I had a mighty itch to sew something new for this year's Vienna pride parade! I have my amazing rainbow dress of course, but I kinda wanted to add to my rainbow closet. I have a couple more clothing ideas, but due to what fabric I could find last minute I went with a rainbow flag skirt, with the 6 classic colours.
(So, red - orange - yellow - green - blue and purple.) Doing something with the updated flag would be cool aswell, though I see that one more as a top. I don't know why, but that's how it is! Anyway, for this year's new rainbow skirt I went with linen fabric - because linen is amazing and I love it dearly. Linen always makes me happy and I DEFINITELY need more linen clothes for sure!!
The skirt is made up of 12 stripes (/rectangles) of fabric: each 66cm wide and about 70cm long. I used the pre-made edges of the fabric for the hem, because I like the effect that gives the hem (and it also saved me a ton of work with hemming the almost 8m hem circumference the skirt ended up with!!). Each of the 12 stripes of fabric was gathered down to about 16cm at the top, (after sewing together all the sides) and then attached to the purple waistband.
And yes of course the skirt also has pockets!!!
There was a hole in the green fabric, which I immediately had to mend before it gets bigger. I covered it with a fabric patch cut from a scrap of the green fabric (see pic 5 for what I did, I folded the scrap around the paper shape I've drawn, removed the paper and hand stitched it over the hole).
[id]9 pictures in total:
First two show freshly bought fabric in rainbow colours: red - orange- yellow - green - blue - purple arranged in semi-rainbow-shape on a wooden table. The fabric is folded up in different rectangles. Under the fabric are 5 rolls of satin ribbon arranged. The satin ribbon is in the colours of the lesbian pride flag.
Pic 3 shows the washed fabric hanging on a metal drying rack, so it can air dry.
Pic 4 shows the cut to lenght individual pieces of fabric lying next to a purple/violett sewing machine, all ready for action!
Pic 5 is a close up of a paper pattern piece about to be cut out, with a pencil, a cute purple ruler, sewing thread and a brown muffin shaped pin cushion arranged aesthetically.
Pic 6 shows the rectangles already joined into a skirt, with the top edge gathered down, lying on the wooden table next to the sewing machine.
Pic 7 and 8 are close ups from the pride parade: they show a young fat white woman with long brown hair wearing a sunny-yellow summer top with big poofy sleeves and a red sports bra underneath. She's got classes and for accessories magenta coloured felt flower earrings (with yellow flower middles) and a rainbow flower necklace. You can see her friend in the background of the close-up (with her head cut off). It's a thin white woman, wearing a shiny silver-white close fitting cropped bodice and a circle skirt with pink, white and purple srtripes on it. Pic 8 shows the above mentioned two young women hugging and enjoying a moment of peace. There's a rainbow banner ceiling above them.
Finally, Pic 9 shows the young fat white woman with long brown hair standing ontop of a relatively empty pride parade truck, she's smiling and showing off her rainbow flag skirt. A green cloth scarf is tied like a belt around her waist and you can now see that she's wearing dark red velvet shoes with socks in a very similar colour. [/id]
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5 headcanons for an AU where All might deflates in front of the crowd after defeating the sludge villain?
OOOOOOH now that's fun
1- it's quiet, for a moment, as everyone stares and tries to process what they just saw. Izuku, who saw the truth already, still is stunned for a second. And then he realizes everyone else sees too, and his feet move before he can think more about it.
2- Izuku needs everyone to stop looking at All Might as the crowd begins to murmur, shaking itself. Izuku knows that Kacchan is very good at being loud and the center of attention. So, 2+2=4, he gives Bakugou a little push into a hero and a civilian and let's that work out.
3- As the explosion begins, Izuku grabs All Might's hand and runs, down between two buildings that still smell like smoke and sewage. Mt Lady grows for crowd control, and sees where they go- but the look in their eyes makes her turn back to the crowd and block a few civilians from following. She pretends everything is normal, and she's an actress. If that really was All Might- and it had to be, she felt that power- he'll be grateful when she contacts his agency later to demand what happened. If it isn't, then she can point out that letting non-heroes follow a villainous impersonator of that power level would have been disastrous.
4- they go a few buildings further when All Might's feet drag and Izuku's burst of motion slows. He pants, and stops at the street. "Go one way, All Might, sir, I'll tell them you went the other way." He can still hear Kacchan shouting above the other voices, and Mt Lady arguing back, but they don't have a lot of time. "Yeah, no." Toshinori says, and drags Izuku instead into a store, heading for the clearance section and hats.
5- the good news is, most people had put their phones down at this point and weren't filming. The TV cameras had turned away to show the people cheering and the blond victim fine. The bad news is that some people still were filming, and the TV crew went back, catching sight of All Might's skinny back fleeing the scene as the crowd erupted. As Toshinori pays for a change of clothes for both him and Izuku, his phone starts to ring. He mutes it as they change and put on the hats. Izuku asks where they are running too, but Toshinori just goes two buildings down to a ramen shop and sits at a table. He points out that no is going to look for All Might at a restaurant a block from the crime scene, much less expect him to be casually eating there in an Endeavor hoodie and a ball cap. He thinks the bright orange FG jacket izuku is now wearing to hide his school uniform clashes horribly with the lilac beanie, but it works to make the few curls escaping to look less green. As they eat, Toshinori tells Izuku about OfA, and makes his offer. Izuku bursts into tears because he just ruined All Might's secret, revealed it to everyone, he doesn't deserve his quirk, and now that it's in the open All Might can pick someone else, the best choice. Toshinori disagrees, because all Izuku did was inspire him to save that other boy, which was more important. Izuku agrees to be his successor, numbers are exchanged, and after eating Toshinori walks him home just in case- but it seems Izuku wasn't identified, probably because Bakugou could only scream "Deku" when shoved, so Izuku gets a quiet night of pure stress to himself while Toshinori heads to ask Tsukauchi for a ride to Might Tower for a very loud and very long night of pure stress and demanding answers.
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Part 4 of @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🌹
~ Part 3 here ~
~ on ao3 ~
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The doorbell rang.
Collecting the little ones was more like herding frogs as they jumped and ran over the coffee table, but he slotted them into his shirtfront pocket and went to the door.
“Shh, sh, guys. Chill out. I never know what mood this guy’s in...”
He certainly didn’t expect the smirk awaiting him on the other side of the door. “Hey, Harrington.”
Steve stood like a deer in Billy’s headlights until a little voice giggled, “Heh, Hawwington.”
He swallowed and pushed the door wide open, giving Billy room to saunter into the house. Even though Steve had finished high school with him and he knew rather intimately what Billy looked like due to the gym showers, seeing a large version walking into his house made Steve’s insides do strange acrobatics.
Like anyone in a new space, Billy looked up and around at the Harrington digs. “What’s this about?”
“Uh. Well,” Steve began, but he’d been thinking about this for about as long as since Hopper first delivered the shoebox to him. And there was just no easy way of going about it. “I need you to suspend your understanding of reality for, like, five minutes. At least.”
Billy’s bold brows furrowed but he followed silently behind him into the living room. Sharp blue eyes surveyed the room quickly and returned to Steve, noting how he murmured, “Okay, guys. Ready?” and was doing something with his shirt.
“I’m giving you one warning, Steve. You have a bad track record with getting weird on me.”
“Yeah, it’s too late for that,” he said, placing something on the coffee table.
Billy thought he was looking at two mice, at first. But his mind and the information his eyes were giving clashed since they were very clearly too colorful to be grey mice, and - they talked.
“Biwwy! Hi, Biwwy!”
Billy’s lips parted as he slowly sat on the floor to be more level with the coffee table. Lacking anything better, he exhaled, “Steve. Why do you have a tiny Steve? And a tiny me?”
Little Steve hopped up and down, waving at him. Little Billy stood behind him, uncharacteristically quiet and still. Big Steve lowered to the floor as well, setting his hand next to the little guy in a silent offer of support. “You okay?”
Both Billy’s looked at him, but the large one asked, “Why the hell do you have toys of us?”
Small Billy whirled around. “I’m not a toy!”
Little Steve’s glee had begun to fade as he looked between the Billys. He started to wring the front of his shirt, inducing large Steve to chide quietly, “I said five minutes.”
Little Steve retreated to stand with small Billy while the larger counterpart’s eyes widened. “I need to believe these things are real for five minutes?”
“I’M WREAL!” little Billy screamed, and then gripped the tops of Steve’s fingers. “I’m wreal.”
“Come here,” he soothed. “You don’t need to be out here.”
Little Billy was already trembling, failing to hold back tears as Steve chauffeured him back to his pocket. Steve’s large hand carefully overlapped the pocket, cradling the lump against his chest.
Below, small Steve’s eyes were huge as he watched his Billy crumble. Big Steve started to reach for him too, but the little one rotated and planted his tiny feet to yell, “Take me outside!”
Billy’s brows lifted. “What? For a fight?”
“I wanna talk to you! You hurt my Biwwy’s fweelings!”
Big Steve leaned down. “Little man, I don’t think that’s a good - ”
“I got this!” he silenced, glaring hard at Billy. “You scarwed? You’wre big but you’wre not tough! You’wre another Biwwy and I won’t let you hurt his feelwings again.”
Billy set his elbows on the table and rubbed his temples. “What technology did your rich parents pay for?”
“The sheriff brought them here,” Steve informed. For the first time - finally - Billy started to look afraid. Good. Steve had been on the knife’s edge of losing his mind for days. It was terrifying to sleep with the fear that they might wander and he’d roll over them. The only solace when he showered was that they sang on the vanity counter, letting him know that they stayed put for the most part while he was occupied.
Steve elaborated with finality. “If you don’t believe, you can ask him. They’re real. I don’t know why they’re you and me. But they’re real.”
Billy spent the majority of his five minutes in alarmed silence. Neither Billy particularly excelled at being quiet, so Steve occupied himself by letting his hand be little Steve’s chair.
Finally, Billy rubbed his eyes, almost hiding as he ventured, “Why am I here, Steve?”
“They wanted to meet you.”
His hand moved to rest his head against his fist. He pursed his lips, mulling over that as he and little Steve glared each other down. “Why?”
Little Steve shifted, and vocalized, “I don’t know anymwore. I thought you’d be nice, like my Biwwy.”
“Like - your - okay.” He laughed breathily, but in big Steve’s experience, that wasn’t a good sign. “Okay. Okay...”
“Just leave if you’re going to be a dick, man.”
“You know what? I like that idea.” He used the coffee table to push himself up. “I don’t know what is with this town. Max might be drinking your water but I can’t seem to shake off the heebie jeebies you people give me.”
A small yet loud gasp made him pause to look at the tiny Steve looking up at big Steve. Billy frowned. “What’d he say?”
Steve’s large eyes rolled as if he were equally tired of this situation. “But we stay together, is what he said.”
That laugh again. Billy shook his head and rambled, “Yeah. I’ll just, uh. Take a walk. A long walk in my car.”
Steve didn’t see him out. The front door shut and little Steve gaped up at him. “Is he coming back?”
“Oh, he never lets me rest for long,” Steve consoled. He didn’t have the heart to admit that he really didn’t know. Calling Billy to his house had been the most predictable Billy Hargrove had ever been, and even that had knocked Steve back.
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