when she thought he wasn't looking. Sabine also never drifted too far away from him either, always making sure she could see him.

It's like she wants to make sure I'm still here, he thought. That I won't disappear again.

And there was the matter of her being secretive about how she found him. Sabine had never been the most open about her inner thoughts and feelings but whatever she was hiding this time was big; it hid in a corner of her mind, like a rancor hiding in the shadows of a cave.

It worried him. A lot.

But he pushed those worries aside for the moment. "It's okay, really. You've had a long trip. Go rest."

Sabine breathed deep and nodded. "Yeah. Okay."

He led her to an empty hut and helped her into the cot. "Not much in the way of pillows, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," she replied. "Cozier than the ride I hitched over here."

Ah. So she didn't travel with Ahsoka or Hera.

The pit of dread inside his stomach grew larger. He ignored it.

"I'll wake you up once we finish. Should be a couple more hours," he said.

He turned to leave - and felt a tug on his sleeve; Sabine was grabbing his arm.

She seemed surprised to see herself holding on to him. Ezra looked at her. "You okay?"

"You'll be here, right? When I wake up?" Her question was barely a whisper, but it was spoken with well-aged fear and anxiety.

Oh, Sabine.

He wondered what had happened to her in the long ten years apart from each other. He leaned down and held her hand. "I'll be the first thing you see, I promise."

The smile she gave was so pure; it kindled something in Ezra's heart - feelings he thought had been successfully buried long ago.

No. No, now was not the time.

"Okay. Good night, Ezra."

"Actually," he replied, "it's technically morning. I think. Never did get the hang of time over here."

Sabine snorted. "Whatever. Whenever you go to sleep is night time."

Ezra laughed. Now that was the Sabine he remembered.

He stayed by her side until her breathing slowed and felt her mind clear into dreamless sleep.

Reaching over, he gently moved a stray strand of hair across her forehead.

I left and you stayed the same, he thought.

Or did she?

He thought of how easily they slipped into old habits during their reunion.

Ezra knew he wasn't the same person after he left. He wondered what had happened to Sabine.

She's a survivor. She can survive anything.

He had made the gamble that she could survive even the loss of him.

Looking down at her sleeping form, he suddenly wasn't so sure. And the thought filled him with heart-ache.

"Good night, Sabine," he said, softly.

He couldn't bear the thought of Sabine doing something reckless to get here . . . but, no. He trusted her with everything when he left.

She wouldn't let him down. Not Sabine. Not with so much at stake.

Ezra gazed softly at Sabine, and cursed his heart; there was still a wriggling worm of doubt burrowing in there.

There would be plenty of time to find out later. They were together again.

Ezra left Sabine to her sleep.

Whatever Sabine was hiding from him, they would face it together.

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I just searched around for custom embroidered patches with no minimum batch size requirement.

I think I went with the website “tactical gear junkie” to get mine made and they came out alright, although they only do velcro backed patches, which made sewing them on kinda annoying.

Not recommending that brand nor saying to avoid them, they definitely worked fine, came out well, and aren’t super expensive. Etsy probably has other vendors that will do decent patches too.

The pride flag patches are all off Etsy. Those are much easier to find.

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Classic Leather Jacket Looks Of Famed Stars From Some Iconic Movies

If you wish to put on a leather jacket like some of the coolest Hollywood veterans then hurry and start reading the blog now

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The Ultimate Guide to Buying Gift Boxes: Where to Start?

The Ultimate Guide to Buying Gift Boxes: Where to Start?

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It's all in the details.

Now that Jake and I have married, I can finally share some of the details that I planned (and made). It was a lot of work, but so worth it.

First, we have our Save the Dates and invitations. I made all of our stationary in Canva (from scratch) except for a few signs I purchased off Etsy and edited on Templett.

We had a guestbook table with a polaroid station; I put toiletry baskets in each of the bathrooms for guests; we did not have favors, instead we made donations to a few organizations in honor of guests that could not attend our event; we also had a S'mores bar!

Our venue was a shelter pavilion in a state park. We kept the interior decor minimal because the structure is so beautiful.

Our bridesmaids and groomsmen wore a pastel rainbow. We got our dresses and ties from David's Bridal in the colors Chianti, Quartz, Dusty Sage, and Dusty Blue. Our suits matched, but I let my bridal party choose their own styles in their assigned color.

I also got my dress (in Blush) and jacket at David's Bridal.

My handsome husband wore a pink tie to match my dress, which had pink undertones, and we all wore matching checkered Vans in our respective colors.

I made the groomsmen boutonnieres and our centerpieces (I painted the pots green and we were supposed to have them placed on wooden slabs that Jake chopped for me. But we accidentally forgot those at home. Whoops!

I created our programs on Canva. On the front, it featured our timeline, wedding info, and important people. On the back, I mentioned our menu, vendors, and fun things to do after the reception.

Speaking of our timeline...when guests arrived, they would come across a pallet that Jake and I painted.

Then, a little further down the path, they could find our guestbook and card table where we displayed our signs and seating chart (not pictured due to full names being mentioned).

Next to the guestbook table was a flower archway where we encouraged guests to take selfies for our guestbook (and themselves). I made the arch by myself.

For entertainment, in addition to dancing and iSpy, we offered an assortment of yard games and card games.

I made Jake custom corn hole boards as a present that feature our last name and "2024" in roman numerals.

Jake helped me make a tray for a S'Mores bar and I made menu signs on Canva featuring our dessert options and variations of S'Mores.

We did not serve alcohol. Instead for refreshments, we had a lemonade bar and soft drinks.

In my hair, I wore flower pins I made from paper roses and bobby pins. Super easy to make and so pretty.

It doesn't allow me to include more images, so I'll wrap this up. I made additional things like tie-dye shirts for the bridal party and custom bags for our apple cider donuts, but maybe I'll feature those in a different post about the wedding itself.