Victorian circus Harley cosplay by Lady Integra!I'm always excited to see cosplay of my costume designs, and this version of my Victorian circus Harley Quinn by Lady-I-Hellsing is no exception- totally blown away by how gorgeous she looks. GO FORTH AND FAVOURITE. <3shoomlah
Historical costuming resources!For all of you asking about good costuming resources in regards to my historical Disney princesses, here's an initial list:shoomlah
ON THE INTERNET!
Demode Couture (There are so many links I could post that are already compiled and organized beautifully on Kendra VanCleave's site. Absolutely worth your time.) http://demodecouture.com/links/
The Costumer's Manifesto (cluttered but deep, lots of good links hidden away in the fray) http://www.costumes.org/
Wikipedia (surprisingly useful! Great for when you're trying to initially pin down a period.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Western_fashion
For some unadulterated extant dress porn, Tumblr is a fantastic point of reference:
Some great overview/survey books:
A History of Costume http://www.amazon.com/History-Costume-Carl-Kohler/dp/04862103
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.Fameisdead
I didn’t notice all of the bottles
That littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.
I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.
I didn’t think it odd for a moment
Because the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.
I haven’t seen you actually happy
And it kills me.
I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquor
Hiding behind it.
You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadow
The darkness sticks to you
It slowly made its way from your shoes
To your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.
A hollow shell.
Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.
You broke all of your bones
And couldn’t make it back home.
You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.
To see that things get better,
So you never
The things that I never paid attention to when I was small
That I can see now.
And I feel so horrible
-sexuals don't-Heterosexuals don't blink.Miistical
(Because they want to see the world,
But they are blind by their own
Blinding light and it doesn't
Homosexuals don't swear.
(Because, as said by others, their God
Refused them and abused them,
So who can they swear to
Bisexuals don't dance.
(Because no matter what song plays,
They can't hear it as they have
Already filled their ears with
Polysexuals don't feel.
(Because what is there to feel
When every single emotion
Is against you in every
Pansexuals don't breathe.
(Because the air is thick with smoke
From fires of oppression and of
Depression and so they
Demisexuals don't pray.
(Because why pray to someone who
Has ignored you countless times
When you wish these people
Asexuals don't smile.
(Because what is there to smile
About when the whole world is
Ready to throw you to the
Love Is...Title: Love Is...FyreQueen89
Game: Mass Effect/Dragon Age(snippets of each)
Pairings: f!Shepard/Kaidan, m!Lavellan/Cassandra, m!Shepard/Jack, f!Amell/m!Cousland, f!Hawke/Sebastian, f!Lavellan/Solas
Disclaimer: Characters and worlds belong to BioWare
Love is his hands. The way they linger on her hips before Kaidan pulls her into a kiss. The quiet strength in his grasp when he--on occasion--helps her up after and ill-advised charge. Later it's those same strong, calloused fingers curled over hers around the handle of a skillet as he teaches her how to cook(and distracts her so horribly whispering in her ear the first attempt ends in charcoal and smoke detectors blaring). Later still, it's there as he cups her face in both hands, peppering her with gentle, desperately relieved kisses--over bandages, gingerly around the broken cheekbone and black eye, so so happy he didn't lose her again Emi
The Parable of the Two ArtisansOnce upon a time there was a travelling merchant. He was an esteemed gentleman who enjoyed many quality things. He knew what he wanted and he knew what they were worth. Today he was searching for ornate ceramic pots, ones that were aesthetically pleasurable as well as structurally sound. He came to a village which, despite its small size, held two artisans. He ordered a pot from each of them. Whoever had come closer to his vision would obtain his permanent service. He would judge their pots in three days.MrEnter
The two artisans had different ways of making their craft. The first artisan had studied for many years, honing his craft. Each of his pots were sturdy and proved their function, yet they weren't much to look at. The second artisan came about his own techniques. He chanced designs and structures that the first artisan dared to try. Some of his pots crumbled under their own weight, but others became the envy of the town. The two artisans didn't like each other, or each other's work. Th