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sttngfashion · 4 years ago

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5.26 and 6.1 - Time’s Arrow

Oh my god. Y’all. It’s a new Fashion It So post. In the year of our Picard 2020. Yes.

For literal years, Charlie and I have been like UGH WE NEED TO DO TIME’S ARROW PARTS 1 AND 2 BUT IT’S JUST SUCH A MONSTER.

Well, I’m doing a complete rewatch of the series with my partner and we just got to these two, so IT IS TIME.

We open in a cave in San Francisco, where Data and Picard are checking something out:

Rent for the cave is $6,000 per month

Showing them around is this guy in a Science Outfit:

He’s ready to go night biking

We’ve seen this look before in both Silicon Avatar and Devil’s Due, and it’s functional, yet cute. Basically a windbreaker in jumpsuit form.

They find a couple of items in the cave, including a pocket watch from 1889 and also:

I left my head in San Francisco

IT’S DATA’S HEAD!!! And it’s been there for FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. What could have caused this? And why is Data’s head so absolutely terrifying?

Is that fondant

This head is, in a word, haunting. The 2020 of heads.

Data and Geordi chat in Ten-Forward about what the presence of Data’s head in the cave means. Data says it means he’s mortal; that someday he will die, and that’s comforting. Spoiler alert: that’s not what it means. But it’s a nice conversation.

Also, Guinan is here!!!

Merlot My God!!

Or maybe: Burgundy-lightful!! Or perhaps: De-Crimson-alize Sex Work!! Okay that last one was a stretch but I really think I missed my calling as a nail polish shade namer.

Anyway, she’s here in her classic look of a pizza-sized hat and a flowing gown/coat/top/robe. The collar here is a little too close to a mock turtleneck for my liking and honestly - this is a little staid for our friend Guinan. I want a TEXTURE or a SWEEP or some WIDE RIBBING or some PLEATS. Don’t worry, though...she will get plenty more later.

Then there’s some plot which frankly we DO NOT HAVE TIME to get into but let’s just say: the away team goes to a planet, there’s a temporal disturbance, and Data ends up here:

Huge mood

Where are we? Or should I say WHEN are we??

Well that old-timey font is a good clue...also the horse

Are we in the Old West land of an off-brand Disneyworld? Are we going to ride something called Large Lightning Mesa Train Tracks? What colorful characters will we meet here?

Winner of 1893’s Mustache Medal

This type of ‘stache is called a Fu Manchu, after the character Dr. Fu Manchu. It’s not...a great look? But it is memorable, which is sometimes enough. He’s also wearing a simple black cap, probably made of silk. He’s keeping it cazh.

So where are we?

SAN FRANCISCO, OPEN YOUR GOLDEN GATE / YOU’LL LET NOBODY WAIT / OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR

Yes, it’s San Francisco. And it’s *eyes popping out of head like a cartoon wolf seeing a busty babe* 1893!!!! That temporal disturbance was...disturbing.

So who else do we have hanging out?

Please check out our Vaudeville act, Knit Cap ‘n’ Bowly

These dudes understand those famous Bay Area MICROCLIMATES, amirite? We’ve got a Henley. We’ve got a buttondown. We’ve got a vest. We’ve got a coat. No matter which way the thermometer decides to go, THEY ARE READY. Also loving the pop of forest green on Knit Cap’s knit cap.

We also have a 49er:

No, it’s not Steve Young. I googled “famous 49ers” to complete this joke so if there is a more famous 49er please let me know

It’s a literal 49er. Since it’s 1893, this guy’s been hanging around in town for a while, and he’s also familiar with the layering techniques one must master if one is to conquer the Bay Area’s climate. He also has a kicky Colonel Sanders-type tie. He asks Data for money and gives him a few panhandling tips. He’s chill. We like him. But don’t get too attached if you know what I mean!!!!

Data decides he needs somewhere to stay, so he finds a hotel:

Brian.

Why is this so funny to me. Brian. Why would you name your hotel Brian. Brian!!!! I know it’s a last name but like...Brian. HOTEL BRIAN.

This bellhop’s name is not Brian:

Where’s your hat, bro

He’s giving us a classic bellhop look, complete with too many buttons. He gives Data the very important information that there’s a poker game happening in the back of the hotel, which means: Data is about to be RICH rich.

The poker game includes a few good looks:

Louie Anderson IS Wolverine IN a Lands’ End barn coat

Two plaids? Sir...I salute you

Colonel Sanders Goes to Carnaval

Data, of course, wipes the floor with them so hard that he wins their clothes:

Didn’t get that barn coat tho

Yes, that’s the actual vest and the actual hat of those guys from the previous scene. Oh, I love it. I love Data in a vest over his uniform and I love Data with a feather in his cap. Let’s call it macaroni.

Meanwhile, out on the street, the plot is happening:

Beige: inescapable

This is our first taste of the decadent 1890’s sleeves that appear in this episode, and these aren’t even the best sleeves!! These are an amuse-bouche of sleeves. An armuse-bouche, if you will.

Anyway, these two are aliens disguised as humans who are here to steal the 49er’s life energy.

Pew pew pew

I told you not to get attached!!!

Back on the Enterprise, Guinan is doing mixology:

She would never call it something as stupid as mixology though

She tells Picard that he needs to go check out the temporal disturbance, too, even though captains don’t normally go on away missions, and then she gives him this look:

It’s that serious

When Guinan looks at you like this, you do what she says.

Now this outfit is much better than the earlier one. We have some pleated sleeves, which I didn’t even think was a thing you could DO. We have some sort of functional(?) strap(??) across the front. We even have matching fingerless gloves which always make a look A LOOK. And if Picard wasn’t sure whether he needed to go on this away mission, she then gives him THIS look:

Okay now it’s REALLY serious

Back in 1893, Data is making something:

It’s actually just a really complicated and large music box that plays “I Left My Head in San Francisco”

He’s gotten his hands on some more period-appropriate clothing, including a bow tie and a vest. Since he’s not wearing arm garters and his sleeves appear to be the correct length for his arms, we can conclude that the shirt was custom-made, not ready-made, because Data is now a baller due to his poker earnings.

Then, Data sees this in the paper:

I know her!! From work!!!!

Yes, it’s Guinan. In 1893. In a hat!!!!

We cut to the literary reception, which is honestly not as well-attended as I thought it would be, considering it got a GIANT photo of Guinan on page THREE of the paper, but okay. And who should we spy there but:

You’ll love my secret blend of 11 herbs and spices

No, it’s not Colonel Sanders. (Sorry, I really have Colonel Sanders on the brain because of that Lifetime movie.) It’s Samuel Clements, AKA Mark Twain. I had an English teacher in high school who explained the origin of his pseudonym (it indicates a mark of two fathoms, aka twelve feet, on a steamboat) and for some reason she shouted MAAAARK TWAAAAAIN when she told us that story so now her delivery of that line is in my head until I die I guess.

Anyway, it’s Mark Twain.

He’s wearing his iconic white linen suit with a black bow tie, and he’s also wearing a lot of prosthetics, because the actor playing him (Jerry Hardin, AKA Deep Throat from The X-Files AKA Melora Hardin AKA Jan Levinson-Gould’s dad) (was that too many AKAs) (you get it, right?) didn’t look enough like Mark Twain, I guess? In conclusion: what if eyebrow wigs were a thing?

Twain is having a chit chat with “Madame Guinan,” who is wearing what can only be called a sumptuous gown:

It’s 11:30 and the gown is sumptin’ sumptin’

There are so many ELEMENTS to this look! First of all: the color. Royal purple. Fit for a queen. Appropriate.

Then: those sleeves! These sleeves are known as “leg of mutton sleeves” because they KIND OF look like a leg of mutton. Have you ever seen a leg of mutton? I haven’t. I’ve only seen these sleeves. Plus they have a stripe?? No, I don’t know why, but I LOVE IT.

The cuffs and the cravat bring this from “dress” to “lewk.” Top it all off with this hat and you have a true 1893 mood.

What bird is that feather even from

We get a few good extra looks in this scene as well:

Pink Lady is NOT wearing a corset

Look, sometimes you don’t have enough period-appropriate undergarments for all the background people and that’s fine. But I WILL notice.

Is that Loretta Lynn

I am loving all of this! That purple dress is fantastic, those stripes? I die. Military man has some fun flair on his shoulder, and there is a dude in a beautiful turban back there. Plus, another Black lady in addition to Guinan and That One Ensign Who Is On The Bridge Sometimes.

Data rolls in to the literary event in a different suit with a CRAVAT:

Craving a cravat

Data is like “we serve together on the same starship in the 24th century” and Guinan is like “huh” but then she’s like “okay” which...I’m not sure if I would believe that? But let’s just say it’s fine.

Over in the 24th century, the literal entire bridge crew is checking out the temporal disturbance and I DON’T LIKE THIS AT ALL:

Blue Man Group...on ACID

These beings are like ghosts but also like Dr. Manhattan but also like pure energy.

Then everyone goes through the temporal disturbance AND THE SEASON ENDS.

Fortunately for you, this post will continue...right now.

Okay, so we’re back in San Francisco in 1893. You can tell by the horses:

Also the fruit carts

Samuel Clemens is strolling around with a reporter, telling him that he has a great story for him that involves time travelers and, like, protecting the nation.

Here’s the thing about this episode’s version of Mark Twain: he’s kind of a dick. Was the real Mark Twain kind of a dick? I just feel like Mark Twain should be JAZZED about meeting time travelers and not acting like a fuckin’ time cop* and trying to put the Enterprise crew on blast.

Anyway I love his double-breasted vest.

See my vest

The reporter’s hat is technically period-accurate, but that style is SO associated with the 1930s-1950s that I would have gone with something else. He looks cute though.

Meanwhile, Data is wearing a three-piece suit:

My positronic olfactory synapses are interpreting something as...a fart

I hate brown, but this is fine.

Additionally, the beige baddies from before are back and this time, they’ve got a SNAKE CANE:

Love the snake cane, hate how they suck the life out of people

But we are not here for them, we are here to see our faves in period clothing. Our first look is at Riker, who is dressed as an actual cop, not a time cop like Mark Twain:

The past just had...so many buttons

I guess if you’re a time-traveling white man there are worse disguises than a cop. But WHERE DID HE GET THIS UNIFORM? I choose to believe that he found a cop with a similar large handsome body to his own and beat the shit out of him and stole his clothes. Now we can all enjoy imagining a cop being beat up.

The badge that Riker is wearing is a great historical detail; the SFPD started wearing them in 1886 and are reportedly the first law enforcement agency to have worn the seven-pointed star, which is now a common shape among sheriff’s departments across the United States.

But let’s move on to a better look: Dr. Beverly Crusher:

Curlz MT

Okay, now I have more questions. Beverly obviously wouldn’t beat someone up for their clothes, so where did SHE get HER outfit? And who did her hair? Did she do her OWN hair? Where did she get a curling iron? Does she know how to use a curling iron? Was it one of those ones that’s actually made of iron that you have to heat up in a fireplace?

We will get answers to zero (0) of these questions.

We actually get a much better look at her dress later, so let’s focus on that cloak!!! I love it and I also love her hat. Okay, I guess I had less to say about those than I thought.

Bev and Will, along with the rest of the officers, have somehow procured a room/apartment in some lady’s lodging house. It’s cute!

They gave it 5 stars on AirBnB

This also raises questions. How did they get this room? How many bedrooms does it have? Are they sharing one large bed? If so, who has to sleep crossways at the foot of the bed and why is it Geordi? We will get zero answers to these questions as well, so let’s move on to arguably the hottest costume in this two-parter:

I’ll be in Holodeck 4

Whewwwwwww. He’s giving us a rolled sleeve. He’s giving us a casual tweed vest. The pants? They’re perfect. And he KNOWS how that slouch is working. It’s working VERY well. But the Irish landlady? She’s having NONE OF IT.

Absolutely NO nonsense

She needs the rent, but Picard charms her and she leaves. So I guess that’s how they got the room. Her look is knitwear-forward:

Eileen Fisher does sound like an Irish name

She’s got a shawl AND a cardigan! The cozy factor is OFF THE CHARTS. She also has a brooch, because a touch of fancy is always welcome. I will say that her hair is a little more fashion-forward than I’d expect for a woman of her age and station. This is straight up 1890s hair, and she would probably still be rocking an 1860s look, which isn’t as sweepy and would likely involve more braids. Still, she looks lovely.

Geordi is also here looking dapper:

Make the collar as high as you can. I want to be sliced open by my own collar

You CAN go wrong with a three-piece suit, but it’s difficult to. He can’t wear his visor, so he has some kicky shades which we’ll get a better look at in a sec.

Back at the Hotel Brian (lol), the bellboy (who we learn in this scene is Jack London, inspired to be a writer by Mark Twain [citation needed]) lets Mark Twain into Data’s room and allows him to look around unsupervised. This is very bad hotel management.

Great Scott

Then Data and Guinan show back up, and Mark Twain hides in an armoire.

One short day in the emerald brocade

I think one reason I love Guinan’s looks so much, both in the 24th and the 19th century, is that our color palette is very similar. We’re both winters. Bold jewel tones are the vibe. This one is in a beautiful deep green fabric with what looks like a velvet flocking pattern on it. The collar is also velvet, and I love that sleeve with a flounce on top like there wasn’t already enough fucking fabric on the sleeve so they just added a random piece to be like “yes, bitch. I’m a sleeve.”

Naturally, the hat is also jaunty af:

San Francisco’s hottest milliner is: Madame Guinan

This hat has everything: feathers, netting, a brim, an angle that makes you think it’s going to fall off but it doesn’t. We stan.

Meanwhile, Picard is setting up a sensor in a hospital while wearing a hat:

I’m bowled over

We haven’t even asked where Picard got these clothes, but I would like to point out that he’s dressed as a lower-class guy, while Riker is a cop, and Geordi looks like a gentleman. Was there even a discussion they all had about how they would disguise themselves? Was Picard like “I just really want to wear a beat-up bowler hat” and since he’s the captain, they extrapolated from there? This episode is NOT CONCERNED about any of this. They all have clothes, end of story.

Bev even has TWO outfits!!

Hello nurse!!!!

I love this look. She still has her unlikely hairstyle happening, which means her nurse’s cap is sitting atop her voluminous hairstyle. (Not very practical, but realistic!) She’s sporting a simple striped dress and a button-on apron. (Look closely and you can see the two buttons holding the apron to the dress.) The fabric underneath might be cotton seersucker, but it’s likely a lightweight cotton or linen twill. You can see how closely her look matches these nurses from a similar time period:

Hello nurses!!!!

Deanna is also in this scene and this episode, but you wouldn’t know it from what she’s given to do. HUGE SHOCKER: TROI NOT GIVEN ENOUGH TO DO IN AN EPISODE. 🙃

She still looks beautiful:

Why aren’t capelets more popular

We never get a really GREAT look at her whole outfit, but I can tell you that it has a capelet, it’s in the red family, and the hat has a lot of business going on. For those reasons: approved. It has a flounce in the back too:

More fabric = more wealth

Sometimes I think about just how much fabric it took to make these old-timey dresses and I’m like...how did anyone get anything done?? It takes me like 4 weeks to finish a pair of leggings and those have like 5 seams and I own a serger. These historical bitches were sewing whole ass dresses in no time at all.

Okay, so Bev is in this hospital and here come some more energy-stealing aliens, disguised as healthcare professionals this time:

I cannot take a medical professional wearing a LIGHT BROWN TOP HAT seriously, sorry

Bev AND this energy-stealing alien have BOTH managed to get their hands on the SAME nurse’s uniform?? I guess in the case of the alien, she is a shape-shifter, so she got her clothes from...that. And her hair.

I hate this light brown top hat. If you’re going to wear a top hat, don’t DISRESPECT IT by making it BROWN, but if you’re going to make it brown, make it a good brown, like chocolate. Stupid energy-stealing aliens.

There’s a skirmish, the energy-stealing aliens disappear, and the real cops show up:

MOUSTACHE

Of course, the cops showing up is bad, because when has a cop showing up ever made a bad situation better? Never. Defund the police, but don’t defund handlebar mustaches. Those can stay.

Fortunately, Data has gotten a ping on that machine he was building before and shows up on a motherfucking HORSE:

Brent just wanted to show off

He’s back in his brown striped suit and red tie. Okay.

Everyone returns to the boarding house to suss out the situation, and we get a look at what Riker is rocking underneath his cop jacket:

Suspend me daddy

You can see very clearly here how the collar is not actually attached to the shirt. This was a thing people in the olden days did so they could wear their shirt for multiple days in a row and just switch out the collar and cuffs so they looked clean. As someone who is wearing the same sweatshirt for the third day in a row, I support this method. (If you’re interested on more info about collars, here is a very enjoyable article about them.)

We are also blessed with a better look at Deanna’s sleeves and bodice:

Black lace cuffs? Decadent!!!

You can also see Geordi’s shades, which suit him really nicely. One thing I’ve been enjoying on this rewatch is just how well LeVar Burton can act without having his eyes visible. He’s great. Let’s just all think about how great LeVar Burton is for a second

And also Bev’s dress:

I legitimately want this dress

I don’t think those buttons are functional. Can you imagine how annoying THAT would be? But I am absolutely in love with this dress. Two paisleys, Beverly???? A goddess. I’m also dying for that brooch with the chain. A+ look all around, great work.

Finally, FINALLY, Guinan meets the rest of the crew:

When you meet someone you won’t actually know for 500 years

She is wearing a hat that looks like a toilet paper cozy. Did your grandma have one of these? They’re so stupid and I love them so much.

Picard and Guinan meet for what is the first time for her, but not the first time for him, and honestly it is...sensual?????

If I got a m’lady from P. Stew I wouldn’t even mind

Patrick and Whoopi truly do some nice work in this ep. But we are here to yell about clothes, so: LOOK AT THIS DRESS ON AN EXTRA:

Gimme dat dress

I just want that dress to wear around my house. I legitimately bought an 18th century costume dress to do just that, so don’t think I won’t literally do this.

OKAY, WE ARE ALMOST TO THE END.

The crew, plus Guinan, go back to the cave where this all started:

Cave Club, the only club that meets in a cave

We get a nice look at the bodice of Guinan’s dress here and guess what: MORE BUTTONS. Buttons on the lapels, and also buttons on the front panel with the pointy top. I wonder if she has multiple front panels for that dress in different colors, like a Swatch watch.

Unbeknownst to them, Mark Twain followed them!! Then there’s a scuffle with the energy-stealing aliens during which a few things happen:

Data’s head flies off

Mark Twain gets sucked into the temporal disturbance

Guinan gets hurt

Picard stays behind to make sure Guinan is okay

So we end up with Mark Twain on the Enterprise, where he sees Worf, and he’s like:

Buh-WHAT

Worf is also confused:

This is...extremely perplexing

We have a few more looks back on the Enterprise, including Regular Guinan:

ShoulderSpreads™: The Bed Spread for Your Shoulders

I love love LOVE this outfit. The color is perfect, the shoulderspreads are perfect, the front draping is perfect. It looks like a velvet housedress from the 1960s except FANCY which is kind of my ideal aesthetic. And it’s red (my fave).

We get a quick glimpse at the barber uniform:

Bitch let me pass, idc if you wrote Huck Finn

This barber does. not. give. a. fuck!!!!

Geordi reattaches Data’s head, the one they already had, which means this whole thing was a ding dang closed loop. The reattachment also kind of diminishes the whole conversation they had earlier about how Data’s head in the cave meant that Data could die someday, because...he didn’t. He still might, but his head is back and he’s fine now.

Meanwhile, Picard is still back in 1893 and they have to go get him, but only one person can come back through the temporal disturbance, so Mark Twain is like “duh I’ll go get him.”

And finally Guinan and Picard can talk about how their friendship spans 500 years!!!!

Hey girl

Hey

YOU’RE WELCOME

*abolish the police

#SEASON 5 #SEASON 6 #TNG #TNG FASHION #STAR TREK #STAR TREK FASHION

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vanchlo · 4 years ago

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Magic Moment

Hello! I could NOT resist writing another blurb about boyfriend!harry for my lovely friend, @bfharry‘s BOYFRIENDATHON after I got this idea! I’ve always loved baseball myself and playing lots of catch at work recently inspired this, as well as falling in love with Queen ;) Enjoy some fluff about playing catch with boyfriend!harry at your childhood home c:

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: This Magic Moment by Ben E. King and The Drifters (click to listen and yes Sandlot *wink*)

“Follow your heart, kid, and you can never go wrong.”

- The Sandlot

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” you jest, giggling nervously. The screen door closes with a loud whap! behind the both of you.

“Ya, maybe it wasn’t fer you,” he sighs in a whisper, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His high-top white converses slap! down the wooden stairs quickly. “I think I need anotha beer afta that.”

“Follow me.”

A humid heat hits you in the face when you open the scarlet-colored door to the garage. The familiar smell welcomes you, and so do the sights of your father’s tools hanging up on the walls. The lawn mower still sits in the same spot, his pair of old glasses remain perched on the windowsill, and the tiny mini fridge in the corner awaits your call.

“Thanks,” he mumbles after taking a long pull from the refreshing beer. You opt for a Whiskey-Coke, instead, the carbonation sending shooting stars across your tongue. You watch him wipe away the bead of sweat running down his forehead, and then the subsequent smile that drills the dimples into his cheeks. “Bloody hell, if that isn’t tha cutest thing ‘ve eva seen.”

A questioning ‘what’ barely passes your lips once you spot the miniature lilac colored baseball glove on a shelf. Next, a laugh falls from your lips and he echoes it with his own adorable concoction.

“Hard t’ believe yer hand was eva that tiny, love.”

“I know, it’s funny that my dad kept it around.”

“I would if I were him, ‘s bloody adorable,” he notes, picking up the battered leather mitt with a content smile. “Ah, lookie here. Up fer a game o’ catch, love? Bet I could whoop yer ass.”

“Harry, you can’t beat somebody in catch!” you protest, the cool liquid gracing your lips, providing you a few seconds of relief from the summer heat.

“We’ll just see ‘bout that, now won’t we?” he teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows. A tan, leather baseball glove hits you square in the chest, landing in your arms while he slips on a darker twin of it. “C’mon, I wanna see how girly of a throw ya got.”

“Oh, shut up. You have no idea what’s coming for you. You’re dating a former softball player here.”

“Am I now? Ya don’t seem that intimidatin’ t’ me, miss,” Harry laughs softly, the billowy cotton of his red Hawaiian themed shirt catching the wind once your feet find the grass. “Dunno how anythin’ can be intimidatin’ afta meetin’ yer bleedin’ father, tho’. Bloody hell,” he remarks, shaking his head.

“It really wasn’t that bad, Harry,” you correct him, placing your tall can beside his dark glass bottle.

“It was. Didn’t know he’d be so fookin’ hard on me, askin’ all o’ those questions. He never even smiled at me once, babe,” he scoffs, sliding the glove onto his large hand and messing around with it until it’s comfortable enough.

“Yes, he did.”

“No, he didn’t. Or I didn’t see it. Dunno why he was so cold t’ me. Ya’ve always had such good things t’ say ‘bout growin’ up with him . . ,” he exhales, tossing the ancient brown and red baseball into the mitt. His short curls dance around atop his head as he crosses the large backyard, the very same one you played kickball in, where you hit home run balls into the woods, set cartwheel records in, and still have the pieces of wood set into the ground marking the bases.

“He’s quiet, Harry, that’s all. You just have to find something in common with him, and then you’ll hit it off. I promise you, he liked you.”

“Don’t believe ya there, he was givin' me tha evil eye tha whole time durin’ dinna, even tho’ I was fakin’ likin’ his burgers. They were dry as hell,” he grumbles, soon coming to a stop a good way across the grassy area. Messing with his light-washed denim shorts, he checks his phone before letting it fall back into one of its pockets. “Reckon ‘s cuz yer his li’l girl, loads mo’ protective o’ you cuzz’a that.”

“Keep going, I’m not a sissy.”

“Oh, so I should go long, ‘s that right? Dunno if ya can make it t’ me if I go back any farther,” he winks, the dimples set into his cheeks all the way from here, you notice.

“Would you hush? I pitched all throughout high school, I can make your hand hurt from catching it, if you keep running your mouth,” you argue.

“Oooooo, she’s gettin’ feisty now,” he chuckles, raising his voice to carry across the clipped green grass, tall trees framing the yard. He pats his taut fist into the palm of the glove, the baseball snug in his large hand. Why, of course it is, Mr. Huge Hands.

Seconds later, the ball soars through the air and banks to the left, but with a jump, you catch it just in time.

“What the hell was that?” you laugh, holding up your hands.

“Erm, ‘m warmin’ up? Y’know, gotta get the old righty back in ‘s place,” he insists, stretching his dominant arm this way and that, ever so dramatically.

“Whatever. You’re full of shit, Harry,” you call back, adding extra volume to your voice. His bottom lip escapes to between his teeth while his head goes from side to side. You surprise him with your throw and he misses it, pulling a loud laugh from your lips. “Not so confident, are we now?”

“Shuddup! Ya were a bloody softball player, ya got advantage ova me, ‘s not fair.”

“Don’t you start whining now! You’re the one who wanted to play catch with a five time-.”

“Ya ya, we get tha point, babe. Yer a bloody star when it comes t’ softball. I know, I know. Wish I coulda seen ya play, woulda been fun. Ya should join a summer league, they sound like a hoot,” he comments, locating the ball at last back in the woods and landing it in your glove.

“And I played with my brother all of the time, and he was M.V.P two years in a row on his high school baseball team.”

“Good fer him, maybe he should be out here playin’ with you, instead,” Harry says when your throw to him sails over his head. “God, can ya control that arm o’ yers fer once?”

“Sorry!” you laugh, knowing that he doesn’t believe it for a second.

“Sure ya are.”

The ball arrives in your mitt with a pleasing whap! and your hand settles over it. Brushing your fingers along the coarse stitches, the shocks of green grass stains on the leather welcome you back to your childhood, tossing around this very same ball with your older brother and father. The nostalgia brings your hand to your pocket, and your fingers soon tap the screen of your phone.

“C’mon, slow poke! What’re ya waitin’ fer? ‘Fraid ‘ll beat ya afta all?” Harry quips from across the yard, nearing you to retrieve his beer that he sips from. With a pleased ‘ahhhh,’ he sets it down on the gray cinder blocks of the nearby fire pit after walking back, placing enough space between him and it so he doesn’t run into it.

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, music soon pours from the large bluetooth speaker in between you against the garage.

“‘s this just fantasy? Caught inn’a landslide, no escape from realityyyyyy. Open yer eyes, look up t’ tha skies, and seeeeee,” Harry sings loudly, pumping his arms down at his sides and closing his eyes adamantly. “‘m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because ‘m easy come, easy go, li’l high, li’l low.”

“Any way the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to meeeeee,” you sing back, savoring the large smile painting his face as he catches your throw with ease.

“Toooo meeee,” he sings back. “Mamaaaaaa just killed a man, put a gun against his head. Pulled my trigger, now’s he dead. Mamaaaaa, life had just begunnnn. But now ‘ve gone and thrown it all awayyyyy,” he sings to the baby blue skies dotted with clouds, adamantly strumming an invisible guitar. He echoes your laugh that flies between the two of you, joining the robins and starlings flitting between the trees. “Knew I picked a good one, she’s got a good arm and a bloody good taste in music. Ya betta play Take On Me next, or all bets are off.”

“Oh, you know that I will. It feels like an eighties night, playing catch in the backyard during the summer. It’s just like when I was little,” you note aloud, jogging to the right to catch his next throw until it falls into your glove.

“‘Bout tha same fer me, just with footy, think this ‘s how ‘d like t’ spend my summers still . . I loved it so much, playin’ in tha backyard listenin’ t’ tha radio, and think my kids would too,” he says casually, sparking a blush in your cheeks at the mention of him as a father. Oh, what you would do to be able to see him playing catch with a little dark-haired boy or girl who calls him ‘Daddy.’

Fuck me, you think hastily.

Quickly, your shared favorite part of the song comes and he imitates the guitar shredding while you repeatedly toss the ball into your mitt, watching him.

“But eva since I watched Wayne’s World as a kid, I can’t avoid bangin’ my head when it gets t’ this part,” Harry chuckles, tossing a pop fly towards the overhang of tree branches. “I love tha trees here, ya know, ‘ve neva seen so many.”

“Me too, I love that part in the movie, and I love them too. It’s crazy to think how long they’ve been around to get this big. Some of them were as tall as I am now when I was little.”

“Huh,” he hums curiously, shooting into the air to grab a high one you tried to trick him with. Your eyes can’t help but wander to his dark fern tattoos that peek out when his shirt rises. “Ya think I should keep it still, or get rid o’ it?” Harry poses to you, puckering his lips at you with a mischievous grin.

“You almost remind me of Freddie Mercury with that ‘stache,” you say, the laugh growing from somewhere deep inside of you. He shrugs his shoulders and tosses a fast one back to you, hitting your glove square in the center with a heavy slap!

“Dunno why ya think that’s such a good joke, ‘s a damn compliment, if ya ask me.”

“Uh oh, are we getting a big head over there because you’ve caught my last three throws?” you joke, watching the ball soar high into the air amongst the green covering of the trees.

“Hey, be easy on me,” he pouts, his words disagreeing with his actions that send a hot fastball into your palm.

“Why? You’re never easy on me when we play Mario Kart or Cribbage.”

“Hey! You don’t have a bleedin’ nearly professional career in any o’ those!” he protests and then curses when your curveball nicks the tip of his glove.

“So, and neither do you, and you’re still aggressive as fuck when we play them! Huh, what’s your excuse, Harry?”

“Galileo!” he calls out.

“Galileo!” you echo, and the rest follow suit between the two of you as the song plays.

“‘m just a poor boyyyyy, nobody loves me,” he sings loudly, causing you to cough on your drink that you take a swig from.

“Keep telling yourself that,” you shoot back, setting down the wet can as he approaches you.

“But I am,” he whines, pushing out his bottom lip that you flick with your finger.

“Watch it!”

“Or what?” you counter, savoring the annoyed expression that soon fills his features. There’s just something about pushing his buttons that gets you going, even though you know that you shouldn’t do it.

“Or else I won’t bloody learn tha rest o’ Blackbird on guitar fer you,” he retorts playfully, taking a long pull from his bottle.

Now, it’s your turn to shout ‘hey!’ until he scoops you into his arms, your surprised shriek piercing the sky.

“You better finish learning it! But, I think that I like Freddie better.”

“How? Paul ‘s far betta. ‘ll always love Queen, and The Beatles don’t have anythin’ on Bohemian Rhapsody, but Paul ‘s tha betta musician. Trust me, I should know,” he disagrees, pecking your temple before pulling away and tossing the ball into your waiting glove.

“But, Freddie had a four octave range.”

“And? So does Paul,” Harry shrugs, raising his left arm in the air to snag your fastpitch that he almost loses. “Paul McCartney ‘s tha superior musician, just trust me on this.”

“Paul McCartney has nothing on Freddie Mercury,” a voice pipes up, turning the both of your heads to the right where you find your dad stepping out of the garage with a weathered black baseball glove snug upon his right hand.

You swear that you could hear Harry’s apprehensive gulp from all of the way over here, and when you look, you find his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“But Paul was betta on guitar, bass, and drums,” Harry argues, nervously tossing the ball into his glove repeatedly.

Your dad closes the door behind him softly, and steps out on the grass, adjusting his glasses. Surprise is absent from your range of emotions when your dad shrugs his shoulders, but you’re sure that it coats Harry’s insides in the next few moments.

“You’re right there, I like somebody who can stand up for their argument,” he comments, nodding a head towards Harry who out of the corner of your eye is smiling, just the slightest. “I think I might like this one,” he says to you, holding out his glove towards Harry, with his lips curling into his cheeks.

The smile on your boyfriend’s face almost matches that of your father’s, but he’s got nothing on the grin plastered across Harry’s face because of your next words.

“I think I do, too, Dad.”

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the-mighty-het-speaks · 4 years ago

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Shall we talk about the fact that Lars shaved his beard off tho??? Why??? And James keeping his hair so short??? What’s with this band and changing their looks the minute they look amazing

well beard lars is fleeting..... i’m patiently waiting for the day he shaves his head and keeps the beard permanently, that look when it DOES happen not IF, we will dub fisherman lars.

as for james,, the last time he cut his hair this short was obvs mid 2018 and well what did he proceed to do? not cut it for a year!!! so maybe he’s starting over and we’ll get to see all the awkward fluffy phases all over again (🥺)

kirk and rob however win the eternally handsome and fashionable award and will always be in my good graces. ALL HAIL STACHE ROB

#ask soph #welcome to my conscience anon!!!!!#i’m just glad they all looked so fuckin healthy. proud of them #so fucking proud

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gra-sonas · 3 years ago

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I think he should just ditch the beard and go full stache for s4

I know that barely anyone would agree with me (and you *high fives*) on that, but YES, I'm here for it! xD

(No one has to send me asks about how they disagree with a stache for Michael, we all know they won't let him keep it, so chill. xD).

This is, and will always be a PRO STACHE account tho! 😌

I mean... look at this glorious bastard! Yes, that's his real stache, and the funniest thing is, when he filmed Everybody Wants Some, he had to get his passport renewed, and he's sporting this very stache (and 70s hair) in the passport pic (for another couple of years). 😂

#nonnie asks

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rayearthdudette · 4 years ago

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Replaying LoZ:TP for the first time in years, maybe even a decade because it is in fact, That Fucking Old™. Genuinely forgot how much I love this game, so it's a delightful surprise to rediscover it XD That said, some hot takes and as I go commentary; Malo scares me. A child that small and that chubby cheeked should not be so fucking sassy and well spoken.

Does.. Does the Ordona shopkeeer's husband have a hitler-stache?!?! *zooms in first person* HOLY FUCK HE DOES!! I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAS HIS MOUTH IN A PERMANENT FROWN!!!! *screaming*

Ya know... The amount of force that Bublin just applied in clubbing Link in the head should've caved his skull in. But then there wouldn't be a game now would there?

MIDNAMIDNAMIDNAMIDNAMIDNAMIDNA!! Also wolfo Link is my jam.

I... I died.. I died? In.. In the beginner stage?? Shit, I'm more outta practice than I thought!

Huh.. Do my eyes decieve me.. Or is that a chest somewhere in the mists that I completely missed?? Eh.. Not gonna bother, monkey time.

I know the first boss is supposed to be easy... But COME ON!! Diababa gets taken down so ridiculously fast FFS!!

*SHRIEKING NOISES* EVERYFUCKINGTIME!! MR. MAILMAN DO YOU HAVE TO SCARE ME OUTTA MY PANTS?!?!

Hmmmm this Kakariko scene is sweet and all (Not you Barnes, whythefuck would you say that shit in front of /kids/ come the fuck on), but its made me realize how.. empty the place is. Like.. Shit. Did the twilight monsters just.. Kill everyone? Not counting the Gorons that come later on, and the Ordona kids, there are three (THREE!!) original people in that entire town... Suddenly Barnes' sheer terror makes sense (He still shouldn't have said what he did in front of younger ears, no matter how scared he was imho)

Goron. Nipples. Why? Design team.. Why? The Elders are kinda cool but Rock. Hard. Nipples. In ma face. Stahp. Go away. I can't stop staring 😫

*singing in frustration* I GET KNOCKED DOWN BUT I GET UP AGAIN YOU'RE NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!!

Wait.. Did I seriously already finish the first two temples?? Huh. Ok. Guess its Shiny Bug Collection Time. Because Agatha is Best Princess. Fite Me.

Oooooooooo final area of twilight! The biggest! The baddest! The most fucking annoying one! .... But at least I get to see Zoras soon. I love the design of the BotW Zoras don't get me wrong, but TP Zoras are just gorgeous, and and and Rutela is sooo pretty GAH!

Oh hey. Creepy as FUCK cutscene. I didn't miss you. Don't call me ever again.

Oh.. Oh joy.. I forgot about the "large open world" and "side quest for collectibles" bit. Not that I don't enjoy it, it just kinda overwhelmed me how much I've got to do.... Imma just wait until I can go wolfo at will 😅

MOTHERFUCKER THAT SCARED ME!! Forgot there was gonna be a portal at the upper zora river, was just doing my thing and suddenly BOOM! twilight monsters JFC my heart 😭

This escort mission was supposed to be hard, wasn't it?? I distinctly remember crying honest to gods tears over that damn wagon... I was also like.. thirteen back then tho.. Playing on a teeny tiny 10"x10" TV. Well at least there was considerably less tears this time. Same amount of cursing tho.

Aaaaaand that's what I got so far, just from my weekend of playing, will add more as I continue because my enthusiasm for this game is still through the roof XD

#the legend of zelda #twilight princess #personal #playing thru the game again #jelly plays shit

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tatecrime · 5 years ago

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Shaved my stupid head bc dysphoria is a dumb bitch

Check out my baby stache tho

Also I’m relapsing with my ED and I wish I could post about it but that’s why my blog got deleted last time

Just want to vent about it and hear from people who relate to me but I’ll probably keep it to myself, don’t want to risk losing this blog too

#personal #nonbinary #they/them #me #my face #lgbt #lgbtq #ed thoughts #ed recovery

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writeyouin · 5 years ago

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aaahh, thank you so much!! you're definitely cooler, tho òwó since the thighs of thunder comment has inspired me so, how bout a pre-game scenario in which best friends Jack, Will, and reader are hanging out at an ice cream shop or something and during their convo reader "casually" comments that Jack is hella fine, in so many words? maybe she drops the thighs of thunder comment verbatim, LMAO. their reactions are up to you. female preferred, neutral's fine too! (I hope this isn't too vague ;v;)

Jack Joyce X Reader – A Hypothesis

A/N – Ahh, my first fic in awhile, I hope you enjoy it Quantum Anon.

Warnings – Mild language.

Rating – T

The sun cast a warm glow over Riverport, reminding the small town that summer was coming and it was going to be a hot one. You, Will and Jack were seated on a small metal table under the awning of Gabrielle’s, Riverport’s favourite long-time Ice Cream Parlour. Sixties music played lazily from the building’s speakers, setting up the perfect atmosphere for friendly conversations. The general mood from the staff and families inside the building were generally happy since the Ice Cream parlour had recently been saved from bankruptcy by a new company, though you couldn’t remember the name of it; Monty Solutions, or something similar.

All in all, it should have been a marvellous day, and it would have been, if it wasn’t for the on-going tensions between the Joyce brothers. Unless things got better between Will and Jack quickly, you knew Jack would leave Riverport. That was why you’d suggested the outing in the first place; evidently it was a mistake to do so.

“Unbelievable, Will!” Jack exploded from your left, making you flinch. “Seriously, I cannot believe you.”

“As is the definition of unbelievable,” Will countered snarkily from your right.

“Asking me to give up my inheritance for you over some half-baked scheme is crazy. You won’t even tell me what it is!”

“How many times? It’s not a scheme, it’s a scientific endeavour.”

“Call it what you want. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re insane.”

“And you’re insufferable.”

Jack threw up his arms frustratedly, “Why are you even here? (Y/N), why is he here?”

Will rolled his eyes, “I could ask the same thing if it wasn’t so painfully obvious.”

Both men fell silent, turning their hard gazes to you, though Jack softened marginally. You gave an awkward half-smile, having hoped neither of the brothers would have commented on the fact you’d invited them out under false pretences. Both originally thought that it would only be you and them individually; you knew if you’d have told them the truth they wouldn’t have come.

“C’mon guys, it’s not that bad, is it?” You asked helplessly.

“Yes,” They answered simultaneously.

Will’s chair scraped against the sidewalk as he got up, “That’s it. I’m done.”

Irritated by the quick turn of events, you slammed your fist against the table, “Sit down this instant.”

Will eyed you carefully, lowering himself back into his seat. He doubted he would have done the same for anyone else, but he cared about you greatly, even if he didn’t often show it. When the Joyce brothers’ parents passed away and Jack assumed responsibility for Will, you and Paul were the only ones from Jack’s original friend group to stick around through the bad times. As such, Will had grown a sort of detached fondness for you, like you were another sibling there to settle the arguments between him and Jack when they hit a stalemate.

“I invited you both out so we could have a nice day, just like the old times. Remember when we used to come here after school and talk about whatever was bothering us? Jack, when it was your finals, Will helped you study algebra here, and Will, when those idiots in class started bullying you, Jack taught you how to throw a punch here. Now it’s your turn to sit down and stop arguing for one day for me, because this may very well be the last day we get together like this. Can you do that?”

Jack looked away sullenly, mumbling a rushed, “Yeah.”

You glanced at Will who nodded curtly, embarrassed at being reprimanded by you.

“Good. I’m going inside to order now and when I get back, I expect to find the two of you talking nicely.”

Once you’d left Jack spoke again, “Jeez, looks like we made mom mad.”

Will wrinkled his nose disgustedly, “Gross. Don’t tell me you see (Y/N) in a parental light. That is hardly appropriate.”

“What are you talking about? You’re always saying stuff like that.”

“Exactly.”

“What? Wait, you’ve lost me.”

Will sighed, hating that he had to explain the paths his mind took, as usual; he might not have been as agitated about it if he and Jack hadn’t been arguing only minutes before. All the same, he tried to explain his thought-process to Jack, “Okay, think of (Y/N)’s relationship with you like… like an egg.”

“An egg?” Jack echoed.

Will could see from Jack’s confused expression that it wasn’t the time for metaphors. “Okay, forget the egg. Long story short, (Y/N) has a crush on you, so you can’t ever make a parent joke again.”

Jack leaned back in his chair, chuckling to himself, any previous anger towards Will forgotten. “You think (Y/N) has a crush on me?”

“No. I know (Y/N) has a crush on you.”

“No offense Will, but you’re hardly good at reading people.”

“Once again, you’ve proved my point. I,” Will pointed to himself, “Can’t read social cues. It’s rare that I’m ever sure what people think or feel, so when I say I know-”

“-You know,” Jack finished thoughtfully. “Alright, I’m game. How do we prove your crazy hypothesis?”

Will looked through the parlour window to make sure you weren’t coming out any time soon. There were a few people in front of you, so he figured he had some time if he spoke as fast as his mind went. He leaned closer to Jack, “Okay. You’re basically a male chimp.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, “A chimp…”

“Yes, keep up. In the wild, male chimps show their interest in mates by displaying their genetalia-”

Jack pointed warningly at Will, “If you’re suggesting for even a second that I send a dick pick-”

Will slapped Jack over the head, “Don’t be disgusting. I was going to say if we translate that behaviour to a socially acceptable equivalent, all you need to do is show you’re a worthy partner through a feat of skill or strength that highlights your muscles. See that guy behind the counter about to serve (Y/N)?”

Rubbing his sore head, Jack turned to examine a gangly forty-something man with an unflattering porn-stache. “Yeah.”

“You have to assert your dominance by punching him.”

Jack stared at Will disbelievingly, “I’m not punching some random guy.”

“He’s not random. I picked him because he short-changed me the last time I was here.”

“Fine, then I’m not punching some guy because you don’t like him.”

“Well then what do you propose?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” Jack replied sarcastically, “how about I just ask (Y/N) how (s)he feels about me?”

“We’ll call that plan B.”

“I’m not punching-”

“Quiet, (Y/N)’s coming.”

You took your seat between the pair, “Ice cream will be here soon. Did you two find something nice to talk about while I was away?”

“Sort of,” Jack smiled playfully.

“’Kay, then hit me with it.”

“The guy behind the counter is a menace to society,” Will jumped in.

You nodded agreeably, “Tell me about it. He tried to short-change me. I should have decked him for it.”

“See,” Will said to Jack. “I told you my plan would have worked.”

“Plan?”

Jack was practically grinning from ear to ear, “Yeah, Will had a pretty fun hypothesis.”

“Do tell,” You said eagerly, awaiting yet another one of Will’s crazy theories that you had grown accustomed to over the years.

Will looked away awkwardly. You turned your attention to Jack, wondering exactly what you had accidently stumbled upon.

“(Y/N), do you have a crush on me?” Jack said, waiting eagerly for you to get flustered.

Instead, you answered coolly, “Sure I do. Who could resist those thunder-thighs you got?”

Just then, a server came out with a tray of ice-cream sundaes. Before she could pass them out, Will got up and grabbed his off the tray. “I don’t want to be here for this,” He said, heading for a table inside.

The server didn’t even bat an eyelid at the unusual scene. She placed a sundae in front of you and another in front of Jack who was laughing into the palm of his hand, practically convulsing, and without a word went back inside.

“THUNDER THIGHS!” Jack sputtered in hysterics.

You smiled. “I didn’t hear you deny it.”

Once his laughter had subsided somewhat, Jack looked at you quizzically. “Seriously, what does that even mean?”

You grabbed your spoon, tucking into your ice cream before gracing Jack with an answer. “Remember in high school when you decided to join the football team?”

“Yeah.”

“Back then I only went to those dumb games to watch you play.”

“And here was me thinking it was for the love of the sport,” Jack quipped.

“Alright, I get it, you knew that already. What you don’t know is that I led you to believe I was there to support you, but really I just went to watch you in those cute gym shorts. When you tackled, you looked great, or rather, your thighs did.”

“I think you’ll find all of me looks amazing; if you weren’t so focused on my thighs, you’d have noticed that by now.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me I inflated your ego further,” You groaned.

“While it was obviously indecent of you to stare so brazenly at me, especially without an escort, I find myself flattered that you think I’m the most beautiful creature you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”

“Careful or I’ll find someone else to stare at.”

“It’s far too late for that. At your age, it’s time to settle down with someone, before you’re put out to pasture. That’s why I’m going to make a one of a kind offer to you. If you go out with me tonight, I promise you won’t die alone… My thighs will be there too.”

You rested your hand over his, smiling the entire time, “Well, when you put it that way, I’d say you have yourself a date Mr Joyce… Should we call Will back now?”

Jack glanced through the shop window where Will was sat at the back, eyeing the two of you cautiously. “Give it a few more minutes. I think if we both stare at him for a while, the paranoia might break him.”

“What an interesting hypothesis.”

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shakealittle · 6 years ago

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Haven’t been on here for a while, wanted to check in Hope you’re doing well!! Any T updates? 💛

*it’s been 84 years* literally its taken me so long to reply to that am sorry!

Doing quite alright! T has been and still is a life changer!

long story short: had 3 top surgeries. 1st wast one side, 2nd was the other, 3rd was revision (they got rid off my dog ears). also had hysto. which all in all is great buuuuuuut. I HAVE GAIND SO MUCH WEIGHT OMMGGG Like, seriously... I was loosing weight pretty well. I wen’t from 98kg (holy fuck I know) to 75kg in about 8-10 months?? then it slowed down, but I got to 72. had hysto and booom! I can’t go below 78 mark for months now. it’s annoying. but yea. my beard’s filling up more! and it’s acutally curly when I leave it for too long. my stache is weak af tho. I have more hair on my back than on my belly and chest which is.....worrying. but chest hair is slooooowsly starting to show more and more.

I still hate doing my shots and am actually forgetting about them a lot. don’t remember when I did it on time lol

oh, just to mention, I’m like 2,5 years on T (HOLY FUCK WHAT???? I don’t keep track until i have to and wwwuuuuuuuut that’s awesome me!)

no bleeding, no misgendering, no wanting to go back. no regrets (just one, but it’s a long, money involved story)

so yeah. I may say I’m doing pretty good!

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tumblunni · 6 years ago

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Hey, do any other DFAB people have experience witj getting hair growing on your neck, or any idea what cpuld cause that? Like is it a symptom of some condition or something?

Its so frustrating cos i'm trying to grow out a stache to make myself look less femme, but no matter what i do im always stuck in that sort of "too light so everyone knows youre a woman but too dark so you dont pass as a cis woman" thing. Like all this thing's gonna do is make it obvious to everyone that i'm 'not real' and the only sort of androgeny im gonna get is people being transphobes cos they think i'm a DMAB trans woman or a DFAB trans man instead of a nonbinary person. Cant even pass for cis man!

YET THE DAMN NECK HAIR GROWS FULL BEARDY

Its so frustrating! My actual facial hair cant grow yet i have this thumbnail sized spot on the righthand side of my neck which keeps growing far darker hair at a far faster rate for NO REASON. Like seriously its just like.. Five hairs. Five hairs in the most random spot. 99% of my shaving is just on these bastards, thet grow back so fast?? Its so noticeable despite how small the spot is,cos they get really long and thick like goddamn eyelashes or something. And its straight up on my NECK and not even remotely in the vicinity of the chin, its like around my esophagus area. Just this one fingernail sized spot on only the right side. Constant hair for no reason! More hair than where i actually want hair!

So yeah srsly does anyone know if this is a sign of some deadly disease or something? Or if there's any way i could get rid of it cos man it sucks. The skin's all soft around there so it itches loads when i shave it, its such a bitch.

Like the only time ive ever heard of having small spots of hair growth in abnormal parts of your face is on like..stereotypical witches and stuff. I did used to also get warts on my thumbs when i was a kid but that stopped happening around puberty for some reason. Shrug! But i know a lot of witch stereotypes were rooted in predjudice, like antisemetic racism for the nose and homophobia for the general 'oh this woman doesnt have a man she must be evil' thing, and then demonizing pagan religions as evil witchcraft. So maybe the thing about hairy nose warts was making fun of whatever this condition is? Its just so embarassing that ive never really talked about it with anyone before so i dont know if it even is a condition, really...

Oh and umm also is it normal to have hair on your stomach? Like its not the same as this spot on my neck, its not heavy beardy hair but just like downy pale arm hair. Is that just a normal thing that nobody really talks about, or could that be something wrong with me too? I've just never seen any sex education for DFAB people mention gaining hair there at puberty,but then again it doesnt mention arm hair either and thats still a thing that both genders get. It just sucks that cos of being trans and not having anyone who supported me during that time of my life i was always too scared to ask these questions to a doctor.

Tho i mean if it does turn out i have a condition or something, i hope its just a harmless hormone condition and not like.. Cancer or something. Can hair spots foreshadow a tumor?? Man i always get mega paranoid about anything medical!

#i dunno should i have tagged this as something?#is it too gross to talk about?#its too gross for me to confess it to my doctor but its like..#easier online with strangers cos its more likely that one in a billion people might be able to know the answer #plus youre the kind of strangers that i dont have to make eye contact with #lol

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lg-blackdahlia · 6 years ago

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Drunkie Ghostie... still yet

I am really glad Gaga and her team are retaking the old concepts they had for ARTPOP/Original-LG5.

I don’t know if you remember when I used to tell you about Hatsune Miku inspiration back in 2014 (by now the image), the space trip, the struggle with fame and how she didn’t know what to handle it (most of it by DM).

Also, I know few twitter accounts follow me (hello 666 and other “insiders”!) And I know they are taking old information from me, such as the AHS inspiration and Elizabeth. It won’t happen anytime soon, lovies.

Yes, in old times she was supposed to release an album, kinda TFM, in thos tracks there was gonna be the second part of songs like Alejandro (Something of an End) (in fact... she signed in a little monster’s arm a part of its lyrics*, I’m sorry I don’t remember his name, but he passed away this last year... RIP), Bad Romance (Poison) and other ones**. It was supposed to be an EP, like TFM, it was the counterpart pf ARTPOP, yeah... it was planed for 2015-2016... such a great vampire inspiration!

....

I’ll try to keep you updated with LG6. Since I lost the whole information I had. I’ll try to remember it.

Joanne World Tour DVD was in works, but it was delayed till it got cancelled.

Enigma recidence will add songs, and those songs are from LG6, I told you so back in time.

LG6 is planned to be released in THIS SUMMER! But you know how it works with Gaga... always changing plans ‘Cause she is (like me), a perfectionist.

*: Right now i fee the love for G, and the passion he had. I would love to say to him: YOU’RE A IMPORTANT PERSON IN THIS GAGA WORLD, thank you, than you, thank you! You will always be remembered! I’m in tears writing this post.

Little monsters, the whole Haüs is working for you. The Oscar performance, nomination, and I hope award, is for you, for us.

I’ll be pouring champagne now. I’m dizzy, hungry and I’ll ask for a STACHE (can you feed my love?). (Princess High Die is a demonfor other song, kinda Scheiße Mugler Remix).

**: you can look for the whole playlist in older posts.

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stanielmolloy · 3 years ago

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i am really debating whether i wanna be sallyface or harley quinn this halloween i think i should go with harley based on how long i estimate my hair will be but idk sallyface is so near to my heart as well… not doing red black split like last year tho that’s was a nightmare… just gonna have my hair long af and then have the ends be red and black like arkhamverse harley or the suicide squad harley… mine is gonna be the cutest even though that’s a popular costume bc i understand harley the best tho… no one else gets her like i do… so anyways after im sick of the look i can just cut off the colored ends :) i’m trying to time my hair looks out based on a completely fictional based on nothing timeline i made of when i will start testosterone (i am convinced it’ll be when i’m 21 idk im crazy :P) so basically i’ve been wanting to have a buzzcut but there is no way i’m doing that before im like solidly on T and like have a puberty ‘stache going and then once im even more on T i’ll leave my hair alone keep it natural and grow it like dave grohl long… i’m fine fucking with my hair as long as it’s not doing permanent damage, damage to hair isn’t permanent because hair isn’t permanent but damage to follicles is like what concerns me… yeah but i definitelyyyyy want to do a blue shag mullet at some point i had one last year but it wasn’t shaggy enough :/ i think it will be in a few months :))

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kamisama-kyaa · 7 years ago

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ow guys and girls (not all) in a long distance relationship with their s/o

cause I’m in one, ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ hanyooooo

Genji Genji is quite lonely without you. Sure, he has Zenyatta at his side, but his mind always ends up thinking about you while he meditates. You two video chat as often as possible, while writing letters in between. You always thought it was cute, Genji used to write letters to Angela when she was away, so he wanted to do it with you as well. (In a way more romantic side tho) While you two video chat, he doesn’t hold back at all, he winks and blows kisses towards the screen like it’s going to land on your cheek. It seems like he’s his flirty teenage self again, but only towards you.

Angela It’s been tough for her, with you being away and having to care for others. She gets to visit you once a month, but that’s okay. It fuels her to keep going. Late at night while you’re in bed and she’s working on paperwork and working in her lab she calls you and you two could talk on the phone for hoursssss. Like Angela has a lot to talk about, it’s great for the two of you. You get to hear her angelic voice, and she gets to ramble on about her experiences.

Hanzo He tries to seem like he’s not lonely without you, but he feels a hole in his heart. He knows you’re only gone for a while, but man, this dude has it hard. This feeling of wanting you is burdening him, it makes his heart drop and pull at the strings constantly. When he recived a letter from you he was thrilled to read it. He stached it somewhere in his room, keeping it like a prized posession. You had offered to start calling on the phone more often and he agreed. It’s been going well so far, with him getting to hear your voice and you getting to hear his.

McCree He’s super duper lonely without you, but he’ll always fine a way to make you send him pictures of your pretty face. He’d send you pictures of him too! “It’s our 274th day anniversary…gimmie a picture of you, honey.” You’d laugh and send one just to make your huckleberry feel better. He’d be soooo happy seeing you. He’s the kind of dude to send good night and good morning texts…and spur of the moment nudes.

Soldier 76 This old fart doesn’t know how to work a phone, so he doesn’t video chat with you a lot unless he’s at the base on a computer. You go for the old sending letters, which feels kinda romantic in a way, lovers across the globe sending heartfilled letters to keep in touch with one another. He misses you a lot more than he lets on, but he busies himself with training and new recruits.

Lucio With him on tour, it’s rough. Not being able to see your dork has made you a little lonely. You guys try to video chat as much as possible when he’s traveling to different cities. He’s the type to butter up his lover and make them feel like they’re together again. “I play a lot of music, but you’re my favorite song.” (Pretty sure it’s a DvaXLucio thing butttt)

Dva You watch her streams occasionally, and it feels like she’s talking directly to you. It’s kinda funny to think out of thousands of people, Hana is talking to just you. She knows you watches her streams, and occasionally shouts you out anding a winky face ;)

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mottski · 7 years ago

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t update, 1.5 months!

the long ramble will be under a readmore but the gist:

-i’m growin a lil creeper stache and i’m not sure what to do with it yet. all the rest of my face hairs are still too transparent to notice but the wee creeper stache is comin in dark enough that my brain keeps going “THERE’S SOMETHING ON YOUR FACE” every time i glance in the mirror

-my voice is so deep yall i think it might wind up deeper than my cis coworkers

-HAIR! MUCH HAIR. it wasn’t super noticeable until recently and then i was changing and was like “oh hey stomach hair, nice.”

-since i’ve moved to my leg, the shots have been so much easier. idk why my stomach was a Real Bad Zone but i’ve had like 0 issues and even on the times i don’t ice the spot enough and it stings a bit, my brain doesn’t flip shit.

-on the down side, it itches on my leg more and i wind up with shot location bruises a lot. worth it tho

-getting a blood test tomorro to check my T levels (and also to check if my thyroid is, you know, as failing as it looked on my last blood test. so that’s...fun...)

-i’m being read consistently as male now by strangers, probs cause of the voice first and creeper stache second

-i’ve absolutely gained hella muscle thanks to my job. who knew lifting car batteries on T would give u thicc arms and shoulders. shocking.

-my doctor was impressed at how much muscle i’ve gained :D

-racist coworker, i think, has some internalized transphobia issues as well (to no one’s surprise). he correctly genders me when no one is around, but the second there’s another person in the room he gives off this vibe of being extremely uncomfortable with identifying me as being the same gender he is. i don’t think it’s even a conscious thing, honestly. what sucks tho is that it immediately outs me. i have a tiny stache and my voice is super deep. i’m read as male. i sound male. if he calls me ‘she’ there’s no goddamn way around it for the poor awkward customer now stuck in a situation of realizing 1: this employee is definitely a guy, 2: why is that coworker calling him she, 3: oh right trans people exist, 4: THIS IS AWKWARD DO I CORRECT HIM OR WHAT

-related, i had a grandma age lady FIRMLY CORRECT that coworker by HEAVILY EMPHASIZING her use of ‘he’ towards me

-on the down side, coworker had misgendered me earlier that day and the customer went ABOVE AND BEYOND to emphasize ‘she’ in his sentences despite me having, yknow. creeper stache. low voice. visibly uncomfortable.

-if he keeps doing it, i’ll talk to my manager cause that’s shitty af and legitimately unsafe for me if he outs me to the wrong person

-straight up tho T is making me gayer than i thought. like i’ve always been some weird mix of a- and bi- romantic but wew lads. also heh “straight up” nothing about me is straight. nothing.

and now, a ramble

so like, here’s the deal. i joined tumblr in early 2013 and the Hot Discourse of the Day was trans men. specifically people (transphobes and terfs, but i didn’t know that then) saying that trans men were either women who wanted a taste of male privilege or were shitty nasty traitors to women. i saw blogs be attacked for disagreeing. i saw people being called misogynistic women haters for disagreeing. it was some real shit. then after that, although it’s now starting to fade, was the years of “men are literally horrible evil monsters” Discourse.

i’ve...always been very, very prone to absorbing (shitty) peer opinions and caving to them. i’m working on it. it’s a process. it’s kinda one of those need to fit in things where i just...agree with and absorb the views i’m seeing so that i can be one of the Cool Kids. not that it ever works but that’s what my brain tries to do.

...so when i first realized i was trans, i stuck with words like agender, nonbinary. then transmasculine. anything to like...avoid having to be the shitty nasty traitor monster. to this very second actually claiming that i might maybe be a trans man makes my brain go “BUT THAT’S A BAD THING YOU CAN’T.” to this very second.

i’m out at work as a trans man, i’m comfortable IRL being read as a man, but that’s not tumblr, is it. i’ll always be Vaguely Nonbinary but in my gut, i know i’m a trans man. i know it. i still haven’t fully 100% owned that yet though because tumblr’s attitude towards trans men has forced me deeper and deeper into the closet over the course of, what is it now, 5 years? that bullshit on this site is incredibly toxic. i’ve realized that now, in the past six months, which is good.

...undoing five years of absorbing that toxic attitude, though, is gonna be a real long haul.

so, anyway, i think i’ve now identified as everything but the I in the LGBT+ acronym and tumblr is fucking stupid

#personal #trans tales #long post #ok to interact etc etc #fair warning: the ramble is a rant

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