#okay but shaggy hair?? top tier design right there

[ethereii]

i went to see ATSV on sunday and it was 10/10 amazing, hobie has my heart even though i only understood like 50% of what he said throughout the entire film😭 been fighting a losing battle to spider verse brainrot all week and succumbed to making a spidersona 💕

so uh,, meet cam! he hides his face with his hair because after he got bit by the spider his eye color changed and he didn’t want to be conspicuous(yet he finds himself in situations where the attention is shifted to him at the worst times). i had actually started developing this oc when ITSV came out but didn’t fully commit till now. hopefully i’ll flesh him out some more. i definitely plan on going to see ATVS in theaters again, been listening to the soundtrack nonstop…

[seven-oomen]

(1)Yay for getting more clues to what happened! Also, I'm feeling inspired, and have some thoughts/headcanons/etc about our 90s kids (not at all influenced by my own vague and hazy memories of the early 90s...) that I would really like to share with someone else that might (I hope) appreciate them. So buckle up, here we go (hope none get lost): First off I stand by my previous statement that Noah was totally grunge. He was 100% that shaggy haired kid in ratty flannel, ripped acid wash, and Docs

(2) hanging out at the mall arcade and totally owning everyone at Mortal Kombat (I cannot help myself.) Chris was a little more minimalist punk; faded black jeans and black band t-shirts,ducking into Hot Topic to pick up a studded belt and look longingly at the frilly Goth shirts that he knew Gerard would kill him for buying. He kept his hair comparatively short for hunter reasons, but let grow out on top as a tiny act of defiance. Peter I feel would have leaned a little more towards casual

(3) chic; sort of grunge/punk influenced, but more designer labels. Totally rockin' that Young Hercules hair, too. (I really need to see that show someday, it looks like a fantastic trainwreck.) He would be the one who'd walk into Spencer's and head right for the "adult" section with no shame whatsoever (they're a novelty/band merch/random weird crap type shop, they're still around and have a website if you don't know what I'm talking about.) He'd also be the one getting them thrown out of

(4) said store for inappropriate behavior in the back section where the blacklight posters were displayed (he just really wanted to see if it made the purple in Noah's eyes brighter and to check Chris's clothes for "mystery stains", okay?) Melissa would be absolutely owning the high ponytail/poufy bangs/scrunchie look, hoop earrings jingling, cropped sweater and perfectly fitting mom jeans catching envious looks as she dragged Claudia into Suncoast to buy the newest Selena album. Claudia I see

(5) having a more hippie-inspired grunge look; flannel shirts and tiered skirts, or plaid babydoll dresses layered over long sleeve tees, both with butterfly clips and brightly colored, mismatched Chucks. Natalie (because why not throw a few more adults in here?) would have been floral babydoll dresses (not entirely unlike her daughter), or pastel short suits over colorful tights when she wanted to impress, hitting up Claire's for butterfly clips and Alice bands. Rafael would have been more

(6) your traditional preppy type; brightly-colored polo shirts and pleated chinos, working as the manager at the mall theater, constantly having to send poor, hapless usher/clerk Fins took (probably casual jeans and t-shirts jock when not in work uniform) to chase the group out for trying to theater hop, or some combo of Chris/Noah/Peter for inappropriate behavior (I feel that would be a theme for those three.) I also still stand by my feelings on a Triskele 3-way friendship necklace set.

(7) I mean, it would break into "revenge" spirals, how perfect is that for Peter? Maybe a Tree of Life/Nemeton style one for Noah and Claudia, and a bullet style set for Chris and Melissa? Also still believe that Peter totally got them Official Hale Pack Members leather jackets at some point. (Or for more feels, maybe John or Talia gifted them?) Uh...I think that was everything? Or at least, all I can recall right now, I'm sure there was more, but, well hamster brain... Anyway...enjoy?...

All I can say to all of this is yes, basically XD. I think I was mostly thinking in the same lines for what Peter, Noah, and Chris would have dressed like. Hadn’t really considered the others, but now I definitely want to write a prequel to Once upon a time that is just the boys getting together and having shenanigans with their friends in the 90s. Because the nostalgia is real. I only consciously got the fashion near the end of the 90s, since I was born in ‘91. But man, those were wild days and I long back for the days of wallet chains, those weird but really comfy baggy jeans and overalls. Those were some times.

(And I am so watching Young Hercules now, I’ve found it online and it’s apparently a movie with Ian in it, so yeah, done.) XD

But yeah here’s what I have on the boys��� fashion right now (at least in the outfits they’re introduced in):

Chris: 

Faded black jeans with a studded belt and combat boots, a green day shirt, dog tags, and a biker jacket. Paired with a short hairdo that’s short on the sides but kinda longer on top that gives him an untamed mess kinda vibe.

Noah:

Paint-splattered black ripped jeans, white shirt, black doc martens with yellow laces, and a red plaid flannel shirt that he ties around his middle. His curly blond hair is always shaggy and he’s constantly tucking it to the sides because it has a tendency to fall in front of his eyes. 

Peter:

Black tight designer jeans paired with a chain and black leather designer boots with a  white shirt that has a black howling wolf on it with the words ‘hungry like the wolf’ written in white in the creature and a wolf tooth necklace around his neck that’s definitely one of his own canines that he found in the woods after a run. And of course, a designer leather jacket that has a small triskelion engraved in the collar. Because Peter is very extra, thank you. He’s got longer locks that fall just past his ears and kinda curl at the last few inches.

-

I’ve definitely written down the idea for the Triskelion necklace and the Hale jackets. I fucking loved that idea so much when you first suggested it and I haven’t been able to let it go. So yeah, that’ll definitely show up in the story at some point because man, I am living for it. I love when you start rambling tbh because you say the best things and I can’t help but just go: 

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot - “Spring Hop” (Rated T)

Kurt's Spring Hop performance is full of surprises, including, but not limited to, an unlikely, quasi-friendship between Sebastian Smythe and Blaine Anderson. (1472 words)

Okay, yeah, so sue me xD This comes right after "Snow Time". The song Kurt skates to is "I Need Your Love" by Shaggy, and this is the outfit he's wearing.

Read on AO3.

“So, did you see him before he went to the back to get ready?” Blaine asks, trying, from the bleachers, to peek over the wall that separates the ice from the staging area.

“Yeah,” Sebastian says, doing the same thing. He’s got a few inches on Blaine, and he can feel smug about that, but it’s not helping him. From their seats, they can’t see anything but a few other volunteers, and the last two performers making their way to the bleachers.

“And how did he look? Was he nervous?”

“Nah, he’s got this. I mean, he’s been here all day helping out. And it’s just a recital, not a competition. I don’t think he’s too nervous.”

Sebastian doesn’t want to be talking about this with Blaine. He wants to sit alone and fantasize while his handsome boyfriend dominates the ice. But now, he’s sulking. He’s making nice-nice with Mr. Sex-on-a-Stick for Kurt’s sake, though it burns him to the core that Blaine Anderson isn’t actually that bad a guy. In fact, outside of Kurt, Sebastian and Blaine actually have a few things in common. Some of the music Blaine likes that Kurt doesn’t, Sebastian does. Same with movies, video games, and a few TV shows. And regardless of Sebastian’s insecurities, Blaine is not trying to steal his boyfriend away from him.

But Sebastian is still miffed he’s here because Blaine Anderson is, unintentionally, showing Sebastian up.

Blaine is wearing his signature leather jacket over a crisp, clean, red polo, indigo jeans sliding into black Magnum boots, the tops of which he’s opted to keep stylishly untied. In his hand he’s holding a single white rose – a present for Kurt, which he was gallant enough to run by Sebastian first to make sure it was okay, promising on pain of a toe pick to the groin that he wouldn’t say word one to Kurt if Sebastian said no.

Yup, Blaine Anderson is a stand-up guy … the ass.

Sebastian, on the other hand, barely had time to get out of his hockey gear before racing across to this rink because practice went too long. He’s still wearing his padded compression shirt and his hockey pants even though he brought a change of clothes with him. Unfortunately, they’re still on their hanger in the locker room while he’s sitting, mildly sweaty, beside a boy who looks like a GAP model and smells like an Armani ad.

“What was he wearing?” Blaine asks, completely oblivious to Sebastian’s plight. “The blue outfit or the red?”

“He was wearing the blue one earlier,” Sebastian says, annoyed that Blaine has this level of involvement in Kurt’s life that Kurt discussed costume choices with him, “but he might have changed seeing as there was … uh … a small incident … involving snow.”

“I see.” Blaine smirks, which infuriates Sebastian. He has a feeling that, at some point during the day, Blaine Anderson found out exactly what happened to the pant leg of Kurt’s blue costume. “And you haven’t seen his routine yet?”

“No. He wouldn’t let me watch him practice. He said it was a surprise.” Sebastian gets a venomous thought and asks through grinding teeth, “Have you seen it?”

“Nope. He wouldn’t show me, either. He said if I wanted to see it, I’d have to come here.”

“And you came. Yay,” Sebastian mutters, and a chuckling Blaine bumps him with his shoulder.

The lights lower, a signal to the audience that the next performance is about to begin.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The management, coaches, and instructors at the Westerville Ice-plex would like to thank you for attending this year’s Spring Hop, showcasing some of the best students that our award winning skate school has to offer!”

Applause rises up from the audience, along with a few whistles, but Sebastian rolls his eyes. He hates the salesmanship of it all, but that’s how the skate school runs. These recitals should be a chance for the kids to strut their stuff whether they’re competitive skaters or not, but the reality is that without new students coming in, the skate school doesn’t run. So every opportunity they have to sell people on it, they take it.

Kurt’s performance will be no exception.

And the rink will get their money’s worth since he’s the one everyone in the stands is waiting to see.

Most performers only get a minute to perform, two minutes tops, but longer slots were reserved at the end for a handful of exhibition performances by top tier skaters. This would be the time Sebastian would be performing if he’d opted to participate. The last slot went to Kurt.

And the bleachers are packed.

“Now, for our final performance of the day, skating to a song he’s dedicating to his boyfriend, Westerville Ice-plex’s own premier junior hockey coach and six time gold medalist, Sebastian Smythe …”

A spotlight finds Sebastian in the audience and lights him up, and Sebastian’s face goes white.

“What the …?” he mumbles past a forced smile, raising a hand to wave to the clapping audience. Sebastian isn’t upset at being outed. If anyone from here to Timbuktu doesn’t know he’s gay and that he and Kurt are dating, then they’re blind and stupid. It was announced on national TV, for corn’s sake. And he had a feeling that Kurt would be dedicating his performance to him. Kurt had to have given his permission for that announcement to be made. He just didn’t think that the Westerville Ice-plex would be progressive enough to make that kind of a statement, especially in front of this large a crowd.

The fact that no one is booing or leaving makes Sebastian a bit emotional.

“It’s Pride Month, Smythe.” Blaine snickers, giving him a shove. “Salute or something. Represent.”

“Oh, I’ll represent.” Sebastian raises his other hand to give Blaine a completely different type of salute, but Blaine intercepts it. A second later, the spotlight returns to the ice.

“… put your hands together for premier junior skating coach and eight time gold medalist in singles and dance team, Mr. Kurt Hummel!”

“Wow. They don’t give us intros like that over at our rink.” Blaine says, applauding. “That was a little over-the-top, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but he deserves it.”

Blaine nods. “That he does.”

Sebastian applauds till his hands sting as he attempts to outdo Blaine, but he almost misses his hand and smacks Blaine in the face when Kurt takes to the ice, circling with arms raised and garnering louder applause.

When Sebastian glances over at Blaine, the boy looks just as stunned as he does.

“Uh, have you seen that costume before?”

Sebastian has to swallow before he can answer. “N-no. Have you?”

“Nu-uh.”

Both the blue costume and the red one, which Kurt had modeled for Sebastian days ago, were rhinestone embellished and tighter than healthy, as is Kurt’s signature style in fashion on and off the ice. But both of those costumes are relatively tame compared to this.

What Kurt is wearing – skintight black pants and a sheer, long-sleeve shirt, the front a panel of black lace with a low-cut V-neck – is positively criminal.

Kurt sets up in the center of the ice, knee bent and arms raised, fingers covering his eyes in a Madonna-esque “Vogue” sort of way. The music starts, the sultry rhythm filling the rink, and Kurt begins to move.

I need your love,

I need your love,

I need your lo-o-o-o-o-ove …

A hand through his hair, a sway of his hips, and the most seductive backward spin Sebastian has ever seen Kurt perform has the crowd in an uproar, but Sebastian doesn’t cheer with them … because he can’t pick his jaw up off the floor.

“Sebastian Smythe” - Blaine clamps a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder and, for the first time, Sebastian doesn’t shrug him off - “you are one lucky man.”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” he says. In more ways than one. Because Kurt’s skintight outfit and his gorgeous body aren’t the extent of his worthwhile attributes, neither is his incredible talent. Sebastian is lucky because Kurt is smart as a whip, witty, and fun. He can hold his own, he’s confident, he’s loyal.

He’s compassionate, loving, and amazingly forgiving.

Sebastian he can’t discredit the costume altogether, or the talented boy who designed and made it since that is Kurt as well. Kurt makes all of his costumes – another little tidbit that Sebastian discovered that makes him admire Kurt even more.

Kurt’s first jump combination goes far towards not only showcasing his strength and supernatural flexibility, but also the expert fit of his pants, and Sebastian feels his own clothes become uncomfortable.

He isn’t sure he’ll be able to convince Kurt to keep that costume on during their scheduled make-out session, but he sure as hell plans to try.