#burgundy pullover

[susoriginals]

Vintage Burgundy Wine Rugby Shirt Long Sleeve Pullover by Consensus Sportswear Men's Extra Large Athletic Grunge Only $8

[neil-gaiman]

Hello!

Thought this might be fun. Context: I was with my boyfriend this morning, we’ve been together for more than two years and circled around each other for an embarrassing amount of time in our teens, we met as competitors, Physics Olympiads. Now, we both have some very specific kind of almost opposite personalities. Quite literally night and day, and the fact is reflected on our clothing, I always dress in black/dark grey/burgundy, jeans and blazer or shirt, he tends to wear almost always light colours and shades of blue/khaki (I mockingly call him “blueberry porridge” at times), shirt and pullover or simple tees. We found out about the existence of Good Omens right after S2 was released, since in our department at Uni (Physics) our colleagues, probably also thanks to my customary round shades and partially dark red hair, started referring to the two of us -to me in particular- in a very peculiar manner you might have an idea of. We had to watch the series and read the book. We discovered our colleagues were far more right than it seemed (it’s positively creepy). It became our main source of entertainment. There have been plenty of such conversations, and fights came to an end exactly like this, but the scene that happened this morning was so spontaneous on his part that had me laugh particularly hard so here I am sharing it.

I came back from a small walk, threw my sunglasses on the lectern I have in my room and kicked off my shoes as I usually do. He glared at me as he usually does when I act like that (he’s the “untie your shoes one at a time, loosen the laces a bit and neatly put them near the bedroom door possibly on the same tile” kind of person). This time he added “You see, we couldn’t possibly have children, you’d teach them all the wrong things, you savage”. And I answered, sarcastically and without thinking too much about it “THEN you’ll teach them the good ones so we’ll cancel out and they’ll grow up normal”.

We silently stared at each other for a good 5 seconds. And then he just shouted “HARRY THE RABBIT” and energically waved a towel he was holding in my face.

My life has been a fucking storm till some time ago, and now it’s almost 8 months of it being like this every day. Seriously, thank you (also for the disastrous first kiss. We can relate, for surprisingly analogous reasons, but that’s a bit too personal to share online. What I’d like to say is, even with so many people not liking that part, we ultimately rebuilt our trust in each other thanks to it). Now I have my daily dose of “Get thee behind me foul fiend” every time we try to get through some door at the same time. And every time he says that he lets me get through it first, and I get to give him an annoyed “when-are-we-growing-up” look we both know is as phony as a three-dollar bill.

My heart has been warmed.

[viharmons]

What would be ur recs/advice for those who wanna start dressing like violet? I started the show less than a week ago ( late to the party, I know lmao ) but I already love it and she really stands out to me as a character.

Ps: I think ur posts are so cool!!

thank you! better to be late than never come i guess. :,)

if you're looking into violet's style and just want to dress like her, i recommend doing research on all of her outfits. she dresses very grunge-like at times with a twinge of girly and boho style. a great example of this is her outfit in “home invasion”, where she wears a dress and a flannel paired together.

the way she wears dresses is slightly influenced by 90s style. in “home invasion”, violet asks the girls if the tights they're forcing her to wear are vintage. it's clear that violet loves vintage style clothing. this photo is from a 1996 delia’s fall catalog, which is similar to violet's clothing style.

model A is definitely wearing something violet would wear. as violet loves to pair short-sleeve dresses with long sleeves. she also often wears combat-style boots with dresses, or vintage-style ankle boots. she wears ballet flats a few times, giving her outfits a feminine look. she also does wear a few blouses. violet is more on the girly side when it comes to dressing up.

for shoes, violet wears a lot of boots and ballet flats. her most common boots worn are her urban outfitters ecoté equestrian ankle boot. she wears them with almost every outfit with leggings, tights, etc.. with most of her outfits, she does wear combat-style boots. a great example of this is her boots worn with her ymc dress and the boots worn with the joie cardigan. she does wear ballet flats a few times, once with the spending time pullover and once with her free people fit and flare burgundy skater dress. only once in the show she wears sneakers. she also wears black, lace up oxfords with her a.p.c dress, which are never worn again after that.

violet often wears patterned clothing. the most common pattern violet wears is floral. almost all of her dresses have floral prints. her tights also have floral patterns. she often wears paisley print tops as well, such as the free people regal macrame asymmetrical tunic and the paisley ruffle top worn underneath the banana republic striped cardigan. she likes stripes as well, her socks are striped as well as some of her cardigans and sweaters.

another thing to remember is that violet always layers her clothing. underneath sweaters, she always wears an undershirt. underneath dresses, she wears long sleeves, and so on. underneath tank tops, she often layers two long sleeves or rolls up the sleeves.

she most often covers up her body when wearing dresses. she always wears something underneath her dresses to avoid showing any cleavage. she always makes sure to wear long sleeves with dresses as well to hide her cuts. when wearing sleeveless dresses, violet will pair cardigans or long sleeves underneath a dress to avoid showing her arms. when wearing shorts and dresses, violet always wears tights or long socks. it's clear that violet doesn't like to show a lot of skin. when wearing tank tops or short sleeves, she always wears something underneath unless she's by herself or with tate. only a few times in the show violet shows some skin, but not very much.

violet also loves graphic t-shirts. she wears a few of them like the j. crew lake erie boating club henley, the custom-made kinks tee, and the nordstrom chloe k. multicolored feather print tee. when wearing these, she always wears a long sleeve top underneath. as for long sleeves, violet likes to wear burnouts, such as the free people floral burnout henley and the free people striped long sleeve burnout in sand.

as for color, her outfits are never really vibrant. most of the time they include colors with dark hues. she wears a lot of black, purple, burgundy, gray, and beige from what i've seen. most of her outfits consist of muted color schemes.

for accessories, violet wears a lot of hats and bracelets. she wears the urban outfitters bailey of hollywood cosgrove wide brim pork pie hat a couple times. she also wears a lot of knit beanies or berets. when wearing bracelets, she really just wears whatever, such as pearl bracelets, knot bracelets, hair ties, and so on. she likes to wear scarves too, and she wears a small wrist scarf around her wrist a few times. with every outfit, violet wears silver hoop earrings, which aren't too noticeable unless she pulls her hair back. she also includes different bags, such as her rothco book bag and her ecoté backpack.

another thing about her style is that she often wears a lot of free people and urban outfitters brands, such as pins and needles, staring at stars, bdg, ecoté, and so on. free people is a mainly boho style clothing brand, and violet does wear a lot of boho style clothing as well. once in the show, she does wear a crochet white beanie, which stems from the whole 2010s boho style.

she wears crochet tank tops, paisley patterns, floral patterns, macrame vests and tank tops, ponchos, crochet dresses, lace tops and dresses, fringe cardigans and bags, the list goes on. her style overall is a mix of 2010’s boho, grunge, and vintage style clothing.

if you're looking to actually collect exacts, then before you start collecting, i would recommend doing your research on violet's outfits so you don't get the wrong exact. i've seen people buy the wrong colorway of the trapeze slip dress, so you should probably do your research first.

to start collecting violet’s clothes, you may want to start with some common items. such as the items listed down below. do keep in mind, as the years go on, the availability of some exacts are getting more and more limited as they age, so get these while you can.

• free people intimately voile and lace trapeze slip dress in storm.

• anthropologie moulinette soeurs anthro horkelia shift dress in orange.

• free people fit and flare burgundy skater dress.

• free people lost in the forest knit pullover in tan/faded rose.

• free people spending time pullover in ivory/cream.

these items are almost always available, these are some casual staples in your collection that really capture violet's unique style. new collectors usually get these anyway because if and when any rarer items are on sale, older collectors usually strive to get those because they've probably been looking for them for a while. as you slowly start to build your collection up, you can start to buy rarer exacts.

i recommend searching for items on other apps such as mercari, poshmark, vinted, curtsy, and ebay. if you search hard enough, you can find these items for really cheap. you can type in the brand name of an item you're looking for with a vague description of it, just like this. you can even use image searches on poshmark and ebay if you want.

you can find really cheap exacts this way, but if you can't find anything, then don't be discouraged. mapleavenues has been selling exacts since the early 2010s, and she still does to this day. she's on depop, poshmark, and ebay. however, her prices are high, so if you're not willing to pay that much, then you may wanna start searching with this method.

this is pretty much all i have to say about dressing like violet. this was a bit rushed, but i tried! violet's style is so unique and it always surprises me. so don't be afraid to change up your outfits every now and then like violet does. hopefully i explained this well enough, but violet's style doesn't have a main theme, so it is very, very complex and hard to explain. :,) hopefully this helps.

[xvioletharmonx]

♡ VIOLET STUFF ON SALE%♡

♡ Ecote cropped sweater in creme $180

size small

♡ screen accurate Free people Black floral Henley $85 SOLD

size xs

♡ screen accurate Pins n Needles sweater $165

size small

♡ screen accurate Free people lost in the forest in creme rainbow $75

size large

♡ Splendid tab shirt in navy $35

size small

♡ Free people asymmetrical animal print tank in alt color dark purple $68

size small

♡ screen accurate Cabin in the woods skirt $200 SOLD

size small

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♡New Exacts♡

♡ screen accurate EUC Banana Republic wool blend striped draped lightweight cardigan $135

size small

♡ screen accurate Free people Free People Floral Fit and Flare skater Dress in boysenberry burgundy $135

size small

♡ Free People Floral Fit and Flare Dress in black $100

size small

♡ Free people burnout Henley alt for floral burnout $60

size medium (other sellers with top listed are all inactive except maple avenues and this one. I did a deep search. Idk why? But yeah…I tried 3 separate sellers with the listing and no response for weeks and last active years ago. SMH)

♡ Free people spending time pullover $110 SOLD

size med

♡ Free people trapeze dress in blue $95 offering $88 now

size xs and s

THANKS! LOVE YA

[hauntinggviolet]

What are the most rare exacts?

Sadly, some of the best identified ones (imo).. Im not including some because I've seen them pop up a bit more, either by resellers or in general. Im also thinking about how many collectors actually own them. List below 🖤

- Ecote boots

- Full outfit: YMC dress, J. Crew henley, and Rubbish cardigan.

- Reformation dress

- Full outfit: Chloe K feather top, Free people burnout stripe top, BDG floral leggings

- Joie cardigan

- Trouve sheer top

- Staring at stars slip in NAVY (The white is not too rare, I managed to get two, and i have only seen one/two photo(s) of the actual SA one.)

- Boutique Forever 21 chevron cardigan

- See by chloe distressed sweater (full-length sleeve version)

- Free People Terry lace pullover

- Free People Regal Macrame tunic

- Ecote cropped sweater

- Free People Lucious Lagoon slip in GRAY/BLACK

- Kimchi Blue wildflower dress in PURPLE

- C&C California dip-dye top

- Free People tights. (Burgundy and Gray)

- Sparkle & Fade Dolman Sleeve Cardigan

[hauntingcryptids]

New Attire

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor wants to show The Reader something he found, but you are too distracted by his new item of clothing.

Warnings - None that I know of (let me know if I missed something)

Word Count - 961

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just another little thought that I had. I hope that you enjoy it.

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The Doctor sent you a message in the middle of the night for you to wake up to. You had to persuade him into this new change. Usually, The Doctor would barge into your room in the middle of the night and drag you out of bed in order to show you the thing that excited him. But you were growing so tired in the middle of adventures that you had to change from the previous routine for your safety.

The Doctor’s message was a rambling maze of information about a new discovery in space and how much The Doctor missed you. It was sweet reading The Doctor’s love and care for you, even though you had only been asleep and away from him for about eight hours. Waking up to his little (or sometimes quite extensive) messages were always a joy to wake up to.

You got dressed and ready and headed toward the main library where The Doctor asked to meet you. Though, you briefly stopped by The TARDIS’s main kitchen and made a heavily caffeinated drink and some breakfast.

When you entered the library, you saw The Doctor roaming around a couple of tables that were completely covered with research papers, astronomical charts, and stacks of books. He was clearly ecstatic. Before he even saw you, The Doctor was jumping up and down and smiling widely whenever the weight of this new astronomical discovery would ping around his brain again.

You loved seeing him like this. Just The Doctor being himself. Completely in his element and no longer stressed by random enemies or The Master trying to destroy him again. Though one thing about the image before you had caught you off guard. 

The Doctor was wearing a burgundy sleeveless sweater over his lilac button-down shirt. It looked cute on him, but you had never seen him in a sweater ever, let alone a sleeveless pullover. It seemed like something he would wear, but also this extra garment somehow made him look so much less Human, which you thought would have been a big feat.

“Y/n! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you for ages!” The Doctor was practically shouting with excitement. He bounded to you and gently placed his palm against the small of your back as he lead you to the table that he had set up with all of his research throughout the night. The Doctor, instead of actively talking about his discovery, was ranting about how he wished that you had been awake when he first came across the phenomenon. One thing you never expected about The Doctor is that he would be so romantic. It was a very Doctor-esc brand of romanticism, but he was incredibly romantic nevertheless. He was always wishing to experience new things and firsts with you. It was adorable. And you wished that you could focus on his affection, but, in your just-woken-up brain, you could help but focus on the outfit he wore today.

“What are you wearing?” You jokingly questioned as you sat on a nearby sofa after the previous conversation came to an end.

“A sleeveless sweater. Why?” The Doctor looked down at his outfit and ran a self-conscious hand down his chest.

“Since when did you wear pullovers? Especially sleeveless ones.”

“I wear them all the time actually. You just haven’t seen when I get cold.”

“You get cold!” You exclaimed, dramatically and sarcastically. The Doctor in this regeneration was constantly chilly. He was always asking his TARDIS to light a fire in fireplaces, always curled up in blankets, always hugging you and cuddling you for your warmth. Surprisingly though, he had never added a new layer of clothing to his outfit of choice, until today.

“Do you not like it?” The Doctor asked tentatively. Oh no! He was getting sad and insecure because of your questioning. That’s not what your intent was in asking about his sweater.

“I like it, I just wasn’t expecting you to wear something like that.” You tried to reassure him and explain, but The Doctor had already made up his mind about your opinion.

“You hate it.” The Doctor concluded in his anxiously rambling mind and slouched in sadness.

“Doctor.”

“I knew that you would hate it. I was stupid to think that you would like it.”

“Doctor.”

“Why did I even pull this stupid thing out of my wardrobe? I’m so stupid sometimes!”

“Doctor. Come here!” You reached your hands out to The Doctor and made a child-like grabbing motion with them. The Doctor slumped over to where you were now sitting and delicately, hesitantly, grasped your hands with his. The Doctor wouldn’t look you in the eye, but he made sure to tap the toes of his shoes against yours (a little act of intimacy he would always perform, no matter where he was or how upset he was).

“You look cute.

“Are you sure that I don’t look stupid or dorky?” The Doctor swung your clasped hands back and forth anxiously.

“Dorky yes, but never stupid.” The Doctor groaned and tried to walk away but you pulled him back to stand in front of you.

“No, you look cute, Doctor!”

“Promise?” The Doctor finally ventured a peek up at your face, but it was brief and timid.

“I promise!” You placed many kisses on The Doctor’s knuckles causing the old Time Lord to look away flustered. Despite being in a relationship for a while now, you never failed to fluster The Doctor. Even though he didn’t always know how to respond, The Doctor was always grateful for your reassurance. 

“Do you want to see what I found?” The Doctor asked in a hopeful tone, finally looking back at you with restored confidence.

“Absolutely, Doctor!”

[gabby-135]

Fashion trendsHardly any other world turns as quickly as the fashion merry-go-round. What is seen as poor taste today can be hot tomorrow - and vice versa. Trendsetters, fashion journalists, style gurus, stars, bloggers and designers worldwide show us what is in and what we better ought to stay away from. Peter Pan collar, ethnic look, animal prints or rather the little black dress? So that you don't lose track of where fashion is going, we'll search for international trends for you. The most important rule, however, is and remains this: Wear what you like!Getty Images, Getty Images for Kaftan CitraVelvet is here to stay – forever?!If the international fashion shows are anything to go by, that’s the way it looks – preferably all over. Velvet dresses, velvet skirts, velvet suits are all popular, and not just in classic colours such as black or navy, but in bright mustard and burgundy shades too. The fabric is soft, warm and comfortable and, with the right design, screams luxury and opulence, especially when the outfit is floor-length. XL-lengths are another current megatrend!Getty Images (2)Pretty in plaidChecks have become a fashion evergreen. True fashionistas dress in tartan (Scottish checks) or Vichy (gingham), preferably from head to toe. Gingham, a combination of white squares with black and often blue, red or pastel shades, has long been a favourite choice for a light, summer look. Now, alongside Scottish tartan (preferably red), it enjoys a wardrobe presence all year round.Getty Images (2)From black to metallicHave you heard the bold saying, “Wear black or stay naked”? It’s true! Black is a key element of current fashion trends. And so is grey! Both are colours that can individually be combined with statement pieces or worn with splashes of pop-out colour, as well as monochrome outfits using a range of patterns and textures. Grey always looks well-dressed, and a grey cashmere pullover creates a wonderfully casual elegance. Sparkling looks in silver and metallics are also right on trend, and they’re unbeatable when worn in combination with grey shades.AFP/Getty Images, Gamma-Rapho via Getty ImagesA weekend in the countrysideBritish country style is celebrating a comeback. With classic tweed suits and tartan patterns, long boots, leather buttons and cosy knitwear. Colour code: earthy tones in every shade, with cream, a little red and, of course, green. Essentially: laid-back, cool and natural.AFP/Getty Images (2)Patchwork as artThat’s truly brave: Silvery shimmering patches are combined with net fabric and knitted glitter wool to create an oversized pullover. Wildly patterned patches seem to have been thrown together at random, competing with one another. Colourful strings of pearls swing with every movement. Fake fur and enormous bows join the party too, when it comes to transforming otherwise simple dresses into outstanding and extravagant statement pieces.WireImage, Gamma-Rapho via Getty ImagesBusiness as usual?Certainly not! Trouser suits are all-rounders, making them our number one choice for the office and into the evening. They can be classic, or sometimes made of funky and colourful cord or velvet with a brave seventies look. Hands off anything that emphasises a tailored waist! That’s too stressed and what’s more, totally out. Boyfriend styles and the layered look are much more relaxed

[the-everqueen]

hi!! it’s cold here too. what do you think Lucienne & Rose’s winter wear would look like? 🧣❄️

stay warm! we (the collective city it's just me here) are prepped for potential power outages but i hope you have layers and heating and hot beverages.

this ask is so fucking cute. Lucienne is obviously practical above all else. she's got a thick knit beanie for her head. she's maybe got one of those ear-flap hats if it gets Really Cold. she already dresses in layers in her professional attire, so we know she has a pair of long undies. she CLEARLY owns multiple knit and slouchy cardigans. she's got a long overcoat. she's got one of those head-to-toe puffer jackets. there's a variety of jewel-toned scarves. she sheds layers as necessary and folds them up neatly on her chair or desk. Dream has given her a little magical heater that looks like a pond lily that offers light and keeps her desk inks fluid. (this bitch ain't never switching to digital or even ballpoint pens.) i imagine the Most Daring she gets is a fair isle knit sweater or a beanie with a pouf on top. she's neutrals to monochrome but if she's feeling spicy there's a deep burgundy cape with some gold stitch detailing on the hems.

Rose lived in Brooklyn so realistically she knows what winter looks like. pero also she was presumably a college student so she's got an eclectic thrift wardrobe going on. we know she loves a sweater vest. like Lucienne, she tends to dress in neutrals or deep toned colors, but i bet she found a North Face puffer that's like, lime green at a buffalo exchange for $20 and she snagged that shit. i DO think she'd be into the scrunchy knit leg warmers trend. leggings. midi wool skirt. patterned sweater vest on top of a sweatshirt/pullover. long knit fingerless gloves. any combo of beanies or head scarves to keep her hair from getting snow or sleet in it. none of these things are in colors that "match" but somehow she's making it work.

in the LA guard dog au she has to donate half her winter gear because SoCal just does NOT get that cold. ever. she needs a slicker and some long sleeves and a couple sweaters. probably for the first five years she's one of those transplants who goes out in shorts or t-shirts in January when everyone else is bundled against an imagined ice age.

for some reason i imagine it snows more in the Dreaming when it's Daniel rather than Morpheus. because he's a little cotton candy snowflake man? because children like snow days? because Morpheus walked around tits out for god knows how many millennia and that seems uncomfortable if it's also subzero temps? idk. anyways. imagine Danny and Luce sharing hot cocoa. imagine Morpheus and Calliope making a snowbeast with their kid.

[violettecandied]

do you have any violet exacts?

I do! I have the crafty cuff thermal in pink, I have the piggy piggy slip in burgundy. I also have the orange dress that Violet wore on her first day to school and the free People spending time pullover! 

[deluccetti]

How did you find your del exacts? Could you maybe do a tutorial or share some of the names from the exacts

The method I used for most of my exacts is Google image searching the clothing item I’d take a pic from the series and image reverse search it and browse the products that came up!

Her jeans were acid washed jeans (as the pattern) although I would find those online since they sadly are not trending anymore the way they did in 2019.

Her orange sweater was named the USA LOUISIANA 1994 Orange crop top orange pullover sweatshirt

The black hoodie was named the Justin Bieber stadium purpose tour crop top hoodie black

The burgundy bomber jacket was the brand ‘divided’

However the easiest exact you will definitely find is the grey champion cropped hoodie

The blue manhattan cropped shirt was from H&M

And the yellow and purple striped hoodie was from Urban Outfitters.

If you are wanting to collect the 52 shirt I sadly cannot provide any info on that since I was unable to find it myself so I DIY it with a similar shirt.

[susoriginals]

Vintage Burgundy Wine Rugby Shirt Long Sleeve Pullover by Covington Men's Extra Large Athletic Grunge Only $6

[plutodeclassified]

rudolph fentz, the man from taured, and i: rivers & gates, pt 1

"As Einstein himself pointed out. He said we're like people in a boat without oars drifting along a winding river. Around us we see only the present. We can't see the past, back in the bends and curves behind us. But it's there." — Jack Finney, Time and Again

James Herondale can't believe he's doing this. This is the second or third time this week that he's found himself picking Matthew up from a mundane police station. He recieved a note passed on by an Irregular telling him that Matthew's been arrested, this time for getting drunk (as usual) and punching a mundane who'd called him a faggot (less usual, and James finds himself angry on Matthew's behalf). Nobody else is around to collect him, and Shadowhunters aren't supposed to get tangled up in the mundane legal system, so James has to go and get him home before he's stuck in a cell long enough for the policemen to realize something's off.

"You here to pick up the drunk or the girl?" the bailiff asks when James walks into the station rubbing his arms and hoping the persuasion runes on his wrists are working.

"You're taking both of us!" Matthew yells at him in Welsh from the station's cell. "I'm not going anywhere without the other man!"

"I'm sorry," says James, "what?"

"I made a friend here," Matthew continues, "and you're bailing him out, too!"

James says, "I'm taking both of them."

The bailiff gives him a weird sort of look, but he gets his keys and lets both people out of the cell—Matthew, and a very small, bespectacled young man about their age, carrying a grey canvas satchel. He looks a little odd to say the least, with his brimmed black cap and straight, thick short hair, which is a decidedly not-normal shade of mahogany red.

"Thanks," he says. "The absolute last say I wanted to end today was getting booked into a mundane police station for crossdressing and public indecency." He indicates his blue pullover shirt (printed with a gigantic yellow cartoon tabby attacking a city, and the word Catzilla) and black denim trousers with some dismay. "I'm not even indecent. Everything is covered." He turns to the bailiff. "Excuse me? Sir?"

The bailiff regards him with some concern. "Yes?"

"Uh, where's my bicycle? You impounded it when I got here, please tell me you've still got it."

The bailiff grumbles, rummages in his desk drawer, hands him a small ring of keys (his own, no doubt, from the look of them, not at all like any string of keys James has seen before), and points him to a barred window, against which he's locked a burgundy-colored bicycle of an unfamiliar style.

"Thank you." He flashes the bailif a grateful smile, unlocks the bicycle, and rolls it from the station onto the sidewalk outside, as if just expecting the two Shadowhunters to follow.

"Math," says James, "who is this? And why is it so dreadfully important that he come with us?"

"He's a Shadowhunter, Jamie," Matthew answers. "Like us."

"Well, sort of like you," he amends. "Not quit. I've got faerie blood on my mother's side." He puts down the kickstand on his bicycle so he can let go, turns around, and offers James a handshake, displaying the Voyance rune on the back of his left hand. "Pluto Lochlyn Westhouse. I'm a time traveler from the 21st Century."

For a moment, James just stands there, stunned. He doesn't accept Pluto's handshake. He says, "Prove it."

"Fine," says Matthew, "but let's do that back at the Devil, it's freezing out here."

The Devil Tavern. Second floor. Headquarters. The roof leaks. It's freezing. The time traveler James and Matthew brought back with them doesn't seem to care. He sinks into one of the room's self-dismantling armchairs and hugs his satchel to his chest as the Thieves disperse themselves around the room, settling into sofas and chairs. Christopher takes a seat next to him. He was here already with Thomas when the time traveler arrived, and the introductions were a mix of shock and awe from everyone.

The time traveler smells like salt and sage and cedar and something foreign he doesn't think exists in this decade. He looks at Christopher and gives him a tiny, weak sort of smile and promptly looks away again.

"So you're telling me," James says, "that you're from the year 2024."

He paces back and forth in front of the fireplace. Christopher can guess he's trying to think over the initial panic they're all steeped in, that worry of how is interacting with him going to mess up our future, and, the Inquisitor is going to have us all killed for this.

"Yes," says Pluto. "Around this time, too. The end of August, start of September." His voice is small with cold and distress.

James turns around. "And you said you got here by . . . Portal accident?"

"Yeah." Pluto's shoulders bend in a little. "My dad and I were traveling back from Taigh Liath, we'd just been up to visit my grandparents for the summer, and I stepped through the Portal and came out the outlet side in completely the wrong city, over a hundred years into the past."

"And I'm supposed to believe this because . . ."

"I don't think he's lying," says Christopher.

"You don't?" says James.

"No, look." Christopher holds out a hand to Pluto, who stares back at him with wary eyes the color of a storm coming in. "Could I have one of your boots? Please?"

Cautiously, Pluto unlaces one of his boots and removes it. The foot inside is small, encased in a thick, warm-looking black sock. Christopher wonders absently if the sock is wool, or some next-millennium fabric he's never heard of. He wonders what twenty-first century toes look like. Do they paint the nails, the way Pluto's fingernails are painted a dark, metallic shade of purple, near to black?

Christopher takes the boot, turns it over, frowns at it, sniffs it. There it is again, that odd, faint, bitter smell he's never encountered before: almost like the scent of rubber, but not quite. The fabric feels strange under his hands, and when he presses on the thick sole, it's indeed almost but not quite like rubber, and it yields ever so slightly if he really pushes. Pieces of it are a vivid shade of acid-dye purple. He hands the boot to James. "Have you ever seen material like that before?"

"No," says James, "I haven't."

"See?" says Christopher. "Just look at Pluto—half of what he's wearing doesn't exist yet. And I've never seen a bicycle quite like his before, either."

"It's electric," says Pluto. "Look, I can prove it further, but I want my boot back."

James passes the boot to Christopher, and Christopher passes it to Pluto. Pluto puts the boot back on, laces it up and double knots it, opens up their satchel, and removes a flat black slab with a dull surface and a shiny one. He presses a raised key on the side and half the inside lights up with a bright, witchlight-like glow, revealing a strange, cluttered image he can't properly process.

"It's called a tablet," Matthew says. "He showed it to me, too."

Christopher finds himself annoyed, though he can't say exactly why.

"What does it do?" James asks.

"Lots and lots of things," says Pluto. "It has an encyclopedia, a newspaper, a travel guide, a library . . . it calculates mathematics, publishes writing, plays movies and music, you can even use it to draw. All at the same time, even. Or, it did. In order to do half of that it needs something called a server, to connect it to a bunch of other computers—the connection is called the Internet, and without the internet it can't do quite as much. Oh, and the screen is touch sensitive. That's how you use it."

Christopher leans closer, wanting to pick up the strange machine and turn it over and inspect it. He wants, suddenly and without reason, to do the same to Pluto's hands.

When he first heard the words 'time traveler,' Christopher hadn't expected the future to look like a half-faerie with dyed bloodred hair. He hadn't expect to find himself as fascinated with Pluto's smile and his voice and the flutter of his long hands as with the materials that make up his strange synthetic clothes and the odd, unfamiliar technology he brings with him. For the first time, Christopher looks at someone and he wants to touch: to rub the material of Pluto's clothes between his fingers to see how it differs from the fabrics available to him here, to see how the dye changes the composition of his hair, to lay his hand to Pluto's cheek and see if 21st Century skin feels the same as his own does in his decade.

"So we need to think about how to get you home," James says, interrupting Christopher before he can ask to do any of those things, or start asking any more questions. "Unless you plan on staying here."

Pluto shakes his head. "If you'd asked me before I arrived here, I'd say yes, absolutely, I'm staying. But it's different when your dad's back home in your own time period, wondering where you are."

"I'm not going to send you to the Clave," James says. "I trust Charlotte and I trust my parents but I wouldn't trust Inquisitor Bridgestock with this situation and if the Clave gets involved, he's going to be involved. And I don't need him trying to lock anyone away in the Silent City for accidental timeline violations."

"Good," Pluto says. "I think you'll find I don't trust the Clave much either. So then who?"

"Well, Magnus Bane is in town. We'll start with him. He's friends with Ragnor Fell, who is an expert in dimensional magic. Between the two of them they should be able to find a way to send you back."

"One more thing," says Pluto. "I'm not sitting this out. I can and will do a Jim Rockford and go around you guys if I have to. I want you to tell me what all's going on, and if I have something to say, I want to be listened to."

"Why wouldn't we listen to you?" Christopher asks.

"Because I can't—because I'm from the future? Because sometimes my ideas are batshit crazy and they really don't work? Like . . . when I first got here, I assumed I had to have somehow done it myself."

"How would you Portal yourself into the past?" Thomas asks. "You're a Shadowhunter. You haven't got that kind of magic. That doesn't make any sense."

"Well, I'm half banshee, but even then . . . yeah, you're right, I don't have magic that could do that." Pluto takes a deep breath. "Okay. So there's this guy, he'd be about, I don't know, five years old right now, anyway, his name's Albert Einstein and he's a really important figure in mundane history—he's also a huge meme, but that's beside the point. Anyway, Einstein thought that time . . . time isn't so much directly linear as it is like a river, or a road. You and whatever wind and water and things are with you, you're going one way. And you can't look back and see the past behind you. But it's still there. It's not . . . gone. So then there's this other guy, his name's Jack Finney, and he wrote a book called Time and Again, where they try to use hypnotherapy to send someone into the past. I thought I must've accidentally done in real life what they did in fiction: I'm in the middle of some deep research into the Van Meter cryptid sightings, which took place in 1903, and I drove myself through a Portal into 1903."

"That sounds highly improbable," says Christopher. "You haven't considered, at all, the possibility that someone else brought you here? Perhaps on purpose?"

"I'm beginning to now," says Pluto. He sinks back into his chair and pulls his feet up onto the seat, hugging his knees to his chest. "I do think it's a bit too nice of a coincidence that the stranded accidental time traveler just so happens to end up in the exact same police station cell as another Shadowhunter—someone who could potentially help me. Speaking of which, I need to go change before I contract hypothermia or get myself arrested again."

"I can send for my sister," James offers. "She might have something we can borrow. I need to tell her I'll be home late anyway—I'll say we have a blood-soaked werewolf, she'll believe it."

"Thank you," says Pluto, unfolding himself from the chair, "but I've got clothes of my own. It gets cold in Scotland in the summer and that is where I was."

"I do have to go downstairs, still," James says, rising to his feet. "If you'd like anything?"

"I don't know. Maybe some hot broth?"

James smiles. "Hot broth it is." He steps out and shuts the door.

"I," says Matthew, "am going downstairs too, to get a drink. This is entirely too much excitement for me. Thomas, scientist, science fiction—good day." He stops in the doorway and offers them all a little bow before he shuts the door.

"Science fiction?" Pluto says, and bursts out laughing.

"Well," says Christopher, "technically you're science fact now."

Thomas bends forward in his chair, rubbing at his chin. "Are all people in the 21st Century like this? So . . . forceful?"

"Oh, no. We have all kinds of people in the 21st Century, loud and quiet, forceful and passive . . . that's part of why I have trouble wrapping my head around why I'm the one that was brought here, from that time. There are so many other Shadowhunters right now who would love to take my place. And most of them—most of them would be much, much better representatives of life in the future."

Christopher tilts his head. "I suppose you're not allowed to tell us anything about the future, then."

"I think it's reasonably safe to say things about the mundane future to you Shadowhunters, since you disconnect yourselves deliberately from it anyways, you're not involved in mundane politics, in their scandals and wars. But I can never, ever tell you about the Downworld's future. Ever. So don't you ever dare ask me about it." Pluto shakes her head. "Though, the mundane future . . . I suppose, if you had questions, I could give you little bits and pieces of information. Just not dates and times or anything. I can tell you about the research I've been doing, since that's not really about the future so much—they exist back here, too."

"Research?" asks James, stepping back into the room, with Matthew right behind him.

"I've spent the past year dedicated to an intensive study of holler goblins."

"Holler goblins," says James.

"Yeah. Cave-dwelling goblins. Kelly-Hopkinsville incident. I never received any proper Shadowhunter training so I've had time to learn more about and try to contact these goblins. We've made so much headway in Nephilim-Downworlder relations, it seems a shame we haven't made any meaningful connection with them yet. They're very reclusive but the legend is they're very powerful, and I think they may have interesting things to share. I met Dash because their research into potential uses for mundane ghost hunting equipment started overlapping with my anthropological study of the goblins."

"Into what now?" says Matthew.

The door bangs open. Lucie stands on the threshold. She walks into the room, stops dead, and glares accusingly at James. "You said you had a blood-soaked werewolf," she says. "That is definitely not a blood-soaked werewolf."

"I wasn't expecting you to follow me here," James says, wincing. "I was hoping to keep this under wraps."

"Keep what under wraps?" says Lucie. "James, who is this?"

Pluto gets to his feet and offers Lucie a handshake. "Hi. I'm Pluto Lochlyn Westhouse. I'm a time traveler from the 21st Century."

[gnigniwardrobe]

Veronique Branquinho: F/W04 Twin Peaks Collection.

Graduating from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Antwerp in 1995, Veronique Branquinho is a fashion designer who often flies under the radar when compared to the attention other historic Antwerp designers such as Raf Simons and Martin Margiela receive. Since retired as a designer as of 2017, her aesthetic as a designer for both womenswear and menswear could be described as a blend of casual and formalwear with a specific focus on the contemporary styles of Europe in the late 90s/early 2000s. Known for her toned down color palette, and elegant tailoring, Veronique Branquinho was adored by many at the time who desired her reserved takes on both men's and womenswear basics.

Usually unassociated with being conceptual in her collections, for her Fall/Winter 2004 menswear show she defied this and recreated the world of David Lynch's experimental crime series, Twin Peaks. The show's presentation took place in a recreation of a setting synonymous with the show called "The Red Room". Models in the show were dressed in attire similar to the styles and aesthetics of the characters in Twin Peaks, the way the models were presented reflected specific scenes from the series. Sherpa jackets, plaid patterns and chunky sweaters referenced the clothes seen worn by the residents in the small logging town which the series takes place.

Veronique Branquinho, a designer who emerged the same time and from the same place as many of fashion's historic figures, is not one who should be overlooked when analyzing late 90s/early 2000's fashion. Veronique Branquinho not only provided runways with tasteful and alluring classic designs, she proved herself as a designer who was also capable of designing complete conceptual collections that conveyed a captivating story to an audience.

source: @archivepdf on instagram

Being invited by Pitti Immagine was the perfect opportunity for Veronique Branquinho to do a first live presentation. Veronique Branquinho looks upon men’s fashion as a selection of indispensable evergreens worn by realistic man, rather than focusing on idols, muses or remote stars. Due to her subtle approach to menswear, Veronique has always been reluctant to do a classical catwalk setting, the Teatro Goldoni enables her to stage an alternative event which presents the collection to it’s full potential. The performance is not shown by professional models, but “real life” men. Together with choreographer Sam Louwyck, she created a scene, set in an alienating atmosphere, inspired by the “red room” from David Lynch’s Twin Peaks, with its typical zig-zag floor and red curtains. For Autumn-Winter ’04-’05 she shows brown tuxedos, tuxedos refined by subtle detailing such as contrasting collars in burgundy or brown satin. Moreover she combines these details in perfect harmony with more casual garments: turtleneck jerseys worn under ceremonial shirts with pleated inserts, cumberbands, foulards, ceremonial trimmings on sweatersleeves. Furthermore she hints at the world of hunters and lumberjacks, using recognisable materials and designs: sharp cut coats in traditional loden with a boxpleat at the rear, waxed cotton trenchcoats, parkas finished with a fake fur trim at the hood and duffelcoats with red sheppard lining. Checks are predominantly present through the collection: the same red sheppard pattern reoccurs blown up and handknitted in shetland jumpers, in jackets with sheepskin lining and biaiscut details and in wide lumberjack shorts with similar biaiscut details and pleats at the rear. The concept is emphasized by layering the different checks and knotting both shirts and pullovers around the waist, pants are tucked into the boots.

source: Scott on a random blog from 2004

[cooyahclothing]

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[starkraivennemad]

The Smartest Man

I walk into the restaurant and nod to the owner, who always greets me when he knows I will be there. I nod in greeting and look around as I remove my coat.

“Mister Lestrade arrived five minutes ago. He is at your usual table, sir.”  Davek informs me quietly as takes my coat. After learning the hard way that I am allergic to Siamese cats, he knows to bag it and hang it away from everyone else’s. “I have also left your second usual open.”

“Thank you, Davek.” I accept the information and head in.

My usual table was is just off the wall, near the back exit, but has very little foot traffic. It is more out in the open where I can casually view all around me and is easier for my security to get to me, and get me out, if necessary. My second usual table is a semi-private booth against the wall. It added a whopping forty extra seconds if extraction became necessary, but was better suited for private conversations. That Davek, a very observant man in his own right, sat Lestrade there was telling.

Like me, Gregory does not like having his back to the door, so I appreciate that he has left my preferred seat for me and though his back is to me, I easily spot him. His silver hair gleams even in the semi-dimmed lighting for dinner. The burgundy pullover he wears is finely made and fits him well. It’s better than what he usually wears, the ill- fitting, but comfortable suits for work. I know that means he went home early from work and changed clothes, but then I note his body language. Slouched, elbows on table as his hands fiddle with the empty highball glass before him. The water glass is untouched and he has only been here five minutes? Something has happened.

That is why Davek left the booth available.

“Good evening, Gregory.” I tap him lightly on the shoulder and gesture to the booth. “I see by your face we would be better off sitting there. Leave the glass, they will bring a fresh one.”

“Good evening, Mycroft.” Gregory echoes as he rises, his face grateful as he sees the booth. “Thank you.”

I order drinks and appetizers with the server as Gregory follows me to the table.  

I idly note as my security acknowledges the change among themselves, then forget them as I focus on what is important – Gregory and what ever has happened to have him looking as he does.

It hurts me to see the dejection that sours his whole being. I live for his smile, especially when I imagine it is directed at me, but know better. I want nothing more than to pull him into my arms, hold him and tell him whatever it is, I will make it right for him. Alas, I am in love with a married man and keep those feelings to myself. I treasure the friendship that we have forged from our former animosities in the decade of knowing each other. I do not have anyone else outside of my brother, I can call such, I will not risk losing it and have nothing with him.

He accepts his new drink as I receive my Macallan when they arrive. I then know why he looks as he does. He lifts the bourbon with his left hand. A left hand with a tan line that tells of the ring that was there a week ago when I saw him last.

He sees my eyes stray to his hand and gives a mocking salute with it. “You’re the smartest person I know. Tell me.”

His not soon enough to be ex-wife Amelia was a serial philanderess, at least in the last three of their six-year marriage. Greg only knows of three affairs, but my brother and I deduced a total of five lovers. Over the holidays, Sherlock in his usual unthinking manner, tactlessly informed Gregory of the current lover, the PE teacher, an ongoing affair of four months.  

“The PE teacher was the straw. The camel has filed for divorce at last.” I say sardonically as I also raise my glass and take a sip. I must to give me a moment to hide the smile that wants to break forth.

“Like I said smartest man I know.” Greg takes a large sip then pushes his glass away as he looks at me. The sadness in his eyes is unbearable. “So perhaps you can tell me, why am I so hard to love and be faithful to?”

“Oh Gregory! Don’t you dare take what that woman has done as a failure of yourself. ” I unthinkingly grab the hand that starts to reach for the drink again and hold it. “You gave her far more chances than she ever deserved. You loved her and married her with the full and correct expectation of receiving what you gave her - faithfulness and loyalty.” I realize I am holding his hand and I interlock our fingers when I feel him start to pull away, holding him in place as I continue. “She thought she had what it took to be married to a cop and did not. That is not her fault – it is not an easy thing. However, instead of being up front with it and neatly breaking away, she did…what she did…multiple times.”

Greg snorts derisively at that. I am secretly ecstatic when uses his other hand to take his glass and drink. I feel his fingers grasp mine in search of the comfort, he does not know how to - or if he can - ask me for, I give it to him.

“I promise you this: someday you and I will be at dinner and we will look back on this day and laugh. We will laugh because by then you will be in love with and be loved by someone who will cherish you and understand the joys, the long hours and the perils what you do, but will never hold it against you.”

Greg smiles for the first time that evening. It is a watery, but honest one. I squeeze the hand I hold once and let it go when he slowly – is it my imagination that it is reluctantly? – pulls it away knowing it is not something the Iceman would normally do. I can tell he appreciates it, and that makes me happy. “You can promise that?”

I know I am a cold man. I have curated this untouchable Iceman image with care. It protects me from everything, but my own heart which is unknowingly in the keeping of the man whose hand I just held. The man who has somehow broken through the many ice walls I surround myself with.

“You are a man who can be loved. Who deserves to be loved, Gregory.”

“You think so?”

“I do.” I look at his left hand again and curiosity gets the best of me. “Forgive me, but what did you do with your ring?”

Greg reaches for his water goblet and takes several large gulps as his face turns to crimson. This is a bit not good.

“Dear lord man, what did you do?”

Greg shakes his head in denial, but he is also holding his stomach trying not to laugh.

“You did not!” I gasp at the unexpectedness of it as the answer comes to me.

“Yes, I did.” Gregory outright laughs. “It was a shite marriage; it seemed a fitting burial of it. Or rather it will be - eventually.”

He is laughing, that also makes me quietly happy that I can give this to him.

I bring a serviette to my lips at the most ungracious snort that escapes and try to stifle my own urge to laugh. He makes me, ME, laugh – out loud. It is what he gives to me and one of the many reasons I love him.

As much hope as I now have, I fully understand this is not the right time to profess my love for him. He needs time. That I can give him and mentally send a wish out to Universe that when he is ready, I am the one he chooses next.

“How did you know I…?” Gregory lets a cheeky giggle escape.

I wink smiling, “I am the smartest person you know.”

[ejbarnes]

This is me. Including clothes. Especially clothes. I will never forget my burgundy heather wool pullover sweater. I had my tailor patch the elbows about three times before he told me to just get a new sweater already. By then 15 years had passed and Land's End wasn't selling women's pullover sweaters in burgundy heather any more, for no logical reason whatsoever. I had loved it to death like the Velveteen Rabbit. By the way, I continued going to that tailor until he retired. And then when he sold his business to somebody else, I went to them until they closed the place last year. Repairs are just easier than shopping. Really.