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agro-carnist · 2 years

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How is real fur more eco friendly than fake fur? /gen

faux fur is made from plastic so it uses fossil fuels to produce and sheds micro plastic into the environment. It also has to be replaced more frequently. Real fur is renewable and biodegradable. Real fur does have problems with its production as do all things mind you but it's not literally plastic

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borom1r · 2 years

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i'm srry you're having a day too,, kass asks though; i wld like to hear any fun facts you have abt him that just make you happy? or also: if i remember correctly (i can't find th photo rn), he protects kids from bad dreams, right? i wld love to hear a bit more on how that works bc it's very sweet + a trope i'm very fond of!!

aaa Kass.. hes definitely less developed in my head than Adz is but i still love him

anyways funfacts!!

- i def mentioned this in his ref but he smells like banana popsicles! (specifically popsicles vs generic banana smell bc of a few intense childhood memories hehe;;)

- he does! wear clothes! m actually thinkin of commissioning an outfit sheet of him from an artist on twitter — here are a few good examples of his fashion

- he collects LPS animals! his favorites are a little hamster that eats an almond when u push its head down + a 2-pack of kittens in a cardboard box

- he rlly is a werewolf in that under certain conditions he can transform into his “real” form. otherwise he’s just a Marketable Plushie ~

- not only does his stomach glow when u press it, but he has a “heartbeat” — think the kind you can get in build a bears. when u hug him, u can feel it beat

- he LOVES music!!! anything upbeat he can dance to (he is very bad at dancing) (that will not stop him ^w^) Roll With Me by The Orion Experience is a gr8 example of his music taste!! (he’d also rlly like Nelward! esp fizzPOP + Hopscotch)

- it’s on his ref sheet too but Kass uses neopronouns! he uses he/him/his for convenience + bc he does identify as a boy in general, but he also uses wer/were/weres and 🐺/🐺s, so like: “that’s weres sweater, wer leaves it here all the time” “🐺 uses emoji neopronouns because they make 🐺 smile”

- he’s made of fake fur, cuddle minky, a soft flannel (his patterned paw pads), faux leather (claws, teeth, nose) + a sort of soft rubbery plastic for the glowing stomach — the main fabric is th cuddle minky; he’s made of an embossed minky w lil dimples, like this!

+ fr the last part of yr question, yea he does!! hes always “found,” in a garage sale where no one remembers him + the boy gets him for free, in the lost and found when a girl comes to look for her hat and, well, he’s in the lost and found for a reason isn’t he? couldn’t hurt if she took him home. he stays until his current owner outgrows him naturally, whether it’s a couple of weeks bc a newer, better stuffed animal came along or years and years and years— but when they forget about him, he’ll wander off n let a new kid find him.

as far as th dream thing works, well, he’s a werewolf! nothin scarier than that! it works on a sort of Lions, Tigers and Bears logic— nightmares are real creatures, and when a person is sleeping their plushies come alive and fight them off! adults are naturally less susceptible than kids, but it works the same! Kass has definitely come out w/ a couple of battle scars that usually get lovingly patched up (a mysteriously split seam, an ear coming off, etc) and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. his knee was from a really nasty fight, a kid who was going thru a very difficult patch nd therefore was kind of a beacon for bigger and badder nightmares. to th kid’s delight (and Kass’s surprise), when the hole in his knee was discovered, th mom was able to track down the same fabric as his paw pads online to make a patch for him! Kass wears that lil blue heart with pride!

#ask #fursona #thnx dude!! this made me smile ^_^

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fixing-bad-comic-art · 3 years

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I’m wondering if you have any advice for coloring fabric so that it actually looks textured!! The velvet in your recent art post was beautiful and I’m wondering if you have tips for making fabric look textured. Thank you!!

so the two biggest things when it comes to trying to sus out the texture of anything is 1. learning the structure and 2. finding an active reference

1. using velvet as an example, we start by finding out what makes velvet velvet; what its made of, how its made, and why its used.

a. velvet can technically be made of any fiber type but silk, rayons, and synthetics are preferred do to how shiny they are. (and i know putting rayons and synthetics in seperate categories is controversial but shut up, ones plastic, ones not)

b. velvet is made by weaving 2 pieces of fabric at the same time and then cutting them apart along their faces. this produces a fine fabric with a very short pile, essentially very short treads sticking up 90° from the weave, think of it like a very short faux fur. velvet can come in different pile lengths with longer lengths showing off the texture a lot better than shorter ones

c. velvet is used because its just beautiful, velvet is a very fragile fabric that cant be pressed or washed easily, and that is looking for every excuse to shed itself and shed all of those pretty fuzes. its a rich person fabric thats meant to show off wealth because its Such a difficult and fussy and wasteful thing to make and work with, especially when you consider its historically a silk fabric that you cant piece, but Damn if it isnt pretty.

step one conclusions-

a. its an expensive fabric do to being made of silk so it makes more sense as a design fabric than a structure fabric

b. the pile is what give velvet its signature texture. when light bounces off the tips of the pile it reflects as those pretty light usually almost white light spots, but at every other point the light gets scattered in the pile and doesn't reflect back nearly as strongly, which is what causes the intense rich contrast. the pile can also be 'brushed' ie tamped down in some places by movement so light doesn't reflect uniformly across the surface, this is where the ruffled look comes in. the same piece of fabric can look wildly different depending on which angle the fabric is viewed at and how its being manipulated. like, when you fold velvet the areas along the fold or going to look shinier than they normally would because all those little hairs are more spread out.

c. because of its associated cost and delicacy to really sell the velvet look you need to place it carefully and make sure it makes sense for the situation its being used in. a farmer girl wouldn't have a velvet skirt for instance.

and now step 2, active reference,

find a video of the thing youre trying to render and watch how it reflects light from different angles. or find a piece of it in real life to keep on hand to reference back to. still images are obviously still very helpfull but for a complicated texture like velvet being able to manipulate it is very nice. i have a cheapy synth velvet dice bag that i referenced back to. but most of what i was looking at was the mad hatters costume from the australian ballet's alice in wonderland (which f to pay respects for that guy, velvet is Hell to wear because of how insanely hot it is, so tap dancing in a full suit of the stuff must be something awful) and Bernadette banners 18... 84? dress she just finished earlier this year, sorry i dont feel like tracking down resources rn anjasghshsh

but Yeah, that was probably more about velvet than you wanted but thats just sorta my process. and while the fact about velvet arnt universal you can take this method and apply it to any other texture

#not a fix #listen #i have a lot of opinions about velvet #namely that synthetic velvet is the devil incarnate #anon

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archvillain · 3 years

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are people aware that the “fur is murder” campaign was a peta thing? faux fur is made of plastic. the kind of plastic we’re finding in ppls’ bodies and shit. and so much real fur is going to waste because this shit was drilled into peoples’ brains

#animal fur is not evil :) no more evil than the plastic fur you're wearing.#it's kind of a zero-sum game; if you were to go totally ''real'' fur globally the needs would oustrip demands #but if you eliminate the need for real fur (colonial as fuck btw) then the spread of plastics is ultimately fucking bad #dont rb this or anything i havent had coffee i just thought id say something lol #not every case of using real fur is ''a cruella deville moment''

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sbowinenst1000 · 3 years

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The Impossibility of Living Sustainably

Samantha Bowin

Sustainability is an incredibly important piece of how our future generations will live. If we fail to learn to live sustainably, we will inevitably fail to live at all. Our planet is dying, whether we like it or not, and if we do not take drastic measures to change that, life on Earth will cease to exist.

There are many factors that we as humans have contributed to the downfall of the planet, one being our clothing production. There are many clothing items that have been created in order to benefit humans, such as fur coats. They were originally the result of biomimicry, the act of mimicking plant or animal adaptations in a man-made fashion to benefit humans (Miller, Spoolman, Living in the Environment, 2), as they provided us with the protection and warmth that the fur of an animal would, however, they caused more problems than they solved. Not only is the concept of skinning animals such as foxes, chinchillas, rabbits, minks, and raccoons terrible in and of itself, but the alternative seems to cause an equal number of problems. According to an article in The Overtake,“Fake fur is mostly made from nylon and polyester, which are the main culprits for shedding microfibers” (Schneider, Fur vs Faux).These materials then pollute air and water sources. That isn’t the only problem of the clothing industry. Producing clothes requires massive quantities of water. One pair of jeans and one t-shirt needs 20,000 liters of water in order to be made (Oxfam Blog). This is a prime example of living unsustainably with overconsumption. As a people, we need to learn to recycle clothing far more often, either by shopping at secondhand stores or learning to create clothing using scraps of recycled material.

While I try my best to incorporate small changes into my daily routine in order to reduce my ecological footprint, it is not enough. According to the Ecological Footprint Calculator, my personal earth overshoot day is May 8th, over 2 months earlier than the 2021’s overshoot day of July 29th. If everyone lived like me, we would need 2.8 Earths worth of resources to survive. While that is still a smaller number of Earths needed than the average US citizen, it is more than 1, which we did not take enough care of to begin with. The best thing a person can do individually is become entirely and strictly vegan, meaning no products, food or clothing that is made with any sort of animal production. However, even if every person in America switched to being completely vegan, it would not be enough to reverse the damage that we have done to our planet. The main solution to beginning to fix our damage lies in the hands of the larger corporations that are responsible for the excessive release of carbon emissions. One group that contributes to overloading renewable resources to an extreme is the commercial fishing industry.

Biodiversity is absolutely crucial for our planet to survive. Especially regarding our oceans, which without, we would cease to exist. A recent documentary, Seaspiracy, captures the current problems with the commercial fishing industry. As someone who grew up with an extreme appreciation for the ocean, this is a seriously pressing issue to me. The commercial fishing industry is not only responsible for severe overfishing, but also 40% of the plastic waste in oceans. Overfishing, as well as damaging fishing methods such as trawling, severely impact the ocean’s biodiversity, causing environments to become weak and unstable and resulting in ecosystems beginning to fail. As these ecosystems die off, the less our ocean has to offer. It will eventually no longer be a carbon sink, a natural resource that we desperately need in order to maintain clean air. The examples of over-consumption regarding the ocean are endless, especially when it comes to global warming. The global temperature rise due to greenhouse gas emissions causing both seas to level rise and ocean acidification. As ocean acidification continues to worsen, the more coral species will die, leading to further degradation of biodiversity. All of these components working together will destroy our oceans much quicker than expected, especially if we continue to not change our living styles.

The planet's fate is entirely in our hands, especially the hands of the youth. As young activists like Greta Thunberg continue to step forward and fight to make a difference, we will continue to see a change in mindsets and learn to understand how we can fight the large companies who are responsible for environmental degradation. We will be the change of Earth, and hopefully make the difference that the generations before us couldn’t, changing the living standards for ourselves, nature, and the generations to follow.

Word Count: 787

Bibliography:

Spoolman and Miller, Tyler and Scott. Living in the Environment. Printed in the United States of America, 2019.

Schneider, Désiree. “Fur vs Faux.” April 1st, 2019. https://theovertake.com/~beta/real-or-faux/.

Tabrizi, Ali, director. Seaspiracy. A.U.M. Films; Disrupt Studios, Netflix, 2021. 1 Hour 29 Minutes. https://www.seaspiracy.org/.

Oxfam. “Are your jeans drinking up the world’s water?” Accessed September 10, 2021. https://oxfamapps.org.uk/shop-blog/sustainable-fashion/post-about-sustainable-fashion/.

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valentone · 3 years

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like... vegans r also enviromentalists too... like yes for now vegan clothing items can be made with plastic but we've already made advancements that make it so we dont have to! for example vegan leather can also be made with cactus and not just plastic which is amazing! vegan fur can be made with bamboo fibers or cotton! we know that plastic is harmful, we know that its a horrible thing to bring into an environment, but thats y we push so hard for more sustainable products that can last just as long as clothing items with real fur/leather. also, going vegan more than negates the harm of owning faux fur and leather thats made using plastic in the first place. furthermore, people dont need to own fake leather/fur its not a necessity but a majority of people also dont need to own clothes made with animal textiles! lastly, as i've said many times, HIGG material sustainability index shows that 4 of the top 5 worst materials to use for clothing and footwear (in terms of energy/greenhouse gas emissions; water; wastewater/effluent; air emissions; waste; and chemicals management) r animal textiles with cotton produced through conventional methods placing in 4th.

#vegan #long post

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andsewingishalfthebattle · 4 years

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#fallforcostume Day 3: Naturalism This one could go a lot of different ways, but I'll mash up the meanings of "detailed realism" and "all things have a natural origin" and go with Barbarianna from #KungFury. The bulk of this costume was made with natural materials: scrap leather, vintage fur, real skulls (I had to import a Siberian roe deer skull because that was the species used for the one in the film), wooden beads, leather cord, feathers that I plucked and processed myself (the guinea fowl died naturally; I was just recycling), coyote bones and teeth, naturally shed antlers, and so on. Some people gave me grief about using real fur and bones, but after doing some research I had learned that real animal products (many of which are byproducts of other industries, like meat processing) are FAR less harmful to the environment and animal life than the toxic chemicals used to make "vegan" leather (which is PVC, made via a highly toxic process) and faux fur (which is extremely polluting due to the dispersion of fine plastic fibers), so I actually felt pretty good about using natural materials. Plus, a lot of the things I used were recycled (old fur coat scraps, etc.), so I kept that stuff out of a landfill. #cosplay #costuming https://www.instagram.com/p/CF5SdioD0Av/?igshid=ki6zc9kcef3r

#fallforcostume #kungfury #cosplay #costuming

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 years

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Jigsaw // Red: Part Three

You Had To Make It About Her

A/N: Wow. Look at that, a whole month later and here we are FINALLY with part three. With Krista and Arthur out of his way, only two more names stand in the way of Billy’s revenge. What happens when he pays one of them a visit? (i would like to thank @something-tofightfor for assisting in this murder.)

Warnings: murder, talk of suicide, blood, major character death, violence

Word Count: 4,021

“I told you, Agent Madani, I haven’t heard from Billy in-“ your words jammed up in your throat and he watched you swallow them down without a chaser. “Months.” Your eyes were focused somewhere just to the left of the camera, your hands beneath the table, hidden in your lap. He looked down at his own palms, turning them over. They were shaking, the lines of his knuckles stained a deep garnet red despite the cursory rinse he’d given them. “I have nothing…” your voice made him snap his eyes back to the screen, chest going hollow at the small crack on the word ‘nothing’. I did this…I did that to her. I hurt her like that, I- “I got nothing to tell you, Agent Madani.” You rolled your eyes up to meet hers, and though they were fogged with ache he could still see a spark of resiliency in them.

“Yeah, and even if you did, even if you had heard from him, you still wouldn’t talk, would you?” The second voice was flooded with venom, and though she was standing off camera, Billy could almost see her, coiled to strike like a viper. Fucking bitch. He was the reason that you had been dragged in for questioning, but she was doing her best to make sure that it was as unpleasant as possible.

You cocked your head to the side, a slight twitch pulling up your top lip as silent tears trickled slowly down your cheek. “No,” you said simply. “No, I wouldn’t.” The vice around his heart spun tighter at your bold display of loyalty.

The click of high heeled shoes on the floor preceded the scoff as she paced on her side of the table. “And why, may I ask, is that, huh? What, you think-“ another scoff, and when she spoke again her voice was louder, closer to the mic, leaning in and staring you down. “You think he loved you? You think he gave a shit about you?” Billy’s nostrils flared, his eyes going wide and wild as he gripped the screen with his bloodied right hand. Who the fuck is she to…how dare she… He was glad he’d killed her, but after watching the videos he was sorry he hadn’t been able to draw it out longer, make it slow, make it worse.

“No, Agent Madani,” You placed your hands on the table then, leaning in yourself. You were never one to be easily intimidated, Billy knew that. “No, I don’t think he loves me. I know he does. Just like I know that I love him. And there’s nothing you could tell me that could change that fact. So, no. No, I wouldn’t tell you anything, even if I had anything to tell you, Dinah.”

“You’re incredible. You really are, I mean…” She paused and you narrowed your eyes at her. “You’re either delusional, or you’ve let him manipulate you into something just as bad as he is.”

You didn’t say a word, pressing your lips together and giving a small shrug of your shoulders, trying to show her that you weren’t phased by her tactics, you weren’t swayed by her lies.

“He’s a goddamn murderer!” She finally lost her temper, the camera quaking as she dropped her heavy binder onto the metal tabletop. “I mean, you know that, right? Billy Russo is a stone cold killer, and you’re protecting him, you’re- you weren’t even the only woman in his life, doesn’t that bother you? Doesn’t it bother you that he and I were-“ Sick was an understatement as waves of acid crashed in Billy’s stomach at Madani’s implication that she meant anything at all to him, let alone anything close to how important you were to him.

The door behind you opened then, a small, somber man in a dark navy suit stepping in and motioning to his agent to stop the recording, the video ending. This was the third that he’d watched, each one increasingly more aggressive, each separated by several weeks denoted not only by the timestamps, but also by the loss of color in your eyes, the growing unsteadiness in Madani’s voice.

Billy squeezed his eyes shut as the video file reverted back to a thumbnail image on the cracked, bloodied screen. He let the laptop slide off his thigh and onto the cushion beside him, his shaking hands falling between his knees. He turned the left one over as he opened his eyes, watching a thick stream of blood trickle slowly down his forearm, dispersing as it filled the lines of his palm. He followed it back up his arm to the graze wound on his bicep. He’d almost forgotten that he’d been shot, the pain completely erased by seeing you on the screen, hearing your voice. Nothing could possibly hurt more than losing you. Nothing could possibly cause him real pain anymore.

He looked down at his feet and grabbed the white plastic bag of tape and gauze that he’d stopped for on his way back to the warehouse, the memory of entering a store, making a purchase, and walking back completely absent. Peeling his shirt up and off, he used the gauze to wipe at the wound, cleaning the blood away from the torn skin. Both of Billy’s biceps bore small, faint pink lines, battle scars from badly aimed bullets. As he wrapped the cotton dressing tightly around his upper arm, dark red stain blooming on the thin white bandage, he could almost feel your fingertips tracing the old divots and lines. “No more of these, got it?” You’d say, dropping your ruby lips to the markings. He gripped the bandage, digits digging into the muscle, trying and failing to control his uneven breaths as a sob ripped free from his chest. He tightened his fingers, pulse throbbing against them and blood soaking into the gauze beneath his palm as he stared at the video files on Madani’s computer screen. Why did she have to…why did…

“No more close calls, Billy.” You’d press your cheek to his scarred skin before leaving another kiss there. “You gotta come back to me.”

Anger flared in his gut as helplessness clawed at his heart, the two at war within him, culminating in a harsh, howling scream. He released his injured arm and used the good one to send the laptop flying into the brick wall. It crashed, erupting in a spray of bits of plastic and wires, letter keys scattering as what was left of the screen shattered. The sound echoed in the cold, concrete building, mixing with his shouts and the ragged, labored gasps he was taking. “Why did she have to make it about her?” He demanded of the air as it swallowed the noise and replaced it with silence once more. He stared at the remains of the laptop, the memory of another video playing itself out in his head.

.. .. .. .. .. ..

“Okay, okay,” you giggled, hiding your face by pulling the scarlet Santa hat down over your eyes. The velvet and faux fur obscured your cheeks and nose, leaving your plump, smiling lips exposed. You pressed them together before grabbing the snow white pom-pom dangling from the pointed end and tugging it back up. “I’ve had a few glasses of eggnog, so,” you shrugged, another giggle tumbling free as you held up one finger and tilted your head to the side, your focus directly on the camera. “So be nice, Lieutenant.”

Christmas never really mattered to Billy- not since he was conditioned not to have his hopes lifted while living at the group home. It always felt superficial to him; the thin, chintzy dollar store wrapping paper covered in grinning snowmen and prancing reindeer, cheap red plastic coverings taped down to the card tables, the chipped trays of store bought, tasteless cookies. It was always clear to Billy that these things were simply props, for show. There was no thought put into the matchbox cars or wiffle ball sets, the dolls and yo-yos and donated items that got passed along to the kids. There was no added warmth in the room from the dated foil garlands or bare, bottle brush tree. There was no Christmas in the Christmases he spent there, so he learned not to need it, not to want it. If you don’t want something, you can’t be let down when you never receive it. Christmas was for other people. Until he met you.

You’d decorated your apartment the same way you had the previous year, your tree in the corner, filled with glittering lights and dozens of ornaments, red and green candies in a bowl on the coffee table, a wreath on the door. His heart lurched when he read the gold embroidery on the stockings that you’d hung on the wall beside the tree- yours on the right, older, well-loved, the fabric wearing thin in some places from being over-stuffed through the years, and his on the left, brighter, newer, only used once. Nervously fixing your hat one last time, you settled on your knees in front of the tree, and closing your eyes, you started to sing. “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need…”

You were in no way a talented singer. Your voice broke and warbled, you were off key, and you even flubbed the lyrics at one point. But by the time you wrapped up your performance, Billy had moved himself as close to the screen as he could get, one palm pressed to the monitor as though he could reach through and grab you, pull your giggling form against his chest, kiss your neck until your song turned to sighs. He’d almost forgotten that it was sand, not snow outside his window.

You took a long sip of your eggnog, cheeks rosy from the alcohol and from plucking up the nerve to record your carol for him. Setting the poinsettia patterned glass back on the table, you spoke to the camera again. “I hope you enjoyed your private concert, Billy.” Your eyes widened then as your smile wrinkled your nose. “And I hope it was a private concert, and that Frank isn’t over your shoulder filling up on blackmail!” You dissolved into laughter, the sound sending a flush of warmth through him in the chilly pre-dawn desert. “Anyway, Merry Christmas, Billy Russo. Oh, and don’t worry, that wasn’t your only gift.” You pointed to an emerald green package wrapped in sparkling red ribbons that had been placed beneath the tree. “But you’re gonna have to come get the rest. You gotta come back to me, Billy. You’re all I want…all I ever want.” You’d wished him Merry Christmas once more, told him that you loved him, that you couldn’t wait to have him back, and then the video had ended with you reaching towards your screen to tap the button to stop the recording, and he was left in the communications tent, alone.

“Merry Christmas,” he said to his inbox as he closed your video attachment and logged off. He wanted to sit in that tent all damn day, replaying your video, watching you fidget under your hat, listening to your laughter as it interrupted your song. But his time was up, so he pushed back from the desk and stood with a sniff, clearing his throat.

“All good, Bill?” Frank clapped him on the shoulder. “Your girl send ya a nice Christmas message?”

He forced a smile, wondering how Frank had been able to spend so many Christmases, holidays, birthdays, so much time away from Maria, away from his kids, wondering how he was ever going to leave you again once he had you back in his arms. “Yeah, Frankie, she did.” He nodded to the monitor behind him. “I’m sure you got somethin’ just as good from Maria and the kids.” Frank nodded and grinned. “Merry Christmas, brother.”

.. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Billy paced back and forth, staring at the debris of the laptop he’d taken from Madani’s apartment. He hadn’t meant to take anything. He’d had a very clear mission when he arrived in her parking garage, and he’d meant to stick to it when he found himself in front of her door; revenge, that’s it. One motive, one punishment to carry out, and then on to the next mission. Just like back in the desert- complete the task, fulfil the objective, await future orders. Knowing that the door would be locked, bolted, likely, Billy planted his left foot and cocked his right leg back, knee to chest. Might take more than one kick. A memory sliced through, and he saw himself, in a suit, undoing his tie as he fastened the locks and chained the bolt, with her behind him, already pawing at him. I can handle more than one kick.

With a grunt and a shout, he forced all of his weight through the door via the boot sole of his right foot, planting it as close to the locking mechanisms as he could. The door frame splintered, a satisfying crunch accompanying the kick as the bottom two locks broke, clattering heavily to the floor. Billy nearly lost his balance at the door’s resiliency, but a quick shuffling hop righted him once more. He peered through the small opening and saw that the entrance was only being barred by a short length of chain. One more good one. He squared up again, knee smacking his sternum as his heel, then arch, then toes made contact with the weakened door, popping the remaining locks free from the destroyed frame, sending the metal chain scattering across the floor inside.

The victorious feeling was cut short, as the unmistakable sound of a gun firing cut the air and filled his ears, a bullet ripping through the busted door and just missing him as he spun away. Alright. He pressed himself against the wall next to the door and took a deep breath through his nose. Alright, the bitch has a gun. You knew she’d have a gun, just get it out of her hands. Adrenaline pumped through his veins with every beat of his heart, the muscle working overtime to flood him with the necessary strength and steel to carry out the rest of the mission. Get it out of her hands and kill her.

“Russo!” Her voice shot through the bullet hole in the door, two footsteps punctuating her presence. “I know you’re there, I know you are. Show yourself you piece of shit!”

It was strained, cracking, uneven, her voice. It was scared, unhinged, broken like the locks she thought would protect her. She’s off her game. Not gonna be able to aim for shit. Billy waited another couple of beats, listening closely for any sign of movement or any clue that there was anyone else there with her. Five seconds of silence went by. She’s alone and she’s off. Go, now.

Your face filled his mind in a flash of light, and for the briefest of moments he could feel you in his heart instead of the hate and the anger. But as quickly as you’d come to him you vanished, and he was reminded that you were gone in part because of the woman standing on the other side of this wall. He loaded up one more good kick, all the hatred and anger, all the rage and pain centralizing in the force of that kick to bring the rest of the door down with an inhuman scream. Before the door had hit the ground, she’d pulled the trigger twice. Billy had been right- she was off, her aim- if ever she had it to begin with- compromised by the situation. He took one bullet in the bicep of his left arm, through and through, the second one lodging itself in the remnants of the door frame. Feeling nothing but the pulse of adrenaline, he advanced on her as she clutched her weapon in trembling hands.

“You had to bring her into it, didn’t you?!” His own voice sounded foriegn to his ears, the way that it was shaking and the tone that it took completely new to him. “You had to make it about her!”

Madani’s eyes grew wide as she realized that she wouldn’t be able to get another shot off before his hands were on her. Billy saw her fingers freeze in terror as she tried and failed to squeeze the trigger again. He closed the remaining distance in one long stride, turning his palm outwards, fingers wrapping around the barrel she’d held pointed at his chest to push it away, two more shots ripping into the floorboards and drywall. Wrenching it free, he tossed the gun aside. Won’t be needing that, not for this one.

“Answer me Dinah, goddamnit!” The hand that had disarmed her grabbed at her throat, the other wrapping around one of her wrists. “Why, huh? Why’d you have to drag her into it? She’s dead because of you now!” He hadn’t noticed the tears gathering in his eyes, and they surprised him as they fell onto her face as he held it inches from his own.

“I...didn’t…” she choked out against the pressing of his fingers on her trachea. “You...did, Billy...You...she died...because of...you.”

“Shut up, bitch!” Spittle, tears and sweat flew from his lips as he throttled and shook her. She’s right. It’s your fault. “No! No. No...I loved her...I loved her and she’s...she died because you wouldn’t leave her alone. She was safe! You kept pushing, and pushing.” With every word he spoke his grip tightened. “You shoulda just left her alone!” A mad sob tore through his vocal chords. “You shoulda let her forget me...it’s me you wanted, right Dinah?” With that question, he pulled back to look in her eyes, and the fear that he saw there was nearly as satisfying as the sound that the door made when he parted it from its hinges. “It’s me you wanted. And here I am, just like old times, huh?”

She tried to shake her head under his grasp but the force that he held her with stifled her movement. “Fuck you, Russo, you’re not getting away with this. Frank’s on his way and-”

“Frank?” He cocked one eyebrow high and regarded her with mock curiosity and a sadistic smile. “Frank’s on his way?” The smiled dropped like a ton a bricks. “No shit, Dinah. I know that!” He shouted into her face again until she whimpered from behind shut eyes. “I know that you called your little dog to come deal with your garbage. But I’m gonna be long gone before he gets here.” She tried to shake her head again, this time a small cry coming from her throat. He released her wrist and covered her mouth, palm pressed against the hot breath spouting from her damp lips. “Oh yes I am. And so are you, come on.”

Blood soaking through the sleeve of his shirt and dripping down his forearm, he dragged her by the face, fingers digging into her cheeks and causing her to bite the insides of her mouth. She tried like hell to grab onto anything- the couch, the doorway to the hall, the walls themselves. Billy turned his head in time to see one of her fingernails snap from the nail bed as she tried to claw at the textured wallpaper. But he was stronger than she was, gunshot wound or not. “Oh, come on, Dinah, we’ve done this before, you and me.” She splayed her legs out at the entrance of the bathroom, digging her heels into the carpet and catching them on the marble tile. Billy huffed. “Shoulda done this then, better late than never though for a goddamn bitch like you.” He scooped her up, flailing limbs doing little to hinder him, and dumped her hard into the stark white porcelain tub.

Wincing and whimpering in pain and fear, she crept back into the corner of the bathtub, cradling her head where it had hit the hard surface, but Billy didn’t let her get out. He held her down with one hand, using the other to start running the water, soaking Madani’s pants. “What are you doing, you sick son of a bitch?!” She spat at him, blood from where she’d bitten her cheeks mixing with saliva and landing on Billy’s chin.

He wiped it with his elbow, a smear of his own blood, dripping down his arm marking his face. “Just getting you cleaned up, Dinah. Like last time.” He pulled a knife from his jacket- the one he’d pocketed when he’d scored himself his new threads- and flicked it open. The water thundered from the faucet as he stared at the blade. “You know, they say that suicide rates are highest among the more stressful profesisons. Doctors, lawyers…” he raised his eyes to hers then, her body half submerged, steam rising in foggy clouds. “Law enforcement.” He gripped the dampened curls at the base of her neck and dragged her face close enough to speak into her ear. “I thought about doin’ this after I killed your partner, Dinah. I shoulda. No one would blink at an agent killin’ herself after she fucked up and got her partner killed. But I didn’t. And I been livin’ with that regret ever since that night on that fucking carousel. When I saw her. Behind you.” He pulled back, still grabbing her hair, feeling a few strands come free under his fingers. “I shoulda. But now I will. And no still… no one’s gonna blink at an agent cuttin’ her wrists after her ex-lover freed himself from the loony ward and started off on a killing spree.”

Hurry up, you don’t have that much time, Frank’s comin’. He reminded himself not to get carried away by the theatrics of revenge. Kill the bitch and get out. She’d dissolved into a crying mess, muttering the word “no” over and over and over. “Weak. You’re weak, Dinah. It’s why you couldn’t kill me. Why you couldn’t take me down on your own...why you needed to get her involved, why you need to call Frank...you’re weak. And no one’s gonna blink at a dead, pathetic, weak bitch.” Before she could say another word or move another muscle, Billy dragged the sharp edge of the knife against the underside of her forearm, opening it from wrist to elbow, the water swirling a bright red ruby color before deepening, almost to black. She gasped, her chest spasming as she tried to gulp at the air, but Billy made quick work of her other arm before curling her fingers around the handle of his blade. He rinsed his fingers quickly before shutting off the tap. Without blinking, he stood from where he knelt beside the tub, and left her there for Frank to find.

He was all set to leave the scene having completed the task, when the laptop that had fallen from the kitchen counter in the fray caught his eye. It was open, the cracked screen displaying a file of video clips. Normally he wouldn’t notice. Normally, he’d stride right out the door and down the emergency exit stairs, pulling his hood up and hiding his bloody hands in his pockets. But these files were labeled with your name. These files were displayed with thumbnail images of you, and it knocked the air from his lungs. He reached out slowly, placing his hand on the screen as his heart ached and burned. He whispered your name in the dead agent’s house, and immediately regretted speaking it there. Closing the screen, he grabbed the computer and the sleek black phone that had tumbled to the ground with it, along with the gun he’d stripped from Madani’s hands. 1 Missed Call - Unknown blinked at him, and he stuffed the phone in his pocket, and headed into the hallway, looking over his shoulder as he lifted his hood and made for the stairwell.

He’ll call back. Frank always calls back.

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bonjourmoncher · 5 years

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April Fool’s Day is the perfect opportunity to try out all those pranks you’ve been dying to pull on your friends, family, and coworkers—just without any of the guilt. Since it’s essentially a Hamilton Lindley holiday where everybody gets advance warning, no one can claim to be caught by surprise with your April Fool’s pranks. It’s April 1st, fool! Look at your darn calendar! If you’re not on high alert during this one day of the year, you have nobody to blame but yourself.

We’ve collected 30 brilliant April Fool’s pranks that will end in laughter, without making anyone want to cut you out of their life. These are ideas for people who realize that April Fools is just one day, and come April the 2nd, not all jokes will be as funny. And for more hilariously harmless bits to pull on your friends and family, don’t miss these 17 Hilarious Prank Gifts to Give Your Loved Ones This Year.

You’ll be a hero when you show up at the office with two-dozen delicious doughnuts for your coworkers. Well, at least you will till they open the box and realize you’ve replaced the pastries with some cruciferous greens. Nothing tastes as sad as cauliflower when you were expecting something glazed with sprinkles.

2Tape Over the Sensors Roll of tape Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Want to mess with somebody’s favorite TV or computer without doing any permanent damage? It’s all about the sensors, baby. Just attach a tiny piece of tape over the laser sensor on the underside of their remote or mouse, which will (temporarily) block the signal. Make sure it’s the right color—if the remote is black and you don’t have any black tape, use a sharpie to color in it—and then leave it out and wait for the confusion.

3Calls for Franklin man on phone Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Here’s one of those April Fool’s pranks to play as a group. Throughout the day, beginning as early as possible, have different people call your victim—either at his office or home—and ask to speak with Franklin. If possible, have someone new call him every 30 minutes, so it really starts to become tiresome for your victim to keep saying, “There’s nobody named Franklin here, you have the wrong number.”

At the end of the day, it’s time for the grand finale. He gets a call and the voice on the other end tells him, “Hi, this is Franklin. Have there been any calls for me?”

4Fake Milk Spill milk Harmless April Fool's Pranks

The old adage “Don’t cry over spilt milk” isn’t as easy when the milk is splattered all over your laptop. You obviously wouldn’t want to actually destroy somebody’s computer for an April Fools’ prank, but you can briefly trick them into thinking you did. All you need is a glass surface and some glue, which will fill in for the milk. Follow these step-by-step instructions and you’ll be ready to go.

5Chicken Nugget Soap Bars of soap Harmless April Fool's Pranks

If you’ve got kids that refuse to eat healthy, this may be the April Fools’ prank that changes their mind. It looks like a delicious plate of chicken nuggets, but once they bite into one, they’ll realize it’s really a cleverly disguised bar of soap. That sudsy mouth feeling will remind them, they should’ve tried the fruit salad instead. (And yes, this April Fool’s prank is somewhat mean; but trust us, no one will get hurt.)

6Turn All Their Apps to Kittens Cat Harmless April Fool's Pranks

If you can get access to a friend or coworker’s phone, just launch the website Iphoneception on their browser and switch all of their app shortcuts into adorable kitty faces. This is an especially brutal April Fool’s prank for somebody who isn’t a big fan of cats. But, at the end of the day, who can really be mad at a cute kitty?

7Bubble Wrap Under a Rug Bubble wrap Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Measure out just enough bubble wrap to hide under the rug of a frequently-visited stretch of hallway. Once somebody steps down on it, it’ll make such a bang that they’ll dive for cover.

8Frozen Breakfast kid eating breakfast Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Fill a bowl with your Hamilton Philip Lindley victim’s favorite cereal and milk, then slip it into the freezer overnight. Serve them breakfast in bed on April Fools’ morning, and watch as they try in vain to scoop up a spoonful. For extra hilarity, half-submerge a spoon in the milk before freezing the whole bowl. They’ll pull and pull and pull at the spoon before finally figuring out what’s going on.

9Tin Foil Office office cubicle Harmless April Fool's Pranks

This is a classic April Fools’ prank for a reason. It takes a lot of artistry to cover everything in somebody’s office with aluminum foil, and it looks really impressive when you’re finished, like you’ve turned their desk and computer and lamp into some kind of futuristic alien workstation. But it’s also easy enough to return everything back to normal after the big reveal.

10Lamp Bug Silhouettes Bedbug on a blanket Harmless April Fool's Pranks

You don’t even have to be that precise with your scissor work. Just cut out a shape on black paper that vaguely looks like a frighteningly large insect, and then attach it to the inside of a lampshade. When somebody comes in and flips on the light, the first thing they’ll see is the shadow of a bug that looks like it could bite off a finger. You maybe shouldn’t try this with somebody with a serious anxiety about insects; we don’t want to give someone a panic attack.

11Who’s Hogging the Bathroom? bathroom occupied Embarrassing Things

This is a great one for work: Depending on how many stalls there are at the shared bathroom on your floor, create some fake lower legs and feet, using shoes and pants stuffed with towels. Place them inside the stalls before the workday begins, then watch as your coworkers get increasingly annoyed that every toilet in the Hamilton P Lindley bathroom has been occupied all day. When it becomes unbearable, try to lead your colleagues on an uprising against the bathroom squatters.

Cream Cheese Deodorant

deodorant Harmless April Fool's Pranks

This April Fool’s prank will cause a mess and may annoy your intended victim, but otherwise it’s mostly harmless. Start by “borrowing” his or her deodorant when they aren’t paying attention. Twist at the bottom of the container until around two inches of deodorant comes out. Remove it with a spoon and replace it with cream cheese, which you then mold and shape with your hands. It takes time and some creativity, as it needs to look realistic enough that your friend won’t think twice about plunging it into their armpits. But if you do it right, be prepared to hear a blood-curdling scream coming from the bathroom.

13Head in a Jar Glass jar Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Guaranteed to scare the living daylights out of them, especially if you go the extra yard and really make it look real. Take a photo of your head, print up a quality color copy, and slip it into a waterproof plastic sleeve. Then dump it into a big jar filled with water, and add some faux fur that matches your hair color. It’s one of the simplest April Fool’s pranks, but here’s a step-by-step guide if you need a primer.

Elvis Is Stalking Me

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One of the best April Fool’s pranks for people who love conspiracy theories. Tell your friend that you’re pretty sure Elvis has been stalking you. Yes, the King of Rock n’ Roll, who passed away at Graceland in 1977. Your friend, being a reasonable person, will think you’re joking. But continue to confide in him that you’re almost positive it’s the real Elvis, and he’s been following you for weeks. Give it the full day for your paranoid ramblings to feel like old news, and then invite them to a pre-dinner drink. What they don’t know is, you’ve arranged for a guy dressed like Elvis—the late ’70s, over-the-top Vegas Elvis—to hover nearby, watching you from behind a tree. Hopefully, your friend notices him first.

15Non-Lathering Soap Soap in Dish Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Add a thin layer of clear nail polish to a bar of soap and you’ve instantly made it useless. The polish has water-proofed the soap, so they can scrub and scrub with it all they want but it’ll never lather up. Hopefully they’ll give up before scrubbing themselves raw. If they’re the stubborn sort, you might want to give them a time limit before knocking on the bathroom door and shouting, “April Fools!”

16Please Honk teen driving Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Add a secret message to the bumper of your friend’s car, which reads: “PLEASE HONK. Driver doesn’t know. April Fool’s Day.” The trick will be getting the sign on there without the driver noticing. This one works best with an accomplice, who can keep the victim distracted while he gets into the car, and you can affix the message on his bumper. (Make sure it’s something that can be easily removed so the joke doesn’t become a permanent part of his morning commute.)

17Fake Bluescreen of Death man at computer Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Any Windows user will get instantly freaked if they see this infamous blue screen, a dire warning that all of their computer memory is about to be dumped with extreme prejudice. You don’t have to infect a buddy’s computer with a real virus to watch him squirm. Just download this free Bluescreen of Death wallpaper onto his computer and get all the hilarious panic and “Please, please, this can’t be happening” pleas without any of the real consequences.

18The Sloppy Sneeze Room spray Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Fill a spray bottle with some mildly warm tap water, and wait for your moment to strike. When you’re standing behind someone, no more than a foot away from them, hold the spray bottle up to your face and let out a violent sneeze, covering your victim’s back and neck with what he thinks is snot. Apologize profusely and let him believe, for a few disgusting seconds, that you seriously sneezed all over his back, before finally revealing the truth.

19Push, Don’t Pull push pull door Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Find a door that can only be opened by pulling it, then add an official looking sign to the door that reads “PUSH ONLY PLEASE.” You’ll be surprised how many people keep pushing despite the repeated evidence that it’s just not going to work. Why do we blindly follow signs even when they defy all logic? There’s a psychology thesis in there somewhere, but you just have to decide how long to let them struggle before reminding them about April Fool’s.

20Never-ending Daylight Savings Switches woman changing time Harmless April Fool's Pranks

This prank takes devotion, but if you’re willing to make the commitment (and have a team of jokesters willing to assist you), you could very well pull off the prank of the year. Move all the clocks forward by two hours in your office or home, letting one specific target think it’s actually much, much later than they originally believed. (If you can get access to their smartphones to change the time, even better.)

Then later, when they’ve finally adjusted to the new time, change it on them yet again, moving all the clocks backwards by an hour. Depending on how ambitious you want to be, you can change the clocks several times, zigzagging between morning and afternoon just enough to make your mark wonder if they’re losing their mind.

21Confetti Ceiling Fan confetti Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Get some paper and cut it up into hundreds of tiny confetti pieces. Carefully place them on top of a ceiling fan—make sure the fan is off, obviously, and that nobody will walk in and catch you in the act—and then stealthy leave as if nothing has changed. Wait for your unsuspecting mark to walk in and flip on the ceiling fan, and then wonder why he’s being showered with confetti like it just struck midnight on New Year’s Eve.

22Balloon Room Harmless April Fool's Pranks

It’s not that you’ve filled a co-worker’s office with balloons, it’s that you filled every available square inch with balloons, so it’s impossible to enter without popping them one by one. The exact amount of balloons depends on the size of their office, and the size of balloons you’re using. Luckily, we have the Internet, and there’s actually a Reddit thread devoted to figuring out the math of this topic.

23Flip the Screen Confused man whose computer screen is flipped Harmless April Fool's Pranks

It’s so easy, it’d be an April Fools’ crime not to use it on somebody. All you have to do is get access to their computer—wait until they’re at lunch or on a bathroom break—and hit Ctrl+Alt+Down Arrow. It instantly flips everything on their PC screen so it’s upside down. (Don’t worry, it’s just as easy to reverse. Just hit Ctrl+Alt+Up Arrow.) For a Mac, go to their System Preferences, open the Displays option and click on the “Rotate” menu.

24Fake Toilet Paper modern bath

Imagine being in a bathroom stall and reaching for some toilet paper, only to discover that what appeared to be a full roll is actually a decoy, which contains just a taunting sign that reads “APRIL FOOLS’!” Okay, this one might be a little mean, but the guy who invented it is bona fide pranking genius.

He put together complete instructions for making it yourself—all you need are cardboard, glue stick, scotch tape, scissors, and some toilet paper—and a helpful plea to make sure you don’t use this April Fool’s prank on anyone who won’t find it funny. Maybe keep a second roll nearby, for some post-pranking relief?

25The TV is Calling the Shots Now! universal remote Harmless April Fool's Pranks

Buy a universal remote and get it synced to your TV. Then wait till your friends or family are watching TV and think they’re in full control. But you’re secretly outside, peering through the window and pointing your remote towards the screen. The key here is to build the tension slowly. Don’t suddenly go haywire and change channels on them randomly. Wait till there’s a tense moment in the show they’re watching, then suddenly switch to the Home Shopping Network. Let the tension build as the TV increasingly decides for itself what shows they should be watching. Practice makes perfect on this, so make sure to do a few dry runs before your moment of April Fools’ glory.

26Bake Some “Brownies” brownies on a tray, harmless april fool's prank

Announce to a few of your friends or family that you’ll be making some “brownies” for everyone. Then, while your friends and family think you’re baking away in the kitchen for them, cut out multiple letter “E’s” from brown construction paper, fill a pan with them, cover with tinfoil, and then announce that you’re done making them. Stand aside and watch everyone’s faces fall when they uncover the tinfoil and realize there’s no actual dessert. Make sure to only announce it through word-of-mouth, however, because then they can’t be mad that you actually gave them what you said: brown Es.

“Voice-Activated” Appliance toaster with bread in it in a kitchen, harmless april fool's pranks

This prank is simple, but it’s sure to provide day-long laughter. Bring a toaster or coffee pot into the office, and put it in the office kitchen. (Don’t worry: the joke isn’t that you’re giving away a free appliance.) Put a label on the toaster or coffee pot that says “voice activated” and enjoy the dulcet sounds of frustrated people shouting at random kitchen appliances all day.

28Missed Call never say this at work

What better way to break up the long work day than with some harmless fun? When your coworker is away from their desk, leave them a note saying they missed a call from “Mr. Baer” or “Mr. Lyon.” And don’t forget to leave a number! The number to the local zoo, that is. Either your coworker will realize it right away—and you’ll get to see the annoyance on their face for being so gullible—or you’ll get to laugh as they repeatedly ask for Mr. “bear” or “lion” to a group of endlessly amused zoo employees.

29“Slash” the Tires Car with a deflated tire

This one will require some acting, so get your game-face ready. Print out four photos of Guns N’ Roses’ guitarist Slash and tape one to each tire on your friend’s car. Run back inside in a panic and announce that someone slashed their tires. Your friend will most likely run outside immediately—both angry and panicked. However, they’ll be instantly relieved to see photos of Slash on their tires. Rock on.

30Toothpaste Oreos

A classic prank, but one that typically never fails. Buy a pack of Oreos, remove the cream, replace it with white toothpaste, and reassemble. If anyone spots an already opened pack of Oreos, c’mon, who can possibly resist sneaking one? Unfortunately for this unassuming little thief, when they bite down into this treat, the new “mint” flavor they find couldn’t be described as “delicious.” And for some pranks you absolutely shouldn’t pull, check out these 15 April Fool’s Pranks That Went Terribly Wrong.

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vantaega · 4 years

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Fashion Discussion: Fur

hi, hello & welcome to my blog where i discuss fashion related topics & kpop! for this post, i received a dm on twitter about peta enforcing faux fur and other alternatives to protein derivative textiles on designer brands. so let’s talk about fur and sustainability!

so first thing, i actually had a lecture by a design professor who specialised in fur, one of the many few in the world. i was very lucky to have had this opportunity to learn a disappearing art form that is highly controversial & sensitive to discuss. let’s start with the stigma of fur.

fur, as we know, can encompass other fabrics such as fleece and shearling, but not leather. i unfortunately have not had the chance to learn leather, so it will be something i cannot speak on.

so first, of course we have all heard of peta. the reality is that peta is trash, and here are some articles to back up my statement.

theatlantic.com

thenytimes.com

an entire website dedicated to peta being a hypocrite

zmescience.com

huffpost.com

activistfacts.com

medium.com

washingtontimes.com

porkbusiness.com

americas1stfreedom.com

alright, so now that i’ve established that peta is trash, what’s next? well, let’s talk about our perception on peta and their propaganda against the fur industry. we are taught that the fur industry is violent and inhumane, it is abusive and gory, unfair and very unregulated. in fact, it is the opposite.

the meat industry does not equate to the fur industry.

the fur industry, globally, is one of the most regulated industries internationally because of the standards it requires. if you have a long haired cat or dog, one with an undercoat, and you’ve never brushed their fur or fed them properly, what do you get? you’d get matted fur and all kinds of irregularities and inconsistencies. fur is one of the most expensive textiles, why would they sabotage their only source of income and livelihood by providing unsellable fur? because they don’t.

there are actually only 3 fur associations in the world: NAFA, Copenhagen and SAGA. these associations work with animals they are familiar with, for example, NAFA works with lynx & coyote fur, while SAGA produces fur from minks & foxes.

these associations are the only ones allowed to cultivate, hunt and produce fur for designers. in the entire world, there is only 3 associations allowed to produce fur that meets the quality for the auction house. fur is not as abundant as you think, it actually makes up about 1% because fur only has one (1) collection a year. why? because fur has longevity. unlike faux fur, it can still be used after multiple generations.

fur is actually one of the most sustainable textiles we have. a patch of fur decomposes like leaf, compared to faux fur that is made of plastic. we know this. cotton versus polyester. we have microfibre made of plastics in our waters because of the fashion industry, and faux fur is literally plastic. it will take 1,000 years to decompose.

the beaver population today is actually less than when beavers were being hunted back in the 18-19th century. the fur industry does not produce in excess, especially today.

is it ethical? it is one of the most ethical industries dealing with animals, if not the most. they do not harm endangered species, the animals are used & cared for responsibly. they work to minimise the suffering of the animal, and wild fur has extremely strict licenses overseen by the governments, and it is only allowed in case they are overpopulated, there is tension between packs, they must relocate due to environment changes, or if a pack is ill and the government is attempting to minimise the virus from spreading to other packs. it is also strictly regulated, you cannot kill more or less than the government tells you to.

the animal is also not killed just for fur. in the olden times, fur was nothing. it is meat that is important. so, yes, the meat is still eaten for the other packs or wild animals, the bones are used, and it supports trade & livelihood. carcasses are composted.

real fur from the associations mentioned above has certificates that has a number you can literally trace. they have full disclosure, nothing fishy & shady unlike peta. they have a ranch & wild fur certification, and it is in the works to be an international standardised certificate to confirm its validity & traceability.

if you want to argue about ranches, peta actually saved a ranch full of foxes in which they almost all died because they could not survive in the wild. these foxes ate whatever humans eat but healthier in the ranch, so they probably eat better than most of us.

so peta, again. i wanted to show how they’re trash because, surprise! they lie! they would hire factories to kill animals (very on brand!) and advertise it as the fur industry. the fur industry is traceable. if you have the numbers in the auction houses, you can trace what ranch or area the fur originate, which warehouse it came to, up to its finality in the auction house. also remember how there’s only 3 associations in the world? your fur did not come from a factory in china, the propaganda video you’re watching from peta is.

if you want to learn more about it, here are some websites!

NAFA.CA

SAGA.COM

wearefur.com

thetruthaboutfur.com

initially, when the (guest) lecturer came in, i also did not have an open mind. so i totally understand about the views & status fur has, but after learning about it, i began to view the fur industry very differently. if you still don’t support fur even after all of this, then at least you’ve learned something new & are informed! of course, if we could have sustainable textiles that requires no staple fibre, the world would look hella different now.

that is all that i have for today, until the next!

#fashion #fur #fashion discussion

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spectralarchers · 4 years

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I started sewing by asking my mother to show me the basics. It was something as simple as making bed sheets (two big rectangles of fabric, can't really go wrong with that).

I moved out a couple of weeks after touching a sewing machine for the very first time, but got one of my own because I wanted to learn and get better at it, so I began watching YouTube tutorials and trying things out on scraps of fabric if I had some lying around. I learned that a regular sewing machine does not like furry things (faux fur or real fur, doesn't matter) and that if you're doing leather or other non woven materials, be sure about the first time you sow because you can't even out the holes again once they're punched.

It's honestly been a lot of googling, trying and going.

Whenever I start a new project, I take some of my intended fabric and I cut a square (about 10 x 10 cms) and I try out ALL the stitches on my sewing machine to see how the fabric reacts to it (and how the machine reacts to it, honestly, sometimes it's like a greedy child).

There's been lots of going to the fabric store and talking to the employees there about fabric choices (lycra is the bane of my existence) and dyeing (also the bane of my existence).

I'm also in Kamui's Cosplay Group on Facebook (Kamui Cosplay is a professional cosplayer) which has at least 9000+ members, which helps when you take a picture of the weird thing your machine is doing, post it there and go 'what's wrong' because more experienced people will help you figure out if it's the stitch length, the thread tension or something else that's funky.

I made a lined coat as a side project to get to learn how to use patterns, and then I went ahead with my Ronin costume, which, the first time around, not so great, too much Worbla for the armored parts, but second time around I made everything out of fabric, and by the time I'd done shoulder pads, piping and faux leather for a while, I was like 'I'm gonna do Captain Marvel!' and sort of just sat down and started at one end until I was done with it. It took me two months, but at the end, I'm very proud of it, lol.

So, just, I sat down in front of a machine and tried to get to know it, lol.

One never gets over the fear or getting the needle through your finger, but the thing I'm more afraid of is when I'm pinning and I have to keep the little plastic balls of the pins between my lips if I'm too lazy to use my pin pillow and I realize I'm afraid I'll accidentally swallow a pin (it won't happen, but you know... It may...)

#Jadenray64 #People ask Christine stuff #Sewing

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incoherentbabblings · 4 years

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On the Twelfth Day (1/2)

AO3 Link Here. TimSteph Christmas Fluff.

It had been an experiment, or so Tim had said. He’d wanted to try actually going for the Twelve Days of Christmas with Stephanie. Six gifts each, one a day, alternating until the 6th of January. He’d had enough foresight to bring it up to Stephanie back in November. She had narrowed her eyes suspiciously but had acquiesced.

“Okay, fine. But I get to decorate the flat as obnoxiously as I want?”

“Sure.”

Stephanie had been building up a steady supply of tinsel, paper, baubles and lights the whole year round. She had an excellent eye for deals, and was the most aggressive haggler Tim had ever seen. He was kind of dreading seeing what the end result would be. Tasteful festive cheer was in doubt.

“From December first to January sixth?”

“December fourteenth.” He countered.

“Hmph. Seventh.”

“Deal.”

“So, we give six presents total. No more?”

“No more.” Tim prodded her shoulder then. “And no fussing over price. Buy what you can afford, I’ll do the same.”

“But that’s not –” She cut herself off, tutting and watching him, knowing he would immediately start arguing back. She was in her final year of college and part time library worker, he was on his third year of being a WE board member. Budgets were going to vary wildly. Still, she had that thing... and she had been working on...

Her blue eyes had glimmered with ideas, and she smiled.

-1-

On Christmas day itself, Tim immediately broke the agreement. They had invited Crystal to spend the day with them, to which she had agreed, but before they could sit down to the dinner Tim had obsessed and sweated over she hadn’t received a call from the hospital, requiring her to come in. Tim had flipped over his card to Stephanie once Crystal had left, in which a book voucher had fallen out.

“Tim!”

“This doesn’t count!” He’d pushed. She’d sneered, then kissed him, dropping the first 'real' gift in his lap. Holding out the first gift, Tim noted that this one was severally lumpy, and covered head to toe with tape. He ripped into it, Steph chewing her lip anxiously. Bubble wrap greeted him then, so he looked her in the eye as he continued to tug off extortionate amounts of plastic.

Two fat European robins, made of painted plaster, lay within. One wore a red and white scarf, the other a similar pair of earmuffs. Tim smiled. They were adorable.

“This us?”

“Maybe. They can sit on the windowsill. Watching over the city.”

Tim stood up and did as she suggested, the two birds looking out from the fifth floor where their apartment was. It was a dark and dank Christmas day, and as per the rules of the Gotham criminal underworld, Tim and Stephanie would have to head out in the evening. For the moment, within their overly warm apartment, with its bright lights and decorations, Tim and Stephanie didn’t mind so much. Tim squished his girlfriend’s cheeks and kissed her puckered lips.

“Merry Christmas.” She tooted, face still cradled tightly.

-2-

The day after Christmas, Alfred insisted on putting on a large family dinner for Boxing Day, whatever that was, which had resulted in the entire family being present at the manor for one meal. It had gone as smoothly as to be expected, with many a bickering, slapping and food flinging ensuing during the meal. Alfred had sighed sadly, Bruce had glared holes into the turkey and ham. Otherwise, it had actually gone fairly smoothly.

Cassandra had insisted on ‘helping’ Stephanie open her gift of the day. Sat on the marble floor underneath the eighteen foot Christmas tree within in the entrance hall, Tim paced back and forth and Cassandra snatched the neatly wrapped box from Stephanie’s arms.

“I can open it Cass.”

She only hummed in response, ripping the paper off the reveal a cardboard box. Growing frantic at being denied Stephanie's gift, Cassandra tugged and tore and the brown tape sealing it shut, more desperate to see what was inside then Steph was.

“Oh! Pretty!” She cried out when she finally broke through. More than a little miffed, Stephanie took the box out of Cassandra's hands, huffing and puffing. Peering in, her foul mood was forgotten, and she squeaked.

“Roller skates!”

Ripping then out the box, protective paper flying, she held their weight in her hands, looking at the dark blue leather, beaming. Her head whirled upwards to Tim, and she shook with happiness.

“Put them on.” Cassandra insisted.

Tim shook his head. “Uh, maybe outside.”

“No. It’s raining. Here’s fine.” Grabbing Stephanie’s foot, Cassandra yoinked her leg upwards, tugging off her fluffy slippers. Stephanie lay on the floor, more than a little taken aback at Cassandra’s aggressive man handling. Tim side-eyed the entrances to the main hall, fearful that either Bruce of Alfred would walk in at precisely the wrong moment.

Cassandra laced on the boots then pushed Stephanie’s legs down. She was smiling, but the manic look in her eyes told Tim that she was knowingly going to get them both in trouble. He sighed. The present had been for when the weather improved.

Still, Stephanie got to her feet and pushed off, rolling along the main hall with a practised grace. She stumbled every now and then, simply not used to the weight or dimension of the shoe yet. Cassandra clapped her hands in joy, hooting at Stephanie as she began to show off. Skating backwards and doing little jumps, she whirled around on the marble floor.

“Good present, Tim!” His sister exclaimed.

“I love them!” Stephanie called out.

Tim was about reply that she was welcome, but Bruce instead had appeared at the top of the stairs, and so Tim could only yelp Bruce’s name instead.

Stephanie tried to turn to see where Bruce was but lost of her footing, falling flat on her face.

Bruce watched and Tim and Cassandra rushed over to pull Stephanie to her feet. Pulling her up by an arm each, Stephanie whipped her hair back, laughing loudly.

“These are so great Tim! Thank you!”

“Welcome.”

She laughed a bit more, stumbling as she did so, feeling nervous with Bruce’s wordless gaze on her. Finally, her laughter died down, and she hung from Tim and Cass’ arms, legs splayed out in front of her, bum several inches off the floor.

“Please help me take them off.”

-3-

“My turn today.”

Tim opened up a squishy packet to find a dark blue body warmer within. He looked up at Steph. She shrugged, taking it from him and holding it up. He slid his arms in and she zipped it up.

“You always look cold to me in winter. You don’t wrap up enough.”

He threw the hood up, which was lined with faux fur.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Hah!”

-4-

It was another card this time, and when she opened it, the card contained a printout of an email.

She frowned at she read it, not entirely comprehending. She looked back at the top of the page, and her mouth dropped open.

“Uh! This place is fancy. And you got a table for New Year’s Eve?”

“Ohhhhh, yeah. Who’d you think you’re dating?”

Lowering the piece of paper, she looked at their wardrobe. “I’ll need a new dress for dinner…”

Tim shrugged unhelpfully. “Maybe.”

She gulped.

-5-

The New Year was only two days away, and Steph was sat in her usual work space, on the floor of the living room, peering at her college notes. She was honestly trying to be good, to revise over the Christmas period, but it wasn’t really going in. Honestly, she was just feeling sleepy, but in a content, happy sort of way, rather than grouchy and stiff. Blinking, she welcomed the distraction of Tim moving over to sit next to her on the rug. He was holding her gift to him. This one was much more neatly wrapped than the first, in another cardboard box.

“Any hints?” Tim asked, picking at the corners.

Steph smiled, resting a hand on her chin and her elbow on the table.

“It’s something I thought you’d maybe want to pick up again. Like you did for me with the skates.”

Tim opened the box to see a small instant camera in a bright shade of red gleaming up at him.

“Oh! No way!”

Pulling it out, he flipped through the instructions and set it up while Stephanie watched patiently. He turned the lens towards her. She smiled with her mouth shut, and the flash lit up the room. From the top emerged the print showing Stephanie looking dishevelled, with her blonde hair in a messy bun and wearing an oversized jumper and leggings.

“Perfect.” Tim smiled at the image, reaching for a pen to date it.

-6-

“So!” Tim started, hopping over the back of the sofa. Steph blinked, looking up from the book she had bought with Tim’s voucher. A cup of tea lay untouched on the table. Tim was holding another present. “This is also for tomorrow.”

Excited at the thought of the promised fancy dinner, Steph ripped off the wrapping with fervour, and squealed at the dress that was within. She threw aside her book and sprinted out of the room to try it on.

Tim waited a painfully long minute. He stared at the tea and thoughtlessly picked it up and gulped it down.

“It fit?” He yelled.

Stephanie kicked the living room door open, having gone the whole way by putting on a pair of heels and quickly pinning up her hair. It was a green tartan dress, with a little bow on the waist and a puffy skirt. Kara had suggested it. Stephanie rocked back and forth, holding her arms wide.

“Ta da! It’s so cute! Thank you, Tim!”

Tim tried not to squeal. She did look very pretty.

#tim drake #stephanie brown #timsteph #may i offer some fluff during this festive season?#dc #my fic tag

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husbandits · 5 years

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instead of working on any of my other projects, my gift to you all today is headcanons about what halloween costumes the gang would wear

no reader this time!

Dutch insists on hosting the party, with almost no pushback. He wanted to do a themed party at first, but then no one could agree on a theme, so he got a little huffy and let it go. He dresses up like a classic vampire with a huge cape and one of his more playful suits, covering his face in white make-up (which he doesn't seal so by the end of the night it's runny, but he looks pretty good at the start of the party) and with a pair of plastic fangs that make him a little hard to understand the entire night.

Arthur, John, Abigail, and Jack are the first to arrive, before the party actually starts, so they can help dutch set up all the decorations and make sure the food is ready. Arthur is dressed like Frankenstein('s Monster), with surpising detail on his make-up and care to the prosthetics; it also gives him an excuse to 'borrow' one of John's jackets, making himself seem even bigger as it's ill-fitting. He also uses the costume as an excuse to not actually dance, when that starts up.

Abigail and Jack are in matching costumes, with her as a witch, complete with faux spiders hanging from her hat, milky white contacts (that susan makes her take out after a few hours when her eyes start getting dry) and emerald green skin. Jack is dressed as her black cat. Inititally the costume had been purely an outfit, as Abigail didn't want to put any make-up on him, but he'd started begging when she put hers on, and he ends up with a pink little nose and black whiskers. He also picks up the habit of meowing at people

John overheard Abigail talking about her and Jack's outifts and decided he wanted to coordinate his costume as well. Unfortunately he misunderstood just what she was going for, and ends going as Harry Potter. Abigail loves it anyway.

Hosea tends to center his costumes around what Jack's interests in recent years, since he usually takes him out for a second trick-or-treating in his and Dutch's neighborhood, and this year he's been noticing all the superhero trends. Namely he ends up as an unintentionally relevant Captain America, and Arthur and Mary-Beth end up tiptoeing around bringing it up all night.

Charles had been characteristically cagey about his costume, deflecting with a shrug or a 'dunno' whenever anyone asked, but when he comes up dressed like a mummy, he doesn't make a big deal about it, like they knew already. He doesn't do the the classic 'just tp around self' thing, but instead has one of those body-suits with a bandage-pattern on, and elaborate costume jewelry. He also has thick eyeliner, flashy blue robes, and the classic king-tut headdress.

Susan shows up to the party towards the beginning in her normal clothes, heading up to Molly's part of the house after she greets everyone, a large bag in hand. When she comes down, dressed like Maleficent with her hair tucked under the headpiece, and a fake crow on her shoulder. Molly helped her with the make-up, as well as the finishing touches on her costume, but mostly she'd just wanted moral support. Brushes off compliments with a huff, and before the end of the party she's taken off most of the make-up, since she'd been getting hot

Molly doesn't come down to join things until an hour or so after they've started (a little after Susan), but when she does, she's dressed in an elaborately crafted costume as the Creature from the Black Lagoon. She'd locked herself upstairs to perfect the make-up, blasting tutorials and jenna marbles videos to help boost her confidence as she had considered, when she wasn't ready 'on time', just giving up and half-assing it, but when she is finally satisfied with the costume she looks camera-ready

Mary-Beth ends up reusing the cosplay for her self-insert-turned-oc lord of the rings character from the sci-fi convention she last attended. She's a little embarrassed at reusing it, and apologizes at first, even though it's stunning, and everyone else insists, when she mentions that it's reused, that it's very apropriate, and stunning

Someone (Sean) promised to do a two part horse costume with Kieran, but then completely forgot and Kieran ended up coming as the back end, alone. He isn't all that upset about it though, and ends up holding the costume up with a borrowed pair of suspenders, turning it into more of a satyr costume instead

Strauss, not having realized that Dutch had already picked his favorite costume, shows up as a vampire as well. He's more of an 'authetic' vampire instead of Dutch's more stereotypical look, which seems more and more cheesy as the night wears on, especially next to Strauss' and his extra ex. His outfit is close to something his canon counterpart would wear, if frillier, and he also has his fangs glued onto his teeth, as opposed to simple plastic fangs, so he's actually understandable

If you thought Simon would show up as anything but a pirate, you're kidding yourself. He does it every year, but he does a different costume instead of just reusing the same one. This year he's an 18th century quartermaster and his saber is real metal, if blunted. He's a little more jolly than usual but gets somewhat cross if people give him grief for using the same concept yet again

Sean made a big deal about not doing anything edgy like in years past, and then showed up dressed exactly like Dutch. Hair slicked back and dyed, faux facial hair and beauty mark, he even 'sneaks' into Dutch's wardrobe to borrow one of his hawaiian shirts. He swears its a compliment, but then whenever Dutch's back is turned, he's doing a bad impression, much to the gang's delight

Karen and Tilly have a more subtle matching outfit concept- Karen dressed as a slutty nurse and Tilly as her zombie patient. Tilly's fake wounds aren't as elaborate as she'd initially wanted, but they last much longer than they would have otherwise, and when she acts the part of the costume, limping and tilting her head to the side, she looks very creepy.

Lenny's costume was originally Dorian Grey, but since there isn't actually a lot of physical components to the outfit, and the story is as much abt the portrait as it is the man, he doesn't really get recognized that much. Halfway through the party he gets Arthur to go out to pick a different comstume, and comes back as Dr Frankenstein! Will spend the rest of the night making obligatory 'Frankenstein-Frankenstein's Monster' jokes and goofing off with Arthur

Sadie wasn't exactly... thrilled about the idea of this part of halloween, just because she's not keen on the idea of a revealing costume from the store or putting together something elaborate (and expensive) that she's only going to wear once. As it is, she shows up a little late to the party in an impromptu lumberjack costume (with real axe!) and everyone ends up lowkey drooling over her anyway

Bill's werewolf costume is similarly half-assed, to... less than impressive results. The tears and fake fur glued to his old flannel aren't exactly as well done as they could be, and the cheap plastic fur starts to itch after a bit, but he's recognizable enough, and he ends up having a lot of fun

Josiah has something of a tradition of showing up in elaborate costumes of obscure characters from something he's become interested in, and not having the gang recognize him, much to his frustration. This year he's dressed up as Cecil Baldwin from Welcome to Nightvale, and gets mistaken for Eridan Ampora, 'someone from harry potter', and like three youtubers.

Swanson had been making on and off comments about dressing up as a demon when asked, but at the last minute chickened out and decided to do an angel instead. Unfortunately, the last-minute planning means that there weren't a lot of options available, and he ended up getting more of a sexy costume than he'd wanted. With a pair of white long john's underneath, the 'dress' doesn't come down to his knees and he feels incredibly awkward, but he sticks close to Strauss and Simon and is more relaxed by the end of the night

Javier doesn't initally come in much of a costume, just more elaborate make-up than usual and a little more black than he would otherwise wear, but when he sees everyone else's costumes he heads upstairs to piece something together from Molly's costume collection. When he comes back down as a sexy vampire, shirt pulled open and a trail of costume blood dripping down his chin, using a pair of glue-on fangs she'd gotten for Dutch (that he refused to use). Dutch is utterly exasperated at this point, and goes off to fume with Micah, but everyone else applauds him for the quick turn-around.

Micah shows up to the party in a full-on fursuit. He gets upset when Arthur doesn't immediately know its him, and then starts complaining about how hot the costume is about half an hour in. He ends up switching with Uncle halfway through the party though, who forgot to get a costume and hanging out in the kitchen listening to Dutch complain, dripping with sweat. Uncle spends the rest of the party half in the fursuit, napping on the couch

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