the wild thing

the words you read bled from my heart to my thumbs, from my heart to paper

[the-hihiu-mea]

I NEED SOME UNDERTOW BY MICHAEL BUCKLEY FANFICTION BECAUSE I JUST DO.

EVEN A BOOK OF ONE SHOTS WOULD DO, BROSKIS

[the-hihiu-mea]

we laid beside each other, all bare and sticky,

bodies coming down from a high

our minds didn’t reach

hihiu mea

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Wardrobe: Fabrics

We often call clothes silk when they are satin, velvet where they are velveteen or we have no clue what we’re on about. So today let’s look at fabrics.

Laying down the law

Many renaissance/mediaeval societies governed over who could wear what. By adding these laws you had a layer of depth to your world.

Women and men could only be dressed n clothes benefiting their position

Female servants or their daughters could not wear veils costing more than twelve pence

Knightly families could not wear cloth of gold or sable fur or velvets

The wife or daughter of a labourer were not to wear clothes beyond a certain price or a girdle garnished with silver

Cloth of gold and purple silk only worn by the royal family. This goes for ermine.

The importation of silk and lace foreigners was prohibited when the kingdom produced those textiles.

Peasant Clothing (Beggars to Merchant classes)

Wool: This was the staple of much of the clothes owned by peasants. It was in supply and it wasn’t as costly as most fabrics when undyed. It was also warm.

Linen: Forget about softness. Peasant linen was made of coarser weaves and flax. It was heavier than noble linen.

Cotton: A lightweight fabric used in hotter climates. It was softer than the linen and airier.

Fustian: heavy cloth woven from cotton, for menswear.

Leather: Leather was used for boots and shoes rather than killer jackets.

Nobility & Royalty

Cloth of Gold: Cloth made from woven threads of gold (very expensive)

Cloth of silver: cloth made from woven silver strands (very expensive)

Samite: a rich silk fabric woven with gold and silver threads

Tulle: A netting sort of material

Brocade: rich silk fabric with raised patterns sewn on it.

Cambresine: fine, lightweight linen

Cambric: thin white cotton or linen

Cypress: gauze made of cotton or silk

Damask: like brocade but the patterns are flat

Delaine : light wool/mixed wool and cotton

Lawn: sheer plain-woven cotton or linen

Sarsenet: fine and soft silk

Sateen: glossy cotton or wool

Satin: closely woven silk, shiny

Taffeta: Thickly woven silk

Velvet : piled fabric of silk, cotton or synthetic material

Velvetine: cotton with silk pile

Saxony: fine, delicate woollen fabric

Alençon Lace: intricate floral lace with three-dimensional corded detail sewn onto a fine tulle backing

Chantilly Lace: lightest of lace

Charmeuse: smooth, flowing, silk, cotton,

Chiffon: sheer and lightweight fabric

Crepe de Chine: thicker, lightly textured silk

Dupioni: crisp lusturous silk

Organza: sheer and lightweight fabric of very fine weave silk

Georgette: sheer fabric of silk

Guipure Lace: heavier lace

Designs

Embroidery: Patterns sewn on the fabric by thread

Appliqué: decorative fabric, often lace or floral motifs, sewn onto the main material

Embellishment: details such as beads, crystals, sequins, pearls

Trim: a line of material or fur that finishes off a hem or cuff.

Piping: a cord lining the fabric creating a ribbed look.

Colours

Here are the colours that you will catch your people wearing. Keep in mind that dyes had to be sourced and could be very expensive.

Peasant: brown, red or gray.

Nobility: Gold, silver, crimson or scarlet, deep indigo blue, violet colors and even deep black and pure white colors

Royalty: Purple

Furs

Mink: Soft and lightweight, silkly and glossy furs

Fox: Long, lustrous, colourful and easy to dye.

Ermine: White fur streaked with black (ONLY FOR ROYALTY)

Sable: long, luxurious, dense but light.

Wolf: thick, tough, warm but has a bad smell

Vair: fur from a red squirrel really only used for trimming.

[the-hihiu-mea]

the fourth

i don’t know how long i’ve believed in kisses. don’t know how long i believed that they could tell you everything you needed to know. i believe kissing is an art form, every stroke of the tongue, every use of lip and teeth, is like art. we appreciate a true painting in the same way, peacefully and deeply.

and as the fourth kissed me quick. i felt like this art hadn’t been admired enough, and leaned in to admire the art some more.

8/7/19

[the-hihiu-mea]

the third p. 2

his eyes were the sharpest and iciest blue i’ve ever known. they made me think of the glaciers in alaska. never could i melt these glacier-ic eyes. never could i make them feel warm, no matter the amount of heat between us. no kiss, no touch could be hot enough to thaw his defense. i now know that the third was never mine. he was a concept, a concept that just fell from between my fingers like a mist i am never supposed to catch. but i tried so. damn. hard. i became for focused on catching air that i lost focus on what mattered.

and now, my mind is in shambles, turned completely upside down, in the wake of the third.

He last three months in my life.

[theroncharlize]

Steve “I’m too old for this s**t” Rogers

[scrawl-your-heart-out]

“Why don’t we fight in a cathedral sometime?” The villain proposed, their tone laced with sarcasm, their sharp glance on the hero. “They’re all empty, anyway. No one believes in anything but you these days.” 

[badjokesbyjeff]

A Cowboy Walks Into a Saloon, naked, except for his boots.

“Where your clothes at, Slim?”

“Back at the barn. I was feeding the horses when a beautiful blonde drove up. She says, ‘I wanna show you something in the barn. Follow me.’

So I followed her. She says, ‘Take off all your clothes.’ So I do. Then she takes off her clothes, and says, ‘You like what you see?’ Fellers, she had the most bodacious body I ever did see! I said, ‘Yes, ma’am, I do!’”

Then she lays down on a blanket, all friendly-like, and says, ‘Well, then, go to town, Cowboy!’

So I pulled on my boots and here I am.”

[imsorrythings]

Instructions (Once You Are Ready)

Do not offer explanation for where you came from, for where you have been or where you will be. This is not the occasion to be discussing time and space. You are here now, and it is time to ruin me.

First, you will bathe me, soak my shoulders in your godsent spit honor my back with your reverent touch - here is your ladle, here is my tub of prose, douse me in my own words for you  until I am fragile as a dandelion weaken me in the scent of your ravishing lavender.

Lay me down. There is a space below my sternum I have been renovating just for you; I have kept it so clean at the expense of the other spaces. Reach in with your fist and pull the lever against the glass to sound the alarm

Once you are ready to obliterate me, kiss me. Please kiss me until my lips have worn away. Deface my chest with your depraved tongue. Flood me with your fragrance until my lungs erupt. Mount me. Beat me senseless. I am starved for your torment. Crush my gentle throat  with your tyrant knee -  I offer my blood to you in each breath. Shatter me. Eviscerate me with your sinful teeth  and your ruthless nails. Consume me until you are saturated, stuffed and sick. Consume me more.

Please devour me until there is simply nothing.

Somebody else will mourn me.

[the-hihiu-mea]

The Second

The Second: second in trilogy

The second, was slow and soft, so addictive. His kiss made me feel beautiful and worthy of the sun, the moon, and every star visible. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes, I remember them reflecting the twinkling Christmas lights of my Christmas tree, so big and so in love. But when he promised all he needed was me to be happy, he’s turn his head away, and I heard it, the sound of a child lying to their mother. A sound so completely and utterly disgusting, I felt like I had just discovered my pot of gold was fake. I had. I could no longer say I loved him because he was lying to me. I let him keep falling as I stopped mid air and returned bitterly to the cliffs we had both jumped from together. Those stupid cliffs made to test your hope.

He lasted four months in my life.

—hihiu mea

[the-hihiu-mea]

The First

The First: first of three

The first, was sweet but fleeting. I can’t tell if I’m talking about the boy or the kiss. Both, probably. I can see it in his sunken blue eyes, and guarded personality. He was never looking for the same thing I was. He was looking for a distraction while I was looking towards the future. I would be okay telling people he was mine and I was his. But he changed slowly, his touch just a bit too harsh, his words too questionable. I never told anyone about the things he’s said and the things he’d done. How he slowly made me, feeling once a woman, feel an object. He was toxic, in his own venomous ways.

He lasted only a month in my life.

—hihiu mea

[the-hihiu-mea]

For once, I do not know what to say. For once, I don’t know what to do. For once, a person has made me feel so much, I feel nothing. This person has spun me around in all sort of ways and now I can no longer see what’s in front of me. I can no longer tell which way I am going. This one person.

hihiu mea

[lunylun]

when someone leaves the cinema after the first post-credit scene:

[the-hihiu-mea]

Yes.

[the-hihiu-mea]

Message to my love #6

You wonder why I can’t bare to look at you. It’s because I cannot look so much untapped potential in the eye.

2/20/19

[babyanimalgifs]

A dream.

Follow @ups-dogs for more posts like this :)

[the-hihiu-mea]

This UPS driver is a princess in disguise.

[the-hihiu-mea]

Message to my love #5

Today is the day I remind you just how much I love you. But I’m not going to do it through candy, balloons, jewels, or clothing. I should hope you wouldn’t need these things to know that you have access to the most valuable thing I own.

My heart.

2/14/19

[the-hihiu-mea]

Message to my love #4

You have had such an affect on me. Even while you are gone, your fingers are making dents in my hips, your lips are still making me breathless, and your love is making me mindblown.

2/13/19