#and of course shirt and tie for Mike

[elizabethlailolsenfan]

Hi! So I was wondering if you could do one that’s like the reader pulls Vanessa’s neck tie, and then she gets really turned on from that. And like she ends up fucking the reader in the back of her cop car :)

Just one more, love

Contains: Smut, Dirty talk, handcuff use, semi-public sex?, Slight fingering, strap-on use. Let me know what else I'm missing!

Side note: This took awhile so please forgive me!

You have had a crush on Vanessa for a while since working at Freddy Fazbears Pizzaria alongside Mike Schmitt. There was something about her that made you go crazy, but the moment Vanessa Shelly was about to leave the pizzeria, Vanessa felt a hand on her shoulder, and she knew it was you due to how you grabbed her. Vanessa turned her head with a smile on her face. "What is it, y/n?" You were nervous until you said, "I um, I wanted to give you this." You give the blonde officer a piece of paper, folded neatly in your hand. As she unfolds it, her eyes widen with surprise. It's a heartfelt letter expressing your feelings for her and how much she means to you. You anxiously await her response, hoping she feels the same way. But before Vanessa answered, you pulled on her necktie and pulled her closer, unable to contain your emotions any longer. The room fell silent as you leaned in for a passionate kiss, sealing your love for each other in that moment.

You released the kiss, and your cheeks turned red due to embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it—" Vanessa kissed you, but more deeply. Her hand was on her neck, yet you were still gripping her black necktie. Finally, she released the kiss with a smirk on her face. Vanessa looks down at your grip on the necktie and gently removes your hand, her eyes filled with amusement. "You really have a thing for my necktie, don't you?" she teases, her voice laced with affection. "Come with me." Vanessa grips your wrist and takes you outside of the Pizzaria, taking you into the backseat of her cop car.

After you and Vanessa release the kiss, both of you become breathless and your lips become puffy, Vanessa gives you a grin and loosens her necktie, your mind is running wild. “You look so fucking good underneath me like this Y/n, I can’t wait to have you like this,” Vanessa said adjusting herself on top of you. You bit your bottom lip which was a slight Vanessa loved seeing, Vanessa leaned down and kissed your puffy lips again, her hands on your hips and pulling you more to her pelvis making your legs wrap around her waist, A small strand of Vanessa's blonde hair of her ponytail comes down and her hair is slightly disheveled of her ponytail, adding to the raw and passionate atmosphere.

As she continues to move against you, her breath becomes heavy and her moans fill the car, intensifying the connection between you both. The kiss then turned messy and Vanessa couldn't help but start dry-humping you, her body pressing against yours with increasing urgency. The car windows fogged up as the heat between you grew, leaving no doubt about the intensity of your desire for each other. Vanessa kissed your neck marking you making you grip her police uniform shirt tighter, unable to resist the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. The sound of her soft whispers in your ear only fueled the fire, as you found yourselves completely lost in the moment, surrendering to the undeniable passion that consumed you both. "You're so beautiful y/n, so fucking irresistible," Vanessa whispered, her voice filled with longing.

The intensity of her gaze matched the heat radiating between you, as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you in that moment of pure desire. Vanessa kept grinding her body against yours, the rhythm of her movements syncing perfectly with the pounding of your heart. You tried to remove her uniform but she chuckled and pinned your hands above your head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Uniform stays on beautiful," Vanessa says, her voice laced with seduction. Her eyes were dark with desire, and her expression was pure lust, the intensity of her gaze making your knees weak. You could feel the heat between your legs intensify as her eyes traveled down your body, taking in every inch of you. "Vanessa…" you whimpered, desperate for her touch.

"Yes, baby? What is it? What do you want me to do to you?" Vanessa asked, her voice dripping with sex. "I- I want you." Vanessa made a small grin and kissed your lips passionately and she found the waistband of your pants, pulling them down. Vanessa grabbed her handcuffs put them around your wrists and cuffed you against the door handle, her eyes locked with yours. You felt her finger run over your folds, causing you to let out a soft moan. Vanessa bites her bottom lip as she sees how wet you are. "So wet for me… you're such a good girl," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Your breath hitched as you felt her fingers tease your entrance, sliding in and out with agonizing slowness. You whimpered, craving more, and Vanessa gave a devilish smirk. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how bad you want it." "Please… please fuck me, Vanessa," you begged, the need in your voice unmistakable. Vanessa bit her bottom lip and increased the pace of her fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You were so close, but she knew exactly how to keep you right on the edge, drawing out your ecstasy and savoring every second. Vanessa pulled out her fingers and licked them off, moaning at the taste. "Delicious. You're so fucking delicious."

"Please… please…" You were practically begging now, and Vanessa grinned. "Don't worry, love… you'll get what you want, I promise." Vanessa unbuckled her unity belt and pulled out a purple strap… did she know this was gonna happen… at this point… you're not complaining at all.

"Spread your legs wide, baby," Vanessa demanded, her voice low and husky. You obeyed, and you could see the lust in her eyes as she watched you, her pupils dilated with arousal. Once you spread your legs, Vanessa gripped your legs and pulled you closer to her, her grip was a bit rough but you liked it. She lined up the dildo and slowly pushed in, causing you to moan. Vanessa smirked and began thrusting at a steady pace, gradually increasing her speed. You let out a silent moan as the dildo rubbed against your g-spot, and Vanessa knew she had found it. She leaned forward and began kissing and sucking on your neck, marking you. You arched your back as she continued her relentless pace, the pleasure building inside you. Your eyes start to close but once Vanessa removes her lips from your neck she grips your chin and forces you to look at her, her grip is rough. "Don't you fucking dare close those pretty eyes," Vanessa says her voice laced with seduction, you could hear her voice echoing through the car. The sounds of your moans and Vanessa's heavy breathing fill the car, along with the feeling of intense pleasure as she continues her assault. The car rocked back and forth, the windows fogging up.

The heat was unbearable, but neither of you wanted to stop.

"Vanessa.." You moaned, “I love it when you moan my name like that baby…” Vanessa says. Vanessa thrusts harder and faster, her grip tightening on your thighs, her nails digging into your skin. The pain and pleasure were intoxicating, and you felt yourself getting closer to release. "There you go Y/n, let go… cum for me," Vanessa says as her pace never slowed. You let out a strangled moan as you reach your climax, but Vanessa doesn't stop, prolonging your pleasure. Her grip on your thighs loosened as she finally slowed her pace, allowing you to catch your breath. The aftershocks of your orgasm still coursed through you, and you could feel Vanessa's eyes on you, watching your every move. You grip her arms as she keeps thrusting, the sensations becoming too much for you. "Vanessa, please…" You begged, not sure if you could handle any more. Vanessa smirked, her eyes full of desire. "Just one more, love. You can do it." She began moving her hips in a circular motion, the dildo rubbing against your g-spot once again. You moaned, unable to resist the pleasure. "F-Fuck!" You moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. You couldn't take it anymore, and you reached your second climax, your body spasming with pleasure. Vanessa finally stopped and removed the dildo, a satisfied smile on her face. "You did so well, baby. You're such a good girl." Vanessa praises and gives a soft kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks flushed red and you were at a loss for words. You had just had the most intense sex of your life, and the person who made it happen was the very same person you had a crush on for the longest time.

[paradiseismine]

Finnverse kinks - Headcanons

Pairing: Finnverse characters x f!reader

Warnings: pretty spicy (duh), but no actual smut scenes.

Summary: kinks I believe each Finn character would have hehehe

Love note from Nina: would you like me to turn each kink into a full fic? let me know, lovelies!

Boris Pavlikovsky

💋 SUI (sex under the influence)

We all know that he’s a stoner, but Boris lovesss to see you all sensitive from some MDMA, shivering and moaning at the softest graze of his fingers; or laughing while riding him with a joint in your hand (he thinks you look specially sexy while doing it). Boris is already insatiable sober, but when you get high with him is a whole different story - let’s just say you’ll be really satisfied (and well, a bit sore) the next morning.

💋 Pet kink

He’ll call you bunny, kitty and other pet animal names. He got you a choker that resembles a collar, and you wear it nearly every time you two have sex. He’ll pull your face closer to his by your collar, telling you to be a good pet and do as he says. It all started with him jokingly saying that you were an animal in bed, but as time went on, he got a bit more literal with that.

💋 Daddy kink

Expect that delicious Russian accent to tell you to “cum for daddy” or to “come suck dick for daddy” multiple times during your intimacy. And of course, you have to call him daddy as well, giving him the “yes sir”, and the big pleading eyes.

If you don’t oblige, he’ll flip you over his lap and spank you until you call him daddy. “What did you want from daddy, my little girl?” and you’ll babble, so horny you’ll sound drunk “Your cock, daddy, I need your cock in my pussy, need you to stretch out my little hole real good, please”

Mike Wheeler

💋 (Not so) secret hickeys/love bites

Mikey absolutely loves to mark you as his, leaving little purple bruises on your neck, on your breasts or on your shoulders. He won’t say it to your face, but if he left a hickey on your breasts and you decide to wear a low cut shirt later that day, showing off the bruise to all of your friends, he’ll fuck you extra hard when you two get alone. Something about other people seeing how you belong to him sends this boy over the edge, and it’s his pleasure to let you know how he feels.

💋 Risky sex

Oh, so you two are going to the movies? Make sure to wear a skirt, and make sure it’s shorter this time, so you won’t draw so much attention when he starts fingering your pussy and making you stifle your moans halfway through the movie. Going camping? Good, he always wanted to get his dick sucked under a tree beneath the stars.

Basically, Mikey wants to have you in places where you two could possibly get caught, that thrill gets him rock hard in a second - and let’s face it, you have a lot of fun with it too.

💋 Panties in his pocket

Now, if you really want to drive Mike wild, try going to the bathroom, taking off your panties and sneaking them in the back pocket of his pants. You did this once at a friend’s house party, and the way he fucked you afterwards still gives you chills just thinking about it.

You can do that at a restaurant, at a trip or something along those lines - knowing you’re so naughty just for him, and so eager for him to please you that you can’t even keep your underwear on is sure to make him lose his mind. He’ll grab you by the hips as soon as you’re alone and whisper to your ear, “Does my princess need her man to take care of her, yeah? I got you, sweet girl”

Miles Fairchild

💋 Shibari

It goes without saying that this one here is a dom - we all know it by now - but he absolutely loves to tie you up. Mostly he uses actual ropes, but he has bought a myriad of different materials to tie you up with, just to, you know, switch things up. He’ll tie you up to the ceiling, completely naked, and fuck you without moving a muscle himself, just from your swinging at the ropes. He’ll bounce you on his cock and say something like “ah, now you’re just the way I like it, all exposed and tied up for me to use, my little puppet sex doll”

💋 Free use

Speaking of “use”, Miles loves some free use. He loves to lower your pants or lift up your dress out of the blue and fuck you senseless. He’ll also lower your top’s spaghetti straps and suckle on your boobs like a starving baby whenever he wants, stroking himself in the mean time.

It goes both ways, though: you’re free to pump him hard and make him fuck your tight slit as much as you want and whenever you want, or force his face onto your pussy to get him to eat you out. He basically never says no, and is always eager to please his slutty princess however she wants.

💋 Knife play

He gets all hot and heavy when you declutter your closet: that means that some old/stained clothes, that would normally be discarded, now get to be cut through by his knife. Miles gets FERAL when you let him cut through your clothes to undress you. It’s all about how dominant he feels doing that.

On special occasions, you’d even let him do a small cut on a less visible/less prone to excessive bleeding part of your body. That boy is a sucker for your blood and will lick it all off in a split second.

Trevor Spengler

💋 Soft domination

Trev is a softer dom - he’s way more likely to praise you instead of degrading you and doesn’t leave as many bruises or marks on your body, preferring his dominance to be more mental. But you must remember: he’s in charge, and he’ll gladly remind you of that if you dare forget it for a mere second.

Prepare yourself for some hair pulling, sensual biting, spanking and harsh groping, lotsss of getting asked “whose pussy is this, baby girl?” and “all wet and needy, aren’t you? what should I do to you first?” as his delicious raspy voice makes your brain melt away with lust.

💋 Breeding

Huge breeding kink, this one. It all boils down to his “modern hero” nature - he wants to save you, to protect you, to be your lifeline. And knowing that you would potentially trust him to father your children drives this boy wild.

He’ll always say things like “You got such a tight little pussy, princess, can I cum inside you already?”, “I’m gonna fill you up to the brim tonight, love” or “I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum, you won’t even be able to hold it all inside you”. So, uh…Pulling out? Not his game. Your pussy leaking with his cum and it dripping down your legs the whole day sounds way more fun.

💋 Car sex

The Ectomobile and Trevor have a long history together by now, and he wants you to be part of it. Whether you are sitting on the hood of the car or bent over it, or lying on the backseat, or got one leg to each side of his waist behind the steering wheel, Trev will never deny any sexual advances in his car. Quickies? Long, elaborate sex? He’s down. Sucking his dick while he drives is a particular favorite, and it makes him cum a lot sooner than usual, he just can’t hold it in - you look so hot, so slutty, so submissive doing that, he loves it.

Ziggy Katz

💋 Sex tape kink

Besides also liking nudes and sexting, it’s when you’re home and his camera is fully charged that this boy gets the most throbbing erections. You don’t even have to actually press the record button if you don’t want to, but just the fantasy of recording or (even better) live-streaming your sex makes Ziggy feel like he might explode. He’ll tell you to “smile for the camera” as he cums in your face, get you on all fours and pound into your pussy from behind as you moan and watch your own face contort in pleasure by looking at the camera’s viewfinder.

💋 Exhibitionism

Filming your intimacy is merely a small part of Ziggy’s main kink: exhibitionism. He absolutely loves to discreetly grab your butt in public while you two walk together, to swiftly get his hand under your skirt while kissing at a corner of a party, all that silly stuff. He just wants everyone to know he bagged such a babe. You’re so pretty he still can’t believe you like him and wanted to be his girlfriend - so now he’s gotta show you off as much as he can (well, as much as you’ll let him, ‘cause this boy would fuck you in front of an audience if he could).

💋 Feet

Ziggy will kiss your feet whenever they’re reachable when you two are getting it on. He’ll always compliment your pedicure, call you his goddess, say how soft and beautiful your feet are. Occasionally, he’ll ask for a footjob, saying things like “You’re so gorgeous, love, I bet you could make me cum using only your feet” or “let’s put that red pedicure you just got for a better use, huh?” He just worships you all over, but there’s something about your feet that gets him specially hard.

[lady-lostmind]

Fuck

Love is: Just a four-letter word.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 1658 | Rating: E

ao3 link or under the cut.

Eddie stares as Steve bends over to tie his shoes, jeans pulling tight against his ass. 

“Fuck.” 

Steve glances over at him as he straightens up brow furrowing. “You okay?”

Eddie clears his throat and looks away, nodding. “Yeah, uh. I’m good.” 

Steve narrows his eyes and pushes past him. “Okay, weirdo.” 

–

Eddie leans against the counter at Family Video, eyes trailing after Steve as he puts videos back on the shelf. Robin comes around the corner and piles up a stack of movies in Steve’s arms before hurrying off again to finish working through her rewind stack. Steve rolls his eyes and tries to put the movies on his cart but the top of the stack slides sideways and hit the floor. Steve sighs, hands on hips and bends down to pick them up–

“Fuck.”

Steve’s eyes flick over to him as he sets the tapes on his cart. “What happened?”

Eddie’s brows shoot up, disappearing under his bangs. “What?”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. “It sounded like you hurt yourself or something.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “Oh no–uh. I’m fine.”

–

Eddie is lounging in a pool chair next to Robin, sunglasses on, eyes forward.

It’s not his fault that forward happens to be where Steve sits, rubbing sunscreen on his freckle covered back and arms. Moving slowly to his hairy, broad chest and– 

“Fuck.” 

Robin elbows him, making him jump. “Idiot.” 

Eddie rubs his arm and kicks at her. “What was that for?”

Robin scoffs and rolls her eyes. 

Eddie looks back to Steve and catches him looking at him, a smirk plastered on his face. 

–

Eddie shifts awkwardly, trying his best to pay attention to whatever Dustin is rambling on about but it’s hard when Steve is over in the driveway playing one on one with Lucas in his stupid little jock shorts, getting all sweaty and pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe off his brow–

“Fuck.”

Dustin shoves his shoulder. “Are you even listening to me?” 

Eddie locks eyes with Steve whose cheeks flush red before he turns back to the game.

–

Steve leans in close to Eddie, reaching past him to grab a beer from the fridge, his free hand landing on Eddie’s shoulder as he pulls back, giving it a little squeeze. Eddie freezes, the smell of Steve’s cologne washing over him and clouding his thoughts. He watches as Steve walks out of the room, the sway of his hips pulling Eddie’s attention–

“Fuck.”

He swears he hears Steve chuckle from the hall. 

–

Eddie’s eyes flick across the room as he hears Robin’s loud snort, and watches her swat Steve on the arm and shake her head. Both of their eyes flash over to Eddie, and Robin’s laughter picks up while Steve’s eyes go wide and dart away. Eddie’s brow furrows and he pushes off the wall, ignoring Mike and Dustin’s protests and complaints of him ignoring them. Because, well. Obviously. 

Eddie crosses his arms and leans next to Steve whose cheeks are bright red. “Were you guys just talking about me?” 

Robin opens her mouth, but Steve quickly covers it with his hand and shakes his head. “Of course not. Why would you think that?” 

Robin rolls her eyes and pulls herself out of Steve’s grasp, grumbling about wanting to dance and tugging Steve along behind her. 

Steve shrugs and looks over his shoulder at Eddie, shooting him a little wink before he disappears around the corner.

“Fuck.”

–

Eddie sits on the couch, legs sprawled out, a big bowl of popcorn in his lap. He grabs a handful, shoving it in his mouth as Steve and Robin make their way in with the rest of the snacks. Robin makes her way to her and Steve’s usual spot on the loveseat, curling up in the corner and ripping open a bag of Twizzlers. The couch dips next to him and Eddie’s eyes flash over to Steve in shock as he tries to get comfortable, scoffing as he pushes at Eddie’s legs. 

“Could you give me some room, Eds?” 

Eddie just stares at him with wide eyes, mouth still full of popcorn.

Steve rolls his eyes and picks up Eddie’s legs, scooting himself under them before letting them drop again, his hand landing on Eddie’s thigh. 

Eddie sucks in a breath, shooting popcorn into the back of his throat and making him cough. 

“Fu–ck.” 

Steve looks at him with concern, hand squeezing his leg. “You okay?”

Meanwhile Robin rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

–

Steve passes Eddie the half smoked joint as he lets out a cloud of smoke smiling when he catches Eddie’s heavy eyes trailing over him. Steve waggles his eyebrows, making Eddie’s face flush and his eyes flick away, a nervous laugh bubbling out of his chest. 

Steve shifts on the couch, grabbing the joint back from Eddie and taking a long drag. He leans in, bringing their mouths close together, lips almost brushing. Eddie’s mouth pops open in surprise, laughter going silent as Steve blows the smoke he’s been holding into his mouth, a little smile pulling at his mouth as he leans back and swipes his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip before getting up and asking if Eddie wants something to drink. Eddie nods numbly, eyes following Steve as he leaves the room. 

“Fuck.”

–

Eddie sits, legs spread wide, leaning back on the back legs of his lawn chair as he chuckles at something Robin mumbles to him when there’s suddenly a hot weight plopping into his lap, the chair jerking back down to the ground. Eddie’s hands instinctively grab onto the intrusion to steady himself. It just happens to be Steve’s waist that he grabs. Eddie’s eyes flick up to his face, mouth hanging open. 

“Uh– Hi.” Eddie’s face flashes bright red as he takes in Steve’s cocky grin. 

Steve drapes an arm around Eddie’s shoulder, making himself comfortable. “Hi!”

Robin grumbles and gets up, heads inside, leaving them alone. 

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “Uh– Something wrong with your chair over there, Harrington?” 

Steve shrugs and shakes his head. “No. It’s fine.” Steve’s eyes flash menacingly before he leans in close, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Just a little harder to do this all the way over there.” 

Eddie’s brows scrunch together. “Do wh–”

Steve presses their lips together, bringing a hand up to cup the back of Eddie’s head. Steve licks lighty along Eddie’s bottom lip before pulling back with a sly grin and patting Eddie’s cheek before hopping off his lap and following Robin inside. 

Eddie stares after him, dumbfounded, and brings his hand up to rub his fingers along his lips.

“Fuck.” 

–

Eddie pulls open the door to his trailer with a grumble, his hair is a mess and he’s only in a pair of old sweats because it’s fucking early. Who the hell–

Steve pushes him inside, slamming the door behind him and crowding Eddie against the wall. Eddie’s heart slams into his throat. His eyes go wide as he takes in Steve’s annoyed stance in front of him. Hands on his hips and all. Eddie must be in trouble. 

“Are you ever going to take the hint and make a move, Munson?” Steve shifts, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Eddie’s brain whirls, trying to catch up. “Oh, uh–”

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking hurt now. A little embarrassed. “I guess I… misread things. I’m uh– sorry, Eds. I’ll leave you alone.” 

Eddie shakes his head, brain finally getting on the same wavelength and realizing he’s blowing this. 

“Steve, wait! No! I–” He reaches out and grabs Steve’s wrist before he walks back through the door. “I thought you were just…fucking with me, honestly. I didn’t know–”

Steve’s face drops and then he chuckles, shaking his head. “Let me make myself very clear then, Eds. I like you.” Steve moves in close, bringing a hand up to trail his finger along Eddie’s jaw. “I’d really like to kiss you now. If that’s okay.” 

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, eyes dipping down to stare at Steve’s plush lips, and watches as his tongue peeks out to swipe along his bottom lip, leaving it wet and shiny. 

“Fuck.” 

–

Eddie tugs Steve onto his lap, groaning when he grinds his hips down, pressing perfectly against his throbbing dick. He grips Steve’s hips and pushes down, pulling him forward and back to encourage the movement. To keep feeling the way his tip rubs against the zipper of jeans. Just shy of painful. 

Steve pulls back from the kiss and Eddie whines, catching a glint in Steve’s eye as he slides off his lap and onto his knees between Eddie’s legs. 

Eddie’s eyes go wide, his breath catching as Steve reaches up to undo his belt buckle. He just stares in awe, wondering how he managed to get so fucking lucky as Steve gets him out of his pants, licks his lips, and leans forward taking him into his mouth and–

“FUCK.” 

–

Eddie thrusts forward, sinking further into Steve. Searing hot surrounding him as he savors each inch, drawing it out as long as possible until– 

Steve wiggles beneath him. “Please, Eds.”

Eddie lets out a low moan, trying desperately to not lose control over Steve’s needy pleas. 

“Fuck.” 

He pulls back and slams back in, a wide smile spreading across his face when it pulls a shuddering moan from Steve’s throat. 

–

Steve smiles sweetly at Eddie, reaching out and tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. They’re almost nose to nose, limbs tangled together under the covers. Steve’s eyes look at him, full of adoration and–

“I love you, Eds.” 

Eddie takes a deep breath, cupping Steve’s face in his hand and leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “Fuck.” 

He pulls back to look in his eyes again, rubbing his thumb along Steve’s jaw. “Me too, baby.”

[octuscle]

I was wondering if you could help? I like the guy I am but I’m very plain like I know I’m very average. Average body, height, dress sense… Everyone I know just seems way more interesting and I worry I’m the boring member of my friends. Could you help me stand out from the crowd?

Putting on a light gray suit was extravagant by your standards. And indeed not a bad strategy to stand out from the crowd. All the other men at the congress wore dark gray, sometimes dark blue at most. You were one of the birds of paradise here. When you look in the mirror before your speech, you get nervous. Since you bought the suit, you've put on a few kilograms. The jacket stretches a little over your stomach. You prefer to leave the button undone. You think about whether it was right to choose a tie and pocket square in the same color. You have to talk about your division's forecast in front of 2,000 colleagues. Of course you know the slides inside out. But you have stage fright. You feel sick.

You are called to the stage with "The next speaker is Mike from Controlling, who is going to talk about business development". You go through the column of figures on the slides. There is a commotion in the auditorium. Yes, controlling is boring. And reading out figures is not exactly the best entertainment. But you're not here as an entertainer either.

You have to take off your jacket. For one thing, you're getting warm. For another, it restricts you. You have to move around the stage. There's nothing more boring than people standing rigidly at a lectern. You pause briefly, turn around, study the figures, turn back to your audience and present your vision for the next quarter's business development.

You know exactly how many people are disappointed when you don't show them your tight ass. But damn, your front is not to be sneezed at either. The Autitorum hangs on your lips. Your slides are exemplary. You are a natural rhetorical talent. And yes, you are fucking hot!

The white spotlights become a light organ. The fog machines kick in. You are the show act at the end of the first day of the conference. You take off your T-shirt. The women (and a few men) scream. And for a few seconds, which feel like hours to your fans, you simply stand on stage, silent and motionless.

Then you take the microphone and ask if everyone is ready for rock'n'roll. The screaming gets louder. And you rock the house.

Average? Nothing about you is average.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: Writeblr Interview

Thanks to @cowboybrunch for the tag, this looks fun!

Long post incoming.

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Short stories, novels, or poems?

I find I end up with novelette/novella-length stories more often than not. I've written plenty of one-shots and short stories for prompt events, and I like doing that especially when I'm doing fanfiction or nameless characters. When I write with ocs though I tend to stretch stuff out and what had originally started as a one-shot or short story ends up becoming a novella.

Don't get me wrong I have plenty of WIPs planned out to be novels (like Trials of the Six), but the first drafts of The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure and The Legend of Orian Goldeneye were both novella-length and will probably stay that way or end up being longer. My Hero x Villain series ended up being a novelette, so basically I can't plan for how long a story's gonna be lol.

I've written a little bit of poetry (heck, I wrote one for The Legend of Orian Goldeneye that may or may not get cut), but it's not my favorite thing to write because I way overthink things. But when I do compose poetry I usually do limericks.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy, no contest. And within fantasy, usually High Fantasy with a lightcore or hopecore focus. I read some gritty stuff, but I find they tend to have elements I don't really like more than the ones I do.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

Both? I like having an idea of where the story's gonna go, and I plan that out either before writing or while writing, so I don't get stuck. But it's really loose and gives plenty of room for the characters to go feral. I'm in the middle, but I lean more panster than plotter.

What music do you listen to while writing?

Soundtracks, usually from videogames or movies. I really should start organizing my two writing playlists by vibes other than calming music and boss fight-type, but I'm pretty happy with how I have it now. I also have some seasonal aesthetic playlists which match the vibe of the current weather.

Field Music Playlist (calming background soundtracks)

Boss Fight Playlist (pump-up, more exciting soundtracks)

Seasonal Aesthetics: Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter

Favorite books/movies?

Oh goodness.

Uhhhh. UHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

My knee-jerk answer for favorite movie is and always will be The Princess Bride. But I also really like Back to the Future, The Martian, and Clue.

With books I tend to separate them into categories. For fantasy I would say it's a tie between Dragonlance: Dragons of Autumn Twilight by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, The Death Gate Cycle: Hand of Chaos by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, Mistborn: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson, and Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynn Jones.

For sci-fi it's The Martian by Andy Weir, followed closely by Skyward by Brandon Sanderson.

My favorite classic is Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, followed by Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.

And for nonfiction I like Stuck by Justina Van Manen, The Healing Imperative by Mike Aquilina, and Beautiful Holiness by Kathleen Beckman.

And of course the Holy Bible and the Catechism of the Catholic Church.

Any current WIPs?

This post is getting long enough already, I talk about my WIPs here and they're all linked in my pinned post in one way or another.

Create a character description of yourself:

Quiet, and keeps to herself. Never without a book, never without a rosary. Her brown hair is long, reaching nearly past her waist, and often kept up in a ponytail or a braid. She dresses mostly in dark colors, black jeans or skirt and a shirt or blouse that is black, navy, or gray, but occasionally wears a bright shirt. She wears little to no makeup unless she feels like being extra fancy. She always has a ring on her right hand, and usually a bracelet that matches her outfit, both of which she fiddles with. Her friends are few but she loves them dearly, and they are often on her mind. Though she may be quiet most of the time, she never hesitates to speak up for what she believes in.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Eh... not really. I know my own thoughts and experiences much better than those around me and I wouldn't wish a lot of the stuff I do to my characters on the people I know so it just feels kinda weird to me.

Are you kill happy with your characters?

I find I like to bring my characters to the brink of death and back again rather than just killing them unless I want to write about grief. I'm more kill happy with immortal characters for the same reason.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Usually just water, but if I can get my favorite iced coffee drink than I'd be happy to drink that.

Slow or fast writer?

It varies depending on the amount of research I have to do in a scene, but I think I write pretty fast. I haven't measured my words-per-minute in a while but it was pretty good if I recall correctly.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

I'd love to be a guide of some kind, part of the group enough that I won't get killed off. I'm pretty good with navigation and maps, and I'd like to have powers (minor ones, not overpowered) but that would depend on the fantasy world.

Most fav book cliche:

Scoundrel with a heart of gold. I eat that up like a starving woman. Han Solo, Mat Cauthon, Ifan Ben-Medz, etc. Draven Cozenson, Diana Ozborne and Korfel Domin are two oc examples.

Least favorite cliche:

Love triangles. Frustrates me to no end, especially how most of them are resolved and how they really only seem to drive wedges in the fandoms (Keeper of the Lost Cities fandom, I'm looking at you.) I have no love triangles in my stories and I never will. I have minimal romance anyway but in the two I got there is no competition.

Favorite scene to write?

*evil grin* Love writing the whump or hurt/comfort scenes, all my ocs get whumped in some form or another, and I have fun every single time.

Reason for writing?

Creative expression, love for my ocs, with a dash of "I maked these :D"

In all seriousness, it's a hobby that I love. It sparks joy and it's a craft that I continuously improve upon and the more I write the better I get at writing. I also occasionally fantasize about publishing one day and my books having fandoms of their own. Maybe that will happen someday.

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This was fun! Tagging @fourwingedwriter @phoenixradiant @thewritingautisticat @writingphoenix @somethingclevermahogony

@agirlandherquill @happypup-kitcat24 @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @geode-crystal @pluttskutt and open tag! :D

Blank list under the cut:

Short stories, novels, or poems?

What genre do you prefer reading?

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

What music do you listen to while writing?

Favorite books/movies?

Any current WIPs?

Create a character description of yourself:

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Slow or fast writer?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche:

Least favorite cliche:

Favorite scene to write?

Reason for writing?

[eightfifteen]

Clothing gate season 1: decoding the colors!

Easy enough - everyone has a designated color based on their room.

Lucas is red

Max is orange

El is pink (hard to distinguish i know but it's pink)

Dustin is green

Will is yellow (ofc)

Mike is blue (also note the pillowcase striped in the party colors - red, blue, green, and yellow)

This color follows them into their clothing choices. It's not as obvious as the rooms of course. They all seem to gravitate towards blue as the neutral color in their outfits (Mike), and of course not every outfit is as significant.

What's interesting is that they tend to all start of as blue/neutral colors in the first scene, and everyone except for Mike has yellow accents in their clothing -- a nod to Will's disappearance no doubt.

In the second scene, their colours are once again established

Mike has blue - with yellow stripes; he's clearly upset about Will and that's on his mind. Lucas obviously has the red sleeves, and Dustin is a greenish-blue. it's mostly blue but I think it's because they generally shy away from the color green in the first season.

Now, this is the first color we see El in (other than the hospital gown) - it's yellow. Will's color. It's during the time that she's wearing this that she's mistaken for Will - the guys at Benny's thought it could have been Will, Hopper thinks she's Will, and the boys find her in the forest when they were looking for will.

I can talk forever about how El's clothing represents who's got a hold on her or who's influencing her the most. For all of season 1 and 2, she's always in someone else's clothing. This shows how much thought they put into using clothing to tie people together.

Here we have El in Mike's clothing, while Mike is telling her what to do and wear.

I'm not the first to say this but something something pink blonde girl with boy in blue as imagery for what they think they should be feeling.

Dustin back in a green-blueish shirt, Lucas in red/warm colors, El is wearing her I want to fit in outfit covered up by Mike's jacket, and Mike is in YELLOW - his mind is clearly on finding Will.

Here we once again establish the importance of the clothing imagery - El realising she's pretending to be something she's not, she's not being honest and hiding what she's done.

Funnily enough, he's wearing yellow (and green?) when he kisses El. The most non-Mike outfit in the entire show - I can perceive it as green and brown/warm tone stripes, indicating that he's probably being influenced by Lucas and Dustin (aka pushed into thinking he has feelings for El). El is already wearing Hopper's jacket, pointing towards the shift in influence and who's taking care of her.

Meanwhile - back in episode one, this is Will's outfit as he goes missing:

still the yellow striped shirt of course, yet in the jacket he puts on as he leaves, there's a lot of red color, bringing out the red in his sleeves more easily. This hints at him being in danger -- the Upside Down pulling at him. (more on this in season 2)

Here you see Will at the end of season 1 - the only other outfit he gets to wear other than the hospital gown or flashbacks. His shirt is red, not Will's color, indicating that the Upside Down / Vecna still has its hold on him. He's still not safe.

[andiwriteordie]

Secret relationship Byler on a Valentine’s Day date that gets spotted by Elumax

Naturally chaos ensues

piper!

okay this was so fun, and i am a sucker for secret relationship byler (and elumax omg my whole heart)! hope you enjoy!

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7: i loved you in secret 

Will Byers has a secret.

It’s not a bad secret—actually, far from that. It’s actually a really, really good secret, and it’s one that makes Will smile to himself and kind of giggle like a kid when he stops to think about it. It’s that kind of secret. 

Will Byers has a secret.

And his secret? 

It’s Mike Wheeler.

Yeah, so nobody knows this secret except for Mike himself, but Will has been dating Mike for… a little over a month now. The two of them got together on New Year’s Eve actually, when Mike caught Will off guard and kissed on at midnight while the two of them were getting some fresh air. Since then, not that much has changed between the two of them, other than the fact that they kiss and cuddle and do other “couple” stuff now. They’ve always spent all their time together, but now… now, they get to do it as boyfriends.

The only thing is Mike isn’t actually out to anyone yet, and that’s fine, of course. It’s difficult being gay in the eighties to begin with, and even though the Party lives in California now for college, it’s still a bit of an adjustment to remind themselves that this isn’t wrong. It’s not wrong for guys to love other guys or for girls to love other girls or for people to love both or neither. It’s not wrong, but undoing all the shit they’ve heard growing up is hard.

So, they’re taking their relationship slow and keeping it a secret until Mike feels ready to come out to everyone. He’s getting there, Will thinks, and just based on conversations the two of them have had recently, Will thinks his boyfriend will probably be ready to tell the Party soon. 

Until then though, Will is honestly fine with keeping their relationship a secret. Honestly, it’s a little bit fun, especially since the other Party members can be nosy as hell. With their relationship a secret right now, they can keep this just for the two of them. Their relationship is just for Will and Mike—not for anyone else. They don’t have to worry about prying questions or nosy best friends when nobody knows about their relationship. They can just be together.

And for Will, that’s all that matters.

But being in a secret relationship does pose a few extra hurdles to get past—namely trying to figure out how to go on dates without getting caught by their friends. It’s actually kind of difficult, since most of their favorite places to frequent also just so happen to be the Party’s favorite places to go to together.

So, that’s exactly how Will finds himself in a little Italian restaurant over an hour away from campus, dressed in a nice dress shirt and dress pants and a fucking tie—because Mike had insisted upon taking Will out for a fancy, grown-up date.

(His words. Not Will’s.)

Somehow, he’d even managed to snag a couple of fake IDs for the two of them, and so, Will is a little bit tipsy on champagne that is way too fucking expensive and doesn’t even taste that good. But honest to God, he doesn’t care, because Mike keeps smiling across the table at him, and his cheeks are flushed from the wine and from the flirting, and Will is just so happy that he could cry.

Never ever in a million years did Will think he could have this—with Mike least of all—and never ever did he think he’d be brave enough to be out here in public with his boyfriend. But then again, after surviving a hell dimension, the end of the world, and an interdimensional war, Will thinks he’s probably braver than he gives himself credit for.

At the end of the day though, it’s Mike who gives him the strength and the courage to keep going. Mike and the love he has for Will is something that makes Will feel brave—brave enough to survive the most terrifying place Will has ever been in, brave enough to keep going even though the odds were stacked against them, brave enough to fight monsters and horrors no one should ever have to face, and brave enough to sit here, in public and smile and laugh and just be with the man he loves.

His relationship with Mike is the best thing that’s ever happened to Will. And this night—getting dressed up and pretending to be older than they are and actually getting to be themselves out in the world together—is definitely one of the best nights of Will’s life.

…

Until it isn’t.

Because when Will is about halfway through his way too fancy Italian dish, the front door of the restaurant opens.

His sister walks into the restaurant.

And Will nearly chokes on his food.

“Shit,” Will coughs, sinking lower into his seat. “Shit.”

A confused look forms on Mike’s face. “What?” he asks, voice full of concern. “What’s wrong? Will? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Will reassures, and he glances back at the door, wincing as El goes up to the hostess and starts talking to her. “But look who just walked in.”

Mike’s brow furrows, and his line of sight goes to the front door. All at once, his eyes widen, and his face turns bright red. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” he whispers, sinking lower into his seat just like Will is doing right now. “Lucas and Max are here?”

“What?” Will spins around again, and sure enough, Lucas and Max are walking into the restaurant now, their arms linked together. “I was talking about El! What are Lucas and Max doing here?”

“No clue,” Mike says with a wince, “but I, uh… I think they’re all together actually.”

Will’s eyes wide, and again, he turns around just in time to see Max and Lucas walk up to El. Max places a little kiss on El’s cheek, and Will watches as his sister beams, looking happier than he’s ever seen her before. 

Then, in a move that’s even stranger, Lucas does the same, planting a little kiss on El’s cheek and then on Max’s, and Will’s jaw drops open.

“Holy shit,” Will whispers, turning back around to his boyfriend. “Are the three of them together?”

Mike shrugs slightly, and he reaches for his glass of champagne, taking a small sip and scrunching his nose. “Kinda looks like it,” he remarks. “That… actually makes a lot of sense.”

It does, in fact, make a lot of sense. El and Max have been close for years now—ever since that summer with the Mind Flayer—and when Max was missing in the Upside Down, El and Lucas grew a lot closer too. Will supposes it’s not that hard to imagine the three of them would end up in a relationship together.

What is hard to imagine is that El didn’t tell him.

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me,” Will grumbles, glancing back at his sister. Currently, her arm is linked with Max’s, and she’s bending down slightly to rest her head on Max’s shoulder. “I had no idea!”

A quiet laugh escapes Mike’s lips, and Will turns back around to see his boyfriend smiling in amusement. “Will,” he chuckles, “I really don’t think you’re in a position to get mad at El for keeping a secret relationship from you.”

Warmth rises to Will’s cheeks. Okay, that’s fair, but still, it’s the principle of the matter. He imagines El will probably be upset when she finds out Will kept his own relationship from her, so… Will’s going to let himself have this.

“Oh, shit,” Mike mutters. 

“What?” Will blinks, and he looks around in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“The hostess is bringing them this way,” Mike says with a wince. “You don’t think…”

His voice trails off, and he glances at the empty table that’s right next to theirs. It’s set for four people, and if they have a reservation for three, it would make sense…

Oh, shit.

“There’s no way we’d be that unlucky,” Will laughs nervously. “Right?”

Mike winces again, and he looks around the room. “Uh… considering there’s almost no other open tables…”

Will curses under his breath, glancing over his shoulder. The hostess is almost to the empty table now, with Lucas, Max, and El trailing after her. “We could leave,” Will offers, just to be helpful. “Maybe they won’t see us? I mean… I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell them if you aren’t ready.”

The look on Mike’s face softens, and he smiles back at Will, soft and sweet. “We’re not leaving,” he says, shaking his head. “There’s no way I’m letting those three ruin our date. Besides, we were here first.”

He pauses here and shrugs slightly. “And if they ask about it,” Mike muses, “I’ll just tell them the truth. I mean… I was thinking about telling the others soon anyways, and I think I’m ready… so, it’s okay, Will.”

There’s something so genuine in his voice and something so soft in his eyes, and Will can’t help but smile at his boyfriend. Pride blossoms all inside his chest, warm and gentle. Coming out is never easy, and so all Will can feel right now is so much pride and so much love.

“Okay,” he says softly. “As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Mike promises, reaching his hand out for Will to take. “I love you. And I don’t care who knows about it.”

Will’s stomach does a nervous little somersault, and he smiles again, taking his boyfriend’s hand. “I love you too,” he whispers back.

Then, before he can say anything else, the hostess finally sits Lucas, Max, and El down at the table right next to them. Both Lucas and El clearly look surprised to see them, and they barely pay any attention to the little spiel the hostess gives about their waiting coming over soon. 

Finally, the hostess leaves, and Will smiles awkwardly, lifting his free hand in a little wave. “Hi,” he greets, looking directly at his sister.

“Hi,” El says slowly, her eyes darting back and forth between Will and Mike. “Um…”

“Early Valentine’s Day date,” Mike explains, and surprise forms on all three of their faces. “We wanted to beat the crowds and get away from campus.”

Lucas and El exchange a look, while Max squeezes El’s hand. An understanding seems to pass between the three of them, and Lucas offers a sheepish smile. “Us too,” he admits. “Figured it’d be easier to…”

“Hide your secret relationship?” Will guesses with a teasing smile.

All three of them have the audacity to look a little embarrassed, so that certainly makes Will feel a little bit better. “Yep,” Max confirms, her cheeks bright red. “Same with you?”

“Yep.” Mike nods. “What are the chances?”

“What are the chances,” El echoes faintly, and she glances over at Will, offering him an apologetic smile.

I am sorry, her expression seems to say. For not telling you.

Will just gives her one in return. It’s okay. Me too.

“So… I, uh… I guess we’ll let you guys get back to your date,” Lucas says awkwardly. “Sorry for… bothering you?”

Will can’t help but laugh, and he picks up his glass of champagne, taking a small sip of it. “All good,” he promises, even though he feels probably just as embarrassed as Lucas, El, and Max do. “Um… enjoy your date?”

“You too,” Max says with another awkward smile. 

An uncomfortable silence settles over both tables, and Will glances back at his boyfriend. There’s an amused look on Mike’s face, and when he catches Will’s eye, he raises an eyebrow, as if to say, That could’ve been worse. Will just nods in agreement and takes another sip of his champagne, ignoring the way it burns just a little when it goes down.

“Um, guys?” 

Will looks up at the sudden interruption, and he looks over at the table full of his best friends. “Yeah?”

“How are we going to tell Dustin about this?” Lucas, who had spoken up first, asks with another wince. “Or do we just… you know…”

His voice trails off, but the question doesn’t go unasked.

Do you still want to keep this a secret?

Mike purses his lips together, as if considering what to do with this situation. “We can figure it out later,” he says finally. “For right now…”

He glances over at Will, a soft but mischievous look in his eyes, and he squeezes Will’s hand again. “It’ll be our little secret,” Mike decides.

[dudeshusband]

Words: 334

Ship: Mike x Dude

Description: Drabblecember Day 1: Cold Weather

Mike shivered and pulled their coat closer to themselves as they stood at their post outside the Hotel Alamo. Somehow, after living the past 3 years in Presidio County, Texas, they were still surprised that the late falls and winters could be so cold in such a barren place. 

Their boyfriend, Dude, walked out of the hotel, wearing his characteristic black tie and a coat made of stiff cotton. He rubbed his tanned hands together and blew into them. 

“It’s so damned cold,” he said. 

Mike looked him over and smiled, “So you can button your shirt all the way.” 

Dude instinctively looked down at his checkered blue shirt. “I only wear ‘em like that because it gets so hot.” 

“Uh huh.” 

“You don’t believe me?” 

Mike shook their head, “Nope.” 

He lifted his hat and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I don’t have anythin’ to be ashamed of.”

“You sure don’t,” Mike said. 

“Now, it’s button up or freeze.” 

“We could always cuddle up to keep warm.” 

He smiled and came closer to them.

"It's not a bad idea. You're always so soft."

He took them into a tight embrace. Mike felt the rough material of his coat on their face. Not liking the sensation, they moved to nuzzle into his neck. 

“I’d like to stay like this all day,” Dude said. “But I ain’t gettin’ paid to cuddle you.” 

Mike mumbled into his neck, “It could be arranged.” 

Mike felt Dude’s full body laugh as he held them.

“You’ll pay me to cuddle you?” 

“If it gets me more cuddles.” 

Dude pulled away with an amused glint in his eye. “You’ll just have to make do.” 

He kissed them goodbye on the cheek. “See you later?”

“I’ll be in a bundle of blankets in my room. It’ll be a game of ‘find the needle in the haystack’.” 

“Find the Mike in the bundle of blankets. Sounds fun. What do I get for winnin’?

“Me, of course,” they said. 

“You’re the prize? Can’t get better than that.” 

Mike smiled and shook their head fondly. “See you later.” 

“See you later.” 

[possum-quesadilla]

New ‘Time is a Flat Circle’ chapter is up, which means more details under the cut! The universe set out to kill me before I finished this chapter but it was unsuccessful

Chapter six:

- This chapter’s title is a continuation of the lyrics from the first chapter, which is again from “The Heroine” by Unwoman. Beetlejuice actually has to start facing and feeling all of the emotions and hurt from the loops!

- “She didn’t even get a “I sure hope it does!” To her “Road work ahead?”.” Lydia is, of course, referencing one of my favorite vines here. She forced Beetlejuice to watch a compilation right away so he could understand more of her jokes.

- “It had a strange metal lining she was sure wasn’t there before.” … “Yeah. Iron impedes ghosts. Duh.” This is all based on info that was told to me about an odd door in my great grandmother’s house that was lined with iron. A family member told me it was to keep ghosts out, and that “iron stops ghosts, obviously”.

- “Sweaters from Aunt Kerry” A fun little nod to Barbara’s original actor, Kerry Butler!

- “… as she stepped on something soft, squishy, and uneven,” This was his tail! That’s probably why he yelled so loud.

- Another note: I forgot to point out something that will not really be directly addressed from chapter five! “Adam heard a rythmic thumping noise from the demon that he wasn’t quite sure of the origin of.” This is from BJ’s tail hitting the ground repeatedly, like a cat’s does when it’s angry. I’m sure he’s glad it was too dark for them to see it!

- “Lydia! My best friend, my pal!” And “Lydia, my homeboy, my rotten soldier,” Are a reference to a line from What We Do in the Shadows that I quote way too often.

- “The pair of them stood out like horseshoe crabs in a freshwater environment,” This is a line from my favorite youtube series, Bigtop Burger. Check it out if you like dead little freaks like Beetlejuice.

- “The plain white shirt that said “human babies are mysterious and I don’t trust them” and the bright red long-sleeve that read “God won’t let me die”” Based on real thrifted clothing I’ve seen posted online and really, really want

- “He was even absentmindedly chewing on one of the plastic tags.” Haha, I do that.

- “hammer space” Is honestly a bit more accurate than ‘pocket dimension’, since he uses it mostly for comedic effect.

- Beetlejuice wants to watch Edward Scissorhands because he likes to see movies that make “monsters” sympathetic. He wants to watch The Princess Bride because he wants to see a happy ending.

- “a black leather notebook. She had many like it, and like all the rest, this one was unused. (They’re just too perfect to start using, y’know?).” This is taken straight from what many of my more artistically inclined friends do. The journals are only collecting dust, bestie!! Use them!!

- “Ah. He wants me where he can see me. Probably all screwed up from his mom and stuff.” As my notes so eloquently put it, “WRONG GIRLIE HE HAS PTSD FROM THE STABBING”.

- “He was cut off as Barbara grabbed him by his tie and tugged it to force him to look her in the eye.” Barbara discovered one of his tells for lying! She will exploit it ;)

- “… her Dead Mom could never pick between ‘Annabel Lee’ and ‘The Masque of Red Death’.” These are two of my absolute favorites! They are just so romantically macabre, I sometimes read Annabel Lee out loud to my cat to calm him down. Emily did the same for Lydia!

- “fleece tie blankets she had made for a charity drive. When asked by Beetlejuice why she still had them, she sheepishly replied that she kept forgetting to drop them off until it was too late to do so.” Based on something my favorite elementary school teacher did.

- “but it was perfectly splendid.” This is a reference to The Haunting of Bly Manor. Mike Flanagan’s work greatly influences my writing, so I wanted to put in a little nod to his most amazingly heart-wrenching series. <3

- “She was a sucker for a happy ending.” This is a reference to the Heathers musical, where a character expresses a similar sentiment towards the movie. Shout out to that soundtrack for getting me into musicals in the first place!

- “… he leaned down and bumped his head against Lydia’s shoulder. The impact was hard enough to make her stumble..” I do this quite frequently. I do not mean to knock people off balance, but I usually do! It is the easiest way for me to express affection without having to touch someone with my hands. It is less overwhelming for Beej in that way too!

- “I promise, I’ll do better for you, I’ll be better!” Haha what a fun callback that doesn’t have any implications about Beetlejuice’s mental state

- “I’ve always wanted to make a blood pact!” Me too. But don’t try this at home.

- “I, Lawrence Betelgeuse Shoggoth,” He is only able to say his own name when it’s a part of a pact or contract! That sucks.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Robert P. Jones at Religion Dispatches:

Last week’s historic verdict is worth rehearsing. On May 30, Donald J. Trump became the first former president to be convicted of a crime. Twelve ordinary citizens unanimously found Trump guilty on 34 felony counts of falsifying business records in an attempt to conceal hush money he paid to a porn star with whom he allegedly had an affair—all driven by a desire to protect his 2016 presidential campaign. Following the verdict, Speaker of the House Mike Johnson, who had already made a public pilgrimage to the New York courtroom to undermine the legitimacy of the trial while the jury was still considering evidence, continued to defend Trump and called for the US Supreme Court to “step in.”  [...]

Johnson’s boasts of personal relationships with and open partisanship among US Supreme Court justices is deeply troubling. It builds on the legitimacy problems the nation’s highest court is facing in the wake of the recent stories that Justice Alito flew flags representing support for the January 6th insurrection and White Christian nationalism at his primary residence and a beach house. That revelation, in turn, amplified previous confirmations that Justice Thomas’s wife Ginni Thomas was deeply involved in efforts to overturn the results of the 2020 election to keep Trump in office. But on Saturday, ahead of a Republican fundraiser event in Peoria, Johnson said something even more disturbing in his continued defense of Trump. Trump, Johnson said, “is not just our nominee, not just an individual running for president. I think now he’s seen as a symbol, a symbol of one who is willing to fight back against that corruption, the deep state and all the rest.”

Given any number of other statements by Johnson, this comment may seem unremarkable. But the transformation of Trump from a person to a symbol is the key to understanding the power of the MAGA movement and the internal logic of the upside-down world where a unanimous guilty verdict in a fair trial results in solidified support, record fundraising, and desperate Christian defenses of a convicted felon. [On the latter, see Al Mohler, president of the SBC’s flagship seminary: “Say what you will about Donald Trump and his sex scandals, he doesn’t confuse male and female.” Also, see “From Fox News to the Far(ther) Right — Calls for Violence and Retribution Follow Trump Verdict“]

[...]

The MAGA movement, more than any in my adult lifetime, has spawned a multitude of transgressive and aggressive symbols. The proliferation of flags alone is remarkable: the ubiquitous blue Trump 2020, the “Trump is My President, Jesus is My Savior,” and the thin blue line. These commune with older flags resurrected with new meaning, such as the Tea Party’s “Don’t Tread on Me,” the insurrectionist’s inverted US flag, and the Christian nationalist’s “An Appeal to Heaven.” And they whip alongside White supremacist flags that still mean what they have always meant, such as the Confederate flag and even Nazi flags. Beyond the banners, a gleaming golden idol made in Trump’s image appeared at a 2021 Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC), clad in a coat and tie paired with American flag shorts and flip-flops, holding the US Constitution in one hand and a magic wand in the other. At the individual level, a plethora of hats, t-shirts, bumper stickers, digital art (often featuring Jesus and Trump), tattoos, and, of course, Trump’s “God Bless the USA”-branded Bible flooded into public spaces. This explosion of symbolic material was the result of the energy unleashed by the Big Bang of the MAGA movement. Yet, this chaotic cloud of symbols are only mediating objects of devotion, held in loose orbits around the gravitational force of Trump, transposed from man to totem.

[...] When the leader becomes the totem, no transgression is capable of separating him from his acolytes. A totem can’t lie or be vulgar. A totem doesn’t have marriage vows that can be violated. A totem can’t sexually assault a woman. A totem can’t commit fraud. A totem can’t betray an oath to the Constitution. A totem has no innate human characteristics at all. It’s a mirror, reflecting back the collective fears and aspirations of the group, who both generate its image and receive it back reinforced.

Robert P. Jones writes in Religion Dispatches describes the symbolism that Donald Trump represents to his brainwashed supporters: They view him as a totem for their grievances against a civilized society.

[strawberry-circus]

What I think the Ghosts (TM) would wear to a Halloween Party if they were alive and in some sort of modern AU. Because they’re dorks and would totally throw a costume party.

Pat: Goose from Top Gun. It’s very clearly homemade and he’s very clearly proud of it. He looked around for all the parts for weeks. He spends the entire night quoting the movie to people. He also made a mini Maverick costume for Daley and is printing photos of them together for his scrapbook. Usually, he goes for more traditional spooky costumes if he can help it. But this time he couldn’t resist the idea of going as his favorite character.

Captain: His work uniform. He refuses to go out in public without looking somewhat professional and Halloween is no different. Nobody has seen him without a tie on and people are wondering if it’s permanently attached.

Robin: He doesn’t wear one because he kinda forgot Halloween was a thing until someone gave him the address to the place. He does, however, wear a very appropriate T-shirt for the occasion. Either one of those “This is my Halloween Costume” ones or some kinda shirt with a slasher on it.

Humphrey: Whatever was left in the bargain bin at the shop. He also forgot it was Halloween, but he doesn’t want to show up without being dressed up. So he scrambles around town piecing something together at the very last minute. He does this every year and what he goes as is anyone’s guess.

Mary: She apparently is a master at making herself look as much like a murder victim as possible. Fake blood and guts galore. Every year she shows off her insane makeup skills and freaks people out at the market while she buys refreshers for the party.

Julian: either a sexy version of some conservative politician or one of those spoof costumes like an inflatable breathalyzer. He thinks this is the funniest costume ever and Robin agrees.

Kitty: She goes as one of those cute couples costumes but forgot to ask anyone to match with her so she’s just one half of a joke. She spends the whole night saying that she’s “Jelly of course! Like peanut butter and jelly 😊” and when someone asks her where’s the peanut butter she just toddles away.

Thomas: He goes as the love interest in some obscure indie film from 2013 and is so upset that nobody gets who he is, but he’s also weirdly giddy that nobody ‘truly understands’ his mind. (It’s literally just normal clothes but he spent a lot of money to make it movie accurate)

Fanny: She refuses to dress up and is very adamant about how she doesn’t like Halloween or any of this modern commercialized tripe. Yet every year she shows up to the party, and every year she gets really into it. The most you’ll ever get out of her costume-wise is a silly hat after a lot of back and forth.

Alison and Mike: They usually match every year. Nothing too fancy, but something cute and simple to keep up with the theme. Just your usual zombies, ghosts, ghouls, and what have you. Though, once in a blue moon Mike gets that special glint in his eye and tries to pull off something really elaborate. It usually blows up in both Alison and Mike’s faces and it doesn’t turn out quite right, but they have fun and that’s what matters.

[sophie-st-2002]

Roundtable Presentations 2: The Monkees, Episode 19, Find the Monkees

The Monkees (1966-1968) is a comedic sitcom with musical elements, follows the adventures of the real American rock band, The Monkees, as they navigate humorous and absurd situations while striving for success in the music industry. In episode 19, "Find the Monkees," the band's quest for recognition intensifies when they learn about a TV producer auditioning rock bands for his new show. Desperate for an invitation, they resort to unconventional methods, leading to comedic mishaps. Meanwhile, the producer becomes determined to locate a mystery band, resulting in unexpected outcomes.

How does the series use dual-focus narrative as a strategic storytelling tool beyond heteronormative romantic pairings?

In “Find the Monkees”, the series utilizes a dual-focus narrative free from heteronormative romantic pairing, particularly in the dynamic between television producer Hubbell Benson and the band, The Monkees. While the primary plot revolves around The Monkees humorous misadventures and attempts to gain recognition from Benson in order to get onto his new TV show. The subplot involves Benson’s frantic search for the mystery band, which is of course The Monkees, who he heard and wants for his show. The dual-focus narrative highlights both sides of the equation: Benson's persistent efforts to locate the band responsible for the captivating recording he heard, and The Monkees' unwitting involvement in Benson's search while pursuing their own aspirations. This narrative technique not only enhances the comedic elements of the episode but also underscores the interplay between the characters and their respective goals, ultimately driving the storyline forward.

The producer, Hubbell Benson.

What are the “inevitable” couplings within the series and how are they accentuated through “cinematic” similarities and contrasts?

In episode 19  the " inevitable” coupling is between the television producer Hubbell Benson and the four main characters – Davy, Mikey, Peter, and Mike– is emphasized through specific visual motifs, camera angles, and editing techniques. The producer is depicted in basic formal office attire, visually contrasting with the bright color and patterns of clothes worn by The Monkees. One similarity that they share is the red tie Hubbell wears and the bright red shirts of The Monkees. Red is a very prominent color in this episode.

The attire of The Monkees helps with the comedic and whimsical tone of the show. Humorous editing techniques like jump Cuts or visual gags enhanced comedic moments, further accentuating the contrast between the professional producer and the amateurish  main characters. These visual and technical elements contribute to the episode's comedic tension, the cat and mouse chase between the two.

How does the series use musical numbers within and beyond the narrative world to replicate fairy tale, backstage, or folk musicals?

It’s difficult to classify The Monkees'  as a TV musical due to its deviation from conventional musical formats. While it bears resemblance to backstage musicals, it evades simple categorization by blending elements of comedy, musical, and television sitcom. Inspired by The Beatles' film "A Hard Day's Night," the series integrates musical performances seamlessly within its narrative. However, unlike typical jukebox musicals, the music serves as a promotional tool for the real-life band's albums rather than an integral part of the storyline. The band was formed for the television show and later left NBC to create their own music as a group, foregoing the fictional version of themselves. The on-screen musical scenes lack immersion, with evident dubbing of final tracks over the performance of “Sweet Young Thing”,

and montage sequences with no reality within the narrative of the show with shots of performances reminiscent of The Ed Sullivan Show as seen in the number “Papa Gene’s Blues”,

Yet, the narrative utilizes musical numbers to showcase the band's talent and appeal to potential viewers and buyers. Furthermore, the lengthy epilogue tag featuring an interview with the band and producer Robert Rafelson discussing real-life events adds another layer to the show's complexity. This blurred line between reality and fiction underscores the band's status as both performers and characters within the comedic sitcom setting, contributing to the show's unique status within this discussion.

[jus-let-me-read]

Suffocating Feelings

Words: 1502

Joyce and Hopper’s wedding is today, and a newly dating Robin and Nancy get ready together. They still have to deal with the repercussions of the Upside Down, but they’re trying their best together.

TW: panic attacks

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“Thank god Joyce is letting me wear a suit to her wedding,” Robin sighed out underneath her breath. She looked at herself in the recently added full-length mirror in Nancy’s room. Her hands reached out to unbutton the top button. Where, even though a suit is a lot more comfortable than a dress, it wasn’t perfect. The cotton white shirt complemented by the navy blue blazer she rented out a week before. She squinted at herself in the mirror, stepping back as she did. From the corner of the mirror, she could see the back of Nancy’s head as she put on some final touches to her makeup.

Robin faced towards Nancy, uselessly messing with the cuffs of the sleeves. “Nance, can you, uh- can you help me out here?” Her voice stumbled as she fumbled around with her right sleeve. As soon as Nancy turned towards Robin, she couldn’t help but lose her breath. She gulped, taking in the woman she was lucky enough to call her girlfriend. “Wow. You look- wow,” Robin uttered, composing herself. “You look beautiful.”

Nancy, soaking in the compliment, had an infectious smile. She looked giddy as she looked down at her heels, back up to Robin, looking flushed. “And you look perfect in your suit,” she said, stepping towards her. She reached towards the cuffs of Robin’s suit, buttoning each sleeve.

Nancy stepped towards her bed, grabbing the navy blue tie that went with the suit. She smiled up at her girlfriend, briefly going on her toes to kiss her. “You ready to go to a wedding?” She asked, meeting her gaze.

“I’m surprised I’m invited at all, to be honest,” Robin admitted. “I mean, I’m not the best of buddies with either Hopper or Joyce.”

“Of course you’re invited, Robin. I mean, sure, you haven’t directly worked with either of them, but you helped them- us save the world multiple times.” Nancy replied in a heartbeat. “That goes beyond being Hopper’s coworker or Joyce’s neighbor. It’s so much more.”

Robin looked unsure. Even if she knew she was likely to be invited to the wedding, especially since Will was attached to Robin in a unique sense, it still felt weird. She knew so much about the couple, and a lot about stuff so many people don’t know themselves, but the most words she spoke to both of the parents have always been a simple greeting. “You sure?” she asked, as her hands played with the collar of her shirt.

“I’m positive. They’ll be happy to see you there.” She offered her girlfriend a comforting smile. “Besides, the kids absolutely adore you and Steve is like your soulmate.”

Nancy draped the tie over Robin’s neck, playing with each end as she recalled a memory on how to tie a tie. Though she didn’t do it as often as before, she had helped both Jonathan and Mike at one point.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, noticing Robin’s shifty gaze. She placed her hand gently on her shoulder, catching her attention. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“No, no,” Robin quickly said. “Just post wedding nerves, I guess. I hadn’t really been to a wedding before. I mean, sure, there was my aunt, but I was like 5 at the time, so that barely counts.” Before she could continue, she shut her mouth to stop herself from rambling.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nancy tried. Robin simply nodded ‘no’, looking down at her tie, signaling Nancy to continue. Nancy took both ends of the tie, crossing them both as she recounted each step slowly. She looked up at Robin, meeting her intense gaze with an unreadable look in her eyes.

Robin took in a deep breath, watching as Nancy crossed the wide end of the tie from behind, pulling the necktie slightly to pass it through the neck loop. The motions were all her brain seemed to be focused on. She got around to wrapping the tie around once again and looping it for the last time. The necktie was wrapped around her neck loosely, barely even close to being considered tight. It looked almost silly.

Just as Nancy’s hands moved towards her tie, one hand holding the base as the other held the end, she started to tighten it. The necktie got closer and closer to her neck, and Robin lost her breath. Suddenly, Robin could feel the black like-tentacle around her neck choking her all over again. The upside down Victor Creel house was fresh in her mind. The feeling of her breath shortening before she’d eventually black out and be left for dead. Haphazardly, she grabbed at the tentacle and pawed at it, prying it off desperately. She sank to her knees, trying to catch her breath. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and felt her vision blur as she was back in Nancy’s room.

Robin was on her knees. The tie, though not completely off, was back hanging around her neck with visible folds and creases. She couldn’t hear anything aside from her loud heart, as she desperately tried to catch her breath. She looked around her room panicky, calling out to Nancy, though her mouth couldn’t fully make out the words. Not even a second later, Robin felt warm arms wrap around her back, her vision being overcome by familiar brown curls.

“...”

“... okay.”

“You’re okay.” Nancy’s voice was reassuring as she processed the words.

“Robin, can you hear me?”

Robin nodded. She choked out a shaky ‘yes,’ only then realizing she was crying. Weakly, she wrapped her arms around Nancy as tight as she could. She listened to Nancy as she coaxed her to breathe with her.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Robin’s breathing settled, her erratic heartbeat slowing. Upon noticing Robin’s composure return, Nancy slightly pulled back, looking at Robin’s face. One of her hands hesitantly reached up, rubbing away a stray tear. “You’re okay, Robin. Nothing is going to come get you. Everything is settled with. Just remember that.” Nancy whispered softly in a coaxing tone. “Do you want to come sit on the bed?”

Robin could only weakly nod as Nancy helped her up and maneuvered her towards the bed. Before Nancy could speak, Robin found her voice. “Thank you.”

Nancy smiled weakly, happy to see Robin back to herself again. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice earlier. It didn’t really cross my mind that a tie would-“ Her voice hesitated, a moment of silence following as Nancy couldn’t find the right words. Though Nancy hasn’t had a particular experience about her neck yet, she had gone out of her way to avoid certain necklaces and chokers.

“It’s not your fault,” Robin said. “Look, it’s silly really, I mean-“

“It’s not silly,” Nancy immediately interjected, unintentionally raising her voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice. It’s just that- it’s not silly at all for you to react like that. You went through something traumatizing. Don’t fault yourself for the way you react towards things.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, though her heart wasn’t in it. “I know I shouldn’t. It’s just been getting to me a lot more recently.” Her hand reached up towards her neck hesitantly, tracing over the faded bruise. “Even though it’s healing, sometimes it’s like I can still feel it. I haven’t really been one to like tight clothes, but after the whole Vecna thing, it just turned into an actual problem.”

Nancy placed her hand naturally onto Robin’s, running her palm over Robin’s fingers before holding her hand. She could see faded scars, some more evident than others, from her own experiences. “Yeah, I get what you mean. Everyone has been finding their own ways to deal with things, and we’re all just going through the repercussions.” Her voice came out softly, hesitating over each of her words. Truth be told, they haven’t talked about the upside down that often. Nancy’s had nights where Robin stayed up with her after she had a nightmare, and they had a conversation lasting for hours as Nancy recounted the story behind a couple of her scars.

Robin lightly chuckled. “I guess that comes with saving Hawkins. Just part of the package deal.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you deal with things?” Nancy asked, her voice slightly wavering with each word as she thought of how to properly phrase it.

Robin paused in thought, before laying back in Nancy’s bed, uncaring of the fancy suit she wore. She met Nancy’s eyes and reached for her hand again, squeezing it. “This is already enough. I’m just happy to have you here,” she said, before her tone shifted. “Although, I won’t be opposed to more movie nights as background noise.”

“Well, you’re the one working at Family Video, so I may just have to rely on you for that part.”

“I wouldn’t trust your movie background anyway,” Robin teased, her grin betraying her.

“It was one bad romcom!”

[pennyserenade]

i have been thinking about this character too much for my own good, and i just want to say that i appreciate the visual storytelling they did here. we begin the movie with mike and kasia together and he looks good. then mike and kasia break up because he doesn’t want to settle down with her and his appearance gets more rumpled. you can tell that’s a shirt he probably picked out of the laundry pile that he didn’t fold and you can tell he’s not having a good time without her. and this is shown later, when he tells her he loves her and wants her back and is willing to give her anything she wants — the house, the baby, anything. and then after he realizes he’s truly lost kasia, he goes back to his outwardly clean appearance. no wrinkled button ups. he’s even wearing a tie! and of course, that is the day when he’d get beaten up in front of a classroom full of his frightened students. he’s no good without her, even when he tries to be, and it reflects outwardly as much as it does inwardly

[sterlingarcher23]

What do you think the most compelling piece of evidence is for elmax endgame?

There's actually a bunch of individual evidence pieces.

Blue hair tie and yellow watch - Blue and Yellow is used to signal love, mostly romantic or strong platonic love, it's not a color combination solely reserved for Byler.

It also connects Max through El with Hopper - that's the platonic element since I believe Hopper might actually be Max's biological father - and through Hopper we have the "Lovergirl" clue, song that "plays in his head" after he finds the girls in El's room.

The Coke bottle: "Until you find something that feels like you". - El finds the Coke bottle under her bed then thinking about Max. In Max's mind it's the Coke bottle pointing to El, pushing away the memory of Lucas (his place isn't the mind but reality). This dialog in the shopping scene also has several meanings that scream ElMax in every way too.

Same with Max able to free herself and attack V: it's the memory of El, the High-fiving that echoes even outside of her memories. This has a parallel with Byler in S2 in which Mike touching Will's hand enables Will to overcome the possession partially use his hand to signal a message.

Then they decided to use a blood stain on El's shirt in a heart shape on the right side of her chest in Vol2, mirroring both Max's heart and both their couple accessories which are a very stable wardrobe choice.

Them wearing Yellow & Red / Mustard and Ketchup which is code for dating someone secretly.

I could point out that Robin's coming out was essentially a proxy monologue describing El's actual, although subconscious feelings the first time she saw Max.

Then the time jump sequence from Back to the Future been used/reproduced in the shopping scene, showing them after the time jump that will happen in S5.

The writers pointing out Korrasami and how the show copies moments of that show.

And of course:

The whole Neverending Story song which is essentially describing certain plot elements of their story. "And there upon a rainbow is the answer to a Neverending Story" - the brilliant kaleidoscope of colors that reappears, is drawn by El repeatedly and is as a light flare on Max's face.

There are other elements like their reunion, the window drawing, El not afraid of the cracking of thunder when she's with Max in opposition to her reaction in S1 without anyone at her side, the "Princess Diana/Wonder Woman comic read" etc etc. all of that are pieces of one big puzzle.

That pretty much sums it up. There's just not THE evidence. There's a lot. But then there's my own intuition: I figured out how they solve the problem they created and after that I understood why and it made me cry....then I knew it's the right thing.

It is as David Harbor said bc he knows what's basically going to happen because he knows Hopper's arc "Quite moving and beautiful"

Everyone understands this just as Byler-proof but completely overlooks that Hopper's story is closely tied to El. (BTW ignoring El in this regard and therefore Max, although there's real evidence in the show that connects them with Hopper is in my opinion pure ignorance.)

But you made me think that I could try to make a complete post about these elements. Although this is kinda of a post itself, I think I better make a separate one.

I just recently found something amazing through the 3 Musketeer's chocolate bar.

So: stay tuned everyone.

[iorekbyrinson]

bcs costume analysis notes

(live document to be edited, these are for me, but feel free to read)

Saul Goodman

Colour palette - Rainbow, brown. Who is the character Jimmy is trying to inhabit? Who is he trying to get across to, and be in opposition to?

Distinctive features - Suit, pocket square, garish colours

Wardrobe - Suits, pinky ring (from Marco), loafers

Hogwarts House - Snake (?) Badger

Kim Wexler

Colour palette - Black, grey, blue. Only character to prominently wear pink (innocence, romantic love), before Howard's death and in her promo pic.

Distinctive features - Ponytail, earrings and necklace

Wardrobe - Skirt suits, heels

Hogwarts House - Lion Badger

Mike Ehrmantraut

Colour palette - Black (death, of self, morality), Blue (police force, on side of law), Green (military background), Grey (of self, morality)

Distinctive features - Grey, black

Wardrobe - Jackets, shirts, civilian wear.

Hogwarts House - Lion (?) Bird

Nacho Varga

Colour palette - Red (impulsivity, cartel proximity, passion), black (proximity to death, intimidating, death of self w/regards to parental expectations and deadening effects of violence)

Distinctive features - Red and black colour scheme, snake earring, gold chains, shaved head

Wardrobe - Muscle shirts, leather jacket.

Hogwarts House - Snake Lion

Gus Fring

Colour palette - Yellow, civilian uniform. Black (death, of self, justice for dead partner) Purple (royalty, specialness) Blue (personal law, surface adherence to societal law)

Distinctive features - none yet

Wardrobe - Glasses frames, suits. Armour.

Hogwarts House - Snake Bird par excellence

Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca

Colour palette - Recurring colours (before S6) Purple (royalty, fun), Blue (personal law). Has worn dark red (leaving prison), yellow (sit-down with Gus and Bolsa), and orange (in prison). Has worn khaki green (carrying out recon on Mike). Wore a flesh-pink shirt to meet Gus (it's not really yellow, but it could be a case of mirroring to engender trust)

Distinctive features - Bright blue shoes, 70's adjacent fashion (the era of the drug barons, see Narcos). The 2000s were a spotty time for fashion, but I think there was a deliberate choice here to call to that.

Wardrobe - Shirts with a "buzziness", prints, swirls, etc, flashy belt buckle, narrow look.

Hogwarts House - Badger Snake

Howard Hamlin

Colour palette - Hamlindingo blue, shades of blue, white

Distinctive features - Hamlindingo blue, crisp pinstripe suit, knit tie

Wardrobe - See above

Hogwarts House - Air, Ravenclaw

Chuck McGill

Colour palette - Light, clear blue, stony grey, ozone colours. Veers into black. Often wears subtle stripes.

Distinctive features - Electromagnetic condition, silver tin foil

Wardrobe - Full suits.

Hogwarts House - Badger Bird

Rough colour spectrum notes

Red to orange to yellow is the criminal spectrum, with red being the most violent/leading to violence (Tuco, Nacho, characters that are about to commit violence or threatening violence) and yellow being the most uninvolved (Gus Fring's civilian uniform, the arms dealer, Dr Caldera).

Brown is the midpoint, trying to ride between the two spectrums. Grey is the midpoint between two absolutes - black, death, and white, innocence. That doesn't mean it's a moral good - it's the expression of lawful neutral, with a capacity to step into either. Jimmy wears brown at the beginning where he's trying to toe the line between "colourful" and following the letter of the law. Mike wears grey because he's committed murder and forfeited a part of his soul (black), but he's trying to keep clean for Kaylee and Stacey (white, innocence). The darker his actions and motivations, the darker the grey. And of course, by Breaking Bad, he's a consigliere and a man in black.

Black is death - literal death, past death, death of the self, death of one's conscience. Gus Fring wears black like a judge puts the black hat on when prescribing death - death is revenge, which is a form of justice for Gus. His mission is to take revenge for his dead partner.

White is innocence, removal from the cartel or criminal worlds. Lawyers, especially Howard Hamlin, and honest working man Papa Varga frequently have white accents in their clothing. The exception is Eladio Vuente, king on Olympus, who doesn't need to get his hands dirty at all.

Pink is another form of innocence, but more closely connected with love. Kaylee and Stacey Ehrmantraut wear pink, and Rebecca wears it in her scarf when coming to Chuck's trial.

Blue in all its shades is the legal spectrum. Note: not the morally good spectrum, just the law. Personal law, literal law, adherence to the law, belief in one's law. It often crops up with members of the police and nearly every lawyer we see on screen. Lalo Salamanca's blue shoes show how committed he is to familial law ("la familia es todo") and to the laws of the cartel. He is a main beneficiary and upholder of those laws. He sees himself as fundamentally just and mission-focussed (his behaviour with his underlings at the estate or the people smugglers show this character streak).

Purple is an interesting colour, in that it is worn often by those in (or perceiving themselves to be in) positions of high status. Gus, the dignified man who would found an empire and has a "protected" status, wears purple, as does Lalo, the cartel prince. Its historical associations with royalty and specialness explain this. As a mix of red and blue, one can also view it as a midpoint.