#the snug navy shirt of smugness

[jessieren]

Have you seen this item somewhere before?

An ode to the Moustache and the too snug navy shirt of smugness... otherwise known as:

'Just how much stuff did Evans snaffle from the Endeavour wardrobe'

I'll start by saying I may be mistaken but in my recent *cough* scientific analysis *cough* of potential photos for use on Moustache Monday and whilst perusing the posts from yesterday my spidey senses starting tingling at the incredible likeness of this snug navy shirt...

To one of our most lusted after admired items of the Endeavour wardrobe.. the too snug navy shirt of smugness

I can't be certain but they are certainly similar in colour, sheen and ummm 'fit'...

Just for completeness and further checking/analysis... here are a few more views of the snug navy shirt (definitely not just gratuitous posting)

This one doesn't even have the tache but I don't care...

And another comparator from Manor... mainly to analyse the.... ummmm... fit...

I fully accept that there are lots of navy shirts and that it may not be the same one but I think it deserves some continued analysis..

[oeuvrinarydurian]

It’s Morsestache Monday!

If this doesn’t tick every Box ( see what I did there?), I don’t know what does.

See also: snark, eyeroll, TSNSOS

[fanficrocks]

It’s Morsetache Monday again… aka time for Director-tache!

[tarjapearce]

Pls pls pls pls I need you to write a ranchero Miguel fic inspired by this pic

If requests are open of course 😇 I love this au

Maybe Miguel's and Cerecita first kiss? 👀

Even though the barn he had been living for the past months, was conditioned enough for him to live comfortably, Miguel didn't waste time to make the place a bit of his own. After all, the least he deserved was to relax after a long day of work around.

He had found a bathtub, A bit of algae setting on the bottom, still wrapped in plastic, never used or installed even though it had some rusting spots here and there thanks to moist exposure.

He installed it and took a week to renovate it and clean it thoroughly. And what a better way to use it for the first time than after a long and stressing day. Agustín had another regression and had nearly injured Joaquín, your father's horse. He knew he just needed some patience, Agustín was a good horse.

A stallion that had gone through alot. Of course it wasn't going to be simple to trust that easily for him.

Miguel removed his hat, silky, dark chocolate strands slicked back, body slick and shiny from the sweat, he removed his boots and clothes, to then wrap a towel around his narrow waist. He examined himself in the foggy mirror, a subtle stubble creeping up his cheeks and chin.

But he would tend to it later, water was too nice to not seize it. Luckly enough the tub was big enough for him, so he could stretch and enjoy the soothing warmth permeating his sore muscles for a long time.

He closed his eyes, and the first thing that came to his mind was you. It was like a second nature for him to keep you on his thoughts. But today seemed ultra special for his sight. You had just returned from church, dressed up like a lovely doll. Knee high lenght skirt, low heels, and button shirt that surely made an effort to keep your breast in place

It didn't help that it was windy and you had to constantly secure the ruffle of the skirt to not let the wind to go all Marilyn Monroe on you. But universe seemed to have taken a like to him, and gifted him with little moments that only he had the pleasure to witness. Like the way your skirt had levitated upwards due the sudden current of air.

His eyes captured the lacy navy blue panties snug to your body, a little whale tail dressing a plump and supple pair of cheeks. His lips were licked at the sight. Blue was definitely your color. And it looked even better when it was accompanied with lace.

He bit his lip with a smirk at the memory. But before his mind wandered into something deeper and borderline forbidden, he finished bathing then he stood up, and got out the tub. Cold water running through the ripples of his muscles.

He dried with the previous towel, he smoothed some rebellious curls off his forehead back, and returned to the mirror.

"Miguel?" Your sweet voice snapped him out of his grooming ritual as you called him again.

"Yes, Señorita?" He stood before you, skin moist and shiny, and a hidden smile behind his lips.

Your eyes casted down, noticing the happy trail that hovered above the snug towel. Your cheeks grew warmer when a smug smile stretched on his lips

"U-Uhm. Papá wants to know if Joaquín is alright."

"He is, yeah. Don't worry on him. Just a little scratch"

you nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Hm?" His head tilted, the muscles in his neck moved, you couldn't help but stare at the movement.

"Agustín can be quite... Rough. But I know he is a good horse."

"Don't worry your pretty head over it, cariño. I know what I am doing."

"I didn't mean it that way. I... I know you are more than capable of doing such things."

Miguel's smile only widened as he looked at you. Despite your clothes being different, you still remained so delectable to his sight. Temptation itself. It was kind of ironic for him, super conservative parents had created a daughter that surely would make any man deep in faith to sin by just looking.

A punishment for their attitude, perhaps. Not that he was complaining, at all.

"How about you?"

"Oh?"

His question made your gaze to connect with his.

"Are you alright? You look flustered, Señorita."

He adored the way the blush in your cheeks deepened.

"Should I get dressed?"

"No. I'm... Im. leaving anyways. I apologize for..."

His muscles flexed and it was unavoidable for you to stare. Inwardly marveling at his physique.

"Never seen a naked man before?"

"My goodness. I... I apologize"

"Nothing to be ashamed of, chula. It's just a body. A tool."

"Right... Uhm..."

"Wanna touch?"

He knew he was playing dangerous games, but the way you stared at him, made him feel worshipped. He stepped closer and your breath caught in your throat as warm and firm muscles were felt under the pads of your dainty fingertips.

His big hand guided yours as he pulled you closer, bit by bit. Your hands kept feeling him, roaming up his torso, fingers hovering at the base of his neck. You couldn't reach further. But it wasn't necessary. Strong and calloused hands explored your skin, a whimper that was was enough indicator for him to lean down and kiss you.

Plump lips guided yours as one of his hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as his mouth kept tasting and devouring yours.

You tasted as he had imagined. So so sweet and delicious. His tongue pried your mouth open, and you groaned as he slid it inside and toyed with yours. Your body was dipped back, deepening the kiss as you gave shaky and breathless moans.

His hands hooked underneath your glutes and made your legs wrap around his waist before making you seat in one of the piled up haystacks. His fingers slid around your hips and squeezed a handful of your rear. Your moan died in his mouth.

Your lips glistened once he separated from yours after giving a gentle peck on your soft and pouty ones. He then smiled.

"Another one, Señorita?"

You nodded immediately, but before he went at it, your name was called by one of the staff members.

"See you tomorrow?" He bit your bottom lip softly, and smiled tenderly at your affirmation. He then helped you off the haystack.

"Goodnight, preciosa."

He disappeared into his room as you left for yours. His taste lingering in your now hungry mouth.

[season-77]

Welcome to the second edition of Anti-Tux-Tuesday!

Since last week we discussed outfits we'd rather never see again, this week we’ll focus on those that deserve to be remembered forever.

As always, we’ll have both movie costumes and personal outfits. Shall we get started?

The black emo-style turtleneck from season 7 (@librawritesstuff reminded me of it today), paired with that tragic lover’s expression, is just walking sex appeal — or in this case, even sitting!

2. Linen shirt of zen – the light blue shirt (even a bit wrinkled, after all, it’s linen) combined with those auburn curls is simply a very successful composition.

3. The well-known and much-loved blue suit of glow, styled two ways: with a white shirt and a dark shirt. I love both, but I prefer the one with the snug navy shirt of smugness.

4. The check blue coat of confection – impeccable classic style, with a bonus moustache.

5. Another, and I promise the last coat in this line-up, I don’t know what it is about it, but Evans looked fantastic in it.

6. The copper jumper – I know, it might be a controversial choice, but the jumper matched the hair colour perfectly, and Evans just looked adorable.

7. It may just be a simple t-shirt, but you have to admit that Evans has mastered the art of wearing black and white t-shirts to perfection.

8. Handsome boy-next-door look, in jeans and a checked shirt, especially when it's our boy.

9. And the big winner of today’s ranking (as if it wasn’t obvious) – the Boiler Suit of Lust. Is any further comment even necessary…

I’m aware that I’ve probably missed loads of outfits, so please do share your suggestions.

[librawritesstuff]

“Thank the Creatives Thursday” Part Deux:

Shoutout to the Wardrobe Department for “accidentally” sizing his shirts one size too small

And the Snug Smug Navy Shirt of Sex on a Stick

Hey, stop showing off with that catstretch, Evans. (edit: pleasedontstop)

And The Boiler Suit of Lust

And the Emo Tneck of Perfection That Saved s7

It’s a warm day so join me in the shallow end of the pool

[evansbby]

Ooo POYT!Steve’s wardrobe, okay so white, black and navy blue colors, his tops fitting nice and snug around his slutty titties and biceps. In my mind he wears long sleeved top or tee with black sweatpants - not those cotton sweatpants, but the other material, idk what the other material is called but you get me, bestie! I also think he splits his time between this look and polo shirts with trouser pants, not jeans, I don’t think he’d wear jeans. Shoes, he does sneakers, also some white trainers and sometimes suede boots. He’s a boxer briefs kinda guy hehe. Basically sometimes sporty, like on days he has class and then football practice so he’s got his top and sweatpants and sneakers lugging around his gym bag. Then sometimes preppy when he just has classes so he’s in his long sleeved tops/ polo and trousers and trainers / suede boots with his books in his hand 😌. I linked pics from random google searches because I don’t know how to describe clothes so I hope the pics give visuals of how I imagine poyt!steve hehe

YES TO ALL OF THIS 💕 I love how detailed and descriptive you made this bestie! The sweatpants and white tee combo is so spot on for our slutty alpha jock !! And in the early days, omega would stare at him from time to time bc she had a crush on him and thought he had a hot body in his tight fuckboy clothes 😌😭🫣 BUT YES, on days when he doesn’t have practice, he rocks up to his lectures in the designer polo shirts (andyesss the long sleeved ones!!) and he’s soo smug and omega would think he looks very handsome in his preppy clothes 😌😌

[summer-fun-swim]

I stood at the edge of the indoor pool, the cool tiles beneath my bare feet contrasting with the humid warmth that wrapped around me. The sunlight streaming in through the glass ceiling glinted off the surface of the water, making it shimmer like a thousand tiny diamonds. It was the perfect holiday getaway, just my older brother, Sam, and me. Most people our age might have chosen a trip filled with wild night outs or surfing lessons, but for us, a hotel with an indoor pool was paradise.

"You gonna get in, or just stand there all day?" Sam teased, his tone light, but I could see the excitement dancing in his eyes. He was lounging on a poolside chair, wearing his own swim trunks and a damp pastel blue T-shirt plastered against his chest, the fabric hugging him in a way that made him look a bit smug.

I chuckled nervously, still hesitating. I had just changed into my favorite outfit: a slightly faded, dark blue T-shirt with a graphic of a vintage skateboard, a comfortable gray sweatshirt over it, and snug-fitting jeans. Sam always said I had no sense of adventure when it came to swimming, but today, there was something liberating about being brave.

“Okay, okay, I’m going in!” I shouted, and with that, I took a running leap, feeling the brief rush of cold air as I soared above the water's edge before I hit the surface with a satisfying splash. The chill of the water enveloped me instantly, washing away the warmth of the room and the remnants of hesitation.

Emerging from the depths, I shook my head like a dog, droplets scattering in sparkling arcs through the airy space. I caught a glimpse of Sam, who burst into laughter at my waterlogged state. When I finally surfaced, I looked down, and the fabric of my jeans clung to my legs like a second skin, the rich blue darkened into a deep navy. My wet T-shirt clung to my torso, its weight pulling the hem down as the cool water sent shivers down my spine. My sweatshirt floated around me, the sleeves billowing like wings.

“Looks like you’re taking the plunge seriously!” Sam called, still chuckling. “You look like a drowned rat!”

“Very funny,” I retorted, splashing water in his direction. I couldn’t help but laugh too, feeling the initial tension of the moment melting away. Drenched and slightly embarrassed, we both settled into the rhythm of pool games, our playful banter echoing against the tiled walls.

Half an hour passed as we swam, dove, and pushed each other under. My clothes felt wonderfully heavy, every movement creating splashes that splattered everywhere. The fabric sticking to me felt foreign yet oddly liberating. The scent of chlorine mixed with the slight musk of wet fabric created a sort of fragrance unique to this moment. Each time I kicked, the water drew away from my jeans only to rebound back against my skin, and I reveled in the sensation.

We had just started a game of underwater tag when the door opened, revealing a family of four entering the pool area. A boy, maybe fifteen, gasped at the sight of us—two soggy boys splashing around—and ducked behind his mother, who looked mildly amused. The dad, however, was more than eager to get into the action, stepping forward and asking if he could join.

Within moments, we'd turned the pool into a chaotic whirlpool of laughter and splashes, the four of us tumbling through the water like children, oblivious to the implications of being soaked to the bone. I found myself in a friendly competition with the dad, racing from one end of the pool to the other. My clothes weighed me down, but with each kick, I felt invincible, powered by the sheer joy of play.

After a few laps, I swam to the edge, leaning back against the side of the pool and catching my breath. I glanced over at Sam, who was introducing himself to the boy, making funny faces to coax him out into the water. Somehow, in one magical moment, we had transformed from ordinary brothers to reckless, audacious adventurers.

The family eventually left, but by then the sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm orange glow that danced on the water. It felt like time had stood still, and I was grateful for the simple joys of this moment. I closed my eyes, letting the sound of water swirling around me wash away thoughts of the realities we would return to when the holiday ended.

“Hey, you know what?” Sam said, floating close to me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Dive again! This time, I’ll catch you!”

I laughed, unsure how he planned to do that. But rather than leave him guessing, I accepted the challenge and jumped again. The thrill of being caught in the splash of water, the sensation as my clothes soaked through once more, was electric.

Later, when we finally plodded out of the pool, the day had turned into night. The cool breeze felt refreshing against my wet clothes, the air filled with the mingled scents of chlorine and freshly sun-dried fabric. We collapsed onto our chairs side by side, like the two soggy heroes we were, panting and exhilarated, our clothes still heavy with water.

“Next time, just wear swim trunks,” Sam suggested, a playful grin on his face as he watched the water drip from my sleeves.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I countered, a smile breaking out on my own lips. My heart swelled with contentment. The summer holiday was perfect, more than I could have ever imagined it would be. All I needed was my brother, a bit of water, and the freedom to let go. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.

[hamsterboos]

here’s a fact. hating someone is exhausting.

Again, another one I speed wrote between finishing up homework and playing genshin lmao I really need to work on that but oh well. Seeing the prompt immediately reminded me of The Hating Game and this is kind of based on that, so do with that information what you will :D Title is also a quote from the book!

Word Count: 1495 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Masterlist

Day 18 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: You're my work rival and we're stuck in an elevator

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It was a race, and they were tied for first place.

Then again, it’s not like there were any other competitors except for the two of them.

Aelin glanced at the clock and silently cursed, realizing that there wasn't much time left until the working day was done, and she desperately needed to finish this data analysis report for her boss to be able to look over the first thing Monday morning. The only caveat to this was that Rowan Whitethorn was also there until the last possible minute finishing his analysis report on a different department’s data collection.

If he wasn’t sitting directly across from her and constantly in her direct line of sight, it wouldn’t have been such a problem, but when she looked up to see his annoyingly handsome face with his gorgeous eyes and infuriatingly beautiful tattoo creeping out of his shirt’s collar, Aelin was just pissed off that he was such a dick.

Ever since Rowan had joined the company, his insane work ethic (that rivaled hers, honestly) and the fact that he had immediately begun to compete with her for the same manager promotion had Aelin understandably frustrated, and it seems that Rowan was frustrated as well. However, Aelin was nothing but professional, so she never acted on her annoyance with him until the small passive-aggressive and sarcastic comments shared between them turned the silent feud not-so-silent, or secret. Soon enough, the entire office was aware of the fact that Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn hated each other and could not work together.

Of course, that just forced their boss to work together more often than not on data analysis projects, but they got their shit down. Somehow.

And now here they were, both working till the last possible second of the working day to show off their dedication to their jobs in order to somehow get the upper hand compared to the other. Everyone else had slowly begun to leave already, the office emptying out early especially with it being a Friday afternoon (even their boss had left), but this was an important report. With being promoted to a manager role, that would mean that they were the other’s boss, and Aelin wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle Rowan as her boss. He would definitely somehow make her working life hell, and she liked her job; she enjoyed working with the numbers and making graphs and analyzing these numbers.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and with every glance at the clock and at Rowan, her fingers worked faster, slowly beginning to cramp as she desperately tried to get that last sentence in so she could proofread it over quickly.

“How are you still writing, Galanthynius?” she heard Rowan taunt, and she rolled her eyes as she finished typing out her last thought. “You seem to be losing your touch.”

“Screw off, Whitethorn,” she growled, hitting enter and then saving the document — four times but who’s counting — before turning to look at his smug face. “Maybe you finished earlier because you didn’t have nearly as much detail as I do. It’s always quality over how fast something can get done, anyway.”

“Hmm, that wouldn’t make a difference if Maeve can’t look at the document bright and early on Monday, now would it?”

“Who said anything about her not having it done by Monday morning?” she asked, her eyes scanning the document over for any typos and coherency issues.

“Such arrogance.”

“It’s called confidence, Rowan. Maybe you’d attract more girls if you had any of that,” she replied sweetly. It was a blatant lie, though. He had enough confidence in himself that she was attracted to him. Not that she’d ever, ever, make that obvious to him.

“Not like you go out on many dates, either.” Aelin saved the file yet again after another read through, and she sent it to the printer, and she stood up, moving to the printer. Rowan followed her.

“How do you know I don’t have one tonight?”

“I think you’d be bragging about it much more if you did.”

Aelin leaned against the printer as it worked, and she ran her eyes over him. It was unfair how hot he looked in a white button-up collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and gray slacks, but it wasn’t like she was unaware that she looked hot today as well. It was a navy long sleeved dress with a gold belt cinching around her waist and a v-neck that went deep enough to barely be considered professional.

“I don’t need to brag about my dates,” she said, turning to pick up her papers and stapling them. “I think my clothes are enough.”

Aelin saw his eyes roam over her, lingering on the v-neck, before snapping back to her face. “I suppose so. I’ve seen you look like a nun, so this is definitely something special.”

“Aw,” she cooed. “You like it. Now, if you’d kindly get out of my way, I have something to submit before I leave.”

She walked away from him and set the report on Maeve’s desk before picking up all of her belongings and packing it away and moving to leave the office. Waiting for the elevator took a bit, and by that time Rowan had joined her, silently standing next to her. The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival, and they both got on, still in utter silence until there was a loud clanging sound as the elevator jerked. Aelin lost her balance as she let out a cry of surprise, tumbling into Rowan’s side. He grabbed onto her waist to steady her with one hand braced on the side of the elevator, and the lights within had turned off before turning to a soft blinking red.

“What’s going on?” she asked, pushing herself away from him. Rowan moved to press a button on the elevator before they both realized that the building had lost power, effectively trapping them in the elevator.

“Shit,” he cursed, “we’re stuck.”

Aelin pressed the emergency speaking button, “Hello? Is anyone there? We’re stuck in the elevator.”

The speaker crackled to life immediately afterwards, with someone asking if they were okay and how many people were in the elevator before saying that the firefighters were on their way, but it would take at least half an hour.

“Well this is fantastic,” Aelin sighed, leaning against the wall.

“Too bad you’re missing out on your date,” Rowan said.

“Yeah, well at least you get to grace yourself in my presence for a bit longer.”

“As if I need more of you in my life.”

Aelin scoffed. “People could always use more of me in their lives. You wouldn’t be having nearly as much fun at work without me.”

“WIthout you? You can’t deal with half the tech problems we get if it weren’t for me. How did you make do without me?”

“Perfectly fine, Rowan, trust me.” In their heated conversation, she hadn’t realized when she’d moved away from the wall and instead was so close to Rowan that she could feel his body heat. His hand snaked around her waist and pulled him snug against her body, and her hands landed on his firm chest.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered.

Aelin smiled, “I don’t care.”

She wasn’t sure if she had moved first or he had, but the next thing she knew, her arms were around his neck and both his hands were on her waist as their lips moved in tandem.

He was intoxicating as his lips devoured hers, and her brain spun as her body heated up in his hold.

Holy shit, Rowan was an amazing kisser.

She leaned up on her toes to get better access to his lips, and he leaned down even further. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Who needed air when he was kissing her like that? It wasn’t possible for her to want to keep doing this with a man she hated, but her body didn’t care about that. Her body wanted Rowan’s hands all over her. Her body wanted him to slam her against the wall, hard enough that all she could feel was his body against hers.

Fortunately (or unfortunately?), her brain restarted, and Aelin pushed away from him, her chest heaving as she took gulps of air.

As the two looked at each other in silence, there wasn’t anything for them to say. She knew Rowan felt the same as she did. This was a mistake. An insanely amazing mistake, but a mistake regardless.

“This was a one time thing,” she breathed, and he nodded, his eyes still burning into her.

Thankfully, the elevator jerked slightly yet again as the speaker turned on again. “Good news, the power’s back, so everything’s fine.

“Great, thanks,” Rowan responded, and once they had arrived at the ground floor, Aelin resisted the urge to grab him again.

That could not happen again.

[shsummertimefest-blog]

More Precious Than Gold (The Lightwood-Banes)

Enjoy, @alecsplushpillow!

Hello Sam, it’s the Oracle, at last!  I really hope you enjoy your gift and that it makes you smile! It has been fun to get to know you through your blog, I’m sure we’d get along famously!!  Your enthusiasm for my messages proved a great motivator and I want to thank you for your wonderful Ask replies! Enjoy your surprise! Love & Hugs! ;-)) XXXX

[Read on AO3]

More Precious Than Gold

(The Lightwood-Banes)

Exiting the penthouse lift, Alec dragged his weary feet to their front door, ready to drop onto the couch and sleep for a week. He pushed it open, pausing as his ears were met with childish shrieks of ‘Take that!’ and ‘Fire the cannons!’ followed by realistic sound effects  and suddenly all traces of fatigue fell away.  

The door closing heralded his return and two young pirates, complete with costumes and perfect make-up, jumped into his path before launching themselves at his legs, with delighted squeals of ‘Dad!’  Ruffling their hair, being careful not to dislodge their elaborately-fashioned bandanas, Alec returned their beautiful smiles before asking in a conspiratorial whisper, ‘Where’s Papa?’  

Five year old Max tugged at his impossibly large hand, cupping little fingers to his cherubic mouth as their new recruit knelt down dutifully to listen.  ‘He’s not Papa, he’s Captain Cat Eyes and he wants our gold!’  Blue eyes shone with glee as hazel ones looked suitably afraid. ‘What should we do?’ he asked fearfully, as Rafe threw his arms around them both to form a huddle. With authority belying his tender age of seven, his eldest replied, ‘We have to take him prisoner!’ looking over his shoulder at what used to be the living room.

Curious, Alec grasped their hands as he stood up, edging further into the room and gasping as his eyes took in the change.  His peaceful haven had been transformed into a tropical utopia, walls filled with plants and flowers of every colour imaginable, the floor covered in golden sand with weathered planks forming pathways in different directions around the furniture.  Balcony doors had been thrown open to showcase what was now the bow of a ship, complete with steering wheel and flagpole, flying the obligatory skull and crossbones which bore the gold-green eyes of a cat. Oh boy, his indulgent husband had really pushed the pirate boat out this time. They would never sleep tonight.

With surround sound speakers providing the perfect soundtrack of creaking wood, noisy seagulls and rolling waves, there was only one detail missing from the scene - the all-important treasure.  Expecting to see a bejewelled chest sitting atop of the big black ‘X’ in the middle of the room, Alec’s heart melted instead at the sight of a glitter-covered shoebox dotted with shiny gemstone stickers, a big black lock drawn in Rafe’s hand on it’s lid, with Max’s scribble of ‘tHe gOld’ either side of it. He could imagine the fun they’d had making it, let alone the mess it had caused, and wished he’d been home to share in it.

A polite cough came from the general direction of the balcony, drawing their attention, followed by a gravelly voice calling, ‘Parley!’ the desired impact ruined by the accompanying giggle. ‘I be willing to allow ye a ten minute truce to prepare….,’ a short pause, ‘Pretty Boy Pirate for battle!’  Alec chuckled at the nickname, it’s effect on him the same now as it had been the first time.  Magnus’ normal voice restored, he added, ‘Everything’s ready in the bedroom! Better be quick!’ Resuming his role with a lusty ‘AARRGGHH!’ as he stomped his feet, the sound had the kids running for their daddies’ room, Alec in tow. Only just managing to slide the door closed before a thud from the other side had them all jumping with nervous delight, they laughed as they taunted their enemy who was having difficulty not joining in.  ‘Clock’s ticking, Blueberry Beard! And tell Racketeer Rafe that I owe him for those cannon shots!’ As the boys quickly dispersed to gather up make-up and jewellery from Papa’s vanity table, Alec took the opportunity to finally say hello to his beloved.

Pressing his forehead to the door, he whispered, ‘Evening, beautiful! I gather this was your idea?’  He could picture Magnus’ guilty grin as he flattened himself against the wood on the other side.  ‘Good evening, darling! And I admit the thought of you pouring yourself into the black leather trousers I’ve laid out for you, did expedite my willingness to participate.’  Alec looked back at his costume warily.  The trousers and navy blue ruffled shirt seemed suspiciously small to him, grimacing as he noted there were very few buttons with which to fasten it. Typical.

‘Hey! No talking!’ Rafe scolded, pulling his father away from the door by his jacket, ‘You’re not even dressed yet!’

Stumbling backwards, Alec held his hands up in apology. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. Gimme two minutes.’  Seeing the panic on their faces, he scooped up the clothing off the bed and quickly headed for the en-suite, calling out ‘One minute!’ through the door.  Toeing off his boots, he shed his jacket and t-shirt before hopping out of his jeans, kicking them to one side as he hastily donned the snug-fitting shirt and the indecent leathers. ‘Magnus, you’re in so much trouble for this,’ he promised, as his reflection rolled its eyes at him, cursing the amount of chest hair on show.  Alec only hoped Captain Cat Eyes was similarly attired as he knotted the matching paisley bandana behind his head, and flung open the door.

‘What do you think?’ he asked proudly as Max bounded over, his hands full of goodies from the trinket bowl.  ‘You look really handsome, just like Papa always says,’ came the heartwarming reply as Alec lifted him onto his hip so he could place the silver necklaces over his head, revelling in his son’s laughter as he planted kisses on his soft cheeks.

‘Five minutes!’

‘Dad, quick! You need a beard!’ Rafe urged as he tapped the stool, brown eyes pleading with him to hurry.  Placing Max on his knee as he sat down, Alec allowed him to add rings and a bracelet to his hands while Rafe set about dotting his jawline with the kohl pencil, tickling them both as they did so.

‘Two minutes and counting!’ Magnus insisted, ‘Tick tock, tick tock…’

‘No way!’ Alec countered, as he placed Max back on his feet and checked his appearance in the mirror, feeling proud of his son’s efforts. ‘You are cheating!’

‘Pirate!’ came the smug reply, ‘And you three are having far too much fun without me, by the sounds of it!’ The bedroom door slowly began to slide open and the boys flew to close it, their shared laughter the best sound Alec had ever heard, the reason his heart had trebled in size over the last few years. Blinking back the unexpected tears of happiness, he assumed his ‘Head of the NY Institute’ voice and strode toward them, with a warning of ‘One minute! So you’d better run!’  A creditable yelp was the response as they listened to Magnus fleeing back to the ‘island’ and Rafe began the countdown, but Max’s impatience to resume battle prompted him to push aside the door and go charging after the Captain, leaving them little choice but to follow suit.

With enthusiastic battle cries, they ran into the room, only for Alec to come skidding to a halt at the sight that greeted him. His husband in pirate garb was something he never knew he needed until now, and the effect on him was immediate. He’s a little uncomfortable in tight trousers.  Vaguely aware of their sons’ attempts to start a fight, their eyes found each other as they always did, and Alec thanked the Angel that the boys were too distracted to witness their blatant appraisal of each other’s appearance. As much as Alec thrilled to the slow examination he was being subjected to, it was Magnus’ body and soul that made him react this way.  Every time. Knowing the man within that amazing body was even more beautiful on the inside was what drew him to Magnus, what kept him there and why he’d never leave.

Nodding his head and giving an approving wink, Magnus recovered quicker, pretending to fend off both of his adversaries with deft movements and exaggerated growls, giving Alec time to take him in.  A vision in black, from the knee-high buckled boots and velvet fitted trousers, to the matching sleeveless lace-up that was begging to be untied, he looked dangerous. Silver and onyx jewellery adorned his ears, throat and hands, whilst the violet streaks in his soft bouncy hair were matched by the rakishly tied sash at his hips and the glittery make-up.  Was it their bed time yet?

‘You cheated!’ yelled Captain Cat Eyes as he jumped behind the ship’s wheel to protect himself from another attack.  ‘Pirates!’ Pretty Boy replied, feeling a ridiculous amount of pleasure at being able to say it back, as the Captain rolled his eyes. Suddenly, Blueberry Beard shouted, ‘Attack!’ and the brothers waved imaginary cutlasses as they ran at him, only for the would-be prisoner to leapfrog the wheel and escape to the island, where Pretty Boy was guarding the priceless chest. The boxed one, not his husband’s.

‘I can’t wait to get my hands on that thing!’ Magnus promised, spanking him on the way past, leaving Alec groaning as he self-consciously tugged down his shirt while the kids gave chase.  ‘Dad, keep it safe!’ was the order thrown over the shoulder of Racketeer Rafe, and Alec promptly stood astride it, doing his bidding.  When Magnus looped back around and saw him, he couldn’t resist a cheeky follow-up.  ‘’X’ does indeed mark the spot for all things coveted,’ he quipped a little breathlessly, sidestepping Alec’s attempt at catching him, before ducking behind the brick pillar.  

As his fellow pirates rounded the armchairs, Alec stopped them with a finger to his lips, as he pointed at their target’s hiding place.  Max crossed his hands over his mouth to stifle a giggle as Rafe nodded his understanding.  Signalling for Max to stay with the treasure, he let the older boy take the lead, tiptoeing over to where Magnus had last been seen before splitting up to ambush him.  ‘Gotcha!’ they both cried as they jumped out from behind the pillar, only to be met with thin air.  Hearing loud shrieks and laughter, they turned to see Captain Cat Eyes standing over the ‘X’  with the golden prize in one hand and Max flung over the other shoulder, wriggling as tried to free himself from the enemy.

‘The treasure is mine, you rascally pirates, and there’s nowt you can do to stop me!’ came the triumphant boast, as the Captain tightened his grip on his troublesome hostage.  Pretty Boy stepped in front of Racketeer Rafe, gesturing behind his back for him to go left, as he sought to distract the villainous Cat Eyes.  Alec rubbed at the back of his neck before stretching his arms high above his head, feigning tiredness, as he nodded for Rafe to block the escape to the ship, knowing Magnus would be pursing his lips at the amount of skin on show.  Hungry eyes confirmed his plan had worked. Shipmate in position, he stepped forward, heel-to-toe, a flirty lop-sided smile on his face as he backed the Captain up toward the balcony doors. ‘We can capture you and keep you with us, for always!’ Alec promised, pinning him with an unwavering look that was warmly returned.  

‘You’re ours!’ Rafe shouted, claiming his prisoner with a hug from behind, as Max mumbled a tired, ‘Ours!’ while Magnus lowered him to his hip.  Closing the remaining distance with outstretched arms, Alec sandwiched them both as he reached around to hold onto Rafe, his voice husky with emotion as he avowed, ‘Ours!’  Tilting his chin up to meet his nephilim’s kiss, Magnus ‘surrendered’ with an unequivocal, ‘Yours!’

With a bone-deep sense of contentment, Alec enjoys a few precious moments of having his family close, before relieving Magnus of one drowsy little boy, getting a hug in return.  Kneeling down to wrap an arm around the younger dark-haired angel, Magnus holds up the shoebox with mock solemnity, bidding Alec to bring Max nearer.  ‘This treasure can only be claimed by reciting a secret enchantment. One that can be found in the Book of Spanish Lullabies’ in your bedroom.’  Snapping his fingers, he produced a golden burst of light that filled his palm, before it morphed into a sand-filled hourglass which the boys found mesmerising. ‘If you find the right one and perform it before this timer runs out, the gold is yours!’

Rejuvenated by their excitement, the pair made haste to find the key needed to unlock the chest, as Captain Cat Eyes and Pretty Boy Pirate took the opportunity to, rather desperately, seal their deal. With their lips. Unfortunately, no sooner had they negotiated mutually agreeable positions, their little princes had returned, clutching a well-worn volume of rhymes that Alec found vaguely familiar for some reason.

As the grains filtered down, Magnus placed the box on the floor.  ‘Rafe, honey, you sing the rhyme and Max, you keep your hand palm-down over the lock, ok?  Concentrate, Blueberry, just for a minute.’ Magnus stood behind him in case he needed help as Max scrunched up his nose, trying to make the tiny sparks from his hand form a stronger pulse of energy. ‘That’s it. I’m just going to top you up,’ he encouraged, placing his hand over his son’s, steadying him as the lid of the shoebox began to shake.  Giving Rafe’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Alec spoke confidently, ‘You’ve got this.’  Clearing his throat, Rafe began the lullaby.

‘Cierra ya tus ojitos  

(Close your eyes)

Duermete sin temor

(And sleep without fear)

Suena con angelitos parecidos a ti’

(Dream of angels that look like you)

All of a sudden, Alec felt a flicker of recognition at the tune being sung, the words making him somehow nostalgic…. He knew this!

‘Y te agarrare tu mano

(I’ll hold your hand)

Duermete sin temor

(Sleep without fear)

Cuando tu despiertes yo estare aqui’

(When you wake I’ll be here)

On the last note, Magnus flicked his wrist downwards, sending a wave of electric blue light out through Max’s tiny fingers. ‘Now, Max!’ he urged, watching proudly as his son curled his fingers before flinging up his arm, sending the lid flying up to the ceiling to happy cheers. Magnus used the distraction to wave discreet fingers over the open chest, filling it with beakers of warm milk topped with gold flakes and two giant rainbow cookies. Remembering to examine their cleverly-gotten-gains, they bounced with happiness at their mouth-watering reward,  ‘Don’t gulp, you two,’ Alec warned as the boys dropped to the floor, knowing full well it wouldn’t touch the sides.

Whilst Magnus began restoring the loft to its former state with a swirl of his magnificent arms, Alec retrieved the book of lullabies, leafing through the pages as he tried to recall where he might have seen it before.  It must have been years ago, for it to be so distant but from where?  ‘Alexander, what is it?’ Magnus enquired as he ducked under his arm, forcing himself between the book and Alec, shamelessly demanding attention. Dismissing his concerns with a shake of the head, Alec grinned as he happily switched focus, planting several little kisses all over his upturned face, as Magnus held him, eyes closed. ‘Mmmmm…missed you today,’ he whispered as Alec nuzzled the sensitive spot just below his ear.  ‘You miss me every day,’ he breathed across his skin, feeling Magnus smile against his cheek as he murmured his agreement. A loud yawn from Max brought them back to awareness, prompting Alec to get them ready for bed, after a quick peck to the tip of his husband’s nose.

Their routine was quicker than usual, the effort of defending a pirate island proving too much, even for their energetic boys. After a quick bath where they re-enacted their fun-filled adventure using some newly conjured bath toys, courtesy of you-know-who, and their teeth were brushed clean, both were carried to their beds, limp with fatigue. Almost asleep before they’d said their goodnights, faces softened with the promise of dreams, they never looked more beautiful to their proud parents. And their life together never felt more content.

Finally able to realise his earlier plan of crashing out on the couch, Alec was still puzzling over the book he held in his hands when Magnus joined him, kindly allowing him to rest his long legs across his lap. ‘Magnus, how come I’ve heard that rhyme before? And why does this seem somehow familiar?’ Frowning in concentration and chewing his bottom lip, he knew it had something to do with his childhood, but what?  ‘Well, it’s a much-used, well-loved favourite of mine that I’ve had since my teens.  I came across it at a bookstore in Madrid, when Ragnor needed to find some obscure biography of an artist that no-one else had heard of.’ Brown eyes softened at the cherished memory, returning the squeeze of Alec’s hand as he sympathised.

‘Then how would I have seen it? Even the scribbles inside the cover remind me of……’  Alec trailed off as a flash of insight, as vivid as photograph, came into his head.  He was very young, no more than four or five, and he was curled up on one of the chairs outside the infirmary, but he wasn’t sure why.  A book lay on the seat next to him….was it this one? ‘Have you ever brought it to the Institute? I’ve got a feeling I saw it there, outside the infirmary?’  Now it was Magnus’ turn to use his powers of recall, sifting through all the times his services had been needed to heal anyone there.  There hadn’t been that many times, it was usually Catarina’s domain. He had usually been summoned for help in tracking or setting up wards.  But there was that one time….

‘I seem to recollect being asked to do what I could for a young Shadowhunter whose injuries from a rogue werewolf attack proved too severe.  A small boy, with bright red hair and a birthmark on his cheek…’ Alec lifted himself up onto his elbows, open mouthed at his words.  ‘Gabriel.  I called him Gabe. We attended pre-training together, then he was gone. I worried about him but never found out what happened.’ Unable to sharpen the focus of images blurred by time, his heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing a connection with Magnus, however tenuous, from so young an age.  ‘I sang him that lullaby to try and get him to settle, I’m sure…sorry, sweetheart,’ Magnus added, ‘Is that how you heard it, from outside the door?’  Alec could think of no other reason, ‘Must’ve been.’  

Despite the number of years that had passed since, he was still able to feel regret for his young friend, an innocent generous soul who’d been taken far too soon.  Maybe the fact that he was the father of a boy the same age was what made it hurt, irrelevant of the passage of time.  Lying back down he felt Magnus lace their fingers together and tried to take comfort from finally knowing the truth. ‘I love you, you know that?’ he said softly, knowing Magnus would have been deeply hurt by his inability to save Gabe.  ‘And thank you so much for trying to help him. He was the sweetest kid.’  A heartfelt sigh escaped Magnus as he thought of the people he’d been unable to save, knowing it made him more grateful for what he had. ‘I love you too, Alexander.’

Not wanting to let the sad memories spoil their magical evening, Alec was still glad to know that one of his earliest memories was of Magnus. Together, they would continue to create memories and he would treasure every one.  Sitting up, he enveloped Magnus in a comforting hug, kissing his cheek noisily to coax a smile.  It worked. ‘I wish I’d known you when you were young, I bet you were adorable,’ Alec thought aloud as a baby-faced Magnus made him chuckle.  ‘I’ll have you know I have indeed always been this beautiful, and you should consider yourself lucky to have snared me, Shadowhunter.’ Thumbing the outline of those ‘beautiful’ features, Alec’s eyes crinkled with a smile.  ‘Oh, I do. But you should consider yourself luckier to have hooked someone as pretty as me.’ Magnus’ eyes rounded in mock surprise.  ‘Oh, I do. Let me show you…’

With slow, deliberate movements they released all thoughts of pain, choosing to pour their emotions into something positive, something pleasurable. As their breaths became shorter, they both tried to get closer, letting their hands reacquaint themselves with their soulmate’s body, after all, it had been hours since they’d last made love. The intensity of  their feelings never dimmed, it only burned brighter with time. They would never be over this need to be close.  Magnus broke contact reluctantly. ‘Let’s go to bed,’ he suggested, receiving a heavy-lidded smile in response.

Alec stood, placing the book on the coffee table before pulling Magnus up with both hands, leading him backwards toward their bedroom, sharing a look of promise that, even now, left them breathless with anticipation.  Dilated pupils raked each other’s bodies as they neared the doorway. ‘Tell me Captain, how wicked does a pirate have to be to earn your punishment?’ Alec wondered, still susceptible to blushing, except now his gaze no longer averted and his hands never faltered.  Reaching the foot of the bed, Magnus clenched his jaw as some rather delicious ideas came to mind. ‘Only the most sinful, scandalous and downright indecent acts shall receive the most glorious retribution,’ he replied, dropping his glamour.  With a guttural moan of pure need, Alec began untying the velvet laces, as Magnus reached for the buttoned fly on his leathers, each release increasing the tension.  

‘Then prepare to be boarded, Captain,’ Alec warned, only half-joking, as he used the sash to pull him flush against his body, ghosting his lips along his lover’s throat.

Dextrous fingers began unknotting his bandana, as an evil laugh escaped past Magnus’ lips. ‘Then, Pretty Boy, prepare to be fucked!

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Snark stache full body eyeroll

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eBay Roundup

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Tons of great stuff in today’s roundup, including some African indigo blanket throws, great luggage from the heydays of Ghurka, and an M-65 style field jacket from The Real McCoys. Also wish this pair of JM Weston penny loafers were in my size. The round toe box and high side walls make these an easy companion with jeans. 

To dig up more menswear gems, try using our customized eBay search links. We’ve made them so you can quickly hone-in on high-end suits, good suits, high-quality shirts and fine footwear.

Suits, sport coats, and blazers

Brown Ralph Lauren three piece tweed suit, 40

Navy hopsack Sid Mashburn sport coat, 41

Mint blue Sid Mashburn wool twill sport coat, 42

Outerwear

Vintage jeep coat, size?

Vintage US Coast Guard coat, size?

Brown plaid RL zip overshirt, S

Real McCoys olive field jacket, S (pictured above)

Black Shipley & Halmos leather jacket, M

Tellason blanket lined work jacket, M

Richard James leather double rider, M

Tan corduroy Richard James work jacket, M

Blue plaid Woolrich Woolen Mills jacket, L

Denim and shearling RRL grizzly jacket, L

Vintage "Snug Harbor Instructor" jacket, L (wish this said "Smug Harbor Instructor.” Also pictured above)

Red plaid RRL jacket, XL

Vintage MIT varsity jacket, XXL

Sweaters and knits

Yellow cross-collar ribbed sweater, S

Vintage Harvard sweatshirt, M

Vintage S-applique varsity cardigan, L

Burgundy Eidos crewneck sweater, XL

White Eidos polo shirt, XXL

Shirts and pants

Land's End striped seersucker shirt, S

Navy dotted Kapital button-down, S

Black leaf print Richard James button-up shirt, 15.5

Red Chippewa plaid shirt, M

RRL denim work shirts, M, M, and L

Blue chambray Engineered Garments shirt, L

Cool vintage Aloha shirt, L

Indigo printed RRL work shirt, XL

Patchwork RL Rugby jeans, 31

Kapital raw denim jeans, 33

Shoes

Julian boots, various sizes

Alden suede penny loafers, various sizes

RLPL penny loafers, various sizes

JM Weston alligator penny loafers, 6 (fit like 8)

Yuketen black guide boots, 8E

JM Weston penny loafers, 7 (fit like 8.5) (pictured above)

George Cleverley Prince Albert slippers, 8.5

Crockett & Jones scotch grain shortwings, 9

OAMC navy running shoes, 9

Buttero black side zip boots, 9.5

RLPL tan single monks, 10

Alden tassel loafers, 10.5C

Viberg shell cordovan service boots, 11

RM Williams Chelsea boots,, 11.5 (1, 2, 3)

Ralph Lauren shell cordovan penny loafers, 12E

Ties

White and red madras tie

Green paisley Ralph Lauren tie

Bags, briefcases, and wallets

RRL blanket striped carryall bag (pictured above)

Marley Hodgson-era Ghurka bags (folio, carryall)

Vintage salt and pepper colored rucksack

White canvas RRL military bag

Misc.

Little fox figurine (pictured above)

Antique fireman pinback

Sunday Somewhere eyewear frames (1, 2)

Bunch of African indigo blanket throws (pictured above)

RRL indigo bandana scarf

African indigo scarf

Mauve floral Paul Smith pocket square

Ralph Lauren tartan umbrella

Onia swim shorts, 30

Vintage French plaid night shirt, M

Little dog figurine

Creepy bronze paper clip

Six matching Levis vests custom made for a band

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#Excerpt ~ A Moment to Dance (A Whistle Stop Romance) by Jennifer Faye...  #books #readers #dog #firefighter #SmallTown #amreading #SummerReads

A teacher, a cowboy firefighter, his young nephew and a sweet puppy...

Teacher Ella Morgan is moving to small-town Whistle Stop for a chance to start over. She's inherited a mountain cabin--in dire need of renovation--her grandmother left her, as well as a sizable tax bill. Her teaching job isn't going to cover the accumulated debt. She needs cash, and soon. Firefighter Tony Granger has returned to Whistle Stop to take over the family ranch and be the guardian of his orphaned nephew. But being a single parent isn't coming easy, and he's worried sick he won't succeed with his plan to adopt the boy, especially if Johnny's grades don't improve. He needs a break, and fast. When Ella finds out Tony doesn't have a partner for the Dancing With the Firefighters' benefit contest--which is offering a large cash prize--and he asks her to tutor Johnny, it looks like their problems might be solved. But when a rescued puppy leads them into danger, they find their greatest strengths. Can Ella and Tony let go of the past in order to make a family for Johnny? This is a full-length sweet contemporary small-town romance. Read all the books in the Whistle Stop Romance series by award-winning Jennifer Faye: Bk 1 - A Moment to Love Bk 2 - A Moment to Dance Bk 3 - A Moment on the Lips Bk 4 - A Moment to Cherish Bk 5 - A Moment at Christmas

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Excerpt:

A new town.

A clean slate.

And a chance to begin again.

Ella Morgan stepped out of her car onto the quiet street of Whistle Stop, New Mexico. The April sunshine rained down on her as she lifted her smiling face to bask in its warmth. After the whirlwind of settling into the cabin she’d recently inherited and learning the ropes to her new teaching position at the local school, she was plain worn out. All she wanted to do was grab a few items for dinner at Marty’s Market and head home.

She stepped onto the curb to put money in the parking meter when a young boy in a white T-shirt and denim shorts darted in front of her, causing her to teeter to a halt. Ella shook her head in disbelief before dropping a quarter in the meter.

A gentle breeze tickled across her skin, carrying with it the aroma of grilled burgers. She sucked in a deep breath, and her stomach rumbled. She glanced up the street at the white block building with the red and white awning—Benny’s Burger Joint. She sighed, remembering how her grandparents had treated her to one of Benny’s huge green-chile cheeseburgers smothered in melted Monterey Jack cheese while on summer vacation. That was back in the good days—back before it all went so wrong.

She swallowed her craving and started toward the little market, anxious to put some distance between herself and the diner. No sense daydreaming about a dinner she couldn’t afford. At this point, she had to keep track of every penny—

A swift movement caught her attention. The same young boy dodged between two parked cars. He stepped into the street and came to a stop. What in the world was he doing? Juggling something in his hands? A small animal?

The hum of an approaching vehicle had her peering down the road. A red pickup at the other end of the block barreled toward them, going far too fast.

Her heart clenched.

“Hey! Move!” she screamed, waving her arms in the air.

The child didn’t budge.

Had he heard her? Did he have any idea of the danger he was in?

An angry horn blast sent adrenaline surging through her body. With her long skirt hiked up, she raced the short distance to the boy.

The squeal of tires sounded as she lunged forward. Her fingers clenched in the boy’s shirt. With every ounce of strength, she yanked. The force threw them both back between the two parked cars.

The jolt of the child’s body bumping into her and the unevenness of the pavement caused her to stumble. Her free hand flailed through the air. With a thud, her backside landed hard on the asphalt. Her back teeth rattled together. The boy, with his heavy backpack, landed on her legs. In a fraction of a second, the tractor-trailer rumbled past. A gust of warm air rushed over her as pain ricocheted from her hip down her leg. Thank God, they were safe.

The child yanked forward, struggling to free himself from her hold. He didn’t appear to be more than nine years old. And lucky for her, he was skinny.

“Let. Me. Go. You’re ruining my shirt.”

Not realizing she still had her fingers clenched on the back of his shirt, she loosened her grip while still keeping an eye on him. This child was too young to be left to his own defenses, as was evidenced by the near-miss with the truck.

“Where are…your…parents?” She struggled to get the words out between ragged breaths.

The boy pulled away from her. “I don’t have any.”

“What’s your name?”

He backed away from her toward the sidewalk while still cupping something in his hands. “I’m not telling you. You’re a stranger.”

Not only had she risked her own neck and most likely ruined her favorite skirt to save him, but now he refused to be cooperative. She frowned at him. If he wouldn’t give her a straight answer, surely one of the town’s residents would stroll by and let her know where he belonged.

In answer to her thoughts, she heard a vehicle slow to a stop. A door opened, followed by rushed footsteps. Good. Someone was here to help sort things out.

“What’s going on?” a deep male voice bellowed.

If the man’s thunderous tone was meant to gain attention, it did the job. The boy rushed over to the man, obviously familiar with him. Ella straightened and dusted herself off. She frowned when she detected a long rip in her skirt. She might be able to mend it, but it’d never be the same.

With a resigned sigh, she turned her attention to the man. She had to crane her neck to see the man’s face. My, he was tall, probably six-four, if not more. Her line of vision drifted down to his navy T-shirt, which was pulled snug over his broad chest. Her gaze lingered, taking in the white insignia of the Whistle Stop Volunteer Firefighters in the upper left corner with Station House 87 printed below it. She wondered if he was in fact a fireman. By the looks of his hefty biceps, he certainly was strong enough.

“I’m waiting for an answer,” the man’s voice boomed.

When she found him staring at her instead of the child, she was startled. Her gaze moved to the boy. The kid shot her a smug now-you’re-in-trouble look.

The scowling man shoved his deep brown Stetson higher, revealing a hint of dark hair. His tanned face was obscured by a bit of scruff, but it was his eyes that did it for her. Their chocolate shade with gold flecks drew her in with their intensity. He wasn’t bad-looking—a shame he was so abrasive.

“She grabbed me.” The boy pointed an accusing finger at her.

The man crossed his arms and glared at her. “You better tell me why you had your hands on him before I call the sheriff.”

The once-deserted sidewalk now had a few people passing by. Ella glanced over her shoulder to find pedestrians pausing to stare in their direction. She wrung her hands together and turned away. Heat flared in her chest and warmed her face.

Just what she needed—a scene sure to be followed by gossip. She’d hoped to leave that all behind in Albuquerque. For the first time, she wanted to fit in, feel accepted. And if the cowboy kept shouting, he’d ruin her fresh start in Whistle Stop.

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And back to the classic pen fidgets that started the whole fidget friday experience…

Bonus snug navy shirt of smugness, phone and tache (for those of you who are tache inclined… looking at you @thewatcher98 😊)

Gif by the wonderful @sircolinmorgan

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Pensive stache #3

Ok... so its not pensive stache at all... its a mix of snark stache and I've-had-enough-of-your-shit stache but you know...

that stance, that shirt, that look....

I know you've all forgiven me already 😎

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A rather late in the day Endeavour wardrobe team appreciation post for Gilet Slay Saturday.

No gilets but the wardrobe team did give us…

1. The smug motherfucker suit

2. The rolled up sleeved blue punting shirt

3. The boiler suit of lust

4. The too snug navy shirt of smugness

5. The check blue coat of confection

6. All of the Tuxes….

7. Emo Morse…

8. And of course the S9 glow-up. The long navy coat, the navy suit… I mean just season 9 really