#whitesuited .

[parainvestigate]

@whitesuited sent: “At this point, you’re abusing sarcasm.”

"Hm."

Striking a match he used a hand to guard it against the threat of being blown out by a light breeze. "Ain't know that was a thing you could do, learn somethin' new every day," he grumbled as he brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette held between his lips. Taking steady puffs until he was sure it was lit.

"Not a fan of sarcasm, got it."

[whitesuited]

she 🤍

[unvendaval]

[ HIPS ] : sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips . + “ let me take care of you . “

what is tenderness , anyway ? he got to meet a glimpse of it with helen . a survivor solely on memories , john was not planning to re - start a fire that would never burn all the same . wasn't sure of any plan , that's for certain . for now , complete the cycle : end the lives that were meant to end , & return to a life of yearning for what once was .

his body hurts , remains of violence & the fall from a new york rooftop making it rotten . but sharon's touch doesn't . it almost colors him guilty , undeserving of such tenderness . @whitesuited lets fingertips quietly run down scarred torso , before they pull him closer by the hips . a whisper , an offering . he doesn't know what to do with himself , not anymore . this wasn't part of the plan . but the push - and - pull between them has smoldered for long enough . john moves his hands to each side of thirteen's face , drawing her into a deep , longing kiss .

( ... ) now that i have found my peace , find yours .

words may ruin this peace , suddenly so fragile & sacred . it doesn't take long before john guides her to the bedroom . oh , the turn things would take .

[entrepy]

📷 for a post of your muse on my muse’s instagram, @whitesuited: which one of bucky's burner phones has insta the world needs to know( template. )

[graveycrd]

On days like this I need you to run your fingers through my hair and speak softly. ( door sees bod on the dash she wakes up IMMEDIATELY )

They are laying on a too-soft bed in a circle of creeping green, flowering vines, purpling blossoms petals hung open like a hound's panting tongue. Their feverish want for what dappled sunlight they can find is palpable.

it tastes like woody, tangy nectar slipping down his throat.

The windows are fogged over with dew and the few cracked open to let this room breathe bring in small swells of crisp, springing air. The sort of air still cloaked in winter but wanting desperately to shrug it all off to be warm and free in the rising spring days.

It would be gloomy if it weren't for all the green, if it were still winter with only bare bones of some trees and frost cutting across the windows instead. Still, this forest is doing a swell job at keeping this little home tucked away in the deep dark heart of it's self and Bod understands at once what she means.

"Your wish is my command," he murmurs sweetly, elbow already moving to cradle her head so he can lazily drop his hand into the thick of her hair. "You only have...mm two more, however."

@saeglopr

[wntrfreed]

@whitesuited asked: don’t you look lovely.

he grunts quietly, at least acknowledging that she's complimented him, as he adjusts his tie in the mirror. as a man who lives his life in t - shirts & tactical gear, it shouldn't come as a surprise that a button up & suit jacket weren't exactly comfortable. he's loosened & readjusted the tie - black - at least three times before accepting that there is no right answer. sometimes tracking a mark had its casualties in this case, a formal event he hadn't found a way out of.

he was sure she would be stunning. she always was. he was also sure he didn't care what he looked like . . . he just didn't want to go. with a sigh, he slips his hands into his gloves - less conspicuous - and turns to face her. "you're sure i have t ' go? i can think of about ten other things i could do that would probably get this done faster. " except that he couldn't. because there wasn't anything.

[parainvestigate]

@whitesuited hit the heart

"If you called before comin' the damned phone broke." Just about the third one is as many weeks. "Can't see what was so wrong with a normal rotary phone. Be gentle as a bird and those cell phones still shatter."

[whitesuited]

cries over how blue this psd makes her eyes

[unvendaval]

❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜ ( for john b/c you know i cant say no to hozier AND john )

thirteen's words earn a chuckle ... as if their circumstances could not get more peculiar . it took them a visit to the valley of death , a ride to what felt like purgatory , to get here : a table for two , amidst breeze & parisian meadows , glasses of wine in their hands . what now ? the question plays on loop in john's head . at one point , he was certain , but not anymore .

from one safehouse to another , the marquis' harbinger kept his promise : access to resources in the palm of john's hand . he chooses a cottage by the countryside , a breath of fresh air before they could fly off the old continent , and hopefully , never see it again .

" you did too , " nose picks up the notes of honeysuckle before he sips , fingers tapping against glass . it still stings , what remains of the duel - a pain to his stomach , his muscles , but he was too intrigued with this night , their night , to pay attention . brown eyes douse in the sight of vineyards in the horizon , clear skies above . he didn't remember what peace felt like , until now . " we both had our ... reputation . "

[anthonyknaape]

[entrepy]

first realization of feelings / bucky and sharon 😈 by @whitesuited who also wrote this reply that this is also a continuation of . . .

Sharon Carter had become an unexpected and surprisingly permanent presence in his life. As permanent as anyone could be for someone whose half-cocked ideas could see him jetting halfway around the world before he had time to check the fine print of his pardon to see whether he was even allowed in that country, legally speaking. And considering, despite moving back to the States, how often Sharon herself moved around, the standard of being called a frequent caller in Bucky’s life was relatively low. But she was on the list. 

With Sam taking center stage with the wings and the shield, Bucky once again fell back to the shadows, and it was there that he found himself spending time with Sharon. It’s coincidence is what it is — or maybe that’s what it had been at the start. Bucky is comfortable lying to himself, but alas, the burden of awareness means he knows he’s doing it, and ignorance is not as blissful that way. 

Between the missions, the late night stakeouts, the scraping of takeout containers into the trash together and the cracking open of beer bottles at 4AM — something shifts. They’ve always teased like they were flirting, or flirted like they were teasing, either way. That was normal enough for even Sam to roll his eyes at and keep minding his own business. There’s no real moment of realisation — things shift around more like clouds in the sky than tectonic plates in the ground. Bucky’s no stranger to intrusive thoughts, so he takes the sudden appearance of intrusive feelings in stride. He can’t exactly play dumb about it, either — not like he might have been able to do when he was younger. He’d fallen hard and fast back then. He’d honestly thought that part of him might have been buried for good, lost with a handful of other pieces of himself during his journey through the Hydra tumble dryer into the future. The fact that it isn’t makes him smile. And soon after, punch a wall. 

He might have been more devastated if he didn’t see the same thoughts flit across Sharon’s face. She goes easy on him, more than she should. Let’s him look, lets him linger. Does a bit of lingering herself that he enjoys too much to call her out on. Personal space gets redefined, boundaries blur. What’s acceptable, and what’s not changes depending on whether or not there was someone else in the room with them. Certain privileges are awarded — so maybe he doesn’t disappear without a trace one night and appear five days later only in time to check in with his P.O, maybe he actually gives Sharon a little heads up as to which continent he was going to be in and makes sure their Words with Friends game doesn’t time out. And maybe she listens to him when he tells her it’s time to go to the hospital. When he asks her to let him help. Maybe. 

When she kisses him for the first time, he’s shocked to realise that it is the first time. It feels like they’ve been doing this for a while, and maybe that’s why that kiss comes as easy as conversation. Easier. Shuts him up real good. Tells him not to worry. Pleads with him. Wins. ‘ I’m coming with you. ’ This is her fight, he knows why she wants to see it through. But they’re getting into the habit of doing things together, which also means that they’re not doing things alone. This might just be one of those fights he puts down and picks up again later. 

‘ And Sharon . . . ’ Fingers slide under her jaw, turning her face to him as he steps in front of her, away from the brick wall. He kisses her, frown alleviated, lips parted enough to buy into the kiss, for it to stop feeling like a first time and start feeling like an about time. Just another one of those things that has crept up on them. Another thread added to the weave closing the gap between them. ‘ You won’t even know I’m there. ’

[rakiloveslewis]

I JUST KEEP WINNING !!!!!!! SIR LEWIS HAMILTON IN A WHITESUIT IN BIG 2024 ?????? MMMMHM HE KNOWS HOW TO GET ME FR

[aagdolla]

Guest at the Area SS23 fashion show during NYFW 2022 September.

[rosy-fox-art]

A secret Santa for @dino--draws

[aaliyahunleashed]

On October 6, 1997, Aaliyah performed “The One I Gave My Heart To”, on The Keenen Ivory Wayans Show.

“I had the pleasure to meet the amazingly talented and beautiful Aaliyah when she was on my show. RIP Aaliyah.” - Keenan Ivory Wayans | @keenenivorywayans

The Keenen Ivory Wayans Show is a late night syndicated television talk show hosted by Keenen Ivory Wayans. The show premiered August 4, 1997, and was unfortunately cancelled in March 1998. In a 2013 interview by the Television Academy Foundation, Wayans expressed displeasure working on the show as he was not given complete creative freedom. His involvement on the show is often teased by his siblings.

It was filmed at Studio 9A, Hollywood Center Studios Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, USA.

I’m sure somewhere in the archives, Keenan has a photo of him and Aaliyah behind the scenes on this night..

[aretis]