#italian striped bug

[freakyll]

Lviv 2024-07-29

📷Canon Powershot A650 IS

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Second Chances

Beetlejuice x Lydia Deetz

Chapter 1 Link

(Beetlejuice Beetlejuice spoilers⚠️)

Chapter 6

“I killed you twice! How do you keep coming back?!” Yelled Betelgeuse as he, Lydia, and Astrid made their way down the stairs.

“When you want revenge anything is possible.” Delores answered in her heavy Italian accent. From behind her Samantha appeared.

“I’m sorry Astrid.” She whimpered, her makeup smudged like she had been crying.

“What did you do?!” Astrid questioned her.

“We had a seance and she appeared asking for someone named Betelgeuse.” She explained in a small voice. At the sound of his name, Betelgeuse shrieked and covered his head. “Don’t say that!”

“Just get out of here Sam!” Astrid ordered her. “She killed them Astrid…” The young girl told her. “What?!” Astrid couldn’t believe it. Only a few weeks ago she had seen the Samantha and her friends walking around town, now they were dead.

“Go! Hurry!” Astrid insisted. She nodded her head and turned to run, but Delores grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

“I don’t think so.” She pulled the girl close and began stealing her soul. You could see it in the air as it slowly left her body. “No!” Astrid screamed as Delores dropped Samantha’s shrunken body onto the ground. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Samantha and her friends always bullied her, but she never wanted them to die like that.

Delores turned back to Betelgeuse and took a step forward, her arms outstretched. “Come here, darling. Give me a kiss.”

Lydia stepped forward in front of Betelgeuse. “No fucking way!” Betelgeuse’s lips curled into a proud smile and tears formed at the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t believe she was actually defending him.

“You! I know who you are. You are the woman my husband thinks he is in love with.” Delores said, pointing at Lydia.

“I ain’t in love with you! You killed me remember?” Betelgeuse shot back.

“Yes, but you killed me before I got what I wanted and nothing is going to stop me from getting it now.” She declared, taking another step forward.

“No you’re not!” Lydia shouted standing her ground even though Delores did intimidate her a little. Astrid stepped forward as well.

“You know you’re beginning to bug me.” Delores glared at Lydia and with a wave of her hand she sent her flying across the room and into the wall.

“Lydia!” Betelgeuse cried as he watched her slide down the wall and onto the floor, lying there unconscious.

“Astrid, go help your mom! I’ll take care of her.” He told Astrid, turning to Delores his eyes flashing dangerously at his ex wife.

“Two can play at this game.” He growled, snapping his fingers making two black and white striped pythons appear and wrap themselves around her legs, quickly slithering their way up towards her neck hissing loudly at her as they went. She didn’t appear frightened in the least, instead she pulled them off of her and tossed them into the air, turning them into hawks instead.

“Get them!” She ordered them sending them in Lydia and Astrid’s direction. Betelgeuse waved his hand once more making a bolt of lightning shoot through window striking both the birds dead.

This wasn’t working, Betelgeuse thought. He had to figure out a way to get rid of her once and for all. Chopping her up and having her get eaten by the sandworm didn’t work. What would?

His looked around the room for something, anything that might help him defeat her. His eyes fell upon the fireplace. He smiled. Fire! That’s it!

Suddenly, the fireplace lit up with bright green flames. “There’s only one way to get rid of a witch like you. Burn em.” He retorted sending a fireball in her direction. It missed her by mere inches crashing into the wall beside them instead. Quickly the fire spread across the wall and up the curtains.

He sent another one flying her way, but she dodged that too, then another, and soon the whole room was alight with flames. “Oh come on!” He groaned, punching the air in disgust.

“Enough!” Delores uttered pushing her hands towards him, there was a loud bang, and Betelgeuse was knocked off his feet. He sat up, letting out a sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Maybe he should just let her take his soul and get it over with? He thought feeling hopeless. No, then she would just move on to someone else probably Lydia and Astrid. He had to end this, but how?

Betelgeuse looked up at the ceiling praying for an answer. He noticed the beams beginning to snap and more of the second floor becoming exposed with each passing second. Thats when it hit him. If this didn’t work, he didn’t know what would, but it was worth a shot.

“BJ! We have to get out of here.” Astrid called out, her voice sounding muffled and distant. He looked over at her and shook his head. From his expression she could tell just what he was thinking.

“No! No! You can’t!” She pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Betelgeuse gave her one of his usual smiles, the ones he usually gets when he’s planning on doing something mischievous, and winked at her. Before she could say anything else, he snapped his fingers making her and Lydia disappear.

He slowly rose up from the floor, dusting himself off. Betelgeuse and Delores now stood face to face in the center of the room. “Now, you are mine.” She spoke in a low triumphant voice, leaning towards him.

“I will never be yours, but we started this together and now we’re gonna finish it together. Arrivederci bitch!” Her eyes widened looking both confused and frightened as Betelgeuse took her in his arms and kissed her. She tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let her go. She wanted to scream, but his lips were pressed hard against her’s. It was like time had slowed down as little by little the house fell down around them, the wood creaked loudly like it was letting out one final scream, and then collapsed.

Lydia and Astrid watched on the lawn as what was left on their house went up in flames, reduced to nothing, gone along with Betelgeuse. They stood there in silence, holding each other.

Clouds appeared overhead but instead of snow, it brought a heavy rain. Before long the flames had died out, leaving nothing but ashes behind. Lydia got up and ran over towards the pile of charred wood that was once the ghost house. Desperately she searched for Betelgeuse throwing aside anything that got in her way.

“Where is he?!”

“He’s gone, mom.” Astrid put her hand on her mother’s shoulder trying to comfort her.

“He can’t be!” She sobbed pushing aside another board. Underneath, she spotted something with black and white stripes and picked it up. It was his jacket. It was a little burnt, but still remained intact. She held it close for a moment thinking about him.

Maybe if she called him? That always worked, she thought. “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” She waited and looked around, but there was nothing. She half expected to hear his voice call out, saying something like “Gotcha didn’t I?” but he didn’t. He was gone.

She was about to give up when Astrid called her attention to something lying on the grass across from them. She could just make out the hints of green in his hair in the dark.

They quickly darted towards him hoping he was all right. They saw that he had several cuts across his face and his shirt was torn in several places. “BJ?” Lydia whispered, gently pushing the hair out of his face. He remained quiet and motionless.

“Betelgeuse?” Nothing.

Astrid placed her hand over her mouth.

“This isn’t funny. Wake up.” Lydia implored her voice cracking, nudging him. Still nothing.

Astrid was right. He’s gone, this time for good. She could feel her heart ache the longer she looked at him. Seeing him like this felt so wrong. He always had so much energy, so much life. Did Delores steal his soul? She wondered, holding his hand. For so many years she feared his return and now she can’t picture life without him. She never even got to tell him how she really felt.

Carefully, she leaned over him, their faces so close that if he could breathe she would feel it, instead all she could feel was the cold dampness coming up from the ground. “I love you Betelgeuse.” She spoke in a soft voice, hoping that somehow, somewhere he would hear her. Then she placed her lips gently upon his, lingering there for a few seconds before turning away and closing her eyes, unable to look at him for another second.

“Lyds?” A familiar voice spoke. A voice that wasn’t her’s or Astrid’s. She opened her eyes and saw Betelgeuse looking up at her, only he looked different than he had a couple minutes ago. He had messy blonde hair, blue eyes, and was no longer pale and dead looking with mold all over him. Did true love’s kiss work after all?

She let out a gasp and pulled him into a hug. “I thought I lost you.” She cried into his shoulder.

“It’d take a lot more than that to get rid of me babes.” She noticed her voice wasn’t as gruff as it used to be.

Slowly they got up off the ground, still holding on to each other. Lydia took a moment to examine his features. Betelgeuse felt his cheeks becoming hot under her gaze. “Whatddya think?” He asked nervously. She tilted her head and gently stroked the side of his face. He leaned into her hand and placed a quick kiss on her palm.

“Does this mean you’re mortal again?” She asked.

“I think so. There’s one way to find out.” Lydia immediately caught on to what he meant. She was hesitant at first. She didn’t want him to go.

“It’ll be ok.” He assured her. She quickly looked at Astrid, who gave her a slight nod to continue.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice…” They all held their breath as she spoke it one more time. “Beetlejuice.” Nothing happened. He didn’t disappear or change. It was finally over.

He let out a sigh of relief. No longer would he disappear if someone said his name too many times and he was going to test that even further with Lydia later. Right now, he would settle for another kiss. One he would actually be awake for.

Gently, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Lydia could feel blush forming on her face as they stared into each other’s eyes. “I love you.” He told her, planting a kiss on her lips. His lips felt just as soft as they did the first time she kissed him, only warmer. Lydia slowly ran her hands up his chest and around his neck, deepening the kiss. He let out a soft moan as she did so. How long he waited for this moment to finally be able to kiss her.

Astrid suddenly felt awkward and looked away, fiddling with her phone instead trying to let them have their moment. They deserved it after all. Finally Betelgeuse and Lydia had their happy ending.

“Wanna get hitched babe?” Betelgeuse asked when they had to stop for air. Lydia chuckled and kissed him again. Same old Betelgeuse. “Hell yeah!”

the end

(tag list: @msshadows97 )

[myheadisalabyrinth]

Graphosoma italicum or Italian striped bug

[lewis-the-quack]

That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know.

been a bit @you-need-not-apply

[mustachedmushroom]

- What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A/lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry.

if this post gets 5k notes before december 15th i will do my geography presentation (and present it infront of my class) before the due date

[spicy-fappuccino]

What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! -

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[eggvlyn]

funny bug cobbler man who was voted to be Italian lol

[IMAGE ID: A scratchy digital drawing of a slender man made in ms paint. The text next to him is his name “Chiaro”. He is standing with one hand in his pocket while the other holds a green cigarette holder. He has a tan skin tone, black hair and dark green eyes. He has blunt bangs, four pigtails and his hair is shaved on the parted sections of his hairstyle. He's got many ear and facial piercings and various accessories in green and teal. His left arm has a tattoo of a bluebottle fly foot. His outfit consists of a white tank top with green and teal stripes on the sides, intensely frayed dark gray jeans that are unraveled to his knees, and black and teal platform boots with green laces that peak though the jean fray. END ID]

[peridots-pixiwolf]

oh boy I am memorizing Too Many Species Right Now!! Most of them are because I have bug characters

Here is all of the information I can gather directly from my mind right now:

(mentions of lots of arthropods and a cnidarian under the readmore!)

Sphecius convallis - the pacific cicada killer wasp, closely related to but not to be confused with the more well-known eastern cicada killer, in the same genus with the species name speciosus. It's a tannish-orange color with yellow and off white markings, primarily on its face and abdomen.

Parides montezuma - Montezuma's cattleheart, a black butterfly with bright red markings on the tips of its forewings and on its abdomen, grayish stripes also marking the latter.

Dynastes tityus - the eastern hercules beetle, one of the horned beetles in a dull greenish-yellow, with black freckles on the elytra, as well as a black elytral/prothoracal "margin", prothoracal horn and head. It has tan fur on the undersides of said horn, as well as thorax and abdomen. As with most (all?) horned beetles the horn is only present in males.

Apis mellifera - way too prevalent for me to forget ever, the western/european honeybee. This is the bee that is normally and widely domesticated for honey. It has a light brown head and thorax and (in workers) a yellowish and dark brown banded abdomen, and is one of the rare social species of bees. While western honeybee numbers are in fact decreasing, they aren't close to extinction and are competing with native bees, who ARE indeed endangered.

Polistes olivaceus - commonly referred to as the yellow paper wasp, yellow oriental paper wasp or Macao paper wasp. Yellow, with thin and numerous tan, brown or black bands all along its body.

Sphex pensylvanicus - the great black wasp, or great black digger wasp. It's pretty notable for being all-black with metallic, dark blue wings, and was probably first examined in Pensylvania, U.S. considering the species name but can be found in several places that are Not There in the country. I found a dead one on the side of the road and I put her in my house

Tachypompilus ferrugineus - The rusty spider wasp. It's one that preys on spiders (several? only one?), dragging it (them?) back to her nest to lay eggs on. I've already nerded out about this for a reason, because seeing a red wasp with metallic blue wings drag a wolf spider 2x her size across your front lawn into a hole of unknown depth is a memorable experience.

Polydrusus impressifrons - A weevil. It's sort of pale lime green, sparkling with yellows and darker greens in the elytra chitin, which notably to me is not smooth but rather has straight thin "valley"s carved through it from end to end? I'm sure there's a better word for it but I can't currently remember.

Pleurobrachia pileus - A jellyfish called a sea gooseberry along with the other member of its genus. ...It looks like a drop of water.

Myrmecocystus mexicanus - An ant in one of the genuses holding those known as honeypot ants, but it's not really said if the species itself is in fact one with modified honeypot workers, so I assume it probably isn't? Workers are a light golden-tan, with the head being a bit darker.

Cranjon cranjon - It's a thin light brown shrimp, that iirc is often caught for food. I just think the name is cool

Vespula maculifrons/germanica/vulgaris - three very similar-looking species of yellowjacket in the same genus, the former called the eastern yellowjacket and both the latter called european yellowjackets, though germanica is also called the german wasp while vulgaris is called the common wasp. They're basically what the average person thinks of when hearing the word wasp, with striking bands of black and yellow. They construct papery nests despite not being part of Polistes, and I can't exactly remember their differences currently? There's a tree in my area they were all swarming around about a week ago and I fed them italian ice before one was carried away and eaten mid-flight by a larger bald-faced hornet. Fun times.

I can't remember the scientific name of this one, but it is most commonly referred to as Avispa de caballo (Horse's wasp, not to be confused with horse guard wasp) and it bears close resemblance to cicada killers, due to them both being sand wasps.

Megaloblatta longipennis - one of, if not, the largest species of cockroach. I don't know why I remember this?

Lampyris noctiluca - a species of lampyrid beetle, of which is otherwise known as a firefly or lightning bug, or a glowworm for the larvae and the larviform adult females. The species is one of the most commonly seen fireflies, I believe?

Coenagrion puella - a damselfly species. The male imagos are blue, while the females are green or brown, and both have black abdominal bands and thoracic stripes. It's one of the species that folds its forelegs up near its head.

Strategus aloeus - the ox beetle. It's chestnut brown, with the males having one long forward-facing prothoracic horn and two smaller ones facing back. It doesn't have haired elytra like Pygopleurus, but the underside sure is fluffy!

And that's not even counting all the times I nerded out while writing this, like about how cockroaches are actually most related to termites and that taxon is the sister group of mantises, or how brush-footed butterflies (including monarchs!) do the same thing (as puella) with their reduced forelegs tucked up behind their head so they stand on fours, or how odonates have such large eyes and great vision that they catch their prey 90% of the time, being the most successful hunters, and can predict said prey's movement. Or counting the many nudibranchs I remember the appearances, but not the names, of in vivid detail

Anyway. Uh. Writing this felt way shorter than the time it took. Goodbye

[avspol]

UPDATE. MISTA BUG

IF BRUNO WAS A BUG WOULD HE BE CALLED BUGCCIARATI

[witchcraftforfools]

Tutorial #2: Ensnaring Spirits

Look, I’m not here to judge, sometimes it helps to have a bit of extra juice, and if they mind the minor inconvenience they’ll mostly wander away annoyed afterward.  If you’ve read the previous post and want to leech some of that malignant spirit’s energy, that’s easy enough.  Just include a small gap in the sealing sigil, just enough to drill a hole the same diameter of a stranded wire (10-16 gauge works well).  Strip about an inch of the end of a 18in piece, and insert into the hole until the bottom of the striped end is just above the salt, seal with an epoxy (JB weld makes a water proof epoxy) and carry out the steps.  Instead of disposing of or storing the trap, strip the wire (leaving a few inches still insulated where it meets the epoxy), and reshape the strand to hold a jar, an plate, a crystal, whatever you want to infuse with the negative energy.  

If you’d rather ensnare a spirit, there are options there, too.  I’m sure there are plenty of spells on the internet, but I’ve consistently had success with the following, which I learned from a kind Italian gentleman last year.  It’s a remarkably simple snare, easy enough for a beginner.  

You will need:

Stakes, or dowels, at least 3 but however many more for your enclosure.

Wire, solid (not braided, about 30ft)

A pyrographic tool 

A lure

Again, it’s a simple process.  On one side of the stakes, inscribe something welcoming; it could be a symbol of an open path, unlocked entry, or you could just write “welcome”.  On the other side, do the opposite; inscribe something to deny exit (again, you could just write “stay out”, because when you’re inside going out is coming in, and vice versa).  During the day, drive the stakes into the ground, with the welcome facing out, and wrap the wire around the stakes, traveling the parameter of the enclosure three times.  It helps to sing a song, something catchy, or Taylor Swift’s newest single, whatever you prefer.  Place the lure in the center of the snare; this could be anything that would entice the spirits you’re looking for.  If you’re doing this outside, I’d recommend against food due to animals and bugs, but the choice is up to you.  The first time I tried this I thought to bait the snare with fresh chicken’s blood from our dinner.  Well, all it attracted was bugs and made a mess for me to clean up.  I tried it the next day with a portion of that chicken paprikash, and a few hours later I had a very polite feller waiting for me to come back (all credit to my mother for her recipe).  You could also write a few charms on paper tags and hang those around the perimeter as well.  This is how the gentleman who showed me this technique did it, but I have been out of stock for a while now.  Regardless, the wire and denied entry inscriptions will keep the spirits there until either they become very annoyed, or the snare is broken.

Come back no more than a few days later, it’s impolite to leave spirits ensnared for any longer than you need.  Sho them away, convince them to stay, snag’em in traps, whatever.  Just try not to be an asshole.

As always, message me if you have any questions.

[freakyll]

Sun is shining (sun blocked by flower for safety).

Bumblebees are foraging.

This pigeon is foraging so hard, it didn't even mind people walking right past it.

Italian striped bugs (Graphosoma italicum) are procreating. Rare to find one without its butt attached to someone.

Like those two. But I bet at least one of them is trying.

Hornets are relentless - always on the prowl, barely stopping for a second. I was actually surprised this one stopped to rest and rub her face long enough for me to zoom in and snap a few shots.

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Enticing (4)

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David has told her multiple times to never scream within the apartment. It not only helps induce his headache, but it scares Henry. His house isn't a market. David looks over at her and shamefully smiles at her. He is beyond embarrassed.  He is oblivious to why she is here. David was supposed to meet her at the gala. 

"There you are!" Valeria McCoy smiles at the young billionaire who was bothered by her sudden arrival without an invitation. 

"What are you doing here?" He cuts right to the chase. When it came to Valeria, David always found himself in a mental battle. She is beautiful and is the type of woman you see in magazine covers, but that isn't enough for David. If it only came down to beauty, he would already be married. David wants a partner that keeps him on his toes. He wants someone who he can sit with for hours and talk non-stop. The young man is in search of someone that he can grow - intellectually. Valeria McCoy certainly isn't it. 

"I thought we could get ready together. I'll be more fun!" David is everything that Valeria has ever wished for and more. He is elegant, poised, and wealthy. He is the only man that she knows that can afford her type of lifestyle. The only person who has been able to keep up with the multiple shopping trips and her travels; has been her father. Mr. McCoy plans on retiring soon. He is ready to hand off the family business to one of his daughters. The one problem is that none of them are capable of sustaining the company.

Y/N's first thought is that the strange woman is Henry's mother as she quietly walks downstairs. She tries her best not to interrupt. 

"Oh! Thank God!" Valeria exhales in exasperation as soon as her eyes land on Y/N. "Here" She throws her long gown at her and attempts to hand her a bag that contains all her beauty products. "Please steam the dress and leave the bag at David's bathroom" Y/N stands back, surprised at the woman's behavior. She hands everything back to Valeria before continuing her way towards the kitchen. Y/N has a hungry crying baby upstairs, and she couldn't be wasting her time with someone like Valeria. Her attitude had instantly bugged her. 

"David! You have to get new maids around her" Valeria gasps outraged by the behavior of the mysterious woman. 

"She is Henry's new nanny. She isn't a maid" David instantly hears Y/N's laugh coming from the kitchen. David joins her at laughing. Valeria purges her lips at the young man. She is not amused and wished that David wasn't either. It felt like they were both ganging up on her. 

Y/N continues to prepare Henry's bottle in the kitchen. She can hear their conversation but tries her best not to. By the tone and the way that David keeps talking to Valeria, Y/N can sense that they aren't married or dating. David's tone is harsh and stern as he addresses her. When the bottle is ready, she heads back the same way she had previously entered. 

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable getting ready at your house?" David watches Y/N scramble back up. He follows her with his gaze until she disappears into Henry's room. 

"David! Are you checking out the damn nanny?" She stumps her foot on the ground. Valeria couldn't believe how evident he had been. 

"I wasn't!" He was. David wasn't going to admit it. He knew that it would lead to a fight. Valeria humphs and leads the way to his bedroom. She expects him to follow her, but he diverts before she can catch him. "I am sorry about that, Ms. Y/L/N" He still couldn't figure it out, but there is something of Y/N that captivates him. 

She sits on the feeding chair with Henry pressed against her chest. He is half asleep and almost ready for another quick nap. She kisses the gentle kiss of his forehead before looking up at her boss. 

"There is no need for you to apologize, Mr. Dobrik. Everyone is responsible for their own actions" David reaches up and touches his own lips. He slightly tugs and pulls on his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger.  It's a habit of his; it helps him think. 

The action doesn't go unperceived by Y/N. It was a simple act, but enough to ignite something with her. Her cheeks flush, when his eyes catch her watching his lips. If Henry wasn't on her arms, she would have bolted out of the room. "Ms. McCoy and I will be leaving in a few hours. We'll be back later. I just thought I should let you know" He stands up straight and fixes his posture. "No problem. Have a lovely evening" Y/N flashes him a lovely smile before he departs then proceeds to feed Henry.

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The room at the Metropolitan Museum of Art captivates the elegance and the splendor that the Manhattan elite emits. All of the attendees dress in head to toe in designer clothes. They all huddle up in small groups around the dance floor, gossiping about others and commenting on their appearance. The waiters stroll around carrying their drinks, tending to their absurd needs. 

"Tell me, how's business?" Michael Aldridge is one of David's oldest friends. His family is old money, and they own one of the biggest companies of oil in the world. 

"Thriving" David's answer is short, but Jonathan didn't expect anything less of him. He doesn't like to share details about his company, especially when he isn't at the office. David Dobrik has always kept a distinct separation between his private life and work.  

"How is the little man?" Alessandro Borghese attended college with David. At one point, they were even roommates. Alessandro is part of a noble and papal family in Italy. Their family focuses on fashion. Alessandro spends most of the year in a jet, traveling from continent to continent. 

"He is at home with the new nanny" David takes a sip from his whiskey. The two wealthy men had no idea that he found the new nanny attractive. They think that she is just like the last. David decides not to share anything else. He honestly just wants to go back home and get some much-needed sleep. 

"I need a girlfriend man" Michael used to be engaged to another heir of an old-money family. He honestly didn't care how much money her family had. He genuinely liked the woman. Unfortunately, things didn't work out because he caught her cheating. Michael had decided to come home early from a business trip and had found her with him. 

"I'll get you a beautiful girlfriend" David and Alessandro took care of everything after Michael broke up the engagement. They made sure everything was canceled, and that Michael got refunded.  

"I don't want a model" The Italian frowns and tucks his phone away. "I just want someone to love me for who I am" David understands the feeling and hopes for the same every day. 

"We'll find you someone" David reassures his friend as he looks around the room. 

"What are you talking about? You are just as fucked up like me" Michael jokes before taking another sip from the alcoholic beverage. 

"What about Valeria?" Alessandro asks, knitting his eyebrows. Michael and David roll their eyes at their friend and release a loud exhale. 

"She sucks. She is no bueno for David" The three-man continue to talk most of the night. Alessandro and Michael make sure to keep David away from Valeria. Her only intention was to parade David and show him off to the other ladies.

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"Can I please stay over?" Valeria asks David as they walk into his penthouse. It's around midnight, and David feels exhausted. He just wants to take a shower, and get in bed. 

"I have an early day tomorrow, Valeria" David walks into the house.  He notices a few lights in the apartment on. He thinks that Y/N has probably kept them on for her comfort. "Plus, Daniel is already downstairs waiting for you". 

"Please, Davey! I promise I'll be nice" She purrs while pulling on his tie. 

"I said no Valeria" He still can't believe that she has managed to get drunk in a charity gala. David might be ready to wish her a farewell and never contact her ever again.

"Why are you always such a dick, huh?" She is now angry at him and still very drunk. "You keep pushing me away! I love you!" She exclaims loudly, "I want the entire world to know! I love David Dobrik and I want to become his wife!" She is yelling and David just wants to quick her out of his apartment. He just needs to find a way to do so. He reaches into his pants to pull out his phone, but before he can call Daniel, he hears a door shutting close-- upstairs.

Y/N had an incredibly long evening with Henry since she has been attempting to correct his schedule. She had finally settled him down right before Valeria had started screaming for the second time today.  Y/N waits a few minutes in Henry's nursery just in case he wakes up, but thankfully he doesn't. She grabs the baby monitor before carefully slipping out of the room. 

Y/N is angry and she feels her blood boiling as she walks down the hall towards the staircase. David instantly sees her in the distance as she angrily walks down. She is wearing a striped pajama and some socks. Her hair is down, cascading down her shoulders and that's when David realizes that he likes when she keeps her hair down. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" She whispers as she steps off the last step of the staircase. Valeria turns around and faces the angry nanny. "There is a fucking baby sleeping upstairs! " Y/N shoves the baby monitor into her face. "He is three months old! He needs to sleep. You yelling around this fucking house like a madwoman doesn't help! Mr. Dobrik already asked you to leave and now I am too! Get out!" Y/N manages to whisper/yell this at her. 

"This isn't your house bitch" Valeria hiccups, "Are you going to allow her to talk to me like this Davey?" She pokes at David's chest. That is the last strand for Y/N before she loses it. She couldn't believe that this woman had the nerve to poke him! 

"Get out!" Y/N says again, "Get out!" she repeats as she pushes her closer to the entrance of the house. "Bye!" It's the last thing that Y/N manages to say before closing the front door of the house. 

David just stands back and waits for the young nanny to say something. He honestly had no idea that she had it in her. It had also been too entertaining for him to watch her. She is tiny but powerful. 

Y/N sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. She leans against the front door of the house. She is exhausted and just wants to get in bed before Henry wakes up in a few more hours for another feeding. 

"I am so sorry, Mr. Dobrik. I know that I shouldn't have gotten involved. It's just that Henry needs his sleep and she kept almost waking him up!" She stares down at her feet, feeling ashamed that she had acted that way. It felt right at the time, but David could take care of his own problems. 

"Ms. Y/L/N. Look at me" He demands as he stares at the young nanny. He knows that she is probably feeling shitty and embarrassed from snapping at Valeria. She keeps her head down, finding her feet very interesting at the time. Y/N knows what's coming and she knows that David is probably going to fire her. Her eyes begin to water and she feels like bursting into tears.

David does the unimaginable in his book. He reaches out and the tips of his fingers come in contact with her delicate skin. He touches her... 

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Music List # 4

Mood: Romantic Pairings (Non-platonic)

(Click on Song Titles for links!)

(Other music lists HERE!)

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BelLiet: You’re so Creepy - Ghost Town

DenNor: Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

FrUK: I Think I’m in Love - Kat Dahlia

GerIta: Buona Sera - Dean Martin

LietPol: Sinners - Lauren Aquilina

PruCan: Little Ghost - White Stripes

PruHun: Love Me Dead - Ludo

PrUK: Gorgeous Nightmare - Escape the Fate

RoChu: Killer - Valerie Broussard

RusAme: Baby’s a Red - House of Heroes

RusCan: Hold On Forever - Rob Thomas

RuPru: Sarcasm - Get Scared

Spamano: Jump in the Line - Harry Belafonte

SuFin: Oh, Miss Believer - Twenty One Pilots

USUK: Wonderland - Natalia Kills

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Rambles, Reasons, and Rhymes

(Put under cut for sake of interest!)

You’re so Creepy - Hey, maybe Lithuania has a thing for spooky girls, but if he keeps bugging them, then don't be surprised if you get your fingers broken, buddy. Bela’s totally supernatural though, I wouldn’t deny it. Original music video HERE, perfect for Halloween, but uh, true to it’s name, it’s a bit creepy! 

Fairytale - I may or may not have gotten this idea from a Hetalia MMD that had Norway playing the violin. Oops. It was between Fairytale, or Europe’s Skies. I went with Fairytale because the tone of the song is for a more familiar approach of two people that had a past together...and also title fits for a magical man.

I Think I’m in Love - Ha-ha, imagine living for a thousand years, fighting on and off with your old friend/nemesis, the familiarity, the long-running jokes, the teasing—you realize you’re in love with them after the entire time, ha-ha—wouldn’t that be messed up or what.

Buona Sera - Yo, old Italian music is MY JAM. GOD DAMN. This one’s sweet and romantic and folky and just screams (without actually screaming) GerIta. 

Sinners - Under religious scrutiny, the singer does not care that the world disproves; what is supposedly wrong feels right, and they are happy with it. If that isn’t LietPol with them having one another while the world has their weapons primed after them, then I don’t know what is.

Little Ghost - Going off the age-old gag that Canada’s a ghost...

Love Me Dead - Oh, you know, typical “You’re hideous...but sexy! I hate you, but love you!” kind of thing...

Gorgeous Nightmare - Some kind of heavy, fast and feely ‘romance.’ I get punk vibes and PrUK is punk by one letter away...

Killer - Think of this; big, buff, scary Russian man. Now think of a seemingly less buff, not-so big guy next to him. Who’s the more threatening one? The answer may surprise you! It’s both, silly!

Baby’s a Red - This is a bit long withstanding, but thanks a thousand to @baby-morrison for the song suggestion! I knew from the first few lines that this song was 200% RusAme. 

Hold On Forever - Cozy, wrapped up in the thickest of sweaters and snuggling, that’s RusCan, baby! It makes an easy recipe.

Sarcasm - Sour, scathing, sneering, maybe not the sweetest, but words manage to get across.

Jump in the Line - It’s jazzy, upbeat and fast, gushing about a spunky lady dancing like a boss, come on.

Oh, Miss Believer - Fleeting and gentle, walking through the snow on a cold night as the flakes fall fast upon their heads, all with a twinge of aching. SuFin.

Wonderland - I like to think this is sung from Alfred’s POV...not caring too much about fairytales and stories...just the man that they come from. :)

[r4bbitdragon]

decade has an italian striped bug face. i agree hes a shapeshifter who could be any number of [animal]boy energies but he does have bugboy cred

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Dating Disney: Prince Phillip

So, I’m a writer. A fantasy writer. And I happen to also be a certified medievalist. Then I got to thinking, a whole lot of people have talked about what the Disney princesses would be wearing and look like, but nobody’s really given the Disney princes or heroes the same love. So, I thought I’d take a look at the time period, culture, and costumes of the Disney men (and later women) to determine how appropriate or inappropriate their costume is for the era. Now in full earnest, I am not a fashion historian although I wish I was that sounds like such a fun job. This is just what I could find doing some online research. And I’m starting with Prince Phillip instead of Prince Florian because Phillip has always been my favorite prince and I only realized why he was when I figured out I was gay and crushing big time on that cute prince so we’re starting with him.

Character: Prince Phillip Movie: Sleeping Beauty (1959) Setting: Tuscany, Italy / Holy Roman Empire Year/Era: ~1350, Early Italian Renaissance (14th Century)

Many people erroneously place this movie in England, Germany, or France, which is understandable. Disney Wiki lists the movie as being in England, the Sleeping Beauty Castle is based on Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany, and the bulk of the story is a combination of the French Perrault version and the German Grimm version, albeit decisively leaning more Grimm, unlike Cinderella that leans more Perrault. However when the characters of this film are photoshopped next to other Disney characters, they tend to look slightly darker and tanner, hinting at a more Mediterranean location, although they could very well be living along the Cote d’Azure in France. However, what ultimately places this movie in Italy is surprisingly the pieces of Phillip’s costume. While researching this, I found that parts of his costume were almost exclusive to Italy, appearing only otherwise in France. With this time period we can also gather a general idea of the condition of their world. In the 1350s, Italy was not an independent country and was part of the Holy Roman Empire. However, because the Alps separated Italy from the rest of the empire, Italy had a lot more free reign to hand power over to local kings and high ranking noblemen who would in turn be loyal to the holy roman emperor, as an emperor would still outrank a king. Thus it’s still possible to have kingdoms inside of an empire. Of course, I am an expert on neither the 14th Century nor the Holy Roman Empire, so this is more of an educated guess.

Outer Layer: The Cap, Cloak, and Boots

I was genuinely surprised by how easily I found Phillip’s cap. It’s called a bycocket, and was a gender neutral hat worn by royal and noble men and women starting in the 13th century, and often decorated with feathers. So not only is the hat era appropriate, it’s also appropriate for his station and status. The cloak would certainly show wealth. However, considering that he is out riding and is not attempting to show off his wealth, the long cloak would be to his disadvantage. Cloaks would be worn to combat the cold or the weather, and the movie gives us no indication he needs to worry about either, so he’s just wearing it to look cool. Finally, his long leather boots I initially wrote off as fantasy writing because I wasn’t finding any boots that looked like his until I found art from the medieval period with boots that match his own, although dating the artwork is difficult. This may have been an outlier in design, as many more of the boots from this era that I saw had lacing going up the sides to adjust the fit, but plain leather boots did appear to exist in the very approximated time frame. Funny enough, when he loses these three types of garments after falling in the river, he is effectively wearing commoner clothes. Without the tall fine leather boots, excessively long riding cloak, and royal bycocket hat, the rest of his appearance can easily pass for a commoner, which is what Aurora mistakenly believes him to be.

The Lower Layers: Shirt, Tights, and Shoes

The trickiest part of Phillip’s costume was the gray part of his top because my initial instinct was to call it a tunic, but tunics tend to reach closer to the knee outside of renaissance fairs. The neckline in particular bugged me as it seemed to situate itself more on his shoulders and swoop down around the neck as if the piece was more ornamental. Then while looking for images, I found it. A giornea, a piece of clothing worn over the lower layers and found exclusively in Italy or France (where it’s called a Journade) It’s a type of tunic, but with the sides missing. In fact, in certain images (like above) there’s even a line visible under the sleeve on the giornea that shows where Phillip’s giornea doesn’t close all the way and is therefore held together by a belt. Unfortunately this line stops at the belt, and if it’s really two sides of a garment held together like the reference pic, there should be a “through line” from below the sleeve all the way down to the end of the “skirt” of the giornea. I’m afraid if there is a name for Phillip’s shoes, I failed to find one. These are effectively “indoor shoes” worn inside of Phillip’s riding boots or changed into when he took the other boots off. Socks hadn’t been invented yet, so these shoes that were probably treated to be softer, and were designed for walking around on smoother interior surfaces. And his shirt is just well... a shirt. Just because it’s not a modern garment doesn’t mean it has to have an odd name. It’s just a black long-sleeve shirt with a high collar.

Outfit Two: Royal attire

The only real noteworthy part of Phillip’s second costume is the doublet he wears, which is a long-sleeved coat worn over the shirt and often worn by nobility and royalty. However, there’s a major problem with Phillip’s doublet. The sleeves designed with the slits in them is called a Paned Sleeve, which was invented in the 16th century, 200 years after this movie is set. Now, it’s possible that the poofs on Phillip’s doublet are deliberately designed with stripes and are not in fact a Paned Sleeve, but it is the most historically inaccurate part of Phillip’s wardrobe. While yes, a doublet existed in the 14th century, the one worn by Phillip would be far more at home in the 17th century.

The Verdict

He truly seems to be dressed for his proper era and Disney clearly did their research while applying some design choices of their own. There’s only a few small issues with his giornea, since it fits over his neck and should be two separate sides held together, but the “skirt” of his top shows no seams that would indicate a further divide in his giornea. While one could argue he’s dressed below his station, Phillip was probably out for a leisurely horse ride or might have even been hunting. Doesn’t matter how rich you are, you probably wouldn’t work out in an expensive tailored suit. He’s wearing less expensive clothes because he doesn’t need to look princely, he just needs to dress practically. And that works. The second outfit however needs to ditch the poofy sleeves, or at least make them one solid piece of cloth to save them from being unfashionable for his era. Still, I was not expecting Phillip’s outfit to be so era appropriate, and Phillip passed with flying colors. Phillip for the most part is dressed like he’s from the 14th century, just with a slightly more modern update to some parts. Collectively, I’d give him an A-. The doublet is a problem, but it’s not what he’s wearing for most of the movie, so I can let it slide as them wanting to make him look more “fancy”.

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[Updated 7-3] Spring and Summer at Spier & Mackay

Spier & Mackay is putting some early spring arrivals up for sale or pre-order (meaning you pay now and put your name on the list for delivery as soon as it’s available—usually within a couple weeks).

I’ll keep this post up to date with their latest as they come in. [Note: Since Spier & Mackay updated their site, most of my links broke; I’ve fixed most of them on this page though a few products still need updating.]

UPDATED 7/28/20: Take an extra 25% off sale items with code SALE25.

There have been a few sweet new arrivals—a couple of which are exempt from the sale—that I didn’t feature but I’m sure you’ve noticed if you follow Spier & Mackay.

Chocolate brown linen suit. I have a raw silk chocolate summer suit and it’s a really nice alternative to those more orange tobacco suits that are popular, as well as the lighter tans and creams that work well. I 100% would buy this if it weren’t for my silk suit, and even still am tempted because I love how linen ages.

Emerald green linen suit. Not a staple color by any means but if you’re like me and just like cool clothes, that’s totally OK.

Navy “mocklino” sportcoat. This is a glorious wool fabric with lots of texture that comes from its super open-weave. It’s basically hopsack on steroids, and the end result is a breathable cloth.

    [UPDATED 5/13/20: 25% off sport coats except linen ones with code BLAZER25 until 5/14 at midnight. All jackets linked here.]

[NEW 4/24/20] Two great things listed today at Spier & Mackay.

First are cotton-linen trousers, which I recommend heartily. All the colors are great, I’d start with cream or off-white and light brown; then the faded navy looks nice for the next pair I’d get.

Second are linen jackets. In particular, this navy linen double breasted blazer holds great appeal. The lapel shape and collar look basically perfect, in my opinion. I wish it had 6 buttons, instead of only 4. But that’s a personal thing, and might not bug you. Frankly, for the price, it’s something I’m tempted by since it’d be my third navy double breasted blazer.

  Also of note are some sportcoats: a tan sportcoat in a wool-cotton-linen blend, and a mid-brown one as well. Both have some great texture that’s not too out there but also a little extra. A non-Neapolitan-cut jacket in mid-brown also holds appeal as a go-to summer brown jacket. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if I were just now building my wardrobe from nothing, there are easily 3-5 Spier & Mackay things every single season that would be insta-buys for me.

[NEW 4/17/20] Catching up with all the new arrivals since my last update, Spier’s added a few gems I’d totally buy if I were building my wardrobe anew:

Navy double breasted suit

Light blue reverse stripe OCBD (I linked this elsewhere but included it here for good measure)

White lightweight OCBD (the lightweight nature of it is a little overstated; this works year round)

University stripe lightweight OCBD

Sky blue fine twill shirt with big, sexy Italian collar (Twill’s not my favorite but it’s soft and if you like it, the collar on this is sweet).

[UPDATE 3/20/20] Spier is running a promotion on sport coats and trousers at 20% off with code SALE20.

[NEW 3/5/20]

MOAR great new arrivals at Spier today. First up, some beautiful and excellently priced washed denim shirts. Light wash in a spread collar, button-down collar and amazing-looking Italian button-down collar. Also in a darker wash denim (in the same collar options of button down, Italian button-down and spread).

And after that, we’ve got a couple new Neapolitan jackets. First a navy hopsack in a wool/silk/linen/cashmere E. Thomas fabric (looks like a really nice texture in a nice chalky, subdued, less-saturated navy color) and an E.Thomas gun club with beautiful blue over check.

[NEW 2/28/20]

Well, I’ll be: here’s a perfect mid-brown 100% linen glen plaid sportcoat in the Neapolitan cut. This one is strong in the Force, people. Paired just like they do, with a denim shirt and off-white cotton-linen trousers, you’ve got yourself an ideal summer jacket.

Also scope out the short sleeve polos in spread collar and button-down collar configurations. Long-sleeve ones layer better under a jacket but short-sleeve polos are of course summer staples in the hot weather. Can’t go wrong with navy, white and mid blue.

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