#hanger inc

[avacoleman]

all i wanted (was you) || a firstprince fic

summary: It's been nearly a decade since exes Henry and Alex have last seen or heard from each other. After one unexpected night of reuniting thanks to the meddling of their mutual friend, the pair find that neither time nor circumstance can stop their flame from rekindling. With the complications of Henry's marriage to another man and his scheduled return to London looming, the two must navigate life's difficulties as they grapple with what a possible future could mean for them.

chapter 1/9 || rated e || read on ao3 || listen to the playlist *updates every tues. and fri.*

I could follow you to the beginning Just to relive the start Maybe then we'd remember to slow down At all of our favorite parts

Women in gorgeous dresses, men in perfectly tailored tuxedos, this year’s Okonjo Foundation gala is glamorous and fabulous, everything one could expect from an event hosted by Pez.

Henry finds himself in the midst of it all. The room is packed with all sorts of influential people in different industries. Henry is proud to have a place among them. As COO of Fox Mountchristen Windsor Inc, England’s premiere media conglomerate, his position on the foundation's board of directors is an additional point of pride. All the same, he typically feels like a fish out of water when he’s without someone he knows to offset the intensity of such a large gathering.

Henry isn’t exactly sure how he’s landed into a conversation with strangers, but they seem to know of him nonetheless. He makes cordial talk with an older couple and two hanger-ons. Henry feels terrible for already forgetting everyone’s name, especially as they seem keen on making him the focus of the group’s conversation.

“And where is your lovely husband tonight?” a woman asks. Suddenly the ring on Henry’s fourth finger feels more like a noose around his neck.

He clears his throat to buy himself a moment. It’s a question he knew was inevitable. One doesn’t marry one of the newest emerging faces in the tech world without constantly being seen as a packaged, inseparable pair.

“I’m afraid Daniel is in San Francisco right now.”

“Such a power couple,” the woman notes, nodding sagely. “Stopping in and conquering both coasts.”

This gets polite laughter from those gathered. To Henry, his laugh sounds false to his own ears, but it doesn’t look as if anyone else notices. The current state of things between him and Daniel couldn’t be more blatantly defined than the fact that they are once more separated. It’s been a running theme in their relationship long before they even uttered the words “I do”. 

It always feels prominent but never more so than when Henry is at events like this and finds himself flying solo. 

He thinks back to the conversation he had with Daniel at their home in London. Henry had told Daniel all about the Okonjo Foundation’s gala in New York, how excited he was to be with Pez for the event and a subsequent working stay as they had plans to expand the foundation. Daniel had agreed to come, a whole month and a half ago. Henry had been glad for it too. It would, in his eyes, be a nice show of support to Pez and the organization Henry was on the board of.

However, just two weeks ago, Daniel had gone back on his promise, citing that he was needed for a conference out in the Bay Area. Henry has been stewing on it for two weeks, unsure whether or not he should believe his own husband. They’ve been through this before, sudden changes to Daniel’s schedule that were nothing more than covers for his infidelity.

Henry runs a hand through his hair, bracing himself as he sees the woman gearing up to say something else to him. He prays that it isn’t more inquiring about Daniel or unsolicited probing into their relationship.

Henry suddenly feels a hand on the small of his back. He looks to the left and almost sighs loudly in relief to find his best friend beside him, champagne flute in his free hand.

“I must whisk our dear Henry away. I’m overdue for a catch up and this beautiful man traveled across the sea just to be here with me tonight,” Pez says to the others.

Henry awkwardly waves and says his goodbyes before turning away from the group.

“Thanks for that,” he says under his breath as he and Pez begin to shuffle away.

Pez hands the glass to Henry of which Henry gratefully accepts.

“That uneasy laugh was practically a Bat-Signal. I knew I was needed.” Pez smiles warmly. “It’s so good to see you in person, Hazza. This city is nothing without you, darling.”

Henry jokingly rolls his eyes but he’s admittedly touched. He’s missed Pez a great deal too even though they visit each other and keep in touch just about every day. 

“Well, good thing you’ve got me for a few weeks then, huh?”

Pez grins and bumps his shoulder against Henry’s just before snagging a high table for them to settle in. Between the decor and the quality of drinks, it’s obvious alone in this cocktail hour that no expense has been spared for the Okonjo Foundation’s gala. Henry can only imagine what the hall where the main event is set to start in a few minutes must look like.

As he spends the vast majority of his time back home in England, Henry’s excitement for this evening can’t be overstated. Being back in New York never ceases to put his mind at ease. He supposes he should feel guilty for the thought. He thinks again of Daniel, of the fact that he’s on this trip alone without his husband of two years but the way Henry sees it, it’s hardly different than any other time.

He and Daniel always spend more time apart than together. It’s always been a truth of their marriage– for better or for worse.

Their union was logical. Even with her bigoted thinking, his grandmother couldn’t deny that the combined forces of FMW and Daniel’s lucrative tech company put them in even better standings on a global scale. For Henry, that was truly secondary. He’d fallen hard for Daniel, drawn in by his passion for his dreams, his ambition. At a time when Henry had personally felt so uncertain about his direction in life, it’d been remarkable to find someone who had such a strong sense of self.

In hindsight, he’s been seeing the downside of that. It’d made it so Henry was far more forgiving on things he’d opted to turn a blind eye to.

Henry pushes those thoughts aside once more. Now isn’t the time to dwell on negatives. Tonight is meant to be a celebration, a time for joy and togetherness for a worthy cause.

Henry takes a sip of his drink and continues to survey the crowd as Pez gets a glass of his own from a passing waiter.

“Addressing the large elephant in the room, but I take it Daniel still couldn’t make a shift in his schedule?”

Henry sighs and shakes his head.

“No, he couldn’t. I’m sorry he wasn’t able to attend, but I’m sure he’ll do his best to make it next time.”

Pez snorts.

“I’ll lament in my diary later,” he says dryly.

Henry knows better than to say anything more on the matter. Pez, he acknowledges, has good reason to dislike Daniel. No one holds a grudge better than Pez on behalf of someone he loves. Henry can’t fault him. Some days he secretly envies Pez’s standpoint though he doubts he’d ever say that aloud. All it took was one night of Henry breaking down to Pez in the early days of his relationship with Daniel for Pez to mark him as enemy number one.

It didn’t matter that Daniel had promised he changed, that he would never betray Henry’s trust again. It didn’t matter that Henry had decided to let it go and keep trying. The damage was done in Pez’s eyes and always would be.

“So, I have a bit of a confession to make,” Pez says, switching gears.

Henry raises a brow, instantly suspicious. He’s intrigued but with a friend like Pez, things could go either way.

“Should I be nervous?”

Pez bites on the corner of his lip.

“Well, that’s subjective.”

“That sounds like a yes.”

Pez waves him off.

“I wasn’t lying before when I said I wanted to catch up. There is an update I want to share but it’s not exactly about me.”

Henry tries and fails to guess where Pez might be alluding to.

“I feel like I’m conversing with the Cheshire Cat. What are you on about?”

Pez pauses for a beat, lightly drumming his fingers on the clothed tabletop.

“Alex is coming tonight,” Pez says. The words are said so casually, it’s as if Pez is merely making commentary on the floral arrangements.

Henry swears his heart stops for a moment. His mind floods with memories of his college ex, his first love. The suddenness of hearing his name, of knowing he’ll be face to face with him for the first time in almost ten years makes Henry’s mouth go dry.

“Alex? M-my Alex? Well not my Alex.” Henry sighs. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I mean.”

“Mhmm,” Pez hums, brows rising over the rim of his champagne flute as he takes a sip.

Flustered, Henry downs the contents of his own in one gulp. 

In all fairness, he should have expected this. He’s known full well that Pez and Alex have stayed friends over the years. After all, Pez wasn’t the one that dated and subsequently fell in love with Alex. They were far more equipped to handle Alex’s move back to the U.S once Alex’s year abroad was up after second year.

In hindsight, Henry knows he could have done more to try and be an active part of Alex’s life, but it’d hurt too much to say goodbye in the first place. A clean break felt like the only way to push through. He’s heard bits and pieces about Alex’s life via offhand comments from Pez and the occasional cyberstalking.

He knows Alex managed to pass the bar on his first try. He knows Alex lives here in New York City and has been thriving at his practice. He knows, in his bones, that he should have prepared for this.

“Easy there now. This isn’t tequila. If you want shots, we can go to a bar after my shindig has ended.”

Stronger grade alcohol sounds like a dream now.

Henry keeps watch of the room, eyes scanning like he’s anticipating a potential threat. He figures preparedness is his best chance. If he can locate Alex before his ex finds him, he’ll stand a better chance of bracing for impact. 

It takes another ten minutes but there, a few feet away, Henry spots a familiar head of curls. Even though his back is currently to them, Henry can easily recognize Alex. No amount of time could ever disabuse him of that skill.

Henry is a married man. His heart should not be reacting to Alex and yet it jackhammers behind his ribs all the same. He tells himself it’s just nerves and excitement in seeing an old friend. He thinks nothing of the fact that, in the almost ten years since they broke up, Alex still very much owns his heart.

Alex turns and looks around the room. He seems adorably unsure of himself in this sea of people, clearly trying to find a familiar face.

Pez squeaks, spotting Alex now, and places his empty glass on a passing tray.

“Alexander,” Pez sings loudly like a long lost Schuyler sister.

Alex smiles and follows the sound of his name being sung to where Henry and Pez stand. There’s a brief look of surprise on Alex’s face when his eyes land on Henry. His smile is still in place but it morphs into something a little different, something a bit softer. Perhaps even shyer and reminiscent of the man Henry once knew.

Henry only has a few seconds to collect himself before Alex starts coming over to them.

Henry takes stock of Alex as he approaches, snaking his way smoothly through the crowds. Time has been good to Alex, ridiculously so. If Henry is being frank, Alex has only gotten hotter—objectively speaking, of course. His hair is a little longer. A hint of a 5 o’clock shadow dusts his face. He’s even opted to wear his wire-framed glasses tonight. Needless to say, the look as a whole works.

It’s been one thing to see pictures of Alex online. It’s quite another to be faced with him in the flesh.

“Alex,” Henry greets softly, his eyes still raking over his ex as he joins him and Pez. 

Suddenly Henry feels like he’s in university all over again. His heart flutters, his stomach twisting into knots. It’s been forever and yet still, Alex makes him nervous.

“It’s been…far too long.”

“Eight years, if you can believe it,” Alex replies.

Henry can. He’s loathed every single year that’s separated them since they phased each other out. 

“You look great,” he says, hoping it’s not too forward of a compliment to pay to an ex.

Alex takes it in stride, placing a hand at his sternum and smiling. 

“So do you.”

Alex reaches out a hand and touches the lapel of Henry’s tux. Henry’s breath hitches a little at the unexpected move.

“Very nice,” Alex says, running his palm down the fabric. Henry wonders if Alex can feel his heart racing two layers of clothing below.

Pez looks between the two of them, mischief in his eyes.

“Shall I give you boys a moment to catch up? As much as I’d love to stay and witness this epic reunion, I must attend to my other guests.”

Alex’s smile spreads slow and sweet across his face.

“I think Henry and I can manage just fine on our own.”

There’s something about hearing his name in Alex’s voice after all this time that makes Henry’s blood race faster.

“Oh, I’m sure you two can.”

Henry gives Pez a pointed look but it’s moot. His best friend never feels shame. Henry knows he’s unlikely to start now.

Pez throws his arms over Henry’s and Alex’s shoulders, pulling them both in on either side of him.

“It’s nice to have the gang back together for a spell, isn’t it? Go on, lads. Eat, drink, and be merry. I’ll see you all later.”

With that, Pez detangles himself and cozies up to a group nearby that instantly fawns over him. Henry hopes he can muster up even a fraction of Pez’s confidence to get through this evening with Alex.

“Do you know what table you’re seated at tonight?” Alex asks.

Henry looks away from where Pez has just said something to make the cluster of people laugh, refocusing his attention on Alex. It’s a bit surreal to be standing in front of him now after losing contact for almost a decade. He’s glad, if nothing else, that Alex isn’t somehow holding it against him. Their split was amicable; neither was to blame. Life just pulled them in different directions, on opposite sides of an entire ocean.

“Lucky number 13,” he answers.

“Must be lucky for real,” Alex says, holding his name card up between his fingers. “That’s my table, too.”

Henry doubts it’s luck or even coincidence. He has no doubt Pez has played puppet master with the seating arrangement. Though, if all goes well tonight, perhaps he’ll have to thank Pez for the trickery and meddling in the end.

Cocktail hour finishes and Henry follows the herd of attendees into the banquet hall, Alex close at his side. Together they navigate and find their shared table, taking seats beside one another.

Henry is glad as others start settling into the empty chairs around the table. It helps to take the pressure off of figuring out how exactly to hold a conversation with an ex he’s never quite gotten over. 

Alex has always been extraordinarily good at talking with strangers, able to strike up lengthy conversations and lively debates about literally anything.

It’s a skill he hasn’t lost; Alex keeps dialogue going with everyone, Henry included, in between the night’s festivities. Alex is every bit as charming and alluring as he had been back in their early twenties. He’s only grown more self-assured and Henry can’t help but to wonder what life events between then and now might have filled Alex in with such color.

As the evening comes to a close, Henry finds he feels a little cheated out of fully experiencing Alex.

When it’s down to just them at the table once more, Henry knows it’s now or never to seize his chance.

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to be free tomorrow or so, would you? I’d like to see you again and actually get to talk to you…just the two of us.”

Alex looks a little surprised and for one terrifying moment, Henry worries he might’ve somehow misread Alex’s willingness to interact with him tonight. Alex quickly recovers and nods.

“Yeah, I could manage that. Saturday might be better, but…take my number. We can work out a plan.”

Henry hands his phone over to Alex. He finds himself focusing on Alex’s fingers as he types in his number. 

No ring, he notes. That could mean nothing. Quite frankly, it shouldn’t even mean anything to Henry of all people. 

Still. Henry notices.

“I texted myself, so I’ve got yours too now,” Alex says, handing the device over and reshifting Henry’s focus.

“Great, thank you,” he says awkwardly, half distracted and unsure how to respond.

Alex laughs. Henry blushes.

“How long are you here for?” Alex asks, nudging his knee to Henry’s. The zip of electricity that runs through Henry’s veins at that bit of contact is alarming.

“Um, a month. Pez and I have some work to do with the foundation. I might have to stay longer, but we’ll see how these plans shake out over the next few weeks.”

“Cool. Assuming you don’t get tired of me after the next time we hang out, maybe we could see each other again?”

Henry raises a brow.

“Already looking to pencil yourself into my schedule?”

Alex simply shrugs smoothly and rests back in his chair.

“Well, you’re a busy man from what I can tell. Who knows when I’ll get to see you again while you’re Stateside.”

“It certainly won’t be another eight years, I can at least tell you that much.”

Alex sets his elbow on the table and holds out his pinky finger out to Henry.

“Kicking it old school and bringing out the big guns here. I’m gonna need you to swear it.”

Henry laughs at the absurdity but he hooks his finger with Alex’s. He stops laughing as Alex holds his gaze. Henry subconsciously leans closer, his voice a bit low.

“I promise, Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. We’ll see plenty of each other while I’m here. I give you my word.”

Something flickers in Alex’s eyes at that. It leaves Henry pleasantly shaken.

In the two days following the gala, Henry keeps to his promise. With Alex’s number at hand, the two effortlessly fall into a rhythm of texting, trading random memes and commentary on their day-to-day life just like they did back in university. There’d always been an ease when it came to being around Alex and Henry has been relieved to see that it hasn’t been lost to time.

They make good on their goal to see each other face to face again, solidifying plans to meet for drinks downtown.

As much as Henry has liked the excitement that comes from a new text notification from Alex, nothing comes even remotely close to experiencing him in real time.

He’s lost track of how long they’ve been seated at the bar now as they ply themselves with drinks and trips down memory lane. Henry’s fairly certain he could talk his voice hoarse, but words keep finding them both. Conversation has, admittedly, been surface level and Henry’s curiosity to dig a little deeper rears its head.

He puts the blame on the gin and tonics he’s been nursing all night and pushes forward.

“Can I ask you something a bit personal?”

Alex smirks and takes a gulp of his drink.

“Ah, now we’re getting to the good stuff. I was waiting for this,” he muses, rubbing his hands together. “Lay it on me.”

“Do you have anyone special in your life?”

Alex gives a half smile and combs a hand through his curls.

“Not at the moment, no. Honestly, work has taken up a good chunk of my attention. Long days and nights don’t typically make for the best selling points in a relationship.”

Henry’s eyes narrow a little in thought.

“I know you. You make the time when and where you can. You only bury yourself in work when you don't want to focus on other things. I hope you’re still leaving your heart open to romance.”

Alex studies him in kind. 

“I’m trying to keep an open mind, but it’s not, like, a pressing concern. If it happens, it happens. I don't know if I can handle more than casual now with how my life is. But I also know that I don’t want to…settle if I were to have the chance at something real.”

Though Alex has no real way of knowing it, he’s hit a nerve for Henry. Daniel flashes in his mind’s eye. Their marriage has felt like the epitome of settling, of complacency.

“I’d ask you the same question, but judging by that shiny piece of hardware on your left hand, I already know the answer,” Alex says. “Then again, your wedding was headline news. You married one of the biggest tech bros out there. I did not see that coming.”

Henry shakes his glass, letting the ice clink.

“Yeah…I didn’t really think that when I’d married, it’d be such a spectacle. I always pictured something a bit modest and quaint.”

Alex’s brows furrow.

“How’d you go from zero to a thousand on that front then?”

Henry shrugs. “It was a compromise.”

“You call that a compromise on a small scale wedding? H, it got mentioned on CNN.”

Henry winces a little at the memory. There was far too much coverage about his nuptials. The whole thing felt silly then and still does now.

“Daniel knows a great deal of people, as does my family. Us…merging together…it could never have been a small feat.”

“Interesting choice of word, merge. Sounds transactional.”

In many ways, that’s exactly what it was. Still, to hear it so plainly from Alex of all people makes him uneasy.

Henry stabs at his drink with the little red straw it came with. 

“It’s complicated.”

“What is this? A 2000s Facebook status?”

Henry’s lips pinch together before taking a sip of his drink.

“Sorry, not trying to be the asshole ex and yet I’m really nailing the role.”

Henry laughs.

“It’s okay. I know, woe is me. I have a relatively perfect life. I’m aware most people would kill to have even a tenth of what I do so I shouldn’t complain.”

Alex blows a raspberry. 

“Fuck that. If you aren’t happy about something, you’ve got just as much right as the rest of us to vent about it.”

Alex doesn’t know the half of it.

“So,” Alex says, “the bottom line here is that you’re married…just not so happily.”

“Someone break out the world’s smallest violin, right?” Henry replies with a light snort.

Alex shakes his head.

“Don’t do that,” he says gently. “Don’t downplay how you’re feeling. It’s not somehow less than.”

Henry smiles a little. It’s nice to have permission to feel what he’s feeling.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Alex reaches for his glass and studies him for a moment.

“Can I be a little nosy now and ask what makes it so bad?”

Henry purses his lips, deciding where to begin.

“We had a rough start. What didn’t make it into all the press was the fact that he cheated on me…multiple times when we first began seeing each other. Even when we said it was exclusive. He’s powerful, rich, and handsome. People are drawn to him and he likes that. It’s a hard temptation to ignore.”

“And you forgave him?” 

There’s no judgment in Alex’s question. It honestly seems like he simply wants to understand.

“I did and we moved on from it, but he’s away so often and it feels like he’s okay without me. Sometimes I think he actually prefers it...the freedom and excitement of traveling and meeting new people all the time. I think he might still be with other people while he’s away. Or maybe it’s just all in my head, I don’t know. We don’t talk as much as we should. We aren’t really…close, I guess you could say.”

“Intimate you mean?”

Henry’s face heats up a little.

“In that sense too. But it’s more than that. He feels so far from me. Marriage…it’s… it’s a lot harder than I was expecting it to be. I’ve told you about my parents back at school. It was beautiful to see them when I was growing up, to be a product of a real love story. What they had was a genuine partnership, you know? That’s what I always thought I’d find. At least, it’s what I’ve always wanted. It was friendship and romance all wrapped into one.”

“And you don’t have that with Daniel?”

Henry laughs humorlessly and downs his drink.

“I barely have an acquaintance in him most days, never mind a loyal, doting husband.”

Henry shakes his head and wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb before raking a hand through his hair. He feels out of sorts and unkempt. 

“I must sound horrid blathering on. I swear I’m not usually like this,” he says, dropping his hand to the table.

“You sound honest to me. More people should be when it comes to things like this. Hell, I know marriages can be tough. I had a front row seat with my parents. It can be exhausting to push through every day with something that should come naturally. Love, out of all things in the world, should be easy.”

Alex puts a hand over Henry’s.

“I’m really sorry to hear things have been so hard for you. You’re an amazing guy, Hen. You don’t deserve that. You should be with someone who makes you feel good all the time, someone who doesn’t take you for granted,” he says, his thumb gently soothing the back of Henry’s hand.

Henry looks down at their hands and slowly back up to Alex’s face in surprise at his touch. Alex’s eyes widen in panic.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable,” he says, starting to pull away.

“No, wait,” Henry interjects quickly, putting his other hand over Alex to keep him in place. It’s warm and comforting, this shared contact. 

“So much in my life feels different. It’s been a while for us, but this somehow feels the same. It’s nice to know I still have you as a friend, that I haven’t lost you.”

Alex’s expression grows soft as he searches Henry’s eyes.

“You can never lose what’s always been yours.”

Henry isn’t sure if he’s hearing what he wants, taking deeper meaning in Alex’s words. The alcohol in his bloodstream is making him feel far too loose. Maybe his discernment isn’t the best right now. 

“Last call!” the bartender announces.

Henry jumps in his seat a little and pulls his hands away, looking down at his watch.

“Wow, is that really the time?”

He looks around. Somehow without him noticing, the number of patrons dwindled significantly. He and Alex are among the last few holdouts at the bar.

Alex looks a little dazed too as he glances around.

They close out their tab, Henry insisting on covering both their orders. He figures it’s the least he can do for keeping Alex out so late.

Henry gets to his feet, swaying a little as he does so. Now that he’s standing upright, he realizes just how much he’s had.

“Do you need me to take you home?” Alex asks.

“Trying to steal my virtue, are we?”

“Why, Henry. You’re a married man. I would never do such a thing,” Alex says in a mocked, scandalized voice.

Henry steps closer, his eyes drifting to Alex’s smile as the man laughs at his own joke.

“You wouldn’t even fantasize about it?”

Alex searches his face. Henry’s focus is completely shot; his vision blurs a bit but he sees Alex pull in a breath, his eyes flashing briefly with something that looks an awful lot like want.

Alex blinks twice and shakes his head, almost as if to clear it.

“You’re really wasted,” Alex mumbles. “Maybe I should actually get you home myself for real.”

Henry shakes his head. He’d give anything to take his comment back, to undo killing the good energy between them.

“I’m fine. Honest, it’s okay. I’m just a tad bit tipsy, not drunk,” he corrects.

Alex still looks unsure, but eventually concedes as they head outside.

“So. What’s the verdict then?” Alex asks as they both order their rideshares.

Henry’s car is slated to come in three minutes. That hardly feels like any time at all.

“What do you mean?”

“We said if all goes well tonight, you’d pencil me in for another…hang.”

Henry smiles.

“Hang? Are we surfers now? Gonna catch a gnarly wave?” he muses. As if there was any doubt before, he knows for a fact now that he’s certainly had too much to drink tonight.

But it makes Alex smile and playfully rolls his eyes so it feels worth it.

“I don’t know what to call these!” Alex laughs. “Meetups? Get togethers? That sounds so freaking stuffy.”

Henry scrunches up his nose.

“Point taken. We’ll workshop the name. In the meantime, the verdict is in fact in. I’m sentencing us to more time spent together very soon. I’d love another hang.”

Alex laughs and his smile is so bright it’s almost like sunshine in the dead of night.

“God, we really do have to find a name. We can’t exactly call them dates,” Henry says.

“Well, we could. Friend dates are totally a thing.”

Henry raises a brow, his body pleasantly warm from his slew of gin and tonics. It makes him feel bolder, more daring. More foolish, perhaps.

“Is that what we are then? Friends?”

Alex rests his back against the bricks of the building, the neon signs reflected in his eyes. It practically makes them shimmer. Henry feels drawn to him even more.

“I’d like to think so.” Alex pauses. “Estranged, but getting closer by the minute,” he says decidedly.

Henry considers this. 

“I like the sound of that…of getting closer to you.”

Alex looks taken aback and once more Henry thinks he’s let too much slip tonight.

He looks away as he hears car tires and watches a silver SUV pull up to the curb. Henry sighs in relief as he registers the plate number as the one on his app.

Your driver is here, it reads. And not a moment too soon, Henry thinks.

“This is me. I’ll see you…for the next hang,” he tries to joke, but Alex’s eyes are still fixed on him like he’s trying to make sense of something, his lips parted.

Henry holds out for what he might say and tries not to be too disappointed when it’s a simple pleasantry.

“Get home safely, Henry. We’ll talk again soon.”

Such a promise shouldn’t be so thrilling.

[agoraphobic-artist]

KURO-SHIT <3

The first item in our Black Butler Haul is a double sided poster of unknown origins. Seemingly drawn by the A-1 anime team that is all the information I have.

My better half @mister-astringent loved both sides of this poster and as we have very little merch of Tanaka I conceded.

Look at him. With his weird little Snowman.

The second and third items are these adorable foam hangers from Book of The Atlantic. I again have very little merchandise of the "mini" Midfords, so here are Elizabeth and Edward ready to throw down with some reanimated corpses.

Bought as a bundle, I now have the full set of Kuroshitsuji Clear Acrylic A4 posters.

These posters were given out as part of a promotion for The Public School Arc in Japan.

The first three character specific posters have a clear window behind their design, but honestly the Sebastian and Ciel full colour print is my favourite.

My fifth order item is this Undertaker Acrylic Standee from Book of Atlantic.

When doing some digging it appears to have been from an Aniplex collaboration with Aimon.

This particular character design of the set really stood out for me, because although they all are pretty to look at, undertaker canonically has stood in front of stained glass windows: in quite an iconic moment of the series.

The background is holographic and honestly the photos don't do justice, for how beautiful the shimmering colour changes are in the light.

A one of a kind item next and technically last.

While browsing for new items to add to the collection, I came across a seller who hand carves erasers (Linocut) for stamping.

They had a ton of designs from various series available, so naturally I had a good look through all the Black Butler ones; I found this P4 one early on and fell in love with it.

The stamp is incredibly detailed and impressively carved, something I appreciate as someone "Arts and Crafty".

BONUS ITEMS: Unfortunately, I cannot open them to give a better look yet as they are joint gifts for Xmas, but we are going to be exchanging the Groove Inc Pullips of Robin and Tutor.

So expect mass postings of their details probably in late December or the New year.

I can tell you though, that their eyes are stunning, and the details that have gone into them are gorgeous to look at. The boxes designs are cute as hell, with all of their extra items laid out around the dolls and it seems like they also seem to come with little collector cards as well.

...One of my many merchandise collecting weaknesses...

~A quick little side note though~

WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME!? LIKE ACTUALLY!!!

These dolls are massive! Both me and @mister-astringent thought that they would be around the 9 or 10 Inch mark.

However, we just did a rough measurement and Robin is 12"ish and Tutor is approximately 14"!!!

(The RAH dolls are to show the scale of these monsters)

Can't wait to open these up in December <3

[the-eeveekins]

The Witch From Mercury: Tying Up Loose Ends

A look at the state of different characters, organizations and plot points after the epilogue of The Witch From Mercury.

Earth vs. Space, and Earthian Inequality

The crux of this conflict was the growing inequality between Earthians and Spacians, and that Spacians were exploiting Earthian labour and resources for their gain, while also pitting them in proxy wars. When Miorine dissolved the Benerit Group, all their assets were placed into Earthian hands, including all the resources the plundered from Earth and presumably a number of weapons. With this, the main driving force of the conflict is resolved, although tensions very likely still linger, especially among those who lost family and friends to the Benerit Group.

While it may not be a perfect long-term solution, it has definitely helped in the short-term. Gund-Arm Inc. has survived the transfer and we see Miorine working with Earthian protesters to solve lingering issues. And we even see that Sedo is now getting an education. Clearly, Miorine’s actions havehad a positive affect on Earthian lives. Suletta & Miorine changed the status quo in a far greater way for the better than many Gundam main characters manage to do in their own worlds.

The Benerit Group

The Benerit Group was dissolved, and all of the political and military might it wielded as an entity was destroyed. Obviously many members of the group found ways to continue working, and many will have had some assets stashed away not attached to the group, but they would lack the combined strength that the group wielding before.

We see that Delling and Sarius are under investigation in the epilogue, so even if they're still free as of the epilogue, they may not be so for very long. And for Delling, who formed the Benerit Group as a means to enforce a tyrannical "peace" upon the world, his life's work was destroyed by his daughter, and all the power that came with it.

We do see the Peil Ladies, who seem to have slinked away to some sort of retirement home in the aftermath of events. While some see this as a good ending for them, keep in mind they had just double crossed the BG in a play to be the next major power in the business world after the SAL wiped them out. Instead, they were left with nothing. No power, no super company. You can see how miserable they look in the epilogue.

The children of the Benerit Group all seem to have found a future, one way or another. Gund-Arm Incorporated is still around, with all it's Earthian and Spacian employees. Elan, Secelia and Guel are still kicking and running their own businesses, though it's unclear if they found positions with the new owners of their old companies or started over.

GUND Technology

The Prologue started with showing GUND as a means for humanity to travel into space, as well as conquering various other physical disabilities. The work of the Vanadis Institute is now continued by GUND-Arm Incorporated, which we see in the epilogue is producing medical technology to aid those with disabilities, like Petra and Ericht.

Shaddiq

I have talked about this a lot in the past, but Shaddiq doesn't have a bad ending. His goal was to dissolve the Benerit Group and transfer their assests to Earth to balance the powers, and Miorine successfully achieved his goal for him. Sabina and company came away from everything with their freedom and now work to better Earth. And as a cherry on top, since Shaddiq was already under arrest for Plant Quetta and Asticassia, he also took the fall for Quiet Zero as well, to protect Miorine’s new family.

Mercury & The School

We don't actually see Mercury in the series itself (except in a flashback of the Lfrith hanger), but we don't really need to. The planet itself doesn't have any relevance to events, and Cradle Planet (which does take place on Mercury) makes it pretty clear there isn't anything of interest out there anyway. And while Suletta is from there and wants to build a school there, she never once expressed a desire to return. We can pretty safely say that Suletta built her school there, based on the line "You're going to build another school here?"

Lingering Questions

The Space Assembly League

Quiet Zero not only shook up things in space due to the dissolution of the Benerit Group, but also the revelation that the SAL was directly supporting Earthian resistance groups and helping them carry out attacks against their own citizens, not to mention very publicly trying to wipe out millions of it's own citizens with a giant space laser. Presumably this caused a massive shake-up within the SAL, and between that and the Benerit Group dissolution, the entire political structure of space very likely changed significantly, but the epilogue doesn't really give much of a hint about what that looks like.

The Lfrith AI

A plot thread in the Prologue that completely disappeared afterwards. While I'm not personally convinced it was ever meant to be a plot point beyond the Prologue, I was convinced it was worth bringing up. It was meant to overcome the Gundam Curse and allow people to pilot Gundams without negative permet damage. However, by all accounts, it never succeeded. The show very heavily implies that Ericht's unique ability to coexist with the Data Storm is what allows her to connect to the AI and pilot a Gundam without harm, and it's never brought up again. Not to mention the Darilbalde used a new advanced AI that could pilot a mobile suit with pilot input at all, but not even that was seen as a solution to the Curse for the Schwarzette.

Elnora and the Covern

We know Suletta was the key. It was necessary for someone to pilot Aerial because Ericht couldn't. Whether it was Ericht's permet resistance that Elnore needed, or maybe just a close bond family bond to push permet scores, the solution she found was to clone her own daughter. Through context we might assume this isn't exactly unheard of in Ad Stella, given the lack of surprise about her origins from Suletta’s friends. But what about the Coven? We see that by the time Ericht "dies" and she is uploaded to the Aerial, Suletta was already born. Were they made before or after Suletta. Before implies they were clones that tragically could not survive and Elnora desperately uploaded them to the Lfrith to save them, unable to bear more loss. Afterwards implies that they were necessary for control of the Gundbits. Where they more repli-children uploaded, or did Ericht simply copy her data into clones to handle the bits more easily? There are so many questions about what Elnora did to make the coven.

Notrette

The woman of mystery. We never even see her face. Depending on who you ask, the mystery is a good thing and any more information would ruin it. We know she's from Earth, that she wanted to apply the evolutionary mechanics of plants to humans, and that Quiet Zero was the key to her plans. And that, for whatever reason, she left a backdoor into it for her daughter based on the genetic code of her tomatoes. Why did she marry Delling? What was her original goal with Quiet Zero and what did she intend with it? How exactly did she die? Did she have a love affair with Prospera that saw her help Elnora create a clone of her daughter?

The Future of Gundams

Perhaps the ultimate sequel hook: we do not know what the future holds for Gundams after Quiet Zero. The Ur is presumably still around, and even if it remains a forbidden technology, we've seen that there are those willing to sacrifice lives to use that power. On the other hand, is the original goal of GUND-Arm Inc. a possibly? Can GUND Format equipped Mobile Suits be operated safely and for the good of humanity, instead of as a tool for war?

Asticassia

With help from Guel, Elan and Secelia, Asticassia survives 3 years later. But what is it's purpose? Is it still a training ground for the spacian elite to train the next generation of oppressors, or has it found new life as a technical school that takes in students from anywhere, without prejudice.

The Three Kids

In the epilogue, we see Suletta playing with three children in the wheat field. Are these children that Suletta & Miorine adopted? Or simply some local kids who Suletta likes to play with? Due to the fact that they seemingly disappear for the rest of the scene, I'm inclined to believe the latter.

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #689

The Germ, or Streptococcus yuckotherium, which appeared in a Muppet Labs sketch was built with cellophane and coat hangers.

Sources:

The Muppet Show. Episode 307: Alice Cooper. October 30, 1978.

Of Muppets and Men. Christopher Finch. Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. 1981.

[theakandrewscollection]

Hellraiser "Hell Priestess" statue and art print, (collectibles, 2016)

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The role of Hell Priest, colloquially known as "PinHead", of Clive Barker's Hellraiser universe being taken on by a woman dates back to the very beginning of the franchise, in the book The Hellbound Heart.

Before Jamie Clatyon's portrayal of the Hell Preist in the 2022 Hellraiser movie, the role was taken over by Kristy Cotton, the protagonist of the original Hellraiser movie, in the Clive Barker approved, canon, Hellraiser comic series.

Not long after, Sideshow Collectibles would release a officially licensed Hell Priestess statue and art print. Whether this is a representation of Kristy in the role, the character in the original book or another, unknown, damned soul is not known.

Limited edition print, Art by Ian MacDonald

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"Hell PriestessPremium Format™ Figure by Sideshow Collectibles

Welcome to Hell

Clive Barker’s world of Hellraiser introduced us to the Cenobites, and their leader – Pinhead. Now, Sideshow is ready to introduce the world to a new member of the Cenobites – The Hell Priestess Premium Format™ Figure. Working directly with Clive Barker's production studio, Sideshow’s artists have crafted a new level of terror. The Hell Priestess Premium Format™ Figure sits upon a base that is adorned with a blood pool containing the roiling tortured souls of victims. In direct contrast to the gruesome self-mutilation that the Hell Priestess exhibits, she is seen alighting delicately upon a Lament Configuration box that rests on the surface of the aforementioned pool.The pins that pierce her flesh are crafted out of metal while the rest of the piece is made up of polystone and fabric elements. DetailsHell PriestessBrandHell PriestessCharacterHell PriestessManufacturerSideshow CollectiblesTypeFigurePremium Format™ FigureGenreHorrorRoomCollection RoomCategoryCollectiblesArtistsIan MacDonald (Design)Alex Pascenko (Design)Adam SmithChadwick AndersenKat Sapene (Paint)Casey Love (Paint)Zac Roane (Design)Katie Fernandez (Costume Fabrication)Greg Mowry (Costume Fabrication)The Sideshow Design and Development Team

Product Size

Height: 23.25" (59 cm)Width: 11.5" (29 cm)Depth: 9.75" (25 cm) *"

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https://www.sideshow.com/collectibles/hell-priestess-hell-priestess-sideshow-collectibles-300517

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"The Hell Priestess Art Print by Ian MacDonald. Sideshow Exclusive. Exclusively available through Sideshow.com. Limited availability in select international territories. AboutSideshow presents The Hell Priestess Premium Art Print, an all-original creation in collaboration with Clive Barker and Seraphim Inc., by Ian MacDonald. Surrounded by instruments of pain and torture, Sister Renee would stop at nothing to show her devotion... until it was too late. Hand-numbered and embossed, each limited edition print will come with a special origin story of the Hell Priestess from the creators. Print Details:Hand-numbered limited edition of 175 18x24" fine art giclée print100% cotton, acid-free, matte Museo Rag 300GSMEpson archival inksAn authorized, automated penciled signatureEmbossed seal of authenticityFrame Details:Recycled polystyrene moulding (Black)Custom double mat design (Black and Crimson) Framing grade acrylicWire hanger: No additional hardware required"

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https://www.sideshow.com/collectibles/hell-priestess-the-hell-priestess-sideshow-collectibles-500429

I didn't plan on doing a theme week within a theme month but, as it so happened, I ended up with a run of entries of dominant women who have fully embraced the darkness, so...

Welcome to Dommes of Darkness Week!

[wefoundloveunderthelight]

Treasure Seekers - Gold's Revenge

by: GleefullyCaptainSwan

Summary:

Six years has passed since Blackbeard's treasure was found. Jones Adventure Inc is thriving as Liam, Killian, and Emma continue their adventures aboard the Jolly Roger. Killian and Emma have found happiness with their four year old son, Henry. Life simply goes on. Six years has passed since Neal disappeared. And Gold is done waiting. It's time to get what is rightfully his. The treasure that his son found. The only thing he ever did right in his life. It is what Gold is due. And he will ensure that the Jones brother's will give him exactly what he wants. No matter the cost.

Notes:

So my guilty OCD has finally allowed me to pull this out of my WIP folder where it has been sitting since 2022. Many, many apologize for leaving this on a cliff hanger and then sitting it out to dry for 2 years. My bad doesn't cover it. I have finally completed it and will post it for those who still care to read it. :) It took me a really long moment to get my headspace back in the game because I went from writing for Cpt Swan to the Bridgerton Polin fandom and boy oh boy is that a different game all together. Thanks again and sorry for the wait.

[thelaughingmerman]

Saw a cute pair of monsters Inc jammmies at the store and was disappointed because they were on a hanger that wasn't my size but u checked just in case and they were exaaaaactly my size 🥳

[whoopsies-daisies]

anyways heres a list of music that should be in the next umbrella academy season (in no particular order)

212 - Azealia Banks

Changes - David Bowie

(I don't listen to mcr but i feel like there should be an mcr song in there somewhere)

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Virtual Insanity - Jamiroquai

You Really Got Me - Oingo Boingo (i know a ton of bands have covered this song but i specifically want the Oingo Boingo version)

Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles

Pump It Up - Elvis Costello & The Attractions

Funkytown - Lipps Inc.

Party at Ground Zero - Fishbone

Barbie Girl - Aqua

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

Anything by ABBA really, but i feel like Dancing Queen, Voulez-Vous, or Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) would work well with a fight scene

Birdhouse in Your Soul - They Might Be Giants

I Don't Want To Live Today - Ape Hangers

Deceptacon - Le Tigre

Cold Beverage - G. Love & Special Sauce

The Day the World Turned Dayglo - X-Ray Spex

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Prologue: Eönwë x Gothmog

Let's start...Besides vampires, cabbage, dogs, and bread, crime stories are amongst my favourite things in life!

Special thanks to @cilil (once again) for encouraging me! (and for totally letting me steal her idea!) :D

Pairing: Eönwë x Gothmog

Prompt: Cultural Differences

Words: 1800

Warnings: It's a crime story, there's a dead person...insecurity, flirting, fear of death, threats...the usual :D

Manwë slammed the idiotic laptop the department demanded he use shut vehemently—he had a perfectly good, functional desktop computer, and he could not understand for the life of him why he had to bother with those tiny, cheap, finicky keys.

The news he’d just gotten made him pinch the bridge of his nose in silent exasperation; this one would be bad.

Part of him wanted to go home, imbibe beyond what was reasonable, and crawl into bed beside his resentful wife, but he was too dutiful and cautious to let this get out of hand before it had even started.

Thus, he leaned out of his office to check which one of his underlings was still around so he could pawn off the legwork on some other poor overworked soul.

Eönwë. Manwë sighed. Theoretically, Eönwë had everything it took to be a good detective—athletic, diligent, and graced with a strong moral fibre, he could have known an exceptional career.

Unfortunately, though, he was painfully naïve.

It often seemed almost comical to Manwë how Eönwë could be lucky enough to somehow always be in the right spot at the right time, only to then completely miss the point and bungle an otherwise airtight case.

“Eönwë,” he called, convinced that he’d regret his decision very soon. “A word, please!”

“Yes?” Eager as a puppy and just as energetic, the golden-haired man all but bounded into the elegantly furnished room. “What can I do?”

At once, Manwë rued his ungenerous thoughts.

“I’ve just been informed that there has been a homicide,” he explained cautiously. “This could potentially become a high-profile case—be warned—but I need someone to look into this, first thing in the morning.”

“And you want me to go?” Eönwë’s voice vacillated between hope and disbelief. “I’d love to!”

“Hold your horses,” Manwë cut in sharply. “Someone lies dead even as we speak.”

He took another deep, steadying breath. “It’s Fëanor.”

“The tech-magnate?” His big, blue eyes widening even further in horror and alarm, Eönwë leaned forward as if suspecting that he had suffered an auditory hallucination.

“Yes,” Manwë grunted. “The very same. It was Melkor—that much is clear to me. All I need you to do is…prove it. Do you think you can do that?”

Any other detective of his rank would have objected to being demoted to doing the hard, tiring, and unsatisfying grunt work, especially as his boss had already settled on a culprit, but Eönwë beamed with humbling gratitude. “Will do, boss! I won’t let you down!”

Manwë half-lifted one hand to detain the other, but then, he dropped it again listlessly.

“I’ll go sniff around their usual haunts tonight. Afterwork beer…and I’ll report on what I’ve found tomorrow morning!” Eönwë chirped, tearing his coat from a crooked hanger, and rushing towards the double doors.

Torn between the knowledge that he put too much pressure on the poor fool and his desperate desire to see Melkor brought to justice, Manwë gnawed on his lower lip in torturous indecision until the last chance to dissuade Eönwë was lost.

No matter, he told himself. It was better that he was alone for this—he still had work to do on this night, and what he had planned was not exactly legal.

Melkor frowned at his phone.

“What is it, my love?” Mairon asked, his voice as smooth and soothing as velvet. His eyes, though, were sharp as blades and twice as gleaming.

“That is for you to tell me,” Melkor, founder of Angband Inc.—a company which had been inexorably doomed before Mairon had intervened—muttered distractedly. “Manwë just texted me that he’ll get me this time.”

“Manwë?” Crossing the room with quick, precise steps, Mairon snatched the device out of Melkor’s huge paw and stared at the bright screen with murderous intensity.

Of course, there was neither number nor signature—Manwë would never commit so obvious and deleterious a mistake—but he agreed with his lover; this message could only have come from one person.

“I am going to find out what happened,” he promised Melkor. “And how bad it is for us.”

“Not tonight,” Melkor objected. He rarely pulled rank, as they both knew that those titles were but smoke and mirrors, but Mairon could clearly discern that the other would brook no opposition on this subject. “I need you with me tonight. Just in case we have to establish an alibi for whatever crime we’re being framed for.”

“Give me just a second, precious,” Mairon pleaded, pressing a comforting kiss onto Melkor’s high, smooth brow. “I’ll order take-out, and then we’ll go home.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, Mairon did call the restaurant—he called Gothmog, friend and henchman, first, though.

“Go out, please. Just…have a few drinks and listen to the latest gossip, would you?”

“Sure thing,” Gothmog rumbled at the other end of the line. “I’ll be in tomorrow morning with whatever intel I can gather. Good night to you two!”

Schooling his face into an optimistically calm expression, Mairon slipped back into Melkor’s office. “It’s taken care of…let’s go!”

Eönwë was not in the habit of frequenting seedy bars after nightfall, but he didn’t want to leave anything to chance on this one.

After his last regrettable failure to apprehend a proven perpetrator, he had been condemned to desk duty, and he’d half-expected never to make it out on a big case again.

Once more, Manwë had placed his trust in him, though, and he would not disappoint his mentor and role model this time.

Unable to dispel the proud, smug expression on his angelic face, he entered the run-down establishment Melkor and his posse were known to frequent.

“Baby, have you lost your way?” Thuri, a long-limbed beauty purred, leaning against the counter of the dirty bar with a wicked smile.

Anyone who had talked to her for more than 2 minutes knew that she was not in the least interested in men, but that generally didn’t stop her from flirting outrageously with every breathing organism in her immediate vicinity.

Eönwë cleared his throat and tugged on his lucky pendant nervously. He didn’t want to be rude, but the woman with the half-shaved head and the innumerable, flashing piercings made him slightly uneasy.

“No,” he squeaked and nodded at the unlabelled bottles, lined up on a wonky shelf behind her. “Make it a double!”

“Right away, darling,” she drawled and twisted to grab a grimy container in which an amber liquid sloshed around ominously.

“Have you heard the news?” Eönwë asked brazenly, trying to emulate the bored, weary demeanour of his senior colleagues, and hoping that his bright-eyed eagerness was not all too noticeable.

“What news?” A deep, grumbling voice resounded from a dark corner of the counter.

Whirling around in alarm, Eönwë felt his determinedly set jaw slacken alarmingly. If the overabundance of black eyeliner and the torn tank top on the barkeeper had made his stomach lurch, the man staring at him unblinkingly positively turned his insides to goo.

Impossibly tall and broad, the mountain of muscle and flashing teeth reminded the young detective of a large predator, lazily eyeing his clueless prey.

“The bloke with the autonomous energy source was offed,” Eönwë replied, dragging his thumb over his throat dramatically even though he didn’t yet know what exactly had happened to wretched Fëanor.

This seemed to interest the mesmerising stranger for he slid off his barstool noiselessly and padded over. “Is that so? Do they know what happened? Oh, they’ll probably send out some newbie before declaring that there wasn’t enough evidence.”

“How would I know?” Eönwë squawked, miffed by the unwitting insult.

“Baby,” Thuri chuckled, setting down a water-stained glass on a worn coaster and giving the other patron a warning glance, “the cheap suit, the giddy smile, and the evident discomfort have given you away as soon as you’ve walked in. You’re here to pump us for clues—so, I’ve got to ask…police or press?”

Instantly, Eönwë—who had hitherto believed himself to be an acceptable actor—deflated.

“Police,” he admitted dejectedly.

“We don’t know anything,” Thuri declared firmly. “This is the first time I’ve heard about this. Whoever killed that ass did the world a favour in my opinion.”

“Hmmm, he was involved in a few conflicts,” Eönwë conceded, trying hard not to scrunch up his face as he tried to find another angle to get to the reason for his nightly excursion. “Didn’t he take someone to court over a theft claim?”

“Mel,” Thuri nodded, then froze. “You don’t think…”

The atmosphere noticeably shifted, and her whole deportment grew hostile.

Before Eönwë could back out of a room full of angry faces, a huge hand was clasped around his upper arm like a vice.

“With me,” the enigmatic giant hissed and dragged Eönwë out the back door.

The last thing the poor detective saw was his untouched glass being swept off the counter—Thuri even wiped the condensation ring off the oily bar. It was as if he had never been there, and he did not doubt for a second that—if asked about it—every single soul in that accursed hole would swear that they’d never seen him once his mangled corpse was found.

“Don’t make that face.” His would-be assaulter laughed. “I am not going to hurt you—I want to help you. I’m Gothmog, and I work with and for Melkor.”

Flinching, Eönwë felt panic rise in his throat.

“Relax. I’m almost sure that my boss didn’t do this…and I’ll help you prove it.”

“You and the vixen in there?” Eönwë asked, the sarcasm he was aiming for thoroughly foiled by the distinct note of perplexed longing in his voice.

“Thuri? She’s into women, don’t get any funny ideas,” Gothmog said good-humouredly. “No, just you and me. You stick out like a sore thumb, and—for all your good intentions—you seem to be less observant than recommendable.”

Of course, Eönwë knew that he should not agree to so ludicrous and borderline amoral an offer, but neither the idea of dying beside a smelly trashcan nor the thought of letting Manwë down again sounded like a better option.

“I’ll have a briefing with my boss tomorrow,” he finally sighed. “Let’s meet here around noon—we’ll see how to proceed from there, deal?”

Nodding gravely, Gothmog let go of his arm at long last. “Deal! Don’t run—I’ll find you.”

“I didn’t intend to,” Eönwë replied in an embarrassingly petulant tone.

“We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Gothmog promised. “I’ll see what I can find out on our end. Our very smart, but also quite scary lawyer has dug up a good deal of dirt on Fëanor; I am sure there’s something useful in there!”

So, that was the prologue of this <3

Lots of love from me!

-> Masterlist

[peterfields]

The Paris Hook by The Society Inc. is no lightweight! Its sturdy build can easily handle your heaviest winter coats, oversized beach towels or loaded bags. But it’s not just for hanging gear — many people also use it as a stylish hanger for plants or a connector for lamps and fairy lights.

[oldthymefarm]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Holly Set of 10 2 5/8" Pink Round Glass Ball Ornaments 2 Boxes.

[nyc-study-tour-amg]

Garment District Scavenger Hunt

Two lions guard this monumental edifice with a roar; look on their website to learn more. What is this building?

The New York Public Library Beaux-Arts Building! After researching, I have even more appreciation for the library and these historic statues. When I first arrived in the city, one of the first things I did was get a NYPL card. It's so amazing to have such a vast group of libraries to explore and work at. These lions stand for Patience and Fortitude (also their well deserved names.) It's so interesting to look at these beautiful statues and think of all they have seen over the years!

Go behind this building to find a great park. In the winter, you can don your skates & slide around for a lark. In the summer, you can become a film buff just after dark. Twice a year the tents used to be where they might be staging a show, & maybe someday, they’ll be back, we just don’t know. What is the name of this park?

Bryant Park! I am lucky to live in the garment district, so Bryant Park has been my backyard. I cannot wait to explore the park more, it's a great spot to take in the city and get some people watching in. I am excited to go to the markets and fairs in the park during the holidays.

There’s a big giant button on this corner of the street, to use it on a garment would make even Marc Jacobs admit defeat. What is the name of the kiosk under this giant button sculpture?

There is a Halal Food stand under the button. This button is one of my first memories in New York after visiting the garment district on a school trip!

Why does the button in this sculpture have 5 holes?

It has 4 holes, but the old one that was replaced might have had 5.

Look up & down Fashion Avenue & you will find a series of silver plaques on the sidewalk. What is the significance of these?

The Fashion Walk of Fame! These plaques honor New York designers who have made a mark on the world of fashion and impacted culture significantly. For example Halston, Marc Jacobs, and Diane Von Furstenberg. New York is the center for American fashion - and this walk of fame shows the New Yorkers who have been a huge part of that. They were removed and redesigned.

You may have to look up to see this next store, but if you watch “Project Runway” you’ll know it for sure. Go up to the 3rd floor and get a business card. What is the name of this world famous fabric store?

Mood Fabrics! We went here for our first class field trip and it is such a fantasy world for fabrics. By working in the garment district this semester, I have been able to explore many different fabric depots, trim shops, and other fashion production shops. Mood is obviously stand out with their huge selection, designer deadstock, and absolutely breathtaking intricate fabrics.

What is the swatching policy of this store?

Aside from some specific fabrics - at Mood you can just pull out some fabric and cut whatever swatches you need. This is so amazing for projects, especially since they have so many options.

Replace the first word in every golfer’s dream shot with “All” & you will have the name of this next port of call. To win at this game, you will have to tell us more, like what is the name & exact street address of this venerable old store?

All-In-One Suppliers Inc. Address 344 West 38th Street. (They moved). Their offering is a pretty niche garment district staple. They sell the fixtures for apparel and garment stores. Including mannequins, hangers, and racks.

They’re known for their parades & fireworks even more than their clothes, but if you’ve never been here, you’ll be one of the only ones we suppose. What is the name of this world famous store?

Macy's! This flagship is absolutely massive I am so starstruck every single time I walk past it. As a lover of hedonism and outrageous holiday displays - I cannot wait for the windows and displays at all of the flagships and stores during the holidays (Macy's included!)

Stand at the corner of 34 th & Broadway & marvel at the people everywhere, but wait!!! … Is this area named as a square? What is the name of the square in question?

Herald Square! Aside from other squares, this one is clearly retail focused. This was named after a local New York magazine that used to be here called New York Herald. Now it is home to the iconic Macy's Parade of course.

Viktor & Rolf, Karl Lagerfeld & even Madonna have designed for this store, but if you’ve got a fixed budget, shop here & your cash will buy more. What is the name of this Swedish shopping mecca?

H&M. The unfortunate store that spearheaded fast fashion. Walking in here reeks of cheap dye and poorly made clothes barely worth their low price. I wish they could turn around their business and go back to their roots of providing what you need at a reasonable (not exploitative) price. Unfortunately, that seems to not be a change they will ever make.

What do the two letters in this name stand for?

Hennes & Mauritz! Originally a women's clothing store - Hennes means she in Swedish. They then combined with a fishing apparel store and added on Mauritz. Obviously they have evolved past fishing, but kept the iconic collaboration of the two.

Keep walking uptown until you cross 3 streets while still walking North. The address will be 1008 but don’t stop now, you’ve just barely left the gate. If ribbon’s your game then you’ve found the right place, & even if it isn’t, once you enter, you’ll have a look of shock on your face. What is the name of this incredible trim store?

M&J Trimming! I absolutely adore M&J. This trim shop always has exactly what I need with a friendly face to help. Their displays are put together so whimsically, I feel like I'm in a fashion candy shop. I am so sad they're closing down and crossing my fingers they pop-up somewhere else in the city.

Look for a store on the uptown side of the block, called Paper Presentation/City Papery. When enter this store & shop with a gaze, you’ll understand the meaning of this next little phrase: If paper’s what you’re seeking, then here, you should be peeking.

City Papery!

On the south side of 19 th Street between the same avenues, find address 16 for a store full of “no-brand quality goods” that is a favorite of New Yorkers and fashionistas alike. (P.S. – there is also a location on W. 40 th by the NYC Studio!) What is the name of this store?

Muji! Another store I could spend a lifetime in. They really understand ambiance for a store here at Muji. When I walked in, I immediately felt at ease. The music, simple yet perfect displays and products, and it even smells good! Everything comes together for a relaxing shopping experience in the heart of the city.

You’re now at the entrance to the F.I.T. What does F.I.T. stand for?

The Fashion Institute of Technology!

At this corner you’ll find lots of students of fashion, & going to this museum is just one of their passions. What is the current show at this world-renowned fashion institution’s museum?

They are getting ready to open Africa's Fashion Diaspora, which I am very excited to visit next week! They have such wonderful exhibitions here and this is a place I cannot wait to come back to for more exploring.

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Tuskegee Airman Captain Richard D. Macon (August 21, 1921 – October 9, 2007) was born in Birmingham. He earned a BS in mathematics from Miles College. He joined the Army Air Forces and graduated from flying school at Tuskegee to become a fighter pilot. He deployed to Italy with the 302nd Fighter Squadron.

He was part of an escort mission to Toulon, France, to destroy radar stations. The target was destroyed, but the fighters drew ground fire. He was hit by flak, flipping his plane upside-down before it burst into flames. He passed out, falling against the control stick. His plane was thrown into a loop, tossing him from the P-51 Mustang. He woke 45 minutes later, he was lying in a field, surrounded by three German soldiers. He was taken to a field hospital, where he was diagnosed with a broken shoulder and broken neck.

He was in bad shape and appeared to have a fractured neck because every time he moved abruptly, he passed out,” Jefferson wrote in his book, “Red Tail Captured, Red Tail Free.” “We braced his neck and head to make them immovable. When we got him up the next morning, he had to walk very slowly, trying not to move his head.”

He was sent to the hospital where his neck was finally X-rayed and set. Before he could recuperate, Russian troops forced the Germans out of Sagan. His neck in a cast, was taken to Stalag XIII-D at Nuremberg. He was moved to Stalag VIIA at Moosburg.

Promoted to captain, he was honorably discharged. He was awarded an Air Medal and a Purple Heart for his military service. He organized a flight school in Birmingham. He learned that multimillionaire Howard Hughes controlled three hangers at the Birmingham Airport, and set up a meeting. Hughes permitted him to use part of a hanger for his flight school.

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He earned an MS in Math from Indiana University before returning to Miles College as an associate professor. He accepted a teaching position at Detroit Public Schools; he retired in 1987. Macon and Jefferson helped found Tuskegee Airmen Inc. and each served as president of the Detroit chapter. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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