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p1utofairy · 5 months

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PICK A CARD

“kissin’ and hope they caught us.”

what will a night out with your future partner be like?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. this is my early thanksgiving gift to y’all 💗 i’m so thankful for the constant support and feedback idk how many times i can say it lol but thank you. enjoy and have a great holiday!

PILE i.

i can see you two in a club/party setting. the music is so loud it's pulsing through your veins, it's not usually your scene, but your person is right by your side holding you close. their hand is resting slightly on your back/waist guiding you through the crowd — i feel like they'll smell really good too they have a distinct fragrance on that's comforting to you. i feel like you'll be so giddy and excited to be outside with them and be seen together. lots of heads will turn for sure. i feel like y'all are a power couple…like looking at you two walking in together just makes sense but it also triggers jealousy and disbelief in other people? you and your person may come from different backgrounds or have different aesthetics but y’all pair together very well. they’re gonna be looking so smug lollll your person is the silent but confident type, like having you on their arm will shut everybody up and they’ll love it. this person could be very popular or well-known in their profession…i'm getting a serena van der woodsen type of vibe so people can definitely be infatuated with them. you might not even like dancing but you will with them! you're gonna be on cloud 9 the whole night, pile 1. some of you might not smoke or drink but you’ll feel high/drunk off them the entire night it’s so cute! u are my high by dj snake and future vibes for sure.

PILE ii.

the atmosphere is sensual af, pile 2. it's giving the vibe of a private dinner at an upscale restaurant/bar or hotel. your person planned this out very meticulously, and they managed to pull it off without you knowing too many details. you’ll be so happy to be sitting across from them and enjoying their company — i feel like you both don't always have the time to just sit and unwind because you both have very demanding jobs/schedules. i see you two flirting a lot with your eyes and smiling so big…the energy is very warm and playful. the sexual tension will be very thick between the two of you lol they might make comments throughout the night about how good you look. the lighting seems very dim and red seems to be the major theme so you could be wearing a red dress, they might give you a bouquet of red roses, their shirt might be red — idk it's something along those lines lol the color red is just significant for some reason. the food, their company, and the ambiance will be 100000/10 and the night won't stop there 😮‍💨 cause when they get you back home? soon as i get home by faith evans just came to mind LOL yeah they’re going to want to make up for lost time and please you in any and every way that they can. OKAYYY PILE 222.

PILE iii.

ah this is my introverted pile! i don't think you get out much, pile 3. if you do it's usually because someone begged you to come out and socialize or you pushed yourself to go. you like having your own space and privacy, and sometimes it's a bit overwhelming having to constantly socialize and be around a whole bunch of people that may not mesh with you. i think that your person will be receptive to this, and will take baby steps to get you out of your shell. they’d take you somewhere where you can relax and be comfortable like a drive-in movie theater or maybe somewhere in nature…it's somewhere you both can be alone and in your own bubble tuning out the rest of the world. i can see them holding you close and you’re leaned back against them just so content and reveling in the precious moment. it’s a night you’ll never forget because you’ll realize just how much they mean to you, and how far you’ve come in this connection. it's reminding me of that picture of ariana grande and mac miller at coachella. so so cute.

PILE IV.

y'all are that cute couple that ride for each other, okay!!! y'all will be so in loveeeeeee my GOSH the passion and desire will be so heavy and evident between you two. lana and asap rocky in the ‘national anthem’ music video vibes — it's like that bad boy meets good girl trope. i feel like this person would want to take you places you’ve never been before…they’d want to get all dressed up in fancy clothes and go out on the town with you. there'd be multiple activities in one night. omg they're so spontaneous it'd feel never-ending! you two will be so giddy around each other lol always cracking jokes and laughing about any and everything. i don’t think that it matters where they take you per se, pile 4. you will have the time of your life regardless. they just know how to light up every room that they walk in and ensure that everyone is having a good time! it's so cute and refreshing, ugh. they're going to really sweep you off your feet. they might have a really nice car and you’ll love being a ✨passenger princess✨ LMFAO they might tease you about it too. this person will be your best friend just as much as they are your true love.

#pick a card #pac #pick a pile #p1utofairy

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vinceaddams · 1 year

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Top 5 historic clothing items we should bring back into style (stockings on men, big cuffs on coats etc.)

Well I am very biased, because my everyday clothes are mostly 18th century menswear inspired, but for a list as short as 5 it's good to narrow it down!

1. 18th century shirts. Big puffy soft linen shirts. Best shirts. Comfiest shirts. Though tragically, since they get softer with more washing, they're at their absolute most comfortable right before they wear out.

(This one's from the post where I copied the tiddy-out violinist painting.) Besides being the nicest softest comfiest, they're also the most economical, being made entirely from rectangles. And they're versatile, they look good with lots of different garments! Someday I will do a very detailed youtube tutorial for my machine sewn shirt method. I've done so many now that I think I've finally got it down.

2. Adjustable waistbands. Why did this ever stop being a thing? 18th century breeches have lacing at the back, then in the 19th century trousers have a buckle tab. Now they do not, even though we're all still humans with bodies that change. (These are my orange silk breeches)

Do you know how many hours of my life I've spent taking in or letting out the waist seams of modern trousers? I don't know either, but I've been an alterations tailor since 2019, so it's got to be a fair amount.

All that waist altering wouldn't be necessary if they still made them adjustable! Waistlines fluctuate, so too should waistbands!!

3. Shoulder capes attached to coats. This was a thing in the late 18th century, and in the 19th, and I think into the early 20th too. It adds extra protection from the rain and snow, and it looks cool.

(c. 1812, The Met.)

(c. 1840-60, MFA Boston. The cape on this one is detachable)

You can make them long or short, and stack them up like pancakes or just have one. I've got 2 small ones on my corduroy coat, and one on my dark blue wool. Both cut from almost the same 1790's-ish pattern.

I also want to give a shoutout to fitted sleeves! I love me some two piece sleeves with a distinct elbow! And the coat pockets were bigger back then.

4. Indoor caps. I don't care what era or how fancy you go with it, I just want people to wear caps indoors when it's cold! This one's super simple, it's just a tube of linen tied with a ribbon.

(Detail from Le Marchand d’Orviétan ou l’opérateur Barri by Etienne Jeaurat, 1743.)

If it's cold in your apartment you need slippers for the feets and a cap for the head. Speaking of which.

5. Medieval hoods. This one is wayyy outside my usual era, but the wintery below-freezing weather has just started here and the knit hat I've been wearing isn't quite long enough to cover my ears. I want to make a simple hat with ear flaps, but I also wouldn't be opposed to trying to work something vaguely similar to this into my wardrobe. It looks so warm!

(Image source. Also she has a printable pattern available!) I actually made one of these once, an entire decade ago. But it was scratchy blanket wool and I've since given it away.

That's some of the main things I think we should bring back! There are lots of other things too, like men's nightgowns, and waistcoats with little scenes embroidered on them, but for this list I tried to be mostly practical.

#ask #ask meme #clothing #fashion #18th century

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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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Lauren Bacall (To Have and Have Not, The Big Sleep, Key Largo)—"Just put your lips together...and blow" excuse me ma'am i'm briefly going to turn into a kettle. She's the quintessential Femme Fatale who may betray me in the end but I'd let her it'd be worth it

Gloria Grahame (It's a wonderful life, Oklahoma, Human desire, The Cobweb)—I'm just going to link to this Film Comment article by Donald Chase, who makes the argument more eloquently than I can, although I think Grahame's Ado Annie is more than just the 'flirtatious goofus' he offhandedly describes her as. Between that role and Violet Bick in 'It's a Wonderful Life" she's played two of cinemas best irrepressibly horny ladies. That would be legacy enough for our hot vintage queen, but she is also GLORIOUS in 'In a Lonely Place' and consistently pulls focus from her co-star Humphrey Bogart, famously one of the most charismatic leading men of his day. I think she had even more, and hotter, chemistry with him than he ever had with Lauren Bacall, which is saying a lot I know. Anyway, your honor I love her and I want her to win it all.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Lauren Bacall:

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"She is soooo neat. And hot. And everything. That one scene in To Have and Have Not where she says "you know how to whistle don't you? You just put your lips together and blow" altered my brain chemistry during media archaeology class and here we are."

"Lauren Bacall was a major lesbian awakening for me. Every picture of her makes it look like she’s about to destroy you physically and emotionally (why is that so hot, I may need help). She had incredible long running chemistry with her husband, Humphrey Bogart, but was an absolute star in her own right. I’ll never be over my crush on her."

"She's got that confident, no-nonsense air about her. She's a boss babe who knows what she wants and gets it DONE. Staunch liberal Democrat her whole life. Campaigned for RFK. From Wikipedia: "In a 2005 interview with Larry King, Bacall described herself as "anti-Republican... A liberal. The L-word". She added that "being a liberal is the best thing on Earth you can be. You are welcoming to everyone when you're a liberal. You do not have a small mind."" Beautiful hair. Beautiful eyes. Beautiful lips. She's just beauty. LISTEN TO HER VOICE. TELL ME THAT'S NOT THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF."

"HER VOICE. Like yeah, she was absolutely stunning but oh my god, I'm obsessed with her voice"

"A gorgeous lady inside and out. One half of an absolute power couple with Humphrey Bogart, tended to him and other actors suffering from malaria whilst filming the African Queen, generally radiated grace and poise throughout her life. Also her last role was in Family Guy so she needs justice for that"

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"The VOICE, the SLINK, the EYES. Woof."

"She was stunning. Tall and beautiful with a distinctive voice and able to carry her own in a male dominated field. She won the heart of millions, including one of Hollywood's most iconic leading men, Humphrey Bogart. Their story was the stuff of legends, and the chemistry between them was apparent in the multiple films they started in together. She personified the film noir dame and yet she also adapted as Hollywood changed. Her career spanned decades, and she was honored multiple times."

Gloria Grahame:

Absolute Hollywood vamp, who had a fine comedic bone. Died far too young and was depicted by Annette Bening in the stellar Film Stars Don't Die in Liverpool

I’ve heard she’s horrendously miscast in Oklahoma (I have not seen it), so if you’re coming in with that framework PLEASE set that aside because gods does this woman shine in a NOIR!! She plays the battered woman more than a full on fatale, but she manages to bring interesting nuance to characters who are written as mere sultry divergences! Also: she’s sultry and an EXCELLENT divergence

She could do sexy, sweet and sinister in the same breath. She was crazy talented and had that lisp that melts me every time.

#gloria grahame #lauren bacall #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2 #Youtube

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cobragardens · 7 months

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CORRECTED & UPDATED! Clothes + Equivocation = Romance:

The Husbands in 1793

EDIT: I made a significant error when I wrote this. As @goodjomans kindly points out in the comments to Part 2 of this essay (massive shoutout for this, goodjomans! also I love your name!), Aziraphale is the one who dresses the executioner in clothing like Aziraphale's original ensemble, not Crowley. This changes my conclusions about the meaning we can take from this scene!

On the one hand, mea culpa, y'all. I shall get on with eating my crow. On the other hand, I had to go through this frame-by-frame to catch which of the ineffable spouses puts Jean-Claude in his new togs, and the answer only lasts three frames. Here it is:

After Aziraphale changes his clothes, but before Crowley snaps his fingers and unfreezes time, there's a shot of the executioner over Crowley's shoulder, and he is now wearing a light coat with gold embroidery on the shoulders like Aziraphale's. Aziraphale arranges the executioner's death, not Crowley. So I feel like an idiot for missing it, but not a total idiot.

Let's discuss how this information changes what we can read from this scene! I'm going to leave my original text in place and edit with bold green. I can still stand by most of this essay, but this detail changes how I read the meaning of the husbands' communication at the end of this scene.

So we're all clear on the fact that the universe of Good Omens is an inescapable nightmare dystopia in which either of the husbands' merciless authoritarian regimes could be watching or listening to them at any time, yes? And that if either are caught 'fraternizing' with the other that means discorporation, torture, memory wipe, and/or death for either or both of them, yes?

Which means Crowley and Aziraphale can never speak or do anything openly to each other about their friendship or attraction or love. Everything they say and do has to have an innocuous meaning they can point to in case anybody ever sees or hears something Team Azcrow can't explain away. Walls (and ducks) have ears, and the price of slipping up--as we see in 1827--is heavy.

When a character says or does something that has two distinct meanings because they need to disguise what they really mean from one party but make their meaning plain to another, lit-nerds (and lit nerds🍃) call this equivocation. Equivocation is a kind of coded communication meant to pass hostile ears and eyes in plain sight but reach its intended recipient with its true meaning. The 1793 scene is jammed with it.

A lot of that coded messaging revolves around the clothes Crowley and Aziraphale choose in this scene, so--THESIS PARAGRAPH, BITCHES--we're going going to talk about how their clothes read to the people of this time period and location, what their clothes tell us about their characters, how their clothes help them equivocate, and what they're really saying with that equivocation. And Spoiler A-fucking-lert, it is ROMANTIC AF PRETTY GD ROMANTIC. Let's get nerdy!

We start with Aziraphale's beautiful champagne-gold and powder-pink ensemble.

This outfit would tell people of this time period 3 things about Aziraphale:

That he's insanely wealthy--These clothes would be silk, hand-embroidered with thread made with actual gold. Each individual garment could cost years' or even decades' worth of working-class wages and take a team of skilled artisans dozens to hundreds of hours to make.

That he's a fop--i.e., a man who loves fine clothes and dressing up and looking fancy. By the 1790s in England, once-fashionable foppishness was giving way to the Neoclassical 'Corinthian' style, and was considered effete. (Fun note: During this time period, effete did not automatically indicate gay, and pink was considered a masculine color, so while Az. is queering it up to the audience here, his clothes would not have read as gay or overtly effeminate to the other characters around him.)

Even though he's insanely wealthy, Aziraphale wears clothes that are decades out of fashion.

According to the Victoria & Albert Museum, "As the [18th] century progressed, the male silhouette slowly changed.[...] Coat skirts gradually became less full and the front was cut in a curved line towards the back. Waistcoats became shorter. The upper leg began to show more and more[...]. Shoes became low-heeled with pointed toes and were fastened with a detachable buckle and straps or ribbon[.]

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That description is not what Aziraphale's wearing. Judging by his heel height and the length of his waistcoat, Aziraphale is wearing a style that's at least a decade older than this:

And this is from 1765. The great crepes caper happens in 1793, almost 30 years later.

My inference: Just as he has in the modern period, Aziraphale has settled into a style he really likes and refused to let go of it long after it's gone out of fashion.

We'll come back to this set of Aziraphale's clothes in a bit, but we need to talk about Crowley's first, because Crowley's clothes in this scene help render a line he says later about this outfit very flirtatious and darkly romantic.

First, some background: What was considered acceptable attire for wealthy people in France changed pretty much overnight during the French Revolution after the storming of the Bastille in 1789 and the fall of the French monarchy. Instead of advertising wealth, clothes now had to advertise political allegiance, and they had to do so loud and clear. And if you didn't want to be murdered by the French First Republic, that political allegiance had fucking better be to the Revolution.

People started wearing a looooooot of super patriotic shit. And I mean it was like little kids on the 4th of July; clothes were red, white, and blue in any hue and garish combination and print. The cockade, a fabric rosette in the colors of the French flag, was required by law to be worn by men, and despite that was just as popular among women. To show solidarity with the laboring classes, the fabrics the wealthy wore went from embroidered silk in light Rococo colors (what Aziraphale is wearing) to sober neutrals without decoration in wool, cotton, and linen.

Now, the script note for Crowley's clothing in this scene is this:

But clearly there were some changes made between script and filming, because Crowley does not appear standing behind Aziraphale; he appears lounging.

And he's not dressed as a French peasant.

Here's how French peasants dressed in 1790:

Peasants at this time wore styles that distinguished them from the styles of the upper classes not just in materials, colors, or patterns, but in shapes. Full trousers and cropped boxy jackets in French flag colors were the marks of the laboring-class Revolutionary, and both styles were huge changes from hundreds of years of French fashion up to that point.

And that's not what Crowley shows up wearing. Crowley is wearing the knee breeches, stockings, waistcoat, and frock coat of a wealthy man, and in fact his clothes reference a very specific type of wealthy man.

In the 1790s, if you were an aristocrat who wasn't happy about the Revolution and you were so sure of your privilege that you would risk your life showing it, you wore black in mourning for the monarchy and in protest of the violence of its deposition. If you were an aristocrat who wanted to protest and you didn't want to be immediately murdered by the French First Republic, you wore a style called half-mourning, which was black with a colored coat.

Here's a picture from a 1790 fashion magazine of an aristocrat in half-mourning:

"The text accompanying the plate describes his ensemble as 'half-mourning,' referring to the aristocrats who lamented 'the diminished powers of the monarchy and [signaled] their willingness to die for the royal cause'" [emph. added]. [Source]

Notice: the shoes, stockings, breeches, waistcoat, and cravat are all black. You with me?

Because here's Crowley in 1793:

I've turned up the brightness and exposure in this image so he's more clearly visible against the stone, but I haven't warmed it up. He's wearing a coat that's a dark blackish red. Everything else, even his cravat, even his shirt, is black. (The black shirt is anachronistic, a lovely little nod to Crowley's refusal to wear angelic white.)

This is 179fuckin'3, y'all. Marie Antoinette is executed in 1793. It's 3 full years after that fashion plate up there in his bright red jacket, and that lil dude was already risking his neck way back in 1790. As we can see from the fact that the government are apparently now grabbing random wealthy-looking Englishmen off the street to murder without trial, the time for a man demon to be sauntering around Paris dressed in all black or even nearly all black is well past.

Crowley's also wearing a whole assload of huge silver buttons, which would have been flashy and tacky and frankly pretty weird in 1793 but very definitely an eccentric Rich Person Thing to do, bc regular buttons at this time were horn or wood and covered with the garment's fabric. The only man in France who could get away with this fancy aristo shit anymore was Robespierre himself, and only "devotion to the cause[...] excused Robespierre’s showy dress since he was perceived as a bridge between the politically empowered bourgeois deputies and the ardently antimonarchical unenfranchised classes." [Source]

So when Crowley teases Aziraphale--

--both of them are perfectly well aware that Crowley's outfit would get him just as killed as Aziraphale's.

And that's why Aziraphale's expression is annoyed when he has abandon his "standards" and change his clothes. Because Aziraphale's the one who needs the favor, Crowley makes him take one for the team and wear the goofy hat.

The clothes Az. changes into here still tell people that he's rich, but they also say he's a hardcore Revolutionary. The red jacket in a current cutaway style, the cockade and sash, and the bonnet phrygien (the red garden-gnome cap) all announce this guy is a huge supporter of the Revolution. His clothes are all still aristocratic in shape and materials (and he keeps his now-unfashionably frilly lace cravat), but he's no longer flaunting obscene wealth in a city filled with angry starving people, and the gnome cap says he's in solidarity with the working classes even if he isn't one of them.

Once he restarts time, Crowley is not leaving that prison cell safely without either changing his clothes or taking Aziraphale with him, because Crowley looks like a rich asshole protesting the fall of the monarchy--which is frankly exactly the kind of thing he'd show up wearing to the Bastille during the Reign of Terror (just like he wears athleisure in Heaven). But Aziraphale's new appearance covers for them both: if the rich-looking guy with no cockade and wearing all black under his almost-black coat is in with this other guy who's obviously a Revolution fanatic, then the rich guy's probably okay, right? He just forgot his sash at home or something. Bees.

Something else happens when Az. changes, too. Look at Aziraphale's new dress from a different angle:

Half-mourning is a white shirt, but a black cravat, so this isn't half-mourning. He's wearing three different badges of the Revolution to make up for the fact that Crowley looks like a Satanic libertine (which tbf he is), but Aziraphale's new ensemble is black and dark red.

Y'all. Aziraphale changes into Crowley's colors.

Now, this is a more fashionable and higher quality version of what the executioner is wearing, so Aziraphale has very plausible deniability here; if anyone ever pulled him up on it, he could say he just copied our man Jean-Claude.

But let me show you what English fashion looks like right now:

This is a French painting of a wealthy Frenchman, but he's wearing the English 'Corinthian' style. It was painted in 1795, so this would have been the very cutting edge of fashion in England in 1793, and the fabrics and colors look right at home in Revolutionary Paris. (He's wearing the cockade on his hat, btw.)

Look at all that angelic white! The buttery almond of the buckskin breeches, the golden kidskin gloves, the rich tan of the riding boots! The blue of the greatcoat! All colors we know Aziraphale prefers!

And yet this is what Aziraphale chooses:

We know from the entire rest of the show how very particular about his clothes Aziraphale is. And yet 150 years before he (accidentally) admits in words that he's Crowley's friend, Aziraphale wears Crowley's colors to take him to lunch to say thank you for a rescue.

When we decide whether a character's speech or action is equivocation, one of the things we check is whether equivocation (and deception generally) is something that character does elsewhere in the text, which, with Aziraphale, hahahahaha, DUH. He's already using equivocation in this scene.

The lunch date itself is equivocation on Aziraphale's part. Aziraphale tries to thank Crowley for the rescue, but Crowley says,

So Aziraphale says,

No more words like "thanks" or "rescue" used, but a couple hours of good food and drink and conversation, Aziraphale hopes, will express the gratitude toward Crowley it's not safe to speak aloud. With this, Crowley and Aziraphale explicitly establish that they are equivocating for each other's safety and using coded communication--immediately before Aziraphale changes into Crowley's colors.

So yes, Aziraphale may well copy the executioner's clothes. But consider: When a character who can't speak or act openly says or does something that has two or more possible meanings, this can be read as equivocation.

We don't get a face reaction from Crowley about Aziraphale's new 'fit, so we can't be sure how he feels about this. But this whole scene is, even on its surface, about 1) the meaning clothes transmit to a viewer ("Oh good Lord," says Aziraphale when he sees what Crowley's wearing) and 2) how to show gratitude and appreciation when you can't speak of them openly. And we know Crowley notices clothing and clothing colors, because look at what he wears, like, ever. So it's very reasonable to presume he notices Aziraphale wearing his colors, and it fits well with both the rest of Crowley's actions in this scene and with his being very hurt and angry when Aziraphale later characterizes their interactions as "fraternizing."

Right, so we've covered what's going on with the husbands' clothes, and we've looked at two examples of equivocation on Aziraphale's part, viz., lunch and his change of colors. (Here's an example of equivocation on Crowley's part as well.) Now let's look at that super interesting thing Crowley says about Aziraphale's first outfit.

Here's the line:

Crowley follows up here on earlier lines in which he teases Aziraphale for coming to Reign-of-Terror Paris for crepes: "Dressed like that?" meaning Aziraphale was guaranteed to get arrested dressed like an aristocrat. The top layer of equivocation is always an innocuous meaning: the plausible deniability meant for the hostile/unsafe listeners. That's Meaning 1.

But "Dressed like that, s/he's asking for trouble" means two other things, too. It's a veeerrrrry familiar phrase, isn't it? We've all heard that arrangement of words in that order before. It's used when people think someone (usually but not always a woman) is dressed to invite sexual attention.

How do we know we're supposed to take this modern meaning from this phrase? This is how:

We have learned in literally the previous sentence to this one that rain has not been invented yet. The only two humans in existence have just left the Garden. Balloons definitely do not exist yet, humans couldn't tell you what lead is, and yet this is a phrase Crowley uses and Aziraphale understands. This tells us, the audience, in the very first line of the very first scene with these characters, that their speech is anachronistic and modern, and that we are to understand their phrasing in its contemporary sense.

So. When Crowley says "Dressed like that, he was asking for trouble" in 1793, we should read that in the context of the scene and in the senses the phrase carries to us today.

And since Crowley is using a phrase that means the executioner is dressed to invite sexual attention, and the executioner is wearing clothes identical to Aziraphale's, then Crowley is necessarily telling Aziraphale that when Aziraphale was wearing those clothes--those frilly, effete, unfashionable-for-decades clothes that nobody else likes and the French now murder people for wearing--that was, in Crowley's view...provocatively sexy. Meaning 2.

"Dressed like that, s/he was asking for trouble" is also what people say to justify violence, especially sexual violence against women and queerphobic attacks against men perceived as gay or just 'insufficiently' 'masculine'. In fact justifying assault is likely the most common way this phrase is used today by a wide margin. Meaning 3.

Crowley's joke isn't even really a joke in this sense; it's a vicious barb. And, because it must, it sounds like it's at Aziraphale's expense: You wore the wrong clothes, you weren't careful enough to guard yourself against the men who want to do you harm, so you deserved the trouble you got. Meaning 1.

Except remember: Crowley is also dressed for trouble. And Aziraphale is aware of this. Crowley's 'fit would be almost as offensive to the Revolutionary French of 1793 as Aziraphale's Rococo pastels, and probably just as likely to get him arrested and murdered by the state if he weren't making letting Aziraphale keep him safe by wearing the cockade and the silly hat. Crowley's not saying anything about Aziraphale here that he's not also saying about himself; and as we know from Aziraphale's initial "Oh good Lord" when he turns around and sees Crowley's black and red half-mourning (with extra black and gobs of silver), Aziraphale knows it.

Then why the rapey joke, Crowley?

This is fucking why:

Crowley rocks up at the Bastille just in time to witness some grubby fucker assault his friend. Assault the person Crowley will greet 15 seconds after this as angel.

Crowley's first act after freeing Aziraphale is to send this dude to his death. Nope! Aziraphale is the one who arranges to have the executioner killed in the clothes he would have killed Aziraphale for wearing. He takes Jean-Claude's ability to speak (but not to make sounds, interestingly! Jean-Claude can still whimper, Jean-Claude can still cry!) so the executioner can't tell anyone about the 'mixup.' It's unclear which of them blocks the executioner's power of speech. The vicious joke about assault in Meaning 3 isn't at Aziraphale's expense at all. It's not You wore the wrong clothes, so you deserved the trouble you got. It's If this guy thinks you deserve trouble for wearing the wrong clothes, he can eat his own rules.

And that's the other piece of evidence that, along with Crowley's ensemble, shows us the audience and Aziraphale which meanings Crowley intends with his equivocation. Meaning 1 is cancelled out by Crowley's clothes. That leaves Meanings 2 and 3.

Crowley and Aziraphale share clothes as a common interest. They don't have the same style, but they're both aware of current fashions, and Heaven and Hell aren't. You can't tell me Hastur or Uriel would recognize the significance of Crowley saying "Dressed like that, he's asking for trouble" about someone else while wearing black stockings and cravat and waistcoat himself. And that means Anything the husbands communicate to each other through clothing choices goes undetected by their masters.

SO. With all this in mind, let's go through the 1793 scene again and look at what their clothes help them say without words.

Concluded in Part 2!

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens costumes #good omens fan theory #good omens meta #good omens analysis #aziracrow #azcrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #azicrow #good omens 1793 #good omens 1984 #good omens clothes and equivocation

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skk-fan-page · 1 month

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I promise I took my meds, hear me out: this

Can give us insight into this

So: before we get into what it means, I'm going to tell you why these things are related. 15 is probably the best text we have when it comes to dissecting their relationship, and in 15, dazai says 2 things that relate to both raging romantic tension and also dogs.

This, as well as an arguably more loaded section:

This. Now bear with me, I really did take my meds, this second excerpt is almost a one to one copy of the dog treats panel. For those of you who have read 15, you'll know that this scene is the set up for chuuya being forced into the mafia. They duel, the "treats" (the sheep) appear, and then they disappear, and only when dazai walks away do both the dog and chuuya realize theyve been ensnared in a weirdly elaborate trap for someone who's supposed to not want anything to do with them.

Not only that, but it establishes that not only does he call chuuya his dog, but "his dog" is part of his future plans, and part of the reason he even has future plans.

Part of the reason that dazai wants to live at that point is to spend time with chuuya.

Now: with that we get back into the dog treat "duel".

First, I'll let you read it and draw your own links, as long as you promise to leave them in the notes

As a bsd reader, you'll probably know that dazai's plans often revolve around knowing what the other party will do. This is easily reflected in the dog encounter, because dogs don't know anything, and thus their behavior cannot be influenced to an unpredictable point. If you offer a dog a treat, you can count on that dog eating the treat. The problem is that dazai can't connect that motive to the dog's actions, because he specializes in dealings with egotistical people who rank highly in organizations who have massive flaws they overlook. Take him outside of his comfort zone, and he struggles to tilt things in his favor.

This analysis overlooks one teensy massive character trait that shapes the character: Dazai is the type to step on a rake, hit himself in the balls, and stick the landing so well that everyone thinks it was on purpose.

You can only tell what's "the plan" versus what is just improv by how hard he tries to sell that he's in control.

With this new lens, seeing how hard dazai tries to assert "the difference in [his status]" with the dog almost entirely colors the interaction as some sopping wet loser loses at his own game that he started against a small animal.

And now: how does this effect the skk reunion and how does it reflect on their previous relationship?

Well, I'm going to pull out some "oh holy shit... I mean, I meant to do that!" Moments

This man is going back and forth like it's his job. He doesn't know what to expect because chuuya is far beyond his comfort zone. Hes everything that should make him predictable, and yet he never is. Every time he's taken aback by his target not reacting the way he "should" he pulls another trick out from his sleeve. Even literally, in the lock picking case. Whenever he needs to try to assert that he totally planned this, he goes for another trick.

As with the dog, when dazai walks away, the only thing chuuya was left with was a distinct sense of "this guy needs friends." They're both low stakes interactions that are born from dazai not expecting something and not knowing how to regain control of the situation.

This implies that dazai just doesn't know how to deal with a straightforward person and thus can never predict what chuuya will do, because he runs on an unswayable internal logic that makes him as difficult to manipulate as a human can possibly be.

As a partnership, they're constantly confusing the fuck out of each other, because dazai is weird and eats dog treats, and because chuuya cannot be understood with the logic dazai excels in.

They know each other but they can never hope to understand each other.

#skk #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd skk #soukoku

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It's rather interesting that each of the Yuus so far in the manga have been foils of sort to the overblotter in question (disciplined vs strict, competitive vs lazy, seemingly okay in body image vs puts up a mask, in order). Makes me excited to see what future Yuus will be like!!

Yes, it seems that the pattern for the manga!Yuu is that each serves as a foil or a “mirror” to the Episode’s respective OB boy. The idea is super interesting, but I hope they go further with it and actually let the Yuus engage with the OB boy of their Episode in a meaningful way. There’s both similarities and key differences between them, and I think that would make for an excellent opportunity for them to learn from each other, but also for Yuu to have a more active role in the OB boy’s steady, gradual change of heart and character. The way things are currently set up, the manga!Yuus don’t seem to have character arcs of their own or develop in any significant way from start to end; they’re just there to be the “good” example of what each OB boy struggles to attain.

For the Episode of Heartslabyul, I think the distinction between Yuuken’s discipline and Riddle’s strictness is an important one to make. At first glance, you might think being “disciplined” and being “strict” are the same thing. They’re actually not! “Disciplined” refers to control and restraint of oneself. That’s what Yuuken is! He is stoic but knows when to step forward and get serious. Meanwhile, Riddle is “strict”—demanding that both he and others obey the rules to a staggeringly stringent degree. Riddle isn’t “disciplined” because he forces his ideals on others and does not control himself when his temper flares. He is serious all the time and unrelenting in his pursuit of upholding the rules. In this way, Yuuken is actually the kind of person Riddle works toward becoming post-OB: someone with good control of his words and actions, while also observing the rules within reasonable wiggle room.

Another thing!! Yuuken’s style of leadership also greatly contrasts with Riddle’s. Throughout the Episode of Heartslabyul, we see that Yuuken is thinking about his kendo team mates, which spurs him to act or to comfort other characters because they remind him of his teammates. This was the case during the scene when Deuce confessed to his past as an ex-delinquent and Yuuken encouraged him in his endeavors to improve—just as he encouraged his kendo kouhai at the start of the manga. In spite of his stoic face, Yuuken is compassionate and considers the people around him. Meanwhile, Riddle rules with an iron fist and it’s always his way or the highway. He never once considers his classmates, their POVs, or their circumstances, always holding up his own interpretation of the rules as absolute and remaining unwilling to compromise.

For Yuuka, I wouldn’t say the contrast between her and Leona is in competitiveness vs being lazy. From what I’ve seen of her, Yuuka isn’t particularly competitive or lazy. She’s usually the one keeping people (mostly Grim) out of competition or squabbles, and she’s not exactly eager to compete (she steps up when people challenge or threaten her). I would hesitate to slot Leona (based on his actions in book 2 alone) as one or the other as well. Like… how is he lazy if he’s putting forth the effort to enact this whole scheme? And how is he competitive if the point of his plan is to get Diasomnia out of the tournament? Wouldn’t it be truly more “competitive” if he wanted to square up against them anyway?

I would say maybe a more apt point of mirrored traits for Yuuka and Leona are in terms of morality—or, I guess, how far they’re willing to stretch the definition of “playing fair”. Leona is the one that plays loosely, willing to resort to dirty tactics and skirting the rules if it means getting what he wants. Yuuka, however, is more morally upright. She’s keeping her friends out of trouble and stepping up to fight Savanaclaw mobs only when they pose a threat to her. In these ways, she “plays by the book”. As a fellow athlete as well, Yuuka would be able to understand Leona in the struggle to perform and to be seen. Not only that, but they share scars. The reasoning for Leona’s is left unexplained, but Yuuka’s is from a sporting injury. They could totally relate not only in their lived experiences, but by their physical markers.

We’ve only just met Yuuta, so I don’t know if we can draw any definitive conclusions as to how he’s a foil to Azul. However, we can deduce some parallels from his one chapter appearance so far. Both Yuuya and Azul come from restaurants that their respective family operates. Furthermore, Yuuta is and Azul was, overweight. For Azul, this became one of the sources of shame for him. His peers underestimated his competence in part due to his size, and this would later lead to Azul changing a lot about himself to appear “stronger” (including a more restrictive diet in order to maintain his new body). This is not true of Yuuta, who still retains his extra weight and happily chows on food. In fact, I don’t believe weight is even brought up by Yuuta at all. He’s content with his life the way it is, much more chill rather than stoic.

I think another HUGE point that helps Yuuta serve as a foil to Azul is their attitudes on gratitude. Yuuta is thankful for such little things like having food—he even gets mad at Grim for not being thankful for it!! This is a departure from Azul, who, despite running what is basically a wish-granting service, is never satisfied with what he already has. He is always concerned with getting “more”, be it money, influence, information, or abilities robbed from other students. The insecurity especially shows in how he desperately tries to protect his valuable golden contracts with a clever ruse. He keeps collecting and collecting, viewing those physical signifiers (the things he collects) as proof of his “success”.

My prediction for book 3 is 🤔 Azul will definitely see bits of his old self in Yuuta. His old self, whom Azul personally deemed as a weak and inferior version of himself, a version which he has a hard time coming to accept. I don’t think Azul would hate Yuuta or something that extreme, but Azul would feel pity for him and think him pathetic. Going hand-in-hand with the events of book 3, I believe Azul will underestimate Yuuta’s capabilities in the same way that Azul’s old bullies underestimated him when he was little. It would be such a cool parallel because, in this way, we’d get the sense that Azul has become no different than his bullies, pushing around the weak and (arguably just as bad) taking advantage of them for his own gain. And it would ultimately be those traits of Yuuta’s that Azul may have deemed weaknesses of his old self that save the day and get Azul to recognize he’s been living in denial this whole time, thus helping him to better appreciate his old self.

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Okay, so I saw Dune Part 2 and it was so very good.

Though I definitely felt the amount of cuts that had to be made, and the way it was simplified in some cases (see Feyd Rautha's birthday duel and how the subtext of the man being specifically drugged with a delayed agent was cut, making the scene in some ways much more straightforward). I'll have to reread the book especially before I really cement my feelings about Lady Jessica and the sheer amount her story was cut (no mention of her being a supposed spy and all that and the changes from cutting her inner monologue).

Still what Villeneuve does he does spectacularly. The two things that stood out the most were a. the sense of scale and b. the scale of tragedy.

The shifting around of plot points worked a lot more for me than I feared. Though at first I was worried about Paul's pseudo-training montage, it actually worked really well. Cutting between Paul becoming a fighter and member of Sietch Tabr, falling in love with Chani, getting dreams, etc. and the politics and perspectives of the other, bigger and more politically aware players, was a really good idea.

It gives you really the sense of how big the world is. Of how much Paul is struggling under the weight of it. Of how small it is to be one person. It filled me with such a sense of dread and anguish, which is pretty impressive considering how the book has a lot more pages and a very distinct writing style that conveys this sense of scale. But the movie really went for it, and from the great to the small, there's a sense of importance.

I like that Villeneuve delayed Paul's change in perspective until after he drinks the waters. This really emphasizes the change within him, and really ups the tragedy of his character. Seeing him seemingly capitulate so readily after all the agonizing he went through, the desperate attempt to stem the tide of the war that has already begun and which began the moment he stepped foot on Arrakis, it was really heartbreaking. It also helped with Jessica's characterization. You get to see how drinking the waters utterly changes you. And how Paul has accepted his fate, while still bearing all the pain of doing so.

I struggle with how bleak Dune as a book series is in some place. The movie really does tap into that. It's a tragedy through and through and while you hope so desperately that something will change, you are so staggered by the scope and scale of this struggle. By the scale of agony that is going to be wreaked on the universe. It's really phenomenal.

#dune #dune part 2 #dune part two #bern speaks

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IF YOU HATE HELLUVA BOSS, HAZBIN HOTEL, AND/OR STOLITZ, DO. NOT. INTERACT. (WITH THIS POST OR MY PAGE)

Okay, I am currently rewatching Helluva Boss, and I just finished S1 Ep7: OZZIE'S, and... How do some people genuinely believe Stolitz is one-sided?

From what I've seen, Blitzø absolutely returns Stolas' feelings, even if he refuses to acknowledge/accept that he does. A lot of people, from what I've seen, have been using Blitzø' words to Stolas in OZZIE'S and his words about Stolas to Fizzarolli in OOPS as arguments for why Blitzø "clearly" doesn't love Stolas back, but my question is, do some of y'all not have basic media literacy?

Sorry if that’s rude, but seriously. There are plenty of clues to how Blitzø is actually feeling during and after these scenes.

1. Blitzø was literally holding back TEARS as he said that in the van scene.

2. He says that Stolas has made it very clear that all it is is Stolas wanting to be fucked. That wording is very distinct and, honestly, says that Blitzø does NOT want it to just be a Fuck Buddies things.

2.5. May I remind everyone that Stolas literally calls Blitzø his "Impish little plaything" in Truth Seekers? And that that likely just confirmed the insecurities we know he was already feeling? (We know he was feeling insecure about his and Stolas' relationship already because of how he reacted in S1 Ep5 to Striker goading him)

3. Literally ALL of what happens after the van scene. Including all of Episode 8. He goes home and cries himself to sleep, and then goes and self-destructs at a party. Bee said it herself that he wasn't drinking to have fun.

4. In S2 Ep6: OOPS, His face when he said it was nothing more than Stolas being horny gives away how hurt he actually is. He is desperately trying to convince Fizz and remind himself that Stolas doesn't want anything more.

Honorary mention that I'm not sure is really a fifth point is him calling Fizz and Ozzie hypocrites.

Moving on from those scenes and onto Blitzø's insecurities about love and his self-worth issues. Blitzø does not believe he deserves love. He does not believe anyone does or can love him. We can see this in how he acts with the people in his life. He pushes them away. He is obsessed with M&M's relationship because they're the only model of a healthy relationship he's ever had, and he wants that with someone. We also can tell because of how he reacts to what Fizz and Verosika say in OZZIE'S.

Blitzø hates himself. He crosses out his face in the pictures hung up in his apartment. He blames himself for an accident that caused his mother's death, his best friend to lose his limbs, and his sister to hate him.

No one was truly there for him after the accident. Fizz may have been crippled, but he had a support system. Blitzø did not, and no one was there to tell him it wasn't his fault.

Not to mention the fact that up until the accident, he was CONSTANTLY being put down and told Fizzarolli was better than him. Even his own father cared more for Fizz than him. Honestly, I'm surprised there isn't any actual animosity towards Fizz on Blitzø's part.

Speaking of the fire and Fizz, Blitzø was planning to confess romantic feelings to Fizz that night before the accident (We know this because of the letter and flower he was holding before the fire started). That likely made it difficult for him to confess his love to someone because if you think his brain wouldn't connect love confessions to the greatest trauma of his life, you're dead wrong.

Brains make weird ass connections when it comes to trauma/traumatic events.

In conclusion, Blitzø loves Stolas, Stolas loves Blitzø, and they both need to heal and get their shit together. Stolitz forever.

Kloveyoubye ❤️

#haters dni #helluva boss antis dni #Hazbin haters dni #hellaverse #helluva boss #helluvaverse #stolas #blitzø #stolas x blitz #helluva boss blitz #stolas helluva boss #stolitz #rants n rambles #rant post

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obstinate (1) | a. anderson

summary: you’re a new medic in the WLF base. you’re young, hardworking, and the thing that abby anderson hated the most, stubborn.

tags: fem!reader, medic!reader, protective!abby, soldier!abby, sorta enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, all the good stuff

an: guys i don’t know how tf to use this app please help me, but also, enjoy this fic (will have multiple parts)

all changes to the original game plot made intentionally

MDNI!!! will contain sexual themes in future chapters

part 2 here

abby anderson had a distinct image on the WLF base.

as Isaac’s right hand man, top scar killer, and holder of the highest max on bench press, she wasn’t someone any WLF member wanted to mess with.

and out of every soldier on the base, she was the last person expected to be out drinking at 2 am in the WLF “club”, only hours before she had to leave for her morning patrols. yet here she was, sat with beige cargo pants hugging her thighs, and a fitted polo with the top buttons undone, staring out into the crowded dance floor.

this wasn’t a scene abby had often found herself in, but due to her roommate and closest friend manny’s persistent requests that she finally join him out drinking one night, she had given in.

it was no surprise when only half an hour into the night she was sitting alone on a barstool with an old fashioned in her hand, watching with a disapproving gaze as manny bounced around the dance floor hitting on every woman in the room. she only just began her lonesome sulking when she heard someone slam themselves in the seat beside her with a huff, and grumpily order a vodka soda from the bartender.

similarly to your companion beside you, who you had not yet noticed was watching you carefully, you weren’t exactly enjoying yourself either.

“you alright there?” you hear a slightly amused voice from beside you, causing you to roll your eyes.

great. you thought. more strangers trying to talk to me

“i’m just fine thanks for asking” you reply shortly, without turning your eyes to meet with the person to your right.

“you don’t look fine. you look…” you hear her take a pause, and you sip at your drink furiously as you stare into the dance floor. “frustrated” she finishes.

just as you were about to make some snide remark back at the random woman, you turn your head towards her and instantly feel the color drain from your face.

though you had never spoken to abby directly, and you were fairly new to the base, you instantly knew who was sat beside you. your eyes blow wide as you bite back whatever comment you were about to release, and she smirks at you knowingly. of course you hadn’t met abby in person, not until now, but you did know a thing or two about her. one being that she was not a force to be reckoned with.

and you, a rookie medic who was already on thin ice with a couple other WLF superiors, were about to tell her to fuck off. and to top it off, you were drinking only hours before your shift at the infirmary. play it cool, just play it cool.

you chuckle awkwardly as you try to quickly recover. sliding your drink so that it’s a little more concealed behind your body as you respond.

“i just.. got reminded why i don’t like these kind of things” you respond with a polite smile.

abby purses her lips together as she nods her head, her knuckles noticeably flexing around her glass as she turns to face the crowd again.

“understandable” she replies simply, before shifting her body to face yours a bit more, her lids creasing warmly as her blue eyes gaze at you. “i’m abby, by the way” she extends her hand gently and you accept. your grip is firm but your hands are soft. abby blinks as electricity jolts through her fingertips.

you tell her your name, and she repeats in back to you in a hum, as if testing it out. the way it rolls off her tongue makes the tips of your ears go a bit hot.

“don’t believe i’ve seen you around,” she takes a sip from her drink, “are you new to the base?”

you nod, mimicking her body language as you grab your own glass, trying to ease the anxiety still lingering at the back of your throat. “i’ve been here for a couple months. i’m a medic”

over the course of the next forty minutes, abby surprises herself with how easily she gets sucked into a conversation with you. you were a great listener, an intriguing story teller, and most of all, you were genuine as you spoke.

you, on the other hand, were pleased to discover that the most feared woman on the base was, in actuality, an introverted bookworm who truly didn’t seem scary in the slightest.

and as the clock read 3:22 am, the two had already forgotten of their initial distaste for the bar, for the crowd, and for the drinking. you were so immersed in conversation you almost didn’t notice that your shift started in only thirty minutes.

you quickly rise to your feet and begin gathering your belongings. “shit, sorry abby” you apologize swiftly and she raises an eyebrow. “my shift starts in thirty” you add guiltily and she nods her head.

“right” she replies softly, and for a moment you notice a slight pink hue on her cheeks, “sorry, lost track of time. h-how long is your shift?”

you shrug your jacket over your shoulders and turn to face your new acquaintance. “i’ll be off around 4”

“oh. oh” she replies quickly, instantly furrowing her brows. “that’s a long shift”

you chuckle at this. “yeah. i’m used to it, average night in the infirmary” you say simply, but she doesn’t seem to amused.

“right well.. i’ll see you around?” she asks with wide eyes, getting up from her seat as well.

“yeah” you say with a warm smile, “i’ll see you around”. you turn on your heel and leave the bar, redness flooding your face the second you’re out of her view.

. . .

from the moment you stepped foot out that door, abby was floored. it was rare that she’d ever say more than a quick hello or “may your survival be long” with anyone other than her close circle of friends, but something about you intrigued her more than she could put to words. something that clicked in her brain the moment you slumped beside her. and when you talked, god there wasn’t a single awkward lull or gap it was all so… natural. knowing herself, and how difficult she can be when it comes to meeting new people, especially in that sulking mood she had been in that day, this was saying a lot.

you had not left the mind of abby anderson since that night, which was approximately 2 and 1/2 days ago. that was until this exact moment. now, you were the last thing on her mind.

as she crouched behind a crumbled countertop of a gas station, her partner danny laying pale faced, gripping his bleeding thigh, she really thought she was a goner. arrows and bullets rained on her surroundings as the hoard of scars pushed closer to her.

she raised her pistol over the counter but was left with only the hollow click of an empty magazine as she pulled the trigger. “shit!” she groans as she pulls her body back behind the crummy cabinets.

abby had had close calls before but not like this. she couldn’t help but face palm and throw her gun to the ground, truly unsure if these were her last moments. her mind flicked to your face once again and she huffed.

it’s her fault. she couldn’t help but think. not in a malicious way, but in a scolding herself manner. you had distracted her, it was true. and as she let her brain get hazy with the thought of meeting the new medic, she hadn’t noticed how cornered she’d become.

abby pinches her eyes shut, trying to think of something, anything she can do to save her ass, when the sound of new shouts and bullets dropping ricochet within the building.

she snaps her head up and sighs heavily with relief as several WLF trucks tear through the warehouse. after a few short minutes of combat, the soldiers wipe out the scars easily, and abby emerges from the rubble.

she swipes her hand under danny’s back and hauls him to one of the trucks. “gunshot to the thigh.” she grunts as she hoists him up, informing the soldiers that gingerly place him on the bench.

abby takes a seat at the edge of the truck and finally takes a moment to breathe after her exhausting shift. her inhale is quickly cut short as a blurred motion catches her eye.

crouched at danny’s feet with a first aid pack strapped across your back, you are too preoccupied to notice abby’s presence behind you, let alone her dumbfounded expression.

there you were, in all your glory, comforting the sobbing soldier as you cut away the material around the wound. under normal circumstances, she’d be thrilled to see you, but right now, she looked as if she blew a fuse.

you hear your name called from behind you, but the gentle tone quickly turns sour as you hear a “what’re you doing out here?”.

you whip your head around, brows already furrowed at the accusatory sentence. your eyes soften as they are met with a familiar face. “abby” you smile, choosing to ignore her angered expression. “are you alright? any injuries?”

abby’s jaw slacks slightly as you scan her body for any wounds. “n-no i’m fine but, what’re you doing here?” she asks, more demanding this time.

“i uh-” you snap your head back to danny’s injured thigh as you reply, still confused by the way she was talking to you. “i’m just tagging along today to help out. y’know? normal medic things” you wait for a moment for a reply, but when you’re met with silence you add a bit on. “he’s really lucky actually, bout a centimeter to the left and the bullet would’ve hit his femoral artery-”

“what the hell do you mean you’re tagging along?” she interrupts quickly, her frustration now clear in her voice.

you turn back, your face a bit red now as you return her annoyance. you didn’t know what she was on about, but you weren’t having it. “listen whatever this is, abby, nows not the time, i’ve got work to do.” you reply coldly, shocking even yourself with how quickly your dynamic changed.

abby was taken aback. granted your kind and gentle demeanor from when you’d met those nights ago, this side of you was vastly different. although, she supposed she didn’t have much room to talk.

she plops beside danny so she can meet your face as you continue your work. “look i’m sorry i came across like that” she begins tightly, her eyes darting everywhere but meeting yours, “but i need you to explain to me why exactly you’re out here, because you shouldn’t be.”

you scoff a bit as you sanitize the soldiers wound, shaking your head. “you’re really great with apologies” you remark sarcastically and she scoffs back.

she mumbles your name in a warning manner before repeating her question “why are you out here?”

“i already told you” you purse your lips, “they sent me out to help with any injuries on the field.”

“who? who sent you out?” she demands.

“i dunno” you huff and turn to face her, eyes completely unamused. “whoever makes the damn schedules?”

abby sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. before turning to another soldier. “jeremy? why the hell do we have a medic on patrol?”

your eyes flick between the two of them as they conversate as if you aren’t even there. “i’ve been wondering the same thing. apparently Isaac’s been sending a couple of ‘em out. trying to minimize our losses” the soldier responds with a shrug.

“well he’s gonna maximize them if he keeps sending out medics who are untrained in combat” she barks, taking her anger out on the entire truck of soldiers.

you frown and speak up. “funny you’d just assume that i’m untrained in combat” you retort, but immediately regret it, and snap your jaw shut.

“w-well are you?” abby questions quickly, a bit of her worry dissipating from her eyes.

“well… no i’m not” you answer with eyes down and abby groans.

“god am i gonna give isaac an earful tonight” she mumbles in annoyance and you can’t help but feel all the more insulted. who the hell does this girl think she is? she was so kind a few nights ago, so humble. and now? now she was exactly the person you’d expected her to be. controlling and egotistical.

you can’t bite it back in time as your reply slips out, your tone a bit more harsh than intended. “i can take care of myself anderson. i don’t need you babying me”

“oh i’m sure you think that” abby curls her lip as she speaks. she hates that she’s acting like this, hates that she’s taking issacs bad decision making out on you, but she couldn’t help it. she was angry and you just didn’t get it.

and though you would never admit it, she was right. you weren’t like the soldiers out on this patrol, you didn’t have their training, their skill, their resources. but you had already had so many slip ups in just your couple months at the base. you sure as hell couldn’t afford to say no to your assignments. and right now, you were paying the price of neglecting your weaknesses.

not only was the girl who you had adored meeting flaming you for these decisions, but the sting in your lower back had only worsened. as the trucks had pulled into the warehouse only ten minutes prior, you made the mistake of exposing yourself just a little too much, and were now left with a bleeding gash from the arrow you had painfully ripped out.

maybe from desperation to prove yourself, or just pure stupidity, you found yourself tossing the arrow out the truck, concealing the bloody wound with your first aid pack, and swallowing back your pained grimaces. you would deal with it when you got back.

like red hot lasers in the back of your skull, abby bored her gaze into your head as you bounce from soldier to soldier on the crammed truck, tending to any wounds you could.

you knew that she was watching you, but you didn’t have it in you to speak to her again. while her intention was most definitely out of concern for you safety, you didn’t see it that way. you were strong, you were capable, and you could handle a simple patrol. you didn’t have time to argue with the brick wall that is abby anderson.

as you hunch over to wrap gauze around a soldiers ankle, you couldn’t help but let out a small grimace at the feeling of your waistband rubbing painfully over the gash in your back. your face, for only a brief moment, scrunches in pain before you quickly regain composure. you resume the task at hand, assuming no one had noticed your moment of clear discomfort.

but oh. did you assume wrong

you hear abby’s voice call your name from behind you, but this time her tone wasn’t firm, it was gentle, and concerned. “yeah?” you respond hastily as you bandage up a woman’s shot hand. suddenly you feel the weight of your backpack gently eliviating from your shoulders, and you whip your head back to face her.

“what’re you-” you start frustratedly before being cut off.

“your back” she spoke sternly as she dropped your bag on the floor and placed her large hand on the small of your back, pressing down hard. you jump slightly at the pressure, jolts of pain shooting up your spine.

“yeah i know” you attempt to brush her off and continue with your work, but she holds your firmly in your place with another hand on your shoulder. “i’ll deal with it back at the base, don’t worry about it”

she scoffs beside you and her mouth turns to a scowl “don’t worry about it” she retorts, “what even did this? an arrow?”

“yeah” you reply before turning back to your patient and mumbling “just keep pressure on it until we get back”, so you could deal with abby’s questioning.

“jesus you see, this is why you shouldn’t be out here!” she yanks you away from your work, gingerly as to not hurt you anymore, and pulls you onto the bench. “just” she begins with clenched teeth “sit still for a minute. we’re almost there”

abby pulls up the material of your shirt to reveal your wound, and lets out a hiss. she grabs a piece of gauze and covers it immediately. it was bad.

“what are you some kind of idiot?” she seethes, and immediately regrets letting that word leave her lips.

your mouth twitches to a frown, unable to generate a witty comeback. she was right after all, and you hated it.

as the truck pulls into the base, abby yells out to those checking us in “we’ve got four injured” before turning her attention back to you. as she climbs out of the truck, she flips around and holds her arms out, guiding you gently down onto the ground.

you land on your feet softly, and promptly begin walking to the infirmary, the meddling soldier following closely behind. “hey s-slow down” she calls with urgency as she stumbles a bit to catch up with you. “you shouldn’t be moving so much with an injury like that.”

before you can open your mouth to protest, you feel a firm hand slide across your upper back, and hook around your ribs, hoisting you up slightly as you walk. she takes your fingers in her hand and slings your arm over her shoulder, taking nearly all your weight off your feet. you turn your face to her with a slacked jaw, but she stops you. “don’t. we’re almost there”

as you enter the infirmary and she props you up on an open bed, it doesn’t take long before a medic is by your side, stitching your wound. “we’ve got it from here” the medic nods at abby and she inhales sharply, stepping away from the bed.

you watch with a narrowed gaze as she floats about the room, checking in on injured comrades, fist bumping the occasional patient, and eyes, ever so often, meeting yours.

and as abby had lingered in the infirmary as long as she could, frequently scanning your face for any sign that the stitches were too painful or the blood loss too heavy, she finally turned on her heel to approach the stubborn medic she had met at the bar.

“how you holding up?” she questioned with a gentle smile, shifting her weight to one leg. it was clear her demeanor had switched, or at least, she was trying to switch it.

“i’ll be good as new in a couple more stitches” you smile tightly as the medic finishes. “am i cleared to go back to work?” you ask the doc. after receiving a nod of approval, you hop to your feet and grab your bag from the floor.

“wait now hold up,” she cuts you off and puts her hand up in protest. “you lost a lot of blood, you need to rest up” she says with a curled lip.

“abby-” you shake your head, already growing annoyed at where this conversation is going. “i am fine.”

“no don’t abby me.” she mimics your tone before continuing “and you’re not fine, you need to just.. take a minute to rest”

“this place is swarming with injured soldiers,” you begin to walk away from the girl, “a medic can’t afford to just take a minute”

“well i-” abby looks at you with a blank stare. she wasn’t used to her orders being ignored. she was a person people followed, and in most cases, treaded lightly around. this was unfamiliar territory. she clears her throat and straightens her posture as she continues “i’m your superior, and i order that you rest” she cringes at her own statement, but at this point, she’s run out of ideas.

you look at her with a raised eyebrow, before you let out a light chuckle “my superior” you shake your head “well my apologies” you say sarcastically as you pull rubber gloves onto your fingertips.

abby was appalled. never in her time in the WLF had she been spoken to like this. in any other circumstance, she would be fuming. but it was you, and shit she had already snapped at you far too many times today.

she couldn’t help but mentally face palm herself. when she had met you, she wasn’t the abby she was being right now. she was kind, and friendly. she would talk about movies and old coins. she wasn’t the grunt soldier who sharpens her knives while barking orders. she wasn’t the abby that you needed a proper scolding from.

“i- excuse me?” she musters up her toughest voice, but you’ve had enough.

you snap your head towards her in frustration, “listen abby” you narrow your eyes “i appreciate your concern, for the most part, about my well being, but i really need to concentrate on my work”

she looks like a kicked puppy as you brought your eyes to hers. abigail anderson, top scar killer of the WLF, being brushed off by a newbie medic. her ego was beyond bruised, and you could see it.

she should have yelled at you. should have screamed that you were disrespectful and needed to follow her orders. she should have humiliated you in front of the entire infirmary, demanding that you go home until you finally gave in. but she didn’t.

“uh- right” she brought her hand to behind her neck as she stepped back. “i’ll uh.. leave you to it”

before you could blink, the soldier was walking out the door with clenched fists and a face hot with embarrassment. your cheeks are red with annoyance and you scoff as you grab your med kit and storm to greet your first patient.

you regretted being so snippy, you knew abby only had your safety in mind. and as you glided from patient to patient, swallowing the occasional pain med, you would lift your eyes hoping to be met with abby’s blue ones.

but they never did.

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x you #abby anderson the last of us 2 #obstinate

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Hi ABL! After watching episode 1 of Between Us, I was impressed with the level of "thirst" between Boun and Prem's characters in the last couple of scenes. Are there shows or scenes of shows, regardless of actual heat level, that you think did "thirst" well, regardless of how that's resolved at the time? Subjective, I know, but would love to get your take on this!

20 BLs with the BEST Thirst!

Thirst wants to slide a hand under his waistband right tf now and grind. Horny wants to rip his clothes off, and probably pop buttons and laugh about it. Yearning wants to run both hands up his back while they kiss deeply. Hunger wants to lift him by the ass and slam him against the wall.

Raise your glasses please, to THIRST.

I Cannot Reach You - Japan 2023

It's fresh in my mind, so first on this list.

Secret Crush on You - Thailand 2022

This scene in particular sprang next to mind, just because for me it kinda defined thirst in Thai BL. (Also see my #1 pick for sides at the end.)

Jun & Jun - Korea 2023

We Best Love: Fighting Mr 2nd - Taiwan 2021

2 Moons: Ambassador (AKA 2 Moons 3) - Thailand 2022

Eternal Yesterday - Japan 2022

Why R U? - Korea 2023

HIStory 3 - the BL that shall not be named - Taiwan 2019

Bed Friend - Thailand 2023

They sleeping together but King still thirsty af

Big Dragon - Thailand 2022

My Beautiful Man - Japan 2021

Between Us - Thailand 2022-23

Minato's Laundromat - Japan 2022

Ghost Host Ghost House - Thailand 2022

the infamous leg scene alone qualifies them, but they very mutually thirsty in general

My Personal Weatherman - Japan 2023

It's the point.

I Feel You Linger in the Air - Thailand 2023

The oil scene is a stroke of genius.

Well, several strokes.

Old Fashion Cupcake - Japan 2022

I Told Sunset About You - Thailand 2020

Love in Translation - Thailand 2023

Just because of that damn convenience store make-out scene.

Nitiman - Thailand 2021

I find thirst is often (although not always) the provenance of the seme character.

Mutual thirst is really rare.

Side dish gravy

Shorts, side couples, and so forth.

Oh My Sunshine Night - Thailand 2022

Noh appears 2x on this list. He's GREAT at thirst. Possibly the only Thai actor to give Japan real competition. GIVE HIM ANOTHER LEAD!

HIStory 4: Close To You - Taiwan 2021

Gen Y 2 - Thailand 2022

@heretherebedork and I call them PokeTongue for a reason.

Y-Destiny - Thailand 2021

kiss x kiss x kiss: Perfect Scandal - Japan 2022

No shocker that Japan is the only one to field a micro on this list. Usually thirst takes more build up.

Defining THIRST

I make a distinction between thirst and other types of physical desire. This is just me and language.

Thirst usually leaps off the screen and has an edge of danger to it. Like they gonna get caught, or go out of control just from wanting to touch. They gonna die without physical contact. It's pure survival need. Japan kinda specializes in this.

There's no humor to thirst, but horny can get kinda cheeky. It's more fun and mutual (ee.g. KinnPorsche). More want than need. So it's more Thailand and Taiwan.

There's also yearning (e.g. The 8th Sense), which has a more emotional soul tether to it. Korea in particular, but also like GMMTV and lower heat prestige stuff, high school things for example (My School President).

And finally hunger, which I tend to think of as desire but with a nourishment component. It's I want what's MINE. Like Taejung in Cherry Blossoms After Winter.

These aren't mutually exclusive, mind you.

I dithered but they didn't quite make the list

Irresistible Love - China 2016

Second Chance - Thailand 2021

Takara & Amagi - Japan 2022

Love Area - Thailand 2022

Takumi-kun - Japan 2007

Moonlight Chicken - Thailand 2023

My Engineer (RamKing) - Thailand 2020

It's why we're all still mad we never got full RamKing

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This posted dated end of 2023. Not responsible for thirsty BL that happens after. Check the comments for additions and other's thoughts on the matter.

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