#James has a smiley face on his ankle

[againaweasel]

I actually really dislike the notion that Sirius tattoos are “prison tattoos” that he got in prison.

Who the fuck was tattooing him? The dementors?

He doesn’t get yard time, he’s not forming a prison gang with Barty Crouch JR’s mum and his extended family. Bellatrix wasn’t running the best tattoo parlour in the North Sea out of the girls bathrooms. Azkaban is solitary confinement. 12 years of solitary confinement whilst his happy thoughts are leeched out of him. Not prime tattoo getting time.

Even if you wanna say he did them himself, bastard didn’t even have access to the newspaper where is he getting enough ink for all those?

If Sirius has tattoos he got them all before Halloween 1981 and that’s very iconic of him.

[sympathyforher]

matching tattoos with the evans headcanons part 1 <3

includes: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, rory monohan, kai anderson, malcom gallant, austin sommers x gn!reader

warnings: mention of a tattoo above the groin, needles (duh), light swearing, no actual smut but some implied sexual situations with james and gallant, mention of a hard-on

almost all of the tattoo placements can be changed to your liking! the only ones that i have a specific placement for are gallants and kais. i also give some suggestions to placements i think would be cute :^) these are all in black and white, so added color can be up to your imagination.

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tate langdon

i feel like this one speaks for itself tbh

lil ghosties because you guys are lil ghosties <3

even if you aren't a ghost, these are still so cute because tate is and you'd probably be the one to pick them out and he would think they're so perfect

he would obviously have the one holding the flower

he doesn't mind getting the tattoo at all, kinda really likes it

you both hold each others hands while you get it done, even though tate doesn't really needs to, he still does it to make you feel better

and just because he wants to hold your hand

he loves tracing his fingers on yours when he holds you or you guys are cuddling in bed together

also idk why but i've always imagined tate liking to tie your shoelaces for you (probably because he loves taking care of his partner) and if you guys got it on your ankle he'd always press a little smooch to it before getting up from tying them :,)

placement ideas: ankle, upper thigh, forearm

kit walker

tattoos of "i love you" in each others handwriting :,)

kit would be very reluctant to get any tattoos (not because he's afraid of needles but he just isn't a tattoo kind of guy ya know) so if he got one it would have to be very special and meaningful

and he's a total romantic so having a lovey dovey tattoo with you is a must

you two pretty much never feel unsure about your love for one another, but, you both have your moments; whether kit has been working doubles at his job lately or you got in a little argument

your tattoos help as little reminders of just how much you love each other <3

kit would get thomas and julia's birthdays tattooed on him like immediately after getting his tattoo with you

julia and thomas also love writing 'i love you' right next to both of your tattoos so you have their handwriting too :,)

the first time they did it kit cried

placement ideas: wrist, inner finger, inner arm (just somewhere where u guys can always see it)

kyle spencer

lil smiley faces !!!!! :)

frat!kyle hates tattoos and franken!kyle hates needles so either way, you would have to really persuade him to even think about getting a tattoo

but of course he gives in cause he loves you

but it would have to be something really small and somewhere that isn't super noticeable

i feel like a relationship with kyle would be filled with so many smiles and laughter and happiness so getting a little smiley face was just perfect for you guys

every time he looks down at it the biggest grin will spread on his face and he thinks about how happy you make him and how much he loves you

franken!kyle would notice it once in awhile and excitedly get you and put your tattoos next to each other and look at them and then look at you and just be like

:)

placement ideas: inner finger, on the back of the hand (kinda imagining it where evans thumbs up tattoo is)

jimmy darling

i don't think jimmy is a huge tattoo person, he definitely has a fear of needles but would never admit it to anyone

he's a romantic like kit and madly in love with you so it would have to be a really endearing and thoughtful tattoo

jimmy knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you so the commitment of a tattoo isn't a problem

this is also the reason you guys chose "always" <3

will definitely act like a big macho man until he's in the tattoo chair grabbing onto your hand for dear life and squeezing his eyes shut asking "is it almost done?" every 5 seconds

once its done, he shakily gets up to go look at it next to you in the mirror

his eyes immediately lit up and those big beautiful dimples popped out when a cheeky grin spread across his face

"its perfect doll." he said sweetly, and then pulled you in for a long, passionate kiss that you absolutely melted into, while also trying not to focus on how ridiculously sweaty he was

placement ideas: inner arm, wrist, inner bicep, tricep

james patrick march

this one is also very self explanatory lol

he always calls you his queen/princess/prince especially in the bedroom

james is definitely the dominant one in the relationship and absolutely adores it when you call him your king

especially since you guys are basically the rulers of the hotel cortez, these nicknames are very fitting

fucking loves the feeling of getting tattooed, kinky bastard

a soft hiss would escape his lips when the needle hit certain spots, but the little moments of pain quickly turned to pleasure, and he'd shoot a flirty smirk at you

looking at the tattoos together afterwards was a loving moment for you both, but the whole experience turned him on so much, he honestly just wanted to get you in bed as soon as possible

a very memorable day and a very memorable night

placement ideas: ankle, corner of your wrist, behind the ear, back of the neck, finger

rory monohan

this man would never get a serious/romantic tattoo for the life of him

really doesn't wanna get a tattoo, not because he is afraid of needles or anything, he just isn't a big tattoo person

the only way he agrees to get a tattoo with you is if he can pick the designs out

AND you cant see what it is until its done

which annoys you a little at first, but you finally agree because you trust him; he wouldn't get anything that bad

when you guys stepped up to the mirror together after to see them, he literally has a giggle attack like a 5 year old

"oh my god rory"

"i have a bee! and you have honey! cause you're my hunny!!!!!! get it babe???"

his dorky and child-like explanation made you erupt into laughter with him and fall into his chest as he gave you a big bear hug

a couple hours later you guys were both absolutely in love with it, constantly looking at them and smiling like kids for weeks after

placement ideas: ankle, forearm, inner arm

kai anderson

this ones long lol sorry not sorry

it would actually be kai's suggestion (really more of an order tbh) to get the matching tattoos

you guys had an argument about your relationship and how you hadn't been feeling loved in the way you needed

he really does love you, and it really pissed him off to think you didn't have enough trust in him to believe that he did

so it turned into a big fight because he's a dick and can't own up to his mistakes or express his feelings/affection for you

although he would never admit it, the argument really got to him, and he was up all night thinking about it

the next day, he tells you that you guys are getting tattoos but refuses to tell you what they are

fighting with him is so exhausting, and you didn't want to get into another one after last night so you reluctantly complied

the car ride was silent, your stomach was doing somersaults and you were a nervous wreck, biting your nails thinking of all the insane things he could permanently put on your body

when the tattoo artist told you to give him your pinky, you thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest from how fast it was beating

kai ordered you to look away while he was getting his and while you were getting your own - you tried to figure out what it was by following the line the tattoo artist was making but it was too painful to tell

after you both were finished, he still didn't let you look until you got home - the car ride was hell, you even thought you were going to puke a few times

when you got home, you both sat on his couch in the basement, facing each other. he slowly and gently unwrapped yours and then did the same to his, revealing the two small matching hearts

you were filled with a mix of conflicting emotions. you were so relieved that he didn't put something derogatory or ugly on you, but you were also shocked from the small display of affection this tattoo signified - something that you rarely got with kai

he took your pinky and hooked it with his, and with a serious demeanor, yet soft eyes, simply said, "i love you y/n. don't ever doubt that again."

malcolm gallant

gallant is a passionate and kinky lover - i think we all know this

the tattoo you guys get would have to be sexy and show how you two belong to each other

it was his suggestion to get the tattoo AND he needed to choose what it was going to be because gallant is a picky diva and if it doesn't fit his taste to a tee, he would absolutely not get it

so, in his possessive nature, he decided he wanted you guys to get each others initials rightttt above your hip, more towards your groin area

he wanted it to be sexy and delicate so he spent hours going through different cursive designs until he found the perfect one

((the star in the picture could also be switched out for a heart))

getting them together was really fun, and he of course fucking loved it, especially with it being in such a sensitive area

whenever you're intimate, seeing his initial in that spot, forever permanent on your body, gets him achingly hard

he loves to pull your underwear down with his teeth to slowly reveal that little, beautiful 'G', driving you both nuts. he will always place his first soft, wet kiss on it, continuing to kiss all the way down to where you need him most

austin sommers

this one is ALSO long

i think austin would be someone that really likes tattoos, and especially finds them attractive on others

when you suggested the idea of getting matching tattoos he was soooo excited

he wanted to pick the design himself, because like gallant, he is a diva and if it isn't perfect in his eyes, he wont get it

you totally trusted him to pick out the tattoo though, he is an artistic prodigy after all

he actually took the time to go and meet with a tattoo artist to go over his ideas and create the tattoo with them to surprise you

he wanted to get something really aesthetically pleasing, but also something that would be meaningful to you both

when you first met, you drank wine, but you definitely weren't into it as much as he was. he always described the flavors of his first sip so eloquently, which honestly made you giggle a little bit because of how passionate he was about what you believed to be fancy grape juice

he was determined to get you into his wine world though, so on one of your first dates he set up a private wine tasting in his house for you, including all his favorites (the fanciest and most expensive ones of course)

you always joke about how he must have put some type of drug in those glasses because since that date, you have been almost as obsessed with wine as austin is

and now that you two were moved in together at his place, cozying up with him and drinking a glass of wine by his fireplace was part of your nightly routine

he chose the moon for his, and the sun for yours, because you are the light to his darkness as he always says

when you saw the design he had made you almost burst into tears with how beautiful and thoughtful it was

getting it tattooed together was such a loving experience, even if austin had to excuse himself multiple times when you started to bleed

placement ideas: outer calf/ankle, forearm, tricep

[guysunderwearstories]

Story #13

Walt was about to drift off to sleep in his childhood bedroom when he saw he was getting a FaceTime request from his housemate at college, James. He looked at the clock; it was already almost midnight and he had to wake up at 7 tomorrow to participate in his family’s post-holiday winter hike tradition. But fearing it was important, he decided to pick up the call anyway.

“Yooooo! Dude, where’s your shirt? You didn’t think it was another type of FaceTime, did you man?” It was clear James was drunk. The rest of the house had gone back to school early to party without the threat of homework, but Walt, cherishing food that wasn’t takeout, decided to skip the festivities to stay home a little longer.

“I’m trying to go to sleep, man, what do you want?” Walt could tell that James was drunk. Already jostled awake by the loud music playing in the background, he got up from bed to take a swig from the water bottle on his dresser.

“I was just wondering, could I take from some of that beer you left here?” Walt wasn’t sure why he needed more; the beer in James’ hand was full enough to splatter onto his navy tank top everytime he gestured his arm emphatically.

“Yea dude, take it.” Walt started to walk back to his bed, but dropped his phone on the floor. Now James not only got to see the fact that he was shirtless, but see his complete sleeping attire: a pair of baggy green boxers covered in candy canes. He had received them in his stocking at Christmas.

“Yoooo guys, Walt’s got boxers on!” James slurred to the rest of the house. Walt had made the switch to briefs this year. Although he tried to appear nonchalant about all the teasing that came with his tighter underwear, even walking around the house wearing nothing but, in reality he was mortified of how exposed he felt in them. He had hoped “owning” his choice would discourage teasing and public pantsings (a strategy that has only partially worked), but he chose not to extend that strategy to his home of three brothers. He had only brought home the ratty boxers he had owned since high school to avoid bullying by his brothers.

“Yea, unlike what you got on!” Walt heard his other housemate Aaron’s voice say. Though James’s pants were not visible, it was obvious that Aaron had pantsed him. Walt shook his head and hung up the phone. Time to go to sleep.

But James could not go to sleep. Having worn briefs for a few months now, he couldn’t sleep without the support. He got up from his bed to check his dresser. He hadn’t brought home any briefs out of fear for the teasing, and merely had old ratty boxers. But there, in the back of his drawer was something he thought he got rid of a long time ago.

Walt wore briefs all through his school and the summer leading up to college, a fact that his older brothers teased him mercilessly about. They warned him to give them up for some boxers, but Walt resisted, thinking no one in college would be juvenile enough to tease him about underwear (oh, the irony!). To get him to give them up, they threw out all of his Fruit of the Loom tighty whities and replaced them with embarrassing briefs of a different patterns. After wearing them for a week, he relented and opted for some more socially acceptable boxers.

But he apparently forgot to throw a pair out, because in the back of his drawer were a pair of black briefs dotted with smiley faces. He groaned at the pattern but dropped his boxers to his ankle and slipped them on. They were a little tight; the bottom of his ass poked out and he needed to adjust the crotch area. But the second he got into bed he fell asleep instantly.

“Yo, Walt, wake up!”

Walt awoke to the sound of his brothers yelling and saw that he had overslept. About to get out of bed, he instantly reversed course when his two brothers Nolan and Ethan walked in. Thankfully his sheets were covering him.

Nolan was a year older than him and looked like a taller, lankier version of Walt. Still not dressed, he wore a white tank top and some gray Hanes boxer briefs so baggy they might as well been boxers. Ethan was Walt’s twin, but his high school Rugby career and obsession with Corona beer left him with some muscle on his belly obscured by a healthy dose of fat; but other than that, the resemblance was uncanny. Well, save for the fact that Ethan was dressed solely in some yellow and white plaid boxers.

“I’ll get up in a minute.” There was no way he was letting his brothers see him like this.

“What, you got some morning wood?” Ethan smirked.

Walt frowned. That was none of their business.

“What’s going on?” Walt’s third brother, Carson , stood in his doorway. Carson, 25 years old, normally lived in Boston but was home to take part in holiday traditions. He had just come up from working out in their home gym, and his muscular body and six pack abs were on fully display in the shirtless +short athletic shorts combo. He was also drench in sweat.

“We can’t get Walt out of bed.”

“Time for another earthquake?” Carson said with a smile.

Walt groaned. When the brothers were little they used to play a game where they would shake the bed until the one in it fell out. He knew if that happened everyone would see him in his little briefs. But the same thing would happen if he got out of bed voluntarily.

The bed shook and shook and Walt did everything he could to keep himself covered with a sheet. But three strong guys were no match for him and he knew he had to switch the offensive. He took one hand off his sheets and in a swift motion yanked Carson’s shorts down.

Walt, Ethan, and Nolan collapsed in laughter. Carson stood there shirtless, his shorts, at his knees, and nothing but a white jockstrap covering his crotch. He pulled up his shorts in embarrassment.

“Guys,I was working out.” He tried to appear nonchalant, but it was clear he was mortified.

The distraction worked. Ethan and Nolan lost interest in Walt and walked out of the room in hysterics. Walt sat in bed and rocked back and forth in laughter.

“Are you one to talk?” Carson raised his eyebrows.

In the confusion, Walt’s blanket exposed his left side, and Carson had a full view of the smiley faced briefs. He covered himself quickly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them.” Carson smiled as he left the room. His shorts were up but one of the straps from his undergarment were poking out. “At least not yet.”

NOTE: I want to apologize for not responding to messages lately, things have been crazy! But I look forward to hearing from you guys again!

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Segregated pt. 11

Segregated Part Eleven: Glass

40s!Bucky x African American!Reader Chapter Summary: Bucky doesn’t know how to quantify his feelings about what he did, who he is, and the relationships he has. Notes: I wrote this a long time ago (in late 2017, early 2018 according to google lol), and I just compounded it with the next chapter I wrote, so everything from here forward should be new, and I’m so sorry for not updating. I need to find my notes and figure out where I wanted the story to go and what changes need to be made (Rereading I was never subtle lol) If you want to be taken off or put on the tag list let me know, this series will also be on my AO3, so if that format is better for you check over there as well, thanks so much for following this story// I am subscribing to a theory that Bucky’s family is well off. Maybe not insanely rich, but before the great depression hit they were comfortable, so they are just riding that wave. Also in the comics I'm pretty sure Bucky’s mom dies when he is young, and then his father dies when he joins the military, and he has the one younger sister Rebecca. I know in the movies (which is what i'm mostly going off of here) he is the eldest of...4? which , for this fic is just going to be all younger sisters. And I’m probably not going to mention/reference his parents too much, so i’ll leave it up to you guys to fill in the blanks with what you believe. Hopefully you all like it. Feel free to leave me feedback. <3

Warnings: police interaction Word Count: 1964 Tags: @brittney-ziam-larry​ @harleycativy,@psychicwitchphilosopher, @mslaufeyson, @yoyolovesbucky, @jeremy-hilary-boob, @dawnshuntress, @cliffordasparagus, @nina-sj-blog, @kittyquel, @hotemotionalmess, @anonymousonion23 Part one/Part Two/Part Three/ Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine/Part Ten/

Bucky felt nervous. He wasn’t one hundred percent certain on why however. He knew there were a lot of contributing factors.

“You okay James?” (Y/N) asked.

“Huh, oh.. uh yeah.” Bucky replied, forcing a smirk, that appeared effortless. (Y/N) smiled and turned back towards Steve. 

It was a nice summer day that they decided to spend at Bucky’s place. His parents were at work, and his sisters’ were out with their friends at Coney Island. Bucky’s place was starkly different than (Y/N)’s and Steve’s. He didn’t live in an apartment building, or in a run down, one bedroom space. His family owned a nice house, with a small yard, a little ways away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Steve and (Y/N) were absolutely enamored with, what to them was, the spacious, clean, and quiet home. 

Bucky however was too lost in his own mind to hear (Y/N) and Steve’s comments on his home, or anything they were talking about. Only a few nights ago had he absolutely pummeled a guy into the ground, and left him on the dirty street, covered in his own blood. Now he was sitting with his friends on his front porch, drinking lemonade, and chatting away. Needless to say, his morals were eating away at him. Usually Steve was there or knew when Bucky got into a fight. Usually Bucky watched the other guy run away…

“Buck. Hey.” Steve said. Bucky turned to look at him. Steve shook the empty cups in his hand, the ice clinking against the glass. “I’m gonna go inside and get us some more lemonade. Do you want any?” Bucky stood up and took the glasses out of Steve’s hands.

“I’ll do it. You guys wait here.” Bucky said. He held the three glasses between his fingers and made his way inside. As the door slammed behind him (Y/N) looked toward Steve.

“I have no idea.” Steve answered (Y/n)’s questioning look. “You can try.” Steve said, leaning back in his chair. (Y/N) stood up and went inside the house. 

“Hey, James…” (Y/N) called out, entering the kitchen quietly. Bucky didn’t turn around to the sound of the voice. She placed a hand cautiously on his back, he sort of looked over his shoulder but that was about it, pouring the small bits of ice from the glasses into the sink. (Y/N) let out a small sigh as she watched him. Bucky was always a pretty smiley guy...admittedly there were a lot of smirks, and sly grins, but almost always something that could classify as a smile. However, now, there was nothing. His lips were a straight line. (Y/N) couldn’t pick up whether he was sad or angry or what. “This should really be Steve’s job…” She thought, knowing this may have been easier work for the blonde whose known Bucky for years now, and not the girl who has know him for just under half a year. 

(Y/N) continued to watch Bucky as he put new ice cubes in the glasses. As he poured the lemonade, she absently ran her hand up, running her fingers through the pristine hair at the nape of his neck. A sharp inhale. (Y/N) smirked, finally some sort of real reaction to something. He gave her a sort of glare from the side of his eye, but as he finally looked at her, he couldn’t help but crack a small smile as well. (Y/N) began, “So are you ready to talk about whatever is bothering you? Or should we just keep acting like there isn’t anything going on?” Bucky quickly turned away, gathering the glasses in his hands and heading back towards the front door. “Bucky.” (Y/n) said but he kept walking. “Bucky!” He ignored her. “James!” She called.

A loud crash echoed through the house. All three glasses shattered into thousands of glittering crystals upon impact with the glossy wooden floors. The lemonade splashed off the ground, dampening the ankles of his pants. The front door swung open, and Steve stood there, trying to assess the situation.

“Wha-” Steve started.

“I think you two should go.” Bucky said, flatly. “I need to clean this up and go get my sisters.”

“Ja-” (Y/N) tried to talk,

“Just go.” Bucky said. He didn’t yell. His voice was weirdly calm and level. (Y/N) looked across the room at Steve, still standing in the front entryway, silently asking him if this was a time to be stubborn and stay, or do as Bucky asked. Steve just softly shook his head, and nodded towards the door, silently beckoning her towards him. (Y/N) hesitantly and carefully made her way around the puddle of lemonade and Bucky, grabbing her cardigan from a hook near the door.

“We’ll see you later Buck.” Steve said as he closed the door behind them. 

Bucky just stood there for a moment, looking down at the floor. He begged himself to not look through the window, but he couldn’t help it. He looked up, and through the smallest opening in the curtain, locked eyes with (Y/N), as she looked back at him.

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“You really have no idea?” (Y/N) asked, sitting with Steve in her living room. Scattered playing cards and nearly empty glasses sat abandoned on the small coffee table. Wind blew against the house, rattling the windows. An unusual gray day in the middle of the summer.

“How could I?” Steve replied, “I’ve hardly had a real conversation with him in weeks.” Steve played with a card in his hands, flipping it around in his skinny fingers.

“I feel so silly to be this worried about him.” She let out a laugh, followed with a sigh. She watched Steve’s hands rather than his face.

“Well I really have no choice at this point.” Steve laughed, “the man won’t leave my side…” He let the card fall into his lap, “at least he used to not.” He sighed as well, turning his head to look out the window. Steve’s brow furrowed. Suddenly he pushed himself harshly and fast off the couch. 

“Steve…”(Y/N) said, looking up at him, sorrow filled her eyes. She knew, through both Steve and Bucky’s stories, from seeing them together, just how close the two were. “I’m so sorry…”

“Huh?” Steve looked towards (Y/N), and shook his head slightly, “It’s fine. What do you have to be sorry for?” Steve shoved his hands into his pockets, pacing around the room. Trying hard to work this out for himself. He reasoned that he knew Bucky the best, this was on him to figure out and fix. Steve grabbed the empty cups, “I’m gonna put these away.” and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. (Y/N) slumped down, running her hands over her skirt.

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(Y/N) made her way down the dimly lit street. Lights were still on inside the houses, and the streetlights had just been turned on. She could see curtains moving in her peripheral vision. (Y/N) knew the looks she was getting, she didn’t care. Usually she pretended like she didn’t, but right now she truly did not. She walked up to a house, up the stairs of the porch and knocked on the door. Maybe just a bit too loudly for the time it was.

An older man opened the door. Tall, graying hair, and obviously tired.

“Can I help you?” He asked looking down at her. He understandably looked confused.

“Hello. Sorry. I was just wondering if I could speak to Bucky..I mean, James. I need to speak with James please.” She said. The man looked her up and down. (Y/N) consciously brushed her hair down with her hands. The man kind of rolled his eyes as he stepped away, closing the door behind him. She stood there on the porch, confused, and angry, and not sure whether or not Bucky was even coming down. Just as she began to turn away, she heard the door open.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?” James asked as he pulled open the door and stepped out onto the porch. He wrapped a bathrobe around himself, his striped pajamas underneath, as the cold night air hit him.

“I hope you know you are absolutely torturin’ poor Steve.” She began, a little too loudly, “I know you have no obligation to me, but there must be something there for him.” 

“What….What are you even talking about? Why are you here?” James asked, pushing his hair back. He looked around the neighborhood. He spotted a man in his garage across the street, and locked eyes for a second. The man quickly turned around and walked back into his house, closing the garage door.

“There is obviously something going on with you. You aren’t letting him or me know. And that..that’s fine…” She was stuttering and tripping over her words, just trying to get them out, “I mean, its fine for me. We aren’t the closest admittedly. But him. It’s hurting him. You do realize you are his only friend outside of me?” Bucky just stood there, trying to take in everything she was saying.

“I know…” He tried to say, but she continued to go on, “I know…” he repeated, but still she kept going, “I know!” Bucky yelled. (Y/N) immediately stopped. She just looked up at him, fists clenched at her sides. Bucky looked around again, running a hand through his hair again. “You don’t think I know this already? I know what I’m doing.”

“Then why? Why are you still actin’ this way?” (Y/N) asked. Bucky just shook his head lightly. “James…”

“You really think I’m so insensitive.” James said, more of a statement than a question.

“Well I wouldn’t know now, would I?” (Y/N) stated. Before either of them could say anything a car pulled up to the side of the street, right in front of Bucky’s house. (Y/N)’s face dropped as you noticed the design on the car. She flinched slightly at the sound of the car door slamming shut. The uniformed officer walking up the small path to the porch they were on. Bucky just looked confused as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the low light. The items on the officers belt, clanged against each other.

“Hey there.” The officer started, coming into full view under the porch light, “We got a call about a disturbance in the neighborhood.” The officer looked between Bucky and (Y/N).  Bucky, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe, and (Y/N), hair disheveled, and definitely not looking her best. “Is everything alright here?” He asked. (Y/N) closed her mouth, her lips tightly together. Her head was low, hands clasped together behind her back. She didn’t answer. A strong silence hung in the air. The officer looked towards Bucky, “Is anything wrong?” Bucky just shook his head. “Ma’am?” The officer looked down at (Y/N). She was at a complete loss of words. Racking her brain for what to say in this situation.

“I-I’m sorry.” She said, barely above a whisper.

“Do you live at this residence ma’am?” The officer asked. (Y/N) shook her head.

“N-No, sir.” She replied. “I-I was just leaving. Please excuse me.” The officer nodded in acknowledgement. (Y/N) tried her best to compose herself as she walked away but she was shaking, and nearly tripped over some rocks on the sidewalk. The officer watched her intently before turning back towards Bucky.

“You sure everything's okay?” The officer asked.

“What?” Bucky watched as (Y/N) walked away before realizing the officer was talking to him, “Yeah. It’s fine.” The officer nodded.

“Okay, well don't hesitate to call if you get another disturbance like that. You never know how those people will act.” The officer laughed as he walked back to his car. Bucky just stood there, unsure of how to act to anything that just happened. 

[broadwaycantdie]

How do you know so many newsies? I’ve frankly gotten a lot better at it than I used to be (I can easily recognize Mush/Romeo/Specs/Albert/Finch/Spot/Race/etc, and I’m getting better at recognizing Tommy Boy/Elmer/Henry, and I’m working on recognizing Buttons) but there’s still some newsies who I have no idea who they are, like Sniper, Mike/Ike, Smalls, and more. So I was just wondering if you have some tips??

this is actually something i love helping people with ! it can be super hard to figure out who is who especially when watching the show and everyone is moving around, dancing, and wearing practically the same outfit over and over, but these are my tips as well as who plays each character !

( i’ll skip main characters as well as the ones you listed )

also i’m gonna do this based on LIVE cause that’s what most people have access too but i’ll also put who they’ve been played by in the rest of the run

also also, the best way i would say to remember them (and what i do) is just memorize the actors honestly, i just made a list of everyone in each cast (which i would be happy to share) and studied it and pointed them out as i watched or looked at pictures and matched them up and eventually got it

Buttons:

played by Chaz Wolcott in live

tall and lanky pale white boy

always a smiley boy!

lowkey constantly looks confused

find him tap dancing the best

he “won’t be last in line for the tub tonight” when he sees his face in the pape :)

also played by: JP Ferreri, Jess LeProtto, Damon J. Gillespie

Elmer:

played by Anthony Zas in live

medium height white boy

curly floof hair boy

smiles a lot

very confused / doesn’t know what’s going on a lot of the time but excited about it

pants are pulled up VERY high (higher than everyone else’s)

also played by: Evan Kasprzak, Jeff Heimbrock

Henry:

played by MJ Rios in live

curly hair

short poc boy

wants a “pastrami on rye with a sour pickle” in king of new york :)

has the prettiest whitest teeth i’ve ever seen

^ smiles to show them off a lot

also played by: Kyle Coffman, Iain Young, Demarius R. Copes

Hotshot:

played by JP Ferreri in live

tall(ish) possibly poc boy

brooklyn boy

red shirt w/o sleeves

skinniest of the brooklyn newsies (in live)

during the run the brooklyn boys were constantly being switched out and hotshot didn’t get a name until live (to my knowledge) so it’s hard to say who played him

Jojo:

played by Joshua Burrage in live

very tall lanky white boy

wants “a solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it” in king of new york

smiles a lot

often in close vicinity to race

also played by: Corey Hummerston, Thayne Jasperson, Nico James Greetham

Kenny:

played by Jack J. Sippel in live

medium height white boy

very happy to be here

gorgeous teeth

spins his pape bag around his ankle in carrying the banner

only in live, although some swings during the run didn’t have names so they could technically also be kenny

Kid Blink:

played by Andy Richardson in live

short poc boy

no eyepatch even though he should so it gets confusing

gets lost in the crowd easily

also only in live (by name)

Mike / Ike:

played by Jacob and David Guzman

twins !

medium / shortish curly haired poc boys

David plays Ike because “I” comes before “M” in the alphabet and “D” comes before “J” (David is alphabetically before Jacob and Ike is before Mike as well, so they line up)

easy to point out because they are twins so just find two people that look the same

Jacob has a freckle on his nose (not cheek)

David has a freckle on his cheek (not nose)

in everything but live, the Delaney brothers also double as Mike and Ike

Jacob ( Mike ) wear a checkerd shirt

David ( Ike ) wears a stripped shirt

also played by: (Ike) Brendon Stimpson, Jon Hacker, Anthony Norman // (Mike) Mike Faist, Adam Kaplan, Michael Patrick Ryan, Devin Lewis

Smalls:

played by Julian DeGuzman in live

very short poc boy

smiles a lot lot

does the spoon fight with Race in king of new york

is one of the 2 newsies to be played by females (not in live)

also played by: Laurie Veldheer, Molly Jobe, Josh Assor

Sniper:

played by Daniel Switzer in live

medium / tall pale white male

usually looks very serious or angry

the other newsie to be played by females (not in live)

also played by: Scott Shendenhelm, Alex Wong, Jacob Guzman, Ginna Claire Mason, Kaitlyn Frank

Tommy Boy:

played by Michael Dameski in live

just look for the most technically correct and perfect dancer (they are all great but Dameski always has perfect technique and likes to show it off)

also he has the thickest eyebrows of everyone!

has a very bad american accent (he gets like one like and it’s hard to hear but when you do you can tell)

looks very serious all the time

also played by: Tommy Bracco, Evan Autio

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heres some pics that i hope help too ( the unnamed swings or swings filling in for characters i left blank to avoid being wrong or causing confusion ) // and if i couldn’t see their face and i couldn’t tell who they were they are also blank

LIVE

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BROADWAY ( Jeremy Jordan - Corey Cott era )

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TOUR ( Dan Delcua - Joey Barrerio era )

[alifeiwishwasreal]

Sparky - Remus Lupin Oneshot

Character: Remus Lupin Gender: Female Warnings: None Info: Reader is a Pureblood with a keen interest in dragons, from no specific house.

Christmas was rapidly approaching at Hogwarts and Remus laughed as Sirius ran his hand through his hair for the tenth time that minute. “Remind me again why you waited until the last minute to get your secret santa present?” Remus teased as Sirius looked helplessly at all the shops. “Because you know me Moons, it goes away in my head and then I forget.” Sirius said as he saw the bookshop and ran for it. He scoured the shelves as Remus sat in an armchair and flipped through the first few pages of another romance novel about matching Patronus’.

He was into the second chapter when Sirius clambered up to him with his arms full of books, putting them down on the floor as the lady at the counter glared at him. “What about this one?” He said, holding up the copy of Dragon’s and Tails. “Already has it.” “This one?” “Read it.” “That one?” “Twice.” “What about this?” “It’s her favourite.” Remus looked back down at his book uninterested as Sirius groaned. “What do I get her then? She’ll have read every bloody book about dragons in here.” Sirius whined as Remus put down his book and sighed. “Go put them all back.” “But-” “Before we get kicked out. We’ll split up, meet back here in 10 minutes.” He commanded as he went through the high bookshelves before he bumped into someone familiar. “Remus!” You beamed as he smiled. “Hiya Y/N/N. How you doing?” “I’m doing well. I’m trying to refrain myself from buying any more books. I’ve got enough to read.” “But it’s hard?” “Tremendously.” You confirmed as he smiled giddily. “I understand your struggle my friend.” He said dramatically as you chuckled. “If anyone would, it’s you.” You smiled as you pulled your house scarf tighter around your neck. “Well I’m gonna leave until I force myself to buy that copy of ‘Goblin’s and Faires and Dragons, oh my!’” “Where’s that?” He asked. “Hidden in the back. Original hardback copy. Beautiful cover. And if I don’t leave now I might need you to drag me out by my ankles.” You smiled. “See you for hot chocolate?” “Of course.” He smirked as you bid each other farewell and he surged towards the back of the shop, finding the book hidden in the cluster of old copies that were forgotten, desperate for someone to love them. And this book was going to be treasured.

-

“You sad you can’t go back to Romania for Christmas?” He asked as your hands grasped the mug held to your chest, watching the snow fall outside. “I get that it’s expensive. I’ll still get Christmas cards and presents. Sure, I’d like to go back and see everyone but now I get to spend Christmas with you guys.” You smiled content as you sank into the sofa, your body turned sideways to face Remus. “Which Dragon will you miss the most?” “Sparky. Obviously.” You stated taking a sip as his eyebrows raised. “Sparky?” “Oh sh. I was 5 when I named him. We’ve grew up together. The first ever egg I hatched. An Antipodean Opaleye.” He watched your eyes trail away as you thought about him, and he could see you getting a bit down. “He must be beautiful.” You looked up and smiled at Moony. “He is. I’ll have to introduce you to him one day.” “Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to do that when you start running the Sanctuary.” He winked at you before taking a sip of his drink, your cheeks going red.

Remus was the only one who support the idea of you taking after your grandmother. Being from a pure-blood family, it was thought you should go into the ministry, but you quickly got hooked after the summer visits to Granny’s.

“And I’ll name one after you. It’ll be a Hebridean Black. Because it grows to be the longest.” You teased happily, Moony rolling his eyes at your pun about his height. “Well, someone is off my Christmas card list.”

-

Remus ran up to Sirius and grabbed him by his wrist, dragging him to the desk and placing a quill and paper in front of him. “You said you owe me one for the book and so you’re doing it now. Write a letter to Y/N’s grandmother. Fast.”

-

“Y/N/N! Get up!” You felt someone jump on you. Now you really regretted taking Frank’s bed for Christmas break. “Presents time. Presents time.” James chanted as Sirius rolled off and followed him down the stairs. You opened your eyes to see Remus standing over you with his hand out to pull you up. “Remind me why I decided to stay here over Christmas?”

Remus dragged you gently down the stairs, your sleepy figure encased in a Falmouth Falcons Jersey as you came down to see everyone else sat around the fire.

One by one everyone was given their presents, Lily trying to hide her blush at the silver pendant with a doe on.

Remus watched as closely as Sirius when you took the lid of the box, gasping as you saw the copy and fishing it out. Remus watched as your eyes widened, your smile as you ran your fingers over the spine and intricate design. You then fished out the photo, carefully clutching the frame as if it would break. “Sparky.” You whispered and Remus knew you were looking at the picture of the dragon snuggling up against your grandmother, both of them content as you put it on top of the book, crawling over to hug and thank Sirius.

You sat down and Remus watched you look at the picture until his voice was called. Your head snapped up and you began to smile as the wrapped present was placed in his lap.

He unwrapped it to find a stack of chocolate, a nice new navy jumper but a leather diary underneath. On it, was a piece of parchment saying, I’ll explain later. He opened it and flipped through until he saw a little moon in the corner. He turned to the next page of dates and found it tracked the movements of the moon, the full moon showing him when to prepare. He looked over at you as you gave him a gentle smile. “T-thanks.” “You’re welcome.”

-

Everyone had headed down to eat early but you grabbed Moony’s wrist on the way down, sitting on the coffee table across from the armchair as you pulled him down. “I assume you want to know how I figured it out.” You said quietly as his eyes went down to his lap. “I-I just- I didn’t tell y-you-” “You don’t have to explain anything. I understand Remmy.” You scooted forward to take his hands. “When I was in Romania this summer, my cousin had to be taken away from the Sanctuary a couple of days because he was bitten. I saw how fatigued he got and I kept track of the days he was going to get bad.” You began to tell him. “I carried on to send him letters throughout the month to see how he was coping with going back to Uni and everything when I noticed some similarities between you and him. And when you got the new scar on your neck in November, I guessed it must be true.” You squeezed his hands a little tighter, looking up at his eyes watching you closely. “And I know you might be mad at me for prying-” “I’m not mad. I could never be.” He voiced with a croak as your heart started racing. “It’s just, I didn’t want your opinion of me to change, or, when the boys found out, they wanted to help. And I didn’t want you to try and throw yourself in the line of fire for me.” He admitted, looking down. You slipped away one hand and brought up his chin to look at you. “You are Remus Lupin. That is who you are. Not your condition.” You told him gently as he slid off the chair and knelt in front of the table, sliding in between your legs to hug you close. “I have other ways to help. There’s a potion that’s quite useful for Lewis. With the aftermath.” You told him as he smiled back at you. “I’m just glad my present was as good as yours.” “What?” His eyebrows furrowed as you noticed his arms were still around your waist. “As much credit as I would like to give Sirius, he wouldn’t think about that in a million years. But you would.” His eyes met yours and god you wanted to kiss him. So you bucked up your strength and you did. It was small and stern but it turned out his lips were as soft as you imagined. “So thank you.” You said as Remus watched you with wide eyes. “Now, I think there’s a turkey waiting downstairs that will not eat itself.”

-

You sat and watched your friends in the corner of the Gryffindor common room, sipping the warm alcohol as mulled wine made your body relax. A hand was stretched out in front of you, like this morning, which you took. Smooth jazz played on the radio a familiar christmas tune. One arm was around his waist, the other in his hand as you both swayed from side to side, your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

“You see? And this is why you’d have a Hebridean Black named after you.” He laughed, his head going back as if that was the last thing he’d expect you to say. “Happy Christmas Moony.” “Happy Christmas Sparky.”

“Mistletoe!!!” A drunk Sirius called out, pointing above the two of you as Remus swooped in and attached his lips to yours, feeling smiley and giddy as he pulled you closer, hearing Marlene woop in the background. “The lovebirds first kiss.” Lily teased as he hugged you close but they’ll never know.

That first Christmas Kiss was something only for you two to share.

[if-weshadows-haveoffended]

Strela Amura- Chekov x Reader

A/N: So sorry about how late this is, I’ve just been really busy at Uni. Anyway, She’s Kirk’s sister but also not Kirk’s sister. It’ll make sense, trust me. ut my favourite thing about the OS has always been the time-travel episodes, like???? What a gift to Humanity. So here’s me playing with that space time continuum.

Also. It’s Eurovision time!!!! Sorry not sorry for nearly winning last year btw. Anyway, you know what that means? Time to listen to my Eurovision husband’s entire discography. Like it’s such a cute Chekov-y song, bless.

Also key word: Chekov tries to save her

Title: Strela Amura (Cupid’s Arrow) Inspiration: here (x) Tags: Fluff, kinda-kirk’s-sister-but-kinda-not, pre-romanov decline russia, TIME TRAVEL MOTHERFRICKERS, ridiculous bustle skirts are my aesthetic Words: 1500+ Masterpost: here (x) Prompt List: here (x) Mixtape Archive: here (x) Original Request: (x) - Could you do a thing where reader is Kirk’s younger sister (or other relative), that isn’t part of Starfleet, and gets taken by the big bad, and Chekov saves her? Then fluff?

Стрела Амура

Most senior students at the Starfleet Academy dreaded the ‘Little Sibling’ program; in which a senior, slowly struggling and watching their very soul leave their bodies were forced to pair up with some innocent, optimistic first year who had yet to see their life force choked from them due to obscene assignment due dates.

You were rather surprised to have found yourself partnered with a one James Tiberius Kirk, as he had introduced himself, a coffee in hand and dark circles under his eyes. You were a little intimidated, admittedly, but he was as supportive as you could have hoped for and Jim was genuinely wonderful. He would always remember your exam dates and check up on your actual dates and was always there to hold your hair back and cover for you if a party got too wild. Or there to ruffle your hair in pride as you passed that one maths class you always seemed to flunk exams for. He even kept in contact as he graduated, sending you updates as he traversed the expansive galaxy, promising that if you did well, you would score a place on the prestigious Enterprise crew.

He somehow convinced your parents that a certain trip-that-shall-not-be-named was actually a Scientific Field trip. You didn’t want to know exactly how he did it, but your mother was still singing the praises of ‘Darling James’ and considering adopting him.

But things went to hell part-way through your study. You left, much to your parents’ disappointment, hoping that you’d be better than the rest of your family, hoping you could be their chance to one-up your cousins that the grandparents always seemed to favour. But it was simply… you simply couldn’t deal with the reality of the Khan incident, it had hit far too close to home and you had lost far too many friends who had graduated. Space seemed far too cold, too brutal and too cruel to your tastes and while you still adored the endless possibilities, you weren’t sure what to do if you’d lost-

No matter. Perhaps what was most important that Jim had said it was the bravest thing you’d ever done, to know what was important and what was best for you. And he still updated you, sending over photographs on your PADD, every message ended with a little smiley.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY BABY SISTER’S ON THAT TEAM!?” Chekov was genuinely confused, no scratch that, the entire Bridge seemed confused at the Captain’s outburst.

There had been a temporal anomaly, the ship caught in it comprised of a small team of archaeologists and historians off to some far-flung planet in order to do some first-hand investigations for a company that Uhura had briefly mentioned before Kirk began to shit his pants.

“Captain, you do not biologically have a younger-“

“You know Spock, the Little Sibling program back at Starfleet?” The Captain clarified with a little embarrassment colouring his tone, “I was assigned to Y/L/N, she left after a couple of years, but we’re still in contact.”

“So I assume that means we’re going in?” Sulu hazarded, making worried eye-contact with Chekov. Chekov gulped a little, before turning back to face his station, his hands already finding the familiar grip on the controls, already awaiting the inevitable words,

“Fucking punch it.”

No one had warned you that 1880s St Petersburg was freezing in winter. Or perhaps, no one had warned you that it was perhaps to the best to piss off a Prince who (you assumed) thought you were flaming hot (from what your French could discern) only to find yourself in a dungeon in the bowels of the city, heavy with the scent of pungent sewers and stale sweat. On the upside, the gown was very pretty.

But that wasn’t much help at the moment. With your tired arms bound behind you with chafing rope, it was impossible to reach anything. You knew you still had a comm somewhere in the voluminous folds of midnight satin and a tri-corder smuggled in near your stockings. But with absolutely no waves, not even radio, there was no way the comms were going to work.

Oh and your legs were definitely out of the question, they’d bound those too after you tried escaping for a fourth time.

You could always flirt your way out of the situation? That was what Jim would do. Actually that was a lie, he would start a female insurrection on ideology against the Prince and manage to have half the women in the Aristocracy storming on the Duma and the Tsar demanding equality. Fascinating notion though. And definitely entertaining.

“Who the hell are you?” You suddenly found yourself being forced to move over as a young man was thrown into the freezing dungeon along with you. He certainly seemed from the far-flung past, with a perfectly knotted cravat and hair rakishly curly. He only seemed about your age, perhaps a year or two older, but about your age.

That was an idea. Flirt with the cute guy who just got chucked into your cell and hope he can get you out, because if you get invited to a Romanov Prince’s party, he’s definitely rich.

Only problem was the only Russian you knew was most likely just going to offend the poor guy.

“You speak English?” He tilted his head in confusion as he attempted to sit up, his hands bound behind him too. “You’re Keptin Kirk’s leetle sister?”

“You’re with Jim!?” You felt your heart fall out of your arse in complete and utter relief. He’d be able to find you, and the rest of the team. Hopefully.

“I’m Ensign Pavel Andreivich Chekov.” He introduced quickly, “Yes, well… there were some complications.” He admitted, a bashful grin gracing his face and his dimples casting charming shadows against the guttering candlelight of the cell. “I theenk we haff most of your team. Sulu and I were in the area after we got these…” He tried gesturing as best as he could to his stylish suit.

“How did you end up in here then?” Your flustered mind only now making the link between the cute boy (okay, he was cute, you were allowed to think that. He may be the last by you ever see. Maybe you’d have to spend the rest of eternity… together… in this piss-poor excuse for a cell) and his accent. “They’d be able to understand you…”

“Oh, well…” He made a bit of an ‘eek’ expression on his face, and you already dreaded what he was going to say next.

“Don’t tell me you challenged the Prince,” You said, flatly.

“Look, I may haff graduated Starfleet at sewenteen, but they don’t teach us fencing-“

“Isn’t there someone on your crew who does? Specialise in fencing, I mean?” You jolted at the memory of one of Jim’s early messages.

“We don’t talk about Sulu.” He muttered darkly, though his expression quickly passed into what could only be described as ‘overly-excited puppy’. “Put your heels on my shoulders,”

“Hm?”

“Zat way I can try to untie your ankles, zat leetle bit of rope is loose…” He continued on.

“Hm?” You repeated, your mind most definitely not turning to a certain golden retriever tying you to one of the grand beds three floors above…

“Here… shuffle over, no… no please put your heels on my shoulder.” You did as he instructed, nearly taking out his eye with your heeled boot. “Okay,”

“You sure this is a good idea?” You raised a brow as he placed the narrow strip of rope between his teeth, and began to tug a little. Slowly, but with relative ease, he managed to undo the loose knot and un-lopp the rope from your boots. “Wait, check up my skirt, my comm,” You added quickly.

“Yes, that might be a bit difficult,” He titled his curly head in the direction of his bound hands. Time was of the essence and the party raging upstairs sounded far too lethargic now, even through the dulling stone floors.

“It’s only above my knee. One of them, not sure,” You added with haste. “If you can activate the switch, you might be able to get a signal out before the Prince comes back in here to interrogate the pair of us,”

Biting hard on your lip, and hoping that the nearly-extinguished candle would hide your blushes, you watched as Chekov shuffled as best as he could, nestling between your ankles and your skirt that had ridden up a fair bit. Your heard drummed tight against your corseted bodice now, hearing distant footsteps. You guessed that Chekov decided it was all or nothing and attempted to reach the miniscule button of your comm with his nose.

For second there, you thought that it was all over, the door swinging open. There would be no hope of escape and that you would die with a (hot) stranger, centuries before you were ever born.

Your parents? What would they think? Would they care? Would they keep on reprimanding you? Saying that it would have been better if you’d stayed in Starfleet, for at least they’d have a body to bury.

What about what remained of your friends?

What about Jim?

“Chekov, what the hell do you think you’re doing to my sister!?” Chekov’s head immediately bobbed up from your upper thigh, immediately missing the warmth, his face surely as red as your own and his curls an endearing mess.

So that’s what Jim thought.

[twenty6magazine]

London Fashion Week Men’s

London’s iconic Men’s Collections returned to the Strand and kicked off the upcoming fashion season with fantastic trends that are far more than just shapes and colours. Team Twenty6 was able to spot the first shows of this year and summarised why Liam Hodge tried a little bit too hard, Ben Sherman celebrated the energy of dancing and Tinie Tempah could also be a tailor. 

John Lawrence Sullivan 

The designer, who has a background in boxing, got inspired not by self-defence but by the attacker, the psycho-killer. He plays with the idea of multiple personalities and how somebody just seems naturally dangerous. The looks were a clever merge between reckless cowboy elements and elegant tailoring. The wild west is presented through the designers accessories such as belts, and reimagined cowboy boots flaunting snake leather and a vibrate tracking sole. Looks showed that dark tones of green, grey and purple are certainly a trend in the upcoming season, as well as leather, wool, and velvet. Silhouettes articulate strength and power, show that the person is not scared of anything and will fight for what he wants if necessary. The designer managed to bring his theme elegantly across and managed to create high hopes for the Autumn/ Winter 2018 season.  

Tonsure 

One of the surprises that London’s Men’s Collection always brings was Tonsure this year. Exciting yet simple looks that kept reminding of James Bond, “Die another Day” even though the collection was originally inspired by New York’s wild 80s. Neutral shades combined with banging bright colours such as orange belts and buckles. Looks are celebrating the efficiency of wool and flaunt shirts and t-shirts from knitted wool panels. The presentation included looks that highlighted the classic Prince of Wales check, making it a statement that check has indeed come back and will be one of many trend patterns in A/W 2018. The designer truly sticked to his aesthetics and managed to deliver a well-thought collection. 

Oliver Spencer 

One of London’s classic’s was Oliver Spencer, who delivered looks as elegant and charming as the city itself. Colours were predominantly quiet showing shades of brown, soothing grey tones, magic beiges and dazzling midnight blues. The designer played with the idea of layers and presented full looks that included very warm looking winter jackets. The designer plays with ankle length pants, creating a more modern approach towards velvet chinos. Oliver Spencer truly was a classic show, however missed a bit of the spice we got last season. 

What We Wear 

The fantastic streetwear brand celebrates its third season and still conquers the dressing norms, shaping the idea of how men and women should dress. The collection was inspired by the ordinary man and his duties from day to day. Camouflaged looks flaunting khaki, grey, and navy highlight minimalism and modernity. Other than Tinie Tempah’s previous collection this season holds a more wearable element for daily life rather than sportswear or garments that can only be worn outside of work. One specific look presented a modern day suit, highlighting that What We Wear is not only streetwear. This season’s footwear was provided by Filling Pieces, an Amsterdam based brand that shares the same aesthetics with WWW. The show was a true success and shows of how many things Tinie Tempah is capable. 

Ben Sherman X Henry Holland 

When two great minds meet there can only be a fantastic outcome. This is exactly what happened when Mark Williams and Henry Holland decided to collaborate for their AW18 collection. Looks were inspired by the north of Britain and it’s iconic Northern Soul, that features the addictive two-step dance “night owls” danced until the early hours of the morning. The fantastic show presented dancers mixed with models, creating an atmosphere that was long missing at fashion week. Excitement, Happiness, and Passion were the main ingredients of the looks. Quirky Henry Holland added modern touches to Ben Sherman’s usual classic designs. Looks are inspired by London’s street style and feature a more rebellious spirit that can be worn by men and women. The unisex collection flaunts playful slogans, dynamic patterns and well mergers colour schemes. The fantastic collection as well as the show was a true success and certainly yesterday’s highlight. 

Liam Hodges

With high hopes the fashion scene entered the show, with mixed opinions they left. Liam Hodges, created a zombie parade that should have shown how everybody is free to wear and do as they wish. The looks were well designed, flaunting smiley faces and graphic slogans, however viewers were a little distracted by the neon hair and the music that was one tiny bit too loud. Constant beats let one focus on ones heart rhythm rather than the show, guest were holding their ears instead of bouncing to the sounds. The collection was playing with the idea of childhood innocence, referencing 90s kids TV shows, which the designer managed to articulate through his garments. Spirits were lifted when Baz Luhrmann’s inspiring words advising to wear sunscreen closed the show. The end showed that Liam Hodge maybe just thought a little bit too much, wanted to impress a little bit too much, yet reminded how great the designs and the brand is, we all make mistakes. 

TWENTY6X 

Words by Constanze-Sophie Pilger

Images sourced online 

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The New Tommy John Surgery That Could Change Baseball

Dr. Jeff Dugas has scrubbed in for about 2,000 surgeries on the ulnar collateral ligament of the elbow. He reconstructs the injured ligament with a tendon grafted from the patient's forearm or leg. All sorts of athletes come in for the operation—wrestlers, javelin throwers, gymnasts—but most frequently they are pitchers. The surgery is even named after a pitcher, Tommy John, the Los Angeles Dodgers southpaw who had the first successful procedure in 1974.

Four decades later, organized baseball is in the midst of an epidemic of arm injuries as a result of overuse, according to the American Sports Medicine Institute. Front and center is the UCL. Tommy John surgery has almost become routine in professional baseball. As Dugas started opening up more and more elbows, he would look at the UCL and think, Why are we here?

While an MRI might reveal something wrong with the UCL, it would not always reveal the severity of that problem, meaning that surgery would be required and doctors like Dugas would have no choice but to completely reconstruct the elbow. Big league pitchers were missing whole seasons because of partial tears. It was like repainting the whole car because of a scratch on the hood.

In general, pitchers are eventually able to regain their velocity after Tommy John, but it's a long and laborious process. The inserted tendon, which formerly made its living attached to a muscle, must learn to behave like a ligament and adhere to a bone. Nevertheless, elbow reconstruction has been the path for 43 years, leaving scores of pitchers with the telltale scar shaped like a smiley face on the inside of their elbow.

In 2012, the same year a record 36 pitchers had the procedure, Dugas started to wonder if a less invasive surgery were possible. Could there be a repair of the ligament that would cut rehabilitation to five or six months, instead of the usual 12 to 18?

Dugas has an undergraduate degree in chemical engineering from North Carolina State, and he decided to put it to use in order to try to find out. If he succeeded, it would change the game.

Courtesy Jeff Dugas

In January 2013, 17-year-old pitcher Mark Johnson began to feel pain in his left elbow just prior to the start of his junior season at Carroll High School in Ozark, Alabama.

"Like someone shot me with a little BB," he said.

That season, Johnson noticed that his velocity had decreased. This was a dire predicament for Johnson, who was obsessed with baseball. He was not a professional prospect by any means, but that hardly mattered.

"I had no other hobbies but baseball."

After the season, when he tried to pitch American Legion summer ball, Johnson's elbow throbbed with pain. By July, he couldn't even throw a ball, much less pitch in a game. He feared the worst. Without much a professional career to look forward to, losing his senior season to major surgery likely meant losing the last bit of real competitive baseball he was going to play for the rest of his life.

In August 2013, Johnson set up an appointment with Dugas, who had performed shoulder surgery on him the year before. During that appointment, Dugas did mention that Tommy John surgery was a possibility, but he also raised the option of a new experimental procedure. What if they repaired the ligament instead of replacing it? Dugas explained that such a procedure was likely to cut recovery time in half.

Obviously, Johnson was receptive.

There was uncertainty, Dugas told Johnson. The doctor wouldn't be sure that Johnson's UCL could be repaired until an incision was made and he got a closer look at the injury. Moreover, Dugas had never performed the repair procedure on a pitcher before. The last time UCL repairs had been tried on pitchers was in the 1980s, and it failed.

Still, Johnson would not be dissuaded.

Dugas had been a pitcher himself in high school and walked on at North Carolina State. He mostly threw batting practice for the Wolfpack, but he enjoyed the game so much that it was fine with him to just practice and have a place on the bench for games. After N.C. State, he went to medical school at Duke.

In 1999, after training at the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York, he accepted a fellowship with the man who would become his mentor: Dr. James Andrews. Andrews is a household name in the baseball world, and considered a foremost practitioner of Tommy John surgery. Now Dugas and another surgeon, Lyle King, are partners in Andrews' practice in Alabama, which is where Dugas decided to finally do something about over-reconstruction of torn UCLs.

Dugas credits Dr. Felix "Buddy" Savoie of Tulane University for developing a method to repair the UCL using anchors. Savoie published two papers on the procedure, in 2006 and 2008, but they did not receive any mainstream attention.

Dugas called Savoie in early 2013. Another surgeon over in Scotland, Gordon Mackay, was using a supporting tape in ankle surgery, an innovation known as the Internal Brace. Could something similar be done using Savoie's anchors and a different type of tape in elbows?

Savoie believed that it could. That February, Dugas and King started testing a construct of anchors and a bovine collagen tape that is strong enough to pull a car. Using elbows from cadavers, they put the anchors-tape construct through maneuvers on a machine that tests stress and tension.

They completed their experiments in June. The machine tests showed Dugas that an anchors-tape construct could be "at least as good" as the full reconstruction of an elbow with grafted tendon and anchors.

At that point, Dugas said, "I just needed the right patient to walk through the door."

The MTS 858 Mini Bionix II, the machine Dugas used to test the new UCL repair procedure. Courtesy Jeff Dugas

By "right person," Dugas meant a pitcher, or another athlete, with a moderately diseased or worn UCL. It couldn't be too messed up—a UCL that was a gelatinous pile of crud would have to undergo reconstruction, not repair. Due to the limitations with imaging that caused the rash of TJ surgeries in the first place, Dugas would have to make a game-time decision on which patients could be candidates for the experimental procedure. You have to see the ligament exposed to know whether you can repair it or you need to reconstruct.

"What we were looking for was a way to fix these things in younger, less injured, less clinically affected elbows that would give them the ability to return to play a little quicker," Dugas said. "TJ is 12 months plus."

And that's when the 17-year-old Johnson came in.

A gym rat of a baseball player, Johnson lived to pitch for his high school team, but his elbow injury had jeopardized his senior season. A reconstruction—traditional Tommy John surgery—would have meant missing the season. A repair meant he could play.

Dugas wouldn't know which would be possible, however, until he started operating. The date was set for on August 8, 2013. Prior to surgery, Johnson's mother had to sign two consent forms, which would allow Dugas to either repair or reconstruct the elbow, whichever was needed.

When Dugas opened up Johnson's left elbow, he was elated. The UCL was repairable. Mark Johnson would be Patient No. 1 for Dugas' procedure.

Just five months later, Johnson was throwing full velocity off a mound at Troy University, where a team of trainers was aggressively rehabbing his elbow.

"They sent me a five-minute video of Mark throwing full velocity at five months," Dugas said. "I wasn't ready to see that. I almost threw up."

Johnson recovered enough to be the starting pitcher for Carroll High School in their season opener in January 2014. He pitched in nine games that year.

"He saved my senior season," said Johnson, now 20 and a firefighter in the Ozark area. "I could have never gotten that back. I have memories now of my senior year pitching. And I can pitch batting practice to my (youth) team now."

Johnson's swift recovery challenges the conventional wisdom about surgery on the UCL. Since Tommy John had the first reconstruction while he was with the Dodgers, recovery has typically been 12 to 15 months. Some major league organizations are now stretching TJ rehabilitation to 18 months, just to be sure the elbow has healed properly.

Two years ago, Oakland Athletics general manager Billy Beane sat down next to Dugas at the Southeastern Conference baseball tournament and asked Dugas why he had not operated on high-profile pitchers. Dugas told Beane that more data had to be collected and there had to be caution.

"Good answer, Doc," Dugas recalled Beane saying.

"I wanted to make sure we would get these people back before we did any more," said Dugas. "I didn't do another one for six months. Mark Johnson was pitching full velocity in five months with no pain. We would normally not let a Tommy John throw for 18 weeks. This kid was back on the mound doing bullpens before that."

Research by American Sports Medicine Institute has found that about 80 percent of pitchers who undergo UCL reconstruction return to the same level of performance pre-surgery. Dugas expects the success rate of the new procedure to be as high or higher. At the same time, he emphasized the need to be realistic about what the repair can do.

"We have very, very carefully said this is not the greatest thing ever and that this is going to replace Tommy John surgery, we are not saying that," Dugas said. Often, major league pitchers may have too much disease in the elbow for a repair to work. "If it never helps a major league athlete, fine, because 75 percent of the ligaments we are operating on are not major league baseball players or high-level D-1 pitchers."

Dugas says he has done 160 repairs to date. He flipped through his phone to read thank you notes from parents whose children in other sports have been brought back to full health sooner, and just as safely.

Now Dugas' taping technique is making its way into Major League Baseball. Seth Maness, a 28-year-old relief pitcher in the Kansas City Royals organization, had the surgery in August 2016. Dr. George Paletta, a friend of Dugas', performed the operation.

The Royals have since called Maness up to the big leagues. He pitched for the first time on May 14, less than nine months after his UCL repair. He gave up a home run, but was credited with a win.

"We are watching him very closely," Dugas said.

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