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Ollivander’s Challenge - The Battle of Hogwarts
‘The best way out is through’

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Haruka & Michiru: A Lesson in Innuendos

^ In case there was any doubt that these two are one of the actual best couples ever :D

Why yes Michiru, I think that Haruka VERY much wants you to help warm her up ;D

These aren’t even freaking innuendos. They’re about as blatant as you can get!

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BABY BUNS

my Andy is not quite so tiny and fluffy

but goddamn she’s just as adorable

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Margaery looked very like her brother, the Knight of Flowers. [Cersei] wondered if they had other things in common. Our little rose has a good many ladies waiting attendance on her, night and day.

Margaery/Sansa is my new OTP

nothing has ever been so beautiful

I’m just going to plug my ears and go LALALALALA I DONT REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END OF THE THIRD BOOK NOPE

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They’ve gone through the honeymoon period and now they get into these little squabbles at Red Lobster.

Oh I miss this season and maybe I will try to find some way to watch it today *sigh*

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Michele Caragher 

Embroidered details in Game of Thrones 

‘Michele Carragher is a London-based Hand Embroiderer and Illustrator who has been working in costume on film and television productions for over 15 years. She studied Fashion Design at The London College of Fashion, where the course incorporated design, pattern cutting, garment construction, embroidery, millinery and illustration. At the same time she attended a three year evening course in Saddlery at Cordwainers College learning skills in leatherwork.

After leaving college Michele worked in Textile Conservation, repairing and restoring historical textiles for private collectors and museums, specialising in hand embroidery. She then moved into a career in costume for film and television, initially working as a Costume Assistant/Maker on productions such as the BBC’s Our Mutual Friend, ITV’s David Copperfield and Mansfield Park. She soon gravitated towards the decoration and embellishment of costumes, using skills in hand embroidery and surface decoration, taking inspiration from the many historical textiles she had encountered working as a Textile Conservator. 

The first production that saw her undertake the role of a Principal Costume Embroiderer was for HBO’s 2005 Emmy Costume award-winning production of Elizabeth 1. Her most recent work has been on HBO’s 2012 Costume award-winning television series Game of Thrones, working on all three seasons.

As a Costume Embroiderer Michele specialises in hand embroidery and surface embellishment, using traditional hand embroidery techniques, smocking, beading and surface decoration. She works directly onto the completed garment or starts with motifs and textures on silk crepeline/organza, which are applied to the costume and then worked into once on the actual garment. She also works on existing machine embroidery designs that are not too dense, adding some hand stitching and beading to give a more authentic, hand-finished look.

Michele finds hand embroidery has more flexibility and diversity than that of embroidery created by machine, as there is a greater variety of thread choice and colours to use. It is also possible to work more easily on garments that are already constructed. However, machine embroidery in combination with hand work can be very useful when completing many repeats by creating light outlines or a less dense machine stitch, work can then be completed by hand and again can be carried out on a finished garment.

Michele is a highly creative Costume Embroiderer, producing original designs as well as working closely to a costume designer’s brief to create their desired look.’

Text and images from  http://www.michelecarragherembroidery.com

God, that embroidery is so gorgeous! I had no idea that third dress was so detailed after seeing it on the show… Amazing work.

all of the costuming on this show is so fucking thoughtful (someday i’m going to make an effortpost about The Political Decisions Of Margaery Tyrell’s Wardrobe)

and that white thing is so        jacobean

everything is beautiful

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thighhighs:

Imagine the teaser trailer. Peeks at the iconic costume, a villain’s growled one-liner, the title looming suddenly out of the darkness with THIS CHRISTMAS or SUMMER 2014 beneath it. Imagine the interviews in Entertainment Weekly: the costume design chief noting how they “went with the more textured fabric, to get that realism in there,” the director expressing “what a joy it was to work with such an incredible team,” the special effects artists explaining just how they created that one shot with the fire and the rubble and the huge, undulating snake monster. Imagine the special magazine pull-out sections, the news segments, the posters at every bus stop. The lead actress in a gown of shimmering silk, glowing with pride at the premiere, hamming it up with Quesada or Didio or Stan Lee. She’s so honored, she says, “at this chance to portray one of our culture’s most beloved heroines.”

Imagine the children pulling their parents into the toy aisle, emerging with a golden lasso or batarangs or a long scarlet cape—“just like hers!” Imagine them at your doorstep the following Halloween, bright and beautiful in gold lamé and spandex. “Ooh!” you coo at them, scooping an extra few Hershey bars into their plastic pumpkin, “She’s my favorite too.” Imagine them years later, returning to her story again and again in times of strife. Imagine them connecting with friends over it—“Oh my god!” the roommate exclaims as a familiar poster goes up on the other side of the room, “That’s one of my favorite. Movies. Ever.” Imagine them getting tattoos of her sigil, writing papers on what she meant to a generation, carefully following her adventures across mass media for years to come. Imagine them as aged creators themselves, paying homage to her in their own books, movies and TV shows—“she’s such a symbol of our generation, I had to sneak her in there somehow.” Imagine them introducing her to their children. “Oh wow,” they come to remember, “my grandma and I used to watch this every Thanksgiving.”

Imagine the fandom. The forums, the Facebook pages, the blogging platforms bursting at the seams with passion. The arguments, the speculation, the careful dissection of every trailer, TV spot and magazine advertisement. The recommendation lists that get passed around—“This is her best arc, but the art was REALLY great after the 2003 reboot.” The banners at comic book conventions proudly emblazoned with her face, the exclusive, con-only figures, the panels with lines of thousands on her “timeless bravery and continued relevance.” The cosplay, both meticulously constructed and thrown together at a thrift shop, the smiles on those faces as they pose for pictures and get to be their heroine for a day. The endless reams of fanfiction and fanart. The exclusive t-shirt collection at Hot Topic and WeLoveFine. The slow simmer of excitement that builds to a great eruption across every entertainment-oriented publication as the release date draws near. Imagine her as the movie event of the season.

Imagine the premiere. Imagine standing in line for hours, milling around the theater from 9 PM to midnight, clutching a movie-themed drink and eyeing the getups of other fans. A tall dude in front of you wears a shirt with her face on it, the girl by the popcorn machine is feverishly reading a trade paperback of what many believe to be the heroine’s finest story arc. You get to talking with both of them and discover that he’s a fan because of a popular cartoon of your youth, while she’s just getting into the comics. You trade recommendations, then get to the real business of squealing over how excited you are for the movie. People pose in front of the poster, people are tapping out Facebook statuses on their phones to let the world know that “omg!!! AT THE PREMIERE CAN’T WAAAAAIT.” The usher comes out at 11 and announces that the crowd should form an orderly line because seating is about to begin, and a great roar of excitement goes up. 

Imagine the movie. Imagine sitting there, the synthetic sunlight dappling your face as your heroine’s origin is told, as you watch her rise from unsure adolescence to unstoppable adulthood. Imagine the training sequences, the sweat flying off her face as she grows more and more committed to her duty. Imagine the humor, the lines you’ll chuckle out to friends after this. Imagine the heroine’s dry wit, so praised in all the reviews. Imagine the scenes of tragedy. Imagine our heroine at her lowest point, unconfident and unsure and untethered, suddenly, to all that once made sense. Imagine the villain, silken and sinister. Imagine them menacing her, imagine the moment where all seems lost, when your hands cover your mouth and your whole body scrunches up in the seat and you know it’ll all turn out fine but oh my god she has to go faster, she has to save them, she’s going to crash, the bomb’s about to go off! Imagine the music’s sudden upsweep, the steely resolve in our heroine’s eyes as she saves the love interest, lobs the bomb into space and sails off with the bus full of children safely balanced on her index finger. Imagine her turning towards the villain, murmuring a one-liner that makes you shriek “SO! BADASS!” in your head as the theater bursts into applause. Imagine the righteous haymaker she delivers to the jaw of the bad guy, the lavishly budgeted throwdown between good and evil so carefully alluded to in all those interviews and featurettes. Imagine her emerging from the wreckage, bloody but unbent. The music dives into its key refrain as she stands triumphant, her eyes blazing with victory. Imagine the screen slowly fading to black, the crowd exploding into clapping and cheering and whistling as you turn to the friends you made in the lobby and say “Oh. My God.” Imagine walking from the movie to the parking lot, jabbering excitedly all the way about this scene or that line or that moment and how perfect it all was. You pass the poster for the movie on the way out and you smile. It was everything you wanted.

Imagine a world where we don’t have to imagine.

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the difference between this show and allllll the others: Jayne’s reaction to the hat is not AWWWW MOM WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME WEAR THIS HAT but, instead, is THIS IS THE AWESOME HAT Y’ALL DON’T EVEN KNOW.

He’s a stone cold killer and a space pirate and he loves the bauble hat that his mother crocheted for him. LOVE!

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