#kilt bros

[accecakes]

They deserve a little time off :"")

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

stu in edinburgh, 2024 europe tour. pencil and ballpoint pen on paper.

[m0e-ru]

What do you think is the one thing adachi hates the most about the protagonist?

I mean, it’s quite clearly shown (even moreso in Golden and installments after that) that Adachi’s really frustrated with bancho with how he sees each other as one and the same, yet so different at the same time. Well, how they ended up differently despite working on similar foundation.

more under cut bcoz guess who wrote an analysis !!! and the suggestion box is still open feel free to add more complaints and asks and call up our landline for nonsense i will gratefully listen to

Let me get this straight, Adachi would not have hated bancho or cared at all about him if not for how they’re associated with one another. For bancho, it kind of sucks that someone is one sidedly beefing so hard with you, for the sole reason you ended up in a better place compared to that one guy. Adachi’s hatred and frustrations were all a matter of coincidence, which makes you feel bad for bancho when he does get this treatment from Adachi (albeit Adachi’s reasonable enough not to say it out loud, but his inner monologue teems with a sort of envy for this poor boy, and how it slips out in his actions and tone sometimes in a passive aggressive manner.)

Despite all that, Adachi still cares about bancho as a senior of sorts; a man who’s older. Bringing back the idea that he thinks of bancho as a different reflection of himself, Adachi just wants to set bancho on the right path, even if it means making Adachi himself look bad.

Adachi’s just been projecting on bancho the whole time. When we take the manga’s bancho, Souji, we can see more clearly how Souji was also much more similar to Adachi in some ways.

Souji distanced himself from others. This doesn’t stem from any digust from other people, but rather, he does it in consideration of the other party. He’s going to transfer out of schools soon, and he’s had experiences of disappointing people he made friends with because their bond couldn’t mature. Thus, Souji has grown an antisocial behavior to keep people at bay, at the expense of his own growth and happiness he could’ve had if he stayed with these people.

Adachi can see Souji’s growth from the fact they “grew up together”, in a sense. They both started living in Inaba at the same period of time, are associated with the same handful of people, and started off at the start of the same path (in a way).

Adachi’s older, clearly, so his beliefs and instincts have been honed and cemented in place, compared to someone as young as Souji.

Speaking of coincidences, Sdachi’s just sick of the same people’s treatment towards Souji compared to himself as time went on. Dojima might see Adachi as an incompetent subordinate, but still takes good care of and praises Souji. Nanako could’ve trusted Adachi more as a secondary responsible adult figure next to her dad, but she clings onto Souji more as he comes around.

Adachi was so lonely and dwelled on the more negative things in his life, rather than taking the time to think about how nice it is without the pessimism or even backhanded compliments he makes about Inaba. He doesn’t see or remember how Dojima also does care about him and praises him genuinely on the occassion, being clouded by all the yelling and hitting on the head. Adachi forgets Nanako was grateful for his help with her homework, and how he even does his best to cheer her up when looks down (especially when it’s his fault lol)

But with bancho, he’s just sick of him. He’s too busy putting a mirror frame inbetween them, self-projecting, and hating how well off bancho’s going on with his life.

“Why couldn’t that be me?” he could ask himself. He finds himself in twisted ecastacy in the accomplice ending, for the reason that he’s crashing down with bancho himself. Adachi can now see the boy rot the same way he did, and things will be as they’re supposed to be: They’re one and the same, after all.

All these things happening to bancho was because of his efforts to open himself up to people, and remember that he’s loved and does his best to reciprocate.

It’s unfortunate for Adachi because hes a whole decade older than bancho and we only see him getting a similar treatment, a chance to foster bonds and friendships, so much later. He can’t adapt to it as quickly as bancho did, because of the status of himself, and the status of the environment around him.

As such, Adachi’s character and place in the story well defines the themes of bonds overall. Humans are social creatures, it’s truly impossible to be alone. We see these two different outcomes in bancho and Adachi. If you let yourself open up and have the sun shine on your face, the world can seem brighter and you’ll be happier with people you love and who love you. Or, you can continue to hide in the dark and decay, to the point you’ve rotted so much you believe you can’t even go outside, despite all the hands that reach out to you you’re too scared to take. Thus, you shun them and hide deeper into the dark if anything else goes wrong.

Personally, growing up and maturing myself, you just feel bad for Adachi. Back then, i couldnt understand bancho’s immense well of patience and kindness and consideration for others, that he even included Adachi. Only to realize i was in Adachi’s place the whole time. To see a man so utterly depressed, and how he’s done nothing about it and just let himself get all moldy inside. But you have to cut him some slack, because there most likely weren’t any angels around him with that same well of patience and kindness as someone like bancho, someone he met much later in life.

And, how at the time, consultation and/or medication at the time was stigmatized—and the state of the time he was born and grew up in.

im not sure if it’s an honor to say that god chose him to be its prophet and usher in the New World. To see him as an avatar or representative of the people that feel the same, or understand the fact that a majority of the people of Inaba share a collective belief in this manner.

[anglophile-alfred]

I'm obligated to post these two photos as inspiration for Hetalia fan artists:

[roughridingrednecks]

Tom and Luke Stoltman, the World's strongest Brothers

[lecliss]

Staring at Galian Beast in the enemy intel and noticing he's got belt thigh straps like he's some fuckin hoyoverse character

[yeetus-feetus]

me: *telling my friend about how much I love men in skirts, basically frothing at the mouth*

She: it's your Scottish blood bro. Skirts are just prettier kilts bro.

Me: ur so right. Someone needs to draw Jason Todd in a kilt.

[pigeon-wizard]

stumbles out of search tab 'cute skirts for men' bloody and bruised and sobbing

[goatedgreen]

looking up masculine skirt styling guides and a lot of it seems to rely on already having a boxy frame/ body type to begin with aauuhh

[trickycactus]

when the weathers nice so u leave ur windows open at night. but then something walks through the leaves outside until it stops right outside the window. so u just shut the window and dont worry about it.

[cuntneyhan]

i’m on the finale of season 5….

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 1 ] || [ Chapter 3 ]

Pairing: Soap x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1K~ cw: a bit of dirty talking/innuendos Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

Chapter 2: Johnny

“Oh, hello…” You remarked to yourself as your eyes locked into a stunning pair of blue eyes on your screen, stopping your mindless right-swipping. “...Johnny.”

“You’re 29… A soldier… Scottish… Are you friends with Kyle?” You mused playfully. “Let me guess, you’re a gym bro, aren’t you?” You asked sarcastically as you tapped your finger on the right side, skipping through his pictures. The first one immediately after was him lifting while wearing a weightlifting belt. “Yup… Mandatory gym pic.”

Chuckling to yourself, you snap a screenshot of his profile to the girls as well, sending it quick.

leah: @/mia Whatever good energy you sent its working. second hot guy in the last 5 minutes! mia: i lit a CANDLE for this!!!!! leah: there weren’t any handsome guys like this when i was on tinder?! 😫 UNFAIR. 🙄 you: blow it out then cause this is the 3rd actually. leah: 3rd??? Where’s number 2??? you: didn’t think to snap a screenshot. hasn’t matched me back yet. mia: has he posted a shirtless pic? you: kyle did and this one idk but probably. need to check. leah: Don’t forget to send it over.🥴

Shaking your head and laughing in amusement, you went back to Tinder, checking on ‘Johnny’. The mandatory gym pic was there… a couple of them in fact! And then the mandatory shirtless selfie. Or rather… The mandatory shirtless SELFIES. Plural.

Three of them… The first one was him just straight up wearing just a towel… And the next was him in a kilt… And the next was him with a button-up very much so unbuttoned. 

“Oh, my, Johnny-John-John… You sure know how to woo a bird…” You joked to yourself.

You dragged your finger down to check his bio and immediately frowned. “Of course…” You trailed off with a disappointed frown as you snuck another spring roll into your mouth.

He might be stupidly attractive, but his personality… Gosh, he doesn’t know how to sell himself. Boring, boring, boring. “I work out and like video games!” You quipped mockingly and scoffed a bit.

“Artist.” You remarked when you reached the last of his profile’s tags, spotting that word in the hobby section. “An artist? You?” You asked your phone screen as if Johnny would come alive in it and answer you. 

You’d admit, him calling himself an artist was intriguing enough, but normally that wouldn’t be enough to make you Swipe Right on him… But you’re not under normal circumstances. You promised your friends you’d Swipe Right on everyone so…

Your phone almost dropped out of your hand as soon as the ‘It’s a Match’ screen showed. “Of course… He’s probably swiping right on everyone as well…” Rolling your eyes, you go to click off the screen but accidentally enter DMs.

Johnny: ye have any scottish in you? you: not that i know of. Johnny: would ye like to? 🫦 Johnny: wait. wdym not that ye know of??? Johnny: i was trying to be filthy and now got me curious bonnie

“Fuckin’ hell…” You said as you set down your phone and covered your face before breaking into a fit of giggles.

The fact you had accidentally ruined his pick-up line and succeeded in stumping him got you very, very amused. Okay, maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as boring as you thought.

you: story for another time. you: i walked right into that one tho. good job. Johnny: no ye cant do that Johnny: gotta tell me all about it now you: i mean werent scottish people everywhere in the uk at one point? you: i might be 1/370232103484320th scottish. Johnny: would ye like some MORE scottish in ye then? 🫦 you: solid attempt again. you: if you keep trying you might just get there. Johnny: i intend to dont worry you: soooo… Johnny: so? you: were you wearing underwear under the kilt? Johnny: no Johnny: why want a peek? 😏 you: i’m good you: so ur an artist? Johnny: i am Johnny: ur fast at typing fuck you: what kind? you: keep up then! Johnny: drawing Johnny: im trying 🥴 you: can i see some? Johnny: hanging with my mates difficult to text fast 😤 Johnny: idk if ull be in the mood to see anything after im done with ye you: why? 🤨 Johnny: might be too tired and need to be cuddled to sleep 😏 you: oh fuck off. Johnny: u just cursed me out Johnny: i think m in love 😫 Johnny: gonna tell my mates i just met my spouse 🥴🥴 you: don’t give them any ideas. you: haven’t even agreed to meet up with you. you: haven’t been invited in the first place. Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏

Your eyes widened at his enthusiasm and persistence. Okay, he was definitely not boring… It was actually kind of endearing and funny!

you: jc r u copypasting that? Johnny: yes Johnny: are ye going to or not you: can i get back to you on that? Johnny: ill wait for ye you: sure you do that johnny Johnny: ow the sarcasm burns

Concealing a chuckle, you clicked off the DMs page for the second time tonight… but, this time, you closed the app and focused on eating dinner.

Sure, this whole dating app thing was stupid, but at least you were enjoying yourself. 

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[oscar-isaacx]

One of my pet peeves is when people keep calling Oscar's skirts, a kilt.

It's a skirt it's a skirt it's a skirt.

Oscar likes to wear a skirt sometimes and theres absolutely nothing wrong or negative about that.

He clearly doesn't think negatively or feel ashamed about it in any way and nor should he, he's so handsome in them, skirts look good on him. It doesn't take away from his masculinity in any way, whatsoever.

It's clothes man, people should wear whatever they want & express themselves in whatever way they want.

Like look at this and tell me he isn't the most handsome, most beautiful 😍

ALSO Elvira seems to be totally into her man wearing a skirt. Bro is winning all round.😎😏

[roughridingrednecks]

World's Strongest Brothers, the Stoltmans

[jammiesjars]

omggg I love your story, can I request some more soap smut?? Where reader is a brat to soap

Anon, YOU GET ME BRO. YOU GET ME. (Original Post)

Warnings: Spanking, Dacryphilia if you squint, fingering, punishment, Dom!Soap, Sub!Reader, This man is a MENACE, lowkey a drabble so very short!!

Johnny doesn’t seem to… appreciate your lack of appetite.

Johnny's return from battle is something to celebrate, especially when he rides in carrying the heads from a band of thieves that terrorized the village for decades.

So when he's got his pretty little wife, sat in his lap, at the dinner table simply refusing to eat, he can't say he's happy.

"Johnny, seriously. I'm not hungry." You'd mumble, pushing the plate away once again. You're being honest; you're not. But to Soap? His poor wife is going to wither away in his arms and he won't let that happen. "And I'll tell ye again, M'eudail. Yer goin' to eat whether I feed ye or you be a good girl and do it yerself." He croons, his head resting on your shoulder. He reaches an arm out that was previously wrapped around your waist and drags the plate back over. "So which one is it, Lovie?"

That earns a groan from you. "Love, n-" Your protest is cut off by a chunk of meat being shoved into your mouth. Soap cradles the back of your head, the other hand keeping you from spitting the food out.

"Chew."

Christ, that tone. It stirs something warm in you, yet leaves no room for arguement. Demanding and harsh. You shake your head, a part of you wanting to piss him off and see just how far he'll take your out-of-line behaviour. Soaps eyes narrow at that shake of your head; its so unlike you to have to be told twice.

"Pushin' me buttons all damn night, Lassie. You tryin' to be a brat?" Soap asks, tilting your head back which forces you to swallow. "I come back from a month at battle, to a misbehaving wifey, aye? Do I have to keep an eye on you since you want to act so out of line?" His gaze is harsh, and you know you've done it now. He grabs another piece of meat off the plate in front of him.

"Open, woman. Dont make me ask again." He presses the chunk of meat to your lips, to which you reluctantly open. Soap tuts at your obvious disdain. "Last fuckin' chance, Lassie. Chew and swallow, or i'll do it for ye and drag you upstairs to be delt with." His gaze is trained on you; like a stalking predator.

and yet, you defy him again with a simple shake of your head.

He stands up, making you yelp as he slings you over his shoulder. "Swallow what's in yer mouth before we get upstairs, ye brat." He'd scowl, carrying you shamelessly out of the feast with a puffed chest. You swallow.

Soap unceremoniously sets you down, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He pats one of his muscular thighs, barely covered by his kilt and corded in thick muscle. "C'mere lass." He orders, which has you scrambling to sit on his lap.

He stops you just as you sit down, tutting. 'Nae, lass. bend over my lap."

Suddenly, your attitudes gone. "Johnny, wait-"

"No, no, Lass. Ye wanna give me attitude? Atleast keep it up. Over my lap, now." He pats his thigh again. On shaky legs, you move yourself to bend over his lap. Soap hikes your skirts up over your hips, alongside yanking down the undergarments that thinly covered the rest of you. His hand glides over the supple skin of your ass.

"Ye know what's coming next, don't ye?" He clicks his tongue, his palm coming down and connecting with the flesh of your ass with a loud smack. Your body jolts forward and you dig your nails into his thigh for some feeble stability. He strikes again, hard enough for a slight sting to remain that he does nothing to soothe. "Apologise now and I might go easy on ye." He taunts, smacking you again.

"Mm- I'm sorry-" You're cut off by your own yelp when he strikes again, tears in your lower lash line. "I'm sorry Johnny!" You sniffle, pouting.

That pulls a mean scoff from Soap. "Pouting now, aren't ye? Tryna make me feel bad by callin' me Johnny in that sweet voice, huh?" He smacks again; harder. You whimper, a tear sliding down your cheek.

Soap groans at your sniffle, his hand resting against your ass, rubbing soothing circles.

"...Christ, Lass. Don't cry." Soap grunts, roughly pulling you up to straddle his lap. Calloused hands cup your cheeks as he wipes your tears. "Fuckin' gorgeous when ye cry, love." Soap coos, keeping your skirts hiked up around your hips as he does the same to his kilt. "Ye want me cock, birdie? Ye want to feel good?"

You pitifully nod, tears still trickling. "Please."

"Should've thought about tha' before you started actin' like a brat, then." Soap gives a nasty grin, parting his thighs for enough of a gap to press thick fingers up against your weeping cunt; gliding in with ease.

A pitiful moan passes your lips, ellicting a chuckle from Soap.

“Such a dirty lil slag, ain’t ye?” He coos meanly, leaving you to cling to his broad shoulders for any form of stability.

Despite his degrading words that make you pout and ass still stinging from his rough treatment, your cunt squelches with every harsh thrust of his fingers.

“To- Too much-“ you mindlessly babble, body trembling under his brutal ministrations.

“Ah ah ah, my pretty birdie wanted ta’ feel good, didn’t she?” He coos, scottish brogue heavy with lust. “Knew she was gonna get punished and kept testin’ me.”

“Please-“ you choke out, mind going hazy as your release is approaching quickly.

Then suddenly, nothing. Soap has pulled his fingers from you, chuckling so cruelly at the pitiful sob that passes your lips.

“Went easy on yer spankin’. Now you’ll take what I give ye until I know ye won’t be misbehaving anymore.”

[freshvanillapng]

mycenaean odysseus

this is a result of 'what if portrayals of the Odyssey set it in bronze age greece rather than classical' christopher nolan when i catch you and my months long obsession with Epic the Musical

i have degrees in archaeology and public history so here are the sources i used and also a little explanation:

this is just a fun little exploration into more mycenaean greece archaeology and combining it with the musical and the vibe of the amazing animatics and art that have been made by the fandom~

Casual: my biggest and most helpful resources for this outfit were this post by the lovely @littlesparklight as well as the blog Gorgeous Tangents and their recreation of Mycenaean chitons. there's a little bit of bronze but very minimal.

Troy Saga: the armour here is made out of bronze (surprise) aside from the helmet, which is created from boar tusk. the helmet specifically is inspired by this one that was also described by homer in the iliad! as for the armour, it is inspired by the work of artist Dimitrios Katsikis who combines archaeology with academic papers and other sources like frescos to create accurate armours from 15th century BC - 15th century AD. he has created armour sets specifically for Odysseus as well as other characters like Achilles. the armour here is inspired by his works but is not copied directly from the artist's designs - instead i used them as references to create a look i feel fit the vibes of Epic.

Ithaca Saga: so Odysseus returns to Ithaca naked in some interpretations but i can understand why the musical animatics don't. do that. the cape/cloak used in them is incredibly cool so i decided to settle in the middle and just give him a sort of skirt/kilt. this is inspired by the chitons of Gorgeous Tangents but also the Seated Woman of Mycenae. its been twenty years, bros been through it. i dont think Odysseus was too concerned with his fit when killing the suitors and getting back to Penelope.

im not gonna claim this to be fully accurate. a) because there is little surviving artefacts from the period we think the trojan war took place in (between 1260 BCE and 1180 BCE), b) im not a classics student/bronze age specialist, i currently specialise in the stone age - the earlier the better - and finally c) a few creative liberties have been taken for the designs to fit the feel of Epic the Musical. mostly in terms of a simplified art style. if you want detail, absolutely go check out Katsikis work and the rest of the sources credited here.

i plan on designing more of the characters and will keep doing more research. who knows i'll maybe even come back and redesign this after i've learned more!