Petticoat breeches Puns

I see some Fundie women that preach against women wearing pants since they are originally were men's clothing (Deuteronomy 22:5). Yet at the same time they wear leggings and tights under their skirts and dresses. Leggings and tights were originally made for men as well. So they are wearing men's clothing underneath.

Sidenote: However, I do know women/ other Fundies that preach to women to not wear leggings and tights under dresses since leggings are pants, and I know a few Fundie women that don't wear wearing leggings/tights and layer in multiple slips/ skirts and use knee high socks / stockings during wintertime/ coldtimes.

Thoughts? Personally biblical clothing rules are so inconsistent and can go too far at times.

Commenting on women not wearing tights/leggings: I would get really cold if I wasn't allowed to wear leggings or tights if I was only allowed to wear skirts and dresses back in the day. I would also wear leggings underneath so avoid flashing.

Even when men and priests in the bible wore pants / breeches/ hosen (Exodus 39:28, Daniel 3:21) they still wore them under robes for modesty.

But women found a way to survive without em with balm, long thigh highs, and quilted petticoats, so who am I to complain? Idk. I love to wear women's clothing/ dresses/gowns (especially the 17th century) before pants were acceptable, but it would be inconvienient now to wear so many layers of skirts.

After my mom died, I began urban exploring, also known as “urbex.” It gave me a much-needed escape from our house. Everywhere I looked, sharp-edged memories threatened to cut me open. The pictures she’d chosen to decorate the walls, or the armchair she’d loved to curl up in. Chanel 5 floated through our home, an ever-present ghost. More importantly, urbex transformed the ordinary into the magical. That magic never lasted, but even a few seconds was enough for me. A few seconds to pretend Mom was still alive.

I met Charlotte in ninth grade, when Mrs. Langdon asked us to do a group presentation on Measure for Measure. Charlotte’s the exact opposite of me: bubbly, outgoing, and extroverted. But we bonded over our mutual love for urbex. Together, we visited the Chester-Hudson Quarry, Danvers State Hospital, Clinton Tunnel, and much more. We continuously challenged each other to check out bigger, creepier places, and quickly became best friends. Before Charlotte left to study history at Brown, we agreed that we’d meet up during our breaks from college to continue exploring different places.

Kilmoure was our white whale. We had learned about it before the Internet became widely accessible, from a newspaper article that listed all the ghost towns in Massachusetts. At the time, we hadn't been able to find out much more. Admittedly, our efforts had been hampered by my dad. After Mom died, his protectiveness multiplied by one hundredfold. He became a stereotypical tiger parent, always demanding to know where I went, and insisting that I spend all my free time studying for the SATs instead of running through neglected buildings.

Almost four years had passed since we first heard of Kilmoure. Charlotte was the one who figured out that it had initially been called Kiltemoor when it was first founded, which explained why we’d had such a difficult time finding out more information about it. Once we had the town name, we pieced together its history and location. Kiltemoor, or Kilmoure, had been founded in the late 1600s as an inland settlement. It declined after the American Revolution ended and a town called Larton rose into prominence. People built new coastal roads, ones that ran right past Kilmoure straight to Larton. During the War of 1812, even more people moved away. Rumors surrounded the very last occupants of Kilmoure; people accused them of practicing human sacrifice.

Charlotte and I decided to explore Kilmoure on March 15th, right when our spring breaks co

Hi y'all! Sorry in advance for the long post.

I'm hoping to go to a Regency ball next year! The local Jane Austen Society is putting on a ball in April and of course I can't let that opportunity to pretend to be Elizabeth Bennet (although at my age I'm more a Mrs Croft) pass me by. Obviously as a sewist I also want to make my own outfit. But.... here comes the analysis paralysis... where do I start? WHAT DO I WEAR?

I've already done some research. I have the Regency Underthings and the Elegant Ladies Closet patters from Sense & Sensibility patterns, which I bought like two years ago in a "some day I'll make my own Regency outfit" dream, but I've since learned about Jennie Chancey's um ideology and yeah no thanks. Plus I gather they're not super accurate?

So enter Laughing Moon. They have a ton of patterns! Here's the short list I've got, can anyone tell me if that will get me what I need?

- LM115 for the chemise and short stays. I've never made any kind of corset before, are the short stays doable for a first-timer? I'm an intermediate in terms of sewing skills, I think. Do they give enough 'lift' for smaller breasts or am I gonna have to figure out some padding? I'm basically Keira Knightley up top (sadly that's the only way I resemble her).

- LM132 bodiced petticoat. Do I need the bumroll? I'm not entirely set on a specific date tbh. I could probably also skip this one, the petticoat doesn't seem super essential? Correct me if I'm wrong!

- LM130 Regency wrapping front gown. Would this work as an evening gown? I am pretty damn skinny around my shoulders and I've always been self-conscious about my protruding collarbones, so I prefer v-necks over more rounder necklines, hence why I was drawn to this pattern. But I can't off the top of my head remember seeing actual historical evening gowns with a v-neck so now I'm second-guessing myself! I was thinking of doing a wrapping-front gown with elbow-length sleeves.

The rest of the stuff: elbow-length white gloves, black ballerina flats for shoes, gonna have to figure out something in terms of stockings, jewelry, some ribbons in my hair, and a shawl in case it's cold out.

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ALSO! My partner is going to accompany me, hooray. I'm not going to make him an entire outfit because I do want to retain my sanity, but would LM123 (Men's Regency Slip Vest) work in an evening situation? I think having the right vest (with cravat of course) would go a long way to giving the right look. I could always co

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New Covenantry

• Cultural Level: Renaissance
• The Land:
  • Full Ecology (Temperate Aquatic, Hills, Forests and Swamps).
  • Nestled along the coastline of the Sea of Sorrows and lapped by thick coastal fog, New Covenantry is dominated by the rolling coastal plain swathed in dark forests and swamps. The entire region is isolated, separated widely by wave and bough, and what few roads exist between settlements are little more than muddy tracks between the trees. Most travel is done by waterway.
  • The land is dominated by woodland, with forest stretching almost-unbroken from the coast to the heights of the Blue Hills. Even the Blue Hills and the Great Black Swamp are thickly-wooded. One can wander for days between the trees and brush, only seeing the sky where the uncountable small ponds and swamps prevent trees from growing, or where the land has been cleared by man with axe and fire. In some places, the vegetation by the forest-floor is so thick as to block the wind, and the uncanny silence of the woods is broken only by the murmuring and rustling of the branches above. In spite of this apparent ominousness, the woods are verdant with edible plants and animals (especially furbearers like deer and beaver), and a skilled woodscrafter can survive quite easily here.
  • The climate of New Covenantry is temperate, but trending towards extremes, with harsh winters (usually cold enough to freeze over the smaller bays and rivers, with only the volume of the larger rivers keeping them from icing over), hot summers and brief-but-pleasant spring and autumn. The climate is quite wet, with precipitation common year round, varying between rain and snow depending on the season. In low-lying areas in the woods, frost can subsist even into summertime
  • With the emergence of the domain into The Land of Mists, the lands beyond the above map have changed from what people remember of the old world; explorers report new rivers and coastlines, with the other colonies formerly in their places no longer present. On clear days, from the heights of the Blue Hills tallest summit, one can see the distant shape of mountains far off to the north.
  • Anglisc buildings tend to be built of either wattle-and-daub, post-and-beam, or fired bricks, with steep roofs and solid chimneys to hold off winter chills. Wopanak buildings are made of frames of

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##Introduction

I do not profess to be an expert in regards to medieval European/Mediterranean/Near-Eastern clothing, but I have researched the subject fairly extensively, and I believe my guidelines laid out here are entirely reasonable for the ASOIAF world. While it is true that GRRM is not writing a work of history, and therefore the term "historically accurate" is not appropriate, the ASOIAF series clearly bases its world on the medieval (mostly high-medieval) western world (and eastern, judging what we know of Yi Ti and other civilizations in Essos). Therefore, I believe it is possible to be anachronistic in matters such as clothing, armor, weapons, food, economics, architecture/engineering, and so on. The purpose of this guide is not to outline how every article of clothing must be, but rather to give some general definitions and notes that will help writers understand how to approach clothing in a historical manner (because really, it has only been in the past few centuries that the whole nature or how humans dress themselves has changed more drastically). This guide may be edited over time to ensure clarity and accuracy.

This guide has been revised from its /r/SevenKingdoms and /r/CenturyofBlood predecessors, and will continue to be updated as needed for the sake of clarification and to provide further info.

Questions and Comments welcome

#Men’s Clothing

##Smallclothes

A man’s smallclothes will, as a general rule, consist of some form of shirt, some form of leg-coverings, and some form of footwear. The shirt is fairly straightforward, though there is always room for variations from individual to individual. A typical man’s shirt will be long-sleeved, and will provide full coverage from the wearer’s shoulders to their lower-thighs or beyond (some may go as far as the ankles, depending on preference/needs of fashion). Some shirts may have collars while others will not, and those which do not might make up for it with a kerchief to protect the neck from the rougher fabrics of one’s outerwear. Some shirts may have shortened sleeves, some may be decorated with touches of lace or embroidery, but the garment is a fundamental part of men’s clothing almost universally donned by all classes and almost all cultures, with these variations in mind.

Leg-coverings can be a broad topic. From

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

Part 1

Patrick lived very close to the restaurant, so driving past the wretched place was inevitable. Doing so would always conjure unconventional thoughts; from something ridiculous like a manager running outside asking me to work, to something trivial like a coworker waving me down to tell me I’m late for a shift I overlooked.

A neatly packed uniform with a 3AM bus ticket sat idle on my front porch the next morning, as promised. The uniform was exquisite to say the least: A red double-breasted suit vest with a brocade paisley floral pattern, a pristine white long-sleeved dress shirt, a crisp black bow tie, pressed black slacks, and a pair of polished cap toe shoes.

The anticipation had me optimistically anxious, so much in fact, I didn’t show up to work for the rest of the week. I couldn’t afford to lose focus with empty threats or fake emergencies, so I blocked the restaurant's number, along with my managers’ personal numbers.

Time was furious, and before I knew it, I was soaking up the moon’s twilight, in my superb getup at the empty bus station.

At 3:00 sharp, a double decked bus had its glass door folding open for me. Unease instantly warmed its way into my stomach when I saw the driver; a tall lanky man, dressed like a pilgrim with the typical ruffs and breeches. Weird, but it was the white sack over his head that had me on my toes.

He held up his hush finger and instructed me to find a seat. I made my way up the stairs through a deafening silence of all the servers that had their heads craned towards their phone or window; and not in the “enjoying the view” kind of way. The intimidation of the driver was at an all-time high, bringing a new contradicting meaning to the phrase “eyes on the road”.

I joined in somber atmosphere, tuning into The Dark Somnium, until I lost service. The brutally long ride ended with the sways and pulls of a rocky road. We found ourselves in the middle of a dirt path with no actual road in sight, in the middle of a mystifying darkness. I had the inexplicable feeling that we were somewhere far away from... everything. The driver ushered everyone to form a line.

I was reluctant to abide when he pointed to the woods behind him. Nature was no longer green but a jetty black and blue, where sparing wind subsided to just shadows and stillness. Towering trees ere

Do your worst!

They were cooked in Greece.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

but then I remembered it was ground this morning.

Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale

Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments

BamBOO!

They’re on standbi

A play on words.

My daughter, Chewbecca, not so much.

Pilot on me!!

Christopher Walken

Nothing, he was gladiator.

Or would that be too forward thinking?

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.

If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.

Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

Hindus, on the other hand, never had any beef.

I won't be doing that today!

This morning, my 4 year old daughter.

Daughter: I'm hungry

Me: nerves building, smile widening

Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.

She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.

Thank you all for listening.

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There hasn't been a post all year!

You take away their little brooms

It was about a weak back.

And then shook his arm really fast.

(True story, please groan with me.)

But that’s comparing apples to oranges

Part 1

Patrick lived very close to the restaurant, so driving past the wretched place was inevitable. Doing so would always conjure unconventional thoughts; from something ridiculous like a manager running outside asking me to work, to something trivial like a coworker waving me down to tell me I’m late for a shift I overlooked.

A neatly packed uniform with a 3AM bus ticket sat idle on my front porch the next morning, as promised. The uniform was exquisite to say the least: A red double-breasted suit vest with a brocade paisley floral pattern, a pristine white long-sleeved dress shirt, a crisp black bow tie, pressed black slacks, and a pair of polished cap toe shoes.

The anticipation had me optimistically anxious, so much in fact, I didn’t show up to work for the rest of the week. I couldn’t afford to lose focus with empty threats or fake emergencies, so I blocked the restaurant's number, along with my managers’ personal numbers.

Time was furious, and before I knew it, I was soaking up the moon’s twilight, in my superb getup at the empty bus station.

At 3:00 sharp, a double decked bus had its glass door folding open for me. Unease instantly warmed its way into my stomach when I saw the driver; a tall lanky man, dressed like a pilgrim with the typical ruffs and breeches. Weird, but it was the white sack over his head that had me on my toes.

He held up his hush finger and instructed me to find a seat. I made my way up the stairs through a deafening silence of all the servers that had their heads craned towards their phone or window; and not in the “enjoying the view” kind of way. The intimidation of the driver was at an all-time high, bringing a new contradicting meaning to the phrase “eyes on the road”.

I joined in somber atmosphere, tuning into The Dark Somnium, until I lost service. The brutally long ride ended with the sways and pulls of a rocky road. We found ourselves in the middle of a dirt path with no actual road in sight, in the middle of a mystifying darkness. I had the inexplicable feeling that we were somewhere far away from... everything. The driver ushered everyone to form a line.

I was reluctant to abide when he pointed to the woods behind him. Nature was no longer green but a jetty black and blue, where sparing wind subsided to just shadows and stillness. Towering

When I got home, they were still there.

Where ever you left it 🤷‍♀️🤭