#people most likely to buy chris a leather jacket in order:

[staceymcgillicuddy]

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Ooh this one was fun, and could 100% be the basis for a brand new fic, I swear.

Other prompts from this meme!

“Take my jacket. It’s cold.” 

“I don’t want your jacket. I’m fine.” 

Jason rolls his eyes, and Chrissy rubs her arms. She’s lying—they both know she’s lying—because it’s October in Indiana, and the leaves are turning, bringing with them a brisk breeze that no bonfire can overpower. Not even a bonfire so big it threatens to burn down half the state, should a branch catch overhead. 

It’s traditional, this bonfire. There’s the Homecoming football game, the court crowned at halftime, and the all-night party that follows. The cops turn a blind eye to it because it’s tradition, and most of them are from Hawkins and participated in their own version of the ritual. It’s been going on since the twenties, maybe. Thirties? Nobody really knows, but honestly, the history doesn’t matter. What matter is that they’re there, they won the game, Chrissy got voted onto the court as the junior representative, and Jason is drunk and pissing her off. 

He’s been pissing her off a lot lately if she’s being honest. They’ve been dating since Christmas of her sophomore year, and while things were pretty good through the summer, the semester has been… less than great. Weird. Annoying, actually. 

It’s not even Jason’s fault, really. He’s a good boyfriend—he respects her, her parents like him, he makes her laugh sometimes—and she even lost her virginity to him the night before they went back to school for junior year. But lately, it’s like he doesn’t trust her to make her own decisions or know what she wants. He even ordered for her when they went out to eat for her birthday, and tonight he made a joke in front of Steve Harrington about her getting him a beer, and, ugh, she’s just mad, and she’s even more mad that it feels like she’s not allowed to be mad. 

“Geez, Chris, what crawled up your butt?” Jason says, which doesn’t exactly help the situation. 

“I’m going for a walk,” she replies. “Don’t follow me.” 

She bounces to her feet as he raises a protest from below. The perks of being the sober girl at the party (well, mostly sober; she had a beer, but that hardly counts) means he can’t get himself together quickly enough to follow her down the path toward the clearing where they all parked their cars.

It’s dark out, though, and Chrissy finds herself a little discombobulated about which direction the parking lot lies in. There are branching paths because a lot of people use these woods, and the lot isn’t exactly close, so, yeah. Whatever. She’s just going to use the bonfire as a waypoint and start walking. 

Direction one seems promising, but she realizes she’s gone the wrong way when she stumbles over a rise and finds herself in a moonlit clearing dominated by a giant rock. 

When she turns back, though, she collides with a warm body and lets out a little shriek. 

Warm, tall, and… God, it’s Eddie Munson. Who definitely wasn’t invited to the party but smells so strongly of weed that she suspects she knows why he’s here. 

Chrissy stumbles back, and Eddie holds up his hands, one wrapped around a heavy black flashlight. 

“Hey, sorry,” he says. “Looking for me?” 

“Why would I be looking for you?” 

That comes out snippier than she intends it to. Eddie takes it in stride, reaching into his careworn leather jacket to pull out a bag of marijuana. 

“Ta-da,” he says. “You buying, or what?” 

“No. I was just taking a walk.” 

Eddie raises a brow, and the opposite side of his mouth curls into a smile. It’s kind of cute, actually. “And you just so happened to end up here?” He shakes the baggie and grins. “C’mon, man. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.” 

“I’m not!” She finds that she’s smiling despite herself. “Everyone was being stupid, and I just wanted to… I don’t know. Be alone?” 

“There are mountain lions out here, you know.” 

“No, there aren’t,” she says, ignoring the shiver that runs down her spine. “Besides, you’re out here by yourself.” 

“Catering to my loyal customer base. Speaking of, where’s your boyfriend?” 

That comes as a surprise to Chrissy for two reasons. Number one, she didn’t know that Jason smoked weed. Number two, she wasn’t aware that Eddie Munson was so invested in her social life. 

“He’s being annoying,” she says, aiming for nonchalance as she rubs her arms again. 

“King Carver? Surely not…” 

“I’m probably going to break up with him soon.” 

Chrissy startles herself with the sentence. It’s one she’s thought a lot since late August. A mantra she’s repeated to keep herself sane whenever Jason starts bugging her a bit too much. She’s never said it out loud to anyone, though, and now there she is, telling someone who’s practically a stranger. 

“Oh yeah?” Eddie says like it’s no big deal. “Why’s that?” 

“I don’t know. Because he’s annoying.” 

“Seems as good a reason as any.” Tucking the weed into the front pocket of his dark jeans, Eddie catches her eye and smiles. “Hey, question.”

“Hmm?” 

“You want my jacket? It’s kind of cold.” 

#bsc diaries #Anonymous #hellcheer #fanfic #flash fiction #jason carver the average bro #eddie munson our hero #chrissy definitely takes that jacket #and that weed #prompt meme

[phoebehalliwell]

lets be real, chris's leather jacket is just one his ex left behind and never came back for. thats why he has it 😂

fr!! fr!! chris is literally not the type to okay so first of all leather jackets are expensive second chris is not the type to like. he's too utilitarian he's like clothes are meant to stop u from freezing to death he like. buys what he needs. he never splurges. there's No Way he would ever purchase a leather jacket for himself it either has to be gifted or as u said copped. there's no way he Purchases a leather jacket For Himself

#people most likely to buy chris a leather jacket in order: #piper wyatt tied for first because i feel like they're both clothing gift givers #and have the most weighted interest in chris not looking ugly bc he's such a close relative #that he becomes a reflection of them #next up to bat paige henry as henry's canonically a Leather Jacket Guy and i think paige would know to pull that together as a gift #then parker pj. but it would be as a joke. it would not be a genuine move there'd have to be a joke to it #then henry jr tamora kat #bc in spite of kat i think probably knowing chris the best out of the cousins #i don't think she'd ever think to do that #mellie wouldn't buy chris a leather jacket bc she likes / kind of agrees with his utilitarian view on clothes #she would get him like. a cute hoodie tho a nice hoodie #did i miss anyone idc they're all in bottom tier beyond ranking privileges wallah<3 #charmed #chris halliwell #next gen #charmed next generation #💌

[lunarastrobabe]

Piers Nivans x F!Reader (Platonic): Friend like Me

(No Warnings, Fluff) 

Maine, USA 

Working in the BSAA wasn’t the first job you had, but it certainly was the most difficult. Especially keeping up with all the paperwork you had to do. You had one best friend in this joint, and it was Piers. Piers being only 10 years younger than you, he was one of the wisest men you had ever met. You two had known each other since he first joined the BSAA, you got along incredibly well, you would pull pranks on your fellow colleagues including Chris Redfield. 

You had always wanted a little brother when you were a kid but you were an only child. When Piers joined the BSAA, it was like your dream had come true, he was the little brother you never had. And for Piers, having you, was like the big sister he always wanted, someone to look up to and someone to be inspired by. 

You and Piers hadn’t been on a night out together in a long time and you two needed to catch up, so on a Friday evening, just as you were about to go home for the night to take some time off during the weekend, you walked over to Piers who was shuffling papers around on his desk. A dark blue coffee mug half empty sat next to his computer, which left a coffee stain on the wood. He huffed getting frustrated that he couldn’t find an important document which he needed to give to Chris reporting on the last mission they had dealt with. Standing over the desk throwing papers around and accidentally knocking some pens and pencils off the desk and onto the carpet, he noticed you were looking over at him with an eyebrow raised. You had never seen a desk so cluttered and normally he was very tidy most importantly when it was to do with work. 

“You alright there?” You let out a giggle putting a hand on your hip. He lifted his head and looked over at you, “Not really.” He let out a small, anxious laugh. “Have you seen my report anywhere?” He asked with a hopeful look on his face. 

“No, unfortunately.” You shook your head walking over to him, he sat back down and slumped into his chair, the seat creaking as he did so, leaning his head back. “Damn ..” He muttered under his breath. 

“You look like you could use a night out. Let’s go, I’m buying drinks.” You spoke up, excitement in your voice, sitting on the side of his oak office desk. 

“I can’t (Y/N), I have to find this report by tomorrow.” He groaned in annoyance that his report was still missing and it was very important to him that he’d get it in on time. 

“Oh c’mon little bro, it’ll be fun! You never know, you might meet a cute girl.” You gave him a few winks and nudged him in the shoulder with your elbow. He could never say no to you especially when alcohol was involved, so he cleared his throat, sitting up in his chair and answered, “Okay okay alright, I’ll come.” You jumped up from the desk with a big smile on your face. 

“But, don’t you want to change first?” You asked, stifling a laugh, pointing at him still in his BSAA uniform as he stood up, tucking his chair under the desk. “Wouldn’t want to make all the cute girls cry now would you?” Your own joke made yourself laugh, you both loved to annoy each other but never took it personally, being friends with Piers is always a blast, knowing you could make any type of joke and he wouldn’t be phased by it, instead he’d just make another joke possibly worse than your own. 

He mocked your laugh, “Funny, besides, girls love a man in uniform.” He pushed your shoulder playfully. 

“If you say so, Nivans.” You slid on your jacket and both walked out of the office turning out the lights and leaving the building. Since neither of you were going to drive due to the multiple tequila shots and dancing you both had planned to do, you decided to call a taxi. Your memory went into a flashback as you looked out the window at the dark city outside, the lights from multiple buildings and skyscrapers lit up the night sky. The air felt fresh but cold, normally how it felt after a heavy rainfall. The scenery reminded you of your childhood, being a city girl wasn’t easy, even when it came to finding an apartment and having a low income but you smiled at how far you had come in life, and meeting all of your friends including Piers when you joined the BSAA. 

The taxi parked up outside a very popular bar, you could hear the music pounding and the people singing along, all of them were drunk as you could tell by the terrible singing impressions they were all doing. After paying the driver, you both walked inside the building, colourful lights of red, blue, pink and green flashing like a seventies disco, you were eager to start drinking and the party girl inside of you needed to come out. 

“Shots first?” You turned to face Piers who had already started drinking from a bottle of Corona beer he had just ordered while you were too busy observing. 

He stopped drinking, the tip of the bottle still on his mouth and looked at you. Looks like getting drinks was a good idea after all. You laughed as he apologised for getting a drink before you. 

“Don’t sweat it lil bro.” You ruffled his light brown hair and walked over to the bar and ordered six tequila shots and brought them to a little table he was sat at. It was a little booth with red leather-type seating, the table had things carved into the light wood, most of it was either names of people or just random profanities. There was a window next to the booth with curtains pulled back. 

He put his beer down and set it aside onto a coaster and took 3 full shot glasses and put them in front of him, you following his actions. 

“Whoever drinks them all quicker, has to pick a random stranger and tell them something embarrassing.” He said with a smirk on his face. 

“Alright, you’re on!” Your confidence showing, knowing he’d lose. You were a faster drinker than he was and he was one hundred percent sure he’d win every single time. You both came up with weird pranking ideas to set on random strangers, all just for shits and giggles, some get angry and some don’t, but it makes funny memories to tell your friends. 

Holding your first shot glass in your hand you both looked each other in the eye, making silly facial expressions. 

“3, 2 ... 1!” As soon as he said ‘one’, you both inhaled each shot, obviously, you beating him as you did in the past. He made a disgusted face, he hated the flavour of tequila but it was worth it seeing him shudder from the aftertaste. 

“Oh my god that’s nasty stuff. Are you trying to kill me?” He said in a dramatic tone, sounding like a teen girl. 

Laughing at him and his reaction you put your fingers in the shape of an ‘L’ against your forehead, chanting “Loser! Loser!” 

“No fair, you cheated!” He pushed the empty shot glasses away and took back his half full beer, which was surprisingly still cold. 

“Yeah, yeah, Mister Slowpoke, now go find a stranger to irritate.” Getting up from your seat you pulled him up from the booth and pushed him on the back to the dance floor. 

“But- what if-” He started, you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence, still pushing him towards the hoard of people. 

“It’ll be fine dude, now go!” He stood up straight and straightened his uniform going over to a group of girls who were grouped together dancing to the beat coming out of the pounding speakers. You went and quickly sat back down in the booth and smiled, observing, you were secretly trying to hook him up with a nice girl since he hadn’t had a date in a long time and you wanted to give him that little boost, but, like he said, girls love a man in uniform. He must’ve said something embarrassing to the girl because she found it hilarious from her drunken laugh that you could hear through the crowd of people.

Either way, what you could see from your view, he was doing very well, you saw a brunette girl in a blue skater dress take his hand and lead him to the middle of the room, both of them had cheesy smiles on their faces and that’s when you knew you did a perfect job. 

“I knew he could do it. My work here is done.” You said to yourself, proud that you were able to help him even if it was without his knowledge, you took his beer that he left and drank the rest of it. This would be a great story to tell to your colleagues tomorrow. 

#piers nivans #resident evil #piers nivans x reader #x reader #my first platonic fic

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[krumbine]

Explorers of the Unknown vs the Last Gift Shop on the Left

A mysterious gift shop appears overnight in a city known for weird, paranormal, and sometimes apocalyptic activities.

But it's probably no big deal.

It's just a gift shop.

Probably.

###

By all accounts, Greenville was a weird place.

For starters, the weather was always perfect. Mid-70s, optimistically sunny, and always a gentle breeze no matter how isolated you might have thought you were from the breeze. On its face, this might not seem very weird, but if you found yourself alone in a dark alley, a ray of that weirdly optimistic sun illuminating a sickly green hyper-intelligent blob of undulating goop the relative size of a commercial refrigerator, and all of your clothes suddenly decided to leap two feet to your left through a process of molecular destabilization and general telekinetic absurdity courtesy of the sickly green hyper-intelligent blob of undulating goop … trust me when I say that a gentle breeze across your exposed rear in the middle of an otherwise walled-off alley would be inarguably weird.

In the annals of Greenville weirdness, a Tyrannosaurus Rex rampaged through the suburbs, a morose zombie who couldn’t stand being undead was the key to undoing an apocalypse, a local library was infested with vampires, irrationally malevolent mole men from Mars chose a local office building basement as the teleportation entry point for an ill-advised invasion, and the local burger joint featured a talking trash can that got a binary gender greeting correct at least fifty-percent of the time.

By all accounts, Greenville was a very weird place.

One of the weirdest spots in this idyllic American city was a short strip—no more than a mile in length—of one of the main roads that cut straight through the city. The strip was densely packed with all flavors of tourist traps from the infamous never-escape-game room (really, you won’t), extreme putt-putt (you have to sign a waiver but you don’t have to pay extra for the hazard insurance), a Triassic Encounter (located adjacent the putt-putt course and you get a 10-percent discount if you buy tickets to both attractions at once; also, keep your fingers away from the cages), and everything along the strip was anchored by the Greenville Visitor Center, a small shanty manned by a crazy old man with a long white beard who did his best to convince visitors that the Never Escape Game was actually, absolutely escapable. It might have taken six years, but the crazy old man had escaped.

Or did he? Was the shanty and the strip just some kind of existential, cosmic extension of the escape game?

If you ever visit Greenville, try not to get into a philosophical discussion about reality, escapism, and ten-percent discounts with the crazy old man at the at the visitor center.

Aside from the world’s only Weirdatorium (“Uncle Al’s Weirdatorium Emporium: half-priced Tuesdays and complimentary wheat grass sno-cones for groups of eight or more!”) the really weird thing about the Greenville tourism district were the gift shops.

While most people are familiar with the exit-through-the-gift-shop trope, wherein the gift shop naturally grew from the local attraction and existed to support said attraction (example: Uncle Al’s Weirdatorium Harmonium, a Greenville exclusive) the weirdness of Greenville caused a new strain of gift shop to evolve. These new gift shops no longer required a host attraction and in some places, you could even find gift shops that were located at the exit of other gift shops.

There were only three total scientific experts who had spent any time studying the gift shop epidemic and two of three traced its roots to the Greenville tourism district. (The third scientific expert traced the epidemic to Orlando, but his research was later dismissed as thinly-veiled propaganda for a certain rodent-based entertainment empire.)

In short order, the Greenville gift shop epidemic escalated to the absolutely terrifying point where one of these weird, monstrous, free-standing garish gift shops mysteriously appeared on a lot that had been completely empty just the day before.

Greenville was a very weird place, indeed.

*

Doors slid open and a series of melodic notes played underneath a generic, cheery song that almost sounded poppy, but every third and seventh note seemed to be off. Three figures stood inside the entrance of the gift shop. The one in the middle wore brown slacks with a matching buttoned dress vest. He pushed a pair of black-framed glasses up his nose as he surveyed the first floor of the gift shop.

An overly cheery gift shop employee: “Hello, welcome!”

The employee drifted away leaving the three people to themselves.

“Let’s try and keep this clean, boys,” Jordan said. “Recon only. Assess the situation, establish any paranormal parameters, keep a low profile, and get out. It’s probably just a gift shop, but I see no reason we can’t collect our minimum fee on this.”

On Jordan’s right was his brother, Jason. Jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket. Strong features and a stronger chin. He wore his hair long and in a ponytail because manly men have pony tails.

“First of all, you literally just repeated everything you said in the parking lot, like, thirty seconds ago,” Jason said, eyeballing a display of Greenville, USA! shot glasses with custom names. “Secondly, it’s called standard operating procedure for a reason. You don’t have to treat us like children.”

Jordan was temporarily impressed with Jason’s grasp of ‘standard operating procedures’ not because his brother was particularly stupid (although it was well-established that Jordan was the brains and Jason was the brawn of this operation) but because Jason usually lacked the patience to grasp anything of substance. 

“I think it’s safe to say we know what we’re doing,” Jason said with a smirk. His eyes darted to one of the shot glasses. “Ooh! This one has my name but they spelled it wrong!”

Jason grabbed the glass that had ‘Jayson’ printed on it. The glass came from the lower end of the display and dozens of shot glasses promptly collapsed and shattered on the floor. Jason shifted awkwardly, looking up from his misspelled shot glass.

Jordan sighed.

To Jordan’s right: “My money’s on a government conspiracy,” Chris said while rubbing his chin, eyebrow arched. He was tall, lanky, and had short-cropped platinum blonde hair. Chris wore athletic shorts and a form-fitting t-shirt, an outfit designed to allow for a maximum range of flexibility.  “My guess is that the government probably setup the shop overnight as an economic stimulus.”

Jordan was confused. “An economic—”

Chris shrugged. “Hey, it’s not like everything we do has to involve the end of the world,” referring to the countless times the world had ended during one of their paranormal investigations. It was a trope.

Jason squinted, not unlike Clint Eastwood. “Sometime’s a gift shop is just that …” Jason paused dramatically.

The three paranormal investigators silently looked at each other as Jason squinted and wiggled his eyebrows in a fashion he no doubt assumed was suspenseful.

It wasn’t.

Another long moment passed and Jordan decided Jason was finished.

“Let’s spread out—”

“—a gift shop,” Jason finally said through gritted teeth. In his normal voice, and quickly: “Sometime’s a gift shop is just that, a gift shop.”

“You done now?”

“Yeah, that’ll do.” Jason tossed the misspelled shot glass in the air and caught it, placing it daintily on the shattered display. “So we’re clear, though, my money is on this being a waste of time.”

“Waste of time or not, Milton Cranstead is still paying our minimum fee.”

“I’m not sure I’d trust the crazy old man at the visitor center to pay for a free lunch, much less our fee,” Chris said.

“Also, serious question,” Jason said gravely before his tone shifted completely, face scrunched like he just sucked a lemon wedge. “Can’t we do something a little more fun?” he whined.

“Your idea of fun is punching things,” Jordan replied.

“Your point is?”

Jordan sighed and mentally reset. “Chris, see if you can’t poke around the second floor. Jason, you’re on perimeter. I’ll run the spectroscopic analysis for trace ectoplasmic particles and we’ll meet back here in ten. Easy money, fellas.”

“Can I say one thing?” Chris asked.

“No.” Jordan pulled a smartphone-sized gadget with a large antenna from his back pocket.

“Government conspiracy.”

“Guys?” Jason asked flatly. His attention had been pulled to the interior of the gift shop.

A new voice from behind the boys. It was deep and mesmerizing, not unlike Patrick Warburton. “I can categorically deny that this is not a government operation. Not even a secret one. Yeah. I would know.”

“Guys—”

Jordan and Chris spun on their heels (Jason still transfixed on something else). A tall man, broad shoulders, dressed in a black suit stood behind them at the entrance of the gift shop. The man’s appearance was not unlike Patrick Warburton.

“Agent Bob!” Chris exclaimed and promptly enveloped the man in a hug that was all arms and a little leg. “Holy popsicles, dude, the last time we saw you—”

Agent Bob attempted to extricate himself from Chris’ embrace. “Mongolian army. Viscous ooze. Some really bad female character development.”

Jordan shrugged. “We learn, we grow.”

Agent Bob eyeballed the three very male paranormal investigators. “Mmh.”

Chris unwound himself and grabbed Agent Bob’s shoulders. “Wait a sec––you’re saying this whole gift shop thing isn’t one of yours?”

“Nope. I’m here same as you,” Agent Bob said. “My guys need to know how this place just showed up overnight.”

Chris’ eyes went wide. “Well, this just got interesting!”

Jordan’s handheld ectoplasmic spectrometer pinged a worrisome note.

“Guys!” Jason yelled.

Two paranormal investigators and one secret government agent turned to look at what Jason was fixated on.

What appeared to be the entire staff of the gift shop had gathered at the front of the store. They looked normal enough, wearing a standard uniform of green slacks, white polo, and a green vest with a shiny white badge pinned to the breast that simple read ‘Hello!’.

“Hello.”

“Welcome.”

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

The greetings echoed eerily across the gathered staff and that was when Jordan noticed the first really weird thing about the people who worked at the gift shop.

Both their eyes and their grins were a little too wide.

Agent Bob squinted. Less Clint Eastwood and more distressed Patrick Warburton. “… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah. Maybe the crazy old guy at the visitor center isn’t so crazy after all.”

Jordan gulped. He had noticed the second really weird thing about the gift shop employees.

The didn’t have feet. It was hard to notice at first, as if something inside him was refusing to acknowledge the abnormality, blurring it out in the periphery of his vision. But when he focused, Jordan could look down and see that none of the employees had feet. Their legs tapered down into a single, sinuous, green and yellow-veined protrusion that rolled backwards to an unseen location.

“Welcome, hello.”

“Hi, welcome.”

“Hello.”

The gift shop staff shifted—nope, strike that, they straight up undulated—and Jordan noticed the final really weird thing: there was no individual gift shop employee—they were all tentacles of a much, much larger creature.

The handheld ectoplasmic spectrometer buzzed and then began issuing a series of alarm bells.

Chris pulled at his arm to stretch his shoulder. “So much for it not being the end of the world.”

“Hey now, we don’t know—”

“Jordan!”

“Okay, fine.”

Agent Bob reached into his inside coat pocket. “Definitely not government.”

“Hello, welcome, hi.”

Jason grinned. He was going to get to punch something after all.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jordan Krumbine is a professional video editor, digital artist, and creative wizard currently quarantined in Kissimmee, Florida. When not producing content for the likes of Visit Orlando, Orlando Sentinel, or AAA National, Jordan is probably yelling at a stubbornly defective Macbook keyboard, tracking creative projects in Trello, and animating quirky videos with LEGO and other various toys.

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[illratte]

First Date

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Gavin Reed stood in front of the mirror, an expression that could only be described as a preen on his face. He looked good, he had to admit (he always looked good, but still), all done up in a pressed black suit and tie. The fluorescent light glittered off of the gel slicking back his hair.

For the past six years, Gavin had partaken in the annual Detroit Police Department bachelor auction. While it had started at Fowler’s insistence, and because Gavin hadn’t felt particularly moved to say the reason (two reasons, really) why a “red-blooded young man” like himself wouldn’t want to be fawned over by rich women, Gavin had grown to enjoy the affair. It was made all the better by the agreement that he had with his friend, Tina: he’d shell out five hundred dollars to her an hour before the event, and he’d get the chance to preen and grandstand on stage before she’d use it to buy him back and fuck off to some seedy bar together.

“You look nice, Reed.” Fowler looked almost approving as he said it, with the expression that he reserved only for when Gavin had actually completed his work. “Maybe you should dress like this more often.”

“What? Fuckin black tie? Leather jackets are always in style.”

“I meant well-groomed. And you’re on now.”

Before Gavin could fully take in the implications of what Fowler had said, he was ushered to the stage. The DPD had spared more than a few expenses, opting to rent out a public high school auditorium, and the stage lights forced him to squint into the crowd. The people were cast in shadows, except for the few that milled right near the stage. No familiar faces made themselves known.

Squaring his shoulders, he put his hands on his hips and smirked at the crowd. Even if he was only going to be bought by Tina, he had to perform.

“Next up is Gavin Reed!” Chris, at a hastily made podium, called out. Being married, he had offered to help by calling for bids in the raffle.

As Chris rattled off of the little notecard that Gavin had submitted, with a few minor revisions, as a biography (Gavin was 36. Gavin liked cats. Gavin liked to drink.), Gavin grinned at the crowd. Though he could only make out a few faces, it didn’t stop him from flexing.

When Chris had finished, opening the bidding with a sigh, Gavin waited. Tina usually liked to wait until another bid was placed to go in, to allow for the maximum stroking of Gavin’s ego.

“Can I get ten dollars?”

A hand, pale enough to cut through the darkness, raised. “I’ll start at twenty.”

For a split second, Gavin blinked at the voice, far enough away for Gavin to register it as male before he registered who, exactly, had bid on him.

“Fuckin Nines?” He mumbled to himself. He hardly spoke to the damn android beyond what was required for cases, and he liked it that way. He had creepy eyes, and couldn’t hold a conversation to keep himself from getting shot.

“Twenty dollars, going once!”

“Thirty!” Tina interjected, sounding just as shocked as Gavin felt.

“Fifty.”

As the bidding continued, Gavin couldn’t help but fidget onstage, smile growing forced. Never before had he been bid on for so long, and with the growing dread that he might actually have to spend time with Nines, he hardly knew what to do with himself. Even Chris seemed perturbed by the proceedings.

“490!”

“490! Going once, twice to Miss-“

“600.” Nines said it flatly, but Gavin knew he must be smirking. It was the only explanation, Gavin had decided. Gavin had made his life hell while they worked together, so the least Nines could do was fuck with him for a night.

“600, going once, twice, sold to a Mr … 900.”

It was only when Chris coughed not-too-subtly that Gavin remembered to vacate the stage.

As he made his way to the left exit, briefly contemplating just running from the date altogether, Nines caught up with him. He wore a black turtleneck and black slacks. “Hello, Detective. Do I take you now, or wait for the auction to finish?” His face seemed impassive, with maybe the hint of a smile. Gavin resisted the urge to punch it.

“Now. Might as well get this shit show over with. And don’t call me Detective; this ain’t my fucking job.”

“Alright… Gavin.” The smile grew when Nines said it.

“Where to?” Maybe Nines would take him to whatever lair he lurked in during off hours, or a cute little trip to the morgue.

“I thought a restaurant would be nice, seeing as you haven’t eaten. Perhaps that little Italian place, right near where we work.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Gavin eyed him with suspicion. Maybe Nines planned on giving him food poisoning. Still, Nines was right about him not eating, and it was better than nothing.

In the fifteen minutes it took for them to arrive at the restaurant, Gavin regretted that idea. Nines has arranged for a cab to pick them up, and that left both of them in the back seat. While the close quarters were uncomfortable enough (Gavin had long ago made up an excuse as to why Nines had to ride in the backseat of his car on cases), Nines spent the entire ride staring at Gavin after his preliminary attempt at questions were met only with one word grunts. Gavin’s only explanation was that Nines was plotting something.

As Nines paid for the ride, Gavin again considered running off. He had nowhere to go, with his car still at the high school, and Nines could catch up to him in seconds, but his legs still itched to run.

Before he could bolt, a hand clapped onto his shoulder. “The restaurant is this way, Gavin.”

Gavin had never been inside said restaurant before, and he couldn’t help the little huff of approval that left him when he saw it. It was much nicer than the places he usually ate at, littered with small, circular black tables with fairy lights hanging above them.

“We have a reservation for here, under Reed. Table for two. It’s for 8:15, but I was wondering if there was a table clear now…”

Nines hand had snaked itself into an almost possessive gesture around his shoulder, and Gavin shoved it off. “You put it under my name?” The premeditation made Gavin’s stomach queasy. Maybe he really has poisoned his food.

“I don’t have a last name, so it seemed simpler.”

A waitress led them to their table. Nines pulled out a chair for Gavin, and Gavin sat in the one opposite to it, smirking as Nines awkwardly seated himself.

“So, Detective, Gavin. Do you enjoy eating out often? I know most humans prefer a change of pace once in awhile-”

“Fowler said we aren’t sposed to do anything sexual, pervert.” Gavin grinned as he watched Nines voice splutter to extinction.

“I- I did not mean- Do you like eating at restaurants?” He finished lamely, fingers bunching together on the edge of the table.

“I like burgers. And pizza and shit. And I guess ice cream.” As Nines still stared at him, Gavin begrudgingly added “What about you?”

“I can only eat thirium. Though, there is now a market for thirium-based products that I find most enjoyable-“

“Cool.” Gavin grabbed a menu, poring over it. He already knew what he wanted (he liked nothing fancier than pasta, usually), but it amused him to see Nines squirm. It was payback for Nines dragging him away from his friend, at least.

After the waitress took their orders, Nines turned back to staring at Gavin. Before Gavin could contemplate breaking the silence for at least some reprieve from that face, Nines did it for him. “I like your pins, by the way?”

“Pins?”

“The ones you wear on your jacket sometimes. They’re very- nice. I like the statement they make.”

Gavin’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The pins in question were his gay and trans flag pins. It unsettled him that Nines had noticed. They were small enough to go unseen by most, just two blips of color on the brown expanse of his leather jacket. Only someone staring at his chest would be able to make them out. Or an android with fucking super-vision.

“What? You gonna tell me I’m ‘just so brave’ too?”

“I don’t follow.”

“Or do you just want an asspat for not being a violent bigot?”

“I simply wanted to make you feel safe, Gavin. If you would have rather brought that up on your own terms, I understand, but I did not want to put the burden of coming out on you.”

“What- fucking ever.” Gavin snorted. Mines wanting him to feel safe was bullshit. It had to be. Before he could press any further, the waitress came back with their food, leaving quickly after a glance between him and Nines.

Gavin dug into his plate, not caring that he probably looked like a fucking mess as he shoved the spaghetti into his maw. It took a few moments for him to realize that Nines was quiet again. His eyes slid up to see if Nines has started his creepy staring again. Instead, the android looked almost concerned as he stared intently at his hands, now clasped on the tabletop.

“Why do you think I brought you here, Gavin? It seems that you have very different expectations than what I had hoped.”

Gavin regarded him for a pause, just long enough to make the android fidget. “You know why, asshole.”

“No, I don’t. I thought we were here on a date. You do not.”

Gavin barked a laugh. “Don’t lie to me. I know you just wanna fuck with me. But it’s not gonna work.”

“Fuck with you?”

“Get in my head, and shit. And maybe give me food poisoning.”

“But you’re still eating your food??”

“That doesn’t matter. I’m beating you at your own game, fuckwad.” Even as he said it, the malice behind the words didn’t carry through. Now that he thought back on everything, maybe Nines wasn’t lying. The only ill intent he had shown towards him was making him uncomfortable, and even that was hardly planned.

“I like you, Gavin. I wanted to date you. And I think you’re just guilty.”

“The fuck do you mean.” Gavin’s arm’s tightened around himself.

“You and I both know you haven’t treated me the best in the past.”

“Bull. Shit.”

“I know your the springs in your passenger seat aren’t broken, Gavin. And I know you know how to be nice.”

“Prove it.” The words spit from Gavin before he could fully comprehend what they meant.

“You’re good to your friends, trying to cheer them up in your own way when they’re distressed. And you’re nice to the animals you meet; Chen tells me you’ve taken in three strays.”

“But I’m not nice to you. So why do you like me?”

“You could be.”

For the first time, Gavin realized the full extent of emotions that deviants could feel. “I guess I could be, yeah.” He said quietly. He hardly noticed as the waitress returned and Nines took care of the bill.

“I think I should go. I’ll have a cab take you back to your car, and we can forget about this tomorrow.” Nines stood, brushing off invisible dust from his suit. The look from before still hadn’t left him.

“Wait. I- there’s this place, this ice cream place I saw just around the corner. It sells thirium shit too, andWecouldgothereandtalk?” His hand shot out to grab at Nines.

Nines grabbed his hand, squeezing it in his own. “I would like that very much, Gavin. I hope this second date will be much better than our first.”

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[purediscordhell]

Seven Seconds

Summary: Remy gets his first Charge as a Guardian Angel. But the truth is, keeping a Charge safe is harder than he expects it to be.

Pairing: N/A

Words: 2,153

Warnings: Character death, implied/referenced suicide, suicide, stalking, implied stalking, implied/referenced abuse, emotional/psychological abuse, abuse, non-graphic violence, light blood mention, blood. These are very light, but still taken as a precaution.

A/N: Hello guys. This story is extremely different than the two previous ones I wrote. This deals with a much heavier set of events than my crack fics, as seen by the tags. 

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15698289 

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Seven seconds. Seven seconds are all it takes. Whether someone falls in love. Falls out of love. Gets their hearts broken, or gets their heart mended. Or something much worse. Whether someone lives or dies.

Remy didn’t like the idea of seven seconds. To him, seven seconds was way too fast. A lot could happen in seven seconds, a lot of good.... or a lot of bad. Remy had the unfortunate luck of having something bad happen.

He supposed it was a punishment. After all, he seems to fail at everything he does, anyway. At least, that’s what his superior, Lenny, said. The bulky, balding African American glowered at him every time the younger Guardian Angel passed by.

He was really excited about getting his first Charge. The rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins when he got called into his Role. The look of disapproval on Lenny’s face as he got ready for the Ceremony. Remy ignored the look on the Superior’s face. He wasn’t concerned about it. He’d trained hard since day one.

His charge was a little girl named Claire. She had light blond hair and the most beautiful green eyes. Favorite color: yellow. Favorite flower: dandelion. At six years old, she had that genuine curiosity that made others mad. Always asking questions.

The first time Claire got hurt on Remy’s watch, she was seven and a half, and one of her friends pushed her off the slide. He wasn’t paying attention, too busy drinking coffee to realize what happened. She got two scrapes and a bruise on her kneecaps. She cried for three days afterward.

Even though it was a mildly dumb thing, Remy got chewed out. Lenny insisted that Remy be taken off of Guard duty immediately, but one of the senior members argued against it. They said that he’d done good over the year and a half. Lenny consented, but he warned the young angel to be careful next time; or he would pull him off.

Remy vowed to never let Claire be hurt again. He loved Starbucks, but he loved his job more. He spent the next six weeks paying special attention to how Claire interacted with her parents and how to mend bruises. He got better, now that he was paying more attention.

Remy remembers this first time with tears running from his dark blue eyes, much like the waterfalls connected to the ocean. He’d been a Guardian for ten years. Over those ten years, he’d learned a lot from his superiors and from Claire and her family.

Claire loved to sing. She joined choir as soon as she possibly could. She soloed in two songs in second grade. She made three friends, all of which would go on to support her everywhere. Claire was a people person, the one who would light up the room just by walking in with a smile.

Sixteen was a trying time. It was the middle of the teenage years, where boys were introduced into the mix. She was just sixteen, and putting herself out there already.

She was introduced to a boy by the name of Andrew. He was a gangly boy, with the messiest black hair one could imagine. Remy kept his black hair slightly messy, but in a cool and collected manner. Andrew had the coldest blue eyes Remy has ever seen.

He immediately disliked the boy. He got a bad vibe as soon as Andrew sauntered into the room. Remy found it was his mission to get Andrew and her to break up. They were only dating for two weeks, it’s shouldn’t be too difficult.

Remy shuddered, feeling cold in the crisp weather of Autumn. His leather jacket that he loved so much did nothing to warm him. Sure, he didn’t really need to feel human things, but he would For today. It was the least he could do.

Claire introduced Andrew to her parents about a month into their relationship. Her parents loved him, of course they would. Her friends were iffy about him. Her three childhood friends, Christopher, Bethany, and Lindsay, could care less about him, in fact. Lindsay expressed her distaste in Claire’s boyfriend almost as soon as Remy had.

He wished he had done something sooner. As a Guardian Angel, you couldn’t interfere very often. No, mostly you just sat back and watched. You watched... as your world crumbled around you and fell. Crashing down to the earth, to shatter into dust.

Six months into the relationship, Andrew changed from sweet to demanding. He would text her at least thirty times a day, demanding to know where she was at all times.

Remy shuddered, not wanting to think about him. About the way that he started making sure that she was supervised all the time. That she was only going where she was ‘supposed to be going.’

That sounded stupid to him. ‘Supposed to be going?’ What the hell, Andrew? Are you that sad of a human being that you can’t trust your girlfriend of six months, who loves you very much, to do anything?

Claire was a very sweet girl. She always made time for everyone, no matter what the request. For example, her friend Christopher took their little clique to his church when they hit eighth grade. Her family wasn’t big on religion, so naturally they didn’t go to church or participate in anything. She ended up getting all of her close friends and family baptized within two years, including herself. Claire participated the most and fundraisers organized by the church. The church was called ‘Fellowship of the Temple.’ Remy found it very cliché at the time.

Remy dried his tears. He knew he messed up again. He knew it was soon as she was carted into the hospital on April 9, 2021 at 9:30 in the evening. Claire was hanging out with Andrew, and things were going well. Remy still had suspicions, but he hadn’t done anything too terrible, yet.

He made the mistake of getting distracted. By what, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the fact that he was drinking from his Starbucks cup. Or maybe the TV was on, or his back was turned. Maybe it was all three; it didn’t matter now. All that matters is that he wasn’t paying attention like he was supposed to be.

They were arguing. Of course they were arguing. It’s been getting more frequent lately. Andrew tried to argue at least three times within the last week. It usually went with him asking if she was talking to any guys. She would say, apart from you and Chris, no.

Remy guessed that this day, Andrew had had enough. He ordered Claire to stop talking to any and all boys other than him. This included Christopher, the friend she’s had since second grade. Claire had refused, getting fairly upset at Andrew saying this. And Remy had agreed. It wasn’t Andrew’s place to say this sort of thing.

Andrew just kept getting madder. But he usually did, maybe screaming for a few minutes until either calming down or getting his way. Remy, while not having heard this exact conversation before, had heard an argument kinda like this one they were having now. So he ignored it, getting distracted. Big mistake.

The sharp thwack followed by a heavy thud made Remy freeze. He whirled around- since when was he facing the opposite direction?- and his eyes widened in the horror. Andrew held something in his hand- a bat. That said bat was leaning up against the couch they were sitting on earlier. Remy dashed forward, all concern on Claire.

She was sprawled across the wood floor, unconscious. She was bleeding on the side of her head, caused by the bat. Why was there even a bat in the house? Did he go out and buy one? Did Andrew have this planned from the beginning to knock her out?

No, of course not, Remy was being ridiculous. Andrew was on the baseball team. That’s why he had the bat. Be logical, Remy.

The screech he made was unholy. Nobody could hear him, but he still did it. He was suddenly thrown back to when Claire was seven and a half. Oh, how Remy wished it was only for something stupid like her falling off of a slide. A simple push. Nothing as severe and tragic as this.

He watched as Andrew looked down at her unmoving body, laying on the floor like a ragdoll. The anger bubbled up inside him exponentially, suddenly bursting forth in an angry sea of red. He roared in anger, sadness, and grief, mixed with a bit of fear, too. How many times would he fail as her Guardian Angel?

His wails of agony shattered the glass in the front window. The boy flinched, and he turned around. Andrew’s eyes widened when he saw the window. Remy ignored him, crouching down beside Claire and shushing her softly, even though she couldn’t hear him. A knock on the door sounded pretty soon after- maybe it was soon?- and Andrew was lead out in handcuffs.

She was rushed to the hospital by a neighbor and another police officer. Remy didn’t leave her side the whole time. Helen and Robert Callihan were called, her parents. They were crying, angry and broken. He hovered next to her shoulder, trying to send positive waves of energy through the air, knowing it wouldn’t be received.

Two days later, she woke up. Remy was exhausted. He was fighting tooth and limb for her, just as she was, for her to stay alive.

Her three friends were there, as well as her parents, when she woke up. They all cried and laughed, saying that a Guardian Angel was watching out for her.

Remy felt shame burn in his gut. He’d never actually been a hands-on Guardian. Maybe if he was, this wouldn’t have happened. If he’d just intervened more.

Two weeks later, Claire was out of the hospital. She looked dead tired. Andrew had threatened her with death if she told her parents what had happened, which made Remy seethe. He didn’t spend too long in jail, which just made matters worse. But he couldn’t do anything to harm her anymore. She was safe.

She wanted some alone time away from her parents and her friends: Lindsay, Christopher, and Bethany. She told everyone goodbye, that she loved them. He grew uneasy while he watched her hug her parents goodbye. She then got into her car, drove to the bridge, and got out. Remy followed her, curious and unsure where she was going.

She sat down on the edge of the bridge, sighing. She looked up into the evening sky, watching the sun’s beams reflect over the water. There was a content look on her face, one that she hadn’t had for a while. Her face would always crease with agitation around Andrew, but now she was wrinkle-free.

Rather than watch the waves, Remy watched Claire. Her light blonde hair flowed ever-so-perfectly in the breeze, and her green eyes that Remy loved to see so much glittered with a deep-set happiness. Then she opened her mouth.

She asked about Guardian Angels. If she had one or not, and why did it seem like he didn’t care for her?

Remy’s heart ached. Of course he cared for her. He cared for her a lot more than he ever thought possible. He’d grown attached to his Charge. When that happened, he didn’t know.

Claire had smiled, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She said that she didn’t hold it against him, that he was surely busy with other people and other things. Remy felt his heart start to shatter just a little bit more. He had failed her, and she knew it, too.

She thanked him then, startling him. She thanked him for keeping her safe for the majority of her life, and for fighting for her in the hospital room.

Remy thanked her for fighting to stay alive as well, heart now heavy. He knew what was coming. Claire stood up on the edge of the bridge. She stood there for a few minutes, as if waiting for something.

In those few precious moments before the world ended, before his world ended, Remy thanked her. He thanked her for opening his eyes to a whole new world. He thanked her for all the laughs, the tears, the songs. He wished her luck on her new adventure.

Claire fell, as beautifully as she did in her normal life. The wind whipped her hair, framing the look of utter peace on her face as she hit the calm waves down below. A splash, followed by silence a few minutes later.

Remy leaned against the back of the bridge, looking out over the waves. Claire would be safe now. Safe from Andrew. Safe from Remy.

He couldn’t fail her anymore.

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[putthison]

A Basic Guide on Alterations

The easiest way to improve your wardrobe is to take things to the alterations tailor. Since clothes are designed for an idealized body, they often fit everyone and no one in particular at the same time. That means you can often improve the look of your clothes by having things nipped and tucked here and there -- taking in the waist or shortening the sleeves, adjusting the length of your trousers so they fall perfectly over your shoes. For a few bucks, you can get off-the-rack clothes that look 90% on their way to being custom made. 

We’ve written dozens of guides on alterations. And while it would be too much to include everything you ought to know in one post, we thought we’d gather the basics into a simplified guide, then include some links to suggested readings from our archive. Pair this with our service directory on how to take care of your clothes and you’ll have most of your clothing services covered. 

HOW TO FIND A QUALITY LOCAL TAILOR

Tailors are a bit like barbers. It can take a bit of work to find a good one, and once you do, you should hold on to them for dear life. The quality of your alterations depends on the quality of your tailor -- and finding one in your area isn’t always easy. Here are three ways you can go about it:

If you live in a big US city, search clothing boards such as StyleForum, Reddit’s Male Fashion Advice, and Ask Andy About Clothes. Denizens there are often a bit more discerning than most when it comes to quality tailoring, and they’ll be able to point you in the right direction. The downside? Since most members are based in major US cities, you’re more likely to find suggestions if you live in or around a major cosmopolitan center. If you don’t, you may need to try some other strategy. 

Another way is to search for recommendations through local upscale establishments. These can be anything from small, independent menswear boutiques carrying brands you admire to large department stores such as Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus. Or they could be single brand shops such as Ralph Lauren or Tom Ford flagships. They may also be high-end hotels, such as the Four Seasons or Ritz Carlton. 

Ask the managers there if they have suggestions. Some clothing stores have in-house tailors they rely on for alterations, but many will send out work to a local shop. Others, such as hotels, may just be plugged into the local network for high-end services. Call a few places, ask for recommendations, and see if one or two names keep popping up. If you can narrow in on a consensus among some trusted sources, it’s likely those places do good work. 

Failing that, there’s always Yelp. Yelp reviewers aren’t always the most reliable, and just because a place is rated well doesn’t necessarily mean it’s good. But trawling Yelp for recommendations will be better than just venturing out on your own. Hedge your bets with a new shop by sending in something inconsequential or easy -- say, hemming a pair of cheap chinos or altering an affordable button-up. Once you’ve established they do reliable work, you can slowly move your way up to more complicated jobs. Don’t throw in all your chips at once. Save major surgery jobs for when you’ve confirmed the tailor is good. 

FURTHER READING: Q & Answer, How to Find a Good Tailor and A Three Step Process to Finding Quality Tailors and Dry Cleaners

KNOW WHAT CAN BE ALTERED

Let’s start with this: almost any alteration can be done, it just depends on how much you’re willing to pay. At a certain point, the job becomes so complicated and expensive, you’re better off finding something better off-the-rack. This is the difference between converting a car into a drop-top convertible and just buying that convertible outright. Sometimes it’s better to just purchase the thing you want and adjust at the margins. 

Figuring out what can be altered heavily depends on a case-by-case basis. There aren’t any hard and fast rules here, but there are some basic principals you may want to consider.

The more complicated the alterations or garment, the more expensive the job. Again, it’s good to keep costs in mind here. Suit jackets and sport coats are more complicated to alter than shirts, and thus alterations are more expensive. Similarly, if a casual jacket has some unusual, hard-to-modify details -- such as a leather jacket with unusually placed studs -- it may be difficult to work around those parameters. When judging something off the rack, take into account the extremity of the alteration needed, where the alteration needs to take place, and the complexity of the garment’s construction. All of these will factor into your costs.

Make sure the garment fits in certain places. You generally want certain areas to fit perfectly off-the-rack. Jackets, shirts, and sweaters, for example, ought to fit perfectly through the chest and shoulders at the outset. If the chest and shoulders don’t fit right from the get-go, put the item back. Similarly, trousers should fit well through the thighs and seat. Getting those areas altered can be difficult, if not impossible. 

What are some common alterations? Some alterations are so common, you almost don’t even need to think about them. Suit jackets and sport coats often have a bit of a roll between the shoulder blades, which can be taken out for cheap. Sleeves are commonly taken up (although the job can be a little more difficult with working buttonholes). The waist on shirts and jackets are often nipped; trousers are frequently always hemmed; and the waistband on pants can be taken in or let out within reason. You can also taper trousers and jeans from the knee down, giving them a bit more shape. See this post for a list of common alterations.

Consider the material. Wool garments can sometimes be easier to alter, especially if you’re looking to let out things, because the surface nap covers up any holes. Crisp linens, fine cottons, and especially leather, however, will leave visible holes. 

Changing details. Often, we’ll get an email from a reader asking if certain details can be altered on a garment. Whether a structured shoulder can be changed into a soft one, or a roped shoulder modified into something more natural looking. Or whether a wide lapel can be changed into something more modest. The answer is often yes, but it’s risky, expensive, and not worth it. Typically, you’ll end up with something that costs a lot of money and still doesn’t look quite right. Stick to simpler jobs. The one exception is taking out the lining in a jacket, at least through the back. 

It’s easier to take things in than let things out. The reason is because, in order to let out a garment, you need enough material inside (what tailors call a seam allowance). Most companies don’t build in that much seam allowance, however, because doing so costs money. So, if you’re shopping off-the-rack and something feels a bit tight, your best bet is often to just size up. See this post on our guide for letting out clothes. 

Can This Be Altered? The answer is almost always yes, yes, and yes. But not all tailors have the equipment or skills necessary to do every job, so sometimes you need to find a specialist. See these posts for how to alter leather jackets, sweaters, and neckties (your local alterations shop can likely take care of the rest). 

FURTHER READING: Common Alterations; How Much Should Suit Alterations Cost?; Can Leather Jackets, Knitwear, and Ties Be Altered?; Removing the Lining From a Jacket; How to Eliminate Blousing on a Shirt; How Long Should a Suit Jacket or Sport Coat Be?; and Yes, You Can Shorten Shirt Tails

PAY ATTENTION TO CERTAIN AREAS

When it comes to getting good alterations, half the battle is finding a good tailor. The other half is having a good eye. While you should always rely on your tailor’s advice, you should also pay attention to some key areas:

Collar Gap: This is numero uno when it comes to making sure your garment fits well -- particularly for suits and sport coats, but also casualwear. With few exceptions, such as mountain parkas, all jackets should stay glued onto your neck, even when you’re moving around (again, within reason). A collar gap is when the jacket hovers from your neck, suggesting that maybe the cut and fit aren’t quite right (see above). Jesse wrote an excellent explainer a few years ago. 

Unfortunately, it’s not clear whether a collar gap can be fixed. “A lot depends on the exact cause, the severity, and the make of the jacket,” says Chris Despos, a bespoke tailor in Chicago. “If the shoulders need to be squared up, there’s only so much you can do before you cause other kinds of issues. If the back needs to be shifted, you’re limited by how much extra cloth is available at the hem. It’s hard to diagnosis these things without seeing a client in person." Your best bet, says Chris, is to take things into a local alterations tailor and be prepared to return the garment if things don’t work out. 

Shoulder Divot: The dreaded shoulder divot was once the mark of pure shame on clothing boards. And it’s still one of the most common fit defects on suits and sport coats. The term refers to the small indentation that can happen on the upper part of the sleeveheads, which ruins the otherwise clean line running down from the jacket’s shoulder and into the sleeves (see the photo above).

People often think this happens because the shoulders are too wide, but it’s actually the opposite. While shoulder divots can occur from poor workmanship or design, they’re often because the jacket’s shoulders are too narrow for the wearer. You can get this fixed at a local alterations tailor, but the job is often complicated, expensive, and can cause other issues (letting the jacket out along the back seam, for example, can cause mismatched patterns). Instead, just size up. Tutto Fatto a Mano has a great post about this.

Sleeve Pitch: For suits and sport coats, sometimes the sleeves don’t hang smoothly because their rotation -- or pitch -- don’t match the natural pitch of your arms. So, when you’re standing naturally, if your arm is a little too pushed back or forward, it can cause wrinkling along the front or back of the sleeve. A StyleForum member once put together a nice little illustration showing this effect. The good news is that a tailor can usually alter this for you. 

The Back of Trousers: When you’re at your tailor’s, utilize that three-way mirror and see how your trousers hang from the back -- it’s one of the easiest things to miss. You can always see how trousers hang from the front, but it’s often the seat and the backs of the legs that have issues. These areas should drape cleanly, like you see here on Panta’s custom-made trousers. To be sure, you probably can’t get something to fit that exact off-the-rack, but it’s better to be closer to the ideal than not. The good news is that these issues can sometimes be adjusted by a local alterations tailor, but a lot depends on the exact cause of the problems, the severity of the issues, and the make of the garment (much like a coat’s collar gap). See our post on common fit issues with trousers. 

Cuffs and Breaks: If you’re sending in pants, decide beforehand how you feel about cuffs and breaks. Whether you cuff your trousers is a personal choice, although they should be left off the most formal of suits, such as tuxedos. We have a full guide on cuffs here. Breaks, on the other hand, are a bit more by-the-rules. The break of your trousers is where the hem touches the shoes, and unless you’re wearing something fashion forward or avant-garde, you should avoid things that are either pooling around your ankles or cropped. Instead, go for either a full break, slight break, or no break at all -- but make sure the hem of your pants are still touching the shoes. Again, we have a full guide on breaks here. 

Darting Shirts: One of the most common alterations jobs is slimming down a shirt. And depending on your body, you may find that you can’t get as much out as you want through the side seams alone. In such cases, you can consider darting the back. You can see an example of a darted shirt above (the faint lines near the sides of the shirt are darts). 

Darts are folds that have been pinched and then sewn into a garment. They’re basically a way to add shape – turning a flat piece of cloth into something with curves. When put into the back of a shirt, they do two things. First, they’ll take out the fullness at the lower back, helping reveal that hollowed shape. As a result, you’ll have a bit more of a sculpted look. Second, they’ll help slim down the shirt when the tailor can’t take any more out of the side seams. See here for our full guide on darting shirts. (Pro tip: Tutto Fatto a Mano has a cool post here about darting jeans so they better cover a prominent seat. Maybe something your local tailor can also do for you). 

FURTHER READING: Can a Collar Gap be Fixed?; The Details of Sleeve Pitch; Deciding Whether Your Trousers Should be Cuffed; How Much Should My Trousers Break; The Difference Between Darts and Side Seams on Shirts; and How to Eliminate Blousing on a Shirt

SOME GENERAL TIPS FOR SUCCESSFUL ALTERATIONS

Rely On Your Tailor’s Advice. Don’t micromanage the process too much. If you get a good tailor, he or she should be able to guide you towards better decisions. Rely on them for their advice. They’re the professional, after all. 

Pay Attention to Fit. With that said, the tailor isn’t here to style you. Go into this process with an eye for how you’d like clothes to fit (we have tons of guides). You should also decide on things such as cuffing and breaks, as mentioned above. And be wary of going too slim. A tailor can always take in a garment, at least as much as your body will allow, but that doesn’t mean it’ll look good. Getting clothes slimmed down too much is the most common mistake of new and overeager customers. 

Take Things Slowly. Can’t decide between cuffing and not cuffing trousers? When in doubt, always cuff. Because while you can always remove them, you can’t put cuffs into trousers if there’s not enough material. Similarly, if you’re unsure about a certain alteration, err on the side of caution. Certain things can’t be reversed, so try living with a detail or cut for a while before deciding how you feel about it. 

Wear the Right Clothes. When bringing things to your tailor, you’ll typically try on the garment in front of them, so he or she can pin and chalk things at the right places. That means you should be wearing the kind of clothes you plan to wear with the item. So, if you’re bringing in a suit, arrive in your dress shoes and dress shirt. If you’re sending in a casual coat, bring along a sweater. This way, you and your tailor can get a better sense of what needs to be done in order to get these outfits to look right. 

Account for Movement. Don’t forget to account for movement. Shirt sleeves should be long enough so that the cuff stays at your wrist when you move your arms. Linen garments wrinkle, which means it’s ok for sleeves and trousers to be a little longer than usual -- they’ll come up to the right length once you wear them for a few hours. And trousers ride up a bit when you walk, so be careful of getting things too short. Otherwise, too much of your ankle will show when you hit your stride or sit down. 

The Makeshift Shoe Horn. Sometimes, when changing in and out of pants, your tailor may not have a shoehorn. In these cases, use something like your credit card. A thick plastic card, when placed between your heel and shoe, basically does the same trick.

THE TAILORS WE USE

Put This On’s team is spread across five cities, so we thought we’d put together a list of the tailors we use. To be sure, these aren’t the only reputable establishments in these areas, just the tailors we’ve personally relied on for years and can vouch for. If you happen to live in or near these cities, and don’t already have a tailor, consider these places. We think they do exceptional work. 

The Bay Area: Advanced European Tailoring in Berkeley and Tailors’ Keep in San Francisco (second of which is pictured above)

Los Angeles: Pro Tailor in Koreatown and Sid Mashburn in Santa Monica

Washington, DC: Field English Custom Tailors

New York City: Wazin Custom Tailor and Alterations 

Chicago: Peter Field Alterations and Paul Chang Custom Tailors

#Best Of #Alterations

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"You're avoiding me, right?" with Stargent? If you don't like that ship then Steter or really anything!

I like! I definitely like the ship. Buuut I don’t have any experience writing them so pls be kind with this first attempt at them. Thank you for challenging me, I like trying new things, I just often need a motivation to do so.

Also, I wrote this instead of sleeping so there is that…

I hope you still enjoy it :)

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Someone cleared their throat next to Stiles.

He ignored it and tried to continue reading his book, if the person had a problem they would have to voice it properly.

The person, from the sound of it a guy, cleared his throat again and Stiles barely managed not to roll his eyes but decided not to be difficult today.

At least not very.

“In need of a cough drop?” he asked, still not looking up.

“I’d actually prefer a conversation with you.”

Stiles recognized the voice and flailed his arms around, dropping his book and halfway jumping out of the chair he had been sitting in.

“WHAT…the fuck dude?!”

He had yelped the first word and then hissed the rest, trying to lower his voice and not disturb the other visitors in the public library.

Chris Argent, good looking as the devil in a grey shirt, black leather jacket, tight jeans and worn out boots picked up the book Stiles had dropped, handed it back to him and then looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Stiles took the book reluctantly.

There were many things he did not feel like doing right now, one very high up on his list was talking to Chris Argent. Or doing anything in general with the guy.

His lips felt dry at the thought of speaking with him.

Getting his brain to desex his thoughts when it came to Chris was hard enough as it was.

He didn’t need the real life version making it even harder.

He’d actually prefer for Chris to keep from making anything hard for him.

Because all that could result in was a lot of awkwardness and embarrassment.

He licked his lips and tried to say something.

His throat was dry too and he had to swallow twice.

“Is there some kind of way for me to not do that?”

Chris stared down at him for a moment like he was actually contemplating the question before answering dry as the desert.

“No.”

Well, great then…unless he felt like magically blasting the guy in public Stiles could hardly do anything to get out of this situation.

Physically he had not the slightest chance.

And not only because this was Chris Fucking Argent, trained as a soldier since childhood to fight opponents with superhuman strength and speed.

But also because being close to Chris, breathing in his scent, feeling his warm, strong hands on his shoulder or arm, hearing his smooth, deep voice and seeing his everything was overwhelming.

Ever since that unfortunate encounter Stiles could not undo the realisation of what a dream Chris Argent was.

It was frankly also embarrassing how long it had taken him to realize it in the first place.

Begrudgingly Stiles nodded “Okay then, I guess. You wanna do this right here?”

Chris shook his head slightly.

“I’ll buy you a coffee, I don’t want to disturb the other visitors.”

That was reasonable.

Under any other circumstances Stiles would probably have felt joy about being treated to a coffee.

Right now he mainly felt like a vaguely humanoid shaped bag of ants.

But he nodded again and let Chris take the lead.

The short walk to the closest Café was entirely silent and Stiles was purposefully trying to not think too much about what the upcoming conversation might be like.

He simply tried to remind himself to hope for the best, whatever that was and be prepared for the worst - probably embarrassment and ridicule.

They sat down in a corner as far away from the few other customers as possible.

Chris sat down first, in the spot with the best overview of the room and every door.

Stiles could sit across from Chris, having most of the room in his back, which would make him even more uncomfortable, or sit with the other wall of their corner booth in his back. Which meant there was little more than a table corner separating him from the hunter.

He decided having a wall in his back would help more with his nervosity than being close to Chris would fuel it.

The waitress came almost right away and both of them ordered coffee, black, no cream, no sugar.

Usually Stiles wasn’t one to go for that, but he didn’t feel like ordering something more elaborate, his mind was otherwise occupied.

“So…” Chris started when the young lady had left their table.

He was leaned forward, hands lying on the table, folded and giving him the impression of resolve and calm.

“You’re avoiding me, right?”

Stiles blinked and then looked down at Chris’ hands.

Not even now he could entirely shake the thoughts of what those hands could do to him.

He swallowed and nodded again before croaking “Yeah…”

Chris leaned back at that, crossing his arms.

“Do you have a problem with men having s-”

“It’s not the gay part. Jesus, I’m so straight I could pass the food industry’s beauty standards for bananas, okay?”

He saw the guy raise his eyebrows at the interruption, then tilt his head, apparently contemplating something.

Stiles wasn’t sure if he should say something else but then Chris was already speaking again.

He was clearly determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Admittedly it’d have been weird for you to be in a gay club if you had an issue with it. Ok, so you saw me fuck a guy in a club’s darkroom. What’s the problem? The fact you didn’t expect me to be interested in men? The fact your best friend is my son in law? Are you just generally uncomfortable with sex? Or nudity? I would really like to put this past us.”

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Usually Stiles was a great liar. He was good enough by now to even fool most of the werewolves. Admittedly, Boyd and Peter could still sometimes pick up on it but he was working on that.

But right now, right here?

Anything fake he might try to say to get Chris off his track would probably not work.

He just didn’t have enough control over his body at the moment.

As if Chris had read Stiles’ thoughts - he had probably read Stiles body language instead - he reached out and took Stiles hand to place index and middle finger over his wrist, feeling his pulse.

“Tell me Stiles.”

God, that fucking voice!

How was such a simple order giving him goosebumps and making his heart beat in his head?

He tried to control his shallow breathing so it’d not turn into a panting or anything.

Should he really say it?

If he did, this conversation would probably end real quick.

At least then it’d be over, even if Chris might be the one avoiding him then.

He licked his lips and opened his mouth but couldn’t get out a tone.

He closed his mouth again and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply and calmly, organizing his thoughts.

With more determination he opened his eyes again.

Okay, he would say it.

“All right. But just know this probably won’t help making things less weird between us.”

Chris kept his serious, inquisitive expression.

“I’ll take that risk.”

“Okay….” Stiles took another deep breath and looked at Chris’ hand around his wrist while speaking.

“Before I saw you in the club all you were to me was Allison’s dad, a parent of a friend of mine. Well and a scarily skillful hunter who can hold his own in any comfrontation, no matter if physically or intellectually…so in a way a person I might have been equally intimidated, impressed and inspired by. A person I might see as a role model even.”

He licked his lips, why did they already feel so dry again?

Should he really continue?

Looking up was a mistake, because now he could not pull himself away from Chris’ intense gaze.

He started worrying his bottom lip without even registering it really.

Chris squeezed Stiles’ wrist.

“And after you saw me?”

His expression seemed a lot more vulnerable and open than moments ago.

Maybe Stiles’ words had brought down Chris’ wards a little.

Stiles wasn’t sure if he was imagining things but he felt like there was serious worry hidden underneath curiosity and confusion.

He continued.

“Afterwards…I saw you as a….a man for the first time.

Something about seeing you have sex totally pulled you out of all those former definitions in my worldview.

So far people I have known one way haven’t changed their place in my life.

Well, my love for Lydia might have changed from adolescent desire to platonic admiration and appreciation but…I would never really think of Scott as a sexual person. And the same goes for Allison, Melissa or Parrish…they’re registered as people I have absolutely no sexual thoughts towards. I am aware they have sex lives but like…that’s already more than I need to know…”

Chris nodded slowly.

“So you’re uncomfortably aware of me being a sexually active person now because before you saw me mainly as a parental figure in your life.”

Stiles brushed his hair back with his free hand.

“Y…yeah?”

Chris raised his brows at that.

“That was a lie…what aren’t you telling me Stiles.”

Fucking hell!

Fuck this! Fuck Chris!

“Shit…okay, look…I’m less uncomfortably aware and more uncomfortably turned on by it, okay? There you have it. I never before thought of you as fuckable or dateable. Not because you aren’t pretty damn smoking hot - I can barely understand how that didn’t register to me before - but because you were really really firmly placed in a social box labeled ‘parents’.”

He was finally able to look away from Chris face and stared down on the table.

There was his coffee.

He hadn’t even noticed the waitress bringing it over.

But there it was, black and still steaming a little.

He felt like ingesting anything right now would turn his stomach inside out.

He heard Chris’ voice next to him and was surprised at the slight amusement in its tone.

“I think the same might be happening to me right this moment.”

Stiles looked up in confusion and was caught off guard by the heat in the man’s open stare.

“Wha-uh…what?”

Chris let go of Stiles’ hand and rubbed his neck with a guilty, reluctant smile.

“I did not expect that to be your answer Stiles. I mean…you are right, you are a friend of my daughter. I would have never looked at you and seen a person whose sex life would be of any concern or interest to me…I suppose we are both a little guilty of putting the other in a box we might not really fit in anymore.”

It was Stiles turn to tilt his head with an inquisitive expression.

“Is this going where I think it is going, Chris?”

Chris’ mouth twitched into something similar to a smirk for a moment before he answered, looking close to serious, but not quite.

“I don’t know Stiles…but I might have an answer for you when you tell me in what kind of situation you think of me as a sexually active person.”

The corners of Stiles’ mouth twitched as well.

“Are you asking if I ever jerked off to the memory of you pounding that guy against the fucking wall?”

Something in Chris’ eyes lit up at that question and Stiles could feel Chris press their knees against each other under the table.

“Yes.”

A weird mix of excitement and fear washed over Stiles.

Was he really actively flirting with Chris Argent?

Was Chris Motherfucking Argent actively flirting with him?

Apparently.

“Well in that case; Yes. I’ve not been able to picture much else lately. I might have had a few daydreams in which it was me you’re fucking.”

Chris made a noise that seemed like a half choked groan.

“I should have known you’d be good at talking about filthy things. I’d have so much fun getting you to that headspace where you’re beyond language.”

At that Stiles had to full on grin.

“I think nobody ever told me so roundabout they’d love to get me to shut up.”

Chris flashed a grin back.

“Oh no Stiles, I’d want you to be vocal, don’t worry.”

They shared a silent moment so filled with sexual tension it had to be palpable.

Then Stiles inhaled and exhaled a deep, shaky breath.

“Okay so…your place?”

Chris took a breath as well and nodded.

“Sounds good.”

#stargent #teen wolf #not beta read #dirty talk #first attempt at stargent #my stuff

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Glorified G- Chapter 5

September 3rd 1991

The past five days had flown by uneventfully for Joanne, her car had been arranged by William and she had finally unpacked. During the daytime at work she had been filled in on the case and how the MO has been seen in twelve states, as well as in France, and even England, she was shocked that she hadn’t heard about the murder in the UK as she covered a vast majority of the UK’s murder cases. But she had worked alongside a group of seven talented agents and they began brainstorming, was the murderer a part of a cult which would explain the common MO, or was the cult MO a smokescreen that the unknown subject was using to send them in a different direction?

“I think we need to check out the Off Ramp cafe, it’s the last place all of our victims have been seen, maybe someone has been there and seen the vics interacting with someone suspicions.” Joanne suggested, the group nodded in agreement,

“I think there are bands playing most nights, so maybe they’ve seen something?” Eleanor one of the profilers suggested,

“That sounds like a great plan! Who wants to go?” Joanne asked, there was a chorus of ‘not me’, ‘I can’t tonight’ and ‘It’s date night sorry’ Joanne nodded, “Okay, so I’ll go- what is it like there?” she questioned.

“I think it’s the grunge scene.” Eleanor replied, and that was pretty much the only information Joanne had before she left to get ready to go to the off ramp cafe.

She got home and showered, giving her hair a very brief towel dry. She threw on a pair of black skinny jeans with her black doc martens, she wore a black t-shirt and a leather jacket, she didn’t know what grunge was, she certainly hadn’t heard of it before, she hoped what she was wearing would do. Just as she was going to leave her landline rang, she answered it almost straight away.

“This is Taylor.” She answered,

“Good evening Taylor, I heard that you are going to the off ramp tonight, may I ask that you go armed. I know you are off duty, but you are still technically working.” She groaned,

“Is that an order sir?”

“It is now.” She sighed,

“Okay, I’ll take my gun.”

“Thank you Taylor, I hope you get some information tonight. Goodbye.” She hung up and jogged out to her car she had a small bag that contained her purse, and the photos of the victims that she could show people when interviewing them. She drove to the cafe silently cursing at her gun which was felt like it was stabbing her in her left side, she put one of her many cassettes on and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat.

She arrived at the cafe and found herself feeling slightly out of place, she needed a flannel shirt, as she looked around it was quite small inside the cafe so she grew more confident that someone must’ve seen something. She sat close to the bar and questioned the bartender for a few minutes, however he was new so that wouldn’t be much help. After a few moments the first band took to the stage, Pearl Jam.

Joanne watched the band and found herself in a trance watching them perform, she had never heard of them before but she decided that she would have to buy their album, she watched as the singer who started out being shy blossomed, his voice grew almost angry, yet still beautiful. They played a song called Alive and Joanne found herself tapping her foot along and slightly nodding her head to the beat. Once Pearl Jam finished their set, another band got up on stage they were called Soundgarden. As she listened she realised that she really liked this genre of music and wished she had discovered it sooner, the band played Outshined and she found herself grinning as she made a mental note to buy Soundgarden’s music too. Once Soundgarden had finished she decided that she needed to start asking people questions, so she missed as Alice in Chains took to the stage as the final act of the night. She noticed a booth near the back of the room and spotted a hat that she recognised as the bass player from Pearl Jam’s. Slowly she approached the band slightly unsure of what to say and do.

She ended up standing by the booth for a few moments like a child about to be scolded, she finally decided to approach them,

“Excuse me?” She half mumbled and the table’s conversation came to a halt and she felt herself blushing, “I’m really sorry to bother you, is there somewhere quiet I can talk to you all? It’s kinda important.” She said trying to be heard over the sound of Would? By Alice in Chains, the singer nodded,

“Um sure, we’ll take you backstage, c’mon guys.” He spoke quietly and the rest of the band were giving her a strange look of confusion. They all made their way backstage in silence, it was a small room but it was a lot quieter than in the main area, there were a few seats randomly placed, the bass player and what Joanne guessed was one of the guitarists sat down on the seats, the singer was still staring at her his intense gaze caused her to shift on her feet.

“I’m Joanne, urm I’m with the FBI. And I need your help.” The bass player’s eyebrows shot up, “you’re not in trouble, please sit, I’ll try not to take up too much of your time.” They all quickly introduced themselves. The singer, was Eddie; The bass player was Jeff. The two guitarists were Stone and Mike. And the drummer was Dave. They all sat down and she felt like a teacher or a lecturer, she didn’t like having them all staring at her, “Okay, so these girls-” she started as she removed the pictures from her bag and handed them to the guys, “do you recognise any of them?” she asked, there was a moment of silence,

“Jeff didn’t you have a thing with her?” Stone remarked pointing at the girl in the photo Eddie held,

“Uh no I don’t think I did, I think I offered to buy her a drink and she told me to go fuck myself.” Stone burst out laughing, Joanne felt awkward because they weren’t really taking it seriously, Eddie and Mike seemed like the only two to really be listening.

“The girls in the pictures, they- were um, murdered, the last place they were seen alive was here, so I just wanted to know if you remember seeing them and if you did if you saw them with someone.” A thick tension filled the air for a few moments before Stone spoke up,

“Holy shit. I- don’t - I can’t remember them, sorry.” Stone murmured, the others all agreed that they didn’t recall seeing any of the women.

“Alright, thanks for your help, can I give you my number and if you remember anything you can call me? And would you be able to send ah- the other band erm- Sound-” Joanne paused feeling ridiculous for forgetting the band’s name, Eddie jumped in,

“Soundgarden?” He said with a small smirk, Joanne nodded,

“Yeah, Soundgarden. Sorry I literally just moved here from the UK so I don’t really know much about the area or the musicians, sorry.” She said tucking her hair behind her ear,

“Don’t worry about it, if we remember anything we’ll call you.” Eddie said taking the card she had scribbled her number on, she gave them all a small smile as they left.

She gathered the photographs of the women and perched on one of the chairs, she tucked her hair behind her ears, she sat for a few more moments pondering how to discuss the topic with Soundgarden, she felt although she had been much too blunt with Pearl Jam about it. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, she let out a small sigh and opened the door, Eddie stood with a group of four men that she recognised as Soundgarden.

“Joanne, this is Chris Cornell,” Eddie spoke gesturing to the tall man with long curly hair, Chris stepped forwards and shook Joanne’s hand, “this is Kim Thayil,” he gestured to the tanned man with long black hair and a beard, Joanne shook his hand, “this is Matt Cameron, and this is Ben Shepherd.” The men Eddie had just introduced stepped forward shaking Joanne’s hand, “do you need anything?” Eddie asked, Joanne shook her head.

“No thanks, thank you Eddie.” He smiled before doing a small curtsey closing the door as he left.

Joanne repeated her previous actions with Pearl Jam, showing the band the photos, asking if any of them knew anything about the women, then handing them her card and telling them to call her if anything came to mind. Once they left she groaned, she really thought someone would know something even if it wasn’t of any use. She decided she was going to get herself a drink before leaving, she made her way to the bar and attempted to order a beer before remembering that in the states you have to be twenty one to drink, and she was just a few weeks shy of her twenty first birthday. Instead she ordered a lemonade and sat at the bar sipping her drink taking in the people around her. After a few moments a tall dark haired man sat down beside her, he had black handlebar moustache that looked like a stereotypical one from the seventies, he winked at her before he spoke,

“Hey there, can I buy you a drink darlin.” Joanne looked him over and a shiver ran down her spine,

“I’m okay thank you I’ve already got one.” He laughed,

“You really only want a lemonade? Sure I can’t tempt ya with a beer?” She shook her head, a bad feeling resonating within the pit of her stomach,

“I’m fine thank you.” She repeated taking another sip of her drink,

“Hey I’m just bein friendly, don’t be so defensive. Let me buy you a drink,” Joanne was just about to reply when she felt an arm snake around her waist she immediately clenched her fist and spun around on her stool, to be greeted with Eddie Vedder’s face grinning at her,

“There you are babe, I was looking for you. Hey man thanks for keeping my girl company.” Joanne felt herself relax and the sleazy guy got off his seat and retreated, she looked up at Eddie and smiled, “I saw him and it looked like he was bothering you, so I thought I should intervene.” He gave her a small grin.

“Thank you, he was persistent- I hate it when people can’t take no for an answer.” Eddie laughed, she finished the rest of her drink in one big gulp, “I suppose I better head home, seeing as there weren’t any leads here tonight.” She said rolling her eyes,

“Do you mind if I walk you to your car? There are a lot of creeps around and I don’t want you getting a bad first impression of Seattle.” She nodded and slid off her stool, he led her through the crowd to the door, once they were outside she began recalling where she had parked before leading the way to her ‘company car’ as it were.

Once they got to the car she shrugged her leather jacket off and slung it onto the backseat, “So here we are, at your car.” Eddie chuckled,

“So we are, thank you Eddie. Also I don’t know if I got the chance to mention it earlier, but your band are really fucking great!” Joanne noticed a small blush creep onto his face, “anyway like I said, if you remember anything about the women, you’ve got my number so call me. Even if it seems stupid, I’d be grateful for anything right now.” She said with a small sigh.

“Okay Jo, see ya.”

#eddie vedder fanfic #eddie vedder #eddie vedder fanfiction #pearl jam #pearl jam fanfiction #pearl jam fanfic #stone gossard #jeff ament #mike mccready #grunge fanfiction #grunge fanfic #fanfic

[roadtrip-2020]

Jackson Hole, WY.

Another favorite stop on our road trip was Jackson Hole. We were there in the shoulder season in late October, just a few weeks after most of the leaves had turned. While it was pretty cold, we had a wonderful time. 

Where we stayed

Anvil Hotel - Roadside motel recently renovated into a trendy midcentury hotel. 

What we liked:

Affordable

Great location, right in town

Decor is cute, beds are comfy

What we didn’t like:

Rooms are dark and almost all have windows that face directly into a parking lot. You have to keep the shades pulled down the whole time for privacy, so there isn’t much natural light. 

Overall, it felt a bit cheap. It was cheap, so I guess you get what you pay for. I’d recommend it if you’re on a budget, but otherwise would stay elsewhere. We loved the Rustic Inn, where we stayed our last night in Jackson.

Rustic Inn - I’ll admit, the branding does not impress (Anvil looks much cuter online), but the Rustic Inn is actually very nice! I would definitely recommend it, especially if you can get a creekside cabin/room.

What we liked:

Beautiful grounds complete with a creek, teepee, creekside outdoor bar, outdoor fireplaces, and a river walk.

Big cabin-like rooms or actual cabins

Our room had a fireplace and a porch

Breakfast was to-go due to COVID, but they were really good breakfast burritos!

Outdoor hot tub and pool area (we took advantage of the hot tub)

What we didn’t like:

We tried to make spa appointments day-of or day-prior (right after we checked in), but it was too late -- they were full. It wasn’t the hotel’s fault, really. We would have liked to stay there longer and leveraged the spa.

Location is towards the outskirts of downtown Jackson, it’s actually right as you’re driving out of town towards the Tetons or airport. It’s good, because it has lots of space, but not as walkable as, say, the Anvil. 

This photo was taken before we went to dinner at the creek right next to our hotel room at Rustic Inn...see, stunning!

What we did

We had so much fun in Jackson Hole and I love how much there is to see and do in the area! The Grand Tetons are absolutely stunning and are less than a 20 minute drive away...The proximity to Grand Teton National Park and even Yellowstone makes Jackson Hole one of my favorite destinations and a must for outdoor adventurers. 

Outdoor adventures:

Grand Teton National Park - Out of every National Park we visited, Grand Teton was probably our favorite and definitely the best run. Everything was very clearly marked, rangers were extremely helpful, and the trails were well kept with nice bathrooms/facilities and plenty of parking. Sounds superfluous but you notice these things after awhile!

Rockin’ M Ranch Trail Ride - BY FAR one of our favorite activities in Jackson and of our entire trip. Forgot how cathartic spending time with animals in nature is...Rockin’ M Ranch is in Alpine, about 45 minutes outside of Jackson. They were WONDERFUL. We did 3 hour ride with lunch included, which was really fun. I guess there are less little kids on the longer rides, which worked well for us. We had a great group of about 5 couples and a guide who was nice, funny, and helpful. We hiked along and THROUGH a river, up and down hills and ate lunch at this area that had a grill and picnic table. Many pictures below...

Things we did in Grand Teton National Park:

There are sooo many hikes and beautiful lakes to check out in the Tetons...what we did in our limited time below and then I’ll also link some other favs. These are great activities for summer/fall, but had we been there in the winter we would have skied Jackson Hole Mountain Resort. We will be back soon!

Hidden Falls Trail - The majority of this hike is pretty flat and wraps around the gorgeous Jenny Lake. We ended up hiking up past the falls up a step path to a few overlooks that had stunning views of the entire lake. Then, we heard about a Moose spotting from another hiker and set out to find it...and we did! I think these offshoots must have added some distance and elevation to our hike because I was exhausted by the end.

Mormon Row - OK so this is less a hike and more of a site to see, but it’s these old farm houses and barns with the most stunning background. They are located on the Antelope refuge and we saw tons of pronghorn grazing in the area. I didn’t know what that was, but pronghorn are in the antelope family and they are the fastest animal in North America and the 2nd fastest animal in the world!! 

Beautiful viewpoint on top of Signal Mountain -  Perhaps you can hike here, but we drove it. The views from the top are stunning. You can see the Teton range and Lake Jackson on one side and Jackson Hole Valley on the other!

Top 10 Hiking trails in Grand Teton National Park on AllTrails >>

Yellowstone National Park is also only about an hour away from Jackson, but I’ll cover that in my Montana post! :)

Views from top of Signal Mtn:

Mormon Row:

Hiking Jenny Lake:

Shopping:

I knew from the beginning that I wanted to get a Stetson hat in Jackson. And so I did! And there were SOOO many good ones to choose from. Chris got his second Stetson, too!

Hide Out Leathers - I got both my Stetson hat and suede fringe jacket here! They have such a good supply of leather goods, not as wide variety of hats, but they do have some.

Beaver Creek Hats and Leather - Chris got his hat here and they have a loooot of great hats. I was tempted to buy another hat here after getting mine at Hide Out, but I resisted. 

High Country Outfitters - They have fly fishing trips out of here and outdoor gear/apparel.

Pendleton Store - Pendleton stuff just says “the West” to me. So it makes sense they’d have a flagship store in Jackson. They have such cool blankets and even make custom ones at this store.

Breakfast / Lunch:

Persephone bakery - An adorable bakery and cafe. You order at the counter and then they bring you your food. Really cute outdoor dining, too! I got the croissant breakfast sandwich and it was so tasty!

Cafe Genevieve - Another wonderful little breakfast spot, right next to Persephone. More of a sit down and order kind of place. And more traditional breakfast food. I loved my waffles and chai latte.

Creekside Market - Great deli to get to-go sandwiches for a day of adventures!

Dinner:

We should have booked dinner reservations further in advance, because it was pretty tough to get reservations once we got there. 

Our first night there, we met up with some friends who have a place in Jackson Hole. We wanted to sit outside (COVID and we had a dog with us), so we got drinks and dinner at Cutty’s, a local dive bar. Very divey, but fun! A bit out of the town square so less touristy but also you need to drive to get there. Not really a “must-see”. 

Local restaurant & bar - This was our favorite dinner in Jackson. We both got really good steaks! They also had really great wine selection including many natural wines, which we loved. 

StillWest Brewery & grill - When we couldn’t get reservations in town, we called StillWest. Stillwest is still technically in town, but not right in the town square. It’s closer to the local ski mountain, Snow King. It’s a really fun brewery and restaurant with good food!

On our third night we went to dinner with friends in a nearby town, Wilson, and went to an old-school Italian restaurant: Calico. 

Recommendations

Because we had such a limited time there, I enlisted the help of my friend Kaelyn (a regular, and a local for a good chunk of COVID) to help me with all of her faves. So comments below are from her POV, which I trust, of course.

Restaurants:

Glorietta's - New-ish Italian spot. Literally everything I've had is next-level good, but Meatballs are a must. 

Persephone Bakery - Breakfast/lunch spot. The one in town is tiny and always insanely crowded, but a new one just opened in Wilson and is bigger/way less crowded. We went here, too...Linked above!

Cafe Genevieve - Southern comfort-ish food (lol we did our late night wedding food from here). We went here, too...Linked above!

Pinky G's - Best pizza in my opinion — you can dine in but we usually take out Get the Abe Froman with balsamic glaze! 

Snake River Grill - Fancy spot, probably best steak/bison place in town Make a reso NOW if you're going months from now haha 

Bin 22 - Mini liquor/wine + mart that's also a tapas/happy hour spot

Calico - especially in the summer! We went here, too...Linked above!

Hikes:

Hiking in the park

Delta Lake - ~7 miles with elevation gain (takes 3.5-4.5 hours to hike, roundtrip, plus ~1 hour at the lake)...I'd say moderate-to-difficult but worth it. The views are unreal (it's that gorgeous bright blue lake!) and it's never too too crowded.

Bradley and/or Taggart Lakes - A 5-mile loop, not hard at all. Bradley is less crowded if you want to pick one.

Phelps Lake - Scenic and easy, more of a walk than a hike. Has a massive boulder that people jump off of into the water (great photo op!) — kind of a "rite of passage," if you will.

For both of these hikes (Bradley/Taggart and Delta), you'll enter through the park, which driving through IS an adventure in and of itself; you can buy a park pass that'll last you seven days

Also I HIGHLY recommend to everyone visiting Jackson that they rent a car

Hiking in Teton Village:

You can hike to the top of the gondola (~1.5 hours) OR ride the gondola and hike one of the trails that starts toward the top of the mountain...there are TONS

Did the Cirque trail this summer and LOVED it...It summits Rendezvous (the main skiing mountain in the village) and there were basically no people doing it.

Hiking in town:

Snow King - This is a ski run in winter but a steep and quick trail in the summer. Super quick but tough! A great workout.

Hiking with a bit of a drive

Table Mountain - You actually drive through Victor and Driggs (Idaho), then back through Alta (Wyoming) to get to the trailhead. Hike takes 4-5 hours and the first part (~3 miles) is really freaking hard BUT then it gets easier. On a clear day, you can see the Tetons from the other side!

Other Activities:

Float/raft Snake River - We usually just float it and drink beer but you can also do a guided rafting excursion, there are tons to choose from (just Google). 

Get sloshies - Sloshies are alcoholic slushies that you can find at most of the gas stations in Jackson Hole. My favorite's at Hoback Market, but that's a bit south of town. They also have them Creekside Market (also has my favorite, most epic sandwiches), Basecamp (the gas station in Wilson), Albertson's and the liquor store attached to Aspens Market.

Visit Jackson Lake - Super scenic lake in the park. Kind of a hike to get to but if you devote a day, you can rent SUPs, walk around, etc. If you have a boat (or can rent one) you can boat around and water ski, etc. 

Drive the big loop in the park - You'll see wildlife, the Tetons, the Chapel of the Transfiguration. Before leaving, grab a drink at Dornan's.

Granite or Astoria Hot Springs - The "official" Astoria ones aren't open to us non-Wyoming resident peasants BUT there are natural hot springs (called "hippie" hot springs) before Astoria/the red bridge that goes to the Snake River Sporting Club. Just park by the other parked cars, and you'll find a path that leads to them! (Def bring sloshies)

Below:

Pic 1 - Chris and I in our new Stetsons out to dinner

Pic 2 - Chris with our delicious steak dinner at Local

#jacksonhole #jackson #wy #wyoming #travel #roadtrip #grand tetons

[cinnamonroll-duffy]

Sage Wisdom (Jake x MC/Zig x MC) -- #ChoicesCreates28

Summary: A struggling teen finds that old acquaintances may bring the answer to his problems. This is an entry to the crossover prompt for Choices Creates hosted by @ladyashtonofcordonia​ and @holly-park.

Starring: Brian Crandall, Zig Ortega, Victoria Bradshaw (TF MC), Jake Mckenzie, Erika McKenzie (ES MC), and Caleb Mitchell

Guest Starring: Brandon (TF) 

Before Homecoming:

Starbucks was closed, so I had to walk into another place to try and get my white chocolate smoothie. The place was quaint, but I wasn’t really focused on where I was. Instead, all that took up space in my mind was how pissed I was at my ex-girlfriend. Well, the world in general. 

I didn’t know how to handle it. Never have I been dumped before. Sure, Zoe was the type to run off with another guy. Part of me knew it was gonna happen eventually. Everyone who really loves me do that in the end. My mom left me and my dad for some other guy and ran off 5 years ago, but everyone keeps boring me about how awesome their moms are and how they bake them cookies and talk to them about their girlfriends. They all need to have several seats. Why did she trade all our family had for some actor on a TV show? Why would Zoe trade all what I had for someone so basic like Caleb? I would have even understood if she left me for someone cool like Julian or Max, but Caleb? Girl has no standards. What does that say about me? Am I trash for literally dating someone who wasn’t interested in staying?

“What would would it be?” The barista asked. After I gave my order, all he could say was, “We don’t serve that here.”  I wasn’t so much fuming about the drink, but that was the last straw after all I had been through.

“You don’t have white chocolate smoothie? What kind of trash coffee shop is this? Look, I see you have all the ingredients to make it; Get your lazy butt off of your phone and get to work. You know what? Screw you. I’m gonna have my dad buy this place and have you fired!” I squinted to take a peek at the nametag of the barista. Brandon. Talk about the most boring name in existence. Who names their kids Brandon?

“Listen little ginger curry, I didn’t cut off my date with my boyfriend, who loves me by the way, to work this afternoon shift catering to teenage jackasses like you.” Uh, Brandon, thinking he could talk to me like that.  Where the hell did he get off? All I wanted was some white chocolate smoothie to ease my troubled mind, and all I got was some sass from a guy named Brandon. It’s like I died and went to hell. 

“You know what, Brandon? Your boyfriend will leave you and you’re gonna be left lonely like everyone else in the world. Trust me on that.” Before I could leave, I saw a familiar face walk behind the counter.

“Brandon, I got this.” There he was, Zigmund Ortega with his always bright bleached-white shirt and trusty leather jacket. He was in the Berry football team when I was a sophomore, but got kicked out after two weeks. Well, to be fair, the only reason he got cut from the team was because he landed in prison. “Sorry about Brandon, Brian” Zigmund whispered to me. “He’s not one to do custom requests. Just stick to the menu with him.” He gathered up the needed ingredients and prepared the smoothie for me. After I paid for my drink, I asked him,

“You work here, Zigmund?” I saw the way he just managed everything with ease. That’s how I remembered Zigmund: Kind of socially awkward, but really good at what he does best.

“It’s just Zig now. I used to work here, but now I go to Hartfield and play football with the team there.” Zigmund in a University? Zigmund ever tangling with the pigskin again? It kind of took me a while to let that sink in.

“I thought you couldn’t afford to go to school even if you wanted to. I remember you taking a job cleaning my pool and also Mia’s just so that you could have enough money for rent.” One thing nobody could accuse Zig of was being lazy. No, sir, he worked his tail off for every scrap he could get. It was hard when he went to prison on his family because he was their breadwinner in a way.

“So, this Second Chance scholarship helped me out. I get to fix my past in a way.” I wished to could get a second chance myself when Zigmund mentioned that. After Caleb turned everyone against me, I have never felt more alone in my life. Even someone I looked up to since elementary, Julian, abandoned me. I really hoped Julian was just doing that out of peer pressure or something. He was the only one on the Berry football team left with any sense on how to handle life. Why Julian would even try to revoke his own street cred made no sense to me. Maybe, I needed to give him time to come to his senses.

Breaking my thoughts for a moment, a chick with long, wavy hair sat down with me and Zigmund. She smiled at me and then started making out with Zigmund for 30 seconds or so. Damn, Zigmund got game. 

“Vic, this is one of my friends from High School, Brian Crandall. Brian, this is my girlfriend Victoria. She’s the one who tamed this bad boy.” I shook hands with Victoria and she started cracking up.

“You’re still in the taming process, dear. I have to remind Zig here that not everything can be solved with fists.” She rested her hand on Zigmund’s thigh and giggled while he rubbed his nose on her cheek.

“Babe, I bet you’re gonna tell me everything can be solved with kisses.” They then made out for another minute while I slowly sipped on my smoothie wondering if Zoe and I were all over each other the same way. We prolly were. 

“Sorry, Brian. When Zig gets sweet, I just can’t help myself.” Victoria’s pale face wasn’t even blushing. She was so proud of her love with Zig. “Anyway, Brian, how did you and Zig meet?” 

“So, Zig played football for Berry for two games with me.” Looks like Zigmund didn’t tell his girlfriend much, because she gasped. Like, loud enough for everyone else in the café to hear. 

“I thought Hartfield was your first experience with football. Sugarcakes, you didn’t lie to me, did you?” Victoria grunted like a chihuahua that just saw its owner after a long day.

“No, Cinnamon Roll. Look, I just want to forget everything that happened with the whole getting kicked out of the team thing.” He then pecked her on the lips. Before another make out session would start, I waved my hands in front of Zigmund and Victoria’s faces to keep them in the conversation. They snapped back into place quicker than a rubber band. Zigmund continued, “ Anyway, we met through our mutual friend Julian Castillo. By the way, Brian, is Julian still with Autumn?” 

“No, she left him for someone else. Don’t really know him. Berry has gone downhill since you left, Zig. The losers have taken over the school...and they brainwashed Julian and Mia, too!” I then talked about the whole misunderstanding with Zoe, Caleb, and everyone taking sides against me and how I had to move to Hearst for my own safety. Victoria was listening to me while Zigmund patted me on the back.

“That’s terrible, man. I don’t blame you for leaving Berry. Going to school there must feel like some kind of prison. Believe me, I know how awful it was being inside. I’m sure people will realize just how petty they are being. Hey, I heard homecoming dance for both Berry and Hearst is tonight from my younger brother. You got a date?” I shook my head. Even with all the hotties in Hearst, I wasn’t in the mood for a party.

“Hey, Zig is right. I don’t know why people are pissed at you. I was in a similar situation as Zoe. I left my boyfriend Chris for Zig, and before Chris, I casually dated two girls at the same time, one of them was some sorority queen, and the other my best friend. There’s no shame in playing the field before you find your bae.” She looked toward Zigmund and smiled.

“You’re right, Victoria. With that said, I’m just gonna say sorry to Caleb even if I didn’t do anything wrong. I miss my best friend.” Even with how Caleb treated me, I had to help him see the light even if he’s gonna fight it at first. 

“Wow, you’re an amazing person, Brian. I don’t know this Caleb person, but he seems like a jerk. You don’t have to apologize for anything, but I’m proud of you for being the bigger person.” It just hit me. I had to make my apology instantly and in public. Homecoming was my chance.

“We’re rooting for you, Brian. Zig and I both. I especially want to protect you because you’re a fellow ginger like me.” Victoria, with her long crimson locks, said before hugging me and leaving with Zigmund. I suddenly gained some courage.

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After Homecoming:

It didn’t work. Caleb was so cruel to me and didn’t even accept my apology. I doubt any other moment in my life was so humiliating like when Caleb and his friends ganged up on me in front of all the students in Homecoming. Something came over me that I never experienced in 5 years when my mom walked out on me; Actual tears. I’ve been a tough guy for most of my life, but I couldn’t handle how my life had been torn apart by Zoe and Caleb. I wish I had a mother to put her arms around me and tell me everything was alright, but no, I had to face these feelings like I always had to: On my own. I could have called up Max or Kara to talk, but they never understood what it’s like to be so miserable. They have happy lives for the most part. Instead, I sat in Hartfield Park, where I used to play Ultimate Frisbee with Julian, Caleb and others. It was my special place.

“Hey, is everything OK?” I looked up from the park bench I was laying on and saw another familiar face. She had long blonde hair and was rather tall. A guy stood next to her. He was about 5 inches shorter than her and had shoulder-length hair and a bored expression on his face.

“Erika Shields?” The daughter of my dad’s best friend, Erika was like an older sister I never had. She often babysat for me back in the day.

“Correction: Erika McKenzie now.” She showed off a ring glistening on her finger. “Brian Crandall. You’ve grown so much since I last saw you.” 

“Yeah, and I guess this guy with you is the lucky groom? I thought you were dead with the whole plane crash thing?” It was all over the news how a bunch of contest winners (including the Hartfield team’s very own Sean Gayle) got lost out in La Huerta, and I thought I’d never see Erika again.  

“It’s a long story. Jake and I met on the plane ride there, and we just got closer. I guess facing all sorts of dangers brought us together, and the rest is history.” Unlike Zigmund and Victoria, Erika and her husband weren’t really touchy-feely, but I could tell they loved each other.

“Believe it, Weasley. This Princess and I are rock solid, even if she’s a pain in the behind at the best of times.” He looked up and nodded at Erika and she nodded in return. 

“Yeah, Jakey’s my favorite douchebag. So, tell me, Brian, why were you crying? Don’t do the teenage boy thing and pretend like you were just cutting some onions. You know I’ve always cared about you and your dad.” There was no point in trying to hide it, so I told Erika and Jake everything about what happened to me since the beginning of the school year.

“Wow, that’s rough. Not as rough as fighting off a billionaire madman trying to kill us in a God-forsaken island, but for high school? That’s torture.” Good to know Erika hasn’t lost her sense of humor out there in La Huerta.

“You know what, Weasley? I was just like you in High School. I don’t know what school is like for you Yankees, but growing up in the South...you know, the backwoods in Louisiana, you had to please the right people or else the whole town turns against you. I joined the Navy to escape all that...not that I recommend the same for you. I’m saying, Weasley, find a way to escape the negativity. You said you moved to a new school. That’s a good first step.” What Jake was saying was helpful, but I didn’t want to escape from Julian or Caleb or Mia. I wanted them back. 

“I’ve just about given up, Jake.” There it went, more tears. I felt so weak, but at the same time, it was good to be honest about what I felt for the first time in a long time. I had to put on a face of being Mr. Everything so that people wouldn’t have to know the true me and hate that part of me too.

“Don’t you dare give up, Brian. Jake and I thought we’d never get out from Everett Rourke’s clutches, but we did it. You know how? We believed in ourselves. If we didn’t we might as well have ended up in some shallow grave in a La Huerta cave.”  Erika reached into her purse and pulled out a golden star, handed it to me and said, “Shut your eyes and hold this. It’s a Forecast Idol I found in the island. This might sound hokey to you, but you’re gonna see your future.” I didn’t believe her, but I did it anyway...

I opened my eyes and saw Caleb walking toward me and saying...

“Brian, I miss you too. I’m sorry for not forgiving you for something so dumb. Come play Call of Duty with me and Julian like the old days. It’s hard losing a best friend and I don’t ever want to have that happen again.”...

I shut my eyes and opened them again to see Erika and Jake sitting by me. Instead of tears, I had a new energy about me. After handing back to Erika the gold star, I got up and said,

“Thanks for the pep talk, guys. Brian’s back in business.” I knew that no matter what happened next, I’ll get my best friend again.

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#ChoicesCreates #Playchoices #hss #Jake x MC #Zig Ortega #CH Fic

[howblunt]

1-98 weird asks!

First off: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to answer all of these :) 

Second off: Let’s begin

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? 

Coffee Mugs 

 2. chocolate bars or lollipops? 

lollipops for sure 

 3. bubblegum or cotton candy? 

bubblegum! (though i do love cotton candy)

 4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? 

honestly I’m not sure. I’m sure it was something about me being quite and bad at participating 

 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? 

(reusable) Plastic cups 

 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? 

I love the look of pastel 

but I think I dress more preppy ? with a hint of grunge(maybe goth) 

 7. earbuds or headphones?

I wear earbuds more often but I do prefer headphones 

 8. movies or tv shows? 

MOVIES

 9. favorite smell in the summer? 

how the pool smells and sunscreen 

 10. game you were best at in p.e.? 

none. P.E. was awful.

Stick to the back and hope the ball doesn’t come at me, that’s how I lived. 

 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? 

Cereal. I am a simple woman 

 12. name of your favorite playlist? 

currently it is my “Jean + Scott angst (and love)” playlist off spotify 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3VAC9t28sIrgO7Y4os5a34

 13. lanyard or key ring? 

key ring 

 14. favorite non-chocolate candy? 

anything gummy but more specifically gummy worms 

 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Wide Sargasso Sea 

If you like Gothic novels with some unrequited love and desire… hit this book up. Look up the plot of Jane Erye first.. it’s like a prequel. Btw I hated Jane Erye. But love Wide Sargasso Sea. Lots of symbolism and even witch craft 

 16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Legs stretched out, both on the ground 

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My black tennis shoes. Very comfortable 

 18. ideal weather? 

Fall weather. Wind and sunshine 

 19. sleeping position?

Usually on my right side. But I wake up on my back

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? 

Laptop

 21. obsession from childhood?

Barbie dolls! and my little pony+ littlest pet shop 

 22. role model? 

This is a hard one because I don’t really have anyone. But I guess Dan Aykroyd (my senior quote is from him) 

 23. strange habits? 

biting the inside of my mouth, fidgeting + folding up papers that are given to me (like in mass), and chewing my straws 

 24. favorite crystal? 

Rose quartz and orange Calcite

 25. first song you remember hearing?

Here Comes the Sun

My mom used to sing it in the morning to wake up my sister and me 

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? 

Swim

Or walk/ride my bike to the library 

 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

curl up in a blanket and stay inside 

 28. five songs to describe you? 

(In no order)

Not Today by Twenty One Pilots 

Wow, I’m Not Crazy by AJR 

xanny by Billie Eilish 

I’m In Love With My Car by Queen

Why Do You Feel So Down by Declan McKenna 

 29. best way to bond with you? 

Going shopping (clothes or other). This way we can chat and also have something to do 

 30. places that you find sacred?

The library and church 

 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? 

idk full outfit but my black pleated skirt makes me feel good 

 32. top five favorite vines? 

In no order

*girl vapes* wow

I smell like beef 

Lets’s tell each other secrets. I’ll go first, I hate you. 

Chris is that a weed?!

This is how I enter my house. What’s up fuckers?! 

 33. most used phrase in your phone? 

omg

 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? 

that one for the shampoo made for curly hair. and it goes “That’s curl power”

 35. average time you fall asleep? 

11 or 12 during the week. 1 or 2 for weekends 

 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? 

Rage comics. idk which specifically. But i used to run a rage comic meme account. I was pretty popular ;)

37. suitcase or duffel bag? 

suitcase

 38. lemonade or tea? 

lemonade (though i do LOVE tea)

 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cakes 

 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?  

omg so. There was this girl who told on this other girl for cheating on a test. Then like the whole grade just ganged up on this other girl and started calling her “the snitch” because the cheater’s friend group started saying “snitches get stitches” (lol even tho i went to an all girls, majority white + prissy + upper class, catholic school but go off) that went on for too long.

at some party they started to chant “snitches get stitches” 

the girl who started the chant then got suspended 

41. last person you texted? 

my ex. (it was a good breakup) 

 42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? 

jacket pockets 

 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? 

hoodie 

 44. favorite scent for soap?

strawberry 

 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi (lmao x-men is under sci-fi at the library. so it counts) 

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? 

XL t-shirt from giving blood and some very loose pajama shorts 

 47. favorite type of cheese?

American

 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? 

Mango (I eat enough to turn into one)

 49. what saying or quote do you live by? 

“Comparison will kill you”

 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OMG so there was this big spider web. And me and a friend thought it would be funny to call another friend over. And then be like “’lol u just walked passed a huge spider”–we didn’t think she would walk into it or near it because it was right by the edge of a lake we were by. So we call her over and this girl starts sprinting over toward us and RIGHT toward the spider web, and she had this big smile. And my friend and I yelled at her to stop. And when we were laughing saying she was about to run into a spider web and showed her the big spider, she began to freak out (maybe even cry). 

She was okay after the shock and fear wore off. 

I literally have tears in my eyes from typing this 

 51. current stresses? 

My friend moving away really far 

Starting school

making new friends 

 52. favorite font? 

I honestly don’t have one

 53. what is the current state of your hands? 

kinda dry

 54. what did you learn from your first job?

That I really love kids

 55. favorite fairy tale? 

Little Red Riding Hood and Rapunzel 

 56. favorite tradition?

Every one of my family’s Christmas traditions 

 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? 

My self doubt

sharing my art + writing 

My self confidence + learning my worth 

 58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I can play the piano

I can draw and paint

I can embroider and sew (not well but I have fun)

I can write pretty creative stories 

 59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh gosh, now what?”

 60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? 

Magical Girl Anime

 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Darjeeling Limited directed by Wes Anderson: “What’s wrong with you?” / “Let me think about that. I’ll tell you the next time I see you.” / “Sure, tell me then.” / “Thanks for using me.” / “You’re Welcome.” 

 62. seven characters you relate to?

Will from Stranger Things (with the whole not wanting to give up “childish things” and other stuff his friends are growing out of)

David Wong from John Dies at the End (with how he handles the situation and thinks)

Molly from Booksmart (not the going to a great college or being super smart + looking down on people part. But wanting to go to a party and flirt with cute boys)

Erin from Derry Girls (Tbh, I relate to all the main girls in this show)

Eric from That 70s Show (sometimes)

A mix between Ben and Andy from Parks and Rec

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Good Old Fashion Lover Boy by Queen 

Dance, Baby! by Boy Pablo 

Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede 

Fake Happy by Paramore 

Sober Up by AJR

 64. favorite website from your childhood? 

Club Penguin and Webkinz 

 65. any permanent scars?

On my knees from falling as a child. A small scar under my eye from a dog bite 

66. favorite flower(s)? 

Roses and Daisies 

 67. good luck charms?  

I wear this necklace a friend gave me when I am nervous 

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Green Tea flavored Mochi is kinda nasty to me

 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? 

Dan Aykroyd lost his wallet that he always kept chained to his belt. He was freaking out and searching all over while John Belushi was laughing his butt off

 70. left or right handed?

right 

 71. least favorite pattern?

anything with too many circles / holes 

72. worst subject? 

Anything Science related 

 73. favorite weird flavor combo?

idk but do NOT try lemonade with Doritos. it taste like throw up 

I’ve made this mistake twice 

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

it has to be an 7 or so

 75. when did you lose your first tooth? 

gosh, i’m not sure 

 76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? 

tator tots 

 77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

this is a question for my sister 

 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

I regularly buy sushi from a grocery store so that works 

the grocery store I go to has a sushi bar and has fresh sushi every day 

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

tbh they both looks kinda good.. not to BRAG. but i guess driver’s license 

 80. earth tones or jewel tones? 

Earth tones

 81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies 

 82. pc or console? 

pc 

 83. writing or drawing?

BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH

both

 84. podcasts or talk radio? 

podcast – no commercials 

 84. barbie or polly pocket? 

Barbie all the WAY! Though I do love me a good polly pocket 

 85. fairy tales or mythology?

Fair Tales

 86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies

though i like making cupcakes more 

 87. your greatest fear?

Being kidnapped and never being found 

 88. your greatest wish?

To find my ideal man

 89. who would you put before everyone else? 

Anyone in my family 

 90. luckiest mistake?

Thinking a test is sooner so I study. But then ending up having another day to study as well. 

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes 

 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? 

lamps 

(maybe some fairy lights in the background) 

 93. nicknames?

My real name is Veronica but I go by Ronni

Ron Ron, Gonni, Ronica 

 94. favorite season? 

Fall 

 95. favorite app on your phone? 

music 

 96. desktop background? 

I’m a Kaneki slut (Tokyo Ghoul) 

 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

two

 98. favorite historical era?

style wise: 1800 rococo -- Marie Antoinette period 

media wise: 1970s  

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Angie Taylor

Motion Designer, Animator, Author, Educator www.behance.com/AngieTaylor Brighton, UK Age 54 She/Her

How did you get your start in motion design, animation, or whatever it is that you do?

I graduated with a degree in Sculpture, drawing and humanities from EDINBURGH College of art in 1996. When I left, I thought, “what the **** can I do with a sculpture degree? I’d have loved to just be an artist, but I needed to make money. I had nothing. My choices, in terms of making money quickly were; make gravestones. Or become a prop-maker, I chose the latter.

I moved to London and began my prop-making career in the TV and film industry in 1987. I started freelancing and then got a full-time job making food props for TV and film - anything from non-melting ice cream and chocolate to pigs on spits, lobsters and pizzas. We made props for all sorts of amazing productions including Aardman Animations and the BBC. It was fun figuring out how to make stuff look real but I soon got bored recreating reality. I preferred the idea of surreal.

In my spare time I was deejaying in London’s punk clubs and gay clubs. I met lots of creative people in these nightclubs including; Heaven, FF, Turnmills, The Fridge, The Bell. When I was deejaying I attended a music and technology course to learn about Sampling and sequencing. We used Cubase version 1.0 on Amiga computers. There was also a copy of Deluxe Paint on there and I started playing with it during breaks. I’d make little cycling color animations.

I wanted to do more but I couldn’t afford to buy a computer at the time. My Dad had a Sinclair Spectrum and had the Hobbit game on it. I borrowed that when I could. I loved the idea of sequencing images and storytelling, it really excited me.

One day, when I was dropping off props at the BBC, I saw somebody using a very early beta version of Photoshop1. I thought “I want to do that!”. I realised I needed to make big changes for this to happen. I gave up prop-making and became a full-time Deejay in order to save to buy a computer.

In 1993 I met my wife, Jo. When we got together we spoke about our life goals. We both agreed that we needed a change. So we left London and moved to EDINBURGH. Jo loves books took a job as manager of a big, family-run book shop. I couldn’t find any courses on computer graphics so I enrolled in a course in traditional graphic design and another in IT - just to get access to computers.

The Graphic design course was very traditional - there were no computers. We had to use Letteraset to lay out text. We would enlarge text in a Grant Projector. It was a great course, I loved it. The IT course was also good, I learned the beauty of spreadsheets (no, I’m not joking!)

I also wrote my first tutorial on that course - teaching other students how to copy and paste images into their documents and make screenshots. There was a copy of Corel Draw on the computers. I learned it inside out. But I wanted something more. When I finished the course I was a bit unsure about which direction to turn.

Then one day I went to a party at a neighbours house. He had an Apple Macintosh Classic. I knew these were the dream of every graphic designer so I asked him whether I should get a PC (which I’d learned on) or a Mac.

“Ooh! Get a Mac!” He replied. “I work for a company called Adobe. If you get a Mac, I’ll get you a copy of Photoshop to help you get started”. I wasn’t really aware of who Adobe were but I’d seen Photoshop and was so grateful to him for this offer. I really don’t know where my career would be today without that lucky break. (Thanks Rory!)

So I saved, and saved, the bought myself my first computer. It was an Apple Power Macintosh 8500. He brought me a lovely, new, cellophane-wrapped copy of Photoshop 3. I watched a free video tutorial that was on the installation CD by the amazing Russell Brown. I thought, “this is what I want to do!”

As a thank you to my friend, I made him a card. I took a picture of his new-born baby. I scanned it, added a Mohawk hairstyle, tattoos saying “Mum” and “Dad” on her knuckles, and a leather jacket. All done in Photoshop. He was blown away with what I’d done. He asked me to come and show people at Adobe how I’d done it. As a result of this, Adobe asked me to do some Photoshop demos at a trade show in Amsterdam called CGIX. That’s when I first saw After Effects. It was version 2.0, it was love at first sight! I’ve been in love ever since!

My friend, Rory, got me a copy of After Effects and I was obsessed! I got myself the Total AE by Total Training course and watched it back to back, at least twice. Brian Maffitt is still the best After Effects teacher IMHO. I practiced for about 6 months, 12 hours a day while my lovely partner earned a daily income. I also started doing more demo work for Adobe. Doing After Effects demos as well as Photoshop, Illustrator and Premiere. But that wasn’t earning me enough and I really wanted to get into motion graphics.

I sent letters to about 40 production companies telling them I had a home setup to create motion graphics with After Effects and could be employed on a freelance basis. This was 1996, in those days most people laughed if you suggested using AE for TV graphics or animation. Luckily one person gave me an opportunity. He was interested in new technology and ran a business called Atacama Films (www.atacamafilms.co.uk) making films for museums. So I got my first AE job doing graphics on a film for the Cook Museum in Middlesbrough. From there things slowly grew by osmosis.

I worked for about 20 years, freelancing for other companies and directors. In between jobs I was still doing demo work at trade shows and events for Adobe, Wacom and Apple. I was lucky enough to work with great some great directors, including Chris Cunningham and John Williams. I also worked on projects with great artists and musicians such as; The Slits, Beck, Joan Armatrading. I produced motion graphics for the BBC, Channel 4 and other TV and film companies.

However being a designer didn’t come naturally to me. I was trained as a fine artist so loved to experiment and hated having to constrain my ideas to please clients - I found this to be very restrictive. The stuff I liked was not really inline with the latest design trends which I found to be boring and formulaic. I have never enjoyed creating stuff that looks like everyone else’s. It’s like fashion, I’ve never understood why everyone would want to look the same as each other! This is possibly due to my ADHD and Autism Spectrum Condition. I was diagnosed with these at the age of 54.

During my career I wrote a few books on After Effects and motion graphic design and I began making video tutorials. I enjoyed this creative process more than the work itself. I love helping other people come up with ideas and helping them to solve problems. This was always the stage of design projects I was best at. I find it very hard to focus on the fine-tuning aspects of the job! I need challenges to keep me motivated.

Another thing that motivated me was my negative experiences at art school. I found that it really knocked my confidence and had a detrimental effect on my creativity. Before art school I drew constantly. But art school instilled in me a worry that I was not good enough. That feeling has never left me. Because of this I possibly avoid doing my own work. Teaching others is a great way of doing this!

So I gave up freelancing in 2013 to pursue a career in education. I now run my own business. A private art school called Creative Cabin on the south coast of England, near Brighton. I offer people bespoke, one-to-one tuition as an alternative to traditional art school education. People come to the Cabin and I help them with their creative projects. I hope to inspire them in the career they desire. It’s very rewarding. I also provide “Creative Escapes” - retreat vacations for creative people where they can learn drawing skills, make sculpture, forage and cook wild foods and relax in our beautiful, cliff-top woodlands. I also offer a mentorship service to clients.

Writing books was a struggle for me due to my dyslexia, whips is often comorbid with ADHD. So I started creating video tutorials with a company called Video2brain. They were bought by Lynda.com, who were, in turn, bought by LinkedIn. So my tutorials can now be seen on LinkedIn Learning.

I’ve also struggled throughout my life with anxiety and depression. These conditions are very common in those with undiagnosed ADHD and Autism Spectrum Condition. As a result have probably never achieved as much as I had hoped to. I also had to stop travelling for work due to physical issues associated with these conditions.

How do you balance your work with your personal life? How do the two influence each other?

I’ve always put home and family first so have turned down a few opportunities that could have taken me away from home. But all in all, I’m happy now to teach other people how to do the work that I love. To be honest, I find it more rewarding than actually doing the work myself. I was never satisfied with what I created anyway!

How have you learned to practice self-care? What do you do to take care of yourself?

My ADHD and Autism have pros and cons. I think my total obsession with After Effects, Illustrator and Cinema 4D are the pros. The cons are that I find it difficult to communicate with other people in a conventional way. I find it easier to get up on stage and do a demo for 500 people than I do having a two way conversation with a client. Funnily enough I’m fine when it comes to training on a 1-2-1 basis - that’s when I’m at my most happy. I have difficulty networking with people. I used to cope with alcohol and drugs. But now that I’m sober, I have to limit the stress in my life. So working from my home based studio, Creative Cabin, with my dog, Elsie, by my side, is where I’m happiest.

As I said,I’ve had a few lucky breaks along the way. Who knows what would have happened without them. My books on After Effects helped me get to the stage where I could get a mortgage and eventually buy our house with the Cabin next door, which I converted into a training studio.

I couldn’t have learned as much as I did without the friendship and help I received from the amazing After Effects community back in the 1990’s. I was part of the IMUG and subscribed to the wonderful Media Motion email user group. It’s was so open and everyone shared everything. There I met lifelong “industry friends’ like Trish and Chris Meyer, Brian Maffitt, Paul Tuersley, Steve Forde, Mark Coleran, Mark Harrison, Philip Hodgetts, Peder Norby, Pete Litwinowicz, Amacker Bullwinkle, Tim Clapham, Simon Harper and others too numerous to mention. We’d meet up at trade shows and seminars where we’d talk about nothing other than technology and animation - That’s the only thing I miss about my old life - the people.

But over the years I’ve learned how important it is to take care of yourself and those closest to you. I always found the traveling hard and stressful. To cope I would drink alcohol. I’d get home from a trip feeling exhausted, emotional and unhealthy. I put on weight and ended up with back and knee issues. Partly from too much sitting at a desk. I have a sit/stand desk so vary my working position as much as possible. I use a Salli swing, saddle chair which has really helped my back.

In terms of keeping well. I see a personal trainer  and a psychotherapist once a week. I cycle everywhere and I swim as much as possible. My best friend is my dog, Elsie. A rescued Staffie-Patterdale (Stafferdale) cross who I walk every day. For my mental health I do mindfulness mediation and listen to inspiring podcasts from the Audio Dharma website.

How do you define success? What would success look like for you?

Success in life is being content and being around those you love. If you can leave something behind that inspires or changes the lives of others, that’s great. But if not, that’s fine too. Just being human is difficult enough. Be easy on yourself and enjoy the life you have.

What advice do you have for those just starting out?

To those who are starting out today I’d say, pick one thing and focus on it. Don’t be persuaded into becoming a multi-tasker like I did, it will only dilute your talents and prevent you from focussing. If you want to learn something don’t use Google or YouTube tutorials. Do a properly structured course that will teach you the fundamentals and principles as well as the cool techniques. And look after your body and mind. You don’t have to crumble before you learn that your health is the most important asset you possess.

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• A cousin of mine who was a casualty surgeon in Manhattan tells me that he and his colleagues had a one-word nickname for bikers: Donors. Rather chilling. – Stephen Fry

• And what makes me happy now has changed as well… Its one thing to play in a bar or at a biker festival, and hear a guy who’s been drinking beer all day come up and tell you how good you are. For a long time in your life that will make you happy. – Rick Derringer

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They keep telling the downstairs neighbors to keep down the noise, people are trying to sleep. – Dustin Hoffman • First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever. – Kelley Armstrong • For about three years I was performing at one bar in East Los Angeles that was like a mean dive bar. You’re in there performing for drunks or bikers, not the most flattering people. I think it helped build my confidence, because you have to get their attention, then make them laugh. – Gabriel Iglesias • Grandma Mazur stood two feet back from my mother. “I gotta get me a pair if those,” she said, eyeballing my shorts. “I’ve still got pretty good legs, you know.” She raised her skirt and looked down at her knees. “What do you think? You think I’d look good in them biker things?” Grandma Mazur had knees like doorknobs. – Janet Evanovich • Guys are so predictable. They can’t seem to separate fantasy from reality, so I get a lot of bikers and race car drivers hitting on me. They’re all just playboys, so they don’t interest me. – Michelle Rodriguez • I don’t believe any sort of traveler does a better job than any other sort of traveler at obeying traffic safety laws. It’s difficult to foresee a camera program that can be used with bikers and walkers. – Robert James Thomson • I have a lot of respect for the bikers, which I’ve always had. – Emilio Rivera • I like raunchiness, not like in a biker-chick sort of a way, but like the girl can’t help it. Little bruises, a few hairs out of place, a little stain here and there. – Anton Szandor LaVey • I never went to camp as a kid. I couldn’t get into an Ivy League school. I wouldn’t join a biker club. – Bob Saget • I think it’s particularly a distinctively American concept that resonates with American culture through biker culture. A motorcycle is an independent thing. You’re like, ‘I don’t want to ride in a car with this person. I want to be independent and ride by myself. But, let’s ride in a group. Let’s be independent, together.’ – Ryan Hurst • I’d love to be on ‘Glee.’ I’d love to play a rebel. Be a real biker chick in leather and covered in tattoos. – Leona Lewis • If you see a biker chick hanging out with a group of bikers and associated with them, stay away. You’ll know right away if a biker chick is free; if she’s with someone, she’s right by his side. Getting with somebody’s old lady is a big no-no. That’s more serious than anything in that world. – Theo Rossi • I’m a menace to society, But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me. After the date, I’mma want to do the wild thing… You’re talkin’ lobster? I’m thinkin’ Burger King. – Ice Cube • I’m continuing to do research into biker culture. – Ron Perlman • I’m definitely never going to be a biker. I’m scared of cars so the idea of riding a motorcycle is just never going to be something that I’m into. – Kristen Stewart • I’m not keen on cars and motorbikes. I tried to be a biker, but it wasn’t me – I bought a Harley-Davidson and dumped it. – Colin Farrell • In ‘Hell Ride,’ I play a biker – it’s about the bikers. It’s with Dennis Hopper and Michael Madsen, Larry Bishop and myself. We’re bikers, and I play Billy Wings; I’ve got all sorts of wings, and you have to watch the movie to find out what the wings are about. – Vinnie Jones • It’s not impressive to get in a fight, but if one does happen, you’ve gotta be ready to handle it. Every girl, not just biker chicks, knows what kind of guy can. – Theo Rossi • I’ve been a biker, I’ve been a convict, I’ve been a husband, father, and son. – Duane Chapman • Messengers and mountain bikers share a common chromosome. – James Bethea • Nick was dressed in jeans, a dark green sweater, and bomber jacket–the perfect image of a rich college student. Talon looked like a biker who had just left Sanctuary, New Orleans’s premier biker bar. Acheron looked like a refugee from the Dungeon–the local underground goth hangout. Valerius was the professional contingent, and Zarek…Zarek just looked like he was ready to kill something.’ (Talon) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • One of the important things is that a lot of people forget that a biker club is a secret society. – Ryan Hurst • Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • Really good mountain bikers are lousy judges of trail difficulty. We haven’t a clue, we just ride. – John Olsen • Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment. – Liv Tyler • Tattoo. What a loaded word it is, rife with associations to goons, goofs, bikers, tribal warriors, carnival artists, drunken sailors and floozies. – Jon Anderson • The White Horse video which was directed by Marco Ovando started off with a biker theme. Once Ava Sanjurjo came in as stylist along with Marco & I it really took it’s own shape. It was all very improvised but wound up paying homage to NY and night life. People say it reminds them of a Guess ad which I love! – Nomi Ruiz • There was this kind of mildly annoying mythology about conductor Like biker should riding a Harley-Davidson on an LP cover, and wearing a sort of a leather suit. – Esa-Pekka Salonen • Um, Dr. Alexander, there’s a couple out here who say they’re related to you. They…um…they’re biker people. (Nurse) Hey, Julian. Tell Attila the Hun here that we’re okay so we can come and ooh and aah over the babies. (Eros) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • We get crazy when we can’t make things be like the world tells us they are”. She looked back out the window. “It was that way for me and your brother, I think. I mean, how could I have loved him that last year? I didn’t even know who he was. He was way more attracted to drugs and bikers and that whole lifestyle than he was to me. But somebody told me that if you really loved somebody,you stayed with him no matter what. You had to fight for him.” She laughe. “Hell, I was convinced. – Chris Crutcher • When I ran for governor, I told all the bikers, “You don’t need to worry about me bringing in a helmet law. It’s your option because you as a motorcycle rider that’s your option. It doesn’t come with the bike.” – Jesse Ventura • Why did I adopt kids? I dunno. Let me look at my family: religious weirdo, gun nut, biker, boozer, dead tooth, too many cats, the guy who talks to his truck. Hmm. Maybe I adopted because genetically my balls are full of poison. – Dana Gould • With a face like this, there aren’t a lot of lawyers or priest roles coming my way. I’ve gotta face that was meant for a mug shot and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past thirty years. If I play a cop, it’s always a racist cop, or a trigger-happy cop or a crooked cop – but by and large I play cowboys, bikers, and convicts. – M. C. Gainey • Yeah? Can you draw a skeleton riding a motorcycle with flames coming out of it? And I want a pirate hat on the skeleton. And a parrot on his shoulder. A skeleton parrot. Or maybe a ninja skeleton parrot? No, that would be overkill. But it’d be cool if the biker skeleton could be shooting some ninja throwing stars. That are on fire. – Richelle Mead • You could say that the Hell’s Angels have a bad reputation, then you talk to a biker, and he’s trying to join it. It just depends upon who you’re talking to about reputation. – Anton Newcombe • You ready? I have gold teeth, I have braids, I’m wearing Rick Owens moon boots, I have rips in my denim, a biker vest, I love artsy girls, my favourite artists are Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon. I’m obsessed with being different. – ASAP Rocky • You wouldn’t believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell. – Tina Turner [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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Bikers Quotes

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• A cousin of mine who was a casualty surgeon in Manhattan tells me that he and his colleagues had a one-word nickname for bikers: Donors. Rather chilling. – Stephen Fry

• And what makes me happy now has changed as well… Its one thing to play in a bar or at a biker festival, and hear a guy who’s been drinking beer all day come up and tell you how good you are. For a long time in your life that will make you happy. – Rick Derringer

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Biker', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_biker').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_biker img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Biker chicks want the bad boy. – Theo Rossi • Bikers, in general, have just been so attractive to people. Photographers would follow them because there’s this weird warrior gravitas that comes with it. The bikes are loud, they have tattoos, they have artwork that they all wear on their jackets. – Ryan Hurst • Canada is like a nice family living over a biker bar . . . They keep telling the downstairs neighbors to keep down the noise, people are trying to sleep. – Dustin Hoffman • First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever. – Kelley Armstrong • For about three years I was performing at one bar in East Los Angeles that was like a mean dive bar. You’re in there performing for drunks or bikers, not the most flattering people. I think it helped build my confidence, because you have to get their attention, then make them laugh. – Gabriel Iglesias • Grandma Mazur stood two feet back from my mother. “I gotta get me a pair if those,” she said, eyeballing my shorts. “I’ve still got pretty good legs, you know.” She raised her skirt and looked down at her knees. “What do you think? You think I’d look good in them biker things?” Grandma Mazur had knees like doorknobs. – Janet Evanovich • Guys are so predictable. They can’t seem to separate fantasy from reality, so I get a lot of bikers and race car drivers hitting on me. They’re all just playboys, so they don’t interest me. – Michelle Rodriguez • I don’t believe any sort of traveler does a better job than any other sort of traveler at obeying traffic safety laws. It’s difficult to foresee a camera program that can be used with bikers and walkers. – Robert James Thomson • I have a lot of respect for the bikers, which I’ve always had. – Emilio Rivera • I like raunchiness, not like in a biker-chick sort of a way, but like the girl can’t help it. Little bruises, a few hairs out of place, a little stain here and there. – Anton Szandor LaVey • I never went to camp as a kid. I couldn’t get into an Ivy League school. I wouldn’t join a biker club. – Bob Saget • I think it’s particularly a distinctively American concept that resonates with American culture through biker culture. A motorcycle is an independent thing. You’re like, ‘I don’t want to ride in a car with this person. I want to be independent and ride by myself. But, let’s ride in a group. Let’s be independent, together.’ – Ryan Hurst • I’d love to be on ‘Glee.’ I’d love to play a rebel. Be a real biker chick in leather and covered in tattoos. – Leona Lewis • If you see a biker chick hanging out with a group of bikers and associated with them, stay away. You’ll know right away if a biker chick is free; if she’s with someone, she’s right by his side. Getting with somebody’s old lady is a big no-no. That’s more serious than anything in that world. – Theo Rossi • I’m a menace to society, But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me. After the date, I’mma want to do the wild thing… You’re talkin’ lobster? I’m thinkin’ Burger King. – Ice Cube • I’m continuing to do research into biker culture. – Ron Perlman • I’m definitely never going to be a biker. I’m scared of cars so the idea of riding a motorcycle is just never going to be something that I’m into. – Kristen Stewart • I’m not keen on cars and motorbikes. I tried to be a biker, but it wasn’t me – I bought a Harley-Davidson and dumped it. – Colin Farrell • In ‘Hell Ride,’ I play a biker – it’s about the bikers. It’s with Dennis Hopper and Michael Madsen, Larry Bishop and myself. We’re bikers, and I play Billy Wings; I’ve got all sorts of wings, and you have to watch the movie to find out what the wings are about. – Vinnie Jones • It’s not impressive to get in a fight, but if one does happen, you’ve gotta be ready to handle it. Every girl, not just biker chicks, knows what kind of guy can. – Theo Rossi • I’ve been a biker, I’ve been a convict, I’ve been a husband, father, and son. – Duane Chapman • Messengers and mountain bikers share a common chromosome. – James Bethea • Nick was dressed in jeans, a dark green sweater, and bomber jacket–the perfect image of a rich college student. Talon looked like a biker who had just left Sanctuary, New Orleans’s premier biker bar. Acheron looked like a refugee from the Dungeon–the local underground goth hangout. Valerius was the professional contingent, and Zarek…Zarek just looked like he was ready to kill something.’ (Talon) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • One of the important things is that a lot of people forget that a biker club is a secret society. – Ryan Hurst • Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • Really good mountain bikers are lousy judges of trail difficulty. We haven’t a clue, we just ride. – John Olsen • Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment. – Liv Tyler • Tattoo. What a loaded word it is, rife with associations to goons, goofs, bikers, tribal warriors, carnival artists, drunken sailors and floozies. – Jon Anderson • The White Horse video which was directed by Marco Ovando started off with a biker theme. Once Ava Sanjurjo came in as stylist along with Marco & I it really took it’s own shape. It was all very improvised but wound up paying homage to NY and night life. People say it reminds them of a Guess ad which I love! – Nomi Ruiz • There was this kind of mildly annoying mythology about conductor Like biker should riding a Harley-Davidson on an LP cover, and wearing a sort of a leather suit. – Esa-Pekka Salonen • Um, Dr. Alexander, there’s a couple out here who say they’re related to you. They…um…they’re biker people. (Nurse) Hey, Julian. Tell Attila the Hun here that we’re okay so we can come and ooh and aah over the babies. (Eros) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • We get crazy when we can’t make things be like the world tells us they are”. She looked back out the window. “It was that way for me and your brother, I think. I mean, how could I have loved him that last year? I didn’t even know who he was. He was way more attracted to drugs and bikers and that whole lifestyle than he was to me. But somebody told me that if you really loved somebody,you stayed with him no matter what. You had to fight for him.” She laughe. “Hell, I was convinced. – Chris Crutcher • When I ran for governor, I told all the bikers, “You don’t need to worry about me bringing in a helmet law. It’s your option because you as a motorcycle rider that’s your option. It doesn’t come with the bike.” – Jesse Ventura • Why did I adopt kids? I dunno. Let me look at my family: religious weirdo, gun nut, biker, boozer, dead tooth, too many cats, the guy who talks to his truck. Hmm. Maybe I adopted because genetically my balls are full of poison. – Dana Gould • With a face like this, there aren’t a lot of lawyers or priest roles coming my way. I’ve gotta face that was meant for a mug shot and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past thirty years. If I play a cop, it’s always a racist cop, or a trigger-happy cop or a crooked cop – but by and large I play cowboys, bikers, and convicts. – M. C. Gainey • Yeah? Can you draw a skeleton riding a motorcycle with flames coming out of it? And I want a pirate hat on the skeleton. And a parrot on his shoulder. A skeleton parrot. Or maybe a ninja skeleton parrot? No, that would be overkill. But it’d be cool if the biker skeleton could be shooting some ninja throwing stars. That are on fire. – Richelle Mead • You could say that the Hell’s Angels have a bad reputation, then you talk to a biker, and he’s trying to join it. It just depends upon who you’re talking to about reputation. – Anton Newcombe • You ready? I have gold teeth, I have braids, I’m wearing Rick Owens moon boots, I have rips in my denim, a biker vest, I love artsy girls, my favourite artists are Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon. I’m obsessed with being different. – ASAP Rocky • You wouldn’t believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell. – Tina Turner [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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