#modern haircut for men

[fancylala4]

Unpopular opinion (or not. People don’t really give a crap about the first generation of kpop): I hate the song “get up” by baby V.O.X so much. I know that this generation of Kpop was filled with songs that were basically bootleg copies of black music (actually it still is) but this song was just so cringeworthy to me. It’s like they threw together pieces of black music genres into one song and called it a day. I also think they heard the term “get up” when they were listening to TLC and just took it without understanding it. Kind of like how kpop groups steal black terms and over use it in their songs (savage, ate boss bitch, etc. It’s still so cringe). I cringe every time the members say that and repeat it. Not only that but they also copied dance moves from black artists. For example, they took dance moves from “if” by Janet Jackson.

I also disliked how they made this song while having minors in the group. One was 17 years old and the newest member was 15 years old! Why were they singing a sexy song? There was backlash against that when the song was released.

[lifestyleblogeruk]

The Evolution of Barber Shops: From Classic to Contemporary

The history of barber shops is a fascinating journey that reflects the changing trends, societal shifts, and the evolution of grooming preferences. From their classic roots to the modern, stylish establishments we see today in Cardiff city center and beyond, the transformation of barber shops has been a testament to adaptability and innovation.

Classic Roots: Tradition and Community The origins of barber shops can be traced back to ancient civilizations where barbers not only trimmed hair but also performed various medical and surgical procedures. In medieval Europe, barbers often doubled as surgeons and dentists, offering services beyond grooming. The iconic red, white, and blue barber pole symbolized their dual role, with red representing blood and blue representing veins.

Throughout history, barber shops have been more than mere places to get a haircut. They served as community hubs where men gathered to exchange news, share stories, and engage in discussions. The social element of these establishments played a significant role in shaping their identity.

Transition to Modernity: Skill and Style As societies evolved, so did the concept of grooming. Barber shops transformed from being community centers to centers of skilled craftsmanship. The rise of professional barbers led to an emphasis on specific grooming techniques, from precise haircuts to elaborate shaves.

The early 20th century saw the golden age of barbering, with classic haircuts like the pompadour and the slick back gaining popularity. The focus shifted to precision and style, and barbers became experts in creating these looks.

The Modern Barber Shop Experience In today's world, barber shops near me have undergone a renaissance. While the classic elements and ambiance are retained, modern barber shops offer an all-encompassing grooming experience. A trip to the barber is no longer just about a haircut – it's about relaxation, self-care, and style.

Contemporary barber shops in Cardiff city center and other locations boast a wide array of services. From traditional haircuts and shaves to beard grooming, facials, and hair styling, the modern barber shop caters to a diverse range of grooming needs.

Professionalism and Expertise A professional barber in Cardiff city center embodies a blend of traditional techniques and modern trends. The emphasis is on delivering exceptional service and creating an environment that fosters comfort and conversation. A professional men's hair stylist understands the nuances of grooming, keeping up with the latest trends and techniques to provide clients with the best possible experience.

Gents Hair in Cardiff City Centre: The Fusion of Classic and Modern Today's barber shops near me seamlessly blend classic barbering techniques with contemporary styles. The fusion caters to a diverse clientele – from individuals seeking timeless, classic cuts to those looking for edgier, modern hairstyles.

In conclusion, the evolution of barber shops from classic to contemporary is a journey that mirrors the evolution of society's preferences and ideals. While the essence of community and skill remains, modern barber shops in Cardiff city center and other locations have adapted to cater to the demands of a dynamic and diverse clientele. Whether you're searching for a professional barber, gents hair styling, or a comprehensive grooming experience, the barber shops of today offer a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hello!

I wanted to ask a question, if that's okay. So, I'm genderfluid afab and feel like a man sometimes (probably more often than I allow myself to realise). I don't have access to a Binder or anything of that sort (transphobic parents).

Is there any way for me to look/be more masculine? I'm a bit scared of goggling because I don't want to accidentally take advice from Tate people or the like.

(PS. I really like your Siegfried Farnon cosplay!)

Heya!

This is a tough one to answer. Because "masculine" means different things to different people. And "passing", as well.

Like. When I wear my fleece jacket and baseball cap, I'm deliberately passing as a certain type of man. But I felt more masculine the other day wearing an ascot.

So, I think we need to break down this question:

1) If you're looking to pass, there are going to be trans masc guides out there that will direct you to a very particular gender presentation. They tend to assume you are white and skinny. They present themselves as a list of Dos and Do-Nots, and at the end of the day, do more harm than good, imo. Because passing guides are almost always about hiding parts of yourself physically, often to the expense of hiding parts of your psyche.

Seek them out if you must, but when it comes to passing for safety, all I can suggest is ambiguous layers, a hat, keeping your head down and your mouth shut. The best way to pass is to not draw attention to yourself, alas.

2) If you're looking to dress more masculine to alleviate gender dysphoria, then you need to drill down to what makes you dysphoric and start there. My smaller feet is one area of contention for me, so I look for semi-dressy shoes that look long and elegant (like Taft boots). Since you can't get a binder, consider layers, if your chest bothers you.

3) If you're looking to dress more masculine to seek gender euphoria, then figure out your aesthetic masculine ideal. Make a pinboard of Looks you enjoy and see if there are trends. Some folks are drawn to athletic wear. Work wear. Perhaps a vintage aesthetic -- Rockabilly. 90s grunge. 1940s British country vet (meeeee, lol).

Ask yourself: What are the hallmarks of this style? Are there casual and formal versions? How does it change seasonally? How much of it is clothing and how much of it is the body (haircut, being muscular, etc)? And above all - what is this style trying to communicate to others?

Once done, see what sort of fashion tips are out there for your style. Who are the fashion experts and how much do you care about their advice? (Menswear guy has great tips about how a modern suit "should" fit, but a lot of his advice is also personal preference with a big dollop of classism.)

Pay close attention to how men wear their clothes -- where they sit on the body, how they style the outfit. Compare how a man is styled in your preferred look to how a woman is styled and see what that sparks in you. How much of it is the clothing or body? How much is posture? You might discern some visual shorthand you can harness to be read as more masculine. You might also come up with ways to have plausible deniability around your parents by being able to pivot a masculine look to be more feminine, when needed.

After all this research, get yourself to a thrift shop or other second hand option and start experimenting. Buying actual men's clothing is probably going to be your best bet, but depending on your Look Book, that may not always be the case.

No one can tell you how to feel more masculine -- that really needs to come from within. Once you figure that out, then it's a matter of reconciling your ideal look with the peculiarities of your body. (And all men have their own challenges wrt the fit of clothes.)

Afford yourself as much grace as possible when it comes to your body. And again, remember that feeling more masculine and passing more masculine may not always overlap and could even be at odds. And only you can determine if and when that is a problem.

[skyahri]

Soul |Ryomen Sukuna X Reader| HC

Summary: Sukuna meets the reincarnation of the only person he's ever loved.

Warnings: Implications of sex? Female pronouns. Reincarnation. Fear and anxiety.

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"Rin..."

It came out like word vomit before Yuuji could even process what he was saying.

You looked at him, confused. Your name wasn't Rin and you'd never met this man before. Who did he think you were?

He slapped a hand over his mouth. Sukuna had forced his way to the surface just to ramble out a name? In all these years as his vessel, he'd never done something so trivial.

Sensing the flicker of cursed energy, Gojo, Megumi, and Nobara prepared themselves. It'd been a while since Sukuna had tried anything. Some sort of pact he'd formed with Yuuji kept him mostly content, although they weren't sure what it entailed.

It happened in the blink of an eye; Sukuna had taken over and stood directly in front of you, one hand flat on your chest and the other on your face.

"Rin... I could never forget the feel of your soul."

Your heartbeat fastened. An overwhelming feeling of fear fell onto you, rendering you unable to move.

What would you be able to do anyway? He's a God, and you had no abilities outside of actually seeing the damn things.

You had no idea what he was talking about. Your name isn't Rin and you'd never had any kind of encounter with either men until just now.

Megumi tried to move forward, but Gojo stuck an arm out in front of him. Something was off about the way Sukuna was acting, and he didn't think it was threatening.

It would be best to see how this played out instead of possibly starting a war that was never meant to begin in the first place.

"What are you doing? We can't let her-"

"Hold on."

They watched as Sukuna looked you up and down, inspecting your robes, hair, and face with a certain softness. His face was still hard and his movements still confident, but there was just that feeling.

"You look so different, but thats to be expected. Are you fairing well?"

You swallowed hard. His delicate touch did nothing to soothe your nerves. If anything, it only confused you more. He was tucking your hair behind your ear, giving you some sort of smile, and yet you feared he was going to rip your heart right out of your body.

"Um..."

Really, how were you supposed to respond? What sort of answer was he expecting? What were the consequences if you were to answer incorrectly?

Were you meant to comment on how you supposedly looked different? Was it your features? Your clothes? Your haircut?

"I'm scared."

Sukuna paused. You were horrified to have answered wrong, and now you could only hope he wouldn't kill you.

But he did something unexpected; he laughed. A thick, hardy chuckle that made your blood run cold.

Was this the end? How pitiful. Slain on a random Tuesday afternoon all because you wanted to meet up with an old friend. That's not a proper death.

"A thousand years and countless reincarnations, yet you still know how to make me laugh."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. You only had a moment to panic before a lifetime of memories filled your mind.

You remember the time before modern civilization when you relied on hunting in the woods and crops from the neighbor's farm.

You remembered your parents, siblings, friends, and other villagers. You remember your home on the outskirts of town just against the forest line.

But most importantly, you remember Sukuna.

You remember meeting him as a human, and then several years later as a curse. You faced off against him, and although you couldn't beat him in the end, you'd come close enough to earn his respect.

He stood above you, two arms crossed, one on his hip, and the other outstretched to offer you a hand up.

Who were you to refuse such a gesture from the king of curses?

He allowed you to join his temple alongside other followers of his with the condition you devoted yourself to him entirely. The offer was presented as a choice, but the alternative was death, so any reservations you had were null.

You wanted to go with him anyway, but that's beside the point.

From the very beginning of your journey with him, it was made clear to everyone that you were 'special' and not to be bothered.

This fact didn't hold up too well with some of the others, but what were they to do about it? Argue with Sukuna? Tell him they were more deserving of his attention? How pathetic.

He allowed you privileges that would only ever be known to you, like dining with him or joining him on trips. These small pleasantries became grand ones, like sharing his bed and allowing him to claim you.

Your relationship was equal from then on. You were not just a follower of his anymore. He was just as devoted to you as you are to him, and he ensured you knew it.

He'd always make sure to tell you how special you were, that he was taking his time with you and granting you pleasure. How you were his favorite, and no one else could even compare. How others had not been so lucky in the past.

He'd escort you to and from the hot springs, have humans bring you flowers and jewelry, and allow you to see the most vulnerable aspects of him.

He promised his love for you would never die, and here he is a millennia later proving true to his words.

Once the unrelenting onslaught of memories subsided, your hands met his- one still on your chest feeling your heartbeat, and the other slid partway into your hair- and all you could do was appreciate his presence.

You stared up at him. His face was different, but that intense look in his eyes was all the proof you needed that he was still the same man from all those years ago.

Tears beaded up in your eyes and quickly dripped down your cheeks. Crying had never been your thing in the past, but you didn't care to stuff the feelings down. Such a reunion was an occasion enough.

"My love," you whispered.

He leaned his forehead down to meet yours.

"My Queen."

[queermasculine]

Maybe a stupid question but one I've asked myself, what's the difference in between a butch and a masc for you ? Is there one ?

not a stupid question! "butch" is an older word with more meanings across time. to straight people it's been a military style haircut, a male name (still a few old guys named butch in the US), and a fairly uncomplicated synonym for masculine. to lesbians, bisexuals and gay men, it's been all of the above, but it's also had a whole host of other connotations specific to us and our own ways of loving/performing masculinity. a lot of the different meanings of butch have faded or fallen out of fashion over the years, but the word has more or less kept its purpose among lesbians, giving it the lesbian tint it has today.

"masc" is a much newer term, and unlike butch, i don't believe it's ever been widely used by the straight mainstream. (not a lot of grandpas named masc out there.) it's my impression that masc first spread out from gay guys on grindr, or at least that played a big part in popularizing it, and it's been used pretty much exclusively in an lgbt context ever since. in that sense it's the word with the more explicitly queer origin, despite having a much shorter history. having risen to popularity in the age of social media, masc carries none of the historical baggage of butch, and as such it's a more open-ended term, implying very little about a person beyond their masculinity. you can see this difference exemplified in google search results: while looking up butch will primarily yield information about the word's significance to lesbians, masc will net you more neutral descriptions, like "a person whose gender identity is masculine, but who is not necessarily a man."

despite all that, masc and butch usually serve the same function (to express the masculinity of the subject) and are used pretty much interchangeably in many contexts. also worth noting is that the lesbian association of butch is not a rule, just an observation i've made about modern perceptions. bisexual women have always used butch (and femme) alongside lesbians, and to this day you'll still encounter gay men – usually older – who identify as butch. so in conclusion, if you're trying to pick what label to use for yourself, i wouldn't worry about it too much. both terms have room enough for you in them.

[jamescanningauthor]

My Blood Meridian Headcanons Masterpost, order of appearance

Under the cut, see here for my collection of every physical description (or lack thereof) for each major character

The Kid

refuses to shave his shitty teenager mustache wispy silliness and is in denial about how unfinished it is (except for the one time he was kind of made to for a formal occasion)

never can really grow a proper beard, even in middle age, always patchy

bites his nails

light brown, mouse-colored hair

blue eyes

freckles

never had a proper haircut til Chihuahua due to childhood neglect

matted hair before and later after

5.1ft/1.55448m (childhood malnutrition)

Holden

abnormally unaffected by alcohol but consumes it anyway as a social thing

walking around naked was initially a result of him just being incalculably ancient (pre-clothes) and having no internalized sense of modesty due to this, but this soon became a power play similar to Lyndon Baines Johnson's behavior (look up LBJ Jumbo)

everyone's teeth are pretty disgusting, except for his, which are unusually pristine

he maintains his teeth with chewing-sticks and rinses with urine (both of these are ancient practices that are proven to be effective, albeit repulsive to modern sensibilities)

every item of clothing he wears is tailored (otherwise, how would anything fit him?), and his footwear is custom-made (meaning they have distinct lefts and rights to begin with, unlike many premade and military-issued footwear at the time, which had to be broken in and developed lefts and rights over time being worn)

files his nails meticulously and often, keeping them uniformly oval

has gone by the forenames Abernathy and William at times

knows classical Latin not just in the phrases he uses but to the extent of fluency, as well as classical Greek and Hebrew (common scholarly pursuits for men of means at the time)

red-pink eyes

Toadvine

surprisingly low alcohol tolerance

limited mobility in the areas of his face near where he was branded, the skin just doesn't stretch, resulting in limited expression

the sides of his head are not completely flat, he has lumpy bits of flesh and cartilage where his ears were unevenly cut and burn scars from when the wounds were cauterized

due to the burns from cauterizing, his hearing is slightly affected, but generally clear, and he makes up for it by being observant to the slightest sound

he only grew his hair long after his ears were docked, more to push it back and jumpscare people with his ear stumps than out of any insecurity (ego death long ago)

from Kentucky (the surname Toadvine is most common there, and he has canonically never seen the sea until the chapter where he visits California)

black-brown eyes

6.1ft/1.85928m

born 1821

Glanton

files his nails carelessly and somewhat square just so they don't get long and break

knee problems that he just tries to tough out, but he massages them at night when he thinks no one sees

Irish ancestry (his surname is most common in the US as well as Ireland, where it is rare and held only by Catholics, according to census data)

from Georgia (his surname is most common there)

long eyelashes

5.5ft/1.6764m

born 1804

White Jackson

Cajun, looks down on Creoles of color, valuing his culture higher and fearing being lumped in with Creoles of color (Cajuns in Louisiana are Creole, but not all Creoles are Cajun, Cajuns are a White, French-speaking ethnic group descended from settlers in Acadia, Canada from primarily West-Central France who were forced out of Canada by the British, many eventually resettling in Louisiana)

his name at birth was Jean (French variant of John), but others say it as John

his family was poor, and he was looked down on for being Cajun

his aggressive racism is a result of deep insecurity and a need to feel superior (NOT JUSTIFYING, JUST THEORIZING MOTIVATION)

from Louisiana (his surname was most frequent in the US there according to 1880 census data)

thick, dark brown hair

medium brown eyes

5.7ft/1.73736m

born 1824

Black Jackson

self-emancipated at a very young age by escaping to the West

he was given a stupid, humiliating literary name (common at the time) and was unimaginative, so he changed it for John

gave himself his surname too, ironically out of admiration for Andrew Jackson, who he knew little about but he had heard propaganda about him and did not know Jackson had a plantation, having heard of him as a rugged man of the people from the frontier and the scourge of Natives, nothing more

you just know he was ashy and unmoisturized and didn't know how to take care of his hair, so he just cut it short

resents Christianity (see: his drunken threat to shoot the ass off of Jesus Christ) due to it being used as justification of slavery, and the Bible being used to sell the idea that being Black was the mark of Cain or something

never talks about his past, as it would just be used as ammunition against him

illiterate (as per Southern law), too proud to admit it, let alone ask anyone to teach him

whip scars, though not as severe as some well-known images

5.8ft/1.76784m

born 1828

Bathcat

surprisingly low alcohol tolerance too

cuts the whites of his nails with a knife, which is careful and practiced, never bleeds from it

bi, see that one scene where he was asleep with his arm around one of the musicians

ear necklace made Toadvine flinch just slightly before he could catch himself when they first met

Bathcat, noticing Toadvine's lack of ears, torments him with it initially but gives up when Toadvine shows no reaction after the first

the offense he was sent to Van Diemen's Land (now Tasmania/Lutruwita) for was S/A or similar

his hand injury is from unsafe working conditions when performing unpaid prison labor

his eye injury is the result of violence from another inmate

realized he was into men too in prison and just saw it as a natural result of separation from women

tonedeaf (cannot distinguish musical notes by ear or repeat/carry a tune)

knows some Welsh from his childhood, mostly songs and expressions

naturally thin, blond hair

grey-blue eyes

5.7ft/1.73736m

born 1807

sent to Van Diemen's Land 1829

Tobin

raised as a charity case by the Church rather than by family at times

former choir boy, still sings and hums when he thinks no one can hear

quit seminary due to struggling with celibacy and certain moral things justified in the Bible that seem contradictory to restrictions for Priests, as well as the Bible being used as justification for slavery

closest thing Black Jackson has to a friend in the gang

bad back

after he disappeared from the narrative, he returned to ministry

he no longer believed after everything he had seen, but wanted to provide aid and comfort regardless

from Massachusetts (his name is most common there in the US)

greying, balding ginger hair

blue eyes

needs reading glasses

5.8ft/1.76784m

born 1803

David Brown

from what became Arkansas (canonically never saw an ocean before he went to California)

blond

hazel eyes

nearsighted (things that are further are less clear)

5.6ft/1.70688m

born 1818

James Robert Bell

severe Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, his older brother has a more mild form which is visible in subtle features but not significantly disabling, their mother's alcoholism worsened by the time she had James

his mother died as a complication of alcoholism

his consumption of fecal matter is a result of having been starved in the past (see: Blanche Monnier)

his brother trimmed his nails for him so he wouldn't hurt himself or others

Holden did not, but watched Bell at all times for entertainment, as Holden did not sleep, and would physically prevent severe harm (to prolong his entertainment)

muscular atrophy due to being kept in a cage, resulting in posture and movement difficulties, as well as exhaustion (see: the "Genie" child neglect case)

his being drawn to the river and to fire was not mere curiosity but a desire for death

thin, dark brown hair

born 1830

[nibblys-sacrifice]

my opinions on trans whizzer

i at one point mention a post from @mintgreen-homewrecker 's blog but in no way is this any hate or disrespect towards him ^-^

i

don't like it

the word hate is a stretch, but if i can pick between trans whizzer and cis whizzer, i'm choosing cis. and i'm not trying to be one of those people who are all "trans people make everything about them", i'm trans myself and headcanon some characters as trans, and i don't think there's anything wrong with it, save for a few cases

i just don't think that it would make sense for whizzer to be trans. of course, it's a headcanon and doesn't NEED to make sense, but i feel like it wouldn't fit very well with the story. by that i mean that i don't think marvin would be with whizzer, which of course throws everything off. he cheated on trina, a woman, for whizzer, a man, because he doesn't like women. i just feel like if whizzer was trans, marvin wouldn't see him as a man, and would focus on his body not aligning with him (highlighted in pink below)

^^ as he also mentioned, whizzer wouldn't be able to get surgery, or other gender affirming things. if he did get the "easier" stuff, it would be things that are fully dependent on HIM to do (clothes, a haircut, he would probably have to MAKE a binder, etc). it would be different if he passed, but obviously he wouldn't really be able to

also about him getting and transmitting aids. hiv mainly effected (cis) gay men– emphasis on 'mainly' as it did effect other people, too, but was more common for gay men to get it. although in context of headcanons, i guess a lot of people make a nobody dies/everyone lives au

i'm more likely to interact with a modern au with a trans whizzer. but obviously not a lot of people like au on top of au on top of au

but lowkey non-binary caroline ?? anyone ??

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I just imagine fem!Silver trying to chop her hair off Mulan style so she can attend NRC with Lilia and Malleus then cut to next scene where Lilia is giving her a proper haircut cuz the cut ended up too choppy and uneven.

[Referencing this post!]

OKAY, LET’S BE HONEST WITH OURSELVES HERE… Would Lilia giving anyone a haircut really make it look better than it was before 😭 (Lilia canonically cuts his own hair, Silver’s, AND sometimes Malleus’s, according to Malleus dialogue from Glorious Masquerade. And… well, look at how their hair looks… especially Lilia’s!!)

Fun fact, the cutting of one’s hair is actually not historically accurate! The west associates long hair with femininity and short hair with masculinity, but in the period of time in which Mulan takes place, both Chinese men and women wore their hair long. This is because there was a Confucian belief that one’s body was a gift from the parents and that gift should not be damaged. (TWST of course takes place in the modern era and in a non-China adjacent part of their world, so I doubt this logic would also apply.)

It doesn’t seem like people at NRC are bothered too much by long hair? At the very least, I don’t think having long hair would be any more conspicuous or female-presenting than a male student with long hair. (I mean, look at Leona, Jamil, Vil, Idia, and even Malleus himself www) Maybe fem!Silver could just waltz in with hair as long as the Dawn Knight and no one would be the wiser 😂

For a physically capable warrior… I imagine it’s more practically to have short hair?? So perhaps Silver could cut it? Or at least tie it up into a bun to minimize the chance of snagging. It’s still neat to imagine fem!Silver cutting her hair with a sword though… The imagery is just so cool!

[oscarpiastriwdc]

albums i would play for each driver on the 2024 F1 grid to expand their music taste

Max Verstappen: Graceland by Paul Simon - As a fan of classic and folk rock, I'd imagine Max has been exposed to Simon and Garfunkel and I think he'd enjoy the sprawling, detailed, careful expanse of Simon's solo masterpiece. Angels in the architecture spinning in infinity, etc etc

Checo Perez: Ramomex by Rebel'd Punk - One of the Mexican bands who pioneered punk music in the country, but Checo probably missed this release because he was too busy karting and moving to europe as a teen. It's never too late to have a proper angry punk phase, though.

Charles Leclerc: Ten Love Songs by Susanne Sundfør - Groundbreaking, life-altering pop music that pushes every boundary. This hits the sad songs craving and I think would interest him as a musician and burgeoning songwriter.

Carlos Sainz: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey - daddy issues. I just know he'd vibe out to Brooklyn Baby.

Lando Norris: Destiny by DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - I dream of sitting him down and exposing him to actually good, interesting, fun contemporary dj music.

Oscar Piastri: Speaking in Tongues by Talking Heads - He has that certain David Byrne swag and demeanor of someone who'd love the Talking Heads if only given the chance.

Fernando Alonso: 10,000 gecs by 100 gecs - At first the old man would be extremely confused but once he was on board he would be blasting The Most Wanted Person In The United States all day every day.

Lance Stroll: Talon of the Hawk by The Front Bottoms - that post that's like the problem is men are making podcasts instead of forming midwest emo bands. but it's men are becoming f1 drivers instead of forming midwest emo bands. I think some TFB exposure could be the spark of inspiration for a great career pivot.

Lewis Hamilton: Maps by billy woods and Kenny Segal - I fear Lewis might have been too worried about Merc's performance last year to have checked out this fantastic collaboration that was one of 2023's best albums.

George Russell: Contra by Vampire Weekend - I just saw Vampire Weekend live following the release of the new album and at the show there was a guy a few feet ahead of me in the merch line who had the exact same energy as GR. The mix of prep vibes and world music would work into his taste while expanding his listening beyond coldplay.

Yuki Tsunoda: GLOW ON by Turnstile - 100% a selfish pick, I want to mosh with Yuki in the pit of a Turnstile pit.

Daniel Ricciardo: The Panhandlers by The Panhandlers - A country supergroup I return to time and again, wistful and nostalgic, making you yearn for West Texas no matter where in the world you are.

Alex Albon: Pelican West by Haircut 100 - Funky British jazz pop, perfect for dancing and vibing.

Logan Sargeant: Crying, Laughing, Waving, Smiling by Slaughter Beach, Dog - I fear Logie might be too young or too norm core to have had a proper Modern Baseball phase (it's never too late logie! listen to Intersection!) but Ewald's 2023 offering seems like something he missed last year that's perfectly up his alley.

Valtteri Bottas: Merriweather Post Pavillion by Animal Collective - Weird and complex, I think he should throw it on while on a long bike ride and let his mullet fly in the breeze.

Zhou Guanyu: God Save the Animals by Alex G - no you don't understand i need him to listen to Alex G he would love it

Kevin Magnussen: Heaven or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins - Ethereal music he can feel and let wash over him in a wave to relax and transcend the horrors of driving for Haas.

Nico Hulkenberg: Supernatural by Santana - dad music but make it funky and good

Pierre Gasly: Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans by Uffie - A perfect twist on early 2000s French electronic music, I think it'd remind him of the club while sounding entirely new and make him want to pick up a side dj gig of his own.

Esteban Ocon: Lescop by Lescop - French indie pop-rock! His most recent album is fantastic, but Este should check out Lescop's 2013 debut first.

following a conversation with @liamlawsonlesbian and her definitive book rec list i'm doing something similar for music (she bullied me into posting this sorry). large range in popularity/mainstream-ness of artists depending on the driver and what i think they're already listening to.

[belit0]

Indra's Family (the beginnings of the Uchiha clan, my own lore)

Ashes of the Firstborn:

Indra Ōtsutsuki was born first, born strongest, and born to lead. But when his birthright is stolen, he turns from the light and carves a path of destruction that stains the land in blood. Legends whisper of the Firstborn’s crimson gaze and the merciless wars he waged against gods and men alike. Yet in the depths of his darkness, one soul still dares to search for the boy he once was. Ivy’s relentless hope becomes the spark that defies fate itself—an echo of love and defiance that will forge a legacy. From shadow and ruin, a new clan will rise. The Uchiha.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

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(None of this would have come out of my head without the collaboration and incredible talent of @shiori01, who sparked my inspiration with a single drawing, and together we ended up creating a complete story. All the illustrations are theirs, and I’m immensely grateful that our paths have crossed — I adore you.)

Indra's Family

The narrative development we never got about the creation of the Uchiha clan, told from my perspective and through my own characters: Indra’s wife, Ivy, and their four children—Raizen, Hikari, Inari, and Ame.

Indra's family life (with my ocs included)

Indra's family - lore and ocs

Indra after abandoning the Otsutsuki name

Indra's traditions for the Uchiha clan

Visual concepts

Indra's family modern AU! - mafia

Indra and Ivy

Ivy and Indra - "What if hypothetically divorced?"

Indra and Ivy's first kiss

Indra and Ivy - no kiss for you

Ivy and Indra - period cramps

Ivy and Indra - body swap

Indra rescues Ivy

Indra rescues Ivy - part 2

Indra and Ivy - heavy husband

Indra and Ivy - wounds and tension

Indra and Ivy - things never change

Indra and Ivy - cooking

Ivy and Indra - drunk mess

Ivy and Indra - not getting out of bed

Ivy and Indra - dance

Ivy and Indra - dance 2

Ivy and Indra - carrying their first child

Ivy and Indra - wearing a kimono without the Uchiha symbol

Ivy and Indra - Ame's first step

Ivy and Indra - aphrodisiac

Indra and Ivy - Ordinary (not so much)

Indra and Ivy - first time

Raizen

Indra and Raizen - archery goes wrong

Raizen and Ame - flower crowns

Raizen going down Indra's path

Ivy and Raizen - teaching embroidery

Inari and Hikari - the twins

The twins and Asura - part 1

The twins and Asura - part 2

The twins and Asura - part 3

The twins and Asura - part 4

The twins and Asura - part 5

The twins and Asura - part 6

The twins and Asura - part 7

Ame

Ivy and Ame - playing dress-up

Ame running around with a katana

Indra and Ame - giving Dada a haircut

Indra and Ame - doing dad's hair

Indra and Ame - braiding dada's hair (again)

Indra and Ame - tantrum

Indra and Ame - no limits for his princess

Indra and Ame - do not touch my princess

Indra and Ame - monster!

Indra and Ame - rejecting Dada

Indra and Ame - "how does the baby get in the lady's belly?"

Indra and Ame - terrible nightmare

Indra and Ame - not Dada, but Father

Indra and Ame - small and giant

Indra and Ame - good morning

Ame's power when she's mad

Teen! Ame and what growing up brings

Teen! Ame disguises herself as a soldier and is sent to battle

Teen! Ame awakens the mangekyo

Teen! Ame awakens the mangekyo part 2

Teen! Ame and Indra - mitosis

Teen! Ame pranks the family

Ame is mad

Ame and her giant tiger Miso

Ame and Indra - Cotton Ball is a choking hazard

Family scenes

Ame's bedtime story: how did you and Dada meet?

The children awaken their sharingan

Combing mom's hair

Ame and the boys - dressing them up like girls

Indra finds out his fourth child is a girl

Indra collapses

Ame and the twins - hide and seek

The family transported to League of Legends

How did Indra propose to Ivy?

"Do not mess with my family"

Ame joins in, Ivy's hair exits the chat

The family plays monopoly

The family plays UNO

Indra's loyalty

3 scenes, 3 moments, lots of love

Ivy decides to ignore the family for a whole day

Ivy and Ame - we need to rest from these boys

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Officer

Note: I have no idea what happened here... (proof readed, but am still exhausted from last weekend, so excuse any errors left)

Warnings: fluff/angst/smut 18+!!! Dom/sub vibes.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met a bunch of cops during your first day at your new job.

wordcount: 3,7k

Masterlist

'You're closing alone tonight, aren't you?'

'Go on then, they don't bite,' Hild laughed and cocked her head towards the table of impressive looking men you had been staring at for minutes already.

Right now, everything was new to you. The line of work you were in and the way Hild, your boss, treated you with respect and kindness; this was your first day at work in the pub downtown, and you had been nervous already but it got worse when you realised the good looking group of guys were regular customers, and they were policemen, as they were all dressed in their dark uniforms. Hild nudged your shoulder in an attempt to make you go over to the cops who had ordered their drinks only moments ago at the bar. The loud laughter from the table made you smile, as the men seemed to enjoy themselves, and what's a better view than a bunch of handsome, muscular guys smiling and bickering amongst each other? But it also made you nervous, because you wanted to make a good impression. You took a deep breath and walked over to their table, and the men became quiet when they noticed you.

'Your drinks,' you said shyly as you placed the serving tray on the table.

'Aye,' the Irish man smiled, 'three ales and one glass of coco for the baby cop,' he grinned and pointed at the blond haired guy who sat across from him.

The Irish man had dark, short hair and a good beard, and the blond guy was looking much younger than the rest of the men and looked shy.

'Finan's just messing with you,' another man said when he saw your slight panic. He had long hair, half tied up in a bun and the sides were shaved. He spoke with an accent you couldn't quite place, and he smiled, 'We all ordered ale, lady.'

'Oh,' you chuckled, relieved, and handed Finan his ale.

'And Uhtred likes to ruin jokes,' Finan sneered at the man with the unrecognisable accent, who took his glass out of your hands when you reached out.

You tried to hide your smile as you handed the young, shy cop his drink, whose cheeks had reddened by now.

'Osferth here is still a virgin,' Finan grinned as Osferth took his ale from you, and he slapped the boy on his shoulder.

'I'm not,' the blond cop rolled his eyes and looked down at the table.

You chuckled and handed the last glass to the quiet man beside you, who was already looking up at you with a sweet, sly smile when you looked at him. He was handsome and had a few scars on his face. His eyes were two different colours, one light and one dark, and his head was completely shaved at one side whereas on the other side he had dark curls. His eyes and haircut resembled the two vibes he gave off as you looked at him; sweet and devilish.

'Sihtric, stop staring,' Uhtred remarked, and he grinned at the stunning man you still locked eyes with.

'Your Sihtric,' you said, and immediately froze, 'Uh, I- I mean, y- your drink, S-Sihtric,' you stammered as you handed the man his drink and you turned on your heels immediately.

Sihtric smiled at your flustered behaviour as he licked his lips. And he couldn't help but turn and check you out when you walked away as fast as you could. You almost tripped as you made haste back to the bar, where you hid behind Hild and turned your back towards the men who were already joking around again. Except for Sihtric, who still had his eyes on you.

'What happened?' Hild asked when she saw your flustered face, and she looked at the men.

'Nothing,' you mumbled, 'just made a fool out of myself and I'm sure they think I'm an idiot.'

'Are you sure about that?' Hild furrowed her brow and looked back at you with a smile, 'because the Dane can't stop looking at you,' she said and walked away.

'The Dane?' you frowned and glanced over your shoulder, only to find Sihtric looking back at you over his shoulder. He flashed you a half smile, raised his glass slightly before he took a sip, and then he winked.

You tried your best to continue your new job, but you constantly felt Sihtric's eyes on you, and you also couldn't keep your eyes off him, no matter how hard you tried. Every few minutes your eyes wandered back to the handsome Dane, and you looked away as fast as you could whenever you met his eyes. And just when you felt a little less flustered again as you were cleaning up at the bar with your back turned to the room, you were startled when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

'Miss?' a warm, low voice sounded.

You turned around and stared right into Sihtric's mismatched eyes.

'Y-yes?'

'You forgot this,' Sihtric held up the serving tray you had left on their table almost an hour ago, and he put it on the bar, shoving it towards you.

'Oh, thank you,' you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly grabbed the tray.

'You're welcome, lady,' Sihtric smiled and sat down on the barstool in front of him, and he leaned in on the bar towards you, 'you're new here,' he remarked.

'I am.'

'Mhm,' he hummed and stroked his goatee, 'where are you from?'

'I've lived in this town my entire life,' you shrugged.

'Really?' Sihtric smiled playfully as he mindlessly toyed with a few rings he wore around his tattooed fingers, 'how come I've never seen you before?'

'I don't know,' you chuckled, 'guess I just never had to call the cops.'

Sihtric laughed softly and wetted his lips while he looked at you.

'Hm. So you've been a good girl,' he said, his smooth voice and choice of words made your heart skip a beat.

'I- I guess so,' you blushed and awkwardly tried to find a spot to put the serving tray at, as you still held it in your hands.

Sihtric watched you fumble around and it clearly amused him, being very well aware he made you feel flustered and nervous.

'So… what's a good and pretty girl like you doing in a pub like this then?' 

'Career switch,' you said and leaned on the bar, trying your hardest to look confident, 'I got tired of working in an office all day, and Hild is a family friend, so I landed this job easy.'

'Fair enough,' Sihtric said. He leaned in towards you, and looked you up and down quickly before he gave you another cheeky smile, 'so, will you be a good girl for me and pour me another drink then?'

The policemen came in for a drink every day, and the tension between you and Sihtric was always electrifying. No one mentioned it, but everyone was aware of it. His eyes always lingered on you, and you leaned in just that little closer to him when you brought the guys their drinks. The guys always drank a glass of ale, and then switched to fizzy drinks and some snacks to enjoy as they chatted, but they never became drunk as they knew all too well to not drink and drive. And every evening when Sihtric came up to you on his own to order another drink, he leaned on the bar and said the same words with the same sly smile;

'How's my good girl doing tonight?'

And every night it made you giggle softly and blush without fail. You had been serving them for several days in a row when Hild told you that you had to close off the pub on your own tonight. She had an urgent matter to take care of and trusted you to run the place while she was out. You knew you could do it, and it was a rather quiet evening as it was a thursday, but were nervous regardless. And things got worse when the piece of shit of an ex boyfriend suddenly showed up at the pub, a few hours before closing.

You tried to talk him into just leaving quietly, but he wasn't having any of it and started to cuss you out as he leaned in over the bar. The table of cops noticed the slight commotion when you walked up to him to shove him out the door, and they saw how your ex grabbed your wrist forcefully. The men all jumped up, and Uhtred grabbed the guy's shoulder and squeezed it harshly, upon which you could free yourself from your ex's grip. Finan and Osferth stood back as they watched Uhtred towering over your ex, while Sihtric was fast to get in between you two. Your ex quickly became aggressive as Uhtred told him to leave, and he started to curse at you again as well as trying to swing a fist at you, but Sihtric shielded you by shoving you behind his back and he gave your ex a harsh shove.

'I'm giving you a choice right now,' Sihtric said firmly as the deranged guy stumbled backwards, 'you either walk out on your own right now, or I'll make sure you won't ever be able to walk on your own again.'

You heard Uhtred and your ex argue vaguely as you tried to process everything, and you tried to peek out from behind Sihtric, but he turned towards you before you could move. He circled his arm around your waist while he towered over you, and your ex was shoved out by the three remaining cops while you stared up into the Dane's eyes.

'Are you okay?' Sihtric asked, his face was so close you smelled the ale on his lips.

'Yeah,' you lied and feigned a smile.

Sihtric watched you carefully for a moment and then pulled you closer.

'No, you're not,' he said softly, 'you're trembling, sweetheart. Come here,' he wrapped both his strong arms around you, and you buried your face in his chest as he held you close for a short while.

'Did you know him?' he eventually asked.

'Yeah,' you swallowed hard, 'he's my… my ex.'

Sihtric leaned back slightly and took your arm, gently tracing his warm fingers over your skin where your ex had grabbed you moments before.

'Did he hurt you?'

'It's fine,' you pulled your arm back and looked down at your feet.

'Is it?' Sihtric lifted your chin with his fingers, 'is it really fine?'

You shrugged lightly and couldn't help resting your hands upon the cop's broad chest as he leaned in again.

'You're closing alone tonight, aren't you?' he asked, having noticed Hild left hours ago already.

You nodded and Sihtric sighed, then raked his fingers through his hair. He looked over his shoulder, seeing his colleagues walk back in and signalling that your ex had been taken care of, and they went back to their table to finish their drinks.

'Do you want us to stay until closing?' Sihtric asked you.

'Oh, n-no,' you said, 'please, it's… it's fine. Thank you,' you smiled weakly and tried to step away, but Sihtric trailed his fingers down your arm and gently took your hand. 

'Sweetheart,' he said, and you stopped breathing when you stared up at him, and his eyes trailed down to your lips before he looked back into your eyes again, 'do you want me to stay?'

About half an hour before closing time, Uhtred, Finan and Osferth got up to leave. They wished you a good night in passing while Sihtric stayed behind at the table. You greeted the men and changed the open sign to closed while a handful of other regulars finished their drinks quickly. They all paid and told you they'd see you tomorrow, to which you chuckled. You closed the door behind the last man who left and you locked it. 

Sihtric eyed you up and he finished his drink while you started to quickly clean the tables. You carried the empty glasses and plates over to the bar, and Sihtric followed you with his eyes before he got up to bring you his empty glass.

'Is this seat taken?' he smiled and pointed at the empty barstool right in front of you.

'I'm not sure,' you chuckled, 'it's rather busy here right now…'

'I see,' Sihtric played along and sat down, 'guess I'll have to try my luck then.'

You smiled, took his empty glass and placed it in the dishwasher with the other dirty dishes.

'All jokes aside, sweetheart,' Sihtric then said, 'can I help you with anything here, darling?'

You looked at him and smiled shyly, 'Well,' you snorted, 'actually…'

'Spill it, sweetheart,' Sihtric rolled his eyes and smiled as you hesitated.

'So, these empty crates need to be brought to the basement,' you explained, 'but it's kinda… creepy down there.'

'Creepy?' Sihtric frowned, 'how?'

'Yeah, you know, it's all old and dark and the lights don't work well. No one likes to go there.'

Sihtric looked at you and then chuckled as he got up.

'Fine, show me the way and I'll take care of it.'

You handed Sihtric a few empty crates and walked him to the door that led to the basement. You opened the door and Sihtric stared down at a dimly lit staircase, then he grinned and looked at you for a second.

'Very creepy,' he taunted.

'Be careful,' you said as he walked down into the basement, and Sihtric chuckled in reply.

You waited at the top of the stairs, and when Sihtric didn't reappear as fast as you wanted, you leaned in slightly to listen for any sounds, but it was quiet.

'Sihtric?' you called down the basement.

Nothing. You took a step down and listened again.

'Sihtric?' you said a little louder and felt spooked when there was no reply, just the flickering of the dim light.

Then suddenly you heard Sihtric let out a yelp and you heard the empty crates being dropped on the floor.

'Sihtric!' you yelled, panicked, and almost ran down the stairs, but then he appeared again with a grin on his face.

'God!' you huffed, relieved and slightly mad, while Sihtric laughed as he climbed up the stairs and followed you closely back to the bar.

'Aw,' he chuckled in your ear as he snuck up behind you, 'you were worried about me.'

'I was not,' you turned to him.

'Yes, you were,' Sihtric smiled and circled his arm around your waist.

'No, I wasn't. You're stupid,' you chuckled and stared up into his eyes as he pulled your body against his.

'Am I?' he said softly.

'You are,' you nodded while Sihtric leaned in.

'Yeah? Hm,' he hummed as he smiled, and brushed his lips lightly against yours.

'Yeah,' you whispered, and your breath hitched in your throat when Sihtric slowly flicked his tongue against your lower lip.

He chuckled lightly, and then captured you in a soft, firm kiss. He kept his arm around you, his hand resting on the small of your back while his other hand settled on your neck, keeping you close.

'Yeah,' Sihtric whispered in between kisses, 'come on,' he sighed and kissed you again.

He slowly pushed you back behind the bar, where he trapped you between the old, wooden cabinets and his muscular body.

'Give me a little more, darling,' Sihtric whispered against your lips and smiled.

You moved your hands up to his neck, and slowly unbuttoned his black uniform as you kissed him, and you sucked his lower lip gently as you pulled away.

'Yeah, that's it, sweetheart,' Sihtric husked, and he grabbed your waist firmly while one hand moved up into your hair, and he parted your lips along with his as he kissed you passionately.

You continued to unbutton his black shirt while your tongues were deep into each other's mouth. Sharp gasps and soft moans filled the empty pub, and you both felt the sexual tension thicken quickly until it was unbearable, but was disturbed when your phone buzzed several times. You broke the kiss to read the texts you received, and you chuckled.

Hild: hey

Hild: I'm not spying on you

Hild: but I took a quick look at the camera because I know you're closing alone

Hild: and then I saw you're not alone

Hild: just don't have sex in the pub, please…

Sihtric laughed softly when you showed him the texts, and he looked up into the camera that was right above you. He smiled directly in the lens before he switched it off, and brought his eyes back on you again. You pulled his lips back to yours, and he took your phone out of your hand as you kissed him with a new kind of hunger. You finally ripped open his police blouse and stared at his muscular torso with heavy lidded, lustful eyes.

'Your boss said to not fuck here,' Sihtric chuckled and grazed your ear with his teeth while you ran your hands over his warm chest.

'Or what?' you asked innocently.

'I thought you were a good girl,' he murmured against your lips as he unbuttoned your jeans.

'Maybe you thought wrong,' you breathed and unclasped his black, leather belt.

'Oh, yeah?' Sihtric rasped and pulled your jeans down, 'or did you maybe lie to me about being a good girl?'

'What if I did?' you asked, and cupped his arousal through his uniform jeans.

'Well,' he hummed and groaned softly, 'lying to a police officer is considered a crime.'

'Then maybe you should arrest me,' you batted your eyelashes, 'officer.'

'Yeah, you'd like that won't you?' Sihtric said as he pushed you up on one of the cabinets behind the bar, and he spread your legs with his knee, 'you want me to handcuff you, hm?' he chuckled and reached for the metal cuffs attached to his belt.

You giggled in reply, and before you could even blink, Sihtric had your wrist cuffed and he gave you a cocky smile.

'Are you a good girl?' he whispered and slid his hand down your panties.

'No comment,' you said as you tensed up slightly.

'No comment?' Sihtric chuckled and slowly teased your wet folds while he cuffed your hand to a metal bar above you, 'I'll ask you again,' he said, and pushed two fingers inside you, 'are you a good girl?'

'Fuck,' you moaned at the feeling of his warm fingers inside you, and you tried to grab onto his open shirt with your free hand, but Sihtric stopped you and pinned your arm behind your back.

'Don't make me ask again, sweetheart,' he licked his lips slowly as he fucked you faster with his fingers.

'I… I- ah, god,' you moaned and threw your head back upon the feeling.

'So you're not a good girl?' Sihtric said and clenched his jaw, 'do you have any idea what I do to bad girls?'

You smiled with half open eyes and shook your head, biting down another moan.

'No?' Sihtric teased, and added another digit inside you, 'well, at least you're taking it like a good girl,' he chuckled, 'but I'll have to fuck you into a good girl again. You know how that works?'

You could barely speak, or even think as the cop smiled at you with his devilish smile while he thrusted his fingers in and out of you.

'I'll tell you how it works,' he said and brought his lips to your ear, and whispered, 'I won't stop until you cum on my fingers first,' he paused as you let out a heavy moan, 'and when you finally do, which,' he chuckled, 'won't take long, because I know you were already so… fucking…. wet for me as soon as you saw me walk in here tonight. Ain't that right, sweetheart?'

'Y-yes,' you moaned, and squirmed in his grip.

'Yes, officer,' Sihtric ordered.

'Yes, o-officer,' you squealed.

'That's it, good girl,' Sihtric smacked his lips and smiled, 'and after you cum, I'll taste you on my fingers, and you'll watch as I do so,' he said, 'and then you'll open that pretty mouth of yours, like a good girl, so I can spit in your mouth. And you will swallow it, why?'

'Because… I… I,' you breathed, 'I'm a g-good girl, officer.'

'Exactly,' he said, 'and after that I'll take that cuff off that metal bar,' he looked up above you, then back into your eyes as he continued to finger you, 'and I'll handcuff both your hands behind your back, and you will get down on your knees for me and let me fuck your pretty face until I cum on your tongue. Why?'

'F-fuck,' you moaned, 'please, I'm-'

'No,' Sihtric said sternly, and tightened his grip on your arm behind your back, 'you won't finish until I say so. Answer my question, darling. Why?'

'Because I'm a good girl, officer,' you cried out with ragged breaths.

'Exactly,' he chuckled, 'and you will take it like a good girl. And after I fucked that pretty face of yours, I'll sit you up on a table, your hands still cuffed behind your back, and I will eat your pussy until you scream out my name. And I will make you cum over and over again, just with my lips and tongue, sweetheart, until you beg for my cock. And then I will bend you over and fuck you so hard, so deep and so… fucking… good,' he breathed, 'that you'll still feel me inside you by this time tomorrow. And you'll be sore, probably,' he shrugged, 'but I know you'll be squeezing your thighs together all day tomorrow when you think of me, and you'll probably even consider to sneak off during your shift to get off on your own, knowing I'm just sitting right over there at my usual table, with a hard, leaking cock,' he chuckled as you began to mumble and beg, 'and you will ask me to to stay until closing time. And then I'll take you home with me, where I will fuck you so good again and again and again, until you confess you're in love with me. Why?'

'B-because… I'm… a… g-good girl, officer,' you murmured.

'That's right,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'because you're such a good girl. My good girl,' he whispered, 'now cum for me, sweetheart.'

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[so-i-did-this-thing]

I’m currently figuring out a lot in regards to my gender, but one thing I have found is that I feel most myself in vintage menswear. Any advice for someone still just beginning to explore that area of style and expression, especially when it wasn’t necessarily designed with their body in mind? For instance, are there any fashion eras, silhouettes, etc. that you’d recommend looking into?

These are all the benefits (though I don't need to bind now, post top surgery) I get out of my 1930/40s dapper style (with some dips into the 50s):

High waisted trousers with wide legs help hide hips and make you look taller.

Boxy buttonup shirts with low shoulder seams are great for binding and making shoulders look bigger and waists smaller.

Structured coats give the silhouette of a snatched waist and broad shoulders.

Thinner/shorter ties work well on someone with a slight frame.

Classic dress shoes/boots make the foot look longer.

Tight waistcoats help with binding and further make your shoulders look big and waist small, (though can draw attention to the hips).

Arm garters keep long sleeves from falling over onto the knuckles.

Cravats are a great way to beef up a slim neck

There are enough haircut & facial hair combos to contour face shape to be more masculine

Layers are sexy and further build the silhouette

What I would suggest is starting a look book of historic outfits you find attractive, then weed through them to find fits where the clothes do a lot of heavy lifting.

It also helps to know some of the basics of men's fashion throughout history, and How to Read a Suit is a good starter book.

My pinned post has a link to my wardrobe recs. Take all your measurements and be diligent about only buying things that will fit. When in doubt, go with your largest measurement. Be aware you will likely have to get trousers hemmed.

Start out with "new vintage" before buying anything actually rare/valuable. Take advantage of return policies. Be sure to get a complete vintage style outfit before evaluating - mixing/matching with modern cuts will rarely look good.

It takes a while to dial things in. But it can still be very fun and affirming!

[horrorvillaintourney]

HORROR'S NEXT TOP GENDER, ROUND THREE MATCH NINE: Amanda Young (Saw) vs. Adam/The Monster (Frankenstein)

PROPAGANDA FOR AMANDA:

"my girlboything with horrible haircuts, patron saint of merciless forgiveness, she's my boyfriend and my wife and her voice makes me see angels. she's butchfemme ("what, both at once?" yes.) and hates men. she's killed at least three cops."

"She's so very trans girl coded imo. she also managed to pull off that dubious haircut in saw X, and that alone is a powerful feat of gender. I get gender envy from her and I'm not even remotely a girl thats how gender she is"

PROPAGANDA FOR ADAM:

"Isn't their whole story about being brought into this world anew, fully formed, and then near immediately scorned by his creator because of one minute detail within, that he couldn't change? Isn't there something to be said about having to go out into the wilderness, only because of the consequences of your birth? I mean, i could go on about the inherent transgenderism of making a body in the first place but DAMN there is something to be said about the OG "making a body" story."

"While Frankenstein uses male pronouns for the creature, viewing the creature as a reflection of himself, the creature does not and the authors note from mary shelley refers to the creature with it/its. In addition, the creature is repeatedly paralleled with the female characters. Justine and the creature share similar experiences of having a same-sex creator who rejects them, neglects them, and insults them, but while Justine is able to find a home and recover the creature never is. They’re additionally tied together through Justine being blamed for William’s murder despite the creature being the real killer. Then later, the creature parallels itself to Safie. We call it the creature because that’s how it refers to itself, and while he refers to other people as “humans” to place distance between it and them, it takes a special liking to Safie and refers to it as a “creature” aswell. It takes this fascination to mean its attracted to women and should have a female companion and while that may be true i think theres a level of identification through the other it doesnt realize. Also something something base theme of the creature wants love and acceptance but cant get it because its society and creator are intolerant of it and view it as being agaisnt both nature and god. [...] TLDR I think if you brought Frankensteins monster into modern day it would choose to be some flavor of transfem or demigirl because it naturally relates to women while its masculine identity was forced upon it by its creator"

[sjsmith56]

Assignment Bucky Barnes, Chapter 24 - Under the Radar

Summary: Bucky and Sam undergo the process to change their appearance enough for them to go to the past and keep watch on Ariel while she was in Brooklyn in the 1940s.

Length: 4.5 K

Characters: Bucky, Sam, Merton, Peri, Will Greening.

Warnings: See author’s notes about name change. Culture shock, especially for Sam as he has to act like a black man in the 1940s. Will is a bit of a fanboy.

Author notes: Bucky, Sam, and Merton have been given new names to use in the 1940s and will be referred to by their new name as if they were a new character, modern Bucky is now Jim, Sam is now Thomas and the returned Merton is now Andrew (as he is still there in his other persona as Ariel's supervisor). The exception being when they are in conversation when Sam or modern Bucky forget and use their real names. Hopefully, it won't be too clumsy or confusing as I couldn't think of any other way that didn't get complicated.

<<Chapter 23

Once the Historian's security team arrived at Peri's residence to determine how the security protocols were breached the four of them returned to the Guild headquarters to begin changing their persona. Merton started first as he would be turned into a younger, darker haired version of himself with an eye colour change. When he came out of the treatment room he looked at Peri.

"I think I need a moustache or a goatee," he said.

"I agree," she said, nodding to the technician, "and a haircut."

Both men returned to the treatment room and when he came out with a moustache and goatee beard she was satisfied. Then she looked at Bucky, critically.

"His hair as a young man was dark brown with golden highlights due to working in the outdoors," she stated. "Make it darker, almost black, bring his full beard out and change his eye colour. Modify his voice box and see if you can get an artificial skin on his arm and hand. Maybe make it look like it's burned or disfigured.  Perhaps plump out his face a bit as well."

Bucky went willingly with the technician and came out about half an hour later. Peri checked his hand, shaking her head at how artificial it looked. Then she gave an exasperated sigh and shrugged.

"I'm unwilling to do a full persona change on him as the circuitry in his arm might be affected," she said. "This will have to do. There will be times you will be in proximity to Ariel. Don't engage her in conversation or show your full face to her. Keep it turned away or looking down." She looked at Sam. "Lose the beard but keep the moustache and make it more prominent. Grow out the hair and apply Murray's Pomade to it. Merton, make sure he gets a supply of it when you get there plus whatever he needs to wash it out. Sam, the biggest thing that you will have to do is act like a normal black man in 1940. You must be more deferential to whites. I hate to ask this of you because you can't draw attention to yourself or it could result in you being arrested or assaulted, especially by Nazi sympathizers. They were around in Brooklyn in 1940."

Sam looked at Bucky who shrugged in agreement. While he went with the technician Merton took Bucky to the clothing division. They usually kept an assortment of clothing from various decades on hand. The decision was made for them to take a small suitcase each then buy what they needed when they got there. Before Bucky could ask where the money would come from another individual came with wallets and driver's licenses for both of them. The wallets were full of cash. Sam's driver's license would be created when his persona was completed. As Bucky and Merton changed, Sam was just finishing his persona change then came in to choose his clothing, with a history expert guiding him on what black men in 1940 wore, how they acted and spoke. He gave Sam a very stern warning not to make any sort of comment to a white woman that could be misconstrued. Then he showed him how to apply the Murray's Pomade which Sam was not happy about wearing, complaining about the smell and texture. Finally all three men were ready to go and Peri looked them over, giving her approval to their look.

"You will be staying with Will Greening," she said. "He will be waiting for you at the portal. Merton, he doesn't know it's you on this, but he knows the mission is to protect Ariel. If he recognizes you make sure he realizes that you are to be known as Andrew Smith. Bucky, you are to be known as Jim Ference. Sam, you will be Thomas Paulson. If you get in trouble and find it necessary to contact Merton of that time period, you will use the code word "jitterbug" and he will respond with "fox trot." Be discreet, don't be obvious and above all else don't engage with your family, Bucky, if you can avoid it. I will be in regular contact through Will. Good luck."

The three men were escorted to the transport room and waited inside as the technicians did their calculations and adjustments. Sam was sent through first, then Bucky. Before Merton went through Peri came down to the transport room and ordered it cleared with all mikes and recording devices shut down. She looked at Merton with pain on her face.

"Stop them from taking our daughter, Merton," she said in almost a whisper, her voice trembling.

"I will," he said, his own face twisting with emotion as he placed his hand on her arm. "I promise."

He stepped into the portal and saw the blue and white pass him by, then the orange and red, before the blackness signalled the end of the journey. A hand entered the bubble and guided him out. He felt a moment of dizziness then recovered and saw both Sam and Bucky bent over, vomiting into a garbage can. Will took a good look at him.

"You were a better-looking man when you were young, Merton," he said, smiling. "What the hell happened?"

"Call me Andrew, Will," he said. "Time travel happened to me and too many years spent in the past. That's why this is likely my last assignment for both versions of me. You've been brought up to speed on our assignment?"

"Yes," he said, then he looked at Bucky and Sam. "It's a risk sending them, isn't it? Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson?"

"We had no choice," said Andrew. "They took Ariel from Peri's residence, broke all the security protocols to get her. There was no one else who could be spared or trusted. We don't know who else has been corrupted or has betrayed us. Have you kept up surveillance on Orville?"

The younger man nodded. "It was always part of my assignment. My recording device at his flat showed him making a call. He told them about Ariel and Bucky going to the concert tonight. He likely has a bug at Merton's apartment to find out other instances where they will be in a chaotic situation."

"I didn't tell him about the concert," said Andrew. "Someone else must have told him. Bucky, sorry Jim, do you recall mentioning it to anyone?"

"I told Steve in the afternoon, and Ariel when I picked her up from the library," replied Jim, looking up from having his face over the bucket. He wracked his brains trying to recall if there was anyone else. "I heard about it at the gym in the morning when I worked out. Teddy Burton was talking to someone about it, a guy I'd never seen before, tall, blond hair, blue eyes. That's all I remember although if I see the guy around, I can point him out."

"Well, we know there is an incident at Rockaway Beach tomorrow, then at the fireworks on July 4. Nothing else was known about any incident until September 1, when they went to the World's Fair, although that means nothing. We will still keep them under surveillance. These two have the muscle to handle anyone."

He looked at Jim and Thomas, satisfied they weren't throwing up anymore. Will nodded and gave them both a glass of water, gesturing for them to sit. As they sat Will looked intently at the two Avengers. Jim looked back.

"What do you want to know?" he asked in a resigned tone.

"The fall," he began. "Do you know how long you were at the bottom of the crevasse before you were found?"

"Not really," replied Jim. "I was in and out of consciousness. I remember coming to during the night and wondering why I was still alive. I also remember being dragged through the snow, trailing blood from my arm injury. It was light outside when that happened. Why?"

"Just speculation on the part of some of us historians that have studied you," replied Will. "You know how hypothermia can help protect the brain function of some drowning or freezing victims? We wondered if the same process saved some of your critical neural networks, hardening them off so that they survived the memory suppression process. Not just survived but rejuvenated due to the healing properties of the serum and the extended times you were in cryostasis which gave your brain time to heal."

Jim considered it. "I still forgot most of it at the time but they did eventually come back once I was out of their control. It's an interesting theory. When I return I'll bring it up with Shuri."

Will beamed. Andrew rolled his eyes somewhat wondering if their stay with Will would be like this often. He looked at his watch and synchronized it with Will's. Both men nodded.

"You feel well enough to get out of here?" asked Will.

The two Avengers nodded, Will shut the portal controls down, opened the trunk of his car and put their suitcases in. While Andrew opened the exterior doors of the abandoned garage and looked to see if there was anyone watching Jim and Thomas got in the back while Will drove out. Andrew closed and locked the doors then got in the front seat and they drove to Will's flat.

Will, who lived in Williamsburg, not far from the Barnes' home, had a flat above a barber shop. He worked as an accountant, having a small office in a building a block away. As they went up the stairs, he told them the historian he supervised needed his own room so Andrew would bunk with him while Thomas and Jim would share another room that had been used for storage.

"I'm sorry it's small," he said. "But there is room for two beds in there and if either of you are handy you might be able to build yourselves an under the bed dresser, although we could probably squeeze a couple of small armoires in there. There is only one bathroom, I'm afraid. I've told the landlord that you are friends looking for work. With the extra people he's raising my rent so you'll have to find work, not on the docks I'm afraid, Bucky ... sorry Jim. The landlord isn't happy about you being here either Sam, sorry Tom. It's going to take a while to get used to calling you those names."

They walked into the flat and met the other historian who stood up from the kitchen table. He looked at the three men. To his credit he didn't indicate he recognized them when they were introduced. But Jim recognized him and came forward.

"Corporal Arnold Moffat?" he said. "You were a historian? The whole time?"

"Well, I've been here a year," replied Moffat. "You recognize me?"

"Yeah, you took the brunt of many of General Phillips' tirades when things didn't go well," he said incredulously, then looked at Will, who was shaking his head. "Oh, he doesn't know what he's in for, does he?"

"No, he knows the General's history but not the history of his company clerk," said Will. "It wasn't recorded as it's not part of Arnold's assignment. Pretend you didn't hear that Arnold."

Jim shook his head at the weirdness of it all. Even though the environment felt comfortable the men here were not of this time. Considering he hadn't seen Will since July, 1940 then was told the man was killed just months later it seemed odd to be speaking with him now. For a moment he wanted to ask young Merton if Will was really dead but kept his tongue, knowing that it was a future event for the man, even though it was history for him. How he was going to keep it straight he didn't know but he had to. With a grimace he realized he had to stop thinking of Merton as Merton in this time ... he was Andrew.

They went to the room assigned to Jim and Thomas, where Will apologized once more about it being so small. There were two single beds, metal framed, with thin mattresses. They hadn't been made yet. Will brought a couple of stools in so they would have somewhere to place their suitcases.

"Mer ... Andrew, do you remember if you had any dressers or chests in the antique store that would fit in here?" asked Will. "I could always go and buy one, tell him that Arnold needed the storage space."

"No, nothing affordable," replied Andrew. "Mr. Greenblatt's second hand store a couple of blocks away might be a better option. Maybe you and Jim could go have a look while Thomas and I get settled."

Will looked at Jim who nodded, thinking he needed the trip to get reacquainted with the neighbourhood. Once they were on their way Will looked at Jim.

"How does it feel to be back here?" he asked.

"Strangely familiar," said Jim. "It's changed a lot since now. Do you know what's going on? I mean why Sam, sorry Thomas and I were in 2142?"

The other man shook his head sympathetically. "I assume you were brought in to help Ariel. I was there when they returned from this timeline. It was just days before I was assigned here, eight months ago for me. I couldn't even say anything to Merton when I met him here because it was still in his future. I haven't met her yet. She could barely walk when she emerged from the portal. Merton had to support her. You still love her, don't you?"

Jim didn't say anything at first, knowing he was the cause of her misery, then looked at Will. "She was just a memory until this morning, then Peri and Merton showed up at Sam's place. Seeing her at Peri's place brought it all back. I feel sick that I did that to her, my selfish need for validation hurt an incredible woman. I can't even talk to her in this time, just be there for her and make sure no one tries to take her or hurt her."

"All this jumping around in time isn't easy," said Will. "We get extensive training on it, how to keep our stories straight, how to avoid making comments that divulge future events, dealing with potential paradoxes. You're being put into a difficult position. I'm here if you want to talk and help you through it." They stopped at a traffic light and Will put his hand on Jim's arm. "I don't judge either. Your timeline couldn't be interfered with and getting her involved with you was pushing it. What happened is what's supposed to have happened. You have to believe that and let your emotions about it go. If this is part of what you have to do to make it right in 2142, then it's already happened. You just have to get through it from this end first."

Jim smiled weakly at Will, appreciating the support. He remembered back to when he met him, that July morning ... he looked at Will again.

"What day is it today?" he asked. "Andrew mentioned the concert. Is tonight the night of the Benny Goodman concert at Prospect Park?"

Will smiled. "I think it is although it's supposed to be a surprise to the people in this timeline. You can go, you know. It's free. Thomas will be safe there if he's with you and the crowd is big and diverse enough that you wouldn't be noticeable. I wouldn't mind going myself. It's quite the show, isn't it?"

Jim smiled and shook his head in wonder. "Yeah, it was an amazing show. You're serious about me and Sam ... Thomas going?"

Will nodded, as Jim's enthusiasm filled the car. "You might as well take advantage of your stay here. Plus, you're an extra set of eyes on Ariel at the concert. There's no record of any incident but who's to say your presence is what prevented anything from happening?"

At Greenblatt's second-hand store they found two small chest of drawers that Will figured would fit into their crowded shared bedroom. He still suggested that they could find a low foot locker somewhere that would fit under the bed for extra storage. After haggling a little with Mr. Greenblatt, which Jim found amusing having memories of his parents doing the same, they agreed on a price for both drawers and were able to put one into the trunk and the other into the back seat. When they unloaded them back at Will's place both men were gratified about how the pieces seemed to fit just right.

While they were gone Thomas had made both beds and was looking in the wanted ads for a job, wondering whether to go to the nearby grocery store to see if he could get on as a bag boy or stock boy.

"I'm going to have get used to being called boy in this time, aren't I?" he said, to no one in particular.

"Unfortunately yes," replied Andrew. "It's better than the N word, marginally. If you hear that word, be prepared for violence. Try not to be out on your own, especially at night."

Jim looked at Thomas. "Remember how I listened to Marvin Gaye's Trouble Man album just for you?"

"Yeah," replied his friend, dragging the word out a bit. "Why?"

"That's a good album," interrupted Will, then looked at the two men who regarded him with shocked eyes. "What? I like the 20th century Motown sound. Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson, Jackie Wilson, The Supremes, The Temptations; all of them." He noticed Andrew slightly frowning at him. "I'll shut up now."

"Anyway, tonight is the Benny Goodman Orchestra playing live, for free, at Prospect Park," said Jim. "Now's your chance to hear my music the way it's supposed to be heard, in person with people dancing to it."

Thomas looked at Andrew. "We're allowed to do that?" he asked.

"I don't see why not," he replied. "They've pulled most of our security team back to 2142 to look for Ariel. You could take their place, Will as well." He looked at the young historian. "I can see you want to go. Just because no incidents were reported doesn't mean that something didn't happen. We're not exactly here officially as we don't want to tip our hand to the enemy, if we can help it."

The three men looked at each other with anticipation. Despite being here reluctantly a part of Jim wanted to see Benny Goodman live again, plus have the opportunity to see Ariel at the beginning of their relationship when everything between them was so new and exciting. He would make sure she was safe, especially when she ran out of the concert to deal with what he told her. In the meantime, Thomas found an ad for an assistant at a fish mongers. Will looked at the ad then looked at him critically.

"You know about fish?" he asked.

"I grew up in a commercial fishing family," said Thomas, looking at the ad. "I can haul the crates in, clean them and arrange them for the display case. I know my fish."

"Just making sure, as it's not for everyone," he said. "It pays well, even for a black man. I wouldn't walk through the neighbourhood alone to get there but if B... sorry, Jim goes with you it should be okay. You're both big men that can obviously handle yourselves. There's a grocery near there that's always asking for help. He could try to get on there."

Both men set out for the fish monger's as Jim remembered the way. As they walked he pointed out places he remembered to Thomas, telling him little anecdotes of experiences he had in each spot. When they got to the neighbourhood that Will warned them about he shook his head.

"This is a bad neighbourhood," he cautioned. "I didn't walk here much as a boy and certainly wouldn't let Steve near it with his mouth and attitude."

"Doesn't look so bad," said Thomas. "A little rough around the edges."

"They don't like outsiders," said Jim. "If you do get this job and we're on different shifts try to take the long way around this area."

No one approached them although they did get some unfriendly looks. When they arrived at the fishmonger's, Jim told his friend to remove his cap, stay polite and humble, and don't interrupt. With an incredulous look that said he couldn't believe what Jim was asking him to do Thomas nodded and entered the shop. Jim watched from outside then went into the grocery store and applied for a job there. Because of his size the owner asked why he didn't get a job on the docks so he raised his gloved hand.

"Bad burns on my arm weakened it," he said. "I can handle lifting in a grocery store but it can't take the stress of working on the docks. I've tried."

"How did you get burned?" asked the owner, still not sure.

"Ran into a burning building to save someone," lied Jim. "The ceiling collapsed, and a piece hit my arm. Look, Mr. Malloy. I can do the job. I'm sensitive of how my arm looks so I need to keep my arm and hand covered. Why don't you give me a week's trial to see for yourself? I won't let you down."

"Okay, you show up at 8 am on Monday morning," he said. "We'll try you out. I'm closed on July 4, but you be here on the Friday and Saturday at 8 am. I'll decide Saturday whether you've got the job permanent."

"Thank you, sir, you won't regret it," said Jim, smiling.

He extended his hand to shake Mr. Malloy's hand in agreement. When he came out Thomas was waiting, with a smile, to say he also got the job, having correctly identified several fish, and demonstrated how to clean a fish properly. He also was starting Monday morning but at 7 am.

They both returned, taking an alternate route that Jim insisted would be safer for both of them to take. When they arrived Will was getting ready for the concert so both of them changed into something lighter, already finding it very warm. Boarding the bus they sat near the back, not wanting to draw any attention to them. Just like the bus ride younger Bucky took with Ariel and Steve to the concert, there were ripples of excitement through the people also heading to the concert at the rumour that it was the Benny Goodman Orchestra. When they arrived they sat on the opposite side from where Jim remembered sitting with Ariel and Steve, not wanting to risk being recognized, even though his hair and eyes were darker and he wore a full beard. He did watch the area where they sat and pointed them out to Thomas on their arrival.

"Damn, he was a little guy," he remarked about Steve. "He added what, 8-10 inches and over a hundred pounds? That pretty woman with you two, that's Ariel?"

Jim nodded. "Go ahead and say it," he muttered. "I'm saying it to myself right now."

"Naw, that would be too cruel," replied Thomas. "She was beautiful and it's obvious you both had something special going on. You only knew each other a few days?"

"I just met her Tuesday." The dark-haired man shook his head. "I fell hard for her. She didn't know how to dance to this music, said it was because it wasn't played much in Montana, square dancing was more popular. She let me dance with other women although I came back for the slow ones. Had never met a girl that wasn't jealous about me dancing with other women."

The concert started and although the first few songs were slow songs Thomas could understand their appeal, especially as he noticed his partner watching his younger self dancing with Ariel. When the quartet played The Man I Love, Thomas nudged Jim.

"Is that Lionel Hampton on the vibraphone?" he asked.

"I believe it is. Goodman often hired black musicians to play with him. Wait until the swing numbers start. You'll see dancing like you wouldn't believe from everyone."

When the band started to pick up the tempo and the swing dancers took up the open dance space in front of the band Thomas smiled at seeing younger Bucky up there getting his groove on. Even Jim had a small grin on his face. Then suddenly he was gone and Thomas noticed Ariel running away to the back of the crowd.

"Should I go?" he asked Will.

The historian shook his head. "Let them be," he said. "I just see younger Bucky going after her and if Jim is watching he'll make sure nothing happens to her."

At the back of the crowd Jim made his way to where he could see Ariel at the pond. He stayed in the shadows where he wouldn't be seen. No one else came for a minute until he saw his younger self arrive. It was the strangest feeling seeing this replay in front of him. His hearing was sensitive enough that he could understand everything that was said and a part of him felt like a voyeur for being there. As the young couple embraced then made their way back to their seats Jim prepared to return to his own seat until he noticed a man coming out of the shadows on the other side of the pond, watching the couple. As the other man stepped into a beam of light that reached into the darkness the older version of Bucky felt himself tense up. The tall blond-haired man was the same man at the gym that he mentioned to Andrew. What was more interesting was that he looked very familiar to him on this second encounter so many years later. If he didn't know better, he would say it was a much younger version of Alexander Pierce.

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👕Character whose fashion you like.

Phoar! Startrek really isn't a show I associate with being fashionable. It's very camp isn't it? In theory a lot of the wardrobe is really cool and they wanted to gain that retro-future aesthetic. Did it work? I'm not sure. However it does make a statement. The Startrek aesthetic is really recognizable and that's important! I think that's where modern trek kind of looses the plot. It's not as careful about the unique visual design as a whole anymore and as a result it doesn't settle in our minds. Is it bad artistry? No but it's not as stringent. What I mean by that is older trek cared about nuance. For example every haircut was done the same way on men, or suits were tailored in a way to look sleek but practical (they weren't). Gaudy patterns were important to denote things like status. It looks ugly on the outside but when you're watching the show it envelops you and makes you feel welcomed into the universe.

I digress.

To answer this, the most fashionable character, hands down, is Quark! That mfer always looks good, and has the finest drip in the galaxy. Love that.

🥲 ST moment that makes you cry.

There are two moments that make me particularly sad. Kate's acting in the climax of Resistance is incredible. I read somewhere she had a special-wink-wink- relationship with the Director in the early seasons and she was being tested by this episode in some regard. I think it paid off. I treasure any time her captain-hood is removed, and the extreme vulnerability of Janeway is on display-MWAH MWAH poignant. This episode is beautifully intimate, particularly this scene. It's overall gorgeous and unique in how she whispers to him, as if there is nothing more important than to secure his peace of mind as he dies, and it's heart rending when it ends with her just crouching there, emotionally alone. I love how Janeway is forced into the father-daughter dynamic between her and Caylem, one that she would ordinarily resist (heh themes) because I think it inherently weakens her status. The back and forth throughout the episode of them taking care of each other's welfare is so it's terribly sad when it's torn down and we discover the truth behind Caylem's family. If you've dug around her character you know that her Admiral-Father has had impact on her life. She's haunted by him in both a figurative way by being a Captain, and literal sense later on in Coda. Much like Caylem, she looses her father in a violent manner that she has to carry around while she forges ahead. It also reflects well on Kate's relationship with her actual father, she recently revealed that she was never able to get him on her page, but in spite that she adore him with all her might. So a scene like this is really revealing-I believe she was able to draw upon those feelings and that's kinda neat to be so raw as an actor. SIGH.

This one just straight up made me cry fr because Prodigy s1 is a really mature, well done piece of (Startrek) media. Holo Janeway has an irony about it where in the end she is program designed to be a teacher, and she didn't expect to develop a strong bond with the crew. Her final moments are of displaying a huge amount of selflessness and courage to help the kids get out of trouble, similarly to how Janeway would approach dire circumstances. The music swelling and the ship activating is just OOOOF!!! I love how it parallels Dal's initiation of the first Protojump in a Moral Star. By that means It suggests how proud she is to get to do this for them. As a character she is really interesting to think about, in a way I can't entirely articulate. A lot of her moments are quite sad in general, she has to keep an active role so she isn't ignored, and help where help is needed, but at the same time she has constraints, one being that she manipulated by the antagonists. And In contrast to that, the kids do their best to help her feel like she is important and more than a command program to be used insincerely. She grew to love the Protostar crew, that's evident in her body language in this scene. She has a lot of depth overall. Equal to the real Janeway she deeply feels love, guilt and pain, but importantly she is transformed by the her time on the Protostar and while active, learns and grows with Dal, Rok-tak, Zero, Jankom and Gwyn. It's REALLY sweet that they care all care about each other.

I love her and I love JANEWAY!!!!

🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture.

Ooooh I love all behind the scenes stuff. My brother in Christ It's super difficult to just name one thing and I'm very greedy!! I wish we had more BTS content for Voyager but sadly, it's a matter of grab what you can, however you can. Anyway, I have an inherent interest in seeing the cogs behind the wheel. I chose these samples because I think they're charming.

The continuity polaroid's are so fun and a lost technique, I like to think about assistants having to pull the actors aside and asking them to take those. How daunting! Kate's grin in the one where she is offset is SO cute. So she must have been in a good mood, super Cheeky!

Following that is a screenshot from a video of her having her makeup done. A rare catch. I like this because she often sooks about how much time hair and makeup was spent on her to become Captain Janeway. I get it's a huge time-sink, but love or hate it, the full irony is that her early season appearance is really iconic and in it's own right adds to Captain Janeway's sensibility. Silly goose Kate! Besides that, she looks hot checking herself out, haha.

Moreover, I love on-set editorial photos of actors in costume. While we did have heaps of them in the Starfleet uniform, I wish we had a larger collection with clearer releases, it would have given an opportunity to see in things of interest better detail. Particularly the lower half of unique costumes. For whatever reason special outfits weren't often established or framed for us to see the legs in the show, so a nice big photograph would have solved that. Also I love that these style of pictures capture an impression of an episode without giving it away.

Similarly, fly on the wall on-set photos are cool. They're way more intimate and candid than anything else and it makes me feel as though I am spying on the actors, but they're also a good way to document how things might have been on set.

The Timeless one is interesting too because it's of a deleted scene, we never see Chakotay look at a dead Janeway (how deliciously macabre!), but at some point in time it was in the script and they filmed it.

Hmm this bts picture of Janeway in the Cardigan is adorable! I believe it was worn by Kate for a Charity but look how cute she looks? Makes me wish we saw her mess around with things like that more because 7 Years is a long ass time to be in uniform everyday ( coming from someone who went to school in a Uniform and enjoyed it for the most part). Casual Fridays anyone?

I love this gif. It's from the first shoots of Caretaker and Kate looks so radiant! Her smile is is breathtaking! Whenever I see this gif I get a sense of delight. Poor thing had no idea what she was getting herself into, haha. Really though, check out the original Caretaker photos, they're super-cool. The history behind it is fascinating; I'd love to see more footage from that version of the pilot episode. Unfortunately, it's probably not preserved well, much like lots of Paramount's historical material.

On a similar trend, it's fun to see this set of pictures too. It's for the First Contact film / maybe the Universal studios ride, when she reprised her role as Vice AdmiralJaneway. Kate was genuinely delighted to do this cameo and it shows. As per her operandum she put her whole self into this small segment and that's so darling. It makes me wish we had more of this Janeway at that point in time. I love post Endgame chubby-Janeway. In a fictional sense it denotes that she is comfortable or stressed to be an Admiral (sadly it's the latter in real life) or whatever and I love that for her.

These kind of pictures are fun because it's been said that at times it was the most playful set to be on. There are tales that the cast were not that serious all the time. You get that impression here, and it's probably why the majority of them are still good friends to this day. They're like a family bros!!! Having worked in media I know that wrapping up after working on something for a long time is really rewarding and I bet they had a good time at parties.

Apropos previous, the opposite can be said. While they had fun, the hours were long and the scripts intensive. Kate was around for all of the episodes of Voyager in one way or another, and still managed to bring her A-game each time. She is truly admirable! Seeing her so exhausted is charming. She had a lot of weight to carry for the franchise and did an exemplary job performing her way through 7 years of weird and wonderful material. I wonder how often they fell asleep on set? I know I would. Get some rest queen!

Finally, I've been following Prodigy bts as best I can, and because of my career in animation I get pretty interested in Production art. I love seeing the fast metamorphosis of a visual style. It's really impressive how much attention they applied to the designs, maintaining the older stuff, while adapting a new frontier. One of the lead artists made some pretty neat observations to get Kate's appearance right. It's so cool that they documented that journey, because from my dabbling I know she has a very beautiful, distinct face that isn't easy to capture.

ANYWAY Thankyou for reading my fat thesis fellas. tl;dr i love this stinky Startrek Voyager and by extension the franchise.

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What hairstyle should I go for?

I need help choosing, my hairstylist fuck my shit every time, so don't worry about it. "It'll grow back" is my hair motto, I literally don't care, even if they would shave me unevenly bold.

Pussymullet - "modern mullet-mohawk" for pussies who only want to dip their dick half way and not have an actual mohawk aka what I had for 3 years now. Safe option, grows out nicely, but I'm bored of it. Also, too much effort to get it up, so it always ends up flopping down limply.

Youngerine - Wolverine's haircut from X-Men 2. Can't do from the first movie, because I don't have the curls. All Wolverine's hairstyles are ducktails btw, just differently length and styled

Middlerine - Wolverine's haircut from 2013 Wolverine movie.

Olderine - Wolverine's haircut from Deadpool & Wolverine movie. The only one that isn't duck's ass. My mom said she will disowned me if I choose such ugly haircut /j Please don't do this to me.