#if there are more full band photos from this time lmk

[akesius]

Mortuary Drape 1987/Necromancy demo promotion

Without Name - bass/vocals / Witch - rhythm guitar / Wildness Perversion - drums / The Alchemist - lead guitar

[dreamyreveriie]

𐙚 DROWNING OUT THE NOISE — PERCY JACKSON .ᐟ ˚⋆. ˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ ꒰ golden retriever!percy jackson x fem!black cat!reader — a riordanverse fic ꒱

— ordered﹔yes / no - here!! — ingredients﹔fluffy whipped cream, use of y/n, purpose use of lowercase alphabet soup, probably not well proofread, lmk if i missed anything! — wc﹔1.2k+ // 9.2 min average reading time — recipe﹔read the order above :) — cassie's tea time﹔YAYYAYAY FIRST REQUEST!! <3 ik campers can't usually use their phones since it sends out signals to monsters and all but i wrote it so the hephaestus cabin made electronics that don't attract monsters and all!! i also didn't know what to put for the photos above sooooo

﹙the cafe // dishes // menu // barista board﹚

y/n always wore her headphones. it was like her shield, a way to drown out the noise of the world around her. social anxiety was something she'd battled for as long as she could remember, and the headphones were her safe place — a place she would retreat into whenever she could.

going to camp half-blood was supposed to be different. it was like the perfect place for misfits and somewhere she could finally feel like she belonged, according to her satyr protector long ago. but on her first day, she found herself reaching for her headphones more than ever. she kept to the edges, avoiding eye contact and hoping to blend into the background. it was ironic; she felt like a misfit in a place full of misfits.

but percy jackson had a way of noticing things. and he noticed her.

percy had always been the kind of person who made friends easily, especially being the saviour of olympus and a son of one of the big three. he had a laid-back, golden retriever kind of personality. so when he spotted the girl, always with her headphones on and keeping to herself, he was naturally intrigued.

"hey," percy said one day, walking up to her after archery practice. y/n looked up, startled, and pulled one side of her headphones off.

"hi," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"sorry, i didn't mean to startle you. i'm percy," he said sheepishly, offering her a friendly smile. "i've seen you around."

"y/n," she introduced herself, fiddling with the cord of her headphones.

"cool headphones," percy remarked, hoping he could ease the tension. "whatcha listening to?"

y/n hesitated, not sure why the percy jackson would be talking to her. she took off her headphones, handing them to percy. percy accepted them with a smile, putting them on as the music flowed into his ear. "no way, you listen to them too?? i swear, i've never seen anyone listen to this artist. i like your taste."

she relaxed a little, a small smile appearing on her face. "i adore them, they're my favourite band ever."

percy couldn't help but grin as she smiled, happy that she relaxed even a little bit. "mine too. what's your favourite song by them?"

days turned into weeks, and percy made it his mission to break through y/n's walls. he started inviting her to join him by the lake, offering her training lessons or sometimes following her around like a lost puppy as she chuckled. slowly but surely, she began to come out of her shell.

one sunny afternoon, percy noticed y/n sitting alone under the shade of a tree by the lake. she gazed at the water as she listened to the music flowing from her headphones. percy approaches her with a wave.

"hey, y/n," percy greets.

"hey, percy." she looked up, giving him a smile and removing her headphones.

"mind if i join you?"

she shook her head, and he settled in beside her. "what're you listening to today?"

y/n handed him her headphones, and percy listened for a moment. "i love this album." he hums before handing the headphones back.

"why d'you always wear your headphones?" percy decides to ask, dipping his hands in the cool water. they always spent their free time there together, not that any of them complained. they enjoyed eachother's company. "you don't gotta answer." he added quickly, not wanting to intrude her privacy.

y/n took a deep breath. "they help me cope. with... pretty much everything. the noise, the people. it all gets too much sometimes." she admits softly, looking down at the headphones in her hands.

percy nodded understandingly. "i get it. everyone needs something to help them through tough times, y'know?"

"yeah," she said softly, meeting his gaze. "i appreciate, by the way. for being so nice to me. i know i'm not the easiest person to be friends with."

"are you kidding?" Percy snorted, shaking his head. "you're awesome. you just need someone to see it."

y/n blushed, looking away as a shy smile played on her lips.. "yeah, maybe."

from that day forward, their friendship only seemed to grow even further. percy was there for her every step of the way, helping y/n find her confidence that she never knew she had. in return, y/n's calm presence helped ground percy's impulsive nature. they balanced each other out perfectly.

y/n realised how much she'd changed. she wasn't the same girl who hid behind her headphones. she still wore them, but now they were like a part of her rather than a shield.

"thank you, percy," she said suddenly as they sat at the beach.

"for what?" he asked, glancing over at her.

"for helping me," she replied, meeting his eyes.

percy smiled, reaching out to take her hand. "always. we're in this together."

it wasn't long before percy realised his feelings for y/n. he wouldn't admit it to himself, though. all of their hangouts by the lake and beach, the times where they'd listen to their favourite artists together, or the times percy had held her hand as he taught her how to wield a sword.. no, it couldn't be.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, a golden glow casting over the camp, percy found himself standing at the edge of the lake, waiting for y/n at their spot. she arrived, headphones around her neck as usual, with a smile that warmed his heart. a smile that y/n knew percy liked, so she wore more often. they sat together, side by side, in comfortable silence.

"percy," y/n said quietly, her voice barely audible over the soft push and pull of the lake's water.

"yeah?" he replied, turning to look at her.

"why are you so nice to me?" she asked, her eyes searching his.

percy took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "because... i like you, y/n. i like spending time with you.uou make everything better. and, well, i.. i think you're pretty amazing."

y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. "you do?"

percy nodded, staring down at the lake as he blushed. "yeah, i do. and i want to be there for you, always. if you'll let me."

she reached out and squeezed his hand. "i'd like that, percy. I'd like that a lot."

percy felt a wave of relief wash over him. he had been so nervous about confessing his feelings, but y/n’s response made it all worth it.

y/n turned to percy with a thoughtful expression. "you know, i never thought i’d find someone who understands me like you do."

percy smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "you’ve helped me too, you know."

"how?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"you’ve helped me slow down, appreciate the little things. you’ve shown me that it's okay to take a break and just be in the moment. otherwise i probably would've hurt myself." percy laughed.

y/n laughed along with him, smiling brightly "i'm glad."

percy found himself looking forward to their time together more than anything else. he appreciated every moment when he made her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her favorite music, and the peaceful silence they shared by the lake.

as they sat by the lake, y/n turned to percy with a serious expression. "you’ve helped me so much, percy. i don’t think i can ever thank you enough."

"you don’t have to thank me," he replied, squeezing her hand gently. "i’m just glad i could be here for you."

"i want to do something for you," she insisted. "anything. name it."

percy thought for a moment, then smiled. "just stay by my side and be yourself. that’s all i need."

— thank you for placing your order, and i hoped you enjoyed your meal! kisses from jvpiterzs <3 — cafe guest list﹔n/a

[read-write-thrive]

part 1 (both girls in their full outfits) ; part 2 (Edwina in several other outfits/sketches) ; part 3 (the companion to this piece aka Edwina getting ready :)

part 4 of my fem!payneland fanart series!!!! as I talked about with the poll, I have quite a few variations of this piece as I couldn’t make up my mind on a few of the elements, but I listened to your feedback and have included them all here !! the winner of the poll is above the cut with the rest of the variations below to hopefully make this not take up too much of your dash lol

lmk what you think - especially people who voted on the poll!! I’ve also included my thought process below the cut since I know y’all are interested :)

- first and foremost: I have absolutely no idea what order someone would get ready in with all these outfit components, so if you’re sitting here like “why is her makeup done when she has to pull a shirt over her head?” or something like that: you’re probably correct but my getting ready process is always chaos and there aren’t exactly articles on this sort of thing

- along with that: her straightening her hair is probably not accurate to how hair works but again I’ve got v little experience to pull from and trying to find a proper reference was a pain in the ass

yes her bra is fully rendered and then got covered up by her arm. I'm still mad that I did that to myself but I like the pose too much to change it so oh well

- (onto actual historical stuff!!)

- her hair is being straightened here despite straight not being in style during this era for several reasons:

1. I based her hair (and a lot of her style, as per part 1) on Rhoda Dakar of the band The Bodysnatchers, which was an all-female band that was part of the ska revival in the late 70s/early 80s. Rhoda Dakar in particular is a British artist (who’s still making music!) with an English mother and Jamaican father—so not only was she one of the only women of color I could find as part of this subgenre/in ths era/with plenty of photo references, but considering Jayden Revri is Jamaican and English (alongside Indian) himself I thought it was fitting! Her Bodysnatchers look is also much more femme leaning than the rest of the band, as well as her hair styled in a way that suggests straightening, so I carried that over to Charlotte here as well.

2. On a related note, there is a clear historical and modern difference in hairstyles worn/made popular/deemed fashionable by non-white versus white individuals and I thought it only appropriate to acknowledge that in my design of her. I even went so far as to research how her mom’s hair may have been styled since I assume that’s who would’ve been teaching her how to care for her hair in the first place. With that, I looked at popular Indian hair trends from the 60s (figuring that’s when Charlotte’s mom could’ve still been in India and following those trends) which also involved a preference for straight/wavy hair, with soft fringe made popular by Sadhana and the styles ranging from long and luscious to styled up into a very 60s beehive. Charlotte could easily also rock a beehive, especially since the 60s revival was a part of the ska revival movement and Dakar herself styled her hair as such, but I figured Charlotte is a little too much of a rebellious teenager to go for a look she’s seen her mom wear!

- her makeup is based off of the different members of The Bodysnatchers as well as other punk/ska fans at the time. The look usually required more blush that what I gave her here, but I wanted to make sure the eyes were the feature (since Charles wears eyeliner himself) and then the lips being any less just looked weird to me. Also, Dakar doesn't seem to wear the same heavy blush that the other members do, which could be a stylistic choice but could also be the potential lack of blush shades that would work well on her skin tone, so I went that route for Charlotte here

- her underwear is all based off of meticulous searching of historical advertisements, though I will admit the sources are (presumably) American since I couldn't find British equivalents (I'm hoping the styles were similar enough...) in particular:

1. Her bra is based off of: Playtex’s New Made for Me, Playtex’s Right For Me, and Playtex’s Thank Goodness It Fits (which are seriously the names of these as per the ads—how creative /s)

2. Her panties (or pants or underwear or whatever term you want to use) are based off of: Sears Best’s Nylon tricot panties, Sears Very Impressive Panties Nylon panties, and JCPenny’s eiderlon fashion panties

3. (In the below variations) Her pantyhose are theoretically based on L’eggs and Spirit by Stevens’s Slim & Slender pantyhose. But, honestly, they’re mostly based on my own experience wearing hose bc almost none of the ads showed how the gusset of the pantyhose actually looked so I needed to fill in the gaps (one of the many reasons I’m still unhappy with them—plus the wrinkles would not look right no matter what I did !!)

4. Her socks are called slouch socks! I don’t have a specific brand for them but the style was all the rage in the 80s-90s (and I want to own some so bad ngl)

- the hair straightener is just a blob based on the reference photo since trying to research historical hair tools was beyond me at the time apparently, but the style of outlet/plug is accurate to Britain in 1989 so there’s that at least (I have no idea why my brain works like this)

- since I talked about it in the poll I feel like I should address it here: technically having a bush was well out of fashion by 1989 due to the grooming boom and new types of hair removal popular throughout the 80s and 90s. However, she’s wearing multiple layers over it and is technically a teenager (in an abusive household and a catholic all-girls school, at that) so I kept going back and forth on it. It won the poll so it’s in the main post, but you’ll see in the below variations that I really went back and forth on it. that being said I do think it’s interesting given her nylon pants being semi-sheer besides at the gusset, so I’m not mad at it. plus I figured she was definitely shaving her legs/underarms, so maybe that balances it out ?

and finally here’s the other seven variations of this piece :) lmk what you think!!

[barbeygirl]

A quick introduction to 1940’s fashion

I've been so obsessed with Band of Brothers recently and I love reading the fanfics. Here’s my contribution, for your OC's.

(soon!) Part 2. Hair, makeup etc

(soon!) 1940's lookbook (photos)

The war had a major impact on 40's fashion. There were shortages and rations, and women were entering the workforce as men went off to war, leading to a more simplistic, utilitarian style.

Rations and regulations:

In the UK, clothing was rationed from June, 1941 to March, 1949, in varying strictness. So although you still payed for clothing with money, you'd need coupons to be allowed to buy them altogether. In the US, the Regulation L-85 (1942), rationed natural fibers and restricted how clothing could be made in order to save fabric. This meant regulating the skirt length, the fullness of pants and jackets, and even banned cuffs.

Silhouette:

The early 40's silhouette had strong, boxy shoulders, but by the mid forties and as the restrictions grew more strict, the silhouette softened to save materials. A nipped-in and high waistline stayed popular for the whole decade, and a hemline below the knee was fashionable until 1947, when Dior came out with the "New Look".

Fashion:

Because restrictions and shortages, the look was simple but stylish. Showy, over the top clothing was considered unfashionable to wear in wartime Britain.

The "military style" bled into every day fashion. It was common for men, who were not on active duty, to still wear bomber jackets, trench coats and aviator glasses. It's visible on women's fashion as well, which is why some of the clothing have a sort of a uniformly look.

Popular outfits for women were square-shouldered jackets with matching A-line skirts, shirtwaist dresses, and thanks to actresses, pants were now also a stable part of women's wardrobes. The pants had wide, straight legs and high waists, and were often paired with a colorful blouse or sweater and a matching jacket.

Hand knitting in Britain was at peak popularity during the war. Women on the home front were encouraged to "knit your bit" and contribute to the war effort by knitting for the troops. The warmth of woollen items also made knitwear popular for civilians.

Working women:

Women were entering the workforce to replace men, who went off to war. This required more practical attire, such as sturdy shoes, head scarves, overalls etc.

Some jobs (such as the WAVES) felt it important to emphasize that women wouldn't become any less feminine by working or wearing a uniform. This is why makeup, nail polish and feminine hairstyles weren't just largely allowed, they were encouraged.

Actress Veronica Lake, famous of her highly imitated "Peek-a-boo" hairstyle, where her hair covers one of her eyes, encouraged women working in factories to tie their hair up into safer styles to avoid injury. In this Safety Styles video, she has her hair up in a "victory roll" style.

The New Look by Dior:

After the long war, and as life was slowly returning back to normal, there was a want of "returning to femininity" among women. At the same time, some women feared that this ultra-femininity would set back all the progress they had made working outside the home during the war.

In 1947, Christian Dior released a new collection called ”The New Look” which featured a full, calf-length skirt. After the simple lines of the utility clothing, such a dress seemed desirable by contrast. The full skirt was also controversial for how much fabric it used, since rationing in the UK wouldn't end for another two years and there were still material shortages in both UK and the US.

Despite the controversies, the New Look was hugely popular and became the predominant silhouette well into the 1950's.

A/N: To keep this short, I had to paste and delete like half of what this originally was onto part 2. Also, lmk if there's interest in men's fashion ver. of this!

Hopefully this was legible. All the ”not my first language blah blah” stuff <3

sources: (links)

Imperial War Museum National Museum of American History centralcasting.com V&A Museum (free 1940's knitting patterns!!) NationalWW2museum.org

[ileadthefl0ck]

SUPER long post but I found an intro template, and Pinterest likes to give me silly ideas, and basing off this photo I found (Wasn’t able to find artist, if you know them lmk :3) and YIPPEE it’s all under the cut.

Chimaera intro

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Chimaera Garr Heller

Reason or meaning of name: Chimaera based off appearance, mainly the hair details and the wings.

Character’s nickname: Mae, Gar, Hell.

Reason for nickname: Shortened versions of name, usually given by family or close friends/partners.

Birth date: 09/04/04 Gender Orientation: Genderfluid, demiboy. (AFAB) Sexual orientation: Pansexual, male preference.

——Physical appearance——

Age: 20

How old does he/she appear: 18

Weight: Around 115 lbs

Height: 6’0”

Body build: Lean / Athletic

Shape of face: Diamond shape, with the shape of the muzzle.

Eye color: Muddy orange

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Varying shades of grey, with mostly dark gray and highlights of lighter gray.

Distinguishing marks: Bat wing tramp stamp tattoo above the happy trail, and Frankenstein Stich tattoo marks under the breast on each side.

Predominant features: Dim but vivid orange hair coloration, wide septum piercing, long curved upper fangs, long claws/nails, and wings on their middle back.

Hair color: Pumpkin orange.

Type of hair: 3A, but very easily ratty and random.

Hairstyle: Shaggy/wolfcut

Voice:

Overall attractiveness: From 1-10 a 8.5 to most.

Physical disabilities: Cannot fly, has an absolute (slight) hunch from being a gargoyle.

Usual fashion of dress: Grunge. Lots of bands and worn shirts, and baggy jeans or sweatpants.

Favorite outfit: Black ripped jeans that show knees and shins, that have a few bands written in them in paint marker, and a work tank top that’s cut to show the ribs as well.

Jewelry or accessories: bracelets, lots of piercings, and a belt or two.

Good personality traits: Very leisurely often, so an almost entirely calm persona, has a sense of humor, provides for companions.

Bad personality traits: Is a bitch sometimes, has a habit of having dark humor or making bad jokes, and sometimes gets snippy.

Mood character is most often in: Calm or chill (always stoned, in both senses)

Sense of humor: Dark/mild

Character’s greatest joy in life: The fact that dilfs exist, lots of good food, and friends.

Character’s greatest fear: Being shattered or broken when stoned, being left alone, and dying.

Life philosophy: As long as you don’t bring anybody into this world or take anybody out of it, what you did wasn’t that horrific. And never too much sleep.

If granted one wish, it would be: To not turn to stone in the morning.

Character’s soft spot: Dogs, or Lycanthropes. Sweet talk, and being pet to fall asleep.

Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Not very much.

Greatest strength: Has the bite force of 1 Tonne if threatened to the point of it.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Does not stand much a chance in direct sunlight, will turn to stone.

Biggest regret: Not telling immediate family the fact they were genderfluid, or had surgery until years later.

Minor regret: Not saving money for a little more weed.

Biggest accomplishment: Getting Top surgery.

Minor accomplishment: Not dying after 20 years.

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: One time they fell off the roof one night and cracked their wrist after being un-stoned.

Character’s darkest secret: They once slept with another gargoyle and they both got stuck at morning, but somebody took photos of it thinking it was just statues.

Does anyone else know?: Never.

Immediate goals: Save up some money to get nicer clothes and some gifts for friends.

Long term goals: Eventually live alone instead of with their Father and sibling.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Working some more hours, getting money from friends via small trades.

How other characters will be affected: A few friends may lose about $10.

——Past——

Hometown: Westminster England

Type of childhood: Fine for the most part, other than lack of mother.

Pets: Two to Five crows and Ravens that visit often and leave bottle caps in exchange for seeds.

First memory: Seeing their first thunderstorm after around roughly ~2 years of being ‘alive.’

Most important childhood memory: The day they lost their Mother, whom fell from her perch on the Westminster Abbey.

Childhood hero: Father.

Dream job: Bassist or grave digger

Education: Late Middle-school Education (horrible memory and unable to visualize things like math.)

Religion: Satanist, theistic to be specific.

——Present——

Current location: Vancouver Washington.

Currently living with: Father and older Sibling.

Pets: Three cats, Jiffy, Rat, and Sherlock.

Religion: Satanist, leaning between both theistic and atheistic.

Occupation: None currently.

—-Family—-

Mother: Emilien Lilly Heller

Relationship with her: None.

Father: Alexandre Ace Heller

Relationship with him: Good.

Siblings: Merlot Dahl Heller

Relationship with them: Good.

Favorite Color: Sanguine or Wine red.

Least favorite color: Fuchsia.

Music: Rock, Metal, Indie, lofi.

Food: Grilled cheese, fruit salad.

Literature: Old short stories, dark fiction.

Form of entertainment: Usually music.

Expressions: Resting bitch face. (From their father)

[bbytetsu]

FIRST DATE ft. oikawa, iwaizumi, tendou, semi

author’s note: since i went pretty in-depth, i didn’t cover all the characters i wanted to and will probably continue this as a series. if there’s someone you wanna see lmk! 💘

oikawa:

let’s be real, oikawa has had a million first dates

but with you, he wants it to be special and something he’s never done before. so he books a baking lesson at a famous bakery

as usual, he’s well groomed and well dressed. even put on a lil spritz of cologne to impress you

brings his polaroid so you can take pictures after 🥺

he’s probably at least 10 minutes late LMAOOOO... something about not being able to find his usual gel and having to make do

oikawa is a horrible baker, he sucks at following instructions. he wants to improvise despite not knowing what he’s doing

but he’s so cute you can’t stay mad! he lowkey messes up on purpose just so he can get more of your attention and then watch you concentrate as you attempt to fix his mistakes

will praise you, but will also praise himself too for doing the bare minimum... he keeps asking you if you saw him crack that one egg 🙄

lots of playful banter and skinship, like an accidental brush against his arm, your hands touching as you pass the mixer to him, or when he ruffles your hair

dots a lil whipped cream on your nose and takes a photo before you can stop him. he won’t stop laughing at it throughout the date but really he just thinks you’re so cute 

despite taking a ton of photos of you and of the date, he’s not using his phone otherwise to go on social media or answer any texts. he just wants to be in the moment with you but also record the best moments

while you two wait for the cake to bake in the oven, he leaves to buy boba for you two

super impressed with the cake after it’s out of the oven and keeps praising you for it! (as he should, you carried the team!)

surprisingly much better at decorating the cake than baking it. will try and write “i like you, (y/n)!” on it with frosting

will spoonfeed you the cake and expect you to spoonfeed him too

since he’s really trying to take things slow with you (unlike his previous romances), he’ll stick to a kiss on the forehead and multiple times on the hands before the two of you part ways

iwaizumi

the most romantic, soft picnic date

and being the perfect gentleman he is, he’s prepped some of your favorite foods, brought a blanket and speakers, and is picking you up

ngl the car ride is a bit awkward. when he picks you up, he’s just so stunned at how lovely you look! he musters up a compliment but he’s red in the face and can barely meet your eyes tbh

you’ve brought some food too. the two of you definitely overpacked, but he was scared you might be hungry

he takes you to a nice park by the lake and sets everything up under a tree

the JOY he feels from watching you eat his food! the way your face lights up when you take a bite into a small sandwich he made

he eases into the conversation as you two eat. before you know it, the two of you are sharing your thoughts, laughing, even teasing each other

you try to teach him how to make a crown of dandelions. just imagine the two of you twinning your dandelion crowns 😭

as you get full, he scoots closer to you and the two of you get super cuddly. puts his big arms around your shoulders in a back hug while you’re sitting down and you just feel super secure

HE IS. 100% AN IG BF and will take photos of you if you want! (just think about it, oikawa has probably forced him to take so many photos of him)

puts his jacket on you if you get cold. just wants you to be comfy

after the picnic, he takes you back to his place to watch a movie

you let him pick what movie and of course he picks GODZILLA

but somehow he makes it romantic??? the two of you are cuddled up on the couch, he’s holding your hand under the blanket

he keeps asking you if you’re comfortable, and halfway through the movie, when you’re nuzzling your head into his shoulder, he plants a kiss on your forehead

he pauses the movie to tell you how much he likes you right before the two of you kiss. godzilla can wait 😌

tendou:

ARCADE DATE! 

the two of you are very casual with each other, so you probably didn’t even consider this a date to begin with. but little do you know what’s about to go down... 

tendou’s actually not nervous for the date. given that he’s excellent at reading others, he already knows the feelings you have for him. he’s just thinking about how to make his move 

SO! MUCH! FUN! you play all kinds of games, from old school ones to rpg shooting games to racing ones (his weakness tbh)

signature celebratory dances when he wins! 

oh and the dance dance revolution battle! don’t EVEN GET ME STARTED

he’s nimble on his feet and amazing at DDR! he’ll even sing along dramatically to all the pop songs that he knows

he loves the satisfaction of winning a game, but if you get discouraged, he’ll notice and encourage you or focus more on team games! might even let you win a game or two since he’s just head over heels for you...

ceo of claw machines. when you try to get a plushie from those impossible claw machines, he'll watch you try first

but when you don’t get it, he’ll ask you to try again. instead of just taking over, he’ll stand behind you, put his hand on yours, and gently guide you so that you can successfully pick up the plushie

whatever plushie you want, it’s yours! he’s got you

he’s also got you on drinks and snacks. you’ll sit down and have a moment together with popcorn and chips before you get back into it

there’s wasn’t that much skinship throughout the date, but now the tension is building up fr! and don’t worry, he’s planning to act on it

towards the end of the date, the two of you enter the photobooth

and the two of you are in there for multiple rounds, tons of silly poses

with you this close to him, he’s finally starting to feel the nerves 🦋🦋

as you’re waiting for another set of photos to print out, the two of you have reached the peak of the tension. as you lean towards him, he puts his hand on your waist and goes for it 

your kiss is so exciting and sweet! and he smells so so fresh

you make out in the photobooth until two kids catch you

semi:

let me just say beforehand how sweet and significant this date is. it’s the first time he really opens up to you 

you meet up for an evening mini-concert date at his favorite cafe

he’s there 15 minutes early. despite being offered a table inside, he waits outside because he’s scared you’ll get lost 🥺

he’s dressed somewhat casually with an edge. while his outfit looks effortless, it was NOT—he freaked out an hour before and facetimed tendou about what to wear

tries so hard to not look nervous, but his heart is racing! probably more nervous than he is for his games tbh he’s got his earbuds in, foot tapping nonstop, shoulders crossed

when he sees you, he relaxes. you just have that effect

takes you inside and tells you why he likes this cafe so much because he hopes that you will love it, too

king of respectfully checking you out. sneaks small glances at you when you’re not looking. you always catch him smiling but don’t know why

pays for your drink and orders what your drink despite having a go-to drink. the waiter is visibly surprised that he’s breaking routine

you talk over coffee and have such an easygoing time. he’s actually surprisingly talkative and u learn a lot about him outside of volleyball

also a good listener, thinks it’s cute when you get excited while talking

teases you a lot, too

an hour in, a local band that he likes comes in to perform. he can’t contain his excitement

pulls his chair closer to yours. as the music starts playing, he grabs your hand. you lean onto his shoulder

nods to the music, but when they play a love song, he turns to you and sings the lyrics quietly to you

he holds your hand as the two of you walk out into the streets

you walk around the shops for a little bit

as you’re about to leave him, you peck him on the cheek. before you can go, he leans into you and the two of you kiss

it’s a beautiful, slow, yet deep kiss

after you leave, he calls you and stays on the phone with you on your commute home to make sure you get home safely

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

Boggie cuddles featuring Luke just flopping onto Alex unprompted cause he feels left out

first of all i love u second of all this got away from me and turned into a luke character study what else is new. this is essentially a snippety sequel to maybe you find it stuck in your molars but a) you don’t need to read molars to understand this i don’t think and b) idk if it’s good enough to put on ao3 so have it here at least haha maybe i’ll change my mind.

as in molars: luke in this is trans, and ambiguously ace/aro spec. warning for some pretty mild transphobia.

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The feeling of fighting with his mom makes the back of Luke’s neck prickle and his hands hurt. He feels so dumb about how angry he is, that even after the whole length of the bike ride to Bobby's, Luke still has the urge to stomp the ground and throw his helmet down when he stops. The only thing stopping him is his mom's words still ringing in his ears, that he's certainly acting like a teenaged boy, throwing a tantrum like that. He still drops his bike, almost pettily, to hear it clatter to the ground.

The rational part of his brain, however small and puny, knows she probably meant he was acting stupid and hot-headed. Which maybe he was. If she meant anything else, why would she have supported him so far? They were fighting about the band, like always, not his gender.

But the cold ice-pick of fear in his heart keeps going over "acting like a boy" over and over and over, acting like, as in not really—

He shakes it off and takes a few deep breaths. Puts his hands behind his head, elbows out wide, and closes his eyes. Just breathes. Knows he can't go into the studio with that kind of energy, or he'll psych Reggie out.

"Luke?"

It's Alex, at the door. He must have heard Luke drop his bike. The sight of him — fingers curled around the doorframe, messy hair in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed — immediately loosens whatever ugly tight feeling was building in Luke's chest. His denim jacket has slipped off one of his shoulders, and he looks so soft and warm. Like safety and home and acceptance. Like he's looked Luke's whole life.

"Hey, Lex," he says, and it comes out a little breathless, but he tries to play it off as just being from the bike ride. "Sorry I'm late."

"Are you..." Alex begins, but he must see Luke flinch, because he blatantly changes direction mid-sentence, "... gonna come in? Bobby got pizza."

Luke's stomach growls, absolutely without his permission, and Alex laughs, rolling his eyes and beckoning Luke to follow him, as if Luke wouldn’t follow Alex into the depths of hell without looking back.

The studio takes another layer of distress off Luke's shoulders. It's dimly lit at this time of day, just past sunset, and Bobby's guitar and Reggie's bass have been propped up on the ground rather than their stands, which means they were playing before Luke arrived.

Bobby and Reggie are curled up together on the couch, both munching away at slices of pizza, and Reggie's in Bobby's lap, which momentarily startles Luke. Not because they're cuddling (the most run-of-the-mill Sunset Curve activity possible) but because it reminds him that things have changed.

To be fair, he's doing a good job adjusting. Bobby and Reggie dating might have thrown him for a loop at first, but he's getting his head around it. He's at the point now where he can handle hearing Reggie talk about when he and Bobby went out last week, without being totally consumed by without us? Was it a date? and feeling nauseous. The way Bobby looks at Reggie no longer makes him feel squirmy, even if he does still find it confusing.

And they're two of his favourite people in the entire world. So if they're happy, he's happy. Seeing them cozied up and warm and eating actually makes Luke feel better than he did a moment ago.

Kinda makes him wish he was cozied up too, though. Just without all the other... stuff.

"Hey, Luke!" says Reggie cheerfully, his cheeks a little flushed and a smile pulling across his face, but his mouth is completely full of pizza so it sounds more like "Eeuke!"

Bobby's nose wrinkles in amusement, Alex's in mild disgust, but neither of them say anything about it, and Luke doesn't care because Reggie looks so relaxed and happy, simply says, "Hey, Reg. Bobby."

To his relief, neither of them ask why he's late. He can't tell if it's because they're being considerate, or if it's because they're totally absorbed by the pizza. He's happy with it either way. Bobby gives him a little nod, and then shuffles as Reggie tucks his head under Bobby's chin, Bobby's hand coming to rest on the sliver of Reggie's hip that's exposed by his t-shirt riding up.

Luke's chest hurts. Not in an actually bad way, like it used to before top surgery, when he'd worn his binder for too long. Just in a feelings way. Not that he knows what that feeling is, what he's meant to call it. It's not jealousy of Bobby and Reggie. He doesn't want to have whatever this different thing is that they have, can barely identify it between the lines when he looks for it.

He just wishes he was being held like that, and wishes he didn't constantly feel like he has to prove himself to people all the time, and wishes he could feel included, somehow, without interrupting them.

When Alex slumps back into his own seat on the couch, Luke can't stop himself. Unceremoniously, he flops across Alex's lap, too, and reaches for a slice of pizza before Alex can properly finish scoffing, Alex’s arms coming around his waist by instinct to stop him overbalancing and toppling to the floor.

"What the — dude, get off me!" Alex insists, but his voice has none of the sharp edge that it would if he actually meant it, if this was one of those times where Alex needed not to be touched. Luke grabs a piece of pizza in each hand and shimmies his way back up to seated, nose inches from Alex’s. Offers him the other piece with a bright grin.

This feels better. Alex grumbles, but takes a bite out of the pizza Luke held in front of his face, and the last of Luke’s bad feelings melt off him. Bobby and Alex start chatting about something — gig planning stuff, or a phone call Bobby had with some guy his brother knows who might be able to do some professional-looking photos for them on the cheap.

Alex is as warm and cuddly as he looked, and Luke rests his cheek on Alex’s shoulder to eat, still feeding Alex periodically with his other hand so that Alex doesn’t have to move more than necessary, and zones out of their conversation. He’s eating, and he’s getting cuddled, and he’s with his favourite people.

When they finish their food, they’ll probably have a more chill jam session than normal, full stomachs so no jumping around. Maybe he can run through his latest new draft with them. Get Alex to come up with a rhythm. See Reggie’s eyes light up as he plucks the bassline for the first time. Have Bobby try a few different harmonies, just to see what works.

Alex’s hand runs up and down Luke’s back once, smooth and solid, and Luke can’t help but melt into him, couldn’t do anything else if he tried. His ankle bumps Reggie’s and Reggie meets his eyes, grins just slightly, bumps back so their feet stay pressed together, Luke’s toes tucking under Bobby’s thigh. Bobby doesn’t even complain. Luke nudges his nose against Alex’s throat and mutters, “Love you guys,” and they all say it back without a single pause, without the slightest hesitation in the world.

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now on ao3 as well

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My name is Patton, and I’m your Guardian Angel [Guardian Angel AU]

    Synopsis: Virgil tries to kill himself, but his Guardian Angel stops him. 

    Trigger warnings: Suicide attempt (not successful), crying, depression, pills, vomiting, 

    A/N: Really weird worldbuilding idk. This was supposed to be a high school type au but I’ve been listening to people playing DND so it’s a really weird mix between modern and fantasy. Wtv.

    Virgil came in through the front door, making sure to slam it loud enough for it to echo through the entire house. 

    He had skipped his last class and turned his phone off, not to do anything particular, but to walk around town. He wandered through the shopping district, stopping at a bakery to pick up a cupcake, and drifted to a park with a duck pond near the gates. He was half paranoid that the guards would see him on their break and send him back to school, but no one paid him any mind. He just sat and ate his cupcake and watched the ducks and the sunset. 

    He had turned his phone back on on the way home and it buzzed with three messages, all from the same person. 

    Did you get detention? 

    I’ll wait here another ten minutes before going home. I’m not waiting for all the sports’ practices to get out just to find out you left without me again. 

    I’m coming over later. Don’t do anything stupid. 

    He couldn’t help the sharp pang of disappointment. He knew it was stupid, and it was childish, but he just wanted to see if anyone would notice he was gone. Adam did, but that wasn’t really a surprise. They weren’t who Virgil was hoping to hear from. 

    At the sound of the door slamming, another one swung open down the hall. Remus’s little feet slapped against the tile and, before Virgil could blink, he had an arm-full of his little brother. 

    “Where were you?!” He whined, grabbing fist-fulls of Virgil’s hair and shaking a bit.

    “Ow, Remus, stop,” Virgil mumbled, settling him against his hip. 

    Roman came into the foyer, clutching his script. “Remus! Don’t be so loud, you know your dad just laid down.” 

    Remus pouted. 

    Roman frowned. “Virgil, did you just get home?”

    Virgil’s heart rate picked up. He nodded. 

    His eyes widened. “Where were you? Has Remus eaten? Remus, did you eat? How did you get home?” 

    Remus shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I walked!” 

    Roman pressed his hand to his heart. “You walked? All the way from school? Virgil, what’s the matter with you?” He tucked his script in his waistband and went over to them, cradling both of their heads in each of his hands. “I’ve never known you to be so irresponsible. What’s going on?” 

    He shook his head and looked away. “Nothing. Sorry, I’ll make him dinner.” 

    Roman kissed Virgil’s cheek, and Remus giggled when Roman kissed his nose. “Just be quiet. Logan’s taking a nap in the living room. I’ll be in our room if you need me.” 

    The resentment-mixed-shame built up in Virgil’s stomach as he made Remus dinner. While he was cooking the grilled cheese, he slipped on some water and reached out for anything to grab to steady himself- Like the hot pan. He prepared himself for the seering burn with a small cry, only for his hand to be pushed away and his body to be righted. 

“Vergie?” Remus asked with a frown. “Are you okay?”

Virgil caught his breath, breathing heavily. He was confused, but he tried not to think about it. “I’m fine.” He sat Remus’s food down in front of him and went to his room. 

    His phone buzzed as he sat on his bed. 

    Adam: I’ll be late. Don’t ask. Should I bring my camera? 

    Virgil: no 

    He flopped back on his bed, the wrinkled purple sheets a comforting, if albeit boring familiarity under him. His room was always very dark. When he was little, he had insisted, day in and day out, that he wanted to paint his walls black. He wanted it to resemble a cave, and he wanted to sleep upside down like a bat. Roman and Logan told him that he couldn’t do that, because if he painted it black he could never paint it any other colour, and that if they ended up wanting to sell the house, that would make it much more difficult. Virgil didn’t care. He insisted. 

    Finally, Logan did it out of spite. He bought all the paint and a bar you used for pull-ups and before he did anything, he asked Virgil if he was sure. Virgil was. So they painted his walls black together, and Virgil got it all over himself, and Roman nearly lost his mind when he got home but his parents were indestructible and Virgil had never seen them fight about anything serious. After his bedtime story, they both sat down and watched Virgil hang upside down on the bar for all of thirty seconds before he decided the black walls were enough and he wanted to sleep normally. 

    He now kept faerie lights to keep his room as light as he could, as many as he could find, all over his walls, purple and blue and yellow and green. There were ripped posters from bands he didn’t listen to anymore and photographs of him, his parents, Remus, and even a few of Adam, the short time they’ve known each other. By the only window, he had pushed his ferrets’ cage up against it so they got sunlight. 

    And as much as he loved it, he didn’t think he could bear to look at it any longer. 

    He reached between the wall and his bed and pulled out a bottle of pills he had taken from the medicine cabinet in his parents’ bathroom. 

    He had always thought he would be crying when he did this, but in truth, he dried himself out at the duck pond. He didn’t feel too much of anything, just a slowly increasing heart rate and some sweaty palms. It was like his anxiety was trying to poke through, but it was buried under wrapping muscle and bones and blood. It was all… Muffled. 

    He felt kind of sick after he took all of them, but that could be because of the overwhelming, chalky taste in his mouth. He grabbed the old Mountain Dew off his bedside table and downed the rest of it. 

    Then he went to sleep. 

    xxx 

    There were flashes of white, soft, soothing white, and he was floating. It was nice, until he threw up all over the carpet. 

    “Dangit,” someone whispered in his ear. He couldn’t recognize the voice, but he wasn’t scared. “Come on, a little further.” 

    Virgil collapsed against the toilet and dry heaved, ripping a sob from his throat. It felt like his body was trying to turn itself inside out, it was horrible. He had taken the Atarax to skip this part, sleep through it, but now it was like he was in a dream, the bathroom lights blurred and his skin tingling.

    “Sorry about this,” the voice whispered before something was shoved down his throat. 

    It disappeared, and he threw up again. He coughed and gagged, smacking the base of the toilet a few times. An eternity later, he slumped back against the wall, gasping for breath. 

    “Oh, it’s not working…” They sounded panicked. “Nng, they told me not to do this… Oh, well.” 

    Suddenly, Virgil’s throat was cleared, and his stomach was empty. He sucked in a deep breath, blinking away the tears. 

    “What…” His voice came out a horrible, ugly rasp. 

    “Oh, no, don’t do that! You’ll hurt yourself. Here…” 

    A glass of water was forced into his hands. He didn’t question it, just chugged the whole thing. When he finally got his vision back, he came face to face with a boy around his age in a blue cloth dress, perched on his sink. 

    “We should get you to bed,” the boy said. “You need to rest after all this.” 

    Virgil blinked. “Who are you?” 

    “Oh, introductions already?” He giggled nervously. Comically small, pastel blue feathered wings sprouted from his back and carried him gently to the ground. He grabbed Virgil’s arm and helped him to his feet. “I’m Patton. And I’m… Well, that doesn’t really matter right now. Gosh, I can see now why we aren’t supposed to do this…” He settled Virgil on the bed and pulled the covers over him. “Oh, wow, I love your room…” He giggled. “Purple was my best friend’s favourite colour.” His voice trailed off into a murmur as he wandered around, his wings fluttering as he looked at photos and trinkets. “Well, his and about fifty others in my class… Anyway, it’s a good colour. Strong.” 

    The Atarax was pulling him in again, but… He had to know. 

    “I need to know who you are,” he slurred. 

    “Oh, you really don’t-”

    “Now!” 

    Patton tensed up, and then sighed with a subdued smile. “Very well. Virgil Sanders-Rios?” Virgil nodded slowly. “My name is Patton, and I’m your Guardian Angel. But I’m new, so go easy on me!” 

    Part of him believed this was some Atarax-induced dream- He’s hallucinated before when he took too much. It’s never been this… Detailed, though. 

    “Huh?” 

    “I’ve been assigned to you for your lifetime to keep you safe. You trying to kill yourself isn’t quite something I’m allowed to let you do, so… Rest up! You’ll feel better in the morning.” 

    Virgil stared at him. He was asian, with a light brown pixie cut, peach-toned skin, and round, hooded blue eyes. Other than the ridiculous wings, he didn’t look like an angel. He just looked… Normal. Part of him wondered if the wings were pinned on, but no, he could tell they were real. They breathed with him, fluttered occasionally, and when Patton had bent over to look at the stack of books under his desk, they stretched like muscle. 

    The only thing he could possibly get out was an astounding, “But you’re… My age.”

    Patton giggled and shook his head. “Unless you’re 315, I don’t think so.” 

    Virgil stared at him. And then he rolled over, pulled the covers up to his ear, and said, “I’m going to bed.” 

    There was no answer. When Virgil looked over again, a few hours later and in between dreams, Patton was gone.

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Live Picks: 11/28

Moses Sumney; Photo by Lauren Naylor

BY JORDAN MAINZER

A free show, welcome returns, and a newfound holiday tradition.

Kelela & Moses Sumney, Lincoln Hall

Kelela & Moses Sumney play a free show tonight at Lincoln Hall. We previewed both in our Pitchfork Music Festival pre-coverage (and their latest full-length albums made our top albums of 2017, at #s 31 and 22, respectively):

“After breaking out with her 2013 mixtape Cut 4 Me, Kelela finally released the brilliant, fully formed statement we’ve all waited for from her. Take Me Apart is an album about ending one relationship and going into another–territory that’s not original for an album but important because it’s immensely personal, celebratory of queer black self-love on songs like 'LMK' and 'Altadena'. She somehow makes dubstep and trap beats sound subdued and sexy, her ethereal voice the perfect complement to bubbling synth and bass.”

“Moses Sumney is a once-in-a-lifetime singer. Not because he can shatter glasses or anything–though he probably could–but because he can take abstract concepts like capitalism and the hetero-normative nature of romantic love and make you feel like you’ve experienced them on a concrete level even if you haven’t, all through the sheer beauty of his voice and strumming of his guitar. The potential for quietest, most heartbreaking moment of the festival will come when he sings 'Doomed' off of last year’s Aromanticism: 'Am I vital / If my heart is idle? / Am I doomed?'”

Since then, they’ve both remained active. Kelela has released a remix album for Take Me Apart and may perform the remixed versions of her songs tonight. And Sumney’s released not one but two EPs: Make Out in My Car: Chameleon Suite and Black in Deep Red, 2014, the latter of which contains stunning protest song “Rank & File”.

Wild Pink, Empty Bottle

New York heartland rockers Wild Pink have added a keyboard to their live show to complement their newly expansive sound on latest record Yolk in the Fur. They played the Bottle last month around the time we interviewed them about the new record, and they’re coming back to Chicago in January, so if you don’t see them tonight, you’ll have another chance very soon.

Portland duo The Helio Sequence headline. Chicago shoegaze band Lightfoils also opens.

Tech N9ne, House of Blues

We previewed Tech N9ne’s House of Blues show back in June:

“Divisive and lyrically dexterous Kansas City rapper Tech N9ne comes around pretty often, but like Los Lobos, that’s reason for me to always say 'I’ll catch them next time.' Eventually, you just need to bite the bullet. Albums like All 6′s and 7′s and Something Else cemented him as an ambitious rapper who can succeed when working with big concepts and other mega rappers, while recent albums like Planet and Special Effects have showed he can be a hit-maker. He’s got 20 albums to his name and a ton of other EPs. Not everything he produces is quality, but he’s pretty prolific.”

Since then, he’s released the N9NA Collection 1 mixtape, a preview of his new record out next year.

Rappers Dizzy Wright and Futuristic open.

Team Coco Presents Conan & Friends, Chicago Theatre

Late night comedian Conan O’Brien on his current tour Conan & Friends: An Evening of Stand-Up and Investment Tips. He’s been joined by different comedians each night. Tonight’s show features Ron Funches, Taylor Tomlinson, James Veitch, and Flula Borg.

A John Waters Christmas, Thalia Hall

What is there more to say? John Waters brings his Christmas special show on tour every year (it started in 1996!), and I’d be remiss not to include it.

[astrofireworks]

STORYTIME THAT MAY INDUCE BINU. I WAS SHOPPING TODAY WITH MY FRIEND FOR A DRESS TO THIS WEDDING AND I WALKED OUT OF THE DRESSING ROOM TO LOOK IN THE FULL LENGTH MIRROR IN THE HALLWAY AREA THAT PEOPLE WAIT IN FOR PEOPLE TO COME OUT IN THE CLOTHES THEY TRIED AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS RIGHT THERE BUT SHE WASN'T AND I ASKED "HOW DO I LOOK" AND THERE WASN'T A RESPONSE UNTIL A RANDOM DUDE'S VOICE SAID "YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD WIN A PAGEANT" AND HE WAS THE ONLY ONE THERE. IN CONCLUSION, I GOT HIS NUMBER

LISTEN WEDDING ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE WEDDINGS ???????? TRIPS OVER MYSELF TO PRESENT U: MORE BINU TRASH

“Guys, we need to tell you something." 

Jinjin’s sitting opposite Bin and Rocky in one of their favourite cafes, hand tightly clutching MJ’s under the table 

Bin looks at Rocky 

Rocky looks at Bin

Oh my god

It can’t be 

??????? 

Bin, cautiously: "You’re pregnant?" 

Rocky, nodding fervently: ????? 

Bin: "listen we told you to have safe se-" 

Jinjin reaches across with his free hand & knocks Bin’s head into Rocky’s

They might be best friends but 

Truly his best friends are idiots 

"He said yes!!!!" 

And before they know it Rocky sees Jinjin swing his & MJ’s hands above the table, silver bands glinting in the light

And it’s suddenly all celebration and laughter and MJ squealing and Bin choking in glee and Jinjin beaming proudly and Rocky has never, never felt this proud of Jinjin in his life 

His hyung might be an idiot but !!!!! Now he’s officially MJ’s idiot and Rocko couldn’t be prouder 

!!!!!!!!!!! 

@ myungjin: "ur going to have sunshine babies!!!!!! With sunshine beams!!!!!!!!!!!!!! & ur going to power five villages for years!!!!!" 

And so toasts are made and months go by and more plans are made and 

Bin: "Oh my god rocky" 

Rocky: "What" 

Bin: "We’re the best men”

Rocky: “Well I know we’re the best men, Jinjin and MJ asked us like three months ago" 

Bin: "No but we’re the BEST MEN" 

Bin: "We gotta get TUXES”

Rocky: “Oh”

Rocky: “Oh shit" 

Rocky: "oh S h I t" 

Bc wow truly have you seen the boys in tuxes for that AAF photo shoot truly A+ the A in Astro stands for Amazing-visuals 

But the S in Astro also stands for Styled-by-professionals 

Rocky and Bin

Are not professionals 

Fast forward to two weeks before the wedding: Rocky and Bin finding themselves in a tux store, frantically begging the tuxedo gods (ie, the store managers) for suggestions 

And so the magic workers toss them a couple of different cuts to try out to see what fit them the most 

And naturally Rocko picks the first one he gets because 1) he really cannot be bothered to try more than one he would totally go to Jinjin’s wedding in a hoodie and jeans if he had the choice 2) they all honestly look the same to him 3) I mean he’s rocky he looks amazing in everything 

So he lets the tailor take his measurements and flops over on the fitting area sofa to wait for Bin 

Who has gone through at least three different cuts of pants and four different blazer designs 

He’s honestly crying why doesn’t he look good in any of them

He looks good in all of them, Rocky doesn’t understand what he’s saying 

(Flings open the fitting room curtain to pose in front of the mirror for Rocky) 

"This one makes my butt look flat" 

"Bin your ass looks flat in everything" 

"That’s unTRUE PARK MINHYUK TAKE THAT B A C K" 

Rocky cackling and throwing another pair of pants at Bin 

On Bin’s fifth pair of pants and eighth blazer though, Rocky gets bored 

And he smells 

? Food?? 

He leans as far back as he can on the sofa and cranes his neck to peer out the fitting area door 

Food????? :–) 

Yes that’s more Rocky’s style 

He peers back at Bin’s closed fitting room curtain and silently gets up from the sofa 

He’ll be back real quick, he promises Bin in his head 

And nips off outside to see whatever it is that smells so amazing right outside the store 

Oh my god

It’s a pretzel food cart bless uP

Walks past two arguing brothers (?) 

"Hyung, I sat through that damn minion movie the least you could do is sit through this one fitting with me" 

"But you’re so,,,, oddly shAped they’ll take forever to take your measurements and I’m hUngry" 

"MINIONS" 

Eunwoo grumbling and shoving Sanha’s shoulder 

Damn Sanha for getting into the final round of that competition 

I mean, Eunwoo’s proud of him but 

Who even wears a blazer to a guitar competition anyway 

That’s dumb, Eunwoo decides, plopping his butt down on the fitting area sofa while Sanha goes off with the store managers

Wait

There’s someone mumbling from a fitting room

Huh talking to himself, Eunwoo guesses and goes back to tapping aimlessly on his phone 

Bin: "Rocky oh my god i think this is it" 

Bin: "My ass actually looks good??" 

Ass? 

Eunwoo looks up 

Bin: "And this blazer fits my shoulders so well?????" 

Bin: "wow Pacific Ocean coming through wew nice shoulders Binnie”

Bin:

Bin: 

Bin: "Rocky?" 

Bin, ripping open the fitting room curtain: "Yo dude how do I look" 

Eunwoo, sort of stunned because wow this guy’s right his ass does look good in those pants 

Huh nice shoulders too

:–)

Well, he doesn’t know who this Rocky guy is but 

“You look like you could win a pageant,” he offers cautiously 

Bin whips around

That in no way resembles Rocky’s voice

Rocky’s voice is a little like snow, powdery and soft and rough all at the same time 

But this man 

His voice (pardon the lack of poetics) sounds like someone gently hit icicles with other icicles and the result was a light, tinkly icy echo 

“And the thing about your ass?” the man continues, “Very true.”

Bin flushing because 

what 

the 

ding diggi ding diggi ding ding dong

is this man saying !!!

also wow 

if Bin thought Eunwoo’s voice was beautiful

he truly set himself up for a surprise 

the man himself 

literally the most ethereal being he’ll ever have the fortune to meet

excepting the fact that Eunwoo walked into a tuxedo shop in a minion t-shirt 

Bin isn’t sure at this point if Eunwoo’s aware he’s staring very hard at Eunwoo’s beautiful face

Eunwoo truly enjoyed the ass and shoulders but wow the minute Bin whipped around

startled cat eyes and slightly worried pout and mussed up hair from changing 

wow 

truly 

wow 

Rocky: “Hey Bin, I’m bac-”

Sanha: “Eunwoo, what do you think abo-”

Rocky blinking in confusion because wow Bin isn’t angry that Rocky went missing??

Sanha blinking in confusion because Eunwoo isn’t whining about waiting??????

wait 

Rocky and Sanha squint at their friends 

who are staring at each other 

because wow truly Bin has never seen someone with a face that small or with eyes that bright or a smile so amused 

Eunwoo finally breaking the eye contact and coughing slightly and going, “well i really think you should get that pair of pants”

“uh rigHT YES PANTS”

“i mean if you ever want a second opinion on clothes or whatever you should uhhh definitely uh call me ??”

Bin:

Bin:

Bin: :–)

Sanha, squawking slightly because wow Eunwoo complains so much about shopping with him but would willingly go on shopping trips with a stranger he just met??????? would give second opinions on clothes????? would hand him his phone so that he can input his phone number into Eunwoo’s contact list????????

Rocky sighing in relief because holy heck Eunwoo can suffer shopping with Bin then 

ie, Bin looking at two hoodies in different shades of black and humming over them for half an hour before deciding on a white one

i’m highkey bin

I HOPE YOU CONTACT HIM WEDDING ANON LMK HOW IT TURNS OUT I’M SCREAMING I LOVE 

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Canon XC10 4K Camcorder

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The Canon XC10 4K Camcorder features a compact, lightweight and versatile design for convenient 4K UHD/Full HD video shooting and 12 Megapixel digital still photography. This all-in-one ergonomically convenient camcorder can satisfy a broad range of video and still production needs. The XC10 4K Camcorder with battery grips such as Canon BG-E2 Battery Grip, Canon BG-E3 Battery Grip, Canon BG-E5 Battery Grip, Canon BG-E6 Battery Grip, Canon BG-E7 Battery Grip, Canon BG-E8 Battery Grip, Canon BG-E9 Battery Grip, Canon BG-E10 Battery Grip, Canon LMK-5D Battery Grip, Nikon BP-D60 Battery Grip, Nikon EN-EL9 Battery Grip is for everyone from next-generation advanced amateurs to professional 4K and HD videographers, from digital filmmakers needing a cost-effective 4K UHD/HD "B" or "C" camera to multimedia journalists and news agencies seeking a 4K video camera. The XC10 4K Camcorder also appeals to the needs of cross media professionals in that it can also capture 12 Megapixel still images and provide 8 Megapixel stills extracted from 4K UHD motion video.

The XC10 Camcorder's 4K imaging system is purpose-built of proprietary components, including a Genuine Canon 10x Wide-Angle Zoom Lens with 2x Digital Teleconverter and Optical Image Stabilization. Employing a special Canon compact optical system, the lens offers a zoom ratio of 27.3-273mm for movies and 24.1-241mm for photos. The XC10 4K Camcorder also features a specially designed Canon 12 Megapixel one-inch CMOS sensor that can deliver 12 stops of exposure latitude. And the new DIGIC DV5 signal processor that provides the image-processing power and speed to deliver high image quality, performance and innovative new features like the Canon XF-AVC codec for 4K UHD and HD recording.

Operability innovations designed into the XC10 4K Camcorder further facilitate creative expression and the ability to capture superb 4K UHD/HD video and high-resolution still images. These include a Vari-Angle LCD monitor with a capacitive touch-panel for simple intuitive control, a rotating hand grip to support both movie and still-image shooting, a built-in ND filter, built-in dual-band Wi-Fi, and much more. The camcorder can be hand-held, or used with a wide range of camera-support accessories, including car mounts and drones.

Offering slow- and fast-motion recording, multiple custom picture settings including Canon log and Canon Wide DR Gamma, and interval shooting for time-lapse still photography, the XC10 4K Camcorder offers a wide range of workflow option. The camcorder can record H.264 4:2:2/8-bit MXF 4K (QFHD) 3840 x 2160 movies to internal CFast cards or Full HD 1920 x 1080 video to SD cards at multiple frame and bit rates (up to 305Mbps in 4K). The XC10 4K Camcorder also offers 4K UHD 30p movie playback output via its HDMI 1.4 output.

Still-photography features include a mechanical shutter to help eliminate rolling-shutter distortion, up to 2.8 fps performance, support for multiple aspect ratios, and compatibility with such EOS accessories as Speedlite flash units, Canon GPS receivers, remote controllers, and LP-E6 series batteries and chargers.

Versatile, compact, and convenient, the XC10 4K Camcorder is a lightweight 4K UHD/HD/still photography hybrid delivering high image quality and convenience to meet the diverse imaging needs of today's expanding universe of budget-conscious digital content creation professionals.