#richard wears socks to bed

[macaulaytwins]

Mornings at Hampden College

[lonesomedotmp3]

unreal how cold it is right now. it's LATE APRIL!!!!

[little-annie]

Thanks to the @strangerthingswritersguild for the prompt and @eyesofshinigami for the brain worm 🪱 our conversation created.

Did you know in fan fic writing the term Rubber Ducking refers to bouncing ideas off of each other/ brainstorming with friends? Well I didn't. I thought it was a sex thing.

From that, this idea was born.

Rubber Ducking | M | 873 WC | Steddie | Buckingham

It was a cold February night when the first sighting occurred. The air in the apartment had felt different. Charged with an electricity Robin couldn't explain.

Something was happening. And at first she had thought it was an anomaly, then maybe a coincidence. 

But then it kept happening. 

Those black empty eyes met hers and mere hours later the sound of the city was lost to the wails of the night.

It sounded like torture.

Like the stripping of flesh and bones.

But even more horrifically, Robin learned it was anything but.

Sure, there was flesh and bone, but how Steve apparently getting absolutely railed by Eddie in the next room over had any connection to the rubber ducky that ended up on the living room coffee table every so often, Robin hadn't the slightest clue.

She just knew that unfortunately there had to be one.

A few weeks later, sitting at the breakfast bar and trying to ignore the low hanging neckline of Chrissy's already frankly obscene tank top, Robin notices the presence of yet another rubber ducky.

This one donning a Sailor's hat and suit. Similar to the one she remembers her and Steve wearing in their days at Scoops Ahoy. 

Not twenty minutes later she's met with Eddie asking if she knows where Steve hid his old uniform. Regrettably she tells him, and that night goes to bed taking precautionary measures with foam plugs in her ears.

The following week there's a light blue ducky on the coffee table instead, then a grey ducky the week after. Then after a few more weeks there's what appears to be a leather daddy ducky. 

Sometimes in between there's a plain normal rubber ducky.

“You figure it out yet?” Chrissy asks one evening, plopping down onto the couch next to Robin and setting her feet in her lap.

God what she wouldn't do for this girl and her polka dot pink fuzzy socks.

Looking over at the boys who are now apparently disgustingly in love, and currently trading lazy kisses and giggles back and forth in the loveseat, Robin sighs, “Unfortunately.”

She nearly had the code cracked before a drunken Steve had told her what it all meant.

Original Ducky = Someone is horny.

Sailor Ducky (Sir Butterscotch) = Someone wears the Scoops uniform. 

Light Blue (Richard) = Someone wants to give / receive head.

Grey (Bari) = Someone wants to be tied up/do the tying up.

Leather Daddy = "You really don't want to know Robin.”

So essentially flagging, she figures, but with various types of rubber duckys, which is horrific in its own way.

Now when one of them is feeling it, they pick a rubber ducky of their choosing and leave it out on the coffee table as a subtle way of asking for the represented attention.

“Sex Duck,” Robin sighs, leaning her head against the back of the couch, turning to look at Chrissy, “They have a fucking sex duck.”

“Like that show with the sex mug?”

“Like the show with the sex mug.” She answers flatly 

Sure seeing the ducks at home was bad enough, but when they started appearing in the wild it was so much worse.

First in Steve's car on the dash, then Eddie's van, then one day at work when Eddie came sauntering in and pulled a light blue ducky from his pocket, tossing it in Steve's direction before walking off towards the employees only bathroom.

They think they're subtle, but really they're not.

It's just another Tuesday evening when a new ducky makes its way onto the coffee table in the living room. Traditional like the first, but donning a pink bow and black painted on lashes. Feminine. Cute.

Like a game, Robin's began trying to decipher the meaning behind every duck before Steve inevitably tells her. It helps her cope with the trauma. 

This one though, makes her wonder. 

Sitting on the couch staring probably a little too intensely at the newest addition to the boys collection, Robin hardly notices when Steve plops down beside her.

She startles when she notices him, his voice catching her off guard. “Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to figure out what kink of yours this little lady represents.”

Steve hums and Eddie joins them shortly after, settling in the rocking chair across from them, giving the ducky the same odd look Robin had been moments ago.

“Whatcha doing, Buck?”

She gestures to the duck, “Figuring out her deal.”

Feminization maybe?

“Chrissy?” Eddie asks

“What?” Robin looks up from those cute long lashed eyes, “No. Your duck.”

Next to her Steve huffs a laugh, crossing his arms and leaning back against the couch. “Not our ducky, Rob.”

What?

“Course it is.”

“Not our ducky, Babe.” Eddie repeats Steve's words.

It has to be. “Well it's not mine.” Robin grumbles.

“No, no Rob it's not.” Steve nudges Robin's knee with his, “Maybe it's meant for you though.”

No.

No?

Looking far too excited, Eddie smirks, “Chris is in her room isn't she?”

Well… it… it wouldn't hurt to check would it? Maybe the boys are just teasing her, playing a game. But on the off chance they're not…

“You gonna go get your girl, Rob?”

Jesus Christ, she's going to, isn't she?

[hanihazeljade]

Three Events

Tim had three events that had planned for the day. The tailor, Tamara Fox and the graves of his parents, and there is some surprises.

CW: cursing

Part 4 of Three Weeks

Prev - Three Hopes

Next - Three Settings

The dinner was chaotic. 

Cassandra announced to everyone that Tim is going to sing at her wedding and Tim just kept on declining that offer, as he definitely did not agree on that but with enough joint force and egging of Jason and Damian, he agreed. Like he has a choice.

Tim doesn’t want to be in the centre, the spotlight, but he got a compromise that he will only sing in their wedding dance and he gets to be Cassandra’s man of honour. He will fight that position with tooth and nail, but apparently Cass’ already reserved that spot to him. Well he is very grateful that he doesn’t need to fight someone then. 

As the chaos of him singing live in the wedding, Jason decided to fan the flames by saying Timothy doesn’t have anything to wear for the wedding and in the most Wayne thing, they got reserved tomorrow for the fitting. No, Tim has a dress to wear for the wedding, thank you very much, but ever since when his opinion has any value in this household. 

He is slowly regretting leaving his serene life in Hokkaido. Just doing freelance modelling and photography to make him afford a large house for himself, and also his hard earned syphoned money from the funds that he rather not say.

The morning came before he could even open his eyes, his door was knocked at a vigorous pace and he decided to go back to sleep while pretending that he was still in Japan and he was not back in Gotham. But god forbid he wanted one day for himself, the knocks became louder and shouts were also accompanying the loud bangs on his door, and everyone wanted nothing else but his attention.

He didn’t answer the door but rather just walked towards the bathroom. He tried to wake his mortal body up and thankfully, cold showers do wonders to your sleepy soul and after he washed his face, he could finally stop thinking of ways of escaping back to Japan. 

He was cleansing his face when he heard his door was blown open. He rolled his eyes at this family’s antics and continued to do his morning routine. Not everyone is effortlessly pretty, Richard.

He wore his dark green robe when he went out of the bathroom. The scene that he witnessed is something weird even in Gotham’s taste. And that says a lot for a city with a clown as a main terrorist.

Richard and Jason were fighting over something that he rather not comprehend. Damian was sneering at his brothers. Alfred was looking over his wardrobe to see what he should wear to this tailor’s visit. The lovebirds and Bruce were out of sight. 

He went to Alfred and he was given a black cashmere turtleneck and khaki trousers. He thanks the man and goes back to his bathroom, because just because those mutts don't have any dignity, he should throw his dignity out of the window.

He came out and was instructed to sit down on his bed and Alfred put socks and shoes to his feet, like a delicate maiden. He is embarrased by this, like what in the actual fuck? He can put on his own shoes, Alfred, he is not a kid. Not anymore.

But he just let Alfred to just do it, let his old heart be spoiled. As he was being pampered by the old butler, he watched the chaos of Dick Grayson and Jason Todd in his vanity and he rather not want his things to be in the crossfire of the two idiots.

He was ready to go but Dick gave him a red scarf, Jason gave him a black hat, Damian put on a white earmuff and Cass gave him red gloves. And finally, they were on their way to the tailor. He wants to drive by himself as he also planned to visit Tam on Wayne Enterprise, but as he states that, Damian suggests that the two of them just ride together as he was also going later in the Wayne Enterprise. Tim didn’t think too much about it and he agreed.

Thank all the deities above as he was not stuck in awkward silence with Damian as he was knocked out five minutes in. He would normally be worried what will Damian do to him while sleeping, but he was now just Tim Drake, a past of the Waynes and a replaced member, but he was awakened by the gentle shakes of Damian.

He already has something to wear but maybe he should just change later in the reception with the dress that he brought from Japan. They were escorted to the purple section and he was shoved by at least three different purple suits. Fuck him.

After an hour of fitting different suits, he settled on a purple mandarin collar suit with gold accents. He paid for that discreetly, because god forbid, he is not a trust fund baby anymore. The suit will be delivered to the Manor and he is good to go.

Damian takes him to the Wayne Enterprise and he dashed out as he used his nepotism to find where Tam is so he can proceed to his plan of just pissing her off. He still doesn’t tell her anything about him being back in Gotham. She will kill him, absolutely, no doubt.

But fate is a bitch and he was mistaken as a model and he just doesn’t say anything, he is going on billboards and magazines, so that is going to be amazing, and he can add this to his portfolio. He was wearing a white collared polo with bow tie and black slacks. It was paired with black and white floral coat, and also the star product, the silk socks with black platform shoes.

This was a productive day and it will be more productive if he somehow meets Tam. And he did, at the cafeteria of Wayne Enterprise. No, Tim is not ordering a meal but rather just an espresso. Tam bought an ice coffee and then she proceeded to smack Tim upside in the head.

Tamara looked at him with disgust on her face, “Let’s talk in my office, you bitch.” and then she hugged Tim for a second.

Tim rolled his eyes, “I miss you too, dear.” as he grabbed his wallet and got his card.

“Pay for my coffee.” Tam said as she looks at him as if she’s thinking on how to kill Tim for not informing her.

And Tim loves his life so he just agreed, “Sure.”

After they receive their respective coffees, they go to Tam’s office to catch up.

Tam sat at her seat at her desk, “So, what is up? Took you seven years to come back.” she rolled her eyes, still kind of upset on having to be surprised that Tim is here in Gotham.

Tim approached the desk and sat halfway on it, “Cass is being married, can’t miss that, even to sacrifice my peaceful life in Japan.” he sulked, as much as he would rather have his life in Hokkaido, but he also love to see Cass walking down the aisle.

Tam chuckled, “You still a selfless bitch, I see.”

“I am not.” Tam looked at him with a sceptical stare.”I know my worth, darling. I am not a yes man anymore.” Tim said smugly.

“Of course, you are not.” Tam rolled her eyes, not believing every single thing Tim just said. She tidied up her desk as she asked, “I am basically done with my stuff, wanna have lunch with me?”

Tim brightened up with the idea, “The sushi place near here is still up?” Japan has good restaurants but eating sushi in your hometown will always taste better than ever. Nothing can beat the chemical infused fish of Gotham.

Tam nodded, “Yep. So, sushi?” Sushi lunches were one of their traditions every two weeks back when Tim worked on Wayne Enterprise. And it was really cheap for a conveyor-belt sushi place.

“Why not.” Tim shrugged but inside he was giddily as he would visit that place, the sushi in Japan is fresh and amazing, but he missed eating it with pollution and whatever chemicals in the waters of Gotham.

Tamara and Timothy walked to the sushi place as the place is like a 10-minute walk to the Wayne Enterprise. Tim was already telling the godforsaken accident earlier. 

“And they thought that I was a model, for god sake! I feel bad for the supposed model.” Tim narrates animatedly, with hands on the air and expressions are wide, something he picked up from watching too much anime.

Tam hummed, “Oh, right. You do modelling in Japan, I forgot.”

Tim joked, “Apparently my malnourished body is a standard of fashion in Japan. But work I guess.” Then he bumped Tam’s shoulder.

Tam giggled, “If it works, it works.”

The two continued to catch up as they started to have their fill of sushi. This is fun, the best Tim had for the past days, he was here. Tam and him might end their impromptu engagement with a slap and cold words but as Tim works in the Wayne Enterprise, Tam learned to be civil around him and they developed a strong friendship.

And also he missed having to just laugh with someone who knows everything he's been through that year. He doesn’t hide anything with Tam, Tam also doesn’t hide anything from him, especially her recent fascination with the resident bald baddie who is good with guns.

As the two exited the establishment, a familiar face greeted Timothy and Tamara. The only one that made it above his hatred of Ra’s Al Ghul, the one and only Vicky Vale. 

“Mister Drake and Miss Fox, are you rekindling the fire that once lost?” Vicky didn’t try to hide her intention and asked the question straight on. But instead of letting her get into his nerves, he just laughed, making Vicky Vale’s eyebrows meet.

“No, no, no. I love Tam as much as a mother could love her aborted child.” Timothy said with a smile and Tam just snorted beside him, “and sometimes we need to learn that rekindling a fire with soaked wood will never sparked a fire.”

Vicky Vale was taken aback by the “aborted child” comment, definitely not expecting such an answer from the well-mannered Timothy Drake back then, and asked another dumb question, “Why are you back in Gotham after seven years?”

“I just love Gotham so much that I might want to try some polluted air as the air in other countries is so pure and clean, I thought it would cure my lungs!” Timothy said with full of cheer in his voice, but Tam already saw through his bullshit as she started laughing.

Tam took a big breath and she leaned into the recorder Vale has, “And I am very much happy simping to my dearest beloved that wouldn’t want to accept my love proposals but I would not give up. Right, Tim?”

Tim just hugged her and patted her back, “That is right, do not give up Tam! It will get accepted someday!”

“This is why you are the only bitch I respect.” Tam said as the two walked back to the Wayne Enterprise, leaving a stunned Vicky Vale on the sidewalk. Vicky couldn’t believe, Timothy Drake and Tamara Fox are still friends after the break up and Timothy is supportive of Tamara’s new venture of love. This is not a big scoop but she still has some information to bloom.

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Tim dropped Tam off the Wayne building as he wanted to visit his parents. The visit was long overdue. 

He walked to the nearest flower shop to buy some lilies and peonies as that was his mother’s favourite. And it was a stapled flower in the household of Drake. Even if his parents are out of the country, he still bought flowers every week just in case his parents come home unexpectedly.

He hailed a cab and told him to take him to Gotham Cemetery. It was a long 25 minute ride, and during that time, his hands felt clammy and he was nervous. He doesn’t know what to say to his resting parents. He… He abandoned them. He is such a bad child.

As he was walking the cobblestone pathway towards his parents' graves, his chest began to feel heavy, he didn’t visit them for so many years and as he took the final step to be in front of the two gravestones, he put on a smile and gave the flowers to them.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad. I miss you.” Tim starts, “I was in Japan, escaping my problems here, so I am really sorry not to tell you before. You must feel that I abandoned you.” Tim couldn’t help it as tears began to cascade to his cheeks. “I am sorry for leaving but I did it for my own good, because I know if I stay here, I will break and nobody could fix me, so I left and started a new life with my old broken one. But I managed to heal myself there.”

Tim sat down between his parents’ grave, and caressed both of their gravestones, “I am so much happy now, more confident in me, and more pretty.” Tim chuckled as his own joke, his mother will love that one. “I came back here for Cass’ wedding, she is a sister to me. I gave her your wedding clip, Mom. I hope you don’t mind. I mean it is not like I can wear it in my wedding and I am not marrying a woman, for now at least.”

And Tim started to tell his parents everything he’ve been through. Everything that he now accomplished and everything he experienced. He knows that if he told this to his parents back when they were alive, he would get smacked for being an idiot and then get hugged for all the hardships that he went through.

Tim stopped his stories when snow started to drop. He gave his parents one more smile and promised them that he will visit them before he goes back to Japan, and as if his parents are listening, a huge snowflake landed on the flowers Tim brought.

He waved his parents’ grave one more time as he started to walk back to the bus stop. Sure, he can afford the cab but buses are colder than cabs and cheaper too. So, win-win.

Tim sat in the last row of the bus and he leaned to the window as he smiled. He is lonely, sure. But after talking to his parents, he is somewhat light. He just smiled and pushed his airpods on and listened to Bach’s.

[legally-brief]

MOVIES WITH MEN IN UNDERWEAR (This is outdated- website shutdown early 2000’s)

“H-I”

Hadley’s Rebellion (1984) Griffin O’Neal at 15 wearing just underwear.

Hail, Hero! (1969) Michael Douglas makes a big splash in his first film by stripping down to his plaid trim-cut boxer shorts, then jumping bare-ass into a pond.

Hair (1979) Another army physical scene.

Halfback of Notre Dame, The (1996) (TV) There is a lockeroom scene after a football game where the quarterback of the team (young guy) stands in the middle of the lockeroom talking about a party in his underwear (white boxer briefs).

Hamburger Hill (1987) Vietnam war drama. The entire cast is HOT. Tons of bare-chested boxer scenes (was waiting for some jockey ones though).

Hamburger... The Motion Picture (1986) Guy strips to his jockeys in a helicopter.

Hands Across the Table (1935) Fred MacMurray. Gets drunk, sleeps in woman’s apartment in suit. She walks in on him while he’s standing in his boxers, pressing his pants. Then date comes to her door, he answers it in his underwear ... then lounges about in boxers, shirttails, shoes, socks and garters.

Hanky Panky (1982) [? c/f Haunted Honeymoon (1986)] Gene Wilder in long white drawers riding a stuffed moose.

Happy Together (1997) (Cheun gwong tsa sit) Drama. Visually impressive movie about a gay Hong Kong couple's doomed relationship in Argentina. Several scenes with the principals in their underwear.

Haunted Honeymoon (1986) Comedy. Gene Wilder, escaping from a snake, climbs up onto a stuffed moose head on the wall - he's in his shoes, dark socks, garters, white undershirt and pale boxer shorts.

Hazing, The (1977) (Campus Corpse, The) Comedy. Long frat initiation scene with two guys running cross country in jockstraps.

He Got Game (1998) Drama. Ray Allen, woken by the phone, lying on the sofa in his white boxer briefs.

Heartbreak Ridge (1986) Mario Van Peebles and several other marines standing talking in their underwear, about 90 minutes into the movie.

Hearts of the West (1975) (Hollywood Cowboy) Comedy. Jeff Bridges joyfully greets the morning, stepping out on the porch roof in his white boxers and undershirt. Sitting below on the porch, the landlady hears him and looks up to see what’s going on. Embarrassed, Jeff slinks back inside through the window.

Heathers (1989) Couple of young guys run around in their Jockeys and white sweat socks while Christian Slater chases them with a gun.

Held Up (2000) Comedy. "We see some overweight and skinny local men in just their underwear as Rodrigo makes them strip down to that point so that there are no surprises when he has them move a crate inside the store".

Help! (1965) Beatle Ringo Starr is strapped into a metal-expanding machine in a bid to get a ring off his finger. It has no effect on the ring, but causes his pants to unzip and fall, revealing his striped boxers.

Hero and the Terror (1988) Chuck Norris gets out of bed in blue bikinis.

Hidden in America (1996) (TV) Very brief shot of Beau Bridges getting out of bed dressed in T-shirt, boxer shorts, and black dress socks.

High Risk (1981) Heist caper. Two men see a chance to escape from their police cell, and get a boy passing by outside to help by offering him a watch. The kid accepts, then reconsiders and says he also wants their shirts and boots. They try to bargain and he agrees to take just the shirts, but by the time the guards return, the boy has gone, taking their shirts, their boots, and their trousers. The guards find them, the white guy sitting in his socks and white briefs, the black guy standing sheepishly in his socks and red, pin-striped briefs. Great sequence ensues as the guards chase them through the crowded streets.

High Time (1960) Bing Crosby, Richard Beymmer, and a couple of other guys in the dorm, wake up during freshman year and get dressed. Bing wears his white boxers, Richard wears large printed boxers. Boxers were the rage in this sped-up scene.

Higher Learning (1995) Drama. Chasing after his date who runs out on him, guy finds himself standing in the hall with everyone laughing at him, and realises his pants have fallen down, revealing his tartan boxers.

Highway Patrol (Inhand Video) XXX Contains lots of sex scenes with policemen working hard on their boners in briefs and jock-straps, letting others suck at underwear etc.

Highway to Hell (1992) Young Chad Lowe ... near beginning a quick scene where he is roughed up - his jeans slide down for a glimpse of briefs ... the entire second half of the movie is Chad in the hottest white ribbed cotton undershirt, if that counts!

Hill, The (1965) Drama. Outraged by brutal treatment and racist insults, prisoner Ossie Davis defiantly ‘quits the army’ by stripping off his uniform and ripping it up. In his white undershorts, he then marches out across the prison compound to confront the commandant.

Hollow Man (2000) Sci-fi horror. "We briefly see Josh Brolin in his boxers".

Homegrown (1998) Comedy thriller. Billy Bob Thornton in robe and boxer shorts.

Home Alone 3 (1997) Juvenile comedy. "If Hughes isn't pummeling his characters senseless, his wit is benign to the point of nonexistent: His idea of a huge laugh is sending Dad off to work in a suit coat, shirt and tie--and boxer shorts."

Honkytonk Man (1982) A drunken Clint Eastwood is bleary-eyed, lying on a bed in just his white boxers and A-shirt.

Hooper (1978) Comedy. Burt Reynolds crawls out of bed while Sally Field is sleeping. Stands in front of the bedroom mirror and rubs his belly. He's just wearing navy blue low-rise jockey shorts. Nice bulge. Hot scene!

Hornet’s Nest Young boys run around in skimpy shorts and underwear.

Horse Feathers (1932) Marx Brothers comedy. Baravelli is forced to strip to his underwear as Pinky watches. Modestly, he turns the ballerina's poster toward the wall for Baravelli's sake. But then Pinky is forced to strip as well, and he is coyly embarrassed. The two athletes leave them locked in the room and then depart to play in the big football game. The climax of the film is the funny sequence of the wild Huxley-Darwin afternoon football game. Pinky and Baravelli are still in their underwear when the game begins. They escape by sawing into the next room below and falling into a ladies' card party.

Hot Tubs ?

Hotel de Love (1996) Stephen (Simon Bossell) is undressed by a woman (down to his underwear).

House Party (1990) Teen comedy. At the end of the film, after narrow escapes from hoods, the police and his dad, Kid (Christopher Reid) finally sneaks home late, strips down to his white briefs, and is just getting into bed when his father catches him.

House Party 2 (1991) College comedy. Inferior sequel, superior boxers. Catch a glimpse of some lovely big colorful boxer shorts at the pajama party, and in the opening scene.

Houseguest (1995) Comedy. A group of boys challenge Sinbad and his young friend in a basketball game. Sinbad suggests they play for his car against their clothes, and the overconfident boys rashly agree. Game over, they're seen standing in the park in their underwear, acutely embarrassed and begging for their clothes back (unsuccessfully).

How Stella Got Her Groove Back (1998) Romance. Whoopi Goldberg adds some padding to shop-window mannequins displaying assorted CK underwear. Angela Bassett's fine young Jamaican lover (Taye Diggs) apears several times in his underwear, the first time at a pajama party where he wears a brilliant red ganzie and colourful boxer shorts. Several other partygoers are well worth a look, too.

How to Be a Player (1997) Comedy. An underwear scene, but can't recall details.

Hucksters, The (1947) Clark Gable changes his pants revealing full-cut white boxers, in front of his valet. The scene is early on in the film.

Hudsucker Proxy, The (1994) Both Tim Robbins and Paul Newman exhibit their proud hairy legs in corporate boxers and garters in this film about big business.

Huevos de oro (Golden Balls) (1993) Spanish movie. Two guys running around on beach in briefs. Another guy spends most of movie in a Speedo.

Hunk Do not know the actor’s name (C-movie player) in this HORRID fantasy/comedy. Many scenes of near naked/bikini or towel-wearing California-boy type. Much partial nudity throughout.

Hurricane, The (1999) Drama based on true story. Denzel Washington a couple of times in his prison cell in white boxers.

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I Love You to Death (1990) Kevin Kline in blue briefs.

I Still Dream of Jeannie (1991) (TV) Weak comedy based on 60's TV sitcom. Tune in about half an hour before the end, and catch the scene where the black MP (D.J. Jackson) is sent to arrest Jeannie. She lets him into the house, then uses her magic to make his combat uniform instantly vanish, leaving him standing shocked and embarrassed in his boots, red socks and underwear - white T-shirt and heart-spotted boxers. She then ties him up with rope, and leaves. We see him later, still tied up, trying to phone for help.

I’m Gonna Get You, Sucka (1988) Blaxploitation spoof. Incidental extra flees brothel raid in open shirt and white briefs, putting his trousers on while he runs (try it - it’s quite difficult!). Also features bizarre ‘Pimp of the Year’ beauty contest with swimsuit line-up.

Ice Castles (1978) Robbie Benson in briefs.

Ice Storm, The (1997) Nice shots of Kevin Kline lounging around the house, no pants and black socks.

If.... (1968) Kid gets his pants taken off and is turned upside down into a toilet - a slow pan of him upside down in his underpants.

If Looks Could Kill (Teen Agent) (1991) Comedy. Richard Grieco hopping around in white briefs.

Impostors, The (1998) Comedy with at least Oliver Platt, Stanley Tucci and Billy Connolly in their underwear.

In Crowd, The (1988) Donovan Leitch about 15 min. into the movie in white briefs and sharing his bed with younger brother also in briefs.

In The Army Now (1994) Pauly Shore in grey briefs

In the Company of Men (1997) Chad, dressing down a young black intern, insists that the intern drop his pants and show him his balls. After the intern sheepishly drops his trousers, Chad completes the ritual humiliation by asking him to fetch a cup of coffee.

IN THE LINE OF DUTY (?) Maybe the wrong title but definitely the right actor. Adam Baldwin as part of a family of cops He is sleeping in V-neck white T-shirt and briefs. A recent TV movie in the states

In the Name of the Father (1994) Rebellious Irish kids ordered by IRA men to drop their pants on a busy street. Daniel Day-Lewis in patterned briefs.

Indecent Proposal (1993) Woody Harrelson in white boxer briefs with Demi Moore

Independence Day (1996) Sci-fi action. In an early scene, Will Smith gets out of bed in his light blue boxer shorts.

Infinity (1996) Matthew Broderick

Innocent Man, An (1989) Thriller. Tom Selleck prepares for a shower at the start of the movie. He strips off his black T-shirt and is in his white briefs for a moment.

Internal Affairs (1990) Bad cops (Richard Gere is one I think) break into a house with a guy sleeping in white T-shirt and briefs, then kill him.

Into the Night (1985/I) Russian communist changing in Tiffany’s wearing white collar shirt and white briefs then runs outside in them when he sees Jeff Goldblum (the man he’s after). Also has bodybuilder Jake (Bodies by Jake) in black bikinis.

Irony of Fate (Ironiya sudby, ili S lyogkim parom!) (1975) (TV) Nadya enters her apartment and finds a man without trousers in her bed. What's more - Nadya's fiance also finds him there...

Ishtar (1987) Warren Beatty has a moment in his full-cut boxer shorts. The film is considered a bomb by most critics, however - with occasional funny moments.

It's a Wonderful Life (1946) James Stewart dries out in his long underwear after being rescued from an icy river.

[morbidology]

Julie Surprenant was a happy ang outgoing 16-year-old girl from Terrebonne, Quebec, which is just north of Montreal. In 1999, she was living with her father, Michael, who had separated from her mother, and was working part time as a gift wrappers at a store in the Galleries Terrebonne shopping centre.

On the evening of 15 November, 1999, Julie told her father she was going to the youth community centre after school. She left with a friend at around 8:30PM that night. They caught a bus, and Julie’s friends departed close to her home, with Julie continuing the rest of the bus journey alone.  

The bus pulled up alongside Julie’s stop, which was just metres away from her home. Here, the driver observed a lone male standing at the bus stop. He asked whether he was boarding the bus, but he said that he wasn’t. From here, what happened to Julie remains a mystery even today.

Julie never arrived home that night, and her worried father reported her missing. Missing person posters provided a description of Julie along with the clothing she was last wearing: a floral skirt with a blue petticoat, navy blue socks over black tights, a blue scarf with a fish patter, a green wool jacket and a dark brown leather coat.

The community came out in droves to help search for Julie, and they searched far and wide for any trace of Julie. One week into the search, they came across a body hanging from a necktie in a forest. However, the body was identified as a local man who had been missing for several days.  

The search continued, with masses of people fanning out into the surrounding woodland, making sure to check any abandoned buildings. With each day that passed, Julie’s family became more and more concerned for her welfare; she wasn’t the type of teenager to run away, leading them to believe something nefarious had happened.

Investigators quickly zoned in on Richard Bouillon, a convicted sex predator that lived just a stone’s throw away from Julie. He was brought in for questioning and staunchly denied the accusations. With no evidence for charges to be filed, eventually the case went cold. 

In 2001, however, Bouillon claimed to a journalist that his roommate had killed Julie. He was later convicted in a different case of rape, molestation, sexual assault and drug-trafficking. Bouillon passed away on 22 June, 2006, at Laval’s Cite de la Sante Hospital while serving his six-and-a-half year sentence.

In January of 2011, there was a massive breakthrough in the case when it was reported that Bouillon had made a death-bed confession to Julie’s murder. He said that he stuffed Julie’s body into a sports bag and dumped it into the Mille-Iles River in front of a church not too far away from her home. 

The medical worker he had confessed to waiting almost five years before coming public with the information. Julie’s father, Michael, commented: “I was in shock when I heard the news this week because I wasn’t expecting it and because there’s a level of credibility to it.”

The following year, a coroner’s report found that Bouillon had most likely killed Julie, but since he was deceased, he was never able to be charged.

[derwahnsinn]

31 Days Idol Challenge - Day 23: Naked

Right - so there aren't that many photos of Oliver Riedel actually naked. Luckily, photographer Andreas Mühe took pictures of all the band members in their birth suit in the US. Oliver's photo was taken in Winnipeg, 10.05.2012 about 14:32.

Bonus material: 1) Of course I can't get away from Matthias Matthies's photo from Mutter Tour, when Oliver tried to light his farts on fire. 2), 3), 4), and 5) Oliver isn't fully naked in Mann gegen Mann, but I guess we can call his hand wrap an accessory, and ignore the fact that he was actually wearing socks, boots, and sometimes skin coloured underwear. 6) From the Mann gegen Mann shoot, photo by Felix Broede.

-- Tinnike's 31 Days Idol Challenge

Day 1: At the Airport Day 2: Barefoot Day 3: Climbing Day 4: Cycling Day 5: Dancing Day 6: Fav. Boots/Shoes Day 7: Fav. Casual Outfit Day 8: Fav. Hat/Headgear Day 9: Fav. Music Video Outfit Day 10: Fav. Role in Music Video Day 11: Fav. Stage Make-Up Day 12: Fav. Stage Outfit Day 13: Favourite Quote Day 14: Favourite Socks Day 15: Favourite Sunglasses Day 16: Hiking Day 17: Hugging Day 18: In the Bed Day 19: In the Car Day 20: In the City Day 21: In the Forest Day 22: In the Restaurant

-- See also: Richard idol challenge: @kitthefox Schneider idol challenge: @cynoodn Till idol challenge: @singfurmich

[reeshyz]

Title: Oh the weather outside is frightful Pairing: Paul Landers / Christoph Schneider Presentee: @splanky23 Prompt: Snow Warnings/Tags: so much pining | Angst with a happy ending | first kiss Word Count: 2.369 Summary: Paul had wished for snow this Christmas but it looks like he’s getting none. It’s even worse that he’s hopelessly crushing on Christoph, who he is also not getting. Read on AO3: here

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Paul wakes up late and sighs happily. He loves winter and it’s just cold enough in his room that it feels even better to be still cuddled up in his bed. He’s wearing his thickest pajamas and smiles.

“Paul, wake up! I made coffee!” Till yells from downstairs and Paul stretches before he finally sits up. He’s pretty excited for Christmas this year, because it’s his first one since he joined this new band.

Rammstein.

Paul likes the band, even though at first he’d been kinda unsure about the whole thing. Sure he had known all of them before, but it had been rather weird to see Christoph again. Paul had been in love with him when they had still played in Feeling B and…

He’s not sure if his feelings are actually gone. 

Paul’s mood changes a bit and he pulls on some thick socks, before even touching the ice cold ground. 

Christoph had been his first real crush after he had broken up with his last girlfriend and Paul isn’t sure why but he just couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had kinda hoped that maybe Christoph would like him back, but he had never flirted back.

No.

Not even once.

And after Christoph had left Feeling B, Paul had tried to forget about him. He had thought that he had done a really good job, but when Richard had told him about his new band project, and he had heard Christoph’s name again, it had all come back.

Paul shakes his head at his own thoughts. Christoph had said more than once that he hated Paul and he hadn’t even wanted him in the band at all. 

There is a knock on the door and Paul looks up.

“Yeah?”

Richard comes inside, a worried look on his face. Paul goes for an easy smile, he doesn’t need Scholle to worry about him. 

“Hey everything alright?” Richard asks, this damn knowing look on his face. Paul wishes he could ignore him but that would just mean that Richard would get even more invested in this. So Paul nods. A bit too hastily.

Beginner’s mistake.

Paul can do this better. 

“Yeah sure, why wouldn’t I be?” Paul says, his voice sounds a bit strange to his own ears and he hates that. But maybe Richard would think it’s still rather husky from sleeping. He doesn’t need to know that Paul had fallen asleep crying after Christoph had made a joke yesterday. 

“Just checking in. I made breakfast, even the eggs you like. Till made coffee, so come on,” Richard says, a soft smile on his face. As Paul said, he really likes the band, he’s only afraid of Christoph’s reaction all the time.

Since they are all single at the moment (half of them were before but others got broken up), they decided to celebrate Christmas together this year. Richard had said it would get them all together for a good reason.

To get each other to know on a different level. To form a deeper connection. 

“Yeah, just getting ready. It’s cold as fuck in here,” Paul says and Richard nods, before he’s out of the door again. Paul looks after him and then decides that he should indeed try to behave normally. 

Just then he has another thought and looks out of his window.

“Aw no snow,” Paul mutters to himself and then he’s getting ready. He had wished so much for a Christmas with snow.

Looks like he isn’t even getting that.

*

The kitchen is already full when Paul enters. It seems like everyone is in a pretty good mood and Paul tries to smile at them all. He wants them to know that he’s happy in this band, it's his own feelings he’s unhappy about.

“Good morning,” Christoph says and he looks directly at Paul, who has a hard time getting his heartbeat under control. Christoph’s eyes are so beautiful especially when he looks at him like that.

Paul’s smile wobbles.

“Hey,” Paul whispers back, his voice failing him. Richard smiles at him again and slowly Paul feels like he knows something, even Till is watching him now. Paul hastily sits down next to Flake, which sadly means that Christoph is now sitting opposite from him. 

Shit.

“When I joined this band I would’ve never thought that we’d sit here like some kind of church boys, having breakfast together,” Flake says, when it suddenly turns so quiet. Paul laughs a bit at that.

That’s Flake for you.

“I mean I like it,” Oliver says and Paul nods. They all try to act as tough as they can on stage, but they know that they’re not assholes. They’re friends.

Paul looks to Christoph, watching him eat. Christoph licks over his lips, when some of the jam is stuck to them. Paul licks over his own lips out of reflex and promptly blushes. Shit. He really has nothing under control.

“A band that eats together, stays together,” Richard says now and Till shakes his head, elbowing his best friend already.

“It’s meant to be a band that showers together, stays together,” Till explains and this time everyone is laughing. Paul looks at his own plate, that Richard had made for him and tries to will his blush down.

He doesn’t want to imagine getting into a shower with Christoph.

“You okay?” Flake asks now, when Paul is still not commenting on Till’s joke. Paul shrugs and tries to distract himself by taking a sip of his coffee. Richard had made it perfect, cause it’s not too strong and there's a lot of milk in it.

Paul is really not used to someone caring.

“Kinda sad that it still didn’t snow,” Paul says, because it’s the truth (if only a little of it) and he doesn’t want to tell Flake that he is heartbroken because of Christoph. That would probably break the band off in a minute.

“Oh yeah. I read this morning that it won’t snow tomorrow either. So no white Christmas,” Till says and he points at the newspaper that is still lying to his left. Paul sighs. 

“Do you like snow?” Christoph asks and Paul jerks when Christoph is speaking to him again. His heart stops for a tiny second, because he sounds a bit judgy. Paul frowns and then tilts his head.

"Yeah, of course. Snow is amazing. I wanted to do so much stuff, like go sledding or make a snowman and throw a snowball into Till’s face,” Paul says, grinning widely. He really had been rather excited.

“Hey!” Till protests, but Paul ignores him. He’s still looking at Christoph.

“I don’t like snow. At all,” Christoph says and Paul turns away from him. He’s not sure why faith had thought it would be a good idea to give his heart to the drummer. They don’t fit together.

Christoph is often rather serious, where Paul loves a dumb joke. And Christoph looks so damn good, he always got a girl or two after a gig. That had already worked for him with Feeling B.

Paul couldn’t complain himself, but he doesn’t want someone random. He only wants Christoph. 

Sometimes… sometimes he would see Christoph watching him, a soft smile on his face and other times they’d curl up together after they had drunk too much and once Christoph stroked through his hair and he had said that he liked the new color. 

Paul’s hands are shaking when he takes the next bite.

If he couldn’t get Christoph, could he at least get some snow for Christmas?

*

When Paul wakes up the next morning, he hastily walks over to his window and looks outside. It’s the 24th of December and there is no snow outside. Instead even the sun is shining, blinding him for a second, as if she wants to laugh at him.

Paul frowns, seeing his own reflection in the glass. 

Sometimes it makes sense why Christoph wouldn’t like him back. Paul wipes over the cold glass and then gets dressed. 

His alarm clock shows him that it’s already after ten again and he’s confused that nobody had woken him up yet. Normally at least Till would try to annoy him by now. Paul stops in his movement. 

He can’t even hear anyone.

Now this is kinda weird. Paul hastily dresses in his warmest sweater and then gets ready in his bathroom as fast as he can. Even downstairs it’s quiet. Maybe they had all left without him? But then why didn’t they say something? 

Had he forgotten about something.

The living room door is closed and Paul walks over to it. Not once had it been closed since they had arrived at this tiny house to record more stuff. 

Paul opens the door and suddenly he’s covered in snow, everything flying into his face. He gasps surprised and he falls onto his butt, since he’s been so caught off guard. 

What the fuck is happening?

“Oh shit. Paul?”

That’s Christoph. 

“Are you okay?” Christoph asks and he’s suddenly standing in front of him. Christoph is holding his hand out and Paul takes it. He can’t even focus on Christoph’s soft skin, because he has inhaled some of the snow and is coughing.

“I think I’m dying,” Paul croaks and now Christoph looks really worried. He even clasps Paul on his back a few times. Paul sighs and then looks around.

The whole living room is white. There is snow everywhere, but... he looks down to his feet. It’s not cold. So it’s fake.

“What… is going on?” Paul asks, because maybe this is some kind of prank. He has to say it’s a good one and almost killed him. It was probably Till’s idea and Richard the asshole helped him.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Christoph says, sounding so earnest now and Paul looks back at him, because - what?

Oh wait he has to say that outloud if he wants an answer.

“What?”

Yeah sounded just as shocked as it had in his head. Nailed it.

Christoph winces. 

“Sorry. You said you wanted snow for Christmas and I… I really wanted to give you something special. Till had the idea with the fake snow machine and I didn’t want to make so much snow, but somehow it got out of control,” Christoph says and he’s rambling.

It’s adorable.

Nobody had ever done something like this for him. 

“Thank you, that means a lot. I really like it,” Paul mumbles and he has to look around again. This would be awful to clean up, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

“Yeah I mean… obviously you can’t go sledding or anything but I thought it could be fun anyway,” Christoph continues and Paul nods. He carefully walks over to the couch and sits down (this time trying not to inhale more snow).

The snow swirls around him for a moment and then the sun through the window hits it, it looks so beautiful.

Almost as beautiful as Christoph standing in the middle of it. 

“Where are the others?” Paul asks, because he’s still not really understanding what is happening exactly. It made no sense for him why Christoph out of all people would do this for him.

“Gone. They uhm… I told them to leave so I could get this ready, they will come back later though,” Christoph explains, his voice breaking twice. Paul had never seen him this shy before. 

“And can I ask why… you did this for me?” Paul says and he tries to swallow his own nervousness down. Christoph smiles and inhales loudly. 

“I… I felt bad. I mean I know I said some shit the other night. That I left Feeling B because of you and stuff. I’m sorry that I told the others that,” Christoph says and Paul nods. Suddenly he feels so bad again.

“No need to apologize for the truth,” Paul says and he can’t help but sound bitter. Christoph seems to love to stomp on his heart, as if he hadn’t hurt it enough already. 

“No I mean, shit. Okay just let me explain. I… I left the band because of you, yes, but only because I couldn’t handle being around you,” Christoph says and Paul gets up from the couch again.

“You’re an asshole Schneider,” Paul says and he wants to leave the room. Christoph is faster and holds onto his wrist, before he pulls him right into his arms. Paul gasps up at him, because that was kinda unfair and…

Christoph kisses him.

Paul gasps again, but this time Christoph swallows that sound. Paul can’t help it, he closes his eyes and shyly kisses him back. If he could have this only once, then he should make the best out of it.

Christoph sadly breaks the kiss again.

“What?” Paul asks, so quiet.

“I mean that I… I’m in love with you. Have been for sometime now and I was scared of my feelings, that’s why I left,” Christoph says and Paul’s knees buckle for a second. Christoph holds him though.

“You… you love me back?” Paul asks and the disbelief is so clear in his voice. Christoph winces. 

“I do. I’m sorry that I behaved like that. I mean it, I was just… I never liked a guy before and I was freaking out. And I thought… that I could never have you,” Christoph says and Paul chuckles a bit sadly. 

“I felt the same,” Paul admits. 

“If you allow me to be your boyfriend, I will spoil you like this forever,” Christoph says and he points at the snow around them. Paul laughs loudly, because he’s so happy but that is also so ridiculous.,

“Deal. I would love nothing more than to be yours,” Paul whispers and then Christoph is kissing him again. 

They stay like this for a while, kissing surrounded by fake snow.

Paul doesn’t care.

“Thank you for the snow,” Paul mumbles against Christoph’s lips.

“I’d do anything for you,” Christoph answers cheekily but they are both blushing.

“You are cute. But not cute enough for me to help you clean all of this up,” Paul says and he winks at Christoph, who laughs.

“Fair.”

[mrfandomgage]

Rags looks over a sports magazine. He lies in his living room's couch. He flips through the magazine of professional athletes, both of regular looking humans, furry men, and everything in between. Rags stops flipping through to see a professional swimmer, a hippo man, who looks like he could easily walk from one side of the pool to the other without the water bothering him. While Rags is hot, he gets bothered by a knock at his front door, dropping his magazine to the floor.

Rags sits up and looks around, he hides his magazine underneath the couch cushion. He stands up and goes to the door, only expecting maybe a cookie package from his gardener. Rags opens the door, staring at white fluffy feet in black sandles. Rags looks up and stands upright. Goat looks exhausted.

"Hey Goat, how are you?" Rags asks, scratching the back of his head with a questioning expression on his face.

Goat puts a hand over his eyes and says, "Howdy, Dick. I probably shouldn't have walked in the sun all day".

Rags taps his foot, "already with insults?"

"I thought Dick was short for Richard, besides, yours stretches out those short shorts pretty far-"

Rags slams the door once he understands what Goat is talking about. He runs across the house and gets on a large shirt to cover himself up. Rags sighs, doubting Goat will still be there. Rags drags himself back to the front door. Upon opening the door he sees Goat leaning against the wall still covering his eyes.

"Is it safe to look?" Goat asks.

"You could've just told me I had a hard on damn it!" Rags shouts.

Goat removes his hand, "I'll take that as a yes. May I come in?"

"... yes, come on in Gage. I didn't give you my address for nothing. Though you were supposed to get here, if I recall correctly, TOMORROW!"

"I can leave if you-"

"NO, please don't! I just didn't expect you to show up is all. Can I take you to my room? That's where I keep a lot of my stuff anyways".

Goat nods. Rags moves to let Goat in and closes the door for him. Goat follows Rags through his house up to his room. Goat compliments the house being clean. Getting into Rags' room Goat flops himself halfway onto Rags' bed. Rags just chuckles.

"I like lying on my bed like that too", Rags laughs, "nice ass by the way".

"What?" Goat responds, he also crawls deeper onto the bed.

Rags shakes his head, "it's nothing, nothing at all. So you just wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, basically", Goat rolls over onto his back and kicks off his sandles, "had nothing better to do, and Catharine said I should".

"Ah. Do you want to dress up or something?"

"If you have anything I'd like wearing", Goat chuckles.

Rags digs in his closet and brings out a spiked collar, "does this-"

Goat snags the collar, and starts putting it on, "does it look nice?"

Rags blinks, "... you really move fast when you want to. I got a few more peices to go with it".

"Sure thing, I like this punk stuff".

Rags searches his closet, shifting around clothes until he finds pants with a few chains that match the style. He hands over the black pants to Goat, and keeps himself facing the closet, looking for more to go with it. After five more minutes, he finds studded boots and a jacket, producing them from the closet. He watches as Goat takes off his shirt, and wishes to object, but stops himself from doing so. Turning back to the closet he looks for a few more things to finish the outfit.

"Hey Rags", Goat starts to ask, "could I possibly get some socks?"

"Sure, for the boots, right?" Rags asks.

"No, for my horns, what else?"

"Ha ha. Looking for some now".

Goat moves his ears around to deal with the spike studded collar. Rags hands over some socks, but as well fingerless gloves with spiked bracelets on the end. Goat slips on the socks and puts the boots onto his feet. Rags gets a brush and starts styling Goat's fur, to help convey the look. Goat puts on the gloves, and tightens them. Rags brings a black power over to Goat.

"Hey, no!" Goat Objects, "I don't like makeup gels, too cold".

"Oh, no, this is a charcoal powder. It's what I use to darken my hair", Rags explains, "I wanted to darken the underneath of your eyes".

"Well I..." Goat thinks about it, breaths in and sighs, "fine Richard, just do it".

"Thank you", Rags says. Goat closes his eyes, and Rags applies the power.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"Nope, it'll get in your eyes if you do so now".

"Hey, how do you keep this powder out of your right eye?"

"I only put the powder on top, and some of it goes down, sure, but most of it stays out. I've had some fall into my eyes, it burns".

"Good to know".

"OK, done".

Goat stands up, "the boots are kinda heavy".

Rags looks up, "they make you really tall..."

"You're already short, Richard".

"Gage, they make you much taller, you ass!"

Goat pats Rags' head as he says, "yeah, yeah, you're just always short".

"... I uh... you look great like that, maybe later I can paint your horns with nail polish".

"Maybe later", Goat says, clearly unsure if he'd want that.

"Oh, I do have all my gaming stuff here, and a few controllers".

"Alright, I'm down".

[annieandro]

Alfred is a boy with the best of sneezes; He says, "a'choo" When He Pleases. We all sneeze and just say, "choo," but he says, a, a, a, a'choo.

Beautiful buttons are all you see; The brightest buttons are on Ben. His buttons are better than any you'd buy Because they're his body, his back and his eye.

Cotton candy, sweet and thin, Makes Cassie's soft, sticky skin. And her cotton candy bones Are giant cotton candy cones.

Duchess had no appetite, Though she tried to eat with all her might. Then Duchess decided if she had to eat, Delicious doughnuts would be her treat.

Edward likes exercise so well He always carries his barbell; He exercises an exciting way; With exercise energy he saves the day.

Frank has feet that are funny. His feet make him hop like a funny bunny. His feet don't fit into any shoe. Poor Frank! What shall he do?

Gooey gum, gooey gum, goes with Gabby. Goodness gracious, Gooey gum is a sight to see! Gobs and gobs of gooey gum-chewing it all day. Her gooey gum is sugarless: She'll have no tooth decay!

Hayley has horrible hair. Haircuts are too much for her to bear. Her hair is horrid and always a mess; But she is quite happy that way, I guess.

Ichabod is very, very bright-He's been inventing day and night! Imaginative ideas pop into his head And he never stops thinking Till it's time for bed.

A junky jewel or junky' toy Makes Jeffery jump for joy. Anything that's thrown away is a joy for Jumbled Jeffery.

Kicking Kevin, Kicking Kevin, Kicking games are he'll play. Kick, kick, kick, kick, Kicking games are all he'll pick.

Lovely lemon lollipops just for Lila; Lila love lemon lollipops very, very well. Lollipops lollipops lovely to lick, Lollipops lollipops on a lollipop stick.

May must munch and munch; Sandwiches make a marvelous lunch. Her mouth is munching all day long; She eats so much She's mighty strong.

Nayomi's nose is a nose that is had by no others; Not even her nieces or nephews or brothers.She has nifty fingers and very nice toes, But she has a noise instead of a nose.

Owen, the Optimist, is so nice, that's so! He's the most optimistic optimist, you will ever know. With such a cheerful outlook, No room for gloom or doubt look That's our Owen!

Pointy Patches are all we see When we peek at Pearl. Her patches of blue and patches of yellow Make Pearl a pointy-patch fellow.

Poor Quiet Quillinda has nothing to do. She just hangs around Not making a sound.

Rubber bands, rubber bands: That's Richard. He winds up rubber bands to drive his car. Rubber bands, rubber bands, ripping down the street. Regular racing drivers think his car is really neat.

Sara has super socks; She keeps them in a secret box. Super socks need special care, But super socks are great to wear.

Tiana's Teeth are terribly tall. Her teeth are the tallest teeth of all. Tiana's toothbrush must hold tight or fall, Brushing the top of teeth so tall.

Usher's Umbrella goes upsy-daisy; It tells us all not to be lazy. Under and over, around and through, Fly with the umbrella and Usher.

Her Name Is Velma, and she's very vain. Her vests are never dull or plain. She wears velvet vest of varied blends To visit with her very best friends.

Wally with your wonderful wink, We are wondering what you think. We wish you could tell us when and why You will wink your winking eye.

Where does Xavier belong? His parts are altogether wrong. Is he singer, clown, or dancer? He doesn't seem to know the answer.

Yawning Yogi is his name, And he plays a yawning game. When he yawns, you'll find it true that you, yourself, are yawning, too.

Zoe uses zipping zippers To zip her coats and gloves and slippers. Zoe won't have laces for her shoes; A zipping zipper is all she will use.

[fwjkzsw]

socks are one of the most essential things to me and i have to wear them 24/7 unless im showering. but like I just got out of shower and then stared and cried and screamed silently in my bed at richard armitage gifs for 1+ hours WITHOUT MY SOCKS ON. my feet were incredibly uncomfortable but it was worth it

[thebedroomblues]

Don’t you ever wish Marlon Richards would write a book? Happy birthday you Wunderkind, i really really love reading stories about you.

[legally-brief]

MOVIES WITH MEN IN UNDERWEAR (This is outdated- website shutdown early 2000’s)

“J-K”

Title Description of "UnderScene"

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Jamón, jamón (1992) (Salami, Salami) Spanish movie: First scene is audition for underwear model. Lots of good shots

Jawbreaker (1999) Comedy. Ethan Erickson in a bedroom scene.

Jeffrey (1995) See this movie!!! Great white briefs scene with male lead; many other shirtless hot men in NYC.

Jerk, The (1979) Steve Martin lives up to the title by wearing white full-cut droopy boxer shorts in several scenes.

Jockaholics (XXX), Sierra Pacific/Tiger Media dir. Jerry Douglas, 1989(?) Jockstrap fetishists will want to check out this pornvid as a jockstrap makes its way from one sexual encounter to another. Phil Bradley, Jason Andrews and others star.

John Loves Mary (1949) Ronald Reagan changes his pants on camera, revealing his dark khaki boxers for all the world to see.

Johnnie Mae Gibson: FBI (1986) (TV) Dramatised story of black, female FBI recruit. Her handsome husband (William Allen Young) strips to his spotted white boxer shorts in a bedroom scene.

Johnny Come Lately (1943) James Cagney takes his pants off to give them to the maid for cleaning. He wears long underwear.

Johnny Mnemonic (1995) Keanu Reaves in silk boxers (first scene).

Johnny Suede (1992) Brad Pitt. Major photo opportunity when he sits down for breakfast in his socks and underwear.

Johns (1996) David Arquette in white boxers.

Journey: Absolution, The (1997) Sci-fi. Mario Lopez, Richard Grieco, and a host of other gorgeous guys in white boxer briefs in many scenes throughout most of the movie.

Joy of Sex (1984) Christopher Lloyd, and Cameron Dye, in white briefs. Another guy in red.

Julia Has Two Lovers (1990) Pre X-Files David Duchovny. During the first 20 to 30 minutes, intermittent shots of Duchovny in gray briefs. Some excellent profile shots.

Jury Duty (1995) Pauly Shore as a male stripper at beginning and end of movie. Strips to G-string and struts his stuff. Very big looking bulge.

Just Looking (1999) "After Lenny's (Ryan Merriman's) pants fall down, we briefly see him in his underwear".

Just One of the Guys (1985) Billy Jacoby in boxers and an open robe.

Key To The City (1950) Clark Gable strips down to his A-shirt, white boxers and garters in front of another older man. A funny garter scene comes later in film.

Kid from Brooklyn, The (1946) In a fight in the dark, a milkman played by Danny Kaye, gets half of his pants - one entire pant leg - ripped off, revealing full-cut powder blue boxers.

Kid in King Arthur's Court, A (1995) Thomas Ian Nicholas in his boxers a couple of times during the movie after getting out of bed in the morning, and when he was practising his karate.

Kids (1995) Depicts Brooklyn teenagers running rampant in pursuit of unprotected sex. Multiple views of teens in boxer shorts.

Kiss or Kill (1997) A guy gets into bed with a young boy (both are in their underwear, but nothing else happens).

Kiss Of Death (1995) Rowdy customer who gets out of line at a strip bar is forced to make his exotic dancing debut onstage in his briefs.

Knock Off (1998) Jean-Claude Van Damme has to yank off his pants when he discovers there is a bomb in them.

[lit-works]

One Thing after another

The limo glides quietly towards 4 Freedoms Plaza, my home. Headquarters of the Fantastic Four.

Sure was nice of the mayor to drive us home tonight, since he had to go an' bore us all evenin' with his speeches about what great Joes we all are. It's the least he could do, though.

My reverie is interrupted by the voice of Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, a teammate and longtime friend: "hey, buddy, how about a game of pool and some beers in the rec room when we get home?"

"What's 'at, Torchy?"

"I asked how you feel about getting out of these monkey suits and playing a hot game of pool."

"Nah, count me out. I'm pooped. Savin' the world is one thing, but sittin' round in a tux listenin' to speeches for hours–thats too much! I'm goin' to bed."

"Can't say I blame you, Ben." Says Reed Richards, the leader of the Fantastic Four, and my oldest and best friend. "Unfortunately, the alarm system at 4 Freedoms Plaza is giving us trouble, and with the world astrophysics conference beginning tomorrow, I may not have another opportunity to work on it for weeks. Don't be surprised if your sleep is disturbed by my work–even I can't think of a way to test our auditory alarm system quietly."

"Terrific, Stretch." I say, shutting my eyes and trying to catch a nap while I can.

"Hey, sis," Johnny says, turning his older sister, Susan Storm-Richards, the invisible woman. "What say we shoot some nine-ball? Alicia's out of town for some big art show, and I could use a little excitement. Beating you at nine-ball could be just that–a little excitement."

"Johnny! You know good and well you could never beat me at nine-ball. Talk to me tomorrow and we'll see who's the real hustler in the family. Tonight, I'm going to check on Franklin and then follow Ben's lead. You'd do yourself some good to get some sleep as well."

"Aw, Gee, Ma…do I hafta?" Johnny whines, jokingly. "You both suck."

"Hey, Joker, mind puttin' a sock in it?" I say. "Can't ya see I'm tryin' to get my beauty sleep over here?"

Finally, the limo pulls up in front of 4 Freedoms Plaza. Johnny heads to the rec room alone. Sue goes to check on her and Reed's son, Franklin, as Reed sets off to check his alarm system. I go to my quarters and try to get some sleep.

I can't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep in my own bed. Sheesh, it's about time this cockamamy outfit got a break from savin' the world. Reed's a nutcase, he's still working. Me, I'm pooped.

I flop down on an oversized bed designed to support my 500+ pounds, drag a huge, rough hand across my face, and stare into a hand-mirror–the only mirror in my room. I'm not thrilled with what I see.

I am The Thing, one of Earth's mightiest defenders, a respected member of the Fantastic Four, but I am also one of Earth's most horrifying nightmares.

Maybe I oughta ditch the hero business and join a circus. Yeah, I could be a clown–wouldnt even have'ta wear any make-up. I wrinkle my rocky nose, curl my orange crust lips into the nearest thing to a smile I can muster, and stick my tongue out. The image in the mirror just looks worse.

Great, instead of just lookin' ugly, I look stupid, too. I shoulda stuck with wrestling. Most of the guys in that racket look worse than me. Some of the women, too.

Wallowin' in self pity, I reach under the bed and pull out a box, a box I keep hidden from my teammates, a box that contains one of the only things that can pull me out of a blues funk like the one I'm in now.

"Come to Papa!" I say aloud, even though there's nobody else in the quarters to hear.

Opening the box, I see a dozen cigars–fat, stinky, round, foot-long beauties. I take one as daintily as my ham-fists will allow, roll it between two fingers, run it under my nose and breathe deeply. Ah, genuine Havanas. Mother's milk! I been saving them fer just the right time, and this looks like it–my first rest in I-don't-know-how-many-years o' world savin'.

This reverie is cut short by a sudden, searing heat as a gout of flame passes just inches from my face. I'm unharmed, but the stogie in my mouth is incinerated.

"Dad-blasted, Torch!" I yell, "where are ya, ya flamed match-headed excuse for a Zippo! When I get my hands on you…"

Smoldering stogie still between my lips, I reach back over my head and plunge my steel-strong fingers through the reinforced concrete wall behind my bed. The torch flits inches above my prostrate figure.

"Hey, Ben," he says as he passes overhead, "Reed isn't gonna appreciate you punching holes in the wall."

"Worry about yourself, punk," I respond, as my fingers close around the water pipe in the wall. Ripping it in two, I bend the pipe out from the wall so the spray catches Torch full in the face. He crumbles to the ground in a soggy, flameless mass.

"What's the big idea, ya jerk? I was just having some fun. Trying to cheer you up."

"Well, quit tryin'! Maybe I don't wanna be cheered up. Maybe I hate fun! Maybe all I wanna do is relax and catch some shut-eye!"

Suddenly, me and my young teammate hear the unmistakable sound of an alarm from the roof of The Four Freedoms Plaza.

The alarm continues to blare, but I pay it no mind as I advance angrily on my fallen buddy. "Don't go thinkin' you're saved by the bell, 3-Stars. I know Reed's just testing' the systems."

"I don't know, Ben. I think I'll go see what's going on–i'll be back in a minute to finish our little tete-a-tete."

"Oh yeah, I can hardly wait. I miss you already."

I climb back into bed, cover my head with pillows, and Todd and turn for what feels like hours, but the alarm keeps blaring. So finally, I get up and try to figure out what's goin' on.

As the alarm continues to blare, I bound up the stairs to the roof and throw open the door. My eyes take a minute to adjust to the moonlight, but when I can see again, I see…nothing. Everything looks normal enough. The same is true when I check the hangar decks and upper-level storage areas.

Maybe Reed's tests weren't done with. Guess I better go see if the squirt found anything.

I make tracks back to where I last saw the Human Torch, and there, to my horror, I see Mr.Fantastic, his body stretched and distorted, on the ground. I also see the Invisible Woman, quite visible and equally unconscious. The Human Torch is beside her, out cold and still soggy from my dousing. And they are all in the clutches of our old foe, The Red Ghost.

[derwahnsinn]

31 Days Idol Challenge - Day 30: Serious

This was seriously difficult, not because there aren't photos of serious Oliver, but there are too many of them. I ended up looking for photos where he looks "extra serious". My top pick is this screenshot from the Amerika music video. Oliver definitely looks serious, and he is even beardless.

Bonus material: 1) Oliver from the Reise, Reise photo shoot by Eugenio Recuenco. He is definitely serious, and even wearing a cloak and holding a scythe. I have a t-shirt with this printed on it, and it's awesome. 2) Oliver from Rammstein's 2004 blog. 3) Oliver, unknown photographer. 4) Oliver looking seriously protective in the Zeit music video. 5) Oliver as a serious criminal in the Ich will music video. 6) Oliver watching Till burn in the Rosenrot music video.

-- Tinnike's 31 Days Idol Challenge

Day 1: At the Airport Day 2: Barefoot Day 3: Climbing Day 4: Cycling Day 5: Dancing Day 6: Fav. Boots/Shoes Day 7: Fav. Casual Outfit Day 8: Fav. Hat/Headgear Day 9: Fav. Music Video Outfit Day 10: Fav. Role in Music Video Day 11: Fav. Stage Make-Up Day 12: Fav. Stage Outfit Day 13: Favourite Quote Day 14: Favourite Socks Day 15: Favourite Sunglasses Day 16: Hiking Day 17: Hugging Day 18: In the Bed Day 19: In the Car Day 20: In the City Day 21: In the Forest Day 22: In the Restaurant Day 23: Naked Day 24: On the Beach Day 25: On the Field Day 26: On the Floor Day 27: On the Roof Day 28: Playing Alternative Instrument Day 29: Reading

-- See also: Richard idol challenge: @kitthefox Schneider idol challenge: @cynoodn Till idol challenge: @singfurmich Paul idol challenge: @anwiel13

[im-not-looking-for-forgiveness]

Can we get some tired Tommy just flopping on-top of his partner and getting his hair scratched a little?? Bb deserves all the love and rest in the world, I want him to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket and have his hair played with while he uses my tiddies as a pillow

Soft as a Pillow - Thomas Shelby x Reader

A/N: This prompt is so 🥺

Taglist: @sweetiekokkiri @haphazardhufflepuff @tarafaithe @mrsstevenbuchananstark @imagine-richards @hxnky-cat @lunarthoughts @tranquility-or-chaos @captivatedbycillianmurphy

*****

You watched as Tommy paced the room, socked feet thumping quietly along the floor.

The fire crackled softly in its place in the corner. The burgundy curtains were drawn shut to keep the night from pouring in. Candles flickered on the vanity and the nightstands. Your bedroom was the picture of coziness.

"Tom, come here," you said, trying to break him out of his own mind.

"Hm?" he murmured, squinting at the wall before turning to cross the room again.

"Tommy!" you called more sharply.

He blinked, "What is it?"

"Come here," you repeated, lifting up the thick duvet.

He nodded, and stubbed out his cigarette into the ash tray on the vanity. Slipping his suspenders off his shoulders first, Tommy then climbed onto the bed.

Thomas climbed on top of you and rested his head against your heart. You hummed in satisfaction and placed the duvet over him. His arms wrapped under you and around your waist as he settled in more. He was effectively using your chest as a pillow. As he should.

Gently, you began to run your fingers through his hair. The shaved part of the sides was longer than it had been in a while, and it was soft now instead of the stubble it was before. You wondered when he'd stop asking you to shave it for him..

"Thank you," he said, eyes lightly closed as he enjoyed your fingers running along his head.

"You'll figure it out. You always do," you assured him, knowing he was wearing himself thin as he tried to think of the next plan of attack.

"God, I love you," he murmured, voice muffled by your nightgown.

"I love you," you smiled, and the both of you fell asleep like this.