#australian made flannel shirt

[sophiajone25301]

Flannel Shirts: Event Essentials

Embrace the versatility of flannel shirts, effortlessly blending with any ensemble. Dive into our blog for women's flannel shirt outfit inspirations and style tips.

[clothingflannel]

Women's Flannel Shirts For Various Occasions

Flannel shirts can be styled to suit either a professional or informal look. Read the blog to learn more about flannel shirts and wardrobe ideas for various situations. Flannel shirts are fashioned from a soft, woven cloth. Some believe plaid jackets hump for fantastic picture sessions, while others see flannel as a soft and pleasant textile to resist the terrible cold. The others think of it…

[underthecrazy20]

Layla ~ Sim Jake

Genre: Fluff, college!au, meet cute.

Warnings: None.

W/c: 810

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The orange and red leaves gently fell from trees as you walked through the park, you were on your way to a café to study a topic for a paper you had to write for school. Not a lot of people were in the park which was unfortunate because it was a beautiful day in the cloudy morning. You made it to a small black bridge that was in the middle of the park where a small pond of water flowed in the ground. Looking down at the leaves floating, in the deep mirror of the water, the reflection of the fall trees made you smile softly. Fall was your favorite season; it was always a fun thing to experience. New changes in trees and weather and like a familiar friend stopping by for the year, coming to say hello never got old to you. 

You had not known how long you stayed standing on the bridge in thought, but a distant voice calling someone broke your deep focus causing you to turn your head to the right where you had walked previously. A smile broke out on your lips as you saw a boy around your age chasing a cream-colored border collie as it made its great escape to the desired adventure. The boy looked as if he had been running for quite some distance before coming to the park. It was amusing to say the least to watch the dog slow down by a tree or bench and be distracted for a second before running away from its owner. It looked small enough to be female.

"Come here!" he ordered out. The border collie ran a few feet in front of him laying her paws down on the leaf covered ground with her behind up, tail wagging in a teasing way. The boy sighed, placing his hands on his hips looking at the mischief pup. A little giggle escaped your mouth at the funny scene unfolding before you. The boy stepped closer to the dog and leaped forward but was too slow as the dog escaped once again. 

So as soon as the dog saw you on the bridge, you bent down clapping your hands together speaking sweetly to her. Of course, the collie was super excited to receive an invitation of love. When she came up to you and stopped by your feet, letting you pet her head while she began wagging her beautiful tail. You then took the red leash that was hooked onto her collar so she wouldn't run off again. Peeking at the tag you were pleased to find out she was a girl. Layla was her name. Soon the boy who was the owner came up out of breath.

"I am so sorry, I don't know what has gotten into her today," he managed to speak out. He had a thick Australian accent when he spoke. His hair was brown, and he was taller than you, he also wore a white shirt with a flannel over it and black pants and black shoes. You grinned, giving Layla a gentle rub on her ear. 

"That's alright, I don't mind," you answered, then looked up to him and handed him the leash. He took the leash with a relieved expression, but a bright smile came upon his face after he got Layla comfortable at his side. You smiled in return. 

"I was on my way to a café, would you like to join me?" you offered, kindly. The boy looked surprised, but then nodded at the offer. 

"Um sure, but I'm buying, it's the least I can do for you helping me," he bargained. 

"Deal," you replied, turning around to walk off the bridge to head onto the café that awaited you two. But you stopped on the path to wait for the new friend you made.

"I'm Jake, by the way," he introduced himself as he caught up with you. 

"Y/n," you greeted back. Layla let out a bark at the two of you as she stood in the middle looking up at you both.

"And you have met Layla," Jake laughed, looking down at the jealous collie. You reached down to pet her again. 

"And I am very glad to have met her, both of you." you said, looking up at Jake after you spoke. He smiled brightly at your words. Under the fall trees a new change to the two acquainted lives began to turn into a bright future for them. 

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[thunderbunny24]

Second Chance at Love

It's finally here. Lots and lots of Matthew. I know it's taken many parts, but I promise the wait is worth it. It might be a few days before I get to the next part as, so far, when I upload a part, I've already written the next part and just need to edit and type it, but as of right now, part 5 has not be written. I'll probably start on it next Monday or Tuesday. Until then, enjoy a large chunk o' story.

Part 4

            “Turn right on Central and your destination will be on your left.”  Your car’s GPS said in a male, Australian accent.  You stopped at the light and glanced down the road.  You couldn’t see any available parking spaces on the street but did see a parking garage to your right.  You turned in and found a spot pretty easily.  You crossed the street and started walking to Bea Bea’s, the link Matthew had sent you.  Once you were inside, you looked around and saw him sitting at a corner table, waving at you, with the window shade pulled down to offer a bit of privacy from the people walking down the street and any potential paparazzi.

            Matthew stood up to give you a hug as he looked you up and down.  “Wow!  I am severely underdressed.  You look beautiful.”

            You blushed as you glanced down at your floral blouse, grey pencil skirt and black heels.  “The meeting I had this morning, I needed to look professional for and didn’t have time to go home and change.”  Matthew pulled out your chair for you then sat down across the table.  “Yesterday was more the real me.  Jeans, flip flops and flannels or tank tops are my every day.”

            “I though you looked beautiful yesterday but today…”  Matthew put his fingers to his mouth and made a kiss sound.  “Chef’s kiss.”

            You giggle and tucked some purple hair behind your ear.  “You look pretty handsome yourself.”

            “This schlub?”  He waved his hands down his body.  He was wearing jeans, green Vans and a solid black v neck t-shirt.

            Before you could say anything back, a waitress walked up to your table.  “Welcome to Bea Bea’s.  My name is Lindsey.  Here are some menus for you to look over.  Do you know what you might like to drink?”

            You flipped the menu to the back page to see the options.  Matthew said, “I’d like a Diet Coke please.”

            “And you?”

            You point to the menu.  “I’ll do the house latte and a glass of flat water please.”

            “Coming right up.”  Lindsey walked away as you opened up the menu to start looking to see what your options were.

            Matthew did the same.  “I’ve eaten here a handful to times and everything has been so good.”  You nod as you continued reading through the menu.  “Anything jumping out at you?”

            You nod.  “All I’ve had today is coffee and a granola bar so everything looks delicious.  The Chinese Chicken Salad sounds good but the French toast is tempting me.”

            “Live on the wild side.  Get the French toast.”  Matthew set his menu down on the table.  His energy is so infectious and you can’t decide what is more adorable; the dimples in his cheeks when he smiles or the nose crinkle he does before he smiles.

            “Here are your drinks.  Do you know what you want to order or do you need some more time?”  Lindsey looked over at Matthew as he made eye contact with you.

            “I think we are ready.  Ladies first.” he says as he bowed his head to you.”

            You smile up at the waitress.  “I think I would like the Coco Caribbean French Toast.”

            Lindsey made an approving noise as she wrote down the request.  “And you sir?”

            Matthew ran his hand over his beard.  “I’ll do the Apple Cobbler Pancakes.  And can I get a side of turkey bacon?”

            “Can do.”  Lindsey wrote down the order.  “I’ll get this back to the cooks.”  She picked up the menus and walked off.

            You both sat there quiet for a moment in an awkward silence when Matthew asked, “So what kind of meeting did you have in Culver City this morning?  If it’s okay I ask.”

            You smile.  “Of course.  So, just like everyone else in our industry, I can’t just stick to acting and singing.  I also run a security business with the head of my security team.”  Matthew mouthed wow.  “Yeah.  Chris has known me since I was 6 years old and he was a high school sophomore.  He was one of my mom’s students at the high school she taught at the time.  When I decided to try the singing thing and got a little bit of notoriety, my mom asked him to be my personal security guard when we were away from home.  Who wouldn’t want an almost 6-foot, 275-pound, black football player taking care of their kiddo?”  You laughed.  “As I got more popular, I needed more security and by the time I actually moved here to LA, we knew a bunch of great guys that were awesome at security but had a hard time finding full time jobs.  Chris and I decided to open a temp security business.  So, let’s say someone who doesn’t live in LA but is going to be here for a few days needs some people.  You call us and we instantly have people that are vetted and ready to go.”

            “That is so cool.”  Matthew propped his head in his hands and placed his elbows on the table, leaning in to give you his full attention.

            “We’ve done pretty well in our 20 years in business.  We started a second office in New York about 7 years ago.  We have around 30 security people on staff.  Mostly retired football players or wrestlers that the big leagues didn’t work out for them.  I’m very proud to say we’ve got two women on the security team.  Then there’s around 10 back-office people including myself and Chris.  He’s there every day.  I come in mostly for new hires first days and team meetings but I try to be in the office at least one full day a week.  We had two new hires today, so that’s why I look so fancy.”

            Matthew looked at you in awe.  “You have the coolest side hustle I’ve ever heard of.  Makes mine sound kind of childish.”  His statement piqued your interest, but before you could ask about his he said, “I have to be honest.  When I got home yesterday, I Google stalked you.”

            You laughed and raised your hand.  “I did you too!”  Matthew raised his hand for a high five and you obliged.

            “I went deep too.  Twitter, Instagram, Facebook.  I found your TikTok and watched everything.”

            You snapped and pointed at him.  “TikTok.  I didn’t even think about that.”

            Lindsey came to the table with three plates and set them down in front of each of you.  “Let me know if you need anything.”  You both nodded at her.

            Matthew took a bite of his bacon.  “I didn’t see anything about the security business, though.”

            “Yeah,” you nodded.  “We work really hard to make sure it shows Chris more than me so that we get clients that actually need our services and not d-listers that just want to rub shoulders with me.”

            Matthew took a bite of his of pancakes, made an mmm sound then cut off a bit and pushed it towards you.  “This is so good.  You have to try it.”

            You took the bite from the fork he held, trying to remember the last time someone fed you, and raised your fingers to your lips as you chewed.  “That IS good!”  You cut off a piece of your French toast and fed him.  “Try mine.”

            Matthew opened his mouth and took the bite, licking his lips while he closed his eyes.  “Tastes as good as you look.”  He smiled at you.

            You blushed at his compliment.  “You said you have side hustles.  I think I saw something about whiskey when I was stalking.  What else do you have?”  You take a sip of your latte.

            Matthew swallowed the bite he had in his mouth.  “So, the whiskey is actually bourbon, but don’t even ask me to explain the difference between the two.  It’s called Quest’s End and it’s made to pair with my other business, Beadle and Grimm’s, that makes special sets of Dungeons and Dragons games and a bunch of other related things.”  Matthew was beaming with pride.

            “That’s not childish at all.  That’s awesome!  I know nothing about Dungeons and Dragons, but would love to watch sometime.”  You smile at him, making him do the nose crinkle.

            “It’s a bunch of 40- and 50-year-old nerds nerding out.”

            “My stepdad does Warhammer.  Is that kind of the same idea?”  You pick up your napkin to dab your lips.

            Matthew tilted his head from side to side.  “In the most basic sense.  Warhammer is more like the game Risk and is about battling other people with your figures.  D & D is more about acting out what’s happening.  For me, it’s all about being with my friends and family, making memories and being a theater nerd.”

            “I have two math degrees.  I think I can hang with the nerd crowd.”  You wink at him.

            Matthew gave an approving hmm and shifted in his seat.  “I saw the two-degree thing.  Did you honestly think with as big as you were at that time that you would ever actually become a high school math teacher?”

            You shrugged.  “My parents wanted me to have a backup plan.  I did minor in music and theater fine arts, so I wasn’t always focusing on the teaching thing.”

            “I would have paid A LOT more attention in school if you were my math teacher.”  Matthew wagged his eyebrows at you.

            The two of you continue your small talk as you finished your food, sharing bites every one in a while.  When the check came, Matthew didn’t even give you a chance to pull out your wallet before he handed his card to Lindsey to pay.  You took a peek as he signed the receipt and included a tip and was impressed with his generosity.  You both got up from the table and walked out the door, Matthew’s hand on your lower back.  Once outside you pointed to the parking deck and Matthew pointed down the road.  He offered to walk you to your car, but you politely turned him down.

            “I hope we can get together again soon.”  Matthew smiled as he ran his hand through his hair.  “I’d like to take you out on a proper dinner date, if that’s alright with you.”

            You blushed, looked down at your feet and stammered.  “I’d…I’d like that too.”  Matthew hugged you tight, his arms wrapping around you to the point that you could feel his fingertips were resting on the sides of your breasts through your blouse and bra.

            When he loosened his hug, he took one hand, placed it under your chin and tilted your face up and to the left to place a soft kiss on your cheek.  Your entire face felt like it was on fire and you knew he had to have felt it too.  When you made eye contact with him, you could see an intensity in his eyes.  “I will be contacting you very soon.  I promise.”

            You gave him a wink and said, “I’m going to hold you to that.”  You both smiled then turned your separate directions to get back to your cars.

            When you got in your car, you took your phone out to plug it in to charge and saw you already had a message from Matthew.

I had a wonderful time with you today and you look just as beautiful walking away as you do walking to me.

            He included a purple devil emoji and a picture of you walking to your parking garage.  You laughed and shook your head before putting your phone down to drive back to your house to change before you picked Violet up from school.

[noisycatstephanie]

I know OCs aren’t’t much of a thing in the Good Omens fandom, but I made one and she makes me happy and my kids love her so much.

I was wondering who Aziraphale was talking to when someone called his bookshop and cussed on the other end of the phone. I also thought about how Shax says she is the Hell representation for *London* (not Earth) and how at the Flood Aziraphale wasn’t sure if God was angry with the Americans, or Chinese, or Australians. Because he isn’t in charge of those regions. So, by that logic there has to be other representatives in other regions, right?

So, meet Baphomet aka Mattie. She is a deal maker demon, but she doesn’t trade in souls. She just makes barters, deals, exchanges and sales and along the way tries to stir up trouble. She will deal with anyone, and knows about other representatives (for example, she often deals in procuring and asking for books for AZ Fell’s bookshop).

Mattie runs a convenience store in the Midwest somewhere (probably Ohio). She actually loves her job because even if she gets a bad customer she can muck up their day and feel satisfied.

Mattie doesn’t plan ahead and she leans heavily into staying cool no matter what, while somehow also screeching at people constantly. She is sarcastic and cynical and not extremely bright.

Her angel counterpart is Ezekiel aka Zeke. He co owns the store but doesn’t actually do anything other than stop by to harass Mattie, often lecturing her about her swearing and whatever hijinks she is up to. They wouldn’t call each other friends, of course. But Zeke has been known to to sternly threaten criminals who are caught trying to rob the store, and Mattie has been known to kick people if they upset Zeke or offend him. So not friends, more like protective business associates.

Mattie is short, with greasy, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with slitted pupils (everyone thinks they’re cosplay lenses). She wears 90’s grunge fashion: band tshirts, flannel over shirt, ripped jeans, and hightop shoes. She always wears a knitted cap with ear flaps, even in summer. This hides the large scar that circles both ears, from a punishment she endured in Hell.

I plan on making a fun little comic showing the day to day life of Mattie. Her only connection to the Apocalypse was being asked to deliver the antiChrist, but she refused because she can’t stand being nauseous.

Here’s a ton of sketches!

[headcanonsandmore]

'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Epilogue

Summary: A soft epilogue for Nyssa and Tegan.

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Read on AO3.

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Nyssa headed through the high-street of Tregonnereth.

Summer was slowly turning into a soft autumn, and the town’s summer season had mostly finished, save for a few elderly couples who chose this time of year to holiday in the UK.

Nyssa was glad that she had chosen her long-sleeve lacy blouse. She had sewn it herself, of course, and it paired wonderfully with her long flowing burgundy skirt. She was wearing her pair of Edwardian-style lace-up brogue boots, and delighted in the feeling of the wind gently swaying the fabric.

She had, of course, changed after getting back from work. She wouldn’t have worn this in the practice, but this evening was special.

Smiling softly to herself, Nyssa entered the garage.

She was met with the sight of an Australian dream.

Tegan was dancing to herself, eyes closed and smiling widely. She was wearing her normal overalls, with the top half tied around her waist to reveal a purple crop top. The same purple crop top that she had worn to Pride the previous year. Her muscles worked and bulged as she moved, and Nyssa couldn’t help but marvel.

Had a whole year really passed? As she watched Tegan pirouette in time with the music, Nyssa supposed that -when you were having fun- time really did fly by. But Nyssa didn’t care, because time was made up of those wonderful little moments that she couldn’t help but adore.

“I don't wanna hide my love… I don't wanna waste it…” Tegan sang, along to the music. “But I can't deny the moment when I taste it…”

She punctuated that last line by wrapping her arms around her torso and pirouetting again.

“My heart's a secret, mmm… I think I'm coming alive, yeah… I think I'm coming alive with you…”

Nyssa smiled, feeling her heart well with love for the woman who continued to dance in front of her, apparently oblivious to the outside world.

“Don't give it up… Don't say it hurts… 'Cause there's nothing like this feeling, baby… now that I found you!”

‘Oh, is that so, my darling?’

Tegan’s eyes opened, and she froze where she stood.

‘Nys!’ she exclaimed, happily. ‘Had a good day at work, love?’

‘About the same as ever,’ Nyssa said, with a giggle as she stepped towards Tegan and pressed a kiss to a spot on Tegan’s cheek that didn’t have oil grease on it. ‘Yours?’

‘Pretty good,’ Tegan grinned, grabbing a cloth and wiping her hands with it. ‘Give me five minutes to get cleaned up and I’ll be right with you…’

Nyssa followed Tegan back into the office, which was partitioned away from the rest of the garage, with screens around it.

Without ceremony, Tegan stripped her overalls off, and began washing herself with a flannel at the small sink imbedded into the wall. A year ago, Nyssa might have gotten flustered and looked away, but now she simply inclined her head to get a better view of the Australian’s rear end.

‘I can feel you watching me, love.’

‘You sound surprised,’ Nyssa said, with a grin. ‘Goodness forbid I stare at my gorgeous partner while she’s stood in her knickers.’

Tegan laughed, and began to dry herself off with a towel.

‘You know I’m not complaining,’ she cheeked, turning to smile at Nyssa and pulling on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. ‘Goodness knows I stare at you enough.’

The Australian then bent down to dig into her rucksack, and slipped the gold-coloured band onto her ring finger.

‘I’m taking no chances,’ she said, stepping closer to Nyssa and putting her hands around her wait. ‘I am not losing one of our engagement rings inside an engine.’

Nyssa giggled, and cupped Tegan’s face with her hands, kissing her softly on the lips.

‘I know, my darling, and I love you for it.’

Their hands wrapped around each other, and Nyssa pushed Tegan gently up against the desk, the Australian giving a happy squeal as Nyssa hoisted her with surprising strength onto the wooden surface. Their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. Tegan’s legs parted around Nyssa, and the older woman moaned softly against Nyssa’s lips as their bodies pressed close together, one of Nyssa’s hands slipping inside the half-open flannel to squeeze Tegan’s hip. The other followed it, but travelled upwards, and slipped under the material of the sports bra-

‘Oy! Tegan? Nyssa? Anyone here?’

Nyssa and Tegan froze, tongues in each-others mouths, and they both rolled their eyes, pulling away.

‘Ace!’ Tegan exclaimed, yelling over her shoulder as Nyssa reluctantly removed her hands. ‘You have the worst timing!’

There was the telltale sound of Mel giggling.

With a sigh, Tegan hastily did up her shirt, and climbed off the desk. Nyssa quickly brushed her hair where Tegan’s hands had been roaming. The two women then headed out of the office to where their friends were standing in front of the huge front doors.

‘Town meeting this evening,’ Mel said, with an apologetic grin at Nyssa. ‘Barbara stopped by the practice and requested that we help her set things up.’

‘And Ace is here as well because…’

‘Because she happened to be hiding under the desk at the time,’ Mel replied, without an ounce of embarrassment. ‘And, besides, four pairs of hands are better than three.’

Tegan rolled her eyes.

‘Alright, alright…’ she said, reaching over and wrapping her arm around Nyssa’s waist, giving her a squeeze. ‘We can get the papers ready this evening, anyway.’

Ace frowned, in bafflement.

‘Papers?’

‘Adoption papers, for our new cat,’ Nyssa explained. ‘She’s called Felicity and she’s the other love of my life.’

‘We are not,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle, ‘naming the cat after Felicity Kendal.’

‘Of course we are,’ Nyssa shot back, with a smile. ‘You promised, after all.’

‘Because you asked me during a moment of intense emotion. Nys, at the time, I would have literally yelled “yes” to anything you asked me, owing to the fact that you had your head inbetween my-’

‘Yes, I did do that,’ Nyssa said, with a smile. ‘Funny that, isn’t it.’

‘I bloody love you, Nyssa Traken.’

Nyssa giggled, and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s cheek.

‘Bleurgh,’ Ace retched, making a face. ‘Forget I asked. C’mon, doughnut; let’s go.’

Giggling at the nickname (which Nyssa still didn’t really understand), Mel intertwined her fingers with Ace’s, smiled happily at Nyssa and Tegan, and headed out through the main doors of the garage.

Nyssa stood while Tegan closed up the front doors and hoisted her rucksack onto her back.

‘You ready?’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa replied, intertwining their fingers. ‘It’s going to be wonderful; you, me and Felicity.’

Tegan chuckled.

‘Our little family,’ the Australian said, before kissing Nyssa’s cheek again. ‘Good grief, it doesn’t seem that long ago that I was dumping your shoes in front of you on Tregonnereth beach.’

‘Well, I am glad you did. Otherwise I never would have met you, meaning that I never would have stayed here.’

‘Nah, Nys; you stayed here because you wanted to help people.’

‘Yes… and you helped me. You were there from the very beginning. I was petrified at first because I didn’t think anyone here would enjoy being around me. But you always had my back. Just because you wanted to help. And… I love you for that.’

Tegan’s cheeks flushed.

‘I mean, I did fancy you.’

‘Stop downplaying it; if you hadn’t been you -lovely, kind, wonderful Tegan Jovanka- I would never have decided to stay here.’

‘Makes me sound cooler than I am.’

‘Tegan, you are the coolest person I know, and I’m not even being biased. As well as being my partner, you’re also my best friend.’

Tegan smiled, eyes wide and filled with an immensely soft tenderness.

‘I think Mel would get annoyed about that description.’

‘Okay, she’s my best platonic friend. But you’re my best romantic friend.’

‘Nys, we’re literally engaged to be married.’

‘I know; it’s wonderful, isn’t it.’

Tegan grinned.

‘It’s brilliant. It’s a big step, though; are you sure we’re ready?’

‘Of course we are, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, smiling at the woman who had opened up her world and her heart. The sun was already sinking below the horizon, bathing the two women in a soft, warm glow. ‘We’re indestructible.’

Tegan smiled, and squeezed her fiancé’s hand. They set off towards the town hall.

As Nyssa walked, hand-in-hand with Tegan, through the high-street of the small town, with the soft autumn wind blowing gently through her hair and the sea glistening in the deep orange sunset before them, she knew -in her heart of hearts- that she was home.

The End

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Thanks for reading, everyone! I've had such a wonderful time writing this series, and I'm glad that you have all enjoyed it as well! The comments have been so lovely and encouraging, so thank you so much for sticking with this series!

You won't have to wait long for my next Tegan/Nyssa fic, though; no spoilers, but y'all are in for a... fang-tastic October...

[kakaduaustraliaaus]

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[thirtyknives]

Some Australian notes: A tank is sometimes referred to as a singlet over here. Blue singlets, like this one, are working class staple especially in regional areas. Over here that means "out bush", so very far west. A sensible choice when it hits 35C by breakfast. In urban areas they're more in the fashion showing off your muscles/tattoos category.

Flannel shirts are often called 'flannos' or flannies' and are a common winter wear option instead of work wear. A flanno doesn't need to be made of flannel, many are poly blends these days but they're made for warmth. Checks are still the most dominant print but you can get others. "Breaking out the flannos" is a sign the Queensland winter has finally shown up.

How you wear a flannie is another class marker - in some areas your formal shirt might be a nice red and black flannie with belted jeans (again, more common in regional centers, my uncles in Rockhampton love a classic ironed flannie for a dinner date) but more urban areas see them as a casual item. I'm in the North; this might be a bit different further south where its colder.

Okay, let's try this without the errors and casual domestic abuse references and classism/racism!

All of the below may be worn "because I like how they look." When I say what they're worn for, I mean the intended practical intention of their design.

This is a compression tee or workout tee. They are usually made out of synthetic materials for moisture-wicking purposes. They are worn for exercise or workouts, to draw sweat away from the skin.

This is a muscle tank. It is worn for working out (lifting weights, most often) or showing off one's muscles.

This is a sleeveless tee. Note the different sizes of the armholes. This is pretty much just a fashion statement, two tickets to the gun show, etc. but sometimes worn at the gym.

This is an A-shirt, ribbed knit tank, or fitted knit tank. In the US it may colloquially be called a "wifebeater," but that's classist, racist, and fucking gross, so knock it off.

Originally intended as an undershirt, may be worn as a primary shirt. Still worn as an undershirt by many men/mascs.

This is a fitted tee. They come in crew necks (pictured) and v-necks, typically. These also started as undershirts and are often still worn as same, but now are often worn as casual shirts as well. The difference between one intended as a casual shirt and one intended as an undershirt is mostly just fabric weight.

This is a tee shirt, also known as a heavyweight tee (a reference to fabric weight), loose-fit tee, or unisex tee. Intended as casual wear.

This is a polo shirt. Usually worn fitted and tucked in as shown, unless being worn with shorts. This is a "dress casual" sort of shirt, the kind of thing a person might wear to a semi-nice dinner out with family during the summer, but it's also part of the work uniforms of a lot of working-class people now, so.

This is a Henley or y-neck. Usually 3-5 buttons at the neck and made of cotton knit. This started as underwear too - a warm layer for winter - and is still used that way, often layered with camp shirts, chamois shirts or flannels. Also worn alone. These are pretty common chores/work shirts in my experience.

This is a camp shirt or work shirt. It is made of broadcloth, denim, canvas, or another sturdy material. Worn either as an outer layer unbuttoned over a tee, tank or henley, or if it's a nice shirt in good shape you can button it up and tuck it in and get away with wearing it to a semi-casual thing, like a weekday dinner with friends or an event at church/synagogue which isn't a service, like a potluck or a meeting.

These can often be bought lined or quilted and used as a light jacket. I used these for throwing on real quick when going to bring in wood so the wood wouldn't chew up my forearms.

Now THIS is a flannel. The difference is this is made out of flannel.

Everything I said above applies to this, except flannel shirts are more "casual" than a nice camp shirt bc the material is softer.

Flannel. Shirts. Don't. Have. To. Be. Plaid. A lot of them are, but I own/owned plenty of solid color flannel shirts. I don't care for these as much for chores bc the soft material means stuff is more likely to poke through, but they're great for layering.

I'm out of pictures so hang on, adding more.

[a-queer-seminarian]

Listen to the latest episode of Blessed Are the Binary Breakers, a multifaith podcast of transgender stories, for some cool queer art history!

Amy Neville (he, she, or they pronouns) is a 21-year-old Australian art historian & artist whose work celebrates being both Catholic & queer. In this episode, Avery and Neville discuss Neville's life and how they've learned to stand up for themself and other queer persons; the way women & queer artists have used textile arts over the years; and Europe’s Renaissance Period, focusing on queer artists who navigated adhering to & rebelling against the Catholic Church's rules for art in that period.

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For an episode transcript and more info about this show, visit blessedarethebinarybreakers.com/podcast.

Find Neville on instagram @krem.caramel; check out their work at amyneville.art.

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Image description and episode timestamps are under the readmore.

Image description:

Image 1: Text reads "Finding the power in our queerness and rebellion in our love -Neville studies & creates queer Catholic art; listen on Blessed Are the Binary Breakers, a multifaith podcast of trans stories." A photo shows Neville's 3-meter long tapestry "Divine Rebellion," which features embroidery and appliqué of students sitting at desks with a holy spirit flame over each and a dove flying overhead; an angry teacher shaking his fist at a student figure who is standing up with their hand raised high, their other hand at their side clutching a sword, and two angels hovering over them, one of whom holds a rainbow streaming downwards. On the right is a burning eye over 3 signs labeled "warning."

Image 2: Text is a quote from Neville reading, "I got in trouble because I told my teacher that what he was teaching wasn't actually in the Bible... ‘You're using your prejudice, but you're teaching it like it's fact; but I've read the Bible and that's not what it says.’ …I remember thinking, ‘if I don't say anything, then all of these kids are gonna think…that that's what God thinks of them.’” A detail from the previous tapestry is shown, with a close-up on the student raising their hand: their hair is short and brown, they wear a blue jacket and red tie, and text around them reads, "Your very existence is a Radical act."

Image 3: Another quote from Neville reads, “God made you who you are. …Find the power in your queerness and the rebellion in your love. You can fight with your love, and your queer love and your queerness can be a form of activism in itself.” A photo of Neville shows them with short bright blue hair, pale skin, thick dark eyebrows and blue eyes, wearing a flannel shirt and looking at the camera with their mouth in a neutral line, lips slightly parted. / end image description.

TIMESTAMPS

(0:00 - 4:51) A reminder to Christians to confront antisemitism in Holy Week - see here for Amy-Jill Levine's article

(4:52 - 13:43) Discovering queerness while in Catholic high school - finding resources, standing up against a teacher's homophobia

(13:44 - 18:04) Meeting confident queer persons at university; coming out as genderfluid, going by last name Neville

(18:05 - 21:37) Creating art about being queer and Catholic; push-back from fellow queer folks for being Catholic

(21:38 - 29:22) Finding fellow queer persons of faith; the joy of community; Neville's graduate art exegesis "Divine Rebellion"

(29:23 - 37:08) Some textile arts history: suffragettes & feminists reclaiming it; queer persons expanding it - "the perfect medium" for underrepresented and undervalued groups

(37:09 - 43:32) Europe's Renaissance Period: the Catholic Church's power over the art scene; Caravaggio's role in rules censoring what could be depicted

(43:33 - 44:30) Resisting pinning down dead artists' sexualities with labels they didn't have

(44:31 - 48:24) Da Vinci's revolutionary art; sympathy for Judas

(48:25 - 55:26) Michelangelo's struggle with religion - not because of queerness, but because of his love of science; rebellion in his Sistine Chapel masterpiece

(55:27 - end) wrapping up - "find the power in your queerness and the rebellion in your love"; a future ep will continue Neville's tour of Renaissance art

[sophiajone25301]

Flannel Shirts for Every Occasion

Explore how flannel shirts effortlessly transition from formal to casual wear. Check out the blog for expert advice and outfit inspiration.

[clothingflannel]

Bulk vs. Retail: The Cost-Saving Advantages of Buying Pajama Pants in Bulk

When it comes to shopping for cozy loungewear like pajama pants, the debate between buying in bulk versus retail often arises. Many consumers find themselves wondering which option offers the best value for their money. In this article, we’ll explore the cost-saving advantages of purchasing pajama pants in bulk, particularly focusing on the USA market. 1.Understanding the Appeal of Bulk…

[trashydemigodmess]

@godlyborn​

Macey didn’t go into the city very often anymore. Albeit for the occasional professional dance class or nice dinner. But, she always remembered how fun it was to make the trek in and explore when she was younger. So, when Spencer mentioned not having explored much of the city either, she decided to jump at the chance.

Instagram-worthy, ridiculous rainbow colored bagels now in hand, the two of them walked down an equally Instagram-worthy street. “—And then we sprinted off the bus and made it back to the show before their set was even done.” Macey laughed, almost triumphant, “Extremely stupid, but, that’s probably the craziest thing I’ve done in the city. But also how I own the flannel shirt of an Australian rock star that I’ll keep forever, so, I cant really complain.”

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Maddie and Tom headcanons, please! Congrats on the new puppy!

Tom and Maddie headcanons? I love those two, they’re so sweet and wholesome! If I ever choose to be in a serious relationship again I’d like for it to be what they have. I love them! And thank you! I love her—she’s a punk! ((In case you didn’t know, I adopted a rescue puppy on 09/05/2020, she’s an Australian Cattle dog and I LOVE her)).

Tom and Maddie cannot cook! They’ve tried several times I’m the past to learn how to make a decent meal, but it’s always turned out rough. Translation: it’s always caught on fire. They really didn’t start trying to cook their meals until they’ve adopted Sonic as their son. They make an effort to cook every night and sit together as on big family.

Tom lost his mother at a young age. He remembers bits and pieces of her, but not all of her. He lost her too young. Tom grew up under the care of his father and with assistance of Crazy Carl—thé family’s life long friend. He doesn’t talk much about his mother’s passing, but he will talk about it with Maddie. He’s only mentioned if briefly to Sonic.

Maddie is Tom’s person. She’s his missing piece. Being around her makes him feel safe. When he’s with her, his confidence skyrockets and he feels invisible. She helps him become a better version of himself, as well as always has his back 100%.

Tom is Maddie’s person. He’s her missing piece. Tom is a very loyal and dedicated person to whom he loves. He would move mountains, sacrifice himself, and give her anything he has to make sure that she is okay. She trusts him with her heart.

Tom and Maddie met almost ten years ago when Crazy Carl cornered The Blue Devil in Farmer Zimmer’s barn. Tom and Wade were called to the scene to arrest whatever was in the barn, but it escaped before anyone could react. All that Tom recalls was being rubbed over by a blue streak and lightning shocking him. Wade, trying his best, tool Tom to visit the only doctor in town, Madeline “Maddie” Robinson. The doctor had been out all day, gone fishin’. Maddie the Vet was the next best option. Tom woke up to staring at the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen in his life and fell in love with her instantly. He visited her everyday at the clinic until Maddie agreed to go on a date with him.

Maddie didn’t know that Tom was the one until their first date... which went completely WRONG. Anything that could have happened did happen. Dinner was caught on fire, they accidentally locked themselves out the house, it rained on them out on the patio, Maddie’s Jeep had her engine stolen, and they ended up missing their movie at the movie theater. They stayed in for the night and slept on the couch, then Tom took her to work the next morning and paid to fix her Jeep. She could have left that night, but she loved spending time with him, he never game up and improvised well. What made her fall in love was when they were watching the stars together at night, him explains everything and talking as if they were longtime friends. That’s when she fell in love with him.

Tom loves Maddie’s snort laugh. He goes nuts for it and tries anything that he can to get her to laugh. It’s best when he tickles her. Meanwhile, Tom will laugh so hard that he sneezes.

Both share a deep love for animals. They both love to help animals in danger, donate to any rescue center in town, and they’ve fostered animals in the past. Ozzie was a foster dog that they’ve rescued, he was a dog that was sick, the owners abandoned him, and someone found him on the street. Maddie and Tom bonded right away with Ozzie and kept him after meeting him.

Maddie loves to steal Tom’s t-shirts and hoodies to wear. They’re big, they’re soft, and she likes that it smells like his cologn and donut glaze on it. She wears them all the time, even taking some to wear as a night gown. Sorry Tom, they’re bae’s now... you can say, “goodbye” to your favorite flannel.

There are some nights where Tom has to take a night shift. He hates them due to not being with Maddie. However, Maddie always shows up to the Sheriff’s Department at 03:00am with some hot coffee, a box of donuts, a breakfast burrito, and breakfast sandwiches. They’ll stay up late with each other all through the night and they head home together when Wade comes in. (They usually spend the whole night flirting and playing board games that she brought with her).

Maddie is a very good singer. Tom loves the idea of singing, but he’s not very good at it. It sounds like a scraggled turkey. However, it doesn’t stop the two from singing duets in the car.

...Tom and Maddie have tried in the past to have children...

Maddie has a lead foot when it comes to driving. She loves to go over the speed limit and drive like a NASCAR racer. It scares Tom completely when he’s in the passenger seat and ends up getting motion sickness after.

Tom and Maddie are at the point in their relationship where they can look at each other and know what the other thinks deep down. They’ve also learned to read their small cues, such as Maddie fluttering her eyes when she wants Tom to pay attention or her, or when Tom clicks his tongue when he needs gum.

Depending on who gets up first, Tom or Maddie likes to watch the other sleep in the early morning. Tom will caress her hair and plant a kiss on her forehead before he gets up. Maddie likes to give Tom an ear rub—yes, Tom likes his ears rubbed—and she wakes him up with a kiss. Sometimes Ozzie will come and wake up the two with his food dish in his mouth, but that’s besides the point.

When it comes down to making life-changing decisions, the two are very quick to sacrifice their happiness for the other. As the two were quickly fixing the house, they’ve realized that Sonic, himself, was returning home to his cave. The two followed him into the forest and saw where he lived. Right then and there they knew that the Space Hog needed a him and that he needed a family. They moved everything into their home and set it up, even returning the Olive Garden gift card in return for adoption papers. When Sonic was welcomed home, the two presented him to his new room and showed that they had legally made him their son. That bit of happiness went a long way for them, it made them both appreciate the gift that they were given and they’ve thanked their lucky stars every day.

I’d like to thank @movie-robotnik-positivity , @the-brucest-fan , and @writersonicfan91 for helping me out with some of these for the headcanons. Thank you all! You‘re all very wonderful and very creative people! Tom and Maddie do deserve more love, I would love to see a scene of how the two met each other in the second film. I would love it! Thank you for suggesting it!

Stay safe for me, okay?

You matter❤️

[cottegecorepanarabread]

10 Things I Hate About Tsuki pt.3

ok hi I wrote more of this because it is an obsession. also I personally headcanon that Akaashi and Tadashi use he/they pronouns so if you don’t like that you can just live with it. I also don’t want to over feminize characters so don’t think there will be a lot of that (there will be like 3 skirt wearing parts) ok will enjoy and credit as always to the writers of 10 things I hate about you.

transition song 1- feed my ego by mickey darling

transition song 2- typical story by hobo johnson

No I don’t love you, I just love the things you say

Feed my ego

Keep telling me all the ways that you think I’m great

Feed my ego

“So how do we get him to date Yamaguchi?” Bokuto asked.

“Easy,” Hinata said, “we get someone to pay Tsukishima to take out Yamaguchi to make them think that they then get the chance to take Kageyama but I actually get to date him.”

“I mean sure.” Bokuto looked excited. 

“But who do we ask?” Daichi said.

“Oh! I know,” Bokuto clapped his hands.

“Hey Terushima!” Bokuto called, “I have an idea for you. You want to date Kagayama but can’t, so you should pay Tsukishima to take out his brother so he can date.”

“And what do you get out of it? Popularity.” 

“One ride in your car,”

“Deal.” Terushima smirked.

“Tsukishima Kei.” Terushima came up to him during gym.

Kei ignored him.

“You see that guy,” he pointed at Tadashi who was knocking someone over in the soccer field, “I want you to take him out so I can date his brother. And done think I’m doing this for nothing I’ll give you $75.”

“Ok sure. I’m bored anyway.” Kei shook Terushima’s outstretched hand.

Bokuto and Daichi each held stacks of flyers. 

“Party at Kuroo’s Friday, free beer?” Hinata asked.

“He’s a guy that plays volleyball with us.” 

Hinata nodded. Daichi and Bokuto threw them down the stairwell.

It’s a typical story

Were the bassist kills the singer

The guitarist and the drummer find out there in love with each other 

Tadashi walked through the music store. He picked out multiple CDs. He caught himself in a mirror. He looked at his ripped mom jeans accented with silver chains, cropped black Remo Dive shirt, and red flannel. He loved the perfect way his eyeliner as smudged out this morning. He played with the blue beaded bracelet Kageyama had made for him so everyone knew to use masculine pronouns that day. 

Tadashi loved Kageyama but sometimes it was just hard to deal with his bitchy attitude sometimes. He picked up a 5th CD and made his away to the counter. He payed for the CDs and excitedly made his way to the car. It had an aux cord but the CDs were just so convenient.

When he got to his Jeep, he saw the blond boy from his English class. Tsukishima Kei was his name, right?

“This bumper is nice,” Kei smirked.

“Thanks it’s Australian. It’s made to withstand Kangaroos so you can imagine what it could do to a tall blond boy wasting my time.” Tadashi couldn’t help but like the attention even if Tsukishima was a pain in the ass.

“What CDs did you get?”

“Now Tsuki why would that be your business.” He said but handed over the bag anyway.

“Best buds by mom jeans. That’s a good one.” He handed the bag back to Tadashi. 

“You know who mom jeans is?”

“I know more than you think Yamaguchi.” he winked, “go to Kuroo’s party with me.”

“Not likely.”

“Ok I'll pick you up at 9″

[lu-undy]

Hi!❤️. Spy is a romantic. He always makes nice things for Sniper, and the dates he plans are amazing. Sniper wants to be romantic too, so, this time, he wants to surprise Spy with his own planned date. He'll take him camping and they'll watch the starry together. Convincing Spy to go camping was a little hard, but totally worth it, Spy completely loved that date.

Alright, a date in the forest it is! I hope you’ll like it!

“Non, Sniper, I cannot accept.”

“How can you not like it if you’ve never tried it?”

Spy got up from the shade of the van and walked further away, his more-than-friend on his heels.

“Let us be serious, Sniper. Do you see me in the middle of a forest with squeaky plastic green boots?”

The Australian sighed and let his shoulders sink. He put a hand on Spy’s back who had just lit a cigarette.

“Spook, please… You always take me to wonderful places I’ve never been before, luxurious hotels and restaurants, and there was the tailor too, that fancy hairdresser… I want to try and open yer horizons too. I-I’m sorry I’m not a fancy city man like you but-but I’m sure I can make it worth your time.”

Sniper saw the cloud of smoke float in the air like the steam of an old train. Thoughts were racing in Spy’s head.

“Please, Spy. It’s not all about dirt and wilderness. There are beautiful things outside of a city’s walls.”

The Frenchman turned to face the reason his heart was beating for and Sniper put his gloved hand on his cheek.

“Like you, right now, you’re in the middle of the desert and uh… Y-you… You’re just beautiful.” 

Spy raised his eyes to Sniper. His lagoon blue eyes shone so gently that he didn’t find it in his cold stone heart to refuse.

“Fine.”

“Really?”

“Oui. Let us go camping tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much!” The Australian squeezed the slim Frenchman between his arms.

“S-Sniper!”

“Ah, yeah, sorry, the suit, alroight, I’m sorry.” Sniper took a step back and wrapped his arms around his own self, lowering his head. He knew the Frenchman didn’t like anyone to touch his absurdly expensive attire.

“Sniper, look at me.”

The Australian shyly raised his eyes.

“I don’t like when other people touch my suit…” Spy added a smug smile, for good measure.

They had spent the night in Sniper’s campervan and when the sun rose up, the Frenchman found himself entangled in his lover’s limbs. His first reflex was to free himself certainly out of professional habit but then he realised that he liked that embrace more than he could admit. The warmth of his lover, the comfort of his soft body, the touch of his rough skin against Spy’s…

“Mornin’, Spook…”

“Oh, you woke up?”

“Felt you movin’ on me.”

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep. You may go back to your dreams if you will.” Spy took Sniper’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. He couldn’t see it but the Australian’s eyes snapped wide under the gentle touch.

“Not a chance. I’m likin’ this way too much…” The embrace tightened.

“So, when are we going to the jungle, Tarzan?” 

“Oi, I’m no Tarzan and I’m takin’ you to a forest, not a jungle.”

“I don’t see the shadow of a difference.”

“Between me and Tarzan or between a jungle and the forest?”

“Oui.”

“You’re a bloody mystery and a half.”

“It is indeed my job title.”

About an hour later, the van was crossing the empty golden, flat desert, on the thin strip of grey asphalt.

“Are we there yet?”

“Spook, not yet.”

A few seconds passed and the van's engine was roaring.

“And now, Bushman, are we there yet?”

“Do you see anythin’ that looks like a bloody forest?”

“Non, I can only see the dull, boring orange desert.”

“Well then that means we’re not there yet, roight?”

“How long is this journey, Bushman? Are we going to make it before you get baby kangaroos?”

“Oi! A bit of patience, Spook!”

The Frenchman sighed and let his head fall back on the headrest.

“Also, I can’t get babies on my own, this isn’t how it works.”

“Is this an invitation?” Spy smirked.

“Shut up!” Sniper nudged him with his elbow.

The journey took an extra hour before they could see the end of the orange and the beginning of the green. The Australian lifted his foot off the gas pedal and eventually parked somewhere that the Frenchman would describe as “the middle of nowhere”.

“Roight, this is it.”

“Ah, oui, merci Sniper, for this delightful ride to the middle of nowhere, forest edition.”

“Oh get out and cheer up, I’ll show you some nice stuff!” Sniper answered and cut the engine off.

“After you, Mister guide…”

They got off the van. 

“Uhm, I am not really dressed for this, Sniper.”

“Come ‘round. I can lend you some clothes.”

“Non merci.”

[No thanks.]

“You’d rather walk around in yer suit and nice shoes, then?”

“I did not say that.”

“Then c’mere.”

They walked to the van’s back and Sniper jumped in. He rummaged through his belongings and found an old flannel shirt and a pair of jeans as well as some white trainers.

“Here, wear this.”

“I do hope that you are kidding me, mon beau.”

[my handsome one]

“Nah, I’m not. It should be yer size more or less and it’s fine to get them a bit dirty, although you’ll see that we’re not gonna go through any survival things. This is just to show you that you can find as many beautiful things in nature as you can in a city.”

The Frenchman winced.

“Alroight, I can uh… I mean if it helps, I can… Ahem…” Sniper put a hand on the nape of his neck. 

Spy jumped in the van and got close to his lover. 

“Tell me, what is it?”

Sniper glanced over his lover’s shoulder and seeing the door shut, he lowered his head and whispered.

“I… I can remove yer suit for you and dress you up… I-if that helps I mean…”

“Oh I don’t know if that would help.” Spy smirked and put his index finger under Sniper’s chin to push it up until their eyes met. “On one hand, if you do remove my clothes, I might get carried away. Should you proceed anyway, I would find it most enjoyable.”

“Is that a yes then?”

“Oui.”

“Alroight…”

A few minutes later, both men were out in the green. Spy kept his gloves and balaclava on. He took his lover’s hand in his.

“Show me then, please.”

“Alroight, see those trees here, well, you gotta understand somethin’ about the way they work…”

It wasn’t a visit, it was a trek, an excursion, a hike across the green. The Australian unveiled the secrets of the forest, the local wildlife as well as the typical flora around this parts.

“Oh and what is it about the mosquitoes! it’s getting worse!”

“Ah that must mean one thing, Spook, we’re getting closer to some water. Oh, look here, on the ground.”

“What are those fluffy, uhm, mille-pattes?”

“Mill-what?”

“What do you call those insects with a lot of legs?”

“Ah, caterpillars. These are called caterpillars.”

“Why are they so fluffy? Can we touch them?”

Spy got his finger closer to them.

“No, no, don’t! They’ll sting you!”

The Australian took his lover’s hand away.

“And why do they walk in a line like this? They look like they’re queueing for something…”

“Haha, my poor city man, they’re blind, that’s why they follow the only one that has any idea where it’s going!”

“Oh… I see…”

“What do you think about’em?”

“They look actually quite pretty. And very organised.”

“Glad to hear you say it, they’re amazin’ these creatures, see? Blind but they know what they’re doing! Let’s continue.”

“Fine, I’ll follow you.”

The guided tour lasted the entire day and to Spy, it seemed that he had received an entire encyclopaedia of information about the place. Everything had been accounting for, every straw of grass included. The sun was now gently setting in the distance.

“Hungry, luv’?”

The Frenchman raised an eyebrow.

“Did you just call me…?”

“Oh, uhm, sorry, that came out like that, I didn’t think about it, uh…”

“Don’t apologise, now I am quite hungry indeed…”

Spy winked at his lover and Sniper’s cheeks turned red instantly.

“R-roight, uhm, I-I’ll get the fire goin’ uh…”

“Sniper?”

“Yeah?”

“Let me light the fire, please.”

Sniper’s eyebrows jumped.

“You know how to do it?”

“May I try?”

“Alroight, go ahead. I’ll get to the van and arrange some stuff meanwhile.”

A few minutes later, the Australian exited his van again.

“Crikey, you did it! You lit a fire!”

Sniper jumped out of his van and leapt at his lover.

“Mon amour, non-oof!”

[My love]

The momentum of the Australian’s jump made them both tumble and fall on the grass. The Frenchman rolled his eyes.

“Oh now even my balaclava will be dirty…!”

“Yeah, but it’s protecting yer hair! Why are you always seeing the glass always half-empty?”

Spy smiled.

“I guess you are right.”

“Also, did you just call me-?”

“My love, oui, I did.”

“I… I love you.”

Sniper wrapped his arms around his lover and buried his head in his chest as he laid on top of him on the earthy ground of the forest.

“Sniper, y-you are crushing me…”

“Don’t care, I just love you.”

They enjoyed their sausages and marshmallows, sat on a tree log, Spy leaning his head on his lover’s shoulder. The sun had now fully set and the sole source of light on which they could rely was the dancing flames of the campfire that the Frenchman had made. 

“It’s cold now, mon amour.”

“It is. Climb up the van’s roof, I’ll be a minute.”

“The roof?”

“Yeah.”

“But it’s cold!”

“Trust me, Spook, please.”

“Fine. I have been so far so why not go all the way?"

A few minutes later, both men were on the van’s rooftop. Sniper had put the flames out and only the smoke floated in the air, evaporating through the darkness of the night. 

“Here, a duvet, we’ll be a bit warmer.”

The Australian sat next to his lover and threw the cover on their shoulders. Spy snuggled up against his taller man.

“Now look up, luv’. See those stars in the sky?”

“I see them in your eyes.”

Sniper looked down and saw the Frenchman’s eyes riveted on his, his wide black pupils reflecting the moonlight. 

“Oh, uh, they must look tiny on my eyes, uh, y-you better look at the sky to see them better, I think.”

“You are adorable.” Spy took Sniper’s arm in his and looked up. 

“See those stars shaped like a saucepan?”

“Oui.”

“That’s the Great Bear.”

“It doesn’t look like one, does it?” Spy tilted his head left and right, trying to see where on Earth anyone could see a bear up there.

“Nah, it’s true… And that one there, the upside down saucepan, that’s the Small Bear.”

“It doesn’t make any sense, Bushman. Who are these people who decided on that, their vision is terrible! Have they ever seen a bear in real life?!”

“Oi, don’t blame me, I have nothing to do with that, luv’! I’m just explaining it to ya.”

“I know, but still. They should have called it the saucepan and the upside down saucepan.”

“I agree with ya. Now there’s that one there, that’s the Dragon.”

“And unsurprisingly, it does not look like one.”

“Oh cause maybe you have seen a dragon in real life?”

“And what if I did.”

“Oh, shut up and c’mere…!”

They snuggled up closer to each other under their white fluffy blanket and  the dark one God had laid above their heads.

“So what about today? Did you like it?”

“Oui, I think I did. You know a lot of things about this… Nature business…”

“Well, yeah, I’ve lived most of my adult life outside and in me van, so I guess it makes sense.”

“I find this interesting.”

“Is that a way to say that you would like a second trip some time?”

“Maybe, Bushman. It all depends on one thing, you see.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“The way that you decide to spend this night with me.”

“Well, we’ve got the cover here and no one around for miles…”

The gaze they exchanged in the night sealed their decision and as the day had started with their limbs entangled, it ended the same way. 

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office Series - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Two: Overthinking

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Sorry this part’s so short! I have more ideas coming but they wouldn’t have fit right in this chapter ://

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here! Brief mentions of sex, nothin’ too bad.

PSA: Everyone please stay safe out there! Protect your elders, family members with chronic illnesses/diseases/etc., and all those whose immune systems are extremely vulnerable to this virus!

My eyes peeled open at approximately three in the morning. The room was still dark, my naked figure still remained on top of George’s, and the previous events were clear as day in my head. This uneasy feeling rested in my stomach, a feeling of guilt, and it made me want to throw up. Feeling so vulnerable, like I’d exposed so much of myself to a man I barely knew, it was a new sensation and I felt almost angry at myself for my actions. Why did I let this man perform such an intimate action on me? Why did I do the same to him? It made me even more uncomfortable that we didn’t have a label on our relationship, that all he thought he was to me was a coworker. 

I wanted to cry, I wanted to sob my heart out and curl into a ball by myself, in my own bed. But, instead, I lay on top of George in my naked form, our skin flush against each other, as I fought back tears that threatened to spill from my confused y/e/c eyes. I wasn’t sure why I was so emotional, why I felt so exposed and guilty for having oral sex with George. Bree did this all the time, right? This felt different though, maybe because of the fact that we had an unlabeled relationship and the fear of being abandoned had been taking over me. Or, maybe, it was a sense of shame that I’d let myself lose my self control and got lost in the intimacy. 

Wherever this guilt and shame feeling was coming from, it was eating me alive and I had no idea what to do about it. I wondered how George would react when he awoke. Was he expecting me to leave, like a one night stand would? I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, because I, most certainly, did not believe this to be a one night stand. I wished he would talk to me, that his eyes would flutter open and I’d be able to tell him how guilty I was feeling. I wished I could interrogate him with a label, because I needed to know what this meant. 

I couldn’t help the tears spilling out now, they dragged down my face and pattered onto his chest like raindrops. I wanted, so badly, just to be in my own bedroom, by myself without the worries of George seeing me cry and asking ‘what’s wrong’; there was too much wrong with my head at that moment, far too much to explain to him and if I’d tried, he’d no doubt think I was a lunatic. I sniffled, wiping my eyes quickly before I heard him stir in his sleep. I froze, stilling my body, hoping that I hadn’t woken him up. With one of his arms snaked lazily around me, his breathing returned to its previous steady rhythm. 

“I know you’re awake,” he mumbled.

I was wrong; he didn’t go back to sleep.

I sighed, feeling his fingers begin to trace patterns on my bare back. 

“I’m just thinking,” I answered back, my breath against his skin. 

He rested his chin on top of my head.

“What about, love?”

Love. Why did he have to do this to me, to make me feel so warm and safe after all of those feelings I’d been having? Why did he have to confuse me even more? Curse this handsome British man.

“What last night meant,” I admitted.

If it wouldn’t come out now, it’d come out eventually. I didn’t see any point in lying anymore. His fingers stopped abruptly against my back, before quickly resuming. I felt his warm breath against my hair, feeling him press his lips against my scalp. 

“What do you want it to have meant?” he questioned softly.

I brought one of my own fingers to the bed, tracing the flannel design on the sheets in hopes of making this conversation easier for me.

“I didn’t really want it to be casual,” I confessed, my eyes focusing on my finger tracing. “I’m not one to have casual sex, not that we actually had sex, but I think oral sex still applies,” I blabbered nervously.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he muttered into my hair. “I really like you, Y/n. I was actually quite worried that you’d leave in the middle of the night.”

My eyes widened at his confession, butterflies making my stomach feel sick.

“I like you too, George. I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, I think.”

My finger led to his arm, tracing over the veins that traveled from the backs of his hands to his forearms. His skin was soft and warm, and I found this simple action comforting my anxious head.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he offered, now brushing his fingers gently up and down my back, differing from his previous design tracing. 

“No, thanks.” I traced my fingers up to his biceps, feeling him shiver under me as he reacted to the movement of my gentle fingers. “I’m feeling a bit better, actually,” I mumbled against his skin.

I felt him press his lips against the top of my head, keeping them there for a moment. I wondered if he was inhaling the scent of my lavender shampoo.

“I like this,” I added softly, moving my fingers down to the back of his hand. “I like just laying like this.”

He moved the arm I’d been tracing and wrapped it around me, joining his other arm. I felt him brush his cheek against my hair, nuzzling me. I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face as he embraced me lovingly.

“Me too.”

The second time I’d woken up that morning, I was feeling much better in contrast to the first time. Knowing George’s feelings for me and feeling him embrace me gave me some of the comfort that I’d needed. I turned my head so that my chin rested on his chest, as I watched him sleep. He looked so calm, there hadn’t been a single frustrated crease on his face. His bruised eye was a greenish yellow hue that day, signifying that it was properly healing, and the scab on his lip had reopened from last night’s activities. I gently ran the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip, checking for any blood. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine instantly. 

“Has my alarm gone off?” he asked, his accent accentuated due to its raspiness and exhaustion. 

And as if on cue, the alarm on his phone blared. He groaned, his head tilting back in dramatic agony before reaching for the device and turning it off. He put his phone back down, before returning his attention back to me. A lazy smile took over his lips, his eyes swollen with sleep as he looked at me. His arms removed themselves from my back, as both of his palms grasped each side of my face, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he commented, as his eyes observed my face.

My cheeks heated instantly before I gained the confidence to roll my eyes and push myself off of him.

“C’mon, we have to get ready for work,” I reminded him. My eyes widened. Work. “Shit, I have to get to my apartment.”

“Do you want me to whip up something quick for breakfast before you leave?” he offered.

I frowned, realizing the sun had already started to rise through the curtains of his room.

“I don’t think I have time,” I chewed on my lip. “But I really wish I did; I still have to shower after last night,” I reminded him. 

He smirked at the mention of last night. 

“Alright, at least let me walk you out to your car, then,” he pleaded.

I gave him a toothy grin.

“Of course.”

I changed into my clothes after the long process of looking for the fabrics strewn all over his floor. He copied my actions until the both of us were fully dressed and ready to leave. I grabbed my purse on the way out, which had been sitting in his kitchen. The chicken parmesan recipe reminded me of the way we washed dishes afterwards, how he’d told me about missing his family in England and how his father was Australian. Conversations like those, conversations about childhood and life before we’d met made me fall more and more in love with George.

As we made our way to my parked car, I leant against the door and looked up at him. The way his skin glowed underneath the rising sun, the way the beautiful colors washed over him and made his hair look golden. I slipped my tongue between my lips and fisted the collar of his shirt, bringing him to my lips. His arms immediately snaked around my waist as our lips moved intensely against one another’s, returning to our perfect rhythm. I could feel myself melt under George; he was absorbing me by the second and I knew I would be too far gone soon enough, but I didn’t care anymore. 

We finally released, as I gave him one last peck to savor the taste of his lips, the taste of him.

“I’ll see you at the office?” I smirked, watching his blissful expression. I hoped I was having the same effect on him. 

I drove away, leaving him looking fucked-out. But, God, I loved it. 

As soon as I entered the apartment, I was immediately met with Bree’s wide hazel eyes.

“I will tell you everything later,” I promised quickly, before hopping into the shower and taking possibly the fastest shower I’d ever taken in my life.

I threw on a dress, a jacket, and wedges and left the house, not even caring to do my makeup. I sped to work, praying that I’d be on time. And after rushing into the elevator and speed-walking toward my office, I was finally able to breathe regularly. I looked across to my brunette friend, my lips curling into a smile at his presence.

“You’re back today?” I queried, logging into my computer and settling into my chair.

“I am,” he confirmed, winking at me with his signature smile.

“Let’s get this mother fucking show on the road, then, shall we?” I clapped my hands together, opening my documents that I’d already written and sending them to him.

After work, I went out to retrieve my CBD oil for the article before returning to the apartment. But as soon as I turned the knob, Bree was shouting from the couch.

“Tell! Me! Everything!” she begged. 

I rolled my eyes, throwing my purse and my bag from the pharmacy onto the small kitchen table before making a seat next to her on the couch. 

“We did not fuck,” I stated.

“But you did something, right?” she asked, her eyebrows raising.

I nodded slowly, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. She scooted herself closer to me.

“Well, what the fuck did you guys do?” she urged. 

“Well, first, he taught me how to make chicken parmesan–”

“Y/n,” she interrupted, dramatically begging.

“We had oral sex,” I confessed with a sheepish smile.

Her bushy eyebrows furrowed at me.

“Wait, so he ate you out and you sucked his dick?”

I rolled my eyes at her raunchy language.

“Yes,” I sighed.

She stilled, her eyes boring into mine.

“Did he make you cum?”

The memories replayed in my head; the tightening feeling in my stomach, the shaking of my legs, the curling of my toes, his tongue; how could I have not orgasmed?

“Yes!” I practically screamed. “God, it was amazing.”

She threw a fist in the air.

“Thank fucking Lord, Y/n has finally got a guy to make her cum!”

I rolled my eyes, but it was true.

George was the first guy to ever make me cum. Who would’ve thought?