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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Disrespect

Synopsis: Harry walks in to see YN being mistreated by his fans at her work

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"Harry!"

It was eight the morning when Harry heard YN calling him from the shower whilst he was preparing for breakfast.

"You alright?" He rushed back to their bedroom to watch her head popped out of the bathroom door, he could really see she was butt naked in the mirror behind her through the cracked door. "What?"

"I forgot my towel." She said, obviously sheepish smile on her face.

"You could have come out you know." He suggested already going to fetch the towel for her. "I can see your bum in the mirror there."

She rolled her eyes, "like you haven't seen it already." And it's cold to walk out of shower butt nakey without a towel.

"I have, I have," he agreed.

"Can I wear one of your hoodie?" She asked, taking the towel from him. He got a thank you kiss on the cheek instead of her saying it out loud.

"When do you not?" He shrugged, "you've stole all my clothes. Just got me boxers to my name."

YN just giggles, "they're comfy!"

"And you know you don't have to ask me, darling." He assured her, watching her walk out with the towel wrapped around her body. "Are you still sore?" Enquiring about the changing weather which triggers her arthritis, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Also, they went a little too rough last night. Bask in the fresh smell of her body wash.

"A hot shower helped, can definitely walk now." She shared. He caught her towel which unraveled to her chest.

"I really do go at it like a rabit." He realised. "But can you blame me though!"

"No one's blaming you." She resumed picking out her clothes and a hoodie from his side of the closet with a six feet tall, man baby clinging onto her.

"I think you should take the day off." He suggested. "I crave attention today!"

"I already took up all paid leaves, I can't." She cooed, "it's Friday. I'll be home for the weekend, I promise."

"You're not going over to Brielle's, this weekend?" His earn perked up like a cat at the news.

She has been going over to her friend's because she was really struggling in the last trimester of her pregnancy, with her Fiancé working extra hours at office so he can take the leave, her mum being busy with work the girl pregnant with twins was left alone for the most of the time. YN was a good friend, it really warmed his heart to see how she cared for people close to her. He didn't mind when she went over to her friend's house for the day on weekend.

"Yeah, she said her Fiancé's paternity leave begins from today." She shared.

"Well, good, I get to have my girl to myself." He sighed dropping his head into the crook of her neck, his soft lips brushing against her soft skin. "When do you get off work today?"

"At five." She reached for her pants hung on the hangers. "Haz, you're tickling me!" She squealed feeling his finger tips dig in her side making him chuckle. He press his lips onto her bare shoulder, coming to halt with his teasing.

"Alright then, I'm dropping you off on my way to gym and I'll be coming over to pick you up as well." He announced his plan, tucking the loose end of the towel back in so it wouldn't fall off when he pulled away.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

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YN's day was going super well today. Especially because they were not short staffed today. And she gets to see her man at the end of the day who had just dropped her off at work this morning.

Today they had very generous customers coming in who did not hesitate to give tips. It wasn't a common thing for folks in UK to tip, and not to take it wrong they get paid fair wages. YN's boss ensures that they get their holiday bonuses every time. But there are employees who had many good uses of those extra tips.

"YN, would you mind?" Emily gestured a request for her to go over to the til whilst she get the order ready. YN stood behind the vacant register, next to her other co-worker Kathleen, who was already taking in a order.

"Hello good evening, what can I get for you today?" She smiled greeting the two girls who'd just walked in. She could already sense the vibes as if she's a psychic. Especially with a LOT tote bags and Pleasing hoodie. Both of the girls had their heads buried into their phones, air pods in.

"I'll take an iced mocha latte," the girl in the yellow hoodie said. YN decided to ignore the fact her head was still down.

"Can I'll take a black coffee." The other one said who had the decency to at least look at her.

"I'll also take a chocolate croissant." Now the girl in the yellow hoodie looked up at YN, who was punching in the order in the register as if she was on autopilot.

"What size to you want it to be?" YN asked more about their vague order.

"The croissant?" The yellow hoodie scoffed.

"Coffee?" YN said, but it came in as more of a question. How stupid a person have to be to ask thay question... But who is she to judge?

"Make the black coffee a medium please, with no sweetner."

"Make mine a medium too then I guess!" You g lady said, rather rudely when YN looked at her for her order.

"Okay," she nodded, "do you want it with regular milk or substituted milk?"

"Duh, regular milk."

Kathleen looked at YN as she patiently deal with these teenagers. She proceeded to ask their names to put on the cups. Trice and Juniper it was.

Not to take this in a wrong way, her co-workers felt bad for her. Because from this past week she's got her boyfriend's fans coming in just to mistreat her and bully her. Yes, all of the people who work with YN are Harry's huge fans but they respect him enough to be involved in his personal business with their co-worker. Everyone loved YN at the cafe, especially the frequent customers. She was literally ray of sunshine at work, nothing but kind and sweet to others.

What reason has she got to be rude to other people for no reason anyway? She goes to work because she likes it and it put food on her plate a roof over her head.

And then there are these people who are worse than who they call Karens and Kevins among the employees, the rude and entitled ones who are inevitable to avoid. These girls clearly seem to know who she is, especially since YN's been to a premier with Harry. Even though she wasn't on red carpet with him, his fans still managed to get her pictures next to Glenn and Jeffery. Everyone knew what Harry's secret girlfriend looked like all of a sudden.

YN proceeded to tell them their total and girl in the yellow hoodie decided to pay, with cash.

The door bell chimed catching YN's attention, it was Harry she saw. He'd came over to pick her. He shot her petite wave as he went on to stand to a side whilst she gets done with her work. He greeted Emily who was making a latte at YN's usually spot of work, talking about the kittens. He wouldn't lie, he's been excited about it.

YN's had enough them the girl threw two bills on the counter, instead of handing it to her when she had her hand out. Causing the money to fall in two different directions. She picked it up quiet and reached for coins in the til.

"Would you like the bill?" YN asked but that just earned a scoff to her.

Kathleen shot her a no look because she, well, apparently everyone knows that she's pissed now. She tossed the coins on the counter the same way the girl did, causing the metal to bounce, and some rolled off the counter on the floor. Both the girls gasp. Harry saw all of that, clearly, he glanced at a shocked Emily who missed it whilst she was doing her work.

"Your order will be ready in five, Trice." YN said with am overly fake smile she even bothered to put on.

"You are so fucking rude!" Trice said, "fat, ugly bitch, what did you do that for?"

"Oi, watch it!" Kathleen butted it, clearly offended for her co-worker.

"Clearly, everything said about you on the internet is true. You don't deserve to be with Harry, you ungrateful who—"

"What is going on here?" Jennifer, YN's manager came over seeing the commotion before Harry was about to stand up for his girl. That was the most atrocious thing he'd seen. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you kindly to step out of our shop." She continued, politely moving YN to a side, she fetched for the amount the girl had paid ever so kindly to refund.

"This is ridiculous. She was being mean to me, throwing the money like I'm a fucking begger by a mere server!" Trice exclaimed. "Are you the manager?" All the whilst her friend stood there with her jaw hung to the floor. Maybe she was surprised by her friend's behaviour, or she was thinking YN's in wrong here.

"Yes, I am and I'm not going to let you treat my employees this way. We are refusing to serve you today, and in the future." Jennifer said, firmly. "Please." She gestured the girls to the door.

Harry couldn't take it, especially when the other one saw him standing right there to be a witness to the scene. On the internet, it could be pretty much easy to avoid by simply not indulging into it, and his girl is has mastered doing that so far. But this is insane, coming in at her work place. He had let the incident on her flight to New York, he wasn't there and YN chose to not tell him the details. But this. This all all happened right in front of him. That person was about to call his girlfriend disrespectful names, that broke his peak of patience there.

The other one nudged her friend's side to make his presence known to him there. The girl, who's name is Trice he reckoned looked at him as if she just saw a ghost there.

"This is her place of work. Whatever you think her job is, doesn't give you the right the treat my girlfriend that way." He spoke to the girls, calmly, because he doesn't want to add to the commotion happening, "I want you to know that, I found it very rude of you. Hope you work on being on a better person!"

YN looked at him, surprised. Honestly she didn't know why she was surprised. She was shook, as that girl was about to call her the w-word. She had never heard anyone call her that, even through she's gotten into many arguments with rude customers like the girl. Not even on the internet people go this far to bully her for simply being her boyfriend's girlfriend.

YN didn't know how to take it and process it!

Harry was so grateful for YN's manager to stepping in. Or he would have lost it actually hearing someone calling his girlfriend so disrespectful. He just watched as those girl mumbled their apologies to him before leaving. He proceeded to pick up the change which had fallen on the floor and handed it back to Kathleen.

"You alright?" Jennifer asked YN, who was still trying to take in what just happened.

"Yeah, I, I am really sorry about that." YN mumbled.

"Don't be," Kathleen butted in who saw everything first hand happening to her, "that girl was a literal shit of a person. What you did was very fucking badass!"

"Mhmm!" Emily sounded.

There were not many people in the cafe that time but everyone who was watching had seemed to get back to their work. Harry approached closer to the til. "Do you want to go home now?"

"Yes, yeah, I'll be out." YN agreed, before heading to the back. "Gimme five minutes."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

On the way he stayed silent, it was awkward for the first time in between them. Especially that's what YN felt.

"I'm sorry about that." He spoke, once they're back in comfort of their home.

"Why so? It wasn't your fault Harry." She cooed. "Come here, sit down." Walking over to the living room she made him sit down on the sofa whilst she took a seat on the coffee table in front of him. "It's okay, I promise."

"It's not," he looked more hurt than her, "they bully you just because you choose to stick by my side. That's fuck up, baby and not okay!"

"I know, but we can't control everyone, can we?" She shrugged, "you say it to me that the best we can do it just ignore the hate. And honestly I now look at her like one of those bad customers, that's all."

"That's the thing, you shouldn't!" He stressed, "I'm going to put out an statement, this is ridiculous. She was clearly about to call you something so disrespectful, I don't even wanna say it! It's disgusting!"

"Don't do that, please, it's only going to add to the drama." She insisted, "it's gonna attract more hate and criticism, and I don't want that that for you, for us."

Well, she isn't entirely in wrong here. People wouldn't mind talking shit about him either, why was he at his girlfriend's work place? Where is the professionalism? Why would he say that to people who literally keep him employed? What was he thinking when he said that? Why did he said it like that? He cares too much, or he cares too little. The criticism was going to come in from left, right, front and back.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Yeah, we'll just deal with it when we absolutely have to. We don't owe anyone any explaination. I see rude customers every single day." She nudged her nose closer to his with her forehead on his.

"I just hated that do much!" with a sigh his voice sounded so watery. God he loves her so much, he would fight the world for her with his bare hands in that moment.

All the other times, it didn't hit him this hard. With her it was different for him. Of course it was, it is YN he's talking about here!

"I know, Haz. But it's okay." She pulled him in a tight embrace his head rested on her chest, "I promise!"

"It shouldn't be okay!" He sighed, pulling away. "It shouldn't be. Don't tell me to keep low when they cause a big stir on the internet and it reaches media, I'm not going to sit here and let everyone talk more shit about you!"

"Okay, only if they make drama." She agreed.

"Okay." He nodded.

"We just came back, but do you want to go get some ice-cream?" She suggested.

"Hmm," he sighed remembering about this thing he had planned on, "I had plan to go to Italy."

"What is it with you and your impromptu vacations?" She chuckled. "Why Italy all of a sudden?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "I'm bored now that I don't have anything to do. Thought I could take you to a museum there, on a date."

"Oh how rich are you!" She sighed dramatically, with dreamy eyes making him giggle.

"You still want to go? We have about two three hours." He suggested.

"You already booked a flight?" She was surprised.

"Yeah, come on, will help you pack." He grabbed her hand and walked her to their bedroom.

"Harry, it's gonna take time and you traffic this time is the worse." She stressed.

"We'll wait for another one if we miss it, now come on, we need to pack enough for the weekend." Harry went on to bring out a duffle bag.

"Can we postpone it to the next weekend? I am anxious we're going to miss the flight." She was froze to her spot watching him move back and forth from the closet picking out his own clothes too. She'd feel to bad if they miss the flight as it is going to be waste of money.

"I don't think so, it's okay," he assured her. "We don't have to waste no more time."

"I'm telling you we're going to miss the flight!"

"We're not!" He laughed. "We'll take this too." He picked out a random pretty dress from her side and folded it nicely before stuffing it into the bag.

"You're so annoying! Could have told me beforehand about this." She scolded him, now frantically picking out her stuff, "if we miss the flight it's gonna go to waste!"

"Baby, baby, baby I need you to calm down please!" giggling, he rushed towards his girlfriend who was carrying her stuff in her arms, a towel, her toiletries, her hoodies and under garments. "It's okay. I was going to tell you this the in the car but shit happened so I couldn't. It's okay if we miss the flight, we'll wait another hour for the next one. We're not going to postpone this trip, okay? Now chop-chop!"

"Where are we gonna stay? Hotels are very fucking expensive."

"I've got a house there we'll be staying at."

He's got a surprise for her there waiting there. With a pat pn her bum her urged her to hurry as he called for a cab to the airport. And they really missed the flight, YN was pissed to say the least. But Harry distracted her reading about the museum he was actually going to take her to whilst they waited there for the next flight.

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savepc2023 · 11 months

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Some funfact about your PC? :D

I've got three PCs bc I have no self control so I'm gonna give three funfacts about them each :DDDD

Angel the delinquent:

Loves drawing but is absolute dog shit at it like. You cannot tell what they were going for and neither can she, he forgot about it halfway. It's just fun to put stuff on paper and go with it yk?

Can't stand coffee but LIVES for cold drinks like. What would be the mountain dew equivalent in dol bc she's ADDICTED to that

I've said this before on my previous blog but they're in a poly relationship with Robin and Sydney, annnd he's not fully corrupted Syd juuust yet but we're gettin there. She pegs Robin every night, fully clothed bc they don't like being nakey in front of ppl

Brynn the model:

He's well known around town, and for not the most pleasant reasons. Photos and videos of him posted online, showing off his bare body and his flushed face. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't phased by that, but it just means he'll be asked fewer questions if he acts like he's just dumb and horny and doesn't understand if you use big words when you speak.

Speaking of, he's very submissive. He's the definition of a good boy, say the word and he'll be on his knees for you!.......unless you're Whitney or Kylar. Funnily enough he's more likely to bottom for Kylar than he is for Whitney. He likes seeing the school bully flustered and shaking under him.

He'd like to get to know Nikki a bit better, not only because he's hot and stuff but also because every now and then he breaks his 'professional' persona to look at him with concern burning in his eyes, opening his mouth to ask something only to shut up and decide to continue with the photoshoot. Brynn just wants to know what the photographer's like when he's not speaking to a client, but with a friend.

Caelan the bartender:

They're really tall. Like. Reallyyyy tall. That paired with their resting bitch face usually scares off any people lookin to get frisky with them. But if you're yk. Not afraid and not pushy with your attempts at getting into their pants they're really good company. A little awkward but eventually they ease into the conversation and suddenly you both are just chuckling and sharing interesting experiences

They carry bandaids with them at all times. Two types, actually. The plain kind and some cute green ones with different white patterns on them. The second type is the type a certain other orphan finds pretty, a habit they picked up ever since they were kids. Even though they don't interact much with them these days, they still find themself slipping the pack into their pocket, like as if they're both seven again and Robin still has that misfortunate tendency to trip on air.

Their closet is kinda of....boring lmao. It's pretty classy, pretty cute but there's not much variety. Two waiter uniforms, shirts, vests, slacks. A sweater or two. Ties. That's it.

....i like to call them the ABC squad djsisisiwowowo

#this is the first time ive talked about Brynn isnt it?#hes... probably my most complex pc i think #but anyways thank you for the ask!!! your interest in my pc(s) means a lot🖤#🖤mail #🖤anon #🖤oc #🖤journal #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol pc #degrees of lewdity pc #🖤angel the delinquent #🖤caelan the bartender #🖤brynn the model

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juicezone · 8 months

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diap ask game !

1, 2, 5, 9, 12, 13, 14, 15? (that is. SO many feel free to leave any out sjdfklsdj)

Not too many i love talking abt these things (holds cooper and shakes them like a squeaky toy) The Thang

1: Why do they wear diapers? (comfort? necessity?) It's about 70% comfort, 30% necessity! It's more comfort than necessity now that Cooper's not usually being his own cg, but he's actually a bit more comfortable the actual usage of them now since he has someone to help w them. B4, when Cooper was mostly their own cg, whenever they would end up using them it would almost always pull them out bc they had to clean up + feeling embarrassed

Also lowkey tends to actually need-need them when puppy-mode! If Cooper's puppy-re, and not wearing a diap, keep an eye out for if they get squirmy bc that means the puppy gotta go

2: When did they start wearing diapers? Copper actually kinda stubbornly worked their way backwards! He literally used everything but diaps at first- even using smth like pads (which are NOT. designed for that type of use but it wasn't actually being used at that point) until he finally was like "god. okay fine." (coop was lowkey embarrassed abt how it helped keep his brain settled but now he's like *smacks ward upside the head w a diap* WEAR IT MORON <-in a supportive nice way)

5: What are their favorite patterns/designs? Pawprints,Bones, Dinosaurs, Green, (Plain) Purple ones, not really a fan of the more fem/girly designs! Would probably wear barney ones or smth (green + purple + dinosaurs)! Would rather plain coloured ones than patters they dont like tbh

9: What’s their Dream Diaper? Honestly, something just very comfortable to sleep in, since that's usually what they do when regressed! OR easy and quiet to move in, because Puppy-re Cooper is not a fan of crinkly-like noises. Definitely Dinosaur themed- maybe a package that had various dinosaurs for different diaps!

12: What scent of baby powder is their favorite? (or would be their favorite? feel free to make one up!) Honestly, if Cooper can get away w a non-scented one, he will use that! Also lowkey, Cooper will 9/10 prefer to do that on his own unless he's already very comfortable settled down! But if he's just getting settled, he usually does that part himself (he doesnt usually mind help getting dressed afterwards)

Puppy-Cooper will absolutely get it everywhere, do not let puppy-cooper near the powder <3

13: Have they ever had a daytime accident? Yeah, usually post-big naps or if Cooper's really settled down and teeny. He's getting better at letting Bones help him get cleaned up and changed, but 9/10 he has a hard time settling back down. Puppy-Cooper is more likely, esp if Puppy-Cooper is being sillaaay! If they're squirmy, like real squirmy, either get that puppy to a bathroom or diap him REAL fast. (Puppy Coop always gets so miserable about it ): )

14: Do they wet the bed? Sometimes, usually if they go to sleep regressed and wake up the next morning but forgot to put a little extra nighttime protection on! Especially if Cooper sleeps in. They're more of a morning-ish person, so if its past 10 am and Cooper's still in bed, there's gonna be a clean-up usually

15: Who changes them? (their cg? anyone who’s comfortable? only themself?) If Cooper's just settling into regressing, usually they'll get themself changed. If they're more or less already regressed, they don't mind Bones helping/changing them as much, but might be a bit moody (cranky baby bitey).

Puppy-Cooper is so squirmy abt it. there's a decently good chance that Bones will change him, and within the hour Cooper will be attempting to wiggle free (not. NAKEY but you know. commando in a onesie)

Cooper will absolutely not let anyone other than Bones help him. To him, at least Bones is a doctor so he's not exactly embarrassed abt bodily functions. Cooper will absolutely lock himself in the bathroom rather than let anyone else help him

#my friend my wonderful friend tysm #also. Ward absolutely makes jokes abt getting Cooper puppy pads. Cooper does his standard return response (Biting)#character: cooper

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iamnot-theboynextdoor · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS EPISODE 1 (THE ARRIVAL) REACTION (updating as i go!)

ooooooh my god it's here

BEFORE THE BEGINNING this looks epic

LIL BABY ANGEL CROWLEY WITH HIS LIL PERFECT CURLS AND IS HE HOLDING PART OF THE BENTLEY?????

DSFLKHADKJGHADKJ AZIRAPHALE (i knew they met but i wasn't prepared)

angel!crowley's eyes are brown <3

AAAAA AZIRAPHALE DID HIS LITTLE MID-CONVERSATION "(i forgot to say hello) hello :D" shit boy i die!!!

we're not getting crowley's angel name, fair enough (NOT FAIR I WANNA KNOW WHAT IT ISSSSSSS)

also angel!crowley clearly outranks aziraphale here. i never personally ascribed to the Crowley Is Raphael headcanon, but i might just have to eat my unspoken words there

"let there be light" and the galaxies explode and it's beautiful and angel!crowley's little facey and squeaks of delight, we are not even two minutes in and i can't handle it

are those the pillars of creation??

"look at you, you're gorgeous!" AND AZIRAPHALE THINKS HE MEANS HIM AND IS DISAPPOINTED. I FUCKING DIE

godddd aziraphale has such a crush on him. kill me

i love how aziraphale doesn't seem to understand a word of what angel!crowley's talking about. when ur crush has a really niche hobby and all u can do is smile and nod

oh no the record slowing down! :( poor baby angel crowley... only 6000 years of stars... he's so sad...

now aziraphale's talking about people and baby angel is just like WTF. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M JUST MAKING WALLPAPER THAT THEY WON'T EVEN MOSTLY SEE!!!!!

"i don't suppose anyone could object to me putting a note in the suggestion box" someone's gonna smash cut that to "i only ever asked questions!" ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

aziraphale freaking out at the very idea of questioning authority. this angel can fit so much anxiety in it

"i'd hate to see you getting into any trouble" KILL ME!!!!

"how much trouble can i get into just for asking a few questions?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND IT RAINS STARS AND ANGEL!CROWLEY PUTS HIS WING OVER AZIRAPHALE DSKJFHSGKAJSHGKJ IT'S BEEN SIX MINUTES AND I HAVE TO PAUSE IT TO GO RUN AROUND THE HOUSE

present day!

maggie and her record shop are one of aziraphale's tenants, and she can't pay the rent because of how covid affected her business - she's sobbing and saying she can pack up and leave and he's just like "well that's my fault for not collecting the rent. i'll take this nice record as payment" "you can't just forgive eight months of rent!" "i can, i'm very good at forgiveness :D" I LOVE HIMB

and there's crowley at the park! and shax! (it's the scene we saw)

"hell doesn't care how jobs get done" shax has taken over a+c's clandestine secret agent meeting place, she is full-on hinting at her own Arrangement (and probably thinks she came up with the idea!) and crowley cbf

i really like shax's voice - none of madam tracy's airy lightness, she's all business. she's also a lil baby demon-intern who is trying just as hard as crowley did to be Cool and Mysterious and James Bond-y and i love her. she wants her own spy network so badly

"what do you have for me?" "frozen peas. that's what you feed ducks." crowley says fuck your spy network

(maybe. as just a headcanon. crowley will let her borrow shadwell (i know he's not in it))

MAGGIE AND NINA!!!

"dunno who buys records in this day and age" nina is such a crowley and maggie is such an aziraphale. they are so cute

UH OH HERE COMES THE NAKEY BOY

HOLDING UP TRAFFIC WITH HIS NAKEY SELF THERE'S HIS BUTT

aziraphale doing nothing but listening to his record and pretending to conduct sdfkdsgkjdshg

MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN ASSCHEEKS OUT PEOPLE SHOUT AND I'M HOMEBOUND

aziraphale's "ugh" at his conducting being interrupted lmao

GABRIEL HUGS AZIRAPHALE, FULLY NAKED. POOR AZIRAPHALE, ONLY GOT HALFWAY THROUGH HIS RECORD, NOW IT'S SUFFERING TIME

"oh and it would also be great to know where here is and also who you are and also who i am" "and also why you're naked!" "who told you i was naked" I AUDIBLY SCREAMED

"can i come in?" "no!" poor aziraphale looks terrified

maggie introduces herself to nina just like aziraphale introduced himself to angel!Crowley I SAW THAT

cut to heaven - michael is prepared to use Extreme Sanctions (what r those).

love the highlighter bestie

hot chocolate scene :)

of course he left the box outside. bet it's gone

no it's there!

"either call on the phone and talk or appear mysteriously, don't do both" aww. shax is SO baby.

"his royal smugness is in trouble? that's so sad >:3"

THE BOX IS FUCKIGN EMPTY

"you're funny. i love you." SKFHDSGKJDSHGKJSDGH GABRIEL IS DUG FROM UP

(if that's the first time someone has said "i love you" to aziraphale. and it's fuckign amnesiac naked gabriel i am goign to explode)

"what's gabriel?" "you are!" "cool. i love it. gaaaaaabriel."

"no- you're, um, jim!" "cool. i love it. jimmmmmm. short for gabriel." "no, short for james." "cool. i love it. jaaaaaaaaames. long for jim, short for gabriel." "JUST FORGET ABOUT GABRIEL"

"i find it hard to forget things" "then what was in the box" "what box" /aziraphalesuffering.gif

"hello, it's me. don't say anything. ...are you there?" "should i say something now?" AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY ARE INTERACTING AND FINALLY THE TRUE DUMBASSERY BEGINS

there's a fly hanging around gabriel. very suspicious

in heaven - a matchbox with "out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out, job 41:19" on it, and muriel very nervously picks it up!

"you have three reasons for calling me: you're bored, you need to tell someone about something clever you did before you pop, or something's wrong" "it's nice to tell someone about the good things you've done, now that i'm not reporting to heaven" poor aziraphale still wants a good grade in angel

the "naked man friend" scene LMAO

"he and i... go back a long time" YEAH LONGER THAN WE THOUGHT

crowley trying to get information out of aziraphale is just as hard as aziraphale trying to get information out of gabriel lmao

he chugs his six shots of espresso in one go and aziraphale takes the plate without realising GIVE NINA HER PLATE BACK

aziraphale hands crowley the plate so he can unlock the bookshop and crowley just looks at it like "why am i holding this"

aww maggie bringing nina an awkward present and then saying sorry for bringing it without asking...

nina is in a(n unhealthy) relationship NOOOOOOOOO

"you'll never guess who shax was asking me about" "i think perhaps i will" "go on then" "...jim" lmao

"do we know a jim- AAAAAA GABRIEL"

"ASK HIM PROPERLY!!! WHAT- ARE- YOU- DOING- IN- THIS- BOOK- SHOP-!!!!!" (calm down mr "grow better") (actually don't. last time he saw gabriel he was wearing aziraphale's face and gabriel called "aziraphale" stupid and told him to die. so this is justified actually)

gabriel like (oh is this how we're supposed to talk?) "I- AM- DUSTING."

"precious, peaceful, fragile existence" scene CRIES

"if you refuse to help me then you're at liberty to go" "to go? this is how you wanna do it?" "NO I WOULD LOVE YOU TO HELP ME! i'm asking you to help me take care of him"

(is this the first time aziraphale has directly asked crowley for help? i cry)

but the pouting doesn't work, crowley angrily storms out "just breathe, that's what humans do, then they count to ten before they do anything stupid... I CAN'T DO THIS I'M JUST SO ANGRY TEN!!" /redlightning.gif

and nina's security system activates and now her and maggie are locked in with dead phones >:3 oh no >:3

back in heaven - michael wants to be Acting Supreme Archangel, uriel isn't having it

"someone's gotta give the orders" "and that's you?" "it's... all of us" "ah." "...led by me" "mm." SO UNIMPRESSED.

HERE COMES SERAQUEL AND MURIEL

seraquel's floating wheelchair is so cool

i love michael and uriel and seraquel's matching sparkly highlighter, which has replaced the ostentatious gold fashions in heaven. i love that heaven has fashion trends and the archangels co-ordinate them.

"who are you?" "no-one! well, technically, muriel!" i love themb

THE HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS MATCHBOX

michael: how do i click the matchbox

it says "the resurrectionist" on it... clues...

poor crowley in his car with his plants... and flies. "IN MY CAR! REALLY???" "hello traitor. i suppose you're wondering why i called you here" "YOU CAME TO ME!" cloud of flies!beezlebub looks equally horrific and cool. also what a terrible way to be kidnapped

"what if i said hell was willing to forget everything you did, that we were willing to accept you back, no questions asked, with a hefty promotion... if you found gabriel and handed him over to us, you could name your price...anyone found involved in this affair will be Dealt With" "...how?" "Extreme. Sanctions." oh i don't like any of this!

"that isn't actually a thing, that's just something we used to joke about to frighten the cherubs" "no, it exists. anyone found involved in gabriel's disappearance will be erased from the Book of Life. they won't just be gone, they will never have existed." WELL NOW THAT'S A PRETTY FUCKIGN SERIOUS THREAT JESUS

"someone could break into my record shop and i couldn't stop them" "if i had a record shop, i'd be more worried about people breaking in and leaving more records behind" nina is so fucking funny

"good old fashioned lover boy" playing as crowley GUNS IT for the bookshop

"oh, really? my bad" crowley rescues them and he full-on miracles the power back on right in front of them

nina's partner lindsay is a stage 5 clinger, girl DTMFA, you've got a nice maggie right there

crowley walks into the bookshop and aziraphale glances at him and Very Pointedly Ignores Him

"you want a big I Think I Said The Wrong Thing sort of apology, or can we take that as said?" "i'd like the apology, actually" sdfkjdshgksjdhksg

"...you were right" "not good enough. i want a proper apology." "no." "with the little dance." (SDFKGHDSGKJDSHGJ WHAT?????) "i don't do the dance." "i did the I Was Wrong Dance in 1650, in 1793, in 1941-" (I HAVE TO KEEP PAUSING TO SCREAM. that's both the french revolution and ww2 scenes, where crowley romantically saved aziraphale EXCEPT HE MADE HIM DO A LITTLE APOLOGY DANCE I'M DEAD)

THE DANCE. THE CURTSEY. I'M DEAD

"you were right, you were right, i was wrong, you were right" ("i'm crowley and i was wrong, i'm singing the crowley wrong song" "do the kicks!")

"together?" "yes, we do a little miracle" "i think heaven would notice if i performed even a very minor miracle" okay so aziraphale hasn't performed a miracle in FOUR YEARS (this angel can fit so much anxiety in him!!!!) and crowley just. doesn't give a fuck and does miracles in front of anybody

gabriel! "where did you come back from?" "outside" "is it big? can i see the outside?" GABRIEL YOU CAME HERE FROM OUTSIDE YOU GOLDFISH

"what if we each did half a miracle to hide him"

"...until we figure out what's actually going on." "i know what's going on! i don't go to the outside, and now i have two friends! :D" "I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND"

"no one will have noticed a thing!" and they're both so pleased with themselves so of course someone will notice

cut to FUCKING ALARM BELLS RINGING IN HEAVEN JESUS CHRIST

uriel's like michael you said you wanted to be in charge this one's for you and michael's immediately like UGGGGHHH I HAVE TO DO WORK???

there's FUCKING PURPLE SMOKE COMING OFF THE GLOBE WHERE AZIRAPHALE'S SHOP IS

VERY SUSPICIOUS!!!!

(end of episode one)

this was so fucking great!!!! i'm so happy to see everyone again!!!! god is not narrating... where is she? (she's eating popcorn)

ooh i like the end credits- choral version of the theme mixed with everyday

#good omens #gos2spoilers #go2 #spoilers

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vintagedolan · 4 years

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bruhhhh what about bf! G and y/n having a photoshoot maybe they do a few shots in the shower (with swimsuits of course, gray would never want another guy to see you nakey) and its just so romantic and he's kissing ur neck and has his hands under the straps of ur bikini AHH anyway Im getting carried away peace out

oh my godddddd listen...

The warm water helped to relax your muscles, but it didn’t do anything for your nerves.

“I’m gonna switch lenses, I’ll be back in just a minute,” Jordan said, leaving the bathroom. You tried to slow your breathing down, looking over Grayson’s shoulder at the green tiles in his newly renovated shower.

He noticed that you were off in your own little world, so he did his best to bring you back. “Hey. Where’d you go?”

“I’m here,” you reassured him. “Just nervous. This is your thing, not mine.”

“We can stop if you want to. You want me to kick Jordan out? Tell em’ to get lost? Walk him out to the gates and toss him over? I could get him some serious air time -” he kept going until the laugh he was searching for came from your lips, and then he was smiling with you. “I always feel weird during photoshoots, but it turns out 20 times better than you think it will, I swear. Just relax, we’ll make it fun.”

As if on cue, Jordan came back in with his new lens attached.

“Okay, so we’re gonna start with you both facing me, and then we’ll just see where it goes from there. Just do what feels natural, and I’ll direct you to shift or move a little if we need it for the shot, okay?” You just nodded, turning around so that your back was against Grayson’s chest, the water from the shower running down the front of your bikini.

Jordan moved over to start playing some music and you took some deep breaths, focusing on the feeling of Grayson’s hand on your hip, calloused fingers rough against the soft skin.

At first, you were keyed in on Jordan’s instructions. Tilt your hips forward, move your neck to the left a bit. But as it went on, you were more and more focused on Grayson’s hands on you, the contrast of the warmth of his skin and the chill of the tiles and the water. You brought a hand back to his hair when he kissed your shoulder, laughing when you felt him hum in excitement.

“These are looking great guys. Let’s try some with you two facing each other.”

You happily spun around, and Grayson was beaming at you, obviously having so much fun.

“This isn’t so bad, right?” He teased, giving you a quick kiss as you brought your arms around his neck. He moved then, and you could tell Jordan was getting closer, shooting just Grayson’s eyes over your shoulder.

“I want one like that of her too if you can,” he said, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Yeah man, of course. I wanna try something with depth and see how it shoots in this light. Can you put your hand under the tie of her bikini? Maybe just your fingers.”

You felt Grayson’s hands move, and then there was a slightly unfamiliar touch on your back as Jordan readjusted Grayson’s fingers. Gray felt you tense, his other hand moving to rest on your hip, squeezing in reassurance.

“Wanna try something, but only if you’re cool with it,” he murmured in your ear. You nodded immediately - you trusted him fully, knew he wouldn’t do anything crazy.

But you still gasped when you felt him tug at the string by his fingers. You looked at him, eyes wide.

“Just stay close to me. Jordan, turn around for a minute please,” he was polite, but he wasn’t really asking. You assumed that Jordan had turned when Gray tugged again until the knot came undone, and then he was moving to the tie around your neck, being sure that you were pressed to his chest until you had to back up just barely so he could pull the fabric out from between you.

It was a wonderful sensation to be chest to chest with him, so much bare skin that you almost forgot you were in the middle of a photoshoot until he told Jordan he could turn back around.

You stayed pressed against him, ensuring you didn’t show anymore than some classy side boob while Gray’s hands moved down to your bottoms.

“Those are staying on,” you teased.

“Of course. That’s for my eyes,” he said, just for you. You weren’t even sure how long the shoot lasted after that, only really paying attention when the two of you had to do an awkward shuffle to turn you around so you were facing Jordan. Grayson was so wide he provided more coverage of you than your bikini had.

When the shoot was over Jordan left the room so you could get dried off, Grayson following him out shortly after to talk logistics. And that was it.

Or at least, you thought it was.

Two weeks later and Grayson had his hands over your eyes, leading you through the room.

“Okay... open.”

His hands went to your shoulders as your eyes adjusted to the bathroom light. And then your mouth was hanging open. Directly across from you, hanging on the wall were three separate black and white portraits. The left was easily recognizable.

Grayson’s gaze was so intense in the shot that you thought it might just come through the canvas. He looked perfect, but that was to be expected, just his left eye showing over your shoulder, a few strands of wet hair framing it out.

The picture on the right was a whole different story. You knew what you were looking at - it was the same framing, almost an exact replica of the left. But it was you instead, your left eye, looking over his broad shoulder. And you could feel it when you looked, feel the emotion and the passion from just your gaze.

But it was really the picture in the middle that got you.

The majority of the frame was just skin - the bare skin of your back, with just a hint of Grayson’s torso behind it. But the real focus was the fact that your butt was also in it, and Grayson’s thumb was hooked into your green thong bikini, pulling it up just barely off your skin, the fabric the only thing colorized on the entire picture.

“Holy shit.”

“You like em’? Cause I like em. A lot,” Gray mumbled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Is this why you wanted a photoshoot? Oh my god, and you bought me that suit cause it matches the tiles! You planned this whole thing!” You were just exasperated, not mad. He really was a schemer.

“What can I say, we needed some art for the bathroom. Couldn’t think of anything I’d wanna put up there besides you,” he said it casually, but you were still in shock.

“There’s soft core porn of us on our wall!”

“So. It’s hot,” he teased, squeezing you tightly with a breathless laugh. You just stared at them for a little while, and even you had to admit it. They were hot as fuck.

“We’re taking them down when Lisa comes to visit,” was how you admitted that you liked them.

“I’ll keep a backup beach scene on hand,” he grinned, just glad you liked it.

#im #i just #UGH #grayson blurb #blurb #anon #ask #c:photoshoot #g:blurb

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mymoonagedaydream · 4 years

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Witness Protection (Part 5)

Summary: Life with Bucky looked like it was going to be turbulent

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mucho language

Author’s Note: Apparently all I want in life is someone who’ll make me breakfast for dinner

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The heat from the crackling fire gradually filled every corner of the front room and, to your surprise, it actually felt pretty cosy. You almost forgot you were hiding from cyber-Nazis who wanted to torture and kill you. Almost.

Even better, it turned out that the cupboards and fridge were fully stocked with at least enough food to last a month. After digging around for a while, you managed to find some bacon and a carton of eggs.

‘Breakfast for dinner.’ You said excitedly, under your breath.

Before you could rummage further, a metal arm snaked over your shoulder and snatched the bacon out of your hand.

‘I’ll make it,’ Bucky said with a smile as he tried to find a frying pan, ‘least I can do.’

He wasn’t wrong.

You settled yourself on the sofa and flicked the TV on, enjoying the growing smell of frying meat. Even the thunderous clattering and cursing as your housemate tried his best to figure out his way around a kitchen was somewhat comforting- at least he was suffering too.

Eventually he brought over two plates, piled with more food than you’d ever seen, looking extremely pleased with himself. You shot a quick glance over to the kitchen. It looked like fucking Chernobyl.

Oh well, you were far too hungry to care, devouring the whole lot almost as quickly as Bucky.

‘That was incredible,’ you heaved yourself up off the sofa with a groan, ‘but I’m gonna pass out if I don’t go to bed soon.’

‘Alright, g’nite.’ He nodded as you turned and walked towards the bedroom.

You hadn’t had the discussion about who was sleeping where, but he wasn’t about to argue with you. He knew there was no way in hell you were sleeping on the sofa.

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You were unceremoniously woken by a loud knock at the bedroom door.

‘What?’ you grunted, still half asleep.

A gruff voice came from behind the wood. ‘It’s nearly 11am, I need to shower.’

‘We’re in fucking Narnia, Bucky. Time doesn’t matter anymore.’

‘I don’t know what that is.’

You wearily chuckled before making sure you were completely covered by the duvet and turning to face away from the door.

‘You can come shower but I’m going back to sleep.’

The door creaked open and you heard heavy footsteps traipse towards the bathroom, but they stopped short. Peeking out of one eye, you saw Bucky leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking straight at you.

‘What?’

‘You look like you slept well.’

You rolled over again to face away from him. ‘Piss off and shower.’

‘The sofa is uncomfortable and too short for me, thanks for asking.’ He teased.

‘I’m sorry, what?’ You sat up abruptly, clutching the duvet to your chest, pretty fucked off at his attitude. ‘Whose fault is it that we’re here? I think the least you can do is sleep on the fucking sofa.’

He didn’t seem to be listening. He smirked and tilted his head to the side, eyeing your bare arms. ‘Are you naked?’

You rolled your eyes and threw yourself back down onto the bed with a huff, covering your head. The bathroom door closed and from behind it came the sound of water running.

You took the opportunity to rummage around in the drawers next to the bed, trying to find some clothes because you were, indeed, completely naked.

Bucky came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. As he was nearing the door he leaned down and dipped his hand under the duvet, smacking you hard on the leg.

‘Get up nakey, we’ve got training to do.’

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Down in the tiny gym hours later, still not fully awake, you were trying your best to take in the ‘basics of fighting’ that Bucky was demonstrating. You were a bit distracted by his legs in shorts, but more by the way his metal arm moved. All the parts working and sliding past each other, it was mesmerising.

‘Are you even listening?’ He snapped you back to reality.

‘Yes. Sort of. Sorry.’

‘Alright, you know what, just get up and show me what you can do.’ He gestured for you to stand in front of him, which you did, but you had no idea what to do next.

‘I can’t really do anything.’

He looked frustrated, obviously not understanding that most people don’t spend their free time punching.

‘Just use your anger, y/n.’

‘What?’

His face dropped suddenly, turning faintly sinister.

‘You’re pissed off, right? Pissed that you’re here, pissed that I lied to you, pissed that your parents-’

‘Don’t.’ You cut him off. ‘Don’t talk about my parents.’

‘Why?’ He stepped closer to you. ‘What are you going to do?’

You knew he was trying to wind you up, trying to get a reaction so that you lashed out, but it was really working. You felt anger rising in your chest, anger you didn’t know what to do with. He stepped forward again, leaving just a few inches between you.

‘You’re pissed because you chose seducing a stranger over your parents.’

You slammed your palms against his shoulders as hard as you could, but he barely moved. You tried to step back but he followed, closing the gap between you.

‘Hit me.’ His stare was intense, unwavering. ‘Or you just gonna let me do whatever I want again?’

With that, you snapped, whacking the back of your hand as hard as you could against his cheek and pushing past him. You stormed up the stairs, trying desperately to hold your tears back.

‘Y/n!’ He shouted, before running up the stairs after you, only to be met with the bedroom door slamming in his face. ‘Shit.’

You sank to the floor next to the bed and buried your face in your knees.

Bucky could hear faint sobbing through the door. He considered leaving you alone for a while, but couldn’t bring himself to walk away. Turning the knob, he slowly walked in and sat himself down next to you. After waiting a few seconds, expecting to be told to fuck off, he looked over at you.

‘I went too far for your first time. I’ve never done this before, I only know what works for me.’ He put a hand on your knee and softly stroked it with his thumb. ‘I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out.’

You leaned your head back, tears drying on your cheeks, and turned to look at him.

‘You’re scarily good at acting like a cunt.’

A booming laugh burst from his lips. He opened his arms to you, smiling widely, and gestured with his head for you to lean into him.

‘C’mere.’

You scooched a bit closer and let him enclose you, falling onto your side to rest all your weight on him. You had no idea why, but every time you were close to Bucky like this you felt instantly soothed. It might’ve been the faint smell of coffee and faded cologne, the way your breathing instinctively synced up with his, or the way his muscular arms were able to hold you firm and still without making you feel trapped. You could’ve stayed there for hours.

‘Did my slap not even hurt a bit?’ You whispered into the crook of his neck.

He gave a slight chuckle and moved his hand up to stroke your hair.

‘We’ll work on it.’

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Part Six

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@zizzlekwum @calwitch @shower-me-with-roses @supernaturalwintersoldier @the-romanian-is-bae

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#bucky fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic

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gothamopossum · 4 years

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Fashion Rant: Alastor Edition

There are two characters that I find the most visually grating: Alastor and Vox (they can fight over who wins first place). But this rant is all about Alastor, as asked for by @ckret2

I love the characters, don’t get me wrong. But a rant is a rant. To preface this entire spiel, it’s worth noting that not all things that look good in real life look good in animation (and vice versa). Usually, though, the disparity between their visual appeal across both mediums isn’t that large. BUT THIS. It’s already hanging on by a thread in the cartoon. I cannot for the life of me imagine this ever existing in real life AND looking good.

I will try to break his outfit down and format it so that this is all easier to understand. Fair warning: in total, this is about 1400 words roasting our beloved demon.

Overall Issues

The Fit: Suits from the 1900s and the next several decades are looser and cut a boxier figure (I’m talking American fashion, specifically). I find fit just as, if not more indicative of time period compared to a lot of other key visual indicators (which can sometimes be shared by decades far apart)

The Color: I think we can all agree he’s too red. Too much red. I love the color red but damn. As elaborate suits were at the time, suits in that color family were closer to a duller red/maroon, with the brighter reds either being in the tie, pocket square, boutonniere, or other accessories. Borderline monochromatic suits also weren’t in vogue. More colors meant a more elaborate look, and a more elaborate look meant you were fashionable.

Too many fabric/color changes within the same garment (I’ll get into this in a later)

Lack of accessories: Although much of this is down to personal preference, the general vibe was that you had at least some bling on you.

I will say, however, that despite the excessive use of pinstripes in other characters, the one character they are bang on for is Alastor. Pinstripes were incredibly fashionable starting the 20s and I think tapered off somewhere in the 50s.

Specific Elements

The Collar & Coat

I’ll start with the collar. I’m treating this as a separate entity since I can’t surely say if it’s a part of the coat OR the shirt.

There are two options: Either his shirt has a bright red body that transitions into a dark red standing collar, or (this one is more likely) the coat closes up again at the neck, meaning there are two useless flaps of stiff fabric masquerading as lapels at chest height.

From the perspective of garment construction, lapels are meant to support and decorate the suit at the neck opening. The presence of ANOTHER method of jacket closure much higher up the neck make the lapels redundant and confusing, not to mention the fact that they’re in an entirely different fabric/color.

So to me, not only is this nothing but a glorified, decorated boob window (watch out, Angel Dust). But also a pointless one since we don’t even see his chest, but instead that thing, that shirt underneath.

The tattered ends of his coat seem to be a matter of choice since they don’t appear on any other character. So either the coat is incredibly old and it hasn’t been repaired due to possible sentimental value, or this is some thinly veiled nod to something we don’t know yet. The tattered bits, on top of the rest of his coat, are a lot.

The Cuffs

I thought at first that the bright red bits on the coat were the ends of the shirt, but then I found this reference image showing a smaller black cuff on his left hand and none on the right.

That means 3 things:

That the Ugly Shirt changes color AGAIN (from red to black) at the cuff (Why????)

That the jacket changes color and/or fabric at the cuff (WHY????????????. This makes me want to set them on fire. I can’t even find an example of a suit jacket changing color just at the cuff. That’s how bad it is. Even bad clothing designers in real life know NOT to do it. It makes your arm look shorter than it actually is); and

That the shirt cuff migrates to and fro, sometimes hiding under the jacket and sometimes showing, which is borderline a sin in menswear. Any tailor worth their salt keeps the cuff of the shirt showing regardless of the arm position of the person wearing the suit (conventionally by about ¼” past the jacket cuff at resting position, if my knowledge serves me correctly). Just imagine a guy in real life without the shirt cuff showing past the jacket – in some way he looks nakey.

So, a summary of the Hideous Coat: has two different closures (a standing collar AND separate lapels), a boob window, is made up of FOUR different fabrics (pinstripe body, plain red sleeves & collar, dark lapels, and bright cuffs), and a tattered hem.

A side note: Because I see people drawing men in suits with a lot of folds in it. A suit, since it’s conception, has always been meant to cut a dignified and elegant figure. Unless it’s made of light fabrics usually used in summer suits, like silk or linen, THAT MANY folds just means the suit is incredibly poorly made. (especially when you see the sleeve twist. That is the worst offender. Why waste gasoline when you can use that suit jacket to start the fire instead).

The Shirt

Several people have already mentioned this, but the shirt is UNtucked (I concur – unacceptable), has this cross emblazoned on the front, has said cross end in the middle of the shirt, and, as we have now established, changes color at the cuff. Now, differently colored shirt cuffs do work. But the only good examples that I know of are a more colorful shirt body (usually a pale pastel or another soft color), and white cuffs (sometimes with the matching white collar). Graphic elements in menswear like the cross also didn't really exist on garments until about the 50s/60s, but even then not on dress shirts, just sweaters and cardigans.

I saw someone mention the use of a dickey – which only works if Alastor has some sort of vest or waistcoat involved. But since we don’t see any indication of a vest, I’m just going to assume that the bits we see exposed are all parts of one shirt. *shudder*

All things considered, I think that the Ugly Shirt is definitely the lesser offender of Alastor’s Hot Mess Outfit compared to the Hideous Coat. I say lesser offender because if you tuck this shirt in and add a couple accessories, then immediately it’s already not the worst thing you’ve seen on this planet. That coat is a different story.

The Pants

His pants should be tapered at the ankle, not flared out. However, a loose pant leg of approximately the same circumference all the way down would also be acceptable.

On to the accessories

Monocle: its presence I don’t have as much of a problem with as I do its color. The metal bits I find are hard to see against the dark bits of his hair (not to mention that shinier metallics were more of a norm then compared to the duller finish we see on Al’s monocle). But also WHY would it be tinted?????? Hell already seems red as fuck. WHY do you need a red tinted monocle????

Bowtie: WHY is the knot a different color????????? Hand tied (hell, even pre-tied) bowties are made of ONE fabric all the way. Unless this is one of those artisan clip on bowties using feathers or other unconventional materials (but it doesn’t look like it).

Gloves: The closest thing I can think of for these gloves are modern driving gloves. Driving gloves have holes along the knuckles that either show skin or a different fabric. (However, driving/men’s gloves back then didn’t even look like that. Just short, solid leather gloves with seams on the back of the hand). I have no excuse for the tips. To me they look like those tips you have so you can use smartphones despite glove usage. But we all know Alastor would never.

Speaking of the gloves, there’s something going on between Al & Vox and Al & Sir Pentious. We all know Viv likes to repeat a certain theme across characters with connections, like hearts with Angel, Valentino, Cherri, and Husk. Alastor, Vox, and Sir Pentious all have the exact same glove design. We all knew they had beef, but this is just visual confirmation in the character design.

I almost forgot his hair: Sure, the undercut may have been popular at the time, but that was in tandem with slicked back hair. An undercut + that rag of a mane Alastor has going on is just so confusing to me. Again, WHY???????

His outfit confuses me to no end and whenever I draw his canonical outfit I have to actively shove away thoughts of “BUT WHAT IS THAT? WHAT IS THIS CONNECTED TO? WHY THIS COLOR?” otherwise I risk having an aneurysm.

#I tend to not be too judgmental because Creative Freedom #I will support anyone's desire to experiment creatively #but when asked for hard opinions regarding design I usually have at least some #also to that person who said we were just jealous about Alastor looking better than us #I'll have to say NO to that :))))))))#I'll vouch for literally almost every person on this platform #that chances are they DO look better than our beloved radio demon #hazbin hotel #alastor #please forgive my shitty drawings for the jacket mechanics bit #I mean I know most of you don't mind but I do

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theythemsam · 5 years

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spn 2x17, liveblog, collected posts (all 10 of them) or as i like to call it: Madison time!!! also werewolves, hell yeah! and pain, which isn’t as nice, but she’s got fangs babey, that’s so sexy!

Madison!!! She’s so beautiful!

#me @ all the women on this show: heart eyes#i mean... if they gave me a butch girl id love that even more#but im watching supernatural so i cant expect my lesbian needs served perfectly

sam’s excited sarcastic grin “after we kill it, we can go to disneyland”

#he definitely does not like hunting#i love that aspect of him#like he knows that they do a lot of good out there#but he doesnt find joy in his job and tbh? thats good i think

honestly, like even if there was a person i was interested in (in my case girl, in madison’s case Sam) and they told me they were fbi, here to make sure my stalker ex doesn’t come back and kill me… the last thing i’d do is take my clothes and fold my /underwear/ right in front of them

#like... who does that?#i have social anxiety and you will only see my underwear if we are a) best friends or b) getting nakey together#not just... hey weve talked two times here ill fold my underwear like right in front of you#theres better ways to flirt Madison! less weird/creepy ones also

sam getting super invested in soaps and wanting to figure out the show after just like one episode

#big mood#like thats me whenever family members of mine are watching some soap or drama tv series#the first 5 minutes im like: ugh boooring#but the last 5 minutes im like: WAIT WHAT? so she killed the gardener cause he was dating her daughter just cause he wanted the inheritance?#(i made that up but im sure it exists somewhere! soaps are WILD y'all)

i like how they present that getting out of abusive situations can be really hard, no matter how “smart” or “educated” you are

#its not perfect theres some victim blamey bs#but its handled with more care than i would have expected from 2006#generally theres a lot of talk about abuse in that show which i forgot considering it excuses so many other types of abuse#hmmmmmmmmm

but also honestly? if i was madison i would not allow some random stranger to sleep in my house

#like... i dont know you...#i mean the man aspect has something to do with it of course#but even if he wasnt a man i dont think id like that

uhhh yeah babey, i love the way werewolves are represented in that show

#with the gorgeous blue eyes and fangs...#im...a monsterfucker.....

also… if you wake up… without your pyjamas on… not remembering last night like at all??? the last thing you should do is ask “sam, where are you going?”

#cause if i wake up naked when i went to sleep dressed when i let a stranger sleep in my house#my first thought probably wouldnt be: huh thats interesting lets follow them to see whats up

Ah yes, sam’s first ever sex scene.

#can yall imagine that I watched this series with all of my family members at some point? That was… awkward…#its uh... idk how i feel about it? cause its not super porny or anything#but im still like... lesbian discomfort#the cuddle scene after is cute though#I Guess

Lmao remember when people are like “xdxdxd madison was the first time sam fucked a monster, ahaha guy’s got a type” when its like… one of the most heartbreaking scenes, cause (remember my rant from many episodes ago?) he already feels as if the people he allows himself to get close to get hurt and this time nothing he could do could save her and then he has to /kill/ her

#like i loooooove the parallelism we get with dean#who fears he might have to kill his brother for something that is not under his control#same as sam did with madison#so thats a good one right there#but Yikes

#spn 2x17 #collections #thats the episode where i reveal that im a filthy monther fucker #sam liveblogs

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