#tailoress

[entwinedreams]

OC BIRTHDAYS!

beaulieu siblings

ariane, december 12th jason, march 2nd andromache, april 22nd selene, feb 21st

rhiannon stellaro, oct 22nd.

salem mocchain, june 7th.

yukimura emi, august 30th.

iwakura yuko, april 4th.

imogen drosselmeier, may 1st.

viktoriya passerine, march 1st.

alaia d’aramitz, dec 24th.

mina shräder, november 29th

[f-rodfans]

Upcoming movie: The Tailoress

Freddy Rodriguez next project: as Nazi Auschwitz Commander.

Latest 2025 IMDB status: pre-production

The Dressmakers (movie): A young seamstress, struggles and fights to survive the horrors of Auschwitz with the hope of being reunited with her son.

Directed/written by: Ray Lënard Brown

Cast: Josh Zuckerman, Freddy Rodríguez, Galadriel Stineman

Josh Zuckerman as Ezra Nagy Freddy Rodríguez as Commandant Rudolf Hoess Galadriel Stineman as Adela Berkowitz Michael Emery as Arthur Liebehenschel Ty Hunter as Rudolf Vrba

[sturns-mermaid]

GUARDED HEARTS PT2

part 1 here | proofread ish | part of my knight chris x princess reader au

no warnings - enemies to lovers trope

🌷 wc: 1.3k | divider @anitalenia

Chris had never been to a ball or festival of sorts, as a guest, that is. He had worked a few times when the kingdom had special events such as security, standing outside of the entrance, or some other thing on the kingdom grounds. When the party was going on, he never went inside or experienced the many activities of the night. He was a little shocked when your parents invited him to the ball. Your parents were the first to invite him.

And now he was in a sort of predicament. The thing was Chris had never had to dress formally, he had everyday clothes but nothing worth wearing to a ball. He thought about wearing his armor but that would look weird. All he had was an old white button-up shirt and black pants. It would have to do as he truly had nothing else to wear. He needed no fancy clothing, not like he could ever afford it, anyway. The difference between you and Chris was that you had grown up with luxury, the best of everything, Chris however was lucky if his mother had pulled together enough scraps to make dinner that night. 

Meanwhile, you were at the castle getting a dress tailored to your exact measurements. You loved trying on several dresses. You had chosen a light pink ball gown with flowers that seemed into the fabric. It was gorgeous and fit the theme well. You squirmed as the tailoress pinned yet another needle in the material trying to get the perfect shape around your body. Thankfully, you had a good couple of hours before the festival started, and the ball itself wasn’t until later tonight. You admired the dress in the mirror, loving the way it looked on you. Your arms, however, were tiring of holding up the front of the dress.

“So are you excited handsome knight is coming?” a voice broke through the silence, your gaze looking through the mirror to see your cousin. “Bell?” you questioned slightly, turning and hearing a groan from the tailoress as she lost her place in her task. You muttered a quiet sorry as your cousin stepped closer. “The dress is super cute, I bet he’ll love it,” she says, grinning at you. Rolling your eyes in response, she always teased you about Chris and insisted you both were soulmates and that you just didn’t know it yet.

“I can’t believe they invited him…” You trail off biting your bottom lip, dreading the idea of Chris being in your presence the whole night. Bell giggles playfully, hitting your arm, enough to make you almost lose balance. “Oh, come on! Admit it already, you two have a thing for each other” she squealed, your face heating up at her comment. 

Finally, after a long amount of standing, your dress was pinned and ready to be done to your exact preference. Bell had left a while ago, saying she was going to annoy the cooks with the special cookies they made, shaped like flowers before the guests ate them all. You of course were left standing in the center of the room, but thankfully it was over. Slipping out of the dress and changing into something more casual you make your way downstairs to where your mother is drinking tea in the dining room. “Sweetie, I need your opinion on something” She gestures to you over smiling. Walking over you see her looking through a dress catalog, dresses for tonight.

Your eyes scan over the various images of big gowns and dresses, they all look beautiful. “Which should I wear tonight?” she asks before taking a sip from her cup. You run your fingers along the pages, pointing to a beautiful red dress as that was your mother’s signature color. “That one is perfect,” you replied, giving her a soft smile. A couple of hours later you were standing outside of the castle entrance welcoming people inside for the flower festivals, flowers lined the halls of the castle and seeped out into the outside grounds.

“Thank you for coming,” you repeated for the nth time shaking people’s hands as they walked inside. After everyone had seen the flowers they were led into the ballroom, flowers placed in every corner along with other decorations. Circle tables and centerpieces with flowers off to one side and food and drinks to the other. A grand piano in the corner of the room, playing a lovely tune. What you loved most was the soft lighting, fairy lights were strung over the walls creating a warm glow around your surroundings. 

The night had begun and the ball was in full swing, it was now time for your grand entrance deciding down the golden staircase in your dress. With help from your cousin Bell, she managed to do your hair and makeup. It was just a few seconds before they announced your entrance. 

Chris stood outside of the castle gates pacing back and forth, debating whether he should go inside. Maybe this was all some kind of sick joke, why would your parents suddenly invite him to a ball? They never had before and he was certain you didn’t want him there of all people. The guard watched him as he paced, flipping through the list of names of people who were allowed entry. “Let me see…” he trailed off, running his finger down the paper. He eyed Chris with a raised brow as he started to recognize him. “Chris? what are you doing here” he questioned thinking it was odd he was here as a guest. Chris ran a hand through his hair getting overwhelmed by the feeling that he truly didn’t belong, on the inside of the castle.

After a few minutes of pestering and teasing from the other guard, he let Chris through laughing as he made his way inside the castle. That’s when he saw you, descending from the stairs. The lights cast a golden shadow over you that made your dress sparkle in the light. You looked more beautiful than ever, your makeup bringing out your eyes and your hair looked so good. He felt his heart start to race when you met his gaze, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

For a moment he felt something between you two, something he couldn’t quite explain almost like time had frozen and it was just you two. You made your way down the stairs, hearing the clapping of the guests and the way they admired your appearance, Chris almost felt jealous that they had gotten to see you like this so often. He quickly shook off the thought as you made your way down the stairs and to the center of the ballroom where your parents stood waiting for you. 

“So, I think it would be a fantastic decision if we were to marry,” his voice was dull like chalk on a blackboard. You were so close to snapping, thinking your ears would surely start bleeding any second now. Your gaze met Chris from across the room as he stood awkwardly sipping from a glass a sour look on his face, you giggled to yourself before his face came back into your vision.

“Princess?” he questioned trying to get your attention back to his horrible way of flirting. “Excuse me one moment,” you say, shrugging him off as you walk away letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. The ball had turned into a dreadful experience when your parents introduced you to a line of princes around your age; this was all a setup to auction off their only daughter.

You had enough after the first conversation feeling annoyed how they only talked about themselves and never went with your challenging words. “You sure clean up nice,” you mutter leaning against the wall next to Chris who is now trying to wipe a wine stain off of his shirt. “Shut up,” he mumbles back trying his best to clean the spot. You smile watching him glad for once you can have a conversation that doesn’t suck the everlasting life out of you.

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🌷: @angelic-sturniolos111 , @oopsiedaisydeer , @ribbonlovergirl

[thehypnone]

Sundown: Chapter 15

WC: 1,1K

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, Transfeminine Mountain, Fluff, Look Into the Future, Happy Ending

Once a year, they pack their bags, visit different places, sleep cuddled up together under the night sky or in a falling-apart cabin in the woods. Every year it’s different, they always end up wherever their feet—or rather their horses’ hooves—have carried them.

Playlist here. / Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 15 under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss and Mounty have been living together as a married couple for a few years. Their happiness never fades; when they argue, they make up in a matter of minutes. They made a promise to each other to never leave anything unsaid.

Swiss works with Dewdrop now, helping the man with things that used to cause him to overdo it; Rain and Phantom are eternally grateful for that. Dewdrop is, too, even though he isn’t one to admit having needed that help. Swiss is as happy as ever, being able to spend so much time with horses, side by side with one of his friends.

Mounty and Swiss have routines, both content finally being able to just live, without worrying about…anything, really. Once a year, they pack their bags, hop up on Monty and Taika and spend two weeks on the road. They visit Swiss’ old hometown, then.

Sunshine’s grave.

When they get back in the saddle after a few hours of something that never gets easier for the man, they don’t head back straight to Sundown. They visit different places, sleep cuddled up together under the night sky or in a falling-apart cabin in the woods. Every year it’s different and they look forward to their annual journeys for months; planning, but not really. After all, they always end up wherever their feet—or rather their horses’ hooves—have carried them.

Their life is beautiful.

Yet another day they wake up tangled in each other’s arms as the first rays of a morning sun shine through the curtains to bathe their room in light. They stretch and kiss and murmur sweet words and hold onto each other some more before they, inevitably, have to get up and ready for the day. They get dressed—stealing some more kisses whenever they can—and soon enough end up down in the saloon eating breakfast together.

“I’m going to pick up your gift from Cumulus later,” Mounty announces. Swiss nearly forgot about the dress he commissioned the tailoress to make for his wife. It’s been a while, but Cumulus’ works are worth any and all amounts of both money and time.

“Oh, is that so?” Swiss smirks, unable to keep his mind from conjuring up an image of Mounty in the dress, of how gorgeous she’ll look. “You gonna wear it for me tonight, sweetheart?”

“We’ll see,” she bats her eyelashes at the man; the image of innocence, even though they both very well know it’ll take no more than one sway of her hips in it to get the cowboy worked up. Or a neckline set strategically low.

“A tease, that one,” Swiss mutters to himself, shaking his head as Mounty giggles and returns to her breakfast. Both their plates are clean in no time and the man is kissing his wife one last time before he leaves for work. “I love you, girl.”

“I love you, too, cowboy,” she whispers into his mouth and only then lets him leave.

It’s a few hours before Mounty can leave the saloon herself and go pick her dress up and her excitement only makes it feel longer. The moment the clock strikes five, she’s all but running out of the door to barge through the one of Cumulus’ workshop.

“Hi!” she calls out and the tailoress appears two seconds later.

“I see you’re looking forward to slipping into your new dress, aren’t you?” she teases.

“Sorry, I’m just–you know,” Mounty waves her hands around as if it’s supposed to clear things up for the other woman, “I like…I just like feeling pretty.”

“My dear, you are pretty,” Cumulus pokes her chest with a manicured finger. “You don’t need no fancy clothes for that!”

Mounty can only blush and look down onto the floor. The other woman giggles, “But, when your man offers to get you some, never decline.”

It’s the barmaid’s turn to laugh as Cumulus leaves to fetch the dress. Mounty gasps once she drops it in her lap.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Mounty whispers as she fawns over the softness of the fabric in her hands.

“Thank me later,” the tailoress chuckles, “go try it on, girl!”

The barmaid sends her one more thankful smile before taking off. She runs back to her place, unable to change fast enough. The dress is beautiful, Cumulus really outdid herself this time. Well, maybe Mounty’s wedding dress could be considered a bigger achievement, but this one is a close second.

Mounty gasps once she’s fully dressed and looks at herself in the mirror.

The dress is double-layered. The first one starts on the top with a pearly white linen undershirt—short fluffy sleeves that rest low on her arms, leaving her shoulders bare—and goes down to Mounty’s ankles, making a beautifully embroidered hem dance around her feet. The corset of the dress—with golden lace on the front—looks solid, but it’s exceptionally soft. It’s light green with colorful flowers embroidered all over. The top layer of the skirt part is dark red, nearly burnt umber; it’s pleated and the pleats are crowded, but it’s not heavy. Quite the opposite, actually, it’s so light it makes the barmaid want to do nothing but jump and twirl around just to watch it spin.

All the shades of green and bright and dark red that dominate the dress make everything that’s beautiful about Mounty pop. It works perfectly with her eyes, hair and complexion, Cumulus really is an artist. She wonders how much of the concept was Swiss, though. Maybe it’s him that’s a secret fashion genius.

After a while of simply checking out the dress’ every single detail, Mounty smooths it down and leaves for the saloon. She’s careful around the bar, not wanting to risk dirtying her new dress; she only wipes random shelves with a dry piece of cloth, moving some glasses and bottles around only to busy herself as she waits for her husband to return.

Soon enough the batwing doors of the bar open with a squeal and Swiss walks in. A huge grin grows on his face the moment he lays his eyes on his breathtaking wife.

“Anything to drink for you?” Mounty asks, smiling at the man with nothing but adoration in her eyes. He simply stares at her, still in denial of how lucky he got.

“Well, ain’t ya a pretty thing?”

–––––––The End.–––––––

And...here it is. Swiss and Mounty's wedding was a definite end of the cowboy's old life and all the chaos and pain. He's been through so much that living all boring and slow with his wife for all the years to come is exactly what he wants, and Mounty's happy to give him just that.

I hope you enjoyed, thank you for all the nice words and support you've shown me and this story along the way. Special thanks to @jazz-bazz whose commission started it all, Sundown wouldn't have happened without you <3

[gliklofhameln]

The wedding picture of Dora Sweetman & Isaac Feierstein By Boris Bennett. They were married on 15th June, 1930 at Fieldgate St Great Synagogue, Stepney. Isaac, born in Warsaw, was a master tailor with a workshop in Stoke Newington and Dora was a tailoress.

[flowers-of-io]

The Tower is scintillant, so much that Ór has to squint as she walks out onto the Courtyard. Whites and golds blind her with reflected sunlight. Eva Levante is obscured entirely by the mass of Guardians surrounding her, but Ór squeezes through them, and when the tailoress finally notices her, her face lights up.

"My dear!" She extends both hands to Ór--reconsiders--whirs around and produces a pile of neatly folded ceremonial armour seemingly out of thin air and pushes it towards her. Ór doesn't even manage to cough out a greeting before her arms are full of clothing. "I heard you've been to Titan."

"I... Yes." Ór fumbles with the mass of fabrics abruptly bestowed upon her. It is beautiful, like everything coming from under Eva's hand: ashen fabric threaded with bronze, soft but sturdy under her touch. Runi flickers into being over her shoulder to have a look.

With one hand she manages to unfold the cloak; it spills towards the floor, ornaments flickering in the sunlight. The hood is wide, just as she likes it, and it has a double feather attached at the temples.

"My first Solstice cloak had a feather," she doesn't know why she says it out loud. Her voice quivers a little.

"Try it on," Eva encourages. For a half-second Ór fears to look up and see grief in her eyes, but there is only warmth in them, her face shining as if she herself were reflecting the sunlight. "It is a fine attire to conquer the EAZ, I reckon."

Something cold drops in Ór's stomach.

"I don't want to go to the arena this year," she says. She doesn't need Xivu Arath's taunting in her head to think about violence-paths and rituals of war. There is no tangible shift in her perception, but the colours and lights of the Courtyard suddenly seem washed out.

"This is perfectly fine, my dear." Eva doesn't look at her with pity, and Ór is grateful for that. "If you'd like, you can help with gathering the leaves for the bonfire Commander Zavala will light up this evening down in the City.

"Wasn't that Amanda's job?" She can't help herself. She is surprised Eva would arrange something like that--it feels cruel.

Now there is sorrow in Eva's eyes, but it is gentle and dim, like a dying candle.

"He asked himself," she says, and gives Ór a small smile.

Keeping her emotions in check has been tricky lately. She doesn't want to cry out here, in full view of everyone.

"I..." She fumbles with the words and with the clothing. Eva just shakes her head, and the hand she places over Ór's is so warm, making the fight to keep the tears at bay ever the harder.

"Happy Solstice, Guardian."

Ór should turn around and take her leave right then, but another development as of late is that she has become her own worst enemy.

"How can we celebrate the Light now, without the Traveler?" She blurts out. What is up with her today?

Eva smiles at her again, and makes a motion with her chin at something behind Ór's back. The Hunter follows her gaze.

"Take a look." Next to the landing pad, on the way to the Hangar, a Dreg clad in green is talking to a Cabal two and a half times his size. They seem to be communicating mostly through signs rather than in either language, but the Cabal's rumbling laughter makes it all the way to Eva's post. "Isn't this the Light?"

The Ketches and Galliots and Interceptors filling the Traveler's empty space above the City are all blurry as Eva hugs her tight. Over her shoulder, Ór stares at them for a long time.

[ffxivaltaholic]

LFRP: Diarmune Rhet-Khas

Character Name: Diarmune Rhet-Khas

The Basics ––– –

Age: 55

Birthday: End of Summer

Race: Viera

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Quite long and silvery white. It is almost always pulled up in a ponytail. When down it is long enough to sit on (Hence why it is always up)

Eyes: Pale Green

Height: 6"1'

Build: Athletic and fit

Distinguishing Marks: Minimal scars from years of working with dangerous plants and animals. Two sleeves tattooed in a vine and floral pattern with a flower on his shoulder.

Common Accessories: His Gleaner gear, a journal, some kind of plant or flower probably...

Personal ––– –

Profession: Gleaner

Hobbies: Botany and Horticulture

Languages: Common (With a Thavnarian accent)

Residence: Thavnair/Sharlayan

Birthplace: Thavnair

Religion: The Twelve

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Father: Elías- Alive/Silk Maker | Mother: Myra - Alive/Tailoress

Siblings: Sister (Older Twin): Sofina - Alive/Student | Sister (Younger Twin): Helina - Alive/Student

Other Relatives: None that he knows of.

Pets: Korpokkur (Named Plum), Great Morbol (Named Dahlia)

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal 

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit:  Nope Drugs: None Alcohol: Very rarely, he is quite a light weight and suffers terrible hangovers.

RP Hooks ––– –

SHARLAYAN: While much of the Viera's time is spent away, he does return to his Sharlayan home from time to time, whether it's to bring in a specimen or to simply visit with old friends, he is not to difficult to find there, particularly as his clothing tends to standout against the more conservative and neutral tones of his Sharlayan counterparts. As a significant contributor in his field of study to the vast library over his three decades of work, Dia is most likely found there, but also will peruse the market and visit Labyrinthos from time to time. Especially if any of his projects are flourishing.

THAVNAIR: Born and raised in Thavnair, Dia spent his entire youth there with his family. They are prominent silk makers and tailors, specializing in ornate and delicate garments. He's very familiar with the locals and after the panic of the End of Days subsided, Dia visits far more frequently. He's often found in the Radz-at-han market, out by Palaka's Stand, or in the silk factory pitching in to help his parents. A Thavnarian born, he has an identifiable accent and tends to wear garments that connect him to his home.

GLEANERS: Are you a Gleaner too? Then there is a good chance you have crossed paths with him at some point in time, especially over the years of intense gathering in preparation for the End of Days. Due to the nature of his work (Specifically in regards to dangerous plants and plant-like creatures, IE: Morbols) it's very likely your Character might work side by side with him, or at least in the same vicinity.

TRAVELS/IN PASSING: There are very few places on this grand shard that Dia has not been, which means his availability to meet people is vast and ever expanding! Perhaps you came across him at an Inn, or aboard a ship? Maybe you met him in one of the main cities, or out in the boonies of the continents... Regardless, Dia can be basically anywhere necessary to meet your character. (Note: Not the First however, I'm fairly lore strict on this point since only the WoL can freely travel back and forth at this point in the story and he is not a WoLPC.)

Contact Information  ––– –

I would prefer to be contacted via Tumblr first before giving out my Discord.

In game and Discord RP works for me, though I prefer in game.

His Carrd: https://diarmune.carrd.co/

[gladdygirl18]

omggggg i have an amazing story for you guys! It might be a bit long im not sure but ofc as always, read under the cut

Blue me, orange BF

some spicy stuff (mainly implied)

so about a few days ago, i was chilling with my boyfriend in his room (i was doing HW/writing a story, he was reading a webtoon) and him being cheeky, started tickling my feet (i swear to fuck i think my feet got more sensitive after being with my ex-gf)

Okay so what Im about to say will shock many ppl, but in this relationship, my BF and I don't hide things from each other. So he already knows I like tickling and I have a tumblr page. He had asked me, "what is your blog about tickling?"

I told him, and I quote, "Yes, actually, it is."

Yes, I told my boyfriend I had a tickle blog.

"I've had it for about.... since before covid, or during covid, i don't remember."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm being so deadass right now. Our friends know i have a tumblr blog, but they don't know what it's about. You are the only one that knows."

I then continued to tell him that I not only do I write about the 2 of us (like I am now), but about the tickle fics i write for my OCs and characters of other fandoms. He was surprised and even looked me up on google, and low and behold, he found me.

After all of that, I then asked him, "Is it weird that i have a blog about tickling?"

"Of course not. Tickling is something you love, and from what you've told me, it's gotten you through a lot of hardships because it cheers you up. Why would I judge you or shame you for something you love and something that I can easily provide for you?"

AHHHHH I DONT DESERVE HIM I DONT 😭💖🥰

And when he said he would provide, oh my goodness, does he provide. After that conversation, he straddled me and started tickling me like crazy. When I would try to fight back, he would grab my wrist and hold them back.

"See this is why I need those restraints, because someone won't take their tickling~"

Just end me now. He said he'd mainly use them for my ankles so he could have both hands free to tickle me 😆💖😋 he is such a fucking tease i cannot with him, but i love him all the same💖🥰

And you wanna know what he said after he tickled me for damn near 5 minutes straight?

"Put that in your tickle blog~"

😶🙃💖😭WHY HE BULLY ME /jk /lh

Some days later, i believe during the weekend while at his place, he had left early morning for work and i decided to sleep in. After waking up, I helped his mother make her other sons' halloween costumes (It was really fun! My mother was a tailoress and she taught me how to mend clothes, so doing this with my boyfriend's mother felt like i was doing clothes with my momma again, and it was great 🥰💖 God bless that woman, I love her so much!)

Around mid-afternoon, my boyfriend came home from work, ad we just cuddled for the rest of the day. and once again, my boyfriend's hands started to travel up my sides and he started tickling me once again. And while I was laughing my ass off, he says, and I quote:

"Would you write about this in our tickle blog? Dear tickle blog, today my boyfriend tickled me till i couldn't breathe~"

I HATE TO ADMIT IT BUT HE DID😭😆💖

Yknow the type of laugh that just has your mouth open, nothing coming out but just air (best kind of laughs in my opinion) but yeah, he had me silent laughing.

Cut to a few days later, my boyfriend and I were getting a midnight snack. At first I thought he was being cute by hugging me from behind (how wrong I was😅) ofc he starts tickling me, and idk y but i was just very sensitive that night and I literally crumbled to the kitchen floor, and he followed me down. He sat down on the floor with me between his legs just tickling me.

"Let me gohohoho!" "Nope, I've got you right where I want you."

where we were sitting, we had a clear view of the oven door, and he goes, "Who's that giggly girl? Who is she? Do you know her?"

THE BABY TALK I CANT AHHHH 😆😆💖🥰

After that, he started tickling a part on my upper/inner thigh and oh my God. I was bucking around and laughing like a maniac, and my boyfriend couldn't help but laugh along to. He would stop after a while and ask "Are you okay?" while laughing and then do it again. His grip around me was strong but i was thrashing around a lot. "You almost knocked me off a few times there."

After he finished torturing me, he stood up, looked down at me and grinned, "Put that in your tickle blog"

"You're evil"

"Oh, dont act like you didn't love it"

I couldn't say a word after that, cuz there were no lies detected

Three mornings ago, I'm sleeping over at my boyfriend's place, and me, I like sleeping in (but we had to get up and leave the house within the hour to get to campus) but our classes started late so we had time. This man climbs on top of me and starts tickling me for like 10 minutes straight

"Rise and shine honey" "Come on, laugh for me, baby~" "Who's my tickly girl?"

AHHHHHHH I CANT WITH HIM 💖😆😭

After he finished tickling me, he craddled me in his arms and pulled me in close, hugging and kissing me sweetly.

"You don't know how happy I am that you're ticklish."

"What do you mean?"

"It's my way of giving back to you for all you do to me. I may not always give you pleasure in certain ways, but having you laugh and squirm around in my arms, and cuddle close to my chest... it makes me really happy, because it makes you happy."

WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE HIM 😭💖💖🥰 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMGGGG 💖💖🥰😍

And a few days ago, my boyfriend and I had a day out with our families to have them meet (his mother and 2 younger brothers, my father and sister), and everything went along better than expected. Throughout our time out, I had wore a crop top with short shorts and ofc, my boyfriend would sneak in some tickles to my sides every now and again.

After our day out, my boyfriend's mother drove us back to campus. While driving back, my boyfriend wrapped his arm around me and started tickling me; my sides, belly, thighs, behind my knees, neck

AND I COULDN'T MOVE CUZ WE WERE IN A CAR 😭😭😭I WAS LEGIT TRAPPED

But id be lying if i said that wasn't fun. When he finished tickling me, he whispered, "Put that in your tickle blog."

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh he's never letting me live that down

This was a very long TTS, only because it was covering a plethora of days and crammed it all into one. Stay tuned for another one!

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @burningablaze @cutesmokes @otomiyaa

[sewingpatches]

Started the jumpsuit base for Tiggy’s Fallout New Vegas Rex cosplay!

I used the pj pattern Bella by The Tailoress off Etsy for the base, then heavily altered it for my needs.

There will be more alterations to come! As one leggy is still furry when the others are not. Then to make foam bits that’ll button onto the jumpsuit 😅

Hoping my buddy can 3D print me a brain for this cause I dont want to sculpt 🥲

[illuminopetnx]

OC INTRODUCTION

Iandara Mandaguari (She/her)

Akangan tiefling (homebrew), mid 20s

Swarmkeeper ranger

Bisexual

Vibe: Feira de Mangaio, by Clara Nunes

BIOGRAPHY

Iandara was born and raised in a village on the northern steppe. Growing up in a time of uncertainty due to the threat of foreign invasion, she was constantly in odds with the village elders due to her curiosity about the outsiders passing through the village.

In an act of stubborness, Iandara decided to participate in the gruelling ritual to select the village's new guardians, the noiteiros. To her own surprise, she was the only one left after hours of having her hands stung by thousands of bullet ants.

As the new noiteiro, Iandara was granted access to part of the Swarm, ancestral souls trapped in insect form, bonded to the earthly realm through rituals using sacred bone flutes, which kept the knowledge the villagers had acquired throughout the centuries.

To the relief of the village, Iandara seemed to take her role seriously, dilligently performing the necessary rituals and chores. That was, however, until the arrival of a mysterious triton, who captivated Iandara like no one had done before.

The triton recruited Iandara's help to study the medicinal properties of local herbs. After months working together, Iandara and the triton decided to get married.

When the big day came, the triton was gone. The noiteiros soon realised that one of the sacred flutes had been stolen. Blame immediatelly fell upon the missing triton, and Iandara was accused of treason and exhilled from the village. She managed to keep her Swarm and thus, survived the crossing of the wastelands until the nearest city.

There, she met an old human tailoress who offered her passage to the Old Continent in exchange for help in her atelier. In this new land, Iandara discovered her true passion: fashion. Slowly, she progressed from fitting clothes to designing and making them from scratch. Her life took another turn when the tailoress passed away, and Iandara was dismissed by her children.

Struggling to survive, Iandara moved into a small room which doubled as her atelier, and started catering to sailors and cabaret performers who valued her willingness to work odd hours.

Fixing trousers proved not to be enough to make ends meet, and with the encouragement of one of her clients, she joined an adventuring party.

[entwinedreams]

“you look about as tired as i am, decima.” even during her lunch, mina is still working- her long, slender fingers pushing an embroidery needle and royal blue embriodery thread through the collar of a rosebud pink blouse. “i hope you’re sleeping enough.”

mina voice test. // @denphelia

[ojinngode]

Shopi

[clove-pinks]

'La M. de la Corsets': c. 1832 lithograph showing a dressmaker or tailoress and client. The undergarments depicted include sleeve-plumpers.

1830s Thursday: Big sleeves, and even bigger dreams for women’s rights.

The growing vulnerability of working women in industrial society provoked a forceful response. In 1825 hundreds of them went out on strike against New York City clothing houses. In 1831 these same women organized themselves into a mass-membership United Tailoresses’ Society. At a time when journeymen were still devoting their political efforts to a defense of artisanal prerogatives in the master’s shop, these “tailoresses” (the appellation itself testified to an advanced degree of industrial consciousness, excluding as it did the more traditional dressmaking of the “sempstress”) already understood that in a capitalist economy no aspect of the work relationship remained non-negotiable. [...]

No one can help us but ourselves, Sarah Monroe, a leader of the United Tailoresses’ Society, declared. Tailoresses should consequently organize a trade union with a constitution, a plan of action, and a strike fund. Only then could we “come before the public in defense of our rights.” The Wollstonecraftian rhetoric was conscious. Lavinia Wright, the society’s secretary, argued that the tailoresses’ low wages and hard-pressed circumstances were a direct result of the way power was organized throughout society to ensure women’s subordination in all social relations.

— Michael Zakim, Ready-Made Democracy: A History of Men's Dress in the American Republic, 1760-1860

I was disappointed in my search for pictures of Sarah Munroe, Lavinia Wright, or really anything to do with the United Tailoresses’ Society. One online article outright stated, “We know very little about this speaker, Sarah Monroe, other than that she was a garment worker and president of the newly formed United Tailoress Society -- the first women-only union in the United States.” 

I am in awe of this working-class woman, Sarah Monroe, who is quoted by Michael Zakim as saying in 1831:

It needs no small share of courage for us, who have been used to impositions and oppression from our youth up to the present day, to come before the public in defense of our rights; but, my friends, if it is unfashionable for the men to bear oppression in silence, why should it not also become unfashionable with the women?

'The Tailor's Shop': 1838 lithograph by Carl Kunz and Johann Geiger

[ffxivaltaholic]

FFXIVMixedMay - Day 1: Introduction

A brief summary about my characters:

Jellal: Ala Mhigo born, former conscript and Magitek Engineer, the Miqo'te Seeker specialized as a sniper during his combat years but has since settled down a bit, gotten married and taken up bounty hunting. He has a gruff and stand-offish nature but is loyal to those he holds close and will protect them at all costs, even the annoys ones... His main vice is smoking, but he's cut back significantly thanks to his wife. Currently he has a workshop set up that allows him to work on various magitek projects and weapons. Tlalli: TBA (Pronounced Tah-lee) I will be expanding upon her once Dawntrail has dropped and I have more Lore. She is spicy :P

Diarmune: Gleaner, author and Seedkin specialist, he is a sweet well mannered scholar born and raised in Thavnair. Son to a silk maker and tailoress, he has developed a wide range of skills over his fifty-five years of life. Having been across multiple continents in search of rare and desired plants and flowers, as well as studying various seedkin from around the world. His specialty is Morbols, having even raised one of his own as a companion creature and study it. Her name is Dahlia. He speaks with a Thavnarian accent and has a very smooth tone, though sometimes he can talk a little too quiet. Not a fan of sweet, he instead loves spiced foods with lots of flavors and some heat. His mother makes the best curry, according to him.

Ame: A child of Doma, she was born into nobility but was forced to face the world after her home was razed to the ground. Sheltered and with no real survival skills she relied heavily on her partner to help navigate this dangerous world. Determined to help, she was introduced to Astromancy and pursued it over the years in the hopes of aiding others and doing her part. When not at the infirmary she runs the Pink Lotus Tea House and Cafe. Ame has a very motherly nature and often takes on the role of therapist in her company. Her favorite color is pink.

N'akani: Born to the 'N' tribe she fled her home as a young teen after her father, the Nuhn, was murdered under deception from a rival, and she was taken as a reward. Living as a street rat in Ul'Dah she survived on wits and trickery, eventually getting out of her life of thievery and catfishing and settling into a more stable life with her partners. She is obsessed with gold, be it the color, the coin or anything that is shiny and opulent looking. If it's gold, she wants it. While N'akani has some combat training she is not a fighter by trade, and lists her career as Make-up Artist and Body Painter, specializing in henna style designs, glam and theatre makeup. Flirty and very friendly, she can be deceptively sweet, especially if she wants something.

Isanii: Steppes born, she trained at a young age as a priestess and midwife among the Kagon tribe, however after her brother went missing she set out on a journey to find him that took nearly ten years. In the end she succeeded and through her journey also met her mate. She is a sweet bubbly woman, and while she may not be the most clever creature, the Xaela makes up for it in being a very kind and loving person. She is currently learning how to read. The most time consuming task in her day is combing through her incredibly long hair, and she has a penchant for sweets and treats. Due to her strong moral grounds as a priestess, Isanii will not lie, which can occasionally lead to some awkward conversations. She suffers from an autoimmune condition and often falls ill, forcing her to live a fairly docile life due to her weakened body.

Tsirae: An Ishgardian Knight, he is the youngest of four sons, but the only Bastard, and shares a father with the other three. During the Dragonsong War he fought along side his closest friends and lost many during the battles, leaving him scarred across his body from the conflict. After the war had ended he would lend his sword to the resistance in Garlemald. Quiet by nature, Tsirae has a noble demeanor and tries his best to always be an upstanding person and embody what being a Knight should be. To protect his home and people, to be honorable and respectful and always maintain his sworn morals. When not in armor, he runs a jewelry business with his partner, that had previously belonged to her father and his, however they have recently retired and signed it over to Tsirae and his partner.

Zhira: A woman who gambled her way to the deed to her ship, Zhira is a Pirate Captain and lives her dreams of the open ocean with a faithful crew and a beautiful ship at her command. She is stubborn and devious in nature, with an eye for expensive items and a strict code, one she enforces on her crew as well. Despite being pirates, she will not deal in the trafficking of lives. Goods and contraband is fine, but not lives. Fiery and loud, she has a presence among her crew and they often would run down other pirates and loot their ships. Currently she has an agreement with the Maelstrom that keeps her out of trouble, but there are always new adventures on the horizon.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

And she was called loud and ghetto. I heard it with my own eyes and saw it with my own eyes. She was not liked by the "average" woman in the 90s.

I didn't mean to sound like I disregard your experience

I am sorry that I didn't express that clearere

Sorry.

My Bad. 😓

I hope I didn't upset you to bad.

I never said her wardrobe was cheap but i was talking about her style.

Look, everyone attatches to something different within a look ... within a style ... everyoen weights difefrent aspects of it differently

And to ME perosnally, her style it is all about the siluett

About the crispness

About the tailoring

-> My aunt was a master tailoress. NOT A SEAMSTRESS! A tailoress

And I learned just enough from her to get opsesed with perfect tailoring *shrug*

And good tailoring ususall does not come cheap, becasue it starts in the pattern, and that has to look a certain way (a light curce wher ea cheaper pattern would just have. astreight line etc ... ) insteda of just having teh shape that maximizes fabric use and thereby minimizes watse of fabric thereby maximizing profits.

And then you have to use the correct supporting material (also natural fiber will always drape different then arteficial fibre) ... it involves a lot of handiwork ... it is after all a craft ...

And all that ... the hours ... the material ... teh fcat that it is done by a craftsman

That costs ...

Cutting corners will result in a less tailored look, which is the thing that I, ME, personally latched on to like a baby chick ...

Mynfriend found a moschino skirt in a thrift store for 60 bucks two weeks ago. Find a look and source it down.

I am glad your friend found a brand skirt that fit her and was within her budged

I realyl am

All teh best to her <3

But I dodn't have 60 bucks ... I dodn't even have 6 bucks ...

And that is without my weird opsession about taioring and a perfect fit ...

This is probably gonna be the first and last time i directly address white women as a whole but there is something on my spirit.

Y'all.... y'all had the MOTHERFUCKING BLUEPRINT for fashion handed to you in the 90s by none other than One Ms. Fran Drescher (better known as Fran Fine from The Nanny [1993-1999]). You had a Fashion ICON give y'all the handbook for the Future and Y'ALL FUMBLED IT! Look at Her

LOOKS! EVERY. SINGLE. EPISODE.

But what did y'all do? Y'all made fun of a Jewish woman's voice and called her clothing "loud" and "ghetto" (and I'm sure both antisemitism and antiblackness had something to do with that but that's a whole nother rant)

Y'all owe her an apology and white women don't deserve fashion.

[keepthingslocal]

Chiswick Dry Cleaners: Top Hat Chiswick: The Perfect Fit

Anna Kozowska How many times have you put on a favourite item of clothing and found that it doesn’t fit as snugly as it once did? If that sounds familiar, you don’t have to consign the piece to recycling or return it to the wardrobe. Mike Moran, owner of the award-winning Top Hat dry cleaners, offers a professional alteration and repair service. ‘I’ve invested in the latest sewing machines and hemmers and Anna, our experienced in-shop tailoress, has the expertise to deal with most issues. Whether it’s taking up, taking in, letting out, re-lining, patching or stitching, she is happy to advise and will recommend the best options.’ Mike and his team follow the same approach with dry and wet cleaning. ‘We combine our depth of knowledge with new technology to deliver the best finish; for example, we use a microscope linked to a phone or computer to check if a stain is deeply ingrained or on top of the fibres. And, when we’re not sure about a material, we cut off a few fibres and burn them; we can tell what it is by the colour of the flame. Between us, we have 150 years’ industry experience – and that pays dividends.’

Anna Kozowska

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